Sunday, February 13, 2011
the.ramblings.of.a.mad.me.
Sitting, its a hot summers day in Feb ,the hottest month in Cape Town's calender.A Milo drink, a cup of coffee, toast, youngberry jam and every girls sinful love cheeeese. Lovefool playing in the background and this is me trying to squeeze my brain for some kind of intelligent wit to flow out onto the page before me that would satisfy for a good communications mark. As usual i was given this assignment on time and i am already one post behind;which i do take 0.5 responsibility for and the other 0.5 i blame entirely on SexandTheCity season 1 to SexandTheCity.(mental note to self:better time management and be thankful that there is no longer the alluring SexandTheCity.) (",)
At another point in time (past time). I never lived in this city i was subjected to farm life, which gave me a freedom like no city could ever offer. Boarding school during the week and weekends spent alone with my companions; an Anglo-Arab and Rhodesian Ridgeback. Saturdays and Sundays would consist of "Oupa" the groom, myself and the dog exploring the farm and the indigenous forests on the Tsitsikamma coast. Now my life consists of St Francis during term break and Cape Town during the remainder of the year.
As I am at this point in time an aspiring designer studying in the much loved Cape Town at a much loved fashion institution FEDISA. I am now in my third and final year towards my BA in Fashion Design, my final year as a student and acting like a child without responsibility;well that last part will continue in 2012 while I travel over the ocean to a world that I have not yet explored. I will return when I am satisfied that my untraveled eyes have seen all that they can handle.
Not entirely sure if this is offensive,but if its I'm sorry. I'm not a strong believer in God i never really have been;although i believe in a higher power and was baptised as a Catholic and spent most of school attending Catholic classes for confession and later confirmation. I can tell you sitting in a box and confessing to an elderly gentleman, whom you have no connection with what so ever could of been the turning point for me and the sudden end to those grueling classes and continuous recital of Hail Mary. As a continuation I am now a catholic that was confirmed as a Anglican who finds herself more of a worshipper of the hire power in any form and yes, I pray at those low insecure moments of my life that always lead to the need to pray and yes this is a contradiction that not even I can wrap my brain around. Although I have come up with a rebuttel; religion is an out for people's insecurities and why is it that when you see your life flash before you, God is the one who you rely on and repent all your sins to.
smoke break.
At another point in time (past time). I never lived in this city i was subjected to farm life, which gave me a freedom like no city could ever offer. Boarding school during the week and weekends spent alone with my companions; an Anglo-Arab and Rhodesian Ridgeback. Saturdays and Sundays would consist of "Oupa" the groom, myself and the dog exploring the farm and the indigenous forests on the Tsitsikamma coast. Now my life consists of St Francis during term break and Cape Town during the remainder of the year.
As I am at this point in time an aspiring designer studying in the much loved Cape Town at a much loved fashion institution FEDISA. I am now in my third and final year towards my BA in Fashion Design, my final year as a student and acting like a child without responsibility;well that last part will continue in 2012 while I travel over the ocean to a world that I have not yet explored. I will return when I am satisfied that my untraveled eyes have seen all that they can handle.
Not entirely sure if this is offensive,but if its I'm sorry. I'm not a strong believer in God i never really have been;although i believe in a higher power and was baptised as a Catholic and spent most of school attending Catholic classes for confession and later confirmation. I can tell you sitting in a box and confessing to an elderly gentleman, whom you have no connection with what so ever could of been the turning point for me and the sudden end to those grueling classes and continuous recital of Hail Mary. As a continuation I am now a catholic that was confirmed as a Anglican who finds herself more of a worshipper of the hire power in any form and yes, I pray at those low insecure moments of my life that always lead to the need to pray and yes this is a contradiction that not even I can wrap my brain around. Although I have come up with a rebuttel; religion is an out for people's insecurities and why is it that when you see your life flash before you, God is the one who you rely on and repent all your sins to.
smoke break.
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