Givers - Up Up Up

I . LOVE . THIS . SONG !!!!

How to #64: Be effective

Hey! check this out: I know some amazing people who lead amazing and interesting lives…

     Emelia House

            Emelia House is a Day Care Centre for Children with Multiple Disabilites located in Batho,            Bloemfontein. Emelia House is a non-governmental organization, and relies on donations to      keep the centre running. There are approximately 17 children in this centre, with       multiple disabilites ranging from Down Syndrome to Cerebral Palsy. All of these children are          from disadvantaged communities.

http://emeliahouse.weebly.com/

    

     Hamster Says

               

                How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice ...

                Sunday, 25 September 2011

        All's Fair in Love and Chiabata

http://hamstersays.blogspot.com/

     

      Just another blog on the world   wide web

               

          Thursday, 13 October 2011

      Time told

http://justanotherblog-andrea.blogspot.com/

If not, Why not? Do with that what you want

How to #63 : be a compulsive liar

Tell people what they want to hear.When your heart has one opinion and your mind has another, but you are very aware of what is expected of you to be said. Say it, and you will be called a liar. Tell them what they want to hear and they wont like it. What do we do then? Tell them what we are thinking and hurt them? i was called a compulsive liar once. It haunts me to this day, and i'v decided that i am guilty of it. And i annalyse to much and i try to hard and and and tragic right?

When your head and are are screaming in bold red, but your being heard in light blue italics, youll find that you cry yourself to sleep, hugging yourself.

But who will read it? Because you once told someone not to, or did you?

how to #62 : love

dont

How to #60 : regret

i used to pride myself think that i have no regrets, that mistakes are made to be learnt from. But the fact remains, there some mistakes that could have been avoided or just carried out differently, and the way to rig your regrets is through faith, but that is another topic altogether.

The one thing that each and everyone can regret is the moments when you comprimise who you are for 'the benifit' of others. Dont come with that story of 'i dont know who i am, or what i want...' You know who you are, and you know exactly what it is that you wanted to do or say, but why the hell didnt you? Ten to one other person involved or just you would have appreciated your own honesty so much more! Admit it? Be real. To yourself and others.

Hurt is inevitable, and by being who you know you are, you will, with time sieve out the people in your life and find the ones who will end up being the main characters in your own little life story.

and just for the record... stop trying so hard to be great, just be. Greatness will come

How to #59: Evolve

So, I had this theory of Blackberries, comparing them to the Nokia 3310. That at the time they are like the coolest, but then the Nokia 3410i or something came out, and it was the first colour screen. Needless to say, the 3310 died.

But I got one of my own. Like 2 months ago! Can't believe I'm only blogging this now!! The madness!
If I was on mxit all the time, then I don't know how the hell to explain me on this phone!! And it’s so pretty! Has a light, sky blue cover which goes perfectly with its shiny white complexion! And I had flowers laminated onto the back of it! And my nails are painted candy pink so it looks extra pretty! Yay me! Age of the geek baby! I <3 technology!
Sent from BlackBerry®

How to #58: Get off your a$$ and dance!

How to #57: Cut a wine bottle with string

Tried & tested: proven 100% awesum!!

How to #56: Defy gravity

im tired of swallowing pride that i cannot justify. Something has changed within me i dont feel right. i dont feel like me. my passions, my life seems lost. Something is not the same. i dont enjoy what i used to, i dont laugh at the same jokes or in my sides where it used to tickle. I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game. who says that he has to carry the fridge on his own, just because he is big, barly and blonde doesnt meen that you have to stand behind him just gigling, take one end. even if you do drop it, laugh about it. Too late for second-guessing, living off regrets is so yesterday. Too late to go back to sleep, because no matter how nice you think your bed my be and how much you have to do today, is it really that bad? make it exciting for yourself, dont stand around and wait. It's time to trust my instincts; Close my eyes: and leap for something new, something meaningful.

dont you think its time to break the routine? It's time to try defying gravity break the chains, zap the rules. I think I'll try defying gravity coz some old dead guy discovered it anyway, since then we have discovered microchips and mega space ships, why not Kiss me goodbye coz i am defying gravity with or wothout you (but) you (will) bring me down! it happens every time.

I'm through accepting limits. every dream has been lived, millions of people, thousands of years, hundreds of countries, its all been done. cause someone says they're so "over it" just means that they care even more. Some things I cannot change some dreams and ideas will forever seem cliche and already done, But till I try, I'll never know what it feels like to hike accross Europe with a little back, two pairs of pants and 3 t-shirts. Too long I've been afraid of losing everything. right now i wish i had nothing to loose. everytime i try pushing away, Losing love I guess I've lost myself in the process. Well, if that's love It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy Defying gravity than any more 'pretty things' to match up with the 'pretty girls and boys' Kiss me goodbye if you wanna. I'm defying gravity, i wanna jump and not come back down. I think I'll try something new, something outside the lines, like Defying gravity, hows that? am i aloud? And you wont bring me down! cos soon you will find another?

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And never bring me down!
bring me down!

