Fuse ODG ft. Wyclef - Antenna

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6LCoksSQMzs

'...she wants to chop my P, do i look like square?...'

T.I.N.A

This Is New Africa... How can you not like Fuse?!! just look at how cool the 'antenna' is...

#jaaaaaammmmmm!!!!

Happiness

something i borrowed from my facebook timeline

by Vitumbiko Dee M. Oswell (Notes) on Friday, 25 May 2012 at 19:59

we convince ourselves that life will be better once we are married,have a baby, then another. Then we get frustrated because our children are not old enough and that all will be well when they are older. Then we are frustrated because they reach adolescence and we must deal with them. Surely we will be happier when they grow out of their teen years.We tell ourselves our life will be better when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we have a nicer car, when we can take a vacation, when we retire finally.The truth is there is no better time to be happy than right now. If not, then when?your life will always be full of challenges. It is better to admit as much n decide to be happy inspite of it all. There is no road to happiness, happiness IS the road.Enjoy every moment. Stop waiting for school to end, for a return to school, to lose ten kilos,to gain ten kilos,for work to begin,to get married,for friday evening, for sunday morning, waiting for a new car,for the first or fifteen of the month, for spring,for summer,for winter, for fall, for your song to be played on the radio, to die.....before deciding to be HAPPY!!!

My Fav Pic....

I decided i wanted to post some of my very favourite pictures...it's probably gonna work out as a weekend series...no such thing as taking one too many pics.

This is by far the most priceless pic i have...my very favourite. The very last pic i took wif both my parents, december 2012, at the farm that is now home. MYSRIEP daddy, miss you sooo very much.

Here are lyrics of my one of my favourite songs, by Elvis Blue, winner of South African idols 2010. Find at the the bottom a link if you wanna give it a listen.

The Things My Father Said

The things my father said would make me a better man
Hard work and the love of friends, a woman that understands
I hope my father knows the seeds we've sown still grow
At night I go to sleep and pray he is watching over me

Somewhere there's a star that's shining

So bright that I can see you smile

And all that I need is one last chance

Just to hear you say goodbye


Sometimes I remember when you taught me to tie my shoes

One thing I will never forget is the day that I lost you

I hope you always know the car that we built will always roll


Somewhere there's a star that's shining

So bright that I can see you smile

And all that I need is one last chance

Just to hear you say goodbye


And if you have a dream you better hang on for dear life

And when that cold wind blows just let it pass you by

Yeah, things my father said

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Somewhere there's a star that's shining

So bright that I can see you smile

And all that I need is one last chance

Just to hear you, you say goodbye, goodbye

Just to hear you say goodbye

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rssE9FZ-uL4 

Rambling from December '12

12-12-12 is the date today.  Apparently, there’s supposed to be something special about it, what with all those 1s and 2s. If you ask me, the only special thing about it is that I am awake, alive and breathing to see a new dawn, thank you GOD. Sitting at this desk, looking out through the glass door, I notice how our thoughts are influenced by what we see. A man crossing the road, with a baby strapped across his chest; a sick wife perhaps, or just a hands-on dad. I wonder, if I ever do get married, what type of a father my husband will be. Hopefully, he’ll be one who’ll want to play with the kids in the backyard and spend as much time with them as I will.

A young woman walks by, yawning like she’s determined to swallow a fly; how unlady-like. What tells a cultured woman apart from one who isn’t? Is it the way she dresses? The way she walks perhaps? Better yet, could it be the way she carries herself and what she portrays to the world? If you asked me, I’d say it’s a combination of all the above and more. It is not enough to dress appropriately, or walk with an acceptable or elegant gait, one has to live, act and be the part. How you behave when you think no one else is looking is also just as important, after all it is then that your true character shines through. 

A young man walks by, pants hanging low, shirt a few sizes too large and shoes different shades of white. I wonder what makes him tick, what drives him, what image he hopes to portray. Is it choice or circumstance?

It’s raining, raining hard. Been looking forward to such weather, even though I hoped it would get like this over a weekend, when I didn’t need to be at work.

I was hoping to write something deep, that will get me thinking when I read through it later but apparently not, my mind refuses to focus and is dancing all over the place, urging me to just type whatever.

A woman walks by, silver lines were her eyebrows used to be. What is that? Why would you do that? On which planet does that count as ‘beautifying’ yourself?  Orange face (aka bleached face)? What’s the point if the rest of your body is as dark as they come? Not like someone’s only ever going to be looking at your face.  To think even men do that to themselves these days is just such a shame.

Am I a tad bit critical? Maybe. But so is everyone else who has opinions about as many things as I do. One can’t just accept certain things as standards simply because everyone else is doing it or considers it ‘normal’, after all normal is relative. I know I don’t, conforming to standards is not for me.

The feeling you get when you read the last word of the last page of a book, and you have to close the book. Hoping you could read more?  Wishing you hadn’t read it as fast? Or maybe wishing you had read it a little faster.  I find that feeling relates to a lot more practical things. Relationships are one; say friends, family, love interests. I suppose it also applies to phases or time periods. Times you wish you could go back to and re-live, or times you’d rather erase, shove to a dark corner at the back of you brain.

If you could see me now, I wonder if you’d be proud. If you could tell me one more time respect is earned, that humility before hard work gets you places and that most importantly the fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom.  I cut my hair, finally. After all the times you tried talking me into it, I finally did it; on my own. Reckon you’d have gone on and on about how alike we look. I know you wouldn’t have been too happy with last year’s grades, but I made it to fourth year. I made it to that final year with a clean slate. We had so many plans; graduation, post grad, n thereafter. I die a thousand deaths every time I think about it; it’s the one gift I so badly wanted to give you. To see the pride on your face, it would have meant the world to me. I still look for your face, in my dreams. Smiling, laughing, seated at the kitchen table having that conversation we had one too many times.

