Week nombre uno..

So, we've been at it for a week now. At what, I'm not too sure. Some of us have been at Friars and the Rat and others at lectures and the library and all the goody-two-shoes shit that must be done at some point. It was an interesting week with a lots of ups and a few downs, but it really is good to be back. If you had told me this 2 weeks ago, I would've told you to stop BS'ing me.

So on Friday night we went to De Beers (our brother res) for pre-drinks and started playing "Never ever have I ever..." For anyone who has ever played that game you will know that you learn a LOT about the people in the room with you. For those unfortunate few of you who have never played it, you go around the room saying "Never ever have I ever..." and then you say something after that, whether or not you have done it before. For example, "Never ever have I ever been skinny dipping" and the people who have been skinny dipping before have to take a sip of their drink. PLAY THIS GAME. It can get you pretty drunk pretty fast if you've done a lot of arb stuff though.
Anyhow, it was probably the nicest pre-drinks this year as there were about 10 or more of us squeezed into a little res room (not as small as ours, but decently small). We got told to shut up a few times but it was a good night all round apart from some guy in Friars trying to punch me because I elbowed him in the gut after he trampled my toes and pushed me into someone. He swore at me, I swore at him and then he raised his hand, at which point I pushed him again and told him what an asshole he was and walked away. Needless to say he was very drunk.

Then on Saturday morning a few friends and I went down to the soccer field on campus to paint our overalls. We take plain white overalls and go nuts on them with purple paint and then wear them for inter varsity (this is the PC term as it is between 4 universities now, but we all still call it Tri-Var). They get very dirty and very purple. Lots of purple paint being thrown around at the tri-var parties and they can get pretty out of hand so do not hope to keep them clean. And washing them is a sin. End of story. Your overalls will be siff and gross but you will learn to accept this.
So we spent the better part of Saturday afternoon on a sunny patch of grass with a bunch of other people getting covered in paint and jazzing up our overalls. Mine aren't doe yet but I will endeavour to get a picture up when they are done (I don't have a camera which is what I mean by endeavour). My legs hate me now though as we had to stand over our overalls and bend down to paint as the grass was wet and muddy and rolling around on it wasn't the greatest of ideas. The muscles in my leg want to boycott my body right now from all the stretching and bending.

And then on Sunday, 2 of my friends and I went to a naked photoshoot called the "My Body, My Choice" photoshoot. The deal is that you get naked with a message either written on your body or on a placard that you can use to hide a few, uh, distinguishing features as well as portray your message. As long as you bare a decent proportion of your bod and your photo has a message, you're good. It was done in protest of the fact that women are often pushed into boxes by today's society with regards to their bodies and that certain men objectify women according to what they look like. It was real art in motion and some of the photos that were taken were really touching with the messages they portrayed. None of it was pornographic at all and was very appropriate.
The 3 of us got topless with our undies on and decided to write the message on our bodies. The first message was written on Ayanda's tummy saying, "More than just my boobs" and she was covering her chest with her hands. Stacy had "More than just my ass" on her back and had her back to the camera and was looking over her shoulder and I had "More than just my vag" on my tummy, covering my chest too and having my little shorts unbuttoned. All 3 of us have, at some point in our time here and even in high school, felt as if certain types of men have not seen who the real person inside is and just regarded us as a face with an ass, boobs or vag. So this had a heavy meaning for us and I think the way in which we did it was effective.
Very excited to see the photos in the exhibition!!

At the moment though I have to run and do some work.. Not feeling too productive though.. HAVE TO FIND A LIFT TO THE BOYFRIEND THIS WEEKEND!! Eeek!! Speaking of the boyfriend:

You sink into my skin
Ever deeper with every breath.
This convenient, connecting slumber
Joins you and me.
I dare not move
Lest I shatter the fragile
Structure of this moment,
The most delicate,
Most powerful.
Your familiar face
Blushes and curves,
Talking, whispering, a mere mutter
Of my name.
My slumber has become yours
As I struggle fruitlessly, unwillingly
To break from my addiction.
Your warmth penetrates my skin
Saturating me in
The most fragile, most powerful
Comforts of addiction.
              -by me

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Long time, no see!

