In life, we always have a way of finding things out. As the saying goes, we live and we learn. We learn who our true friends are whenever we are in sticky situations. We learn who we and cannot trust and it is sad because you think that the person that you always call  'chomi' or 'friend' is really your friend only to realize that no and when you need them most they will not be there for you. 
Even though I am so old I have recently found this out for myself. I guess a dog is never too old to be taught new tricks. 

Fun times

Varsity Things wethu

My day one's

Wish that I could turn back the hands of time to go back to moments like these with my friends. My day one's. The people who have always been there for me.... Oooohhow I miss my girls <3

Miss my crazy friends

Fun times with Jane

One day is one day

One day is one day, I will get married and live in a house like this. This will mean that i will have to work extra harder. But anything is possible.

The magnificent Cape Town

Selfie Moments

UGLY

Yesterday I read the most though-provoking article. The article brought me to tears and mind you I do not tear up easily. So now I have decided to share it, so here it goes:

"Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who UGLY was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start off with, he had only one eye, and where the other one should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on his same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. 'That's one UGLY CAT!'

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosted him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

 Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body  around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately being suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find. 
 
One day Ugly shared his love with neighbours huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of his fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling, I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear- Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring . Even in the greatest pain, that Ugly battle-scarred cat was only asking for affection, prehaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or sratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk shows ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.

He had been scared on the outside, but I was scared on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total trust and compassion to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well-liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be UGLY. " - Taken from uglythecat.com
  

Cannot deal anymore

I just cannot wait for the holidays, this is a much needed break for me. It has been such a short and stressful term. The fact that I am working does not help. I have been so tired and all that I want to do is sleep. The fact that after a long day at school, I have to go straight to work. I am so exhausted and all that I want to do is sleep. And whenever I have to come to school early, I struggle to wake up.  
But even after all of this, the greatest reward is when you get paid at the end of the month. That is the greatest but the process getting there is the worst.
I guess that I should be greatful for getting a job and getting a good salary. I guess that I should look at the positives of  this job instead of the negatives. As the saying goes, what does not kill you can only make you stronger.

Enough!

Sometimes it sucks when after a long time we realise that after calling these people ''friends'' for so long, we realise that they we just taking all our energy. They are not worth the title that we give them. It is sad that only after so much time we realise this. These type of people just take and take and do not give. The friendship is not mutually beneficial and then you decide to terminate the friendship. This has happened to me a lot over the years and I guess that it has made me experienced in choosing my friends wisely. I have been hurt and burned by many times by people that I thought were my friends and this is why I choose my friends so carefully. People always try to take advantage of you because they think that you are passive or submissive but then get shocked when you move away from them or start playing the game the way that they are playing. People always expect people to bow down to them or to be yes-men. And then when you have finally had enough and say something, they get shocked that you are capable of such. But what did they expect? As time goes by, people get fed up and even those that you thought are 'sweet' or 'friendly' get angry and then you say 'I cannot believe it', ' I did not think that they were like that'. But what did they expect? People should really look at the way that they treat others because how you treat others is a direct reflection of your self esteem and how you were raised. Our parents did not raise us to belittle or put down others and I am sure that they would be shocked at how some of us act.
 And we should also  think, if we had children would we want them to behave in this manner? I am sure that most of us would not. It is time for us to change and become better people.

Where did we all go wrong?

As people, we are never satisfied with what we have, we are always wanting more. It always seems as though we are in constant competition with one another. We are always trying to one-up someone. Especially as women, we are always judging one another, always talking about each other behind each other's backs. What ever happened to sisterhood? As women, whether we like it or not, we are sisters. We are supposed to be there for one another in our hour's of need. Everything has just gotten so materialistic, we judge each other on the types of clothing that we wear, the amount of make-up that we have onor whether our hair is natural or if we have weaves or braids on. It is no longer about what we say and what is actually in our heads but rather what we look like on the outside. The fact that we downgrade and put down others instead of lifting each other up and maintaining that 'sisterhood' we always speak of. I must admit, I am also sometimes guilty of this too. But I am working hard at it to not be so judgemental.

" Once you get over looking back, the road is a lot clearer. The farther away you walk, the easier it gets to not look back. Sometimes by walking away you realise just how happy you can be on your own. Life goes on because time will never stop for anyone. We must keep moving forward. Anyone can tell you that they love you. Talk is so cheap. Love is shown in action. It hurts, but when you finally close the door on that chapter, it will open another to someone who will be worthy of you."- Anne Michele.

It's weird how we never plan on falling in love with someone but it happens anyway. How we always say 'I do not want to fall in love with anyone' and then we fall in love with them  and they become our world. How we cannot imagine our lives without them and we never know how we survived so long without them. They come into your life and then BANG, they just revolutionize your whole world and make you want to become a better person, inside and out. That  one person who makes you look forward for another day just so you can see them, when your whole day revolves around seeing them and just being in their vacinity is enough for you. Recognising their voice no matter where they may be and smiling like an idiot when you hear it. Knowing that they have their flaws but still to you, they are imperfectly perfect. And eveything that they seem to do is perfect and when after a looong they know just the right thing to say to make your day seem alll worthwhile. Love like this >.  

Poem by Maya Angelou

"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in te very dirt
But still, like dust, I will rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause i walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

you may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with you hatefulness,
But still, like air, I will rise.

Does my sexiness offend you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm like a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into dayb reak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
-Maya Angelou (1928-May 2014) 

Imperfections are beautiful

I am so thankful to God for allowing this beautiful woman to be my mother and for allowing me to call her "mama'. I would travel to the moon and back for this woman. She is the strongest and toughest woman that I know. Everyday with is filled with laughs and fun. She supports and motivates me to do whatever I want and keeps telling that I am clever and can do anything that I put my mind to. I pray God keeps her a little while longer so that she can see me graduate and so that i can thank her and repay her by buying her a house. She is truly a remarkable woman. The woman that i call my mother, Lorraine Nongetheni Stone. My vehicle to success and happiness. <3

Viva ANC Viva

Because I know how hard our struggle icons fought for us to be in the positions that we are in today. I will never forsake my people because without I may never have experienced the things that I have experienced and still experiencing. They fought so that people of colour could have equal opportunities. We are experiencing 20 years of freedom because of them. Don't forget where you come from.

Spare a thought

One Day I would really love to be a Humanitarian Aid Worker and help the children in sub-Saharan overcome the social issues such as poverty and the hunger that they are faced with. We should all be thankful for what we have because there are so many in other parts that want what we have. The food that we throw away, they would love to eat. We are so lucky that when we are hungry we are able to bu a packet of chips but some are so poor that they cannot even buy R1 chips. So I think that we should all be grateful for the things that we have.
I think that I have found my calling  :)

Ladies know your worth

how do you expect a man to respect you if you have no respect for yourself? A man will treat you the way that you treat yourself. If you present yourself as a cheap second hand car that is always available for a test drive, you will have no value. A man will always enjoy burning tyres on the race track but never with his personal RollysRoyce, he knows that that is his Quuen and you will see it in the way that he will drive her, gently with respect and pride, the pleasure he gets out of her is timeless, whilst burning out tyres is instant gratification. A woman knows her worth, she commands respect because she has self-respect, knows her worth and never settles for less. She loves herself, takes pride in herself and that mirrors on her partner because he then has a source of strength he can rely on. Ladies know your worth.