Heartbreak

Empty mind and empty heart,

Curled up on the couch and not going out.

Eating ice-cream and staring at nothing,

When indeed I should be busy doing something.

Alone in the dark, feeling trapped,

How I long to be out enjoying a night-cap.

Trying hard, trying to make it,

But how do I do it without faking it.
Heart of darkness, longing for light,
How I wish for the days my world was bright.
My heart is weighing heavy,
I cannot speak, let alone lift my feet.
How to go on after being forsake,
God rid me of this harrowing heartbreak.

We are what we do

We follow the trend
Instead of making one
We shop until we drop-
We are females
We watch sports all day long-
We are males
We live our lives through our careers-
We are workaholics
We want everything to be perfect-
We are perfectionists
We eat healthy and exercise-
We are personal trainers
We go to the ends of the earth for our children and tenderly love them-
We are mothers
We debate global issues-
We are politicians
We try to make peace in the world-
We are peace makers and war haters
But are we really what we do?
Or is just part of the many roles we play in our lives?

3 words that desribe me best

Organised

Intelligent

Caring

My fondest childhood memories

Every once in a while I find myself reminiscing on the good old days of my childhood. No care in the world, no responsibilities just being free... sigh... How I wish I was a kid again...

In summer my dad would take me very Friday to Sunrise beach. I would pack my bag the night before not to forget my yellow bucket and blue spade. I waited patiently for my dad to get home from work so that we could spend the afternoon building sand castles, running in and out of the waves and soaking up the sun. Oh, I had bright pink sunglasses and a yellow and black polka-dot bathing costume- What a cutie pie! Haha!

As a family we would always go to the Spur for supper. I looked forward to coloring in a choosing a balloon, which blew away once we left the restaurant. I would always order a chico the clown for dessert even though I could never finish it. The least memorable part of going to the Spur was the clowns. My older brother made me watch a horror movie called IT the Clown and I never got over it.
We also had many adventures to Tygervalley Mall where as a family we would spend the day playing putt-putt, but I always wanted to go on the miniature boat rides but my brother was way too cool to go with his baby sister. We would then end off the day at Milky Lane enjoying waffles with peppermint crisp topping- YUM!

I will never forget my first plastic scooter that my uncle from Kimberly had bought me from a Shell garage. You are probably thinking of the average black scooter that everyone had and you had to use your feet to push it in order for it to move. Well, you are so wrong, mine had pedals! I felt invincible on it, no one could touch me. I cannot remember what happened to my scooter though, think it was given aways as I out grew it.

There is one person that I will never forget and that is my grandmother. She took care of me when my mother had to go back to work and she was truly my best friend, as my brother and I are seven years apart. My fondest memory of her would be the magic tricks that she did, which I still cannot understand how she did it until this day. I would check her pockets, make her stand up and check all around her and would not be able to find the sweet that she made disappear. Maybe she ate it so quickly that I did not even see- Haha!

I am so grateful that I was able to be a child and not be forced to grow up before my time. I am very thankful that I was born into a loving and caring family. I will always treasure these fond memories of the childhood and hopefully share them with my own children one day.

We are afraid of the wrong things...

As human beings we certainly fear the wrong things.
I fear change; changing jobs; changing from secondary education to tertiary education. It is the mere thought of not knowing what to except that I am afraid of- Expect the unexpected. It takes me some time to adjust to a new environment. Most people see change as a challenge or a new beginning but not me, I fear the unknown. It basically boils down to leaving your comfort zone and putting yourself out the there.

I think we fear of not being accepted by others, everyone wants to be accepted and no one wants to stand out of the crowd. Standing out of a crowd could actually be a good thing because who wants to follow the crowd and be like everyone else.

We have lost the plot in being afraid of the wrong things. We have become a flock of sheep just going with the flow and not questioning anything or anyone.
We need to stand up for what we believe in and use our unique voices in doing so.