How to #55 : Make 'Found', 'Acrostic' and 'Creative' rhyme

For our English class this week we have to hand in an annalysis of our classmates' news articles. I will recieve back crit of my own article too, and we have to hand in poetry. in our final portfoilio, we will have 4 poems. 1 found poem, 1 acrostic poem and 2 creative poems. first i will give a short explanation of each term then I'll share 2 of my creations with you. The other 2 i suppose will come later... (Hale asked for one of these to be about human rights)

Acrostic poem: Using the letters of a word as indicator to start a sentence with or even only one word. ie:

H- hi to

A- all the

L- ladies and

L- lads

O- over there

                                                    Beyond lame, I know, but you get the picture right? I'll post my propper one once I've got it figured out...

Found poem: Putting together one final product from words seen, taken or found in any form of printed media or more or less anything that you can read. Just be aware not to plagerise the work of another writer.

Creative poem: Whatever tickles your fancy



#1 - This is my found poem

I took all of these words as well as the background picture from cosmetic adverts from August and May 2011 'Glamour' magazines.

World of cosmetics

The eyes of the world read of their unique essence

and yet is inspired to contain

supreme natural confidence

Dont be smothered

"Feel Extraordinary"

is on sale

'the new you'

is under construction

told how to exhale

Everybody suffers

why can the writer

not be found?



Dont be changed
be pure you

#2: Creative, human rights inspired poem

Restricted

Imprisoned by circumstances

apples       not    asian
bark          not    bricks
chalk        not    cables
down        not    desks
everyday  not    everywhere

man,
is it not a right for every nation
to be entitled to a worldly education?

How to # 54: Build your own metaphor

In English Creative Writing class Hale showed us this neat trick.Build your own metaphor to give more depth to your poetry.  (Ps: the computer I'm at now does not have spell checker, I'm sorry!)

Step one: remember the meanings of the following terms:

Metaphor- Comparison without the use of the words ‘like’ or ‘as’.
Similie- Comparison with the use of the words ‘like’ or ‘as’.
Adjective- A describing word
Concrete noun-Something you can touch
Abstract noun- Think of it this way, its something your can give to someone, but not in a box. :)

Step two: Now, what you do, is draw a box with the last 3 word types as header of the coloumns and the make space for about 3 rows. You must fill in any word that corresponds with the heading.

My example:
               Adjective                  Concrete noun                     Abstract noun
                Shacken                        Pan                                           Love
               Bubbling                       Table                                     Frustration
                Twisted                    Accessory                                 Sadness

Step three: Connect your words to get cool short little metaphor which you can dig deeper meanings out of.
1.The Shacken pan of sadness
2. The bubbling accessory of love
3. The twisted table of frustration.

How to #53: Get out of bed on the wrong side

How to #52: Be poetry schooled!

Hale threw fuel on the growing fire of love for writing that there is in my heart again today. I am not sure if I reported about the class that we had to write an analysis of a poem (Poem for my mother – Jennifer Davids) in class for the entire hour. I suppose there is not much to write for you about that, but now I get to come back to you on that.

It seems that what Hale picked up most was that we all looked straight past the basics of poetry analysis, and dove right into the deeper underlying meaning of the poem. We completely forget the power that there is in looking at the structure, theme, tone and mere word use in a poem.

That isn't everything, you said

on the afternoon I brought a poem

to you hunched over the washtub

with your hands

the shrivelled                                         5

burnt granadilla

skin of your hands

covered by foam.

And my words

slid like a ball                                       10

of hard blue soap

into the tub

to be grabbed and used by you

to rub the clothes.

A poem isn't all                                    15

there is to life, you said

with your blue-ringed gaze

scanning the page

once looking over my shoulder

and back at the immediate                  20

dirty water

and my words

being clenched

smaller and

smaller.                                               25

See for yourself what you might learn form this poem if you like. You might learn a little about how important it is for someone with a burning passion for writing to show it to someone who they trust and love to hear their opinion.

How to #51: listen and hear

Night two at Aan De Braak theatre: Chilled vibes with interviewee no. 3. Was very comfortable and an interesting experience.

Niel McDonals is ʼn ou Maties student en is werklik skerp met sy Afrikaanse woorde. Met goeie wyn  in die hand en die mense wat hom ken in die gehoor was hierdie aand werklik ʼn belewenis. Ons elkeen het aan sy lippe gehang met elke nuwe storie wat hy liries vertel. ons het self lekker gelag. maar en daai teater kom mens voel wat dit is om Suid Afrikaans te wees. En trots.

How to: Celebrate no 50! :D

How to #49: Watch the Pretty Blue guns

…With a glass (or two) of wine and company that appreciates good music.

Thanks too Vicky and Faffa from the Hitlist show (weekdays 21:00-24:00) at Mfm, I got a chance to go and see The pretty Blue Guns live at the Aan de Braak theatre, and wow, what a band!

The whole little theatre smelled like sweet from the smoke in the air, the vibe was absolutely electric and Stellenbosch was still outside but it felt like we were in our own world. You could not sit there and not feel your inner rock star stirring to come out. On top of that, they ended off the night with one of my absolute favorite songs ever, Valerie, and man did they nail it! Andre had a bottle of Champers in his hand and was more than just singing the song, he was living it.

