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.






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

Objectify!










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

Monday, July 29, 2013

Motown Monday

Jukebox (don't put another dime) - The Flirts
The Grapevine - Marvin Gaye
Small Town - John Cougar Mellencamp
I melt with you - Modern English
I'm a believer - The Monkees
Please Mr Postman - The Marvelettes
Son of a preacher man - Dusty Springfield
Stop! In the name of Love - The Supremes
Down by the station - The Four Preps

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Little Routines

Whilst i was still in school my mother and I would wake at 6am every second morning and it started out that we would do a 2.5 km walk to the farm stall and back. Although, being a true runner at heart, we continued our routine and while my mother walked I would do a quick sprint around our block which also allowed me time for 'faffing' around before school.

Routines are in nearly everything we do, they may start of slight but sometimes when you think back you realise how important these are. They give us security and make us feel like we're fulfilling a purpose.

This got me thinking about my routines I'd started whilst living in London and after analyzing my actions from previous days I realised I had implemented a few. On the mornings on which I work, no matter how much I try to be ready earlier, I always end up taking the same bus at the same time. I also always sit in the same seat (if no one has already occupied it).At work whilst setting up front of house, I use the same order in which I tackle all the tasks. On the mornings which I don't work, I often go to the gym. I use the same locker every time; I have the same playlist of pumping songs and I have the same work out regime for certain days.

Should I delve deeper, I am certain I would find a lot more routines.
I'm sure that should anyone look back on the days passed, they would see a definite thread of consistency
which is what routine is considered to be.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Manic Monday playlist.

Being on our own - Fruit Bats
Ho Hey - The Lumineers
Islands in a stream - Kenny Rogers & Dolly Parton
Manic Monday - The Bangles
It's my party - Lesley Gore
French Navy - Camera Obscura
Living next door to Alice - Smokie
Chocolate - The 1975
Tangerine - First Aid Kit
Let her dance - The Bobby Fuller Four

Friday, June 14, 2013

On the Jellicoe Road

On The Jellicoe Road
I love how when I listen to Kenny Rogers while reading On The Jellicoe Road, I feel slightly closer to it's characters. I love how poetic their sadness is, and how beautiful it is made out to be. 

I love how Melina Marchetta makes you feel like you could be plotting territorial maps with the Houses, spending nights out dancing with the Townies, and battling wit and bone with the Cadets. She makes you wish you lived within those pages and that their words continued through your lifetime. She makes you long to be with the group as they dive into the stream in which Web made history, crawl through the tunnel saving the lives of your enemies, feeling Grigg's hand in yours as you are once again able fill your lungs with air, hearing Raffy's laughter, crushing on Santangelo and making music with Ben, Choi and the Mullet Brothers. And most of all, i love how, after putting the book down, you too can feel a portion of their poetic sadness as you begin to miss it's characters.





Friday, May 3, 2013

Stylish Sister.








Words to bloom.

It seems that London has bloomed over night. One day I was walking home from work, it was still cold and still felt like winter and the next morning I was greeted by a warm sunny day and rows of blossoming flowers and trees. Sunny days in London always seem to hold a magical sense of hope and excitement. The mentality being, "We've been given this amazing weather, it would be unfathomable not to do something!"
That is why on a bright day you would see masses and crowds hitting the hot spots, shopping, eating out (more so than usual) and not to mention the effect of crowds on the tubes. I'm proud to say that this mentality has not escaped me and should a sunny day appear (which seems to be happening more and more), you might spot me lounging in the park with a good book while baring my wintry legs - hoping to catch some sun.
Due to the fact that there hasn't been many dull days recently, I seem to have finished nearly all of my library books; and as a result, I have now added a new favourite author to my list.

Favourite Authors:
Melina Marchetta
Laurie Halse Anderson
Janet Fitch
Julia Quinn
Cecelia Ahern
Sophie Kinsela
Sarah Dessen
Carolyn Keene
Alexandra Potter

Holly Black
Cassandra Clare

Jandy Nelson

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Facing your fears.

After finally mustering up the courage and ignoring the little voice inside my head saying that I probably wasn't as good as I used to be, I decided to join the local ladies soccer training. I was directed and re-directed and eventually found the fields. By this time the butterflies in my stomach were creating havoc yet I persevered. I was invited to join, chose a bib and created space. Surprisingly even though I hardly played any soccer last year due to final exams and matric, it felt so natural. I didn't even tire out as soon as I thought I would and gave a couple of great crosses and tackles. It was a great chance to push myself, embrace my stamina and break a good sweat. After practice and being introduced to the girls, a few of us walked to the station, chatting along the way. The ripple effect that practice had on my well being is astounding. The very next day I got up early to run (pushing through my stiffness), went and bought green tea, amaranth and hemp seed milk. That practice was the first leaf which once it had been turned, caused many others to do so as well. I chose to face my fears that day and came out the other side more alive and thriving than before. Facing your fears, although it is difficult to do, is probably more rewarding than you ever thought possible.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Day to Day


 Writing letters to loved ones.


 Deciding whether to wear glasses or contacts.


 Reading the newspaper on the tube.


Writing notes/thoughts/inspirations.


Writing in my diary.



 Taking many many photographs.

Going sightseeing.


Earning and spending money.


Trying to find jellybaby shoes.


Listening to good music on the bus.


Drinking coffee after work.


Travelling to new countries.

Write it out.