Saturday, August 30, 2008

National Warning - Issued on Saturday, 30 August 2008 at 16.00


Extremely dangerous conditions for the development of runaway fires are expected to persist in Limpopo, Gauteng, eastern part of North-West Province, northern Free State, Mpumalanga and northern KwaZulu-Natal.Very cold, wet and windy conditions are expected on high ground in the south and west of the Northern Cape, the Western Cape, Eastern Cape, southern Free State and Lesotho. Snowfalls are expected on high ground in the Western Cape, southern parts of the Northern Cape, and in the Eastern Cape. Strong to gale force westerly winds are expected between Cape Agulhas and East London. Very rough seas, with wave heights exceeding 7 metres in many areas and coinciding with spring high tides, are expected between the Orange River and Durban. ADVISORIES: Very rough seas, with wave heights exceeding 5 metres, are expected to persist along the entire coastline Monday, moderating during the day. Widespread black frost is possible in the central interior on Monday morning.
South African Weather Service :::
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Thursday, August 28, 2008

my next holiday destination should be

...gamirasu cave hotel



luxury caves in Turkey - now there's an idea!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

what is love?

ever wondered how to explain what love is? in the line of thought that brought you the previous aside, my dearest little sister (in the non-genetic sense) posted some kids' answers on his blog:

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy- age 7


"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5


"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6


"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4


"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7


"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8


"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7


"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6


"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7


"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6


"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8


"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6


"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5


"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7


"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4


"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4


"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."
Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6

and probably one of the wisest answers was given by Jessica:

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."




Sunday, August 24, 2008

aside

i think, sometimes, we think too much.


beauty is beautiful because one finds it so. is that not enough?

Snippets

I found this awesome quotable on (my ultimate free pass) Alistair Appleton's blog. I was going to leave a comment - but didn't think an "oh i LOVE this!!" would sit well under the über-intellectualisms that come before me.

In stead - I'll share it here :)

Kitchen Talk

Treena arguing with Dominic, who’s just said that being gay is perhaps not normal:

“Being normal is what men have created in order to not have to try harder.”

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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Monday, August 18, 2008

Funny metaphors used in high school essays

I just received the following e-mail from a friend in Oman - and I very nearly wet myself!

THIS is why I want to teach Creative Writing!
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Just in case you need some writing inspiration. Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country. Here are last year's winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.

5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.

6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.

8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.

9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.

10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.

11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you¹re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30

12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.

13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.

14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.

15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.

16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.

17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.

18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.

19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.

20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.

22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.

23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.

24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.

25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
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LMAO - someone please tell me there's a website with all of these!

Friday, August 15, 2008

Jeff Buckley-Hallelujah

only the good die young, they say ;0)

Andrew Johnston

no words.

Wing sings "Mamma Mia"

I had to teach my kids to dance to "Mamma Mia" this weekend. When I got home - I found this waiting!!

(it took me a few attempts to watch more than 80 seconds... wait till you reach 55sec, then you'll know!)

PS. Wing is BIG in China. Apparently, if you buy her tracks on iTunes - you can pay US$3 and she'll sing to (at) you over the phone.

(now where did I put that revenge-list...)

Infected Mushroom in South Africa

it sucks that i missed this!!!

when are they swinging by Taiwan?
*sigh*

umarme mich

i'm loving this band more and more!

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Mr Mister

The wind blows hard against this mountainside
Across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where I cannot hide
Setting my feet upon the road
My heart is old it holds my memories
My baby burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul and soft machine
Is where I find myself again
Kyrie Eleison
Down the road that I must travel
Kyrie Eleison
Through the darkness of the night
Kyrie Eleison
Where I'm going will you follow
Kyrie Eleison
On a highway in the light

When I was young I thought of growing old
Of what my life would mean to me
Would I have followed down my chosen road
Or only wished what I could be


My friend Duncan Tsai - recently lost his friend and co-worker to a heart-attack.
She was 27.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Rollmodel: Jasyn

yet another "feature" i want to add to my blogging regime, is to post interviews with people i find inspirational. i'd call them rollmodels :0)

this is the first installment.
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i met Jasyn online - and after checking out his blog decided that i simply HAD to kick off my Rollmodel feature with him. i am in love with his art - especially his cool icons! he lives in PingTung City - here in Taiwan, but the peace and inspiration i get from our conversations are universal.