So, the context is that Vicky and Faffa asked me to be a part of a feature on their show that they do every month, naturally, because im still working the graveyard shift, I jumped at the opportunity. A restaurant in Stellenbosch treats a Mfm presenter once a week. This month, the Aan de Braak theatre is the ‘restaurant’ that took this opportunity. The presenter is accompanied by someone who they interviewed on air earlier that week. So, I have done 3 interviews, this Thursday will be the last time that I go to studio at 21:00 and question two guys then choose one of them to come to another fabulous Aan De Braak Theatre show with me.

The Pretty Blue Guns was the first show I attended, and my companion, who absolutely loves music, was freaking out about how good the bassist is and he tried very hard to teach me about the physics in music. I tried to understand.

BAND OF THE MONTH!

How to #48: Get it done

(wonder sometimes where i get these titels... : p)

Weekly class reflection

#4:

This week we had to catch up work due to the fact that last week we had no class. Hale had written on the white board about 5 examples from the articles that the group had e-mailed her last week to give us pointers on mistakes she had picked up. There was an opening line concerning a student that had died on Stellenbosch campus last week. This opening line was way too long and almost ‘wishy washy’ in the sense that it left a hanging idea. It had no firm ground to inform the reader directly. It was pointed out that it must be kept in mind to be specific about time and place, and that there mustn’t be unnecessary words thrown into the body of the text.

One of the most prominent mistakes that came up was inaccurate titles. Smart or known catch phrases were adapted to link with the text, but there was a case where a phrase was used incorrectly. Another student’s work provided an example a title that is not at all linked to the story. The idea which the reader would expect by reading the heading was not at all what the article was about.

                *Choice of words indicate the nature of the story

Finally, it must be kept in mind that sentences must not be too ‘wordy’ and that the paragraphs must be ranked in order of importance. The final paragraph would usually be made up of bystanders’ interviews or so.

Think about this: what makes a story newsworthy? What is it about a story that makes it worth printing for people to read and/or even care about?

Song of the week!

How to #47: Stay constant

(What i lie... i'v never managed to stay constant on anything...)

Weekly class reflection

#3:

This week there was no class because it was national woman’s day, so we had a public holiday. We did however get an e-mail from Hale requesting of us to write a 1/2 page news report related to Stellenbosch campus, and e-mail that to her. So I read the info on writing newspaper articles in our class notes and wrote a piece about student’s cell phones. This was motivated mostly on the fact that I had recently got a blackberry, and I’m on it way to much during class...

How to #46: Laugh it off

how to #45: Embrace amiturity

'n metafoor

op 'n kussing voor die vuur
le te na aan die vlamme
al skiet hy my met kooltjies
bly le ek voor die vuur
want dis gemaklik warm
...
maar die son skyn buite

elke nou en dan skop ek die houd rond
om dit beter te maak

____________________________________

Screaming in blue, being heard in red
two who still have to grow
should not be defined as one
or am i wrong?
a hidden endevour disguised as peaceful?

when what is needed is not
understood and
what is understood is totally not
needed

eventually the result is merely a rustle of the
feathers

___________________________________

uitbarsting van die onnodige

statusse oor boomklimtegnieke en nic-nac pryse
laat wakker nagte oor besluite

alleen trane
naels af kou
geforseerde glimlagge

vrae oor gevoelens
antwoorde wat vlous
vooroordeelde opinies van goeters
mense

verdink, herdink, oordink

naels af kou
alleen trane
geforseerde glimlagge

'n snuif van reuke wat ontsnap van ander se potte

How to #44: Be amped bout homework

Weekly class reflection

#2:

This week we were inspired about the idea and art of autobiography and what lessons can be learnt from the lives of others. The point of a biography is often to be made immortal, because the human race has a need to be remembered as individuals, all of them.

We received our course reader and had to fill in letters of the alphabet with characteristics and aspects of writing that are important to be successful, such as patience, research, understanding, acceptance etc.

Some of my notes include things like, the importance of the scope of a biography, the focus points of where to stop and start, the different views that may arise and play a part of the piece as a whole. And the importance of the smaller occurrences, which teach the reader of your own character, when one thinks that something may be unimportant.

The importance of colour, and being able to colour in the story that you are carrying over to your reader is also a key to remember.

“You never fully appreciate colour until... you go to London” :D

-Hale (Our tutor)

Next week we will analyse a poem in class, we will have to write an essaey of our analysis in class. (less fun)...

How to #43: Love this style!!

How to #42: Be me

Task 1: a biography

Jana Reynolds – a written version, thus far.

Due to recent events, this biography may highlight aspects which may otherwise have been less prominent. While the instruction was for a biography, this is also an autobiography about a girl that has always been average.

My brother who is 2 years older than what I am was asked by his pre-school teacher what his name was on his first day of school; he did not answer. Later my mother asked him why he hadn’t told the teacher his name, because he obviously knows his own name.  He replied:  “Mamma, ek weet nie of my naam in Engels Martin of Mêrtin is nie.” We were sent to boarding school in grade 1, 2 hours away from the farm we grew up on in the Karoo. Being older, he could remember my little younger brother and bared more of an effect from the accident. I now only see the effect of it more vividly on my family. 16 years later.