Things that go up and never come down

I am definitely feeling random today but I am sure that whoever reads those will be able to relate. Here are a few points that sprung to my mind as I thought about this topic:

1) A balloon

2) Food prices- Its a real shame that our salaries don't keep going up.

3) Electricity tariffs

4) Your age- Only as old as you feel though.

5) Petrol, but that to has its moments, like when they decide drop it by 20c. Ha, they can rather keep their 20c thank you very much.

6) Schooling and Tertiary education

7) Insurance premiums

8) To-do-lists... The joys for being at tech... sigh...

9) Number of people living with HIV/AIDS- true story but yet sad at the same time.

10) The increasing number of natural disasters- Global warming has become a reality people

11) And last but not least, the amount of homeless people, abortions and orphans.

Fish falling from the sky

He sat there in the blistering cold, nowhere to go, nobody to turn to. But the cold did not seem to be as ferocious as the stomach pains that he was experiencing. He clutched his stomach as it grumble viciously- He did not eat in days.
The alluring smells of the surrounding coffee shops and restaurants made his mouth water.

The hunger pains shot through his body in all directions making him feel weak and desperate. All he wanted was something to eat and the mere thought of eating out of the trash became more and more appealing as this thought ran through his mind.
It started to rain and he took for some sort of shelter. With the hunger pains increasing, he tried to take his mind off it by focusing on the cold and rain.
Oh how he wished to have some food; to have something in his stomach...

Alas! Can it be? Has the rain turned into fish? It seemed as if fish were falling from the sky. He leaped for joy and started dancing in the rain. He stuffed his face with as many fish as possible. It certainly was the best fish he had ever tasted and, without a doubt, so satisfying.

The "joys" of travelling with the train

I have been travelling with the train since my first year, commuting to and from university. Everyday seems to be an adventure when travelling with the train, from cancelled trains; to blind people singing whilst begging for money; to just plain crazy people who should be locked up in a mental institution; to gothic people who are just completely strange.

When it is pension day the trains are usually packed with old people travelling to collect their pensions or sometimes certain old-age homes have a day-out to the beach. It really facinates me to see so many old people gather in one place and that is excluding hospitals. I sometimes wonder as to whether they had a good life and acheived all their goals and aspirations.

The "best time" to travel with the train is in winter... Every other train is cancelled and you can forget about getting to work or university on time. Nobody really cares if you have deadlines that need to be met. Yet I still choose to travel with the train- It is cheaper than travelling with a car though.

Sometimes I come across really foward guys on the train who want to know your name and number. They even look at you like you are a piece of meat- Eew! Aah... they "joys" of travelling with the train... sigh...

Call me inquistive, but sometimes people talk so loudly on the train that you cannot help but listen to their conversations. It ranges from relationship problems; to frustrations at work; to plans for the weekend.
My most favourite part of travelling with the train is people-watching. Many thoughts run through my mind as i watch people getting on and off the train. Where do they work, where are they going, do they have children, did they study further after high school- The list is endless.

But you have not lived- or slept for that matter- until you have slept on the train. It is the best sleep you will ever have. The motion of the train rocks you to asleep as if you were sleeping in a cradle. There have been plenty of times when I have passed out on the train and woken up feeling refreshed and revitalised. I must say that I have woken up to realise that I have already passed my station- Touch wood.

Even though there are many "joys" of travelling with the train but it is something that I would definitely miss it. I would miss the strange and interesting people, and not forgetting the fact that I will not be able to complete tech work on the train should I decide to travel with a car.

What is the colour of the wind?

It is the colour of the people,
It is the culture, tradition and the life of the people
It is all the colours of the rainbow
It is a colour you cannot see,
But you can feel
It is warmth and beauty
It is the mere image of your imagination,
Constantly changing from day-to-day
The wind can be whatever colour you want it to be
It can bring hope, joy, fear and disappointment
The colour of the wind can bring rain, storm, sunshine and snow
The wind is the colour of love and thanksgiving
It is a colour to be embraced and welcomed
It is a colour