The colour blue

What is life without the most pleasing sight of colour? I suppose we should ask dogs about that , for their dreary existences are seen in nothing more then vintage black and white. More importantly , what is the colour blue? Why , it is my favourite color , calm , peaceful , serene , vibrant too yet , now, it haunts me.

The day was like any other , monotonous routine before school was to be carried out , the colour blue following me everywhere I went. It appeared in a shade of navy as I zipped up my always-too-long skirt , luminous in the form of my mug that enclosed the magic elixir known as coffee , boring and regular as I glanced over at my physics notes and mostly sky blue for nothing other than the vast sky above.

The mere thought of having to go school and write one of Mr Moodley’s infamous killer Physics tests , made me want to quit school and join the circus (as cliché as it gets). The likelihood of me surviving circus life however seemed less promising that the chances of me passing my physics test . The only way to truly lift my spirits , with minimal damage to my well-being was to waste a ton of money at the tuck shop.

With my decision made , I hurried up the stairs , bag and general file in hand , to make sure I had enough time to sneak out some cash and meet my mother’s standards of arriving at school on time , also know as the crack of dawn. In the rush , I laid down my bag and file and dug out my secret stash , only to realise much to my horror that it was gone . My beautiful , crisp , almost metallic blue R100 notes , were gone.

I guess you could say I was feeling a bit blue about my current predicament , but in my twirl of madness out the door , I masked my sadness. Only after ten minutes in the stuffy car did I notice the absenve of my general file. It was far too late for mother to go back (6:40 AM) and the giant silver prison gates were already in my direct line of sight.

I took my mother’s advice and called my father , praying he could bring my life source to school on time.

“It’s a big blue file , lying in the study,” I hurriedly told him

“Blue? I only see a green one!” he yelled back

” Oh my god , seriously , bright blue , not GREEN , just bring it!” I raged on.

That was it , the last conversation I had with my father , the argument over whether my glaringly obvious blue file , was in fact blue or green.

AUTHORS NOTE: This was written as a practise essay in class during English and inspired by true events minus my dad dying though.


Casual Saturdays , or at least my version

Hello internet ( it’s been a while)

To some a Saturday may be filled with on going social events and family fun where as mine is usually spent wallowing , watching TV series and watching the Sunday to-do list pile up , here came this Saturday which sparked enough inspiration for a blog post.

It started off with mediocre physics tuition (we cant all be natural born geniuses) and from then the day only got better. After about a month of craving Simply Asia and pinning over the movie If I Stay , I managed to round up some friends and convince my parents to let me splurge (not really).


It is no secret that I am too much of an eager beaver when it comes to Romantic movies but even more so when I had read the very book by Gayle Forman. Let’s face it , the movie was filled with your basic clichés , bountiful scenes of cute romance and enough emotion to leave you teary eyed. I desperately want a guy like Adam and want to run my hand through his curly fluffy brunette mess (not a creep I promise). If you’re in the mood for some good entertainment I suggest you watch it , and it will suck more if you’re forever alone.

After the movie I finally had the opportunity to order my simply Asia , and it was awkward when me a first time debit card user ( bow down to me peasants) forgot my pin code and got my friend to pay instead. Before that I met my twitter follower which was also a pleasant surprise and a bit weird.

Now on to the most interesting part , me having plans on a Saturday night , but it’s not like those plans were to go to school or anything (I really did go to school). My friend and I changed into our uniforms in a public bathroom and dashed off to school to guide past pupils at a mini reunion dinner to their seats. Due to my school celebrating 50 years of existence they tend to throw these meaningless events and parade us around.

It was however an interesting experience , the halls were filled with old and young mainly white ladies ( what up apartheid) who either came dressed elegantly , like old men , in the tightest pants imaginable or in barely anything at all. Now when you spend your life at a girls school and being surrounded by old ladies you tend to seek distraction elsewhere . Distraction came in the form of the hot waiter sauntering around in a bowtie.

me: I think he thinks we’re stalking him by now

friend: well aren’t we?