Primary school is a blur of first crushes, lessons, disappointments and hostel mischief with friends. Being prefects was the highest mark we could aim for. We were seven close friends, but in 2005 four of us were to go away to better schools for our high school career. By matric only two of them matriculated at Union High school.

High school saw definition of individuals through friendships. Many teenage mistakes were made, hearts were broken and bathrooms were flooded.  Michelle became the embodiment of sisterly love for me. Christelle faught for and stood up for, cried with and laughed with. Not to look like a teenage song, but age friend out of our group of ten played their own part in providing drama, laughs, tears and life lessons.

And there were boys, so many boys. Those who we pointed and laughed at, those who we wanted to impress and those who swept us off our feet only to leave us on our backs to be picked up by our friends. But how can friends pick you up when they are hurt.

There are aspects of belief and hope and love form above. Love that my parents give my brother and I, love they give to what they do, and the people who help them, and love they give each other. My mother has had to be so tough and my father has been made so fragile.  They try to understand when advice is needed, and they try to lead my brother on his journey of choosing the turn on his road of the future, and they try to make sense of my drama, but they were raised in a different time.

The next step in this process is University where one has to find yourself. New friendships once again have to be built and the future is a constant itch in the back of your mind. But then love is found and all is sent in a lovely mess of uncertainty.

These people make me who I am.

How to #41: Sit for 3 hours

How to #40: write

Weekly class reflection

#1:

I walk in wondering what may come of this, as the previous tutors told us that they felt that teaching the art of creative writing is a near impossible task. I now feel that this class is maybe not there to teach us how to “write creatively” but rather inspire us to embrace our creativity. I feel almost threatened to be around other people my age who have a passion for writing, because I always felt like it was mine alone. But I’m excited to learn and share.

We were given letter by other authors asking for crit from other authors, to teach us about the learning process that lies ahead for us, and the aspects that are important when writing.

Hale asked us to describe ourselves as an animal, and somebody else told an idea more or less like mine, but I did not feel bad, because I felt in my heart that that was my answer. Sometimes in these situations students just agree or adapt someone else’s answer as a safety. I wanted to answer the question first, but didn’t want to be ‘that one’ because, I predict a lot of my participation in this class, which is weird. I’m usually rather quiet, with respect for the lecturer.

I answered the question with a comparison of my life as a bird. When I was young, I was a chicken chick, just one of the blind group, doing what as to be done, but all the other little ones around me are ducklings. This was up until about grade 6. From then, and right now, I’m part of the homing pigeon group. Some with pretty feathers, some flying a bit better or further than others, but in the end, we are still a dependant group, that makes a turn back after a long a difficult turn.

In the end I wish to be an eagle. I purposely do not elaborate on this.

As homework, next week we have to bring our own 1 page long biography.

How to #39: Stay strong

Going through a rough spot at the moment, but im signed up with a creative writing tutorial as part of my English course this year, wich is inspiring me alot, and will get me back on my blogging. I have decided that for a while, i will post the work that i have to submit for this class as homework as my blog entries for a while.

How to #38: Find something to hold on to

(Some) Lyrics to The Stars Fall Down :

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades I wanna remember this day
Passion killed by the comfort of time
I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind

Suck the colours from my eyes
When they lose their sparkle and forget to shine
Remember all the times you turned me down
I'm sorry if this hurts your heart but where's the spark, from the start?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober
So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Embrace my reflection for a little while
For if I am to love I must try love myself
Cuddle with a cold corpse like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure, where's te fuel?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign
Let's rather lament on this starlight event

Dance, dance, dance naked under starlight
There's something about this glow that flows just right
Let's make tonight last forget about the past

So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign

Let's fantasise before the real world comes
Crashing and colliding like lightning's angry temperament
Bubbling teenage love time will soon be up

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades and I'm old and grey
All I'll have are these moments to retrace

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades I wanna remember this day
Passion killed by the comfort of time
I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind

Suck the colours from my eyes
When they lose their sparkle and forget to shine
Remember all the times you turned me down
I'm sorry if this hurts your heart but where's the spark, from the start?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober
So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Embrace my reflection for a little while
For if I am to love I must try love myself
Cuddle with a cold corpse like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure, where's the fuel?

Dance, dance, dance naked under starlight
There's something about this glow that flows just right
Let's make tonight last forget about the past

So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

How to #37: be strong

sometimes the right decissions are the hardest to make...

How to #36: Embrace yourself

Naomi: I was a weirdo. I thaught that the moon followed me everywhere. I thaught it meant something special was gonna happen to me

Arthur:  Well that’s a pretty ridiculous hypothesis Naomi because by that notion, the moon would be out there right n... Naomi, the moon is literally out there right now spying on us. His light shining down on your face and clutter... what is all these things?! Smitwitifs...

Naomi: My dad’s pills

Arthur: a lot of incriminating stuff lying around here young la... what’s this for

Naomi:  that’s nothing, put it...

