You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air And leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

owl city- fireflies

shut up woman get on my horse.

one of my dear friends played this song to me the morning after a very interesting, late night.
i had a laugh and it's now my new "go by". you know. your go by? upon watching this clip i fell of my chair. the horse being portrayed as a hillbilly. the children's play lemonade and then of course the dancing "lappop".
pppffffft please. next time you see me. be sure im going to yell at you too get on my horse..whoooooo that's dirty.
mission accomplished. Top gun would be so proud.

http://www.keithandthegirl.com/forums/f6/look-my-horse-my-horse-amazing-14111/


look at my horse
my horse is amazing
give it a lick
mmm - it tastes just like raisins

have a stroke of its mane
it turns into a plane
and then it turns back again
when you tug on its winkie

eww that's dirty
do you think so?
Well I better not show you where
the lemonade is made

sweet lemonade
mmm - sweet lemonade
sweet lemonade
yeah sweet lemonade

get on my horse
I'll take you around the universe
and all the other places too

I think you'll find that the universe
pretty much covers everything

Shut up woman get on my horse!

dont ever leave the back door open.

when i saw this. i actually did start crying.

if it burns add mayonaisse

The past few weeks it has been the looney van zyl's. with my dad executing a camping mission in the kitchen. my sister almost throwing someone with a patty,i standing stark naked while a electrician casually strolled in ,standing there looking like something out of " the hills have eyes" and my mother's ongoing migraine.

The tempers are like an unlikely scene from star wars. i WILL lightzaber you if you come near my glass of coca-cola.

this is rock bottom.

with the KFC counter man making the lethal mistake of giving my very calm controlled sister a superveryhotchillylittlefuckerofaburger, and after she asked him to just change it please he proceeded to go around the corner and just plant a jar of mayonnaise on this very hot little creation. i laughed from blaauwberg almost wetting myself 5 times( i think the 4rt attempt was liable) where she imitated various characters.

sister:"Hello?yes can i speak to the big stupid man with the hat?" ( the lioness slowly moving in)

behind counter:" eeeeeehmmm"..( the pray unsuspecting wafting in the wind)

sister:"yes,hello little red box man. now open your mouth and eat a littlesuperveryhotchillyfuckerofaburger..( lioness positioning to pounce)

behind counter:" hokey.(pray hears something in the grass but alas , it is too late)

now does it burn?

Behind the counter:" hybo jho jho jho..(the lioness has pounced.satisfaction.)

YES. I KNOW. now just add mayonnaise..

In the words of a dimwitted Nietzsche - quoting psychopathic OTTO:

":ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLE."



this was after we literally scraped together 10C's and 20C's for something to eat. i have never heard a little delicate flower(my sister) speak like that. i forgot how intelligibly she can use swearwords. I must be rubbing off. Harold said.
i do no recommend the big bay new development KFC. EVERYTHING else is like a life size playground for big people.



and you do not know the luxury of Television until you have lost it. and your father has to go on the roof with his little legs ( praise God the ladder was stable) to play "where does this wire go? " to get our DSTV back..Crime channel, how i have missed you and your priest stabbing nuns with letter knives.

( note too self. after googling KFC chicken , i will no longer be eating any kind of meat.)

2009 Graduate.- Never a dull moment.

I never ever received a trophy or was recognized at school for anything, i was the little girl eating her sandwiches in the bathroom. and when high school came i was a trained little shit in order to protect myself from people. Upon leaving school it was a given that i was thrilled to not be part of the cluster of feeding maggots anymore.So on the 14 Th of February we had our Graduation at college, feeling rather emotional from the moment i walked into the sea point hall. This was my life for the last four years , where i got to meet extra ordinary performers, people, teachers and children. miss Candice Holder for her patience and pep talks through hard ballet classes and mister Jeremy quickfall whom i would jump off a bridge for, if it wasn't for this man i would never have sung. He believed in me and he is one of the closest people too my heart. so when he asked me to sing at prize giving i really thought nothing off it, walking around laughing whenever the word "trophy" or "certificate" was mentioned. frankly i was happy i passed Musical theatre and that i can get on stage and sing.