Sometimes, in the heat of everything else, I get excited about the future. I am so excited for what I hope this year will bring and where it will lead me. What I’ll see, where I’ll go, who I’ll meet.  And then in the heart of the excitement, am reminded so many things may go wrong.

Somewhere over the rainbow, what a beautiful song! Gets me all the time. First you think it’s the broken heart, but what’s going to kill you is the second part.

Hey, my name is Dee, am very indecisive (psych).  I used to know exactly what I wanted and when, now I just know what I don’t want, rarely what I want. I get bored quite easily, with things and sometimes people, which is not something am very proud of. I change my hair every other week, something about re-inventing yourself. I always thought or wanted to get married when I was 27; that’s only four years from now. I haven’t met anyone I think I’d like to spend the rest of my life with; the one I thought I would be with for the longest time didn’t stay as long as I hoped. I want to have a girl someday, call her Oswellah, which would be cute. She would have big beautiful eyes, or maybe not, but still beautiful. I don’t know yet what I would like to call him if I had a boy. I always thought I’d want three kids, but now I think 2 will be just fine; granted am blessed enough to have a boy and girl. The thought of child birth however knocks the day lights out of me; yes, it terrifies me that much. The thought of all that pain, and fear of the unknown I suppose, just gives me the creeps. But I keep telling myself I’ll make a sexy pregnant girl (lol), yes, I’ll be that baby mama to be with the hundred and one short dresses.

What’s my type of guy? Hmm, honestly I don’t know. I always thought tall, dark and handsome was my type, but I am yet to date someone who fits that criteria. I want an independent guy, not necessarily financially right now, but someone who intends to be soon enough. I want ambition, drive and cultured persona. I want a decisive guy, no point in both of us being indecisive. I want him to know Christ, take me as I am and make me want to be a better person. I want him firm, but not harsh; attentive but not needy; protective but not possessive.

I am impatient, best believe I have tried countless times to work on it, but patience just seems to elude me.

‘The days I can’t see your eyes, I don’t even want to open mine, Chester See is brilliant.

 

 

Memorial Post- 07/02/13

IT WAS FEBRUARY 7^TH, JUST OVER A YEAR AGO, WHEN THE LORD CALLED YOU BACK HOME, FOR AS CHRISTIANS, WE ARE JUST BUT VISITORS PASSING THROUGH THIS WORLD. You never said “good bye” You were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why. Because the day God gave his angels the command to bring back home his son, your days on earth were over and we felt left alone. Tears fell like RAIN; hearts were broken in two.WE STILL LOOK FOR YOUR FACE IN THE CLOUDS, WONDERING IF YOU COULD SEE US NOW, WOULD YOU BE PROUD. WE LOST A DAD, BUT SOMEONE LOST A HUSBAND, A SON, A BROTHER, A GRAND DAD, A FRIEND; WE’RE ALL MISSING OUT.

 You never said “I’m leaving”   Up to now, we cannot find words to justify how much we miss you, we miss been daddy’s girls and boys and the warm love that we shared. You protected us and never even for once let us doubt how much you cared. You were our HERO dad; you filled our hearts with great pride. We thought Heroes lived for ever until the day that you answered the lord’s call.

WE DO EVERYTHING TO FIND ANSWERS, WE’VE ASKED COUNTLESS QUESTIONS BUT GOD’S TIME IS BEST AND HE ALONE HAS ANSWERS. THE LAST YEAR HAS NOT BEEN THE EASIEST FOR ANY OF US, MORE ESPECIALLY FOR OUR MOM, BUT GOD HAS LED US THROUGH IT ALL WITH THE ATMOST GRACE AND USING THOSE VERY VALUES THAT OUR DAD INSTILLED IN US, HE HAS STRENGTHENED US AND BROUGHT US EVEN CLOSER TOGETHER.

 There are no words to tell you just what we feel inside. The shock, the hurt, the anger might gradually subside. A million times we need you, a million times we cry. If love could have saved you, you never would have died. In life we loved you dearly, in death we love you still, in our hearts you hold a place that no one could ever fill.

It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone, for part of us went with you the day God took you home. Things will never be the same and although it hurts so badly, we will smile whenever we hear your name and be proud you were our dad.

WHEN HE DIED, OUR DAD WAS 58YEARS AND HAD LIVED A WORTH WHILE LIFE. TO US, HE WAS THE VERY EXAMPLE OF HUMILITY, HARDWORK, LOVE, PERSEVERANCE AND GENEROUSITY. HE ALWAYS PUSHED US IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, REBUKED US WHEN WE NEEDED IT AND REVEALED TO US WISDOM HE HAD GAINED OVER THE YEARS. HE WAS A MENTOR, A FRIEND, AND A CONFIDANT BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE WAS A GREAT FATHER. HE MADE TIME, EVEN WHEN HIS WORK DEMANDED HIS ATTENTION THE MOST, TO CHAT WITH US, ENCOURAGE US AND GIVE US ADVICE AND JUST BE THERE FOR US.

We love you always and until God joins us together, you will forever live in our hearts.

Bayport end of year party

December 2012, My sister, Tiwonge, in all black, our friend Martha in blue and me in black and white..good times.

and that's my brother with them here

 

clearly 'shopping' in my mother's closet pays :P

.....randoms

when i decided i wanted to start a blog, it was a spur of the moment kinda thing. i didn;t really know what i was gonna write about, or post; i still don't..so i choose to just freestyle before i actually tell my friends and fam about it.. May 14th, 4 days to my dad's birthday. He'd be 59 then...one year gone, miss you daddy! it's a wet day in PE..brrrrrrr. I dnt fancy winter anymore, winter clothes are heavy and not to my liking...am never ever totally happy wif what i wear..