Arthur: whoa whoa whoa this is not nothing. This is something

Naomi:  I used to write stories and draw pictures for kids.

Arthur: wow... “The statue of liberty had travelled all the way from France She missed her friend the Eifel tower and her arm hurt...” Naomi, that’s wonderful.

Naomi: Thank you

Arthur: In this the statue of Liberty is a lonely French giant...

Naomi: Yeah, and she stays lonely until she meets her friend, the Chrysler building

Arthur:  That’s brilliant Naomi. You should quit your job and focus all your energy on this.

Naomi: I can’t

Arthur: why? What have you got to lose?

Naomi: The house, and electricity...

Arthur: you can pay for all of those when this is published.

Naomi: Arthur, things like that don’t happen to people like me.

Arthur: Then why is the moon still following you?

How to #35: Appreciate

Ek het nou vir ‘n lang ruk al nie geblog nie, om dat ek eintlik, om die waarheid te se, ‘n bietjie hoop veloor in hierdei projek… Mens moet realisties wees, en ek kyk so daarna… As ek nie self lees nie, hoekom sal ander mense wat baie soos ek is dan die goed lees ?! Maar dan gee ‘n vriendin my ‘n kompliment, of vra hoe dit gaan met my blog, dan kry ek weer hoop.

Ek gaan steeds hulp kry van die groot ouens by Mfm, maar ek het net so ‘n drang gehad om weer te skryf, al is dit redelik bol… :D

So... Ek wil bietjie youtube videos update.... Fetish met die briljante The Lonely Island deel met jou.

Ek kan  vertel dat dit voorentoe lyk met mfm werk... my pa word elke woensdag wakker om te luister en vir my raad te gee. My co-host is briljant en ek word geinspereer deur haar entusiasme, en sy help my as ek baie erge spel voute maak, wat ‘n totale realiteit is... ha ha.

Die vaksnsie le nou voor hier in Stellenbosch en ek begin nou worry oor nagraadse programme, want volgende jaar kry ek my grad... scary! Ek voel nou kwaai oud!

Ons is besig om ‘n trip by die weskus af te reel vir die vakansie maar ek is bevrees dat daar nie baie mense is wat game is so ver nie, want ek bly t ever in die middle van nerens... dit suck. Maar tenminste gaan die vriende front nou al afdraand, en dis fantasties. Ek verlang net nogal na koshuis soos ek dit ken. Nie ‘n oomblik stil in my en Mich se kamer nie. Mens kon altyd Stella se lag gepaard met Mell en die ander girls iewers hoor. Hierdie setup is so geisoleerd. En daar is niks lojaliteid aan die koshuis nie. En ek is regtig lief vir die koshuis.  Dit bring my na ‘n klein  problempie wat my pla... ek weet nie of ek moet prober staan vir koshuis HK nie, om die girls te inspereer om life te wees vir hierdie huis van ons, of ek net moet trek na my eie flat, wat wonderlik glamourous klink, want ek is na 15 jaar baie opgewonde om huis huis te speel...

“moet nie die lewe dink nie, Leef die lewe.”

Daar is hoop

Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions

ON A SERIOUS NOTE

My sincere apologies are in order since I have neglected my blog and those who believe in me and support me.

Writer in training on search of inspirational inspiration. Back shortly.

In the mean time, please enjoy the following.  

Song of the week, but i guess it becomes of the month snce i'v been gone so long...

http://youtu.be/qMxX-QOV9tI

series of the... like, next 2 months!!! epic! im totally gonna steal Parkers hairstyle!! check it out... Leverage

and hopefully the aids to my insparation loss... im gonna ask Lincoln and Willem, who are both amazing presenters at Mfm, for help with getting my blog to life. 

How to #34: enjoy your own demise

>>i am sore, i am tired. im failing half of my university work, and the work that im passing im not interested in. i make irrational decisions that i regret and that confuse people. i don’t look after my body. im not reaching the goals that I have set for myself. i don’t make enough effort for my friends and i feel lonely. i’m not doing well at my academics, i spell like a 12 year old spoon. i don’t feel pretty and i don’t have a good fashion sense. i write a terrible dead end blog and the job i  just got is going to keep me awake from 2 to 6 every Wednesday morning and i don’t even get paid. my Family is far away, and frankly, im convinced that they would not be able to understand let alone survive a day in the life of me. <<

<<I had a fantastic night last night, laughed till it hurt and I cannot wait to get to bed. I found out that I scraped through my Philosophy predicate test, and I’m going to have to work my butt off in the next 2 week on all the English work that iv aloud myself to get behind with. I’m in a fantastic relationship and I’m surrounded by people who have potential to become my most special and treasured friends. I finally finished training for Mfm and I’m going on air tomorrow morning bright and early, maybe now I will be able to find my morning jogging routine again. I love routine, and I love jogging in the morning.  My brother is having a great time in America and I cannot wait om weer hierdie naweek vir ‘n slag huis toe te gaan nie. ons gaan weer paaseiers jag!>>

Duk aangemaak

Wat ek is en wat ek het
sal 'n handjie vol mense ondhou
Wat ek se sal min mense hoor
nog minder sal dit verstaan
maar waarin ek glo sal lewe


my Lewe is kleurvol soos 'n vet kruitprentjie
hoe meer ek binne die lyne mik
hoe meer lek dit na buite uit
dit word Deurmekaar en ander
kan nie verstaan nie
dan verstaan ek nie


my Hart is kastig geline met
Fancy Stainless Steel
struikel en swaar seerkry om in te pas
by myself
My Hart is 'n Grondpad
papwiele, verwarring
wie sal dit dan nou wil vat?

