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'Living It Up'?

Last time, I was writing about how I looked forward to embracing student culture on campus and living the "perfect varsity experience" dream.
What I didn't expect was exactly how far out of my comfort zone this "perfect varsity experience" would take me, and how much I would love (and hate) every minute of it.

It all started one Monday night during supper. There I was- concentrating on my food, trying hard not to choke on the bone stew which they are so fond of serving- generally minding my own business, when one of my friends made a statement: "we're going to the party on Friday".
I was caught off-guard: we go to parties now? But before I could object, another friend piped up with "yes, guys- let's go. We need to live our lives!"
And so it was settled.

On Friday, I was actually pretty excited to go to this party, and the fact that I was going to get in for free and thus wouldn't have to spend much of my non-existent student budget di…

They Call It "Art"

I remember sitting at home watching American movies about college and the wonderful adventures it promises the lucky few who got in and thinking "that's going to be me one day!". I vowed to delve right into "Varsity Culture", and appreciate it for all it was worth.

I haven't quite managed to do it on as large a scale as I had hoped, but I have started to look out for all the arts events happening around campus.

The one I just attended was actually quite disturbing.

I understand that performance artists- specifically poets and actors- are sensitive souls. They take their work very seriously, and anyone who dares insult them...well. I haven't heard from anyone like that lately, so I guess the rumour about there being a "Gits Who Don't Appreciate Good Art" hell are true...

What I'm trying to say is, when I think 'art', I think of portraits, selected pieces of music and certain plays. I don't think of bare-breasted women and nude m…

Soundtracks and Comebacks

Colonel Abrams. Mariah Carey. Katie Melua. The Cranberries. Good Charlotte. Akon. D'banj. Lira. Teargas. Paramore. Erykah Badu. Musiq Soulchild. John Legend. Technotronics.
All musicians. Some one-hit-wonders, others consistent hitmakers. And all of them are on my playlist.

"Eclectic" does not even begin to describe my taste in music and how varied it is. I mean, when people see me walking to class with my headphones on, I don't think they expect me to be listening to an 80's couldabeen's lyrics about unrequited love. And yet, that's probably exactly what I've got on "repeat" the whole day.
The next morning I'll probably be singing "...keep your feet on the ground, when your head's in the clouds...", because I'm having a Paramore moment.

I love music because it just seems to provide me with the answers I need when I need them. Or simply just because I like the beat, and for an average of 3 minutes and 30 seconds each da…

It's Gone...

I woke up this morning feeling completely disoriented: I looked around my room at res and couldn't figure out where I was. Then I turned on the hot water tap and my fingers nearly froze and I thought: "Aah, home sweet home...".

The inevitable has happened: the World Cup is over, and life must return to normal. Radio stations are going to have to find other songs for their playlists- songs which don't contain the phrases "wave your flag" or "this time for Africa", or even "2010"- because that's all we've been hearing for the past month or so and as patriotic as I try to be, there were times when I wished I could just sream at how cliched the whole thing had become.

And the TV stations are probably going to squeeze some more money out of all the advertising campaigns that have been on a loop during the World Cup. Who knew poverty and ill-education were such lucrative prospects? I mean, don't get me wrong: I understand how importa…

Home From The City

Tzaneen, Limpopo. More specifically, Mbhekwana Village.
Away from the "hustle and bustle" of city life. Where my family is. Home.

It's taken me some years to see it this way, but now that I do it's helped me to gain perspective on life.
Just because I grew up in the city doesn't mean that I can't appreciate "country life". Sure, up until late last year, I had to get used to less luxuries: no DStv, weak Internet signal, sweltering heat... all things that made me appreciate what I had here in the "city" a lot more.

Now we have DStv, running water and Airconditioning. The signal is still weak, but people at Mbhekwana aren't really concerned with technology. They'd much rather pull up a chair under the tree and chat with neighbours and passers-by.

It's a completely different life, and it's a life which- although I'm not ready to immerse myself completely in it- I'm willing to accept.

It could be good for me to remember that b…
...and the story goes that I actually started a blog. As Marc said to Betty: "Welcome to 2006!"- or something along those lines- lol!

I'm not quite sure what the people who use these things post, but here's an essay or two that I wrote.

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In The Midst of Peace and the Moon

Adam walks up to the counter and takes a seat as a warm ray of sunlight catches the dazzling green of his eyes.
He’s perfect. And he’s here to see me.

When I first started my waitressing job at the beachfront diner, I wasn’t expecting anything exciting to happen. Then Adam came along and changed all of that.

He was a first time visitor to Knysna, and I thought he made a really cute tourist so I said he could come and hang out with me whenever he liked. And that’s how it all began.

We could talk for hours about anything and everything. He made me laugh. My holiday was definitely turning out to be much better than I’d imagined.