Speech Extract - Jade & Vince


But most of important, I wondered how God sees you today. This is what He gave me to tell you.
When I created the heavens and the earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you.
Man was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects his heart and his lungs and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you. I modelled you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life. The rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.
Support the man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside him and be held close to his side.
You are My perfect angel. You are My beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and My eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes – don’t change them. Your lips – how lovely when they part in prayer. Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle in touch. I’ve caressed your face in your deepest sleep; I’ve held your heart close to mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, you are the most like Me. Adam walked with Me in the cool of the day and yet he was lonely. He could not see Me or touch Me. He could only feel Me.
So everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with Me,
I fashioned in you: My holiness, My strength, My purity, My love, My protection and support. You are special because you are the extension of Me.
Man represents My image, woman My emotions. Together you represent the totality of God. So man – treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile. In hurting her, you hurt Me. What you do to her, you do to Me. In crushing her, you only damage your own heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart of her Father.
Woman, support man. In humility, show him the power of emotion I have given you. In gentle quietness show your strength. In love, show him that you are the rib that protects his inner self.
Remember that I love you and will never forsake you.
-Extract from my speech to Jade and Vince

Stars in the Skies hold my Dreams


Where did the dream go?


I'm sitting in my room, staring at the screen although I might as well be staring at nothing. The colours have begun blurring and blending into each other, and all that remains is just a gray screen and the slight buzz from the computer. All that is here is reality.

I'm lost.

I've sunk into a version of what society wants, and not what I want anymore. The concepts are not computing. Why is the need to be logical so important? I want to dream again. It is my birth right, my natural ability to see what I want and make it a reality. How long since I've done that? I'm looking up. I see the stars. I remember the dreams that I once had, they have shrunk. I reach to them, how did they make me happy? Why did I forget them? Its taken long.

I'm waiting.

How long do I have to wait? My dreams were so huge, and they seem to be contracting the longer I wait. Is that insecurity that is bringing my dreams closer to me?

I want to reach the moon and stars with my dreams, I want to keep looking upwards. I want the sparkle in my eye to keep glistening as I send new dreams to the stars above.

I'm hoping.

I know things are looking up because my Heavenly Father, the Lord that I love with all my heart is looking out for me and my dreams. He has caught every single dream of mine, hung it on a star for me to see everyday.

I'm reminded.

There are my dreams, in the wide sky for me to see. God placed them there, and put the road beneath my feet. For it is not the destination, but the journey itself. I'm walking towards them, sometimes I trip and stumble. But I know that God has placed angels around me to pick me up. Sometimes I hurt when I fall, and sweet tears slide down my cheeks. But the tears will dry, and scars will heal. I will stand up and walk again. How could I not when God is holding my dreams, waiting for me to come and claim them.

I'm flying now.

I've left the cool ground, my arms outstretched ready to grab those dreams and make them a reality. I can feel the warmth of God's smile, it begins in my heart and spreads through out my body. With the strength of the Holy one, I'm able to soar. Time seems limitless, infinity to reach that star. The star with my name on it.

You cannot hold me back. This world is just a place where my body remains, but my mind and spirit are in the heavens, gently reaching out with a set determination on my face coupled with a smile and a twinkle in my eye.

I can see the dream again.


The Carnival of Corruption

Popcorn Cavities


I'm sitting at work, and seriously considering joining a circus where I get to give naughty children sweets and treats that will make them hyper, but that isn't my problem. Parents, you get to sort them out. I've had to run around after children this week, and the taste in my mouth after the experience is not so sweet anymore. Its the aftermath of a sweet tooth, and now I need to see a Dentist. 

However, talking about sweet things - I am seeing my boyfriend tonight and I simply cannot wait. Last weekend he was in Tzaneen for work, and to see his mom and brother. And then on Monday morning he flew to Cape Town. He arrived back on Wednesday evening. We are currently having a BBM conversation in Afrikaans, which I'm not so skilled in, about how I'm making dinner. I think he is taking chances. Big time. I'll let him grovel a bit, and then I'll consider it. 

Fantastic Flair

Barend was at a Flair comp, the Get a Grip competition on Monday evening at Eastwoods, in Cape Town. Unfortunately I couldn't attend, but I wish I was there, simply to support him. His routine started off with a rip off of the popular 'I'm sexy and I know it' by LMFAO. This one was 'I'm nerdy and I know it', and encompassed his theme for the flair competition. Being nerdy. We found a pair of my old 3D glasses, and popped out the lenses for him to wear with the white bracers. I'm sure he looked amazing. Barend placed 5th in the competition, and Kyle, the other Kreate mixologist, won first place. Congrats guys! 