How to #33: Be brunette

the lady robbed me of my blondeness!!! noo!!!

aniway... havent blogged in long again... i seem to be rather bad at this... maar blykbaar lees my vriende my blog!! dankie julle, julle is als!! :)

ek het vandag gaan staduim build vir my Mfm vereistes... eks nou al baie baie nader aan klaar wees... yay!

meer later.

dalk nog van my eie werk in 'n rukkie. werk aan 'n gedig en 'n liedjie
hopelik net 'n bietjie minder cripties. :P

Best of FAILS 2010 Compilation

Dankie Mevrou

By die spar goed gekoop waarvan ek die strokie net daar by die till laat weg gooi het. Klim ek in my kar dat ek kan terug gaan om te leer. Die son sak al, maar ek wil nie terug gaan nie. Terug na my kombuis kantoor slaap kamer. Terug na my ‘vriendinne’ wat nie hulle daaglikse Majuba koffie date kan misloop nie. Die mense na wie ek eendag met ʼn smile op my gesig moet kan wys in my foto albums vir my kinders. Mos.

Ry ek toe oor Helshoogte pas at the speel of smell met baie mooi musiek wat op die CD speler tekere gaan. Zorgvliet, dis die naam van die wynplaas waaroor die man gepraat het wat in die Drive show op mfm gekom adverteer het. Ek wil Sondag saam met Louis hierheen kom, so ek draai in. Zorgvliet is net een skoon wit muur waarby ek in een reël van ʼn liedjie verby ry, maar ek hou aan. Verby ʼn vrek fancy gaste plaas plek, om donker draaie tussen privaat wingerde. Ek waai vir van die plaas werkers, en draai toe maar om. Dalk sal ek by nog ʼn paadjie afdraai. Die grondpad laat my CD krap, maar ek gee nie om nie. Dit voel soos huis.

Ek word hartseer wanneer ek weer verby ʼn ou plaas huis ry. Pad op het ek gedink dat dit mooi en misteries is. Maar pad af het ek in my kop ʼn mini fliek afgespeel, en voor my was dit ons plaas huis wat so lyk. Hortjies dig toegetrek met die verf wat lankal afgedop het. Die mure toe gerank. Maar die stoep en gras lyk mooi. Mens kan sien dat daar al geluk hier was.

Amper terug by die teerpad, kom daar ʼn vrou van voor af. Haar rok gespan oor haar kurwes, en haar arms lyk kort met die ‘groen’ Pick ʼn Pay. Maar haar vriendelike vampier voortandlose glimlag laat my selfsugtige alleen hart warm voel. Soos huis. Sy is ouer as ek maar ek se vir haar: ‘jy’. met ʼn klein sagte handjie stel sy haarself voor. Vanessa pas net net in die passasier sit plek voor haar inkopies teen die dashboard vasdruk, en die stoel is al die pad terug gestoot omdat Louis lang bene het. Sy werk by die laundromat, daai een agter die petshop langs die Pick ‘n Pay. Reeds die een waarheen ek altyd my kleure vat.

Laai haar in die duister af, nadat ek ʼn mooi U-turn gemaak het. En opad terug tel ek 3 op wat opad is teerpad toe waar hulle ʼn geleentheid gaan kry na die kerkraadsvergadering vanaand. Hulle gaan vanaand in die donker hier terug stap. Ek se naand mevrou, wat hulle is mos belangrike mense. Hulle is stil geskok. Hulle kom van Philip se town af en Colesberg. My wêreld se mense.

Mxit met my emo musiek sonder ʼn smile en ry terug na my boifrend waar ek gaan lag en weer eet al het ek nou nit daai pille gekoep hit vir baja gjeld. Ek bunk my koshuis vergaderings. Sal later my oe rooi vryf en iets se van persoonlike something. Bevraagteken verder my besluite en toekoms.

How to #34: Make it happen

*verwag binnekort van my eie skryf werk hier

Stop Fracking!!

HIDROLIESE SPLYTKLIEWING?  WAT OP AARDE IS DIT?         

Shell, asook verskeie ander maatskappye, verdring mekaar om ondergrondse gas in die Karo te ontgin.  Mense is egter bekommerd dat die proses die water en grond onherstelbaar sal besoedel.  Wat behels hidroliese splytkliewing nou eintlik?

“Splytsing”, (vir die doel van dié artikel) of dan ‘hidroliese splytkliewing’ is n Amerikaanse metode om diep ondergrondse rotsformasies uitmekaar te splits.  Miljoene liters water, sand en chemikalië word vir dié doeleinde, onder vreeslike hoë druk, die aarde ingepomp.

