Tuesday, December 31, 2013

My Future.

"My future"
Two little words that can often cause a mixture of feelings ranging from anxiety, excitement, trepidation etc.

My plan this time last year was to pack a suitcase, my self published vegan cookbook, my teddy bear and jet off to London to spend a year gaining experience. After landing a job as a waitress who occasionally chopped vegetables, I was ready to hang in my hat. However i wanted to prove my worth, not only to others, but to myself as well.  I spent my days researching and writing CVs and exploring different career fields and my nights lying in bed worrying about money for rent and food. I finally found my niche in the form of a vegan/vegetarian/raw restaurant, Wild Food Cafe in Neal's Yard, a quaint and colourful quad hidden from the bustling streets of Central London. Looking back on this year, I can honestly say that working there was one of the best experiences of my life. I met so many unique and intelligent people, from whom I learnt so much about all aspects of life and made great friends whom I hope I'll know for the rest of my life. I was able to progress over time as a waitress as well as work as a chef in the kitchen. I learnt how to interact with people better, think on my feet and fast, manage my time and deadlines, different cultures and how to look after myself. I was exposed to new music genres, artists and films. I went to the theater, the ballet, watched a soccer match (football as the English would say), went out on the town, saw the sights during the day as well as night, attended a Cacao Ceremony, learnt about London's history whilst taking a tour on the sight-seeing bus, traveled to Bath and spent the day floating around the Bath Spa, took a trip to Oxford to write my SATs, went to Rollerdisco dressed in 80s outfits, browsed through vintage shops and markets,met Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter), Florence Welsh (of Florence and the Machine) and Lucy Liu and a whole lot more!

Today is the 31st of December and here I am in Cape Town, having only decided yesterday what I'd be doing for this coming year. Writing has always been a huge part of my life, whether it be for a blog, poems, stories or just in my diary, and I plan to pursue it in 2014. Talk about excitement!

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Daydream Believer

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.

Living in London

Living in London has brought the most amazing people together, all under the roof of the Wild Food Cafe, a vegetarian/vegan/raw restaurant in the heart of London. A restaurant where when surrounded by your friends/colleagues, you can't help but smile and thank your stars you were lucky enough to have found such a Wild group of intelligent, exciting and eccentric individuals! 

Friday, November 1, 2013

What she told me.

My mother told me stories of how, as a young girl I would insist on choosing my outfits. She told me of the tantrums and screaming-sessions I'd have while lying on the floor of the supermarket. She told me of how a friend and I (both with strong personalities) would fight so much that they had to stop our 'play dates'. She told me of how bold I was, of how many questions I'd ask; of how as a baby I'd stand on my father's hand, of how I'd sit on his lap and manage to spill his cups of steaming coffee. She told me of how I'd hide when she came to fetch me from a friend's house, of how my sister, brother and I would have to leave the table because we couldn't stop laughing uncontrollably without reason. She told me of how I'd direct my siblings and cousins in the hope of creating a Christmas Show each year, of how I'd make the family all sit and watch me sing and perform, of how I'd instruct my sister and brother in the game of Teacher Teacher. She's told me many stories, and I'm glad. I love stories about the past, about my family and I. Most of all, I love the fact that I'm going to be able to share them.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Hurricane Moments.

A hurricane has hit. 
London is a-fly with leaves and debris.
Congregating are those in fear,
consoling others who might have shed more than tears.
Worldly possessions free me from your hold,
allow my life to rein,
and strength of will and resolve.
Let me view my moments
and memories,
as one would a flash before they choose
the light,
as one might view a fleeting kiss 
wrapped in the emotion of a whirlwind night. 

Montana Hall

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


Changing Leaves

It is rather surprising, the speed at which the weather can change. One evening you're walking home from work, the sun is setting and you can still feel the dense humidity as summer air wafts over you, only to awake the following morning, ready to face the day with the force of sunshine on your side, to find a dreary and dull greeting from Mother Nature. Sure, she's given you two months of intense heat and an incredible amount of sunshine, but you're just not ready to face the onslaught of autumn/winter.
And that leaves you morose, until you're surprised by a beautiful sunny and warm day amidst the dull mass of the changing seasons. It is only in London that i have seen the sun create such an energy that sends people's spirits soaring! These rare days are precious and not to be taken lightly. This is the day during which you can do all the things you've dreamed up whilst sitting in a coffee shop, thinking up all the activities you could be doing were it sunny. The parks will be littered with picnic blankets, soccer balls, kites and people. Restaurants will thrive at meal times, especially tea and the cinema won't see anyone set a foot inside until the sun has declared the day a success and given way to the moon.
Perhaps I'm writing about this in the hope that the universe hears my plea, I am aching for a rare and precious day during which I can finally do everything dreamed up for a summer day.
Let's hope it comes soon, that dash of love and sunshine is definitely needed during the times of changing weather.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Now & Then

There was a time when....