The closest contact was him brushing up against me , casual you know. The last thing to really leave an impression on me was a conversation with one of the ladies I guided ( to the wrong table I might add)

me: so does it feel good to be back?

badass leather jacket wearing lady : Yes , but it also felt good to leave

me: yeah I am looking forward to that

same lady : you should , nostalgia is overrated.

Thus concludes my eventful day , in the end i spent it looking out the rain glazed window and sniffing my free glorious cupcake. ( Rest of Saturday shall be spent watching the new episode of grey’s anatomy)


A time for change and introspection

Thoughts keep floating around in my head , constantly changing at a rapid rate , even I can’t keep up or figure out where they are going. So instead of usually blogging about something silly and often for entertainment purposes , tonight due the constant influx of change and choices into my life , I sat down with a bowl of popcorn , iced coffee and of course a movie for some gold old me time.

Choosing a movie to suit your mood can be a particularly straining task when you have pretty much watched everything worth watching ( a fact of which my mother isn’t too pleased about). It happens to be no secret that I am complete sad sap ready to gobble up some consumer based romantic movie delusions , and so the I went way back to the 80’s and settled on ‘Say anything’ starring John Cusack and some random no one really knows about today. The extent of my knowledge on the movie was all from ‘Easy A’  so basically romantic guy with a boombox outside a girl’s window.

I went in expecting the same clichéd romance and I did get that but also a surprising feeling of relatablity ( is that even a word?) . I didn’t identify with romance because I have about as much experience as 12 year old boy , perhaps even he has more , but rather the whole idea of teen angst and the choices faced as teenagers , the ‘F’ word , THE FUTURE. Before delving into my mess of thoughts but why don’t they make movies like the 80’s anymore? that and i totally have the right hair for that decade.


Change came in the form of leadership and accomplishment. On the best possible note , i actually participated and reigned champion in the something of consequence. Of course with the help of an incredible team , we won a varsity college inter- school general  knowledge quiz and took home R1000 each , as well as a R50000 bursary for someone of our schools choosing. In the grander scheme of thing doesn’t sound very impressive but to me , the person filled with tons of doubt it was completely unexpected and we did manage to land in a random local newspaper where i have a strange smile and my uniform looks discoloured.


Leadership had come due to the fact that the matrics have begun trails and so it must be up the next year of eager to please students, to fill their shoes. I managed to acquire the position of an HR ( basically a figure that reprimands much like a prefect) and a computer monitor , which is self explanatory. Although our school may call us leaders , a friend of mine came up with the concept that we are merely higher ranking soldiers , set out to enforce the rules and regulations for us to follow in unison. A badge or scarf does not a leader make , but rather what they plan on doing with their position for the betterment of others.

Alas school is school and politics , fan favourites begin to play their part , but what can we really do but wait for the time to pass and look forward to something better.


This can be defined as the act of looking within ones self and all it really sounds like is something depressing and deep. Sometimes you just need a break from the outside world and to just think , lately I have been bombarded with the future talk and constantly reminded that numbers printed out on a paper determine the course of my life , such comforting thoughts. The truth is I have no idea what I am going to do ,where I am going or who even cares , at the moment I am still trying to figure out why school exists or when can I drop out or why the clouds aren’t really made from candyfloss. Random and arbitrary thoughts are what I would like to keep constant.

Thus concludes my post of the exaggerated life of a teenager , I am told this the most awkward and confusing stage in my life but yet I cant help but wonder if this is only the very beginning , for now I will look out the window and see the full night sky , with a scarcity of stars and no John Cusack with a boombox professing his love.

My favourite quotes from the movie :

I have this theory of convergence, that good things always happen with bad things. I know you have to deal with them at the same time, but I just don’t know why they have to happen at the same time. I just wish I could work out some schedule.

—  Diane Court: “Say Anything”
I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.

—  Lloyd Dobler from Say Anything

Bitches, man.

—  Say anything