Dit veroorsaak breuke in die rotsbed, waardeur die gas kan ontsnap.

Dié gas word natuurlike gas of skaliegas genoem, maar is eintlik niks anders as metaangas nie.

Karoo Metaangas in die Karoo

Nou dié gas wat hulle so naarstigtelik wil myn, word gewoonlik gebruik in verhittingsprosesse, maar kan ook aangewend word in die ‘maak’ van elektrisiteit.  Boonop kan spesiaal aangepaste voetuie metaangas as brandstof gebruik.

Hoekom is almal dan so bekommerd?

In Amerika, waar dié “splytsing”-tegniek nou al geruime tyd gebruik word, steek groot en lastige probleme kop uit. Blootstelling aan die chemikalië wat in die proses gebruik word is ongelooflik gevaarlik. Die bekendste studiegeval wat deur die VSA Regerings-waghond aangemeld is, al in 2008, is dié van ‘n verpleegster van Colorado wat amper dood is aan orgaanversaking, nadat sy ‘n werker wat in “splytsing”-vloeistof beland het moes behandel. Selfs op die randjie van die dood gehuiwer het die betrokke maatskappy geweier om die samestelling van die chemikalië bekend te t\stel.  Sy weet nou nog nie waaraan sy blootgestel is nie…

Sedert 2004 is daar meer as 1000 insidente van waterbesoedeling deur chemikalië en/of metaangas, as gevolg van “splytsing,” aangemeld in die VSA state Pennsilvanië, Colorado, Ohio, New Mexiko en Arizona. Hierdie chemikalië is hoogs geheim omrede geen maatskappy wil hê die oposisie moet weet wat presies húlle gebruik nie.

Watter probleme word deur “splytsing” veroorsaak?

Die “splytsing” tegniek vereis die gebruik van grootskaalse toksiese chemikalië en plofbare gasse, alhowel dit 'n klein persentasie van die grootliks water-en-sand aard inspuiting uitmaak.

Blootstelling aan die chemikalië kan ernstige gesondheidsprobleme in beide mense en diere to gevolg he.  Aangemelde gevalle sluit in:  kanker, pyn in die hele lyf, onverklaarbare haarverlies en kneusplekke, asook ulkusse, om net 'n paar te noem.

Sommige gevolge is onmiddellik en dramaties sigbaar:  Huise en boorgate wat ontplof en water wat heeltemal ondrinkbaar word kort nadat “splytsing” in die omgewing begin het.

In sommige streke is die watertafels so besoedel met metaangas dat kraanwater spontaan aan die brand slaan wanneer ‘n flammetjie naby gehou word.

Sommige van die chemikalië wat gebruik word vir “splytsing” is reuk- en kleurloos: lewensgevaarlik selfs in klein hoeveelhede.  'n Mens sal dus nie eens weet of jy iets skadelik drink of inasem nie.

Voorts is daar bitter min laboratoriums in die land wat ingerig is om te kan toets vir sulke lae konsentrasies chemikalie nie.

Bensien kan leukemia, ‘n kanker van die bloedselle, veroorsaak.

Onafhanklike navorsers het bevind dat die drinkwater van groot dele van Amerika (sowel as Australië en Kanada) lank reeds met chemikalië en metaangas besmet is…

Wil ons so ‘n besoedelse erfporsie vir ons kinders agterlaat?

Water besmet is kan dit nooit weer gebruik word nie.  Nooit, ooit weer nie.  Nie vir stort nie en nie eens vir klere-was nie.

Tonne chemise stowwe wat bestaan uit onbekende konsentrasies en variasies word in splytsingsresepte gebruik. Uit die aard van die saak kan die lewensgevaarlik vir mens, dier en plantegroei wees.

Simptome sluit moegheid, lighoofdigheid disoriëntasie, kwaadaardige gewasse, misvormdheid in ongebore babas,  orgaan- en  breinskade is aangemeld

Diegene met ‘n verswakte imuunstels is natuurlik die meeste blootgestel, soos HIV/AIDS.

Kommer in Amerika

Gedurende die proses kom die meeste van die water en chemikalië (tussen 40 en 80%) weer na die oppervlak, maar nie alles gelyk nie. Wanneer dit wel opkom is groot hoeveelhede daarvan deurtrek met ondergrondse radioaktiewe bestanddele. Plofbare metaan kan nog lank uit tenks en boorgate bly lek nadat die maatskappye al vort is na nuwe weivelde. Werkers is ook meestal total onbewus van die gevare waaraan hulle blootgestel word. Vee en wilde diere spring dan natuurlik ook nie die nagevolge vry nie en siektes en sterftes is simptomaties van die gebiede waar “splytsing” plaasvind.

Maar wat gebeur nou eintlik gedurende “splytsing”?

Na ‘n boorgat gesink is, word die ondergrondse rotsbanke met onsettende hoe waterdruk oopgeruk.  Meer as 6 miljoen liter water, ‘n hoeveelheid sand en lorrie-vragte chemiekalië word per keer gebruik.