Singing the loudest in chior was cool
Your friday night outfit was your most important plan
Getting to school on time was necessary
You couldn't leave the house without your favourite red shoes
Your largest item in your holiday bag was your hair straightener
You had to have the best seat at school
Sitting next to your friends in Assembly was a must
You couldn't think about anything other than passing your drivers
Your Saturday nights consisted of Disney movies & popcorn
Trading stickers at school was 'the shiz'
Marbles made the world go round
You had to know every new song by every cool new artist
Kissing was difficult to fathom
Every party imcluded a game, 'Pass the Parcel'
The game of Cops & Robbers was an afternoon staple
Your school day consisted of blowing ink bubbles for art
It was imperative you didn't get caught during Kissing-Catches
(And a time when you hoped you would)
Getting cooties was the end of the world
Travelling the world became a possibility
You just wanted to watch movies until 4 am
When looking through pictures of your younger years made you cry
You were scared to finish a book, because it would mean the end of a great story

Friday, September 6, 2013

Cape Town 1960s

A nostalgia arises over me, a longing to have experienced a different era; specifically the 60s. Having lived in Cape Town for the most part of my childhood it is only now that I've left (only for a year or so) that I realise how deeply it's culture and personality is ingrained within me. My love for it is embelished into my soul, and seeing these pictures on MissMoss's website, I felt a broad smile appear as I recalled my memories in those specific places and what it must have been like to experience the in the 60s. A great past time for a rainy and windy day in London. Enjoy!


Thursday, August 22, 2013

Long live the Series of Life.

Anybody with a television will tell you, that once you've watched a few episodes and decided that you enjoy the show, the characters start to weave their way into your reality. From that moment onward they are no longer mere fictional characters, they are people with personalities, ambitions, relationships and choices; just like us. While our lives progress, we watch theirs do so too (at a more rapid pace), and ultimately we grow with them. We cry with them, we laugh, dance, sing and sometimes wish we could be them or at least experience their lives for a day or so.
We make their lives reality and in doing so, we allow them to live.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer
She slays vampires by night, 
scrapes by in school, has a crazy group of friends, 
and ironically dates a vampire. 

 From the fashion, to the endless joking around, 
the sympathetic moments, their crazy schemes and episode names, 
it's easy to fall in love a with every single one of them!

 With witty banter, exciting cases, handsome men dressed in suits, 
and of course the ongoing character impersonations, 
we end up wishing we had gone to a top notch secretarial school 
or perhaps Harvard?

Gossip Girl
 New season clothing, ballrooms, champagne, false impressions, 
masquerades, facades, stealth, malice and a well executed scheming can leave us 
drooling whilst sitting on the very edge of our seats. 

 The forbidden love unfolds as we watch Maggie grow 
from a beautiful brown-eyed girl into a young woman, 
who captures the heart of a very well behaved priest. 

7th Heaven
The family anyone would love to visit. Complete with Happy the dog, 
their church-owned home is the sturdy building that has seen many many sights. 
Love, loss, happiness, heartache, mistakes, kindness, long serious speeches 
continues as the years pass and the Camdens grow older. 
We grow with them, able to appreciate the lesson each episode taught.


Television and media has become a platform used to send out subtle
unnoticeable hints that direct us in our choices in life. Please make an
informed decision about what you're watching and be aware of it's programming.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

London adventures ensue...

Leevke & I, Camden Town.

Photo courtesy of blogging-customer

Vinyl and CD shopping, Camden.

Adventures with Jemma.

Wild Team gathering. 


Pulling faces, tipsy-on-the-train.

Floral headband, Camden.

Quirky & colourful vegetarian cafe.

Whimsical in Wimbledon.

Raw food/desserts at Inspiral.

Endless amounts of vintage shopping.

Classic London Style: drinks after work.

Veggie lunch hunt with Jemma.

Salsa Dancing!