Have you always lived in PingTung?
Almost, but to live anywhere else that is all the same for me. Because I know who I am, I know my life style.
What attracted you to creating art?
Emotions

I noticed that you have various styles - some of your work being more iconic (Chinese Astrological series) compared to your portrait sketches.
Which is your favo
rite medium/style to work in?
Well, I do many styles more than you have seen. Depending when I am interested in something.
But I would like to say just paper with pencil is my basically favorite thing.

Do you have a favorite subject matter?
Anything can touch people's heart, including myself.

Has any of your work ever been published/sold?
I have published a book with a friend, and some illustrations for magazine, book's cover.
Also some posters, GPS receiver designs, etc as I work at a small GPS company right now.

If art is your hobby - what is it you do at your "real" job?
Design

How does your job influence your creativity?

For working at my job I need to keep learning skills to complete and always to refresh my designs.

That is a plus for my creativity, isn't it?

For sure!
Are you a good cook?
No, I am not. But cooking isn't to hard for me. And I like to cook sometimes.
What is your favorite food?
Any food my mom cooks for me, cause cannot have them any more, missing that so much.

Have you ever found your sexual orientation to be an obstacle/inspiration in daily life? And in your art?
Of course.... But anything all has pros and cons, and in opposing.
So when you get it. That is not a big issue to yourself.

Where do you find the time for your art, in between work and other responsibilities? No, I don't find the time. Time is anywhere anyhow anyspace. Art is same too. Anyone is creating art in their life anytime.

Finally, do you have any tips, suggestions or advice for people who also want to develop their skills? To be friends with me, haha...

Saturday, August 02, 2008

1 000 000 things i'm thankful for

i was scheduled to do a "10 things"-list and some meme today - but something better, more profound transpired:

the last two days have been filled with such beauty, fun and laughter. the "graduation camp" with the kids from my buxiban (CRAM School) was an amazing experience! it's amazing how alive i feel with them. even after having to sit up all night, comforting my one student who couldn't sleep - i'm filled with an overwhelming sense of peace.

it is this sense of peace that opened me up to a universe of emotions tonight...

i popped in on facebook to load photos of the weekend - and browsed some of my friends' latest albums. unexpectedly, i was hit by a wave of longing. a dear friend posted pics of his brother's (my best male friend) farewell in Cape Town. him and his fiancée are headed for the UK to hack out a new future for themselves. seeing their beautiful, excited faces made me long to be there, in that moment, with them. i'm happy for them, excited about their future - but also sad. sad to see the final chapter of, what i should now call our "old" lives come to an end - even if it is via facebook.

it is no secret that i've loved him since the day we met - all of 8 years ago.

i remember it clearly - the moment we met: my new roommate and his friends picked him up at McDonalds, in a tiny, yellow VW CitiGolf. i was sitting relatively comfortably in the back seat - when i looked into the shining doorway of McD's at an enormous silhouette coming our way. the memory has probably been colored by my mind - but he looked like a warrior emerging from a brilliant light. my first thought was something like: "he'd better never find out i'm gay - he'd beat the living crap out of me!"

i couldn't have been further removed from the truth. the man who squeezed in next to me turned out to be the first, real shoulder to help carry my "burden". and quite possibly, he was the one who finally lifted it from my shoulders and showed me that i've been carrying a blessing all those years. what was my burden became a source of magic. and through all the trials and tribulations i faced - he was always there to show me where the anchors were. even at the hight of my alcoholic madness - he brought peace. no wonder i love him.

no wonder she loves him.

i'm choked with a heavy sense of loss. this is me being selfish. but i want to own this feeling, these thoughts. i want to learn from them what i should've so many times before. i realise that, secretly, i've been waiting for him to love me back... romantically. the truth is that he does love me - and has loved me for years - as only true friends can.

i also know that this love - powerful as it is - is not the love we seek in a life partner. he has found his in a wonderful, talented and all 'round beautiful woman - and i know that i'm overjoyed! what is hurting isn't letting go of him - its letting go of all the failed "relationships" i've been in whilst "waiting" for him. the sense of loss is rooted in my own realization that i've let so many opportunities slip by - and that i can't blame this on alcohol. i chose those doomed relationships exactly because they were doomed. i wanted them to be doomed. i wanted to be rescued.

and now i am.
rescued.

it might not read the same way it feels, but writing this has thrown me around like a rag-doll in a tumble-dryer. and writing that last admission released me into the light.

he's done it again!
oceans apart...

Dankie TP - dat jy nog altyd, weereens en steeds my baken was, is en sal wees. My hart is vanaand vol dankbaarheid - vir jou en vir Chanel. Mag jul liefde ook 'n lig vir ander wees - en kom kuier gou.