Elke boorgat (in groot dele van Amerika is hulle soos hare op ‘n hond se rug) word gewoonlik tot 18 keer “gesplyts” oor ‘n vyf jaar tydperk. Tydens elkeen van hierdie 18 splytsings word tussen 3 tot 10 Olimpiesstandaard swembaddensvol water gebruik.  Of anders  gestel, tussen 120 en 500 sementdamme – die damme wat langs windpompe op Karooplase te siene is.

Dan is daar natuurlik die sand en 3 000 tot 25 000 liter onverklaarde chemise stowwe.

Tydens “splytsing” word die resep onder vreeslike hoë druk deur ‘n staalpyp afgeblaas in die aarde om die rotsbed oop te bars. Die staalpyp is deur sement omgord.

Onthou nou dat die water wat terugkom na die oppervlak so deurtrek is van chemikalië en soms ook radioaktiewieteit as gevolg van ondergrondse radium en uranium, dat dit nooit weer aangewend kan word vir enige menslike of dierlike of plantegebruik nie.

Wonder jy ook nou wat hulle met die uiters gevaarlike newe-water gaan aanvang?  Wel, hulle wonder nog self daaroor.

Niemand kan die “splytsers” belet om op hul grond te myn nie, want alle ondergrandse minerale regte behoort aan die Regering. Sou jy 'n stokkie daarvoor wil steek, mag jy jou blootstel aan vervolging.

Waar wil hulle “splyts”?

Die totale area wat potensiëel gemyn gaan word vir gas is groter as die Oos-Kaap en Mpumalanga saam. As jy dink jy gaan die nagevolge vryspring, dink weer.  Boorgate word elke paar kilometer gesink, so elke dorp en elke plaas in die area sal beїnvloed word. Boorgate boor boonop horisontaal – ondergronds loop die boorpaaie soos fietspeke uit om elke bietjie gas vry te stel.

Wie is “splytsers”?

Drie oorseese maatskappye het regeringstoestemming gekry (deur die Petroleum Agenskap van SA) om te prospekteer vir gas.  Hulle is Royal Dutch Shell, Falcon Oil & Gas uit Amerika en Sunset Energy (ook genaamd Bundu), uit Australië.

Falcon Oil & Gas het ‘n permit verkry vir ‘n gebied wat rofweg een en ‘n half keer so groot is soos die Kruger Nasional Park (30 0002km).  Dit  sluit die bokhaargebied Jansenville in, sowel as Aberdeen, Rietbron, Merweville en Leeu-Gamka.

Sunset Energy  beoog 'n effe groter gebied – 35 0002km – insluitend Pearston en distrik Graaff-Reinet.

Saam beslaan dit ‘n gebied so groot soos die hele Oos-Kaap.

Dan is daar ook ‘n consortium, bestaande uit Sasol, America Chesapeak Energy en Statoil ASA, wat aansoek gedoen het om “splytsings”-regte te bekom vir ‘n 88 0002km area, wat groot dele van Kwazulu-Natal en feitlik die hele Vrystaat beslaan.

Hoekom hoor ons nou eers hiervan?

Roal Dutch Shell is besig om hul Omgewingsbestuursplan saam te stel.  Hulle konsulteer met jan-publiek, maar dit is moeilik om sulke groot afstande te dek.  Dan is hulle ook gedruk vir tyd, want die Regering het hulle net 120 dae gegee om die proses af te handel.

Falcon en Sunset Energy se openbare konsultasie proses is reeds afgehandel.  Jy het dalk nie daarvan gehoor het nie want hulle het bloot briewe gestuur aan almal wat volgens hulle geraak sou kon word – hulle erken dat dit moeilik was om op-datum titelaktes van plaaseienaars op te spoor.

Soos dit maar gaan met hals-oor-kop projekte het die meeste munisipaliteite, bestuursliggame en mense wat in townships bly, nog  nooit  van “splytsing” gehoor nie.

Bring splytsing werk?

Dalk - dit is ‘n lang-termyn projek, - verin die toekoms.  Aldus Shell sal hulle vir ‘n periode van nege jaar prospekteer waartydensl daar 'nie werklik werksgeleenthede sal wees nie'.

Maar benodig ons het dringend elektrisiteit nie?

Kan ons nie tyd, geld en energie spandeer op ondersoeke na veilige, volhoubare energie vir ons kinders nie? Ja, maar die gas gaan opraak.  Die Amerikaanse Marcellus Shale, dubbeld so groot soos die skaliegas neerslae in die Karoo, gaan na verwagting slegs 14 tot 20 jaar hou.  Dit klink miskien vir ons lank, maar in terme van toekoms-beplanning is dit soos ‘n waterdruppel in die Gariepdam.

Daarinteen kan wind en sonkragssverwekking ons kleinkinders van krag voorsien!

Ons kan nie nog vars water maak nie, maar ons kan ander maniere vind om elektrisiteit te maak.

Sonder skoon drinkwater is daar geen lewe nie.  Geen kos.  Geen werk.

·          As jy meer wil weet:  www.treasurethekaroo.blogspot.com, www.propublica.org, www.kahlfan.blogspot.com, www.fractual.co.za, www.damascuscitizens.org, www.gaslandthemovie.com.