So exams went by, and then holidays started and then those went by and now I'm back at university for term 3. Sheesh this year is moving way too fast!
Much like my previous lengthy break from blogging, I thought a million times "Oooh I should put that on my blog!", but, as before, I can remember none of it. Fail.
Recent thoughts though:

I have come to the stage of my life (or it might be just a phase) in which all I want to do is, (well only after travelling) find myself a nice job in a nice place and move into a really nice house or start building one with the man I marry and be able to count on having someone at home when I get there and then tell him how my day was and you know, just lead the simple life. It sounds so boring, but for me, that sounds like heaven because I know who it will be with and he alone embodies paradise for me. Anyway, I was telling someone this the other day and she basically told me that I was a disgrace to women and Feminism and for a second there I felt like I was, just a little bit. But then I realised that that's not what it's about. Feminism is about the power of choice. It isn't about women getting out of the home and destroying a stereotype, it's about giving women the choice to do that. If they want to stay at home and bring up children or if they want to go out and be powerful businesswomen or public figures should be their choice. It's all about being able to choose and the more people I told this, the weirder the looks I received became. Now I'm really just a bit baffled because I'm pretty frikken certain that forcing women out of the home does not amount to freedom. Hopefully it's just the noobs that I spoke to that have this view on Feminism and women.

AMAZING song that I rediscovered this vac though is It's All Your Fault by Pink. I love this chick. And if you merely read the words, it won't be good enough. Download the song or something.

I conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably even do that wrong
I try to think about which way
Would I be able to and would I be afraid

Cause oh I'm bleeding out inside
Oh I don't even mind (Yeah)

It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair

Da da dada da dada da
Da dadadadadada da dadadadadada

I'm trying to figure out what else to say
To make you turn around and come back this way

I feel like we could be really awesome together
So make up your mind cause it's now or never (oh)

It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair

I would never pull the trigger
But I've cried wolf a thousand times
I wish you could
Feel as bad as I do
I have lost my mind

It's all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can't turn back
I hold my breath

Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air

And it's not fair

(Oh yeah
It's all your fault)

I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I'm running out of air
And it's not fair

Such an awesome song, beat, words and all.

So I do this thing, that if there's something on my mind, I write about it. Sometimes a poem comes out and sometimes random thoughts and stories come out. But then there are the things that I'm scared to write about in case I jinx it. And eventually I work up the guts to just do it. And falling in love is one of these times. And so I wrote about it after about 6 six months of being with the greatest guy to ever grace me with his presence.

Roll over,
Reach out my hand.
Touch your imaginary face.
You're there.
I see you.
I feel nothing.
Forever near me,
Forever beside me.
You are the one
Who I feel is
With me all the time,
All the places.
Never there,
But ever near.
My world,
Your world,
No dividing line,
No marked conclusion
To either or.
You are I
and I am you.

                                              -by me

Giving you the power to destroy me
Is what I was destined to do.
Your mystery eludes me,
Angry me, lover me, you and me.
Becoming myself with you,
What else could I be expected to do?
Your heart, my heart:
Darling, you must learn to share.
Taking is sharing,
Sharing is taking,
So take and share.
Trust - I know what you could do to me,
But you don't.
Trust, deceit?
My world on a silver platter
While sparks fly high above
Your head, my head,
On a silver platter.
Why don't you break it?
Why don't you destroy me?

                        -by me

Valleys, mountains
Canyons, hills, cliffs.
An adventure of
Wonder, celebration.
No dry, baron flatland
Can compete.
You mark my landscape
On your intrepid adventures;
discovering, uncovering and worshipping.
Adorning every new discovery
With you love, your heart, your eyes.
My landscape thrives for you
My mountains remain ever fast, evergreen
While you love remains everlasting.
Explore me, intrepid adventurer,
until familiarity becomes familiar.
                              -by me

So damn good to be so in love with such an amazing person.

