On a day cold and rainy

two heroes meet for a crazy time.

On a mountaintop they lose their minds

and decide to take the leap.

They fall and fall

Through memories and days together

Until their paths will diverge.

And through a forest

They might find some finches and an rare Great Dane.

Until three years have passed

They stay frozen in place

Scared and Falling and Happy.

Alive they want to be again

To once again be present

in each others' eyes.
Falling free from the frozen depths of fear.

As our hero stares at his heroine,
he might find the way.
A quest to save them both.

He must sail to the Isle of Greetings
To retrieve the hidden code
that will lead him onto dangerous Plains
And cause him many pains.

If he struggles to find the Isle
He might have help from the goddess of Wisdom
Called the Internet (or perhaps his fellow hero might be of aid).

So here he starts the first of his quest
to save his counterpart
from an eternity of shallow glances and endless insecurities
So that they might once again be free.

"'I’ve missed you,' he whispers softly. The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds."

Unbelievable And Utter Exciting Plants

It was a dark stormy sunrise when Mariah found her man. Unfortunately for her, the world had become stricken with a virus that very same day that got hold of her man. And he came to life within a few minutes. Luckily for him, she didn’t know that he was the one that created the virus by means of urinating in his garden.  Thereafter followed a few sexy moments when he stepped into his diabolical hair salon, the wind gushing through his dirty locks, as if he were the lead singer of a boy band that might have just stepped out of a Nigerian concert closet, which had been locked since the ‘90s. He was unaware, however, that an unknown bacterium was sticking to his sexy tights. He marched to the basin, trying to mix a new serum to reduce hair growth.  

As the chemicals on his tights seeped onto the floor, it grew and grew and grew and grew. He didn’t notice. Letting a droplet of his new serum spill to the floor and into the juices of germ. An explosion.

But for Mariah, living her ignorant suburban life void of newspapers and with a perchance broken TV, the thought of a world ending pathogen clinging to the one she thought she loved, was worlds away.

When he came back from his infamous salon, full of soot and under the weather he did not say a word before passing out into what she was sure was a drunken stupor.

Later that night as Mariah lay tossing about in her faux vogue four poster bed with its garish emerald green and royal purple she realised something was amiss. But being the a simpleton she could not lay her finger on it and drifted away to a sleep filled with dreams of cream coated,chocolate dipped chihuahuas and mango ice cream with gold filigree.

BOOM.

Tips on How To Design The Perfect Event

A very grand event in my family is being held at the end of the month and since I'm not that part of it, i didn't get a say in things like the designs for invites, themes and things like that, although i really like doing those types of things. So i thought I should help others not make the same mistakes as my family member. Some tips on how to rock at design:

1. Stick to one font. Looking at an invite with Gigi, Times New Roman, Courier New, Earwig Factory, Elephant and Comic Sans is horrific. Find one you like and use sizes and boldness to bring out the more important things, although varying sizes are still edging on being gross.

2. Choose one theme. You can't have a Greek, black and red velvet, white lace, red rose, and blingy wedding. Unless you want to be put on someones hit list. One theme keeps it simple, elegant.

3. Now, wearing white. If this isn't your first wedding, please don't wear white. It's really insulting. We wear whites because we are virgins. If you have three kids, don't wear white (unless of course you can prove to me that they were brought to you by a flying hippo wearing ballet shoes and a Jack Parow hat). Also, don't let anyone else wear white unless you want every single person there to wear white.

4. Dancing into a chapel is fine if you and all your guests are open to it, and still kind of young. Dancing in if you are 50 and forcing your teenage, socially-awkward children to do it is really bad. And if you still want to do that, then don't do these gangster, Rihanna-wannabe type of moves. That is so 2008. Keep it simple and easy to do.

5. If you don't have money, don't pretend that you do.

6. Choose at the most three colours that you do things in and keep them all-over. Having too many colours is okay if they at least go together, but that is a risk that most people shouldn't take.

7. Make sure you give out the invites when they are exactly right. Don't change details later. It's confusing.

8. Make sure the spacing between letters is equal. As well as lines.

Anyway, if you know you are useless at this stuff, get someone else to do it. Please. For the sake of humanity and, more importantly, designers.

SA Horrorfest: Strigoi-Pre Halloween Movie

Haha Odette does so many posts this one cam almost be seen as a guest post but here goes:

On this past stormy, chilly, blustery (loving this weather btw) Odette and myself ventured into the depths of Johannesburg to join up with Stephan and Wemmel for the South African Horrorfest (http://www.horrorfest.info/) hosted at the wonderfully independant The Bioscope (www.thebioscope.co.za).

Stephan and Wemmel was there the previous night for the screening of Frankenstein, which apparently did not impress them too much (kids these days, so spoiled with all the CGI and stuff, smh).

We decided to remain ignorant about what film we are in for until the Title was on screen and therefore had no idea with regards to plot and reviews.

(Lol the guy sitting next to me in the library just made a chicken like noise??) 

