Age ain't nothing but a number

Ok... Uhm... Wow...

So it has been quite a while since my last entry. I have been busy. So many things have happened. I doubt I'll remember them all though.

The first thing that comes to mind is the camp that I attended last week. I had reservations about going because I am cynical like that sometimes. Surprisingly I enjoyed myself. Now you should know that I am not a mans man. But that is a whole other blog entry by itself. I digress... I spent the whole weekend with my girls and I had loads of laughs and photo shoots and adventures in the forest. For the first time at a camp I felt free to be me.

The Saturday evening however was an extremely emotional one. If you have watched "The Freedom Writers" you would be familiar with an exercise called "cross the line" where certain questions are asked and if it applies to you then you must cross the line. I became emotional not because of me and my situations but because of my friends and what they are going through. At that moment I felt so helpless when all I wanted to do is hold them and tell them everything will be ok.

So on my way back from camp I found out that Amy Winehouse has died and about the disaster in Norway. My heart goes out to everyone in Norway who lost family members or friends. I cannot say that I am surprised at what happened to Amy though but it is still sad none the less.

She died at the age of 27 and I found out that several former stars died at the same age. I found that intriguing and I did a bit of research on it (meaning I Googled my behind off). I discovered a lot of conspiracy theories, illuminati included. The most interesting article I found though purports that our life consists of cycles and they change drastically between the ages of 26-29. Most of it sounded "way-out-there" but it got me thinking... I am 27 and I HAVE noticed quite a few changes in my life. I have become much more mellow. Things that used to interest me in the past no longer matters. I value family more than before. I appreciate my friends a lot more also. Even the type of music I listen to has changed. So I suppose there might be some truth to that statement.

If I have a word (or several) of advice however it would be that you should not wait to be 27 to mature. Love your family. Appreciate your friends. Laugh as much as you can. Live your life, don't just watch it pass by you. You never know what might happen tomorrow.

From now on I'll try to post more entries more often. Until then....

Peace. Love. Happiness.

Unfounded worry

So today was one of those weird days...

For the past few weeks I have been stressing my sexy behind off. The reason: exam results. Now I am a fairly intelligent being. You can almost say that I am as smart as I am fat. A few weeks ago I had to write several modules and the worst of those by far was constitutional law (note: I will not use a capital letter C because I do not and nor will I ever respect it)

I started this day off being my normal grumpy-self. One is not a morning person. The results were released yesterday already but due to an incompetent administration process mine were being withheld.
A huge part of my stress was how my parents would take the news of me failing constitutional law or even writing a supplementary exam (I would not be able to handle the shame). I was fairly confident that I failed...
Today, however, I got my results and... I PASSED!!! All my modules!!! Granted I did not pass as well as I would have liked but I passed none the less. I have restored my faith in myself.

No bad news for parents. Everything is like two unicorns kissing on a rainbow.

Onto a new topic... Grahamstown Festival.

Last week, or such, I went on a bit of a road trip to the Grahamstown Festival (hereafter referred to as the gfest). Initially one had some doubts as to whether one would actually get there. I blame women. It turned out that my fears were unfounded. So early on a saturday morning I got picked up by a car full of sexy, feisty chicks. I plopped my bags in the trunk and off we went!

The trip there was a ball filled with sepia and black and white memories. Our accommodation was a sore point from the beginning. I had a reasonable fear that we will be killed by our host and that our flesh would be sold as meat in a butchery. It turned out that the accommodation was everything I thought it would be! Extremely dodgy and filled with foreigners. I think we were saved by the fact that we hardly spent any time at the place.

Naledi (find her blog here lardbuster67.blospot.com) and I saw a few shows. One very good. One very confusing. One very crappy. The very good one: The Complt Wrks of Wllm Shkspr is/was a must see! "Lady Gaga will slit all out throats!"

While Naledz and I soaked in the culture Luci and Lauren were soaking up some other stuff...

Was a bit bummed that we didn't go out the saturday night but all in all it was a great weekend.

Final thought...
Just before we left our host Mohammed decided to get deep with us. He spoke about gardens and rivers... He said God will give you a garden (a blessing) and you must look after that garden and God will be the river that will nourish said garden and if you are good to that one garden then God will give you more gardens...
Use it... Don't use it...
Here's to my intelligence, my three gardens, a vegetable patch and a fruit tree!
Peace. Love. Happiness.

...and so it starts...

Well hello there world. You may be wondering who I am and what this blog is all about... Yes? Well... Tough! You'll get to know me as the time goes on.

Gosh! I have so many things to say (as I am rather opinionated). Some of you will not like what I have to say. Don't fret little one, I still wish love for you, or as my dear friend Mohammed would say "Due respect to you".

So I'm 20-something, overweight, neurotic, a bit deep at times, an average amount of schizophrenia, a lot of psycho and definitely outspoken! I believe in unconditional love and acceptance and breaking down stereotypes. Oh lord! I feel like I'm starting to get preachy. Blah blah blah...

Anywho... Let's get going with one's first entry...

Today I found a quote by a very (I daresay one of the most) intelligent and wise woman on our planet. Maya Angelou.

"I don't know if I will continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'Well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach."

That bit of wisdom is SO true! I would know because I have made a lot of mistakes in my past and if had to carry the regret from my past around with me then I would have been a wreck of a person today.

Message of the day: forgive yourself for the mistakes you made. Cry a bit. Be depressed for a little while if you have to but get up and go on with your life. The best gift you can give yourself is to start living.

Ah what the hell! Turns out that I'm in a preachy mood. Deal with it!

I'm done for the day.

Peace. Love. Happiness.