Friday, May 13, 2011
(: Happy Friday :)
Friday the thirteenth. I love superstitious people. They're such fun to laugh at. This poor,unsuspecting day that falls on the 13th as well as a friday has become a day of fear and dread for such people. In honour of them,and those of us who believe in more than bad luck ladders,we at Salt and Light youth made today Happy Friday. Instead of dressing up as grotesque creatures of the imagination,we adorned ourselves with smiley faces,bright colours and silly grins. I even wrote the word "Happy" in eighteen different languages on my sleeves. Our evening passed without any hint of misfortune or bad luck,despite the fact that my black cat ran in front of several times today. Happy Friday the thirteenth dear cyber space. :) :) :)
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Just Keep Walking
Even though my last post ended with me choosing losing my mind over the current crazyness of life,I am fully determined to walk on through it. I have formulated a small list of things to keep me walking on the sane path instead of skipping over to the fields of insanity.
Going to youth;there's is something amazing in worshipping with people as crazy as yourself.
Running through piles of leaves.The sound and feel is almost theraputic.
Taking photos of random objects,such as shoes and eyes.
Tea,especially when I don't have to make it.
Reading New Moon,even though it is highly overrated and doesn't end the way I want it to.
Having smal,random crazy moments,like pulling faces in the mirror or laughing at nothing.
Recalling moments of intense laughter with my non-related relatives,namely Uncle Rob and Aunty Lou
Blogging.
These small,seemingly insignificant things keep me walking on. Walking,walking always walking...
Going to youth;there's is something amazing in worshipping with people as crazy as yourself.
Running through piles of leaves.The sound and feel is almost theraputic.
Taking photos of random objects,such as shoes and eyes.
Tea,especially when I don't have to make it.
Reading New Moon,even though it is highly overrated and doesn't end the way I want it to.
Having smal,random crazy moments,like pulling faces in the mirror or laughing at nothing.
Recalling moments of intense laughter with my non-related relatives,namely Uncle Rob and Aunty Lou
Blogging.
These small,seemingly insignificant things keep me walking on. Walking,walking always walking...
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| Walking in red |
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| Walking in black |
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| Walking in yellow |
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Losing My Mind By Enhancing It
"The more we study the more we discover our ignorance." - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Over the past six weeks I have journeyed back to November last year and pulled out my Biology textbooks. The more I study,the less I seem to retain. I am starting to believe that twelve years of school is all any brain can take. Whatever the case,I soldier on in chilly Springs,anticipating either a victory or my demise over the next three weeks. As Margaret Thatcher so wisely states,"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it." So I'm still fighting,fighting,fighting. I will either win this battle or it will win me. I will hope for the former no matter how much the latter looms. Losing my mind seems a happy alternative at this point...
Over the past six weeks I have journeyed back to November last year and pulled out my Biology textbooks. The more I study,the less I seem to retain. I am starting to believe that twelve years of school is all any brain can take. Whatever the case,I soldier on in chilly Springs,anticipating either a victory or my demise over the next three weeks. As Margaret Thatcher so wisely states,"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it." So I'm still fighting,fighting,fighting. I will either win this battle or it will win me. I will hope for the former no matter how much the latter looms. Losing my mind seems a happy alternative at this point...
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| Joyfully losing it.. |
Friday, May 6, 2011
Home is Where...
As my few readers will know,I have been in Pinetown for the past two and a half months. I came back to Springs in April for two months to rewrite my Biology exams. While writing events onto a calender,I made the mistake of writing "home" on the day on which I return to Pinetown. My little sister was quite disgusted and has not let my small,unconscious blunder go.The fact that the day I arrived in Springs is marked with the same word meant little to her.
Where,then,is home? Is it where your family is? Is it where you grew up? Is it where you have the most memories? I have friends in Pinetown who are as close as family. Spending every minute of every day with people does that. I like to believe that I've grown up a little since leaving and I've made more memories in those few months than the whole of last year.
I think home is where the people understand you. It's where they don't question your obsession with polka dots and Chinese babies. It's where they like you even when you're grumpy. It's where they've seen you when you've just woken up. It's where they know your "I can't believe you own that" outfits. It's where a certain look can bring on a hug and a cup of tea. Home is where they've held you when you cry. It's where you have so many inside jokes you could form a new language. It's where you don't have to be polite all the time. Home is where people really know you and,for reasons unknown,still love you.
I firmly believe that Pinetown is as much my home as Springs is and Springs is no less my home than Pinetown is.
Where,then,is home? Is it where your family is? Is it where you grew up? Is it where you have the most memories? I have friends in Pinetown who are as close as family. Spending every minute of every day with people does that. I like to believe that I've grown up a little since leaving and I've made more memories in those few months than the whole of last year.
I think home is where the people understand you. It's where they don't question your obsession with polka dots and Chinese babies. It's where they like you even when you're grumpy. It's where they've seen you when you've just woken up. It's where they know your "I can't believe you own that" outfits. It's where a certain look can bring on a hug and a cup of tea. Home is where they've held you when you cry. It's where you have so many inside jokes you could form a new language. It's where you don't have to be polite all the time. Home is where people really know you and,for reasons unknown,still love you.
I firmly believe that Pinetown is as much my home as Springs is and Springs is no less my home than Pinetown is.
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| A few of my Pinetown "family" members. |
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| My real family in Springs,at a Wild West dress up. |
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Pictures of things
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| Dandelion Dew |
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| Pink Flower |
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| Spiderweb |
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| Weathered Dandelion |
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| More Spiderwebs |
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| Webs in the Grass |
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| Yellow Flower |
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| Spider in Disguise |
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| Yet Another Wet Web |
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| Within the Yellow Rose |
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