finally a pic from the hawaiian bash... more to come !Monday, May 29, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
Hey! I'm STOKED to have my computer back. So stoked that i wasted a bunch of time doing stupid online quizes. uggg... getting up for work isn't going to be fun tomorrow.
Anway, at least my inner quirky child will keep me entertained.
Have a good night.
C
Anway, at least my inner quirky child will keep me entertained.
Have a good night.
C
| Your Quirk Factor: 57% |
 You're a pretty quirky person, but you're just normal enough to hide it. Congratulations - you've fooled other people into thinking you're just like them! |
| Your Inner Child Is Surprised |
 You see many things through the eyes of a child. Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded. You cherish all of the details in life. Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things. |
Thursday, May 11, 2006
further lessons in South Africanisms
In an effort to help my international readers really "get" half of what i'm talking about... please take a look at this brief tutorial, regarding some South African terms, phrases and expressions. ** I stole it from Madam and Eve... so this might help you understand some of the brilliance of future cartoons...**
This is a work in progress, so if anyone out there has any to add ... feel free.
SNOEK LADY - Like a "Mielie Lady", only they sell snoek.
SNOEK - Oh. It would probably help to know what snoek is. It's a fish.
ROBOT - No, nothing to do with "Star Wars." Here, it's a traffic light.
BOOT - trunk of a car.
BOOTS - You wear them on your feet.
HONK - Has nothing to do with the horn of a car. Honk means "smells bad". (That perfume you're wearing really honks.)
HONK - The sound the hooter makes on your car when you push it. Called a "horn" in America.
MINIBUS TAXI - The inventors of "road rage" here. Rules of the road do not apply.
AFRICAN TIME - Whenever someone actually feels like showing up for a scheduled appointment.
"I'M COMING NOW" - In South Africa, it means "I am coming... but not sure exactly when."
"I'M COMING JUST NOW" - I'm coming...but don't hold your breath.
"I'M COMING NOW NOW." - Forget it. You could be waiting days.
More in our next installment of "South African phrases and expressions made easy".
This is a work in progress, so if anyone out there has any to add ... feel free.
SNOEK LADY - Like a "Mielie Lady", only they sell snoek.
SNOEK - Oh. It would probably help to know what snoek is. It's a fish.
ROBOT - No, nothing to do with "Star Wars." Here, it's a traffic light.
BOOT - trunk of a car.
BOOTS - You wear them on your feet.
HONK - Has nothing to do with the horn of a car. Honk means "smells bad". (That perfume you're wearing really honks.)
HONK - The sound the hooter makes on your car when you push it. Called a "horn" in America.
MINIBUS TAXI - The inventors of "road rage" here. Rules of the road do not apply.
AFRICAN TIME - Whenever someone actually feels like showing up for a scheduled appointment.
"I'M COMING NOW" - In South Africa, it means "I am coming... but not sure exactly when."
"I'M COMING JUST NOW" - I'm coming...but don't hold your breath.
"I'M COMING NOW NOW." - Forget it. You could be waiting days.
More in our next installment of "South African phrases and expressions made easy".
I'm ALIVE!
Fear not dearest friends! for i am not dead, just internettly devoid. That is to say that since the last time i blogged, i have moved homes, stopped going to school, constructed and destructed some important relationships, searched and interviewed for many jobs and now sit here, reaquainted with my computer, jobbed and INTERNETTED!! yippee.
It has been an interesting transition from living with 4 girls (plus 2 boys we couldn't get rid of, yet who wouldn't pay rent) in a big house, to living with my sis in a small basement suite. Different, but awesome. I'm really liking this new place, and i don't think AJ and i have ever got on so well. life is good. PLUS! I have a whole separate world in the bottom of my bedroom. You'll have to come over someday and i'll show you NARNIA. Its pretty exciting, i'm not going to lie. Additionally, i don't think much has changed. I've hung out with Karla more in the last 2 weeks than i did the whole time we lived together, and Mel has already come to visit (i like to think she's visiting me, but i know the truth ;) I like pineapples!)
As for jobs, yes, i'm back at the Dub. I know, i know. i said last time was the last time. but i guess its not. I've looked all over the place, and things just haven't opened up for me the way i wanted. but this way, i'm able to still work at McNab and make full time hours at A&W. so not bad - back to last year. haha. i'm REGRESSING. so much for my newly educated status. But i'm pretty stoked to catch up with old friends.
anyway - i'm going to bed now - got to savour every last minute of being in bed before i start the 7-3 shifts again... uggg.
c
It has been an interesting transition from living with 4 girls (plus 2 boys we couldn't get rid of, yet who wouldn't pay rent) in a big house, to living with my sis in a small basement suite. Different, but awesome. I'm really liking this new place, and i don't think AJ and i have ever got on so well. life is good. PLUS! I have a whole separate world in the bottom of my bedroom. You'll have to come over someday and i'll show you NARNIA. Its pretty exciting, i'm not going to lie. Additionally, i don't think much has changed. I've hung out with Karla more in the last 2 weeks than i did the whole time we lived together, and Mel has already come to visit (i like to think she's visiting me, but i know the truth ;) I like pineapples!)
As for jobs, yes, i'm back at the Dub. I know, i know. i said last time was the last time. but i guess its not. I've looked all over the place, and things just haven't opened up for me the way i wanted. but this way, i'm able to still work at McNab and make full time hours at A&W. so not bad - back to last year. haha. i'm REGRESSING. so much for my newly educated status. But i'm pretty stoked to catch up with old friends.
anyway - i'm going to bed now - got to savour every last minute of being in bed before i start the 7-3 shifts again... uggg.
c
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
hmmm... interesting...
i always wonder who makes up this junk... but its funny anyway... and sometimes pretty accurate... wierd.
