It's A Countdown. Like Beyonce's...But Better!

Thats right, Beyonce : better. So ever since I was fourteen my birthday has been bittersweet for me. My birthday is always near/ during exams so when I countdown to my birthday I'm basically counting down to exams. And now I'm turning 21.

I'm actually excited to turn 21. Twenty has been a tough year. You know; its that awkward year between being a teenager and a full adult. Now that I'm almost at this important milestone in ones life ( not quite sure why though) I find myself reflecting on my two decades here. If I could go back in time and tell the younger me something I would tell little me not to worry so much. And to probably eat more vegetables ( or something like that). I would also tell myself to enjoy being a kid more cause growing up isn't as fun as we thought it would be.

I have lived and seen places that most people only dream of in my seemingly long ( but not actually) life. I've eaten chips with yourhurt, dirt and ants ( they're sour). I've danced in the rain and played in the London snow. I've seen what the world looks like through my fuzzy/blurry vision and I've seen it in high definition with my contact lenses ( amaze's me every time). I've made friends for life and lost friends that I  never thought I would in my life.  I've loved, I've stumbled; I've failed and  I've succeeded. I've cried, and smiled; never broken my bones but I've gotten stitches. I've been short and tall. I've been bald and had long hair. I've had everything and nothing.

But most of all I've laughed. And sometimes all you can really do is laugh. Like when you write a test and everyone comes out laughing cause you all know you just failed. Haha. And through it all I've been blessed.

Graduating from being a kid!

So heres to counting down to exams and my birthday. 9 DAYS...it better be awesome. Or else.
Stay fresh!

Video Games: Nostalgia

This cape town rain is just not agreeing with my hair. I mean lets face it, relaxed black hair and rain don't sit well together. Am I right girls? And guys too I guess ;cause apparently now the in thing is for boys to relax their hair and slick it back with gel. Um, okay. Each to his own I suppose ( kids these days). Anyway, why'd I start my post like that? Oh well.

The other day I had lunch with my girls Siyanda and Lerato; and the three of us went to high school together. And we couldn't help but reminisce on those days long gone by. I mean sometimes I feel so old and I'm only 20. Feels like I've been doing this forever. Like the other day on campus I walked past a lecture theatre that I hadn't been in since first year and that just made me feel old. I mean has it really been 3 years since matric? First year feels like just yesterday.

I remember this one time in matric when our English teacher was late for class so my class, 12 A decided we would go to the matric lawn and wait for the teacher there. And then we were like we should probably leave a note so everyone in the class wrote one letter on the note so that we were all in it together! One goes down we all go down! The note said "  Close your eyes and count to ten" cause we were playing hide and seek with her! hahaha! Pretty sure my english teacher didnt like me though. She always scrutinised me for eatin apples in her class but she would let some guy eat sticky chicken wings without so much as a word. hater.

Another time Siya tried to steal a COPE poster from the side of the road near where they were rallying but this dude started chasing her so she dropped it and ran. In grade 10 the Boks won the rugby world cup and we all got to wear something green to school. Then in first year we made a video on the streets of cape town. This year I started a blog.  I mean who would have imagined?

Life seems to have moved so fast in retrospect but hey I still remember those double science and maths periods like it was just yesterday. Point is that I miss it sometimes, I wont lie. I miss knowing that everyday I was going to my home to sleep in my bed not some dodgy res bed. I even miss being stuck in the morning traffic with my mom on the way to school. It was a simpler time then. Just wanted to take this time out and remember the times.

good times

There you go Siyanda Mad, are you happy now?! LOVE YOU.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Got my hair done a few days ago and the one thing about getting my hair plaited at the salon is that at some point you will have three or more people pulling your hair in what feels like a million different directions! And the "OW!" 's coming from your mouth don't seem to bother them. They just carry on as if they didn't hear you (when i know they did!). It sometimes feels like your that barbie doll they might not have gotten to play with as a child. The things we go through to make ourselves presentable.

And then the random people that come into the salon wanna touch your hair while asking questions about the style and colour. Don't they know about that old saying "You look with your eyes, not with your hands!". But in the end its all worth not having to wake up every morning and think "How in the world am I gonna get a brush through this hair?". Now I don't have to worry bout any form of bed head for a while!




A 'rough ' interpretation of what happened

  

Like A Boy?

Recently one of my moms friends looked at a photo of me when i was younger and said "Oh! Is that your cousin Patrick?" and I said "No!" quite sannoyed" Its me". So what if my hair was really short like a boys, most kids dont even have hair at that age right? maybe im just trying to make myself feel better... I guess I have the last laugh now cause my hair is longer than all those mofos who thought i was a boy...