Ramfest 2010.

Ramfest R350
Booze for the weekend +- R1000
Food +- R500
working in the sun from 08:00 till 21:oo at night. PRICELESS.

so as it worked out i went to Ramfest at the last minute.pleasantly surprised with an extra passenger that we bullied into the car, basically packed for her and gave her no choice. we were in this together, besides how hard would we have to work? oh how ignorance is bliss.

we arrived on Thursday. the comedy take out was our first night. with a buckle for a braai,butternut in the fire , " i have never" and anneke pouring us unholy shit vodka , beyond excited. and the drinking commenced while working out shifts, our team captain, Daniel was so

nice as to be the organized one. little did we know that these shifts would be changed to 13 hours later.
the first day was absolute chaos, with the sun making us her bitch and our feet and legs not working together after the tenth hour. and i lost my voice from all the screaming " twee Ann-kind" random shouting out of numbers became our communication way with a hanging cigarette from the corner of mouth-vibe.

but after our shift ended we headed up too the tent and started the party before Fokof took the stage at 00:00. i cried. i always cry with skynheilig, something about the lights,,being underneath the stars and the feeling of just complete brilliance. the night somewhat ended at about half past four in the morning with me , anneke,Daniel and buckle braking down tree's and making a fire. Because we just wanted too. sitting on the grovel talking about Hitler and Marie-Antoinette..

the next morning my alarm went off at 08:30 and buckle was suppose to be reporting for duty at 08:00. he was still sleeping quite soundly. a very "one-syllable" character in the morning that one. and one i got to know very well over the weekend..terrorising cars together and dancing to the Heuwels. i was excited to see Rudi again.a boy which i have grown very fond over, and he dominated the swimming pool with his SPF nose and beer in hand.shouting obscenities and laughing like just mister cronje can.


Once again we headed off to work a 13:oo minus one comrade, she had fallen to the flu and went home. siestog. the day was very interesting with us receiving a bomb threat( i still don't kn ow if they just picked on my gullible demure) four tents burned down and i think i consumed about 120 red bulls. but from 19:oo up until 00:00 my favourite bands were playing back to back starting with Taxi violence.i ended up loosing everyone because of the immense mass of people, so i retired to the tent.

Sunday was homeward bound but not before i laughed until my cheeks were hurting. blue-jol (blue tooth)and jol-toothe still makes me giggle randomly in a supermarket line.

the Naff- naff made a comeback. i got to meet amazing people with no skaam,i got to know some people better .i really felt at home with these guys. and fell in love with everyone of them.

here's to Ramfets 2011. All hail Mary. and if i ask you for your ticket , don't look at me like I'm asking you too undress i nay have already been working for 11hours and i might be unpredictable. just hand over the bloody thing.

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.