sitting there i ran through all the memories in my head. first year. second. third and fourth. i fell in love with this college. i felt i belonged,i had a home.i wanted to get up early morning and brace traffic to dance the whole day away and have a few laughs with good friends.The shows. the fights. and the everyday skinner- who's pregnant now and who's on tik?the choral classes. being on the edge everyday.The hang overs after too many pink panties,cane and cream soda specials.These were the best years of my life. i met my friends for life,true friends who aren't afraid to show you who they are, there insides or tears. How we got one another and understood with even a glance .i learned some valuable life lessons and also how to be positive and deal with highly strung parents...and also how to fall in the correct manner so that i can have a bruise for 2 weeks or a chipped hipbone... The take five will be missed.mister Q's couch will be filled with new faces and I'm sure it's going to be very quiet without us.

"The Alviva Pelham singing trophy goes to natisha van zyl" .
Thank you to each and every one of you who made this journey so special. for being part of my life and passion.and congratulations on Quent-something- 5 A's and trophy's, for associate diploma's , the spirit thropy for your outstanding witt and humour and High advance 2 ballet results. no matter where the road may takes us,i hope we all meet again and make some new memories.

" There's a place for us. somewhere a place for us"




How many roads must a man walk down,
before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove fly,
before she sleeps in the sand?
And how many times must a cannon ball fly,
before they're forever banned?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist,
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist,
before they're allowed to be free?
And how many times can a man turn his head,
and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

How many times must a man look up,
before he sees the sky?
And how many ears must one man have,
before he can hear people cry ?
And how many deaths will it take till we know,
that too many people have died?

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
the answer is blowing in the wind.



bob dylan- blowin in the wind.

a white very uncomfortable tile floor.

I found an old friend today on facebook,i was delighted . he was part of my childhood,you can almost say him and his whole family was my childhood. I was so in love with this boy , it was ridiculous.so i am glad to be sharing my life with him again, this is if he accepts my friend request. pfffft technology , i then climbed through a broken car window,ja tannie , ek kan boom klim hoor, and slept on our tile floor,because there was no room available with a bed this morning( and that's how my day started I'll have you know) but quite interesting if i may add. but then again i am not a boring little bleak soul.

my cat decided to climb into the roof and have a little party there with the rattax and spider webs, this concluding in my mother having a little hissy fit and trying to get him out for over an hour. God knows why.i silently sat laughing. our living space -once upon a time filled with a full couch set , television cupboard and of course television - is now filled completely with rubble. sleeping without a roof for the last few days? priceless.

if anyone ever asks you whether to build or buy a new house? use your brain.stop. think what your doing and back away from that thought RIGHT NOW. period.it ends in copious amounts of coffee,wine and bottles of water for the hangover.but also somehow i cant help but think this represents a new beginning.a new living space ,with new memories.so it's not all bad.if you can stick out the bashing from early morning and the dust cloud you once called a duvet,then you'll make it. in through the nose,,out through the mouth

Yeah but nobody searches

Nobody cares somehow

When the loving that you've wasted

Comes raining from a hapless cloud

And I might stop and look upon your face

Disappears in the sweet, sweet gaze

See the living that surrounds me

Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can't you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, we slow hands

Put the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance

I watched the pole dance of the stars

We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless From the distance of passing cars

But I am married to your charms and grace

I just go crazy like the good old days

You makes me want to pick up a guitar

And celebrate the myriad of ways that I love you

Can you see what you've done to my heart, and soul?

This is a wasteland now

We spies, yeah we slow hands

You put the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

Killer for hire, you know not yourself

We spies, we slow hands

You out the weights all around yourself

We spies, oh yeah we slow hands

We retire like nobody else

We spies, intimate slow hands

Killer for hire you know not yourself

We spies, intimate slow hands

You let the face slap around the self

Interpol- slow hands.

radiohead. nuff said.