Now i need to find me a Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, or Traveler Soul ;)
Now i need to find me a Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, or Traveler Soul ;)
| You Are a Dreaming Soul |
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
have you ever got to that place in your life where you just don't have words?? or if you start using you words you'll just never stop? i'm sorry my dearest Rochelle for not writing. but somebody somewhere wrote it better in a song than i could ever say.
"Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened"
BURNT NORTON (No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')
T.S. Eliot
I'm done.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
How about love? Measure in love
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
If nothing else, watch this movie. ("RENT") it gives you a powerful reminder about how we use each one of the 525600 minutes we are granted a year.
Life changes so quickly in mere seconds, its astonishing to think in about the last 52559 minutes and what i've done with it.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
...
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
...
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Elliot
"Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened"
BURNT NORTON (No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')
T.S. Eliot
I'm done.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
How about love? Measure in love
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.
If nothing else, watch this movie. ("RENT") it gives you a powerful reminder about how we use each one of the 525600 minutes we are granted a year.
Life changes so quickly in mere seconds, its astonishing to think in about the last 52559 minutes and what i've done with it.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
...
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”
...
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Elliot
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Complicated
Uh-huh,
Life's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's the way it is
Chill out,
What you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
I like you the way you are
When we're, driving in my car
And you're talking to me
One on one
But you become
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
Watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're something else
Where you are and
Where you sat, you see
You're making me
Laugh out
When you strike a pose
Take off all your preppy clothes
You know
You're not fooling anyone
When you become
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
Watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
Tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me
I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...
Chill out,
What you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could let it be
You will see
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
You're watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me, to me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
Uh-huh,
Life's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's the way it is
'Cause life's like this
Uh-huh, uh-huh
That's the way it is
Chill out,
What you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could only let it be
You will see
I like you the way you are
When we're, driving in my car
And you're talking to me
One on one
But you become
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
Watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no
You come over unannounced
Dressed up like you're something else
Where you are and
Where you sat, you see
You're making me
Laugh out
When you strike a pose
Take off all your preppy clothes
You know
You're not fooling anyone
When you become
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
Watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
Tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me
Tell me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me
I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...
Chill out,
What you yellin' for?
Lay back, it's all been done before
And if you could let it be
You will see
Somebody else
'Round everyone else
You're watchin' your back
Like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool
You look like a fool
To me, to me
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
MADE IT - Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
I'VE BEEN THROUGH MANY HARD TRIALS,
I COULDN'T EXPLAIN IT NO, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHY.
WHY I HAD TO GO THROUGH SO MUCH PAIN,
BUT PRAISE THE LORD TODAY THERE'S HEALING IN HIS NAME
I MADE IT (AND I'M SO THANKFUL) SO THANKFUL
(I NEVER COULD HAVE MADE IT)
I NEVER COULD HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT THE LORD.
I MADE IT (AND I'M SO THANKFUL)SO THANKFUL
(I NEVER COULD HAVE MADE IT)
I NEVER COULD HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT THE LORD
SO YOU'VE BEEN HURT, FEEL SO ABUSED,
TRIED TO DO THE RIGHT THINGS, AND STILL GET USED.
I KNOW YOU'RE WONDERING WHY, SO MUCH PAIN.
BUT THANK THE LORD, THERE'S A BLESSING IN YOUR PAIN.
THE LORD WANTS YOU TO KNOW THERE'S HEALING IN HIS NAME
THROUGH SICKNESS (BY HIS STRIPES I'VE BEEN HEALED);
THROUGH SORROW (HE WAS MY COMFORT AND ALL MY STRENGTH);
THROUGH HEARTACHE (JESUS HEALED ALL OF MY PAIN);
DEPRESSION (NOW I CAN SING)
its been an interesting experience singing black gospel music - one i'd highly recommend to anybody. There's nothing quite like praising God at the top of your lungs ;)
Monday, April 10, 2006
the beauty of gospel music...
BLESSING IN THE STORM
When I cannot hear the sparrow sing
And I cannot feel the melody
There's a secret place that's full of grace
There's a blessing in the storm,
Help me sing it
There's a blessing in the storm.
Verse 2:
When the sickness won't leave my body
And the pain just won't leave my soul
I get on my knees and say "Jesus please"
There's a blessing in the storm,
Help me sing it
There's a blessing in the storm.
Verse 3:
When I cannot seem to love again
And the raindrops won't ever end
If you just hold on
Those clouds will soon be gone
There's a blessing in the storm
Help me sing it
There's a blessing in the storm.
hold me now
"Hold Me Now"
The spring of April is gone
The leaves have all turned brown
The children have all grown up
And there's no one around
I'm looking over my life and all the mistakes I made
And I'm afraid
Afraid
Somebody told me that You would wash all my sins
And cleanse me from the scars that are so deep within
So I'm calling to You
If you can hear me
I don't know how
I was wondering can you hold me now
You are the only one that's patient when I fall
Your angels come to save me every time I call
You don't laugh at me when I make mistakes and cry
You're not like man
You understand me
See people change one day
They don't like you the next they do
I wish that everyone could love me just like You
So here I am this sinful man peace won't allow
I was wondering can you hold me now
I was wondering can you hold me now
To every broken person that may hear this song
To every boy or girl that feels their smile is gone
I know exactly how it feels to lay in the bed at night
And cry
And cry
Don't you worry God is faithful and He cares
About the tears you drop and the pain you feel He there
When you are weak that's when he's strong
Even though you don't know how
God can and he will hold you now
God can and he will hold you now
God can and he will hold you now
Don't you worry he can hold you now
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