Marise (a girl on my corridor) made my day today. I love the song Little Lion Man from Mumford and Sons and she had it as her status on Facebook, so I comment and say "Play it LOUD, I wanna hear it too!" About ten minutes later, I hear this little speaker right outside my half open door playing Little Lion Man. That pretty much made my day :).

Getting back here yesterday, I traversed around the res to say hello to everyone and later on that night Tiff came back and of course the dear sweet girl hadn't taken her calm down pills and she was hyper as ever!! But she gave me the prettiest earrings ever!! And Belgium chocolate in the shape of a cellphone. After I had devoured like 2 kgs of chocolate at Jarrod's sister's wedding. So my body is not very happy with me, especially after coming back to this shitty food we get.. Cotch face.

this is what i do when i should be studying. deal.

Make of it what you will. I think it's perfectly beautiful.

"This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absemce and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?"                                                                              {Jonathan Safran Foer}



Have a slight obsession with hands...so pretty.



Dreams, storms and walks along the beach..

What a weekend :)
Had such a great time with my boyfriend and his family in East London and haven't touched a book or a pc this whole weekend and as I type now, my fingers are like WTF are you doing woman???!!!
Was so nice to get away from res for a change and have a bit of "home-time". It's not at my home but it's at a home none the less.
That's what I've discovered is really valuable is that time away from res and the whole set up is really good for me. Not that I hate res, just that I do get chlostrophobic here sometimes.

We had a beautiful view of the sea and woke up to the smell of it in the air. I missed that. I had THEE best milkshakes in THEE world!! If any of you ever go to East London, find Friesland. Double thick chocolate malt (I think). Do it. You will not regret and it's worth the calories or whatever it is you worry about.

I love the rain \m/
We left Grahamstown late on Friday night and ended up driving through a HUGE storm. The rain was beautiful and I haven't felt that safe in a car in a storm before. Don't know why, but I'm going to say it's because I feel safe whenever I'm with Jarrod in whatever circumstances because that's what I like to think  xD  :P

Walking along the boardwalk at the beach today, I was so at peace, I felt like anything in the world could happen right then and it wouldn't matter. Was so nice to just dawdle with my hand in the love of my life's hand.

Random tangent: People think that saying the "love of my life" is very pretentious and is stupid because we have so much of our lives left and we're so young and we should enjoy ourselves. Well. I'm young and I still enjoy my life in all fields and don't think that having an amazing guy in my life is going to make me stop enjoying it. In fact, I'll enjoy it more, because if you're not enjoying yourself then you should not be in a relationship in the first place. He is it. If you don't like it then that's a pity. I know he's all there is and will be from now on and that's all that matters.

Random not, I know, but it cheeses me off when I hear, "How can you be so narrow-minded and naive?? You're so lovey-dovey, it's not healthy." Bully-bully-bullshit. It's unhelathy to hate on someone else's happiness.

The sound of the waves, rain on your windscreen, chocolate milkshakes, the sand between your toes, his sleeping head resting in your lap.
The little things are the only things that should count because thay are the things that will make you smile, and a smile can always be the source of your joy.

Clouds in the sky, but that's okay.
Clouds in the sky, been there all day.
Stars in your eyes, been there always.
My heart with yours, not just a phase.
All the world might never know,
Might never hear,
But I don't care.
Its you, my dear.
The clouds might burst
And shed their sadness,
The world
Won't know
My secret
Of the stars
In your eyes,
My love.    -by me

                                                                                         

Wet shoes cont.

My shoes,
Your shoes.
They're wet.
The elements,
Your elements,
They're cruel.
Disaster, fear,
Wet, cold and dark.
The fire inside you,
Not enough to warm you
To warmly warn me.
The fire inside me,
Not enough to warm me,
More than enough
To warm you.
Is this fire all you need?
How do you do it?
How do you want me to?
Tell me, show me,
Hurt me the way you want;
I am ignorant to it.
My shoes are wet.