Strigoi turned out to be a refreshing approach to the vampire horror genre and thankfully does not lend itself to the cliches of our current mainstream Vampire spectacle.
It fittingly plays out in rural Romania and is filled with the quaint characters  and personalities that is to be expected from Eastern European countries.
In Romanian mythology, strigoi (English: poltergeist) are the troubled souls of the dead rising from the grave. Some strigoi can be living people with certain magical properties
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strigoi)

This post does not make itself out to be a filmreview so I'll skip further thoughts on the movie although I highly recommend it for lovers of the genre and those searching for a fresh take on an old myth.
Check it out: www.strigoimovie.com

Afterwards we spent a while reminiscing and catching up at neighbouring Chalkboard cafe and I enjoyed a great Buzzard Brew Craft beer that really has a beautiful label. 

Why is it so extremely tiring doing a blogpost from my iPad and impossible to upload photos?

Anyway
May the odd be ever in your favour (just joking), but really

Marthinus

Impromptu Poem For Marthinus

The sky
The sun
The boy
The burn
The Turn
The heart
The them
The Him
The me
The sound
The air
Te ground
The cute
The mute
The silence
&& the picture.

Diner a Minuit

A few weeks ago, we did a Midnight Dinner, inspired by The Night Circus - one of the best books ever. We had everyone dress in black and white with something red - although I must admit that I used a lot of red. Everyone came dressed, although we had mime make-up waiting and it was disappointed to be unused.

We let people come in at about ten, take a Sour Monkey shot, light a candle and put it in the Wishing Tree. They received a badge each, created by my mother and Lizanne's mother. Afterwards, I let them go into the garage, where the party was going to be held. Our neighbours are a bit on the Boksburg side of life and we didn't want the woman yelling at her children, spoiling our evening. I let them, also, choose one of 9 playing cards, each with a separate number on. I had them in suspense, asking, ''Are you sure you're ready?'' and then let them in eventually, Jasper having to stand alone for 20 minutes.

The garage was decorated by Lizanne and Lara, my two not-so-blond bombshells, who stood on the table sticking streamers to the roof while I delegated. Afterwards, we found a formal way to set the table, and I had made little circus tents and wonderful black candles - which smelled of candy - to be the centrepiece. We used black tablecloths, white plates, black and white streamers and tied red ribbons around the chairs and the doorhandles.The straws were also decorated with assorted moustaches, clown noses and pouting lips.

Table-placements were usually very boring, because usually one would want to sit next to everyone. So at first, the playing cards they had to choose was the decision-maker on that one. Their place mats, which we had also drew a few days in advance, also had names on. These were the second placements. The third placement was the most fun, Each place had a bottle, tiny with a cork in, that had a picture on it. Each picture was a symbol for a specific person. They had to find their symbol, and then that was the last of the seating arrangements. Inside the bottle, there was another reference to the book, a.k.a. the tent that had been small but full of little bottles. When you opened it, you would be swept away by the scent inside and it would transport you to another place or memory. The best being, everyone experienced a smell differently. Mine had been labelled Rainy Day, and smelled of pancakes. Marthinus's smelled of vanilla and was labelled Ouma se Kombuis. Everyone loved it, and loved that it was personal, for example, Michiel's reminded him of his time in India.

Before dinner was served, Marthinus was forced to do a speech, a punishment for skipping on his church duties. The speech was one of the funniest things that Lara and I had ever composed, and we were proud as he even did all the moves that Lara had made go with the words - although he did them quite awkwardly.

We tried to find black and white foods to add to the mystery. As an apetizer, we had bought sushi from a local sushi bar where we had also held a surprise party for Cindy in the fifth grade.  Unfortunately, we couldn't find any black pasta for dinner (which we later learnt could only be pre-ordered at certain shops, much to all Marthinus's efforts' spite). So we ate white pasta, with any black, white or red - olives, tomatoes etc. We also decided that everyone had to fill their own plates, as we had some very picky guests - one vegetarian and two boys who didn't eat tomatoes. This worked out quite well. For dessert, we had home-made Oreo ice cream. We also baked a rainbow cake that was the grande finale, if one could call it that. We covered it in white cream, which created a great surprise when we cut out the first piece.

The night was memorable, and now we can start thinking of other ideas for a December Dinner!

-Odette

Second Mensiversary

 For our second mensiversary, Marthinus took me out to eat lunch at The Honey Badger, where we ate a cheese platter and drank a big glass of wine each. The restaurant was quaint and very sweet, hiding in a busy Pretorian street. Afterwards, we went to the park across the street and created a Geocache, www.geocaching.com, which was stolen by hobos. Yes, stolen by hobos.

Two days later, on our three-months-holding-hands-day, it was my turn to spoil Marthinus. I sat him down on the grass, gave him a punch - the type that makes holes in paper, not the ouch type - and we started writing a story. Absurd story. And it was about a family on holiday, or something like that. Everyone dies in the end, or so one might suppose. The object of the game was to write one sentence on one paper, then make origami with each piece of paper and hang them around campus with yellow string. There was also one of them, folded into a scroll, and given to an Einstein-type who was walking around admiring the plants as if he was just visiting the planet. With big curly grey hair. We also tied one to a bicycle, and hoped that the owner might appreciate it. The rest we hung on trees, signs, chairs, etc.