Fake Plastic Trees

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

All the time...
All the time...

when we were young..

valentines smalentines. that's what i have to say about this money making brain washing scam..i can loose my point by ranting and raving but this will do no one any good and will just send me into a downward spiral into the Divine evil pit of the "exorcism of Emily Rose" style swearing.


As much as i hate this day , it is to be predicted that my heart has been broken one too many times. but in the greater aspect of things, life and all that- you see love everyday. when you watch your grandfather speaking about your grandmother, you see it there.when you play with your dog on the grass.it's there.

( they always say if you put your mother /wife and your dog in the boot of your car and leave both there for over an hour, see who's happy to see you when you open it) being young-there is love for your friends, for what you are passionate about.at this stage in your life you even still love yourself.between a father and his daughter. a best friend with her white smile and ever British accent whenever necessary, that you miss dearly. a lover throwing a glass teacup at her significant other. for your sister.

yes,okay,love is all around- if i continue i may puke- but instead of feeling the Los of valentines day. embrace it-do something out of the ordinary, for yourself ...eat some oysters,have a laugh with some old friends.listen too your mother's stories about "when they were young".

and if you still feel shitty, go have a drink or five. boschendal blanc de noir always fills up the spot, with a side order of libido and potency shots,putt the killers on full volume , and dance your heart out.
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young

Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go

We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young

And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young

They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes

He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(talks like a gentleman)
(like you imagined)
When you were young

I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
the killers- when you were young.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

Laughter, joy and happiness is healthy for you. They say laughter is the best medicine. It can cure illness and extends life. A good laugh boosts the immune system, relieves depression and stress, relaxes all the body's muscles, is good exercise for the heart and helps prevent heart attacks, it cleanses the lungs, and provides an overall sense of well being.

We don't need to wait for someone else to bring us happiness - happiness is a choice we can make at any time we want. You can choose to look on the good side of things and take life more lightly, or you can choose to think gloomy and sad. It's up to you. Life is the movie you see through your own eyes - it's up to you.

One of the most responsible things you can do as an adult is to become more of a child.~ Dr Wayne W Dyer ~

You won't realize the distance you've walked until you take a look around and realize how far you've been.”

You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it. Period.

Love is like a war:Easy to begin Hard to end!

The journey is the reward

May those who love us, love us. And those who hate us, may God turn their hearts. And if he doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles so we'll know them by their limping.

A fool dreams of wealth; a wise man, of happiness.

May your every wish be granted

Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

God's candy gift.

i cannot live without my little medication party packet, and if you take away valoids from me , you might as well put me in a straight jacket. (been there,tried that and got the tea shirt) they should have" National world valoid day". so guess what I'm going to be smuggling into Turkey...(walking non-chalante whistling ,with hands behind back) say my name bitch.

this could be love

I've got a book of matches ,
I've got a can of kerosene ,
I've got some bad ideas, involving you and me
i don't blame you for walking away
i touch myself at thoughts of flames
i shat the bead and layed there in it thinking of you, wide awake for days -wide awake for days and i found you tongue tied my twisted little brain
you couldn't crack a smile ,i didn't catch your name
i don't blame you for walking away
id do the same if i saw Me ,i swear its not contagious four short steps we can erase this
step one, slit my throat
step two, play in my blood
step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing
out of the house
step four, stop at lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
you took me hostage and made your demands
i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one
one by one
I'm like a broken record ,
I've got a needle scratching me
it injects the poison of alcohol IV
i don't blame you for walking away
id do the same if i saw me
i swear its not contagious
i swear to god its not contagious
step one, slit my throat
step two, play in my blood
step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
step four, stop at Berkley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
you took me hostage and made your demands
i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
one by one
this could be love(love for fire)
this could be love(love for fire)
this could be love for fire, for ever more

Alkaline Trio- this could be love