n vrou wil dit hoor..

Praat sag, vermy harde woorde.
 Bly lief want jy’t haar belowe.
 Wees sterk want sy het jou nodig.
Wees vir haar lig, bly leer om te vergewe.
Bly glo daar’s goed in die lewe.
Bly hoop want sy verwag dit van jou.

 Sy wil raak aan jou hart, sy wil vat aan jou siel.
 Sy wil als met jou deel, sorg dat jy haar nie verniel.
 Sy wil weet wat jou pla, wat’s jou heel diepste vrae.
 Moenie stil bly want ‘n vrou wil dit hoor.
 Sy wil sien hoe jy opstaan vir haar as jy moet.
Sy wil glo sy’s die vuur wat nog steeds in jou woed.
En dan hou jy haar vas, fluister sag in haar oor.
 Maak net seker dat jy haar nooit verloor. Want ‘n vrou wil dit hoor…..

Sien raak waarna sy strewe. En as haar moed haar begewe.
 Wees daar en se vir haar dat sy kan.
Wys haar die groter plan.

 Se meer dit wat haar opbou.
 Se meer dit waarvan sy hou.
 Kyk mooi na haar want sy’s lief vir jou. 

Elke hartklop, elke asem, ‘n Vrou wil dit hoor
. Elke hartklop, elke asem, ‘n Vrou wil dit hoor.
 Sy wil raak aan jou hart. Sy wil vat aan jou siel.
Sy wil als met jou deel, sorg dat jy haar nie verniel.
 Sy wil weet wat jou pla, wat’s jou heel diepste vrae.
 Moenie stil bly want ‘n vrou wil dit hoor.
Sy wil sien hoe jy opstaan vir haar as jy moet.
Sy wil glo sy’s die vuur wat nog steeds in jou woed.
 En dan hou jy haar vas, fluister sag in haar oor. Maak net seker dat jy haar nooit verloor.
 Want ‘n vrou wil dit hoor.

 Bobby Van Jaarsveld

optimistic about it..

i am the last one to stand on a chair and shout  "for fuck sakes just be optimistic, the glass is half full , not empty"..but alas if i was such a strong person i would not have thrown plates , hairdryers or cussed myself out in the mirror.


but just one day out of my life (a rare day, which can be seen distinct with the dodo) i have a halo around anything and everything.
i choose to stand up and smile.
i choose to not feel inadequate at  my job.
i choose to feel skinny.
i choose to feel like me..just for a day. i choose to be an optimist about situations.

it can be a song that triggers it, or my state of mind kicking me in the gut telling me i am perfect the way i am, and to not shy away from the bullshit life hands you. you can choose to handle situations differently everyday, you get to make that choice.
one day you may hate someones guts, the next day you choose to see the strong points of that persons personality.
don't let YOU get you down. i have learned to sometimes shut the voices out in my head, even for a moment, just to breath and collect. and then we can go on bickering over little nothingness's.
i chose today to be optimistic.
i chose to feel like i have the world at my feet, that i can flip you off and get away with it, to ignore office politics, who shared a bed with who and what your small mind dishes up about me daily.
i chose to sing out loud to the radio with my windows rolled down. ...

"    I was left to my own devices
 Many days fell away with nothing to show 
 And the walls kept tumbling down
 In the city that we love 
Great clouds roll over the hills,Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? 
And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like You've been here before? 

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
 How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

 We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
 In your poses the dust settled around us
 And the walls kept tumbling down
 In the city that we love ,Great clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above

 But if you close your eyes,Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? 
And if you close your eyes,Does it almost feel like You've been here before?

 How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
 How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

 Oh where do we begin?
 The rubble or our sins?
 Oh where do we begin?
 The rubble or our sins? 
 And the walls kept tumbling down
 In the city that we love ,Great clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above
 But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? 
And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like You've been here before?

 How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
 How am I gonna be an optimist about this?"

Bastille- pompeii