It's now 3am and everything is incredibly still save for the murmurings of the neighbouring birds. My habit of taking triple strong coffee has finally caught up with me and sleep is the last thing on my mind. These summer holidays have been spent rather unproductively and so, I haven't ventured onto this site for a long time. I'll close with a few quotes:

'The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n.'-John Milton

'The difference between sinners and saints is that saints have a past while sinners have a future.'-Oscar Wilde

Happy Holidays to those celebrating them :) Today, the day after xmas, my dad took my brother, his girlfriend and I on a long drive outside the city. We found ourselves in Sterkfontein and decided to go explore the caves (with the help of a trusty tour guide, a camera and flashlights of course!). Inside was absolutely amazing and we saw the site where they were still escavating the oldest and most complete skeleton ever found. Even older than Lucy by .5 million years. So there it was, the cradle of humanity- a breath taking, deceptive work of nature which will one day claim us back into the very blood of the earth.

Exams are finished and my research has been carrying on in terms of what to do with my life. The bad part about having many passions is that you must eventually face them and learn to prioritize. Because of exams I've been very out of touch with world events, politics and my music lol so here's a goal for the month of December: pull my life back together and make something out of it that I'll want to see. In the meanwhile, here's a poem that I wrote. It was inspired from some of Oscar Wilde's poetry after having had read it.


The Passing

A willow soft lady passed today
With a heart that would melt the snow;
She whispered beauties of the May
And lifted me to where I couldn't go.

A rose pretty greatness came to me,
With a love beyond the oceans;
She pressed worked fingers of three
To every yearning head of the young ones.

To where she transcended is a mystery
For all those she left behind;
She remains here, though, quietly
Unseen to those though she is kind.

Lady of August wipes away tears of blood
And comforts wandering lost souls;
She whispers to me ideas in the bud
And works with a touch of gold.

A willow soft lady passed yesterday,
but is no longer here,
Save for the souls still to make their way
Through the fires where she's been.

Mother, a rose gold lady, passed today
With her loving touch unseen.
Eternal through her own grace
Where only a mothers love could show
In the footsteps where angels roam.

A great idea for a program... when I was living in Portugal, we had this program where the older kids in the senior school (equivalent to middle school and high school combined) would take some time out every week for a couple of hours and, armed with nothing but our knowledge and patience, we proceeded to the primary school. There we ran this program where we would read to the kids and teach them to read. Something so simple can be so effective. Not only do the kids enjoy themselves but it motivates them so much to read and enjoy reading! Such a program would be fantastic if we extended it beyond our own schools and reached out to other underpriveledged schools where there's normally a lack of motivation, teachers, and time. Such a thing would open many windows, but the question is how does one get started on beginning such a program? Ne ideas?

Ok, I'll admit it I'm bored. I've been sitting here listening to songs from my collection of anime trying to think of something profound. lol doesn't really help when you're in the middle of writing exams. A whole bunch of music, stories and images are blurring through. Here's a random one...

Sister you're crying
Over those pretty shoes
Tripping yourself up
Round everyone else.
Don't you know the fire's gone out
The rain has fallen softly
Marring the bloody remains
Of our once thriving dignity.

You don't need to put on a show
Infront of prying eyes
Bellydancing your pathways
For those no longer surprised.
Respect comes a long way, sister,
It can't be earned through the dirt.

Musing that gold you want so badly
Won't bring those wrongs to right
The real wealth won't be found there.
How can you have the high class
When you don't have the self respect?

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