Assignment Apocalypse 

Assignments, what are those? I have 3 more to do still, and I haven't touched them. Yes, I do plan on doing them. But when? Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning when I'm with liefling. Chaucer and the Wife of Bath are the assignment that I'm currently working on. 

Dame Alisoun is a very interesting lady. The assignment topic is whether Chaucer satirises her out of her own mouth by making her appear to be a preacher and scriptoral scholar. She is ironic, in that she 'preaches' against them. But uses the same formats that they use. Misusing quotes to her own advantage, having to use bible verses to appear more scholarly. I think that every woman can identify with Dame Alisoun, except for the five husbands thing. That doesn't appeal to me. But her sexual appetite had no boundaries, no limits and no qualms. 

Design Dilemma 

I've been designing work at work again, obviously for work. So here are some samples of what I've done. 











That is some of it. Next time I'll post the newsletter that I work on here. 

I have been trying to do it in an HTML format, but it isn't that easy. I've always done it a particular way, and now changing is difficult. You know what they say about old dogs and tricks. Lizette, the one partner, who incidently works for HP and now also owns an HP Printstation even though that isn't ethical. Anyway, she has told me that for a newsletter I must always add 3 things. 
1. Something happening in the shop
2. Something happening in the community
3. Tips and Tricks
This all sounds very strange. So, I have to figure out tips and tricks with regards to a print station. I have no idea where to begin. So if somebody cares to tell me tips? Like why choose Litho or what paper will give you optimum results. Because people want to read things like that. 

On another note, the graphic designer that works here - Sandy. She is really cool! We get along well, and she is teaching me how to design in Corel Draw. No, I don't know how. I'm a Photoshop baby. And she bought lunch today from Bean Around, which is around the corner. Lunch was good. I need orange juice now though. 

Proficient in Boredom

I'm very bored, and I'm making no sense. Not even to myself. So, I'll sign off for now. 

Have a fantastic weekend goonies! 
Tash

New Bloggity!

IMAGINED CONVERSATIONS

Yay! So here is a new bloggity blog, where I'm going to post strange and wonderful things. When I have the time, of course.
Lady Jayne Times will be retired, and this one will be vamped up after all my exams. I'm actually considering having a diary type blog, and one for all the other stuff like my writings or something cool I found. Or I'll just mash it all together.
If you just stumbled onto this page, here is a run down of .. Well, me. This blog centres around me so naturally, I'm going to write about me and the characters that play roles in my drama.

THE BRIEF TASH HISTORY
My name is Natasha, born and raised in Pietermaritzburg, KZN, SA. I lived there until I was 12 to which my family moved to Mtubatuba, also in Natal. We stayed there for a year, before moving to Centurion, Gauteng. I'm now 24 and still studying. The first degree was a burn out, and hopefully the current isn't either. I'm studying a BA Language degree with focus on creative writing. Oh, my language major is English. I work full day, part as a do-it-all girl at a print shop, and the other part as an au pair. My boyfriend, Barend, centres a great deal in my life along with my besties. The long distance besties are Stef and Sam, and those close are Jay and Vash.
Ok, that's all you need to know right now. The rest you will learn, or I will fill in the blanks.

PEDIGREE PROCRASTINATOR
Something I'm good at, is procrastination. I can always put off what should be done today, although I always feel heavier when I do that. The weight of the undone task isn't severe enough to get me off the couch though. Like right now, I'm meant to be studying for Hamlet. 'To be, or not to be. That is the question!' All I can learn is the plot and themes though, and hope whatever the essay question is, its within my noggitity (thinking) abilities. It would be nice if it was just the assignment question over, but that would have to be an extremely lucky day and I don't get those.
One more exam and I can finally scream to the heavens, "I'm free!" And then whisper to myself, "until next year." One more year and hopefully I'm done. Then I can get a real job, not the strange job I have where I'm underpaid and under appreciated. Move out, get married, have kids, go to church - it all sounds very ideal in my head. However, I know God and I know that a monkey wrench lies somewhere. My well mapped out plans always crumble, always with something better - so I'm not complaining. Just stating a fact.

'FRAILTY, IS THY NAME WOMAN'
Okay, Hamlet is giving me the death stare. Which is creepy because he talks about death, a lot. I don't want to be seen as a Gertrude, a weak woman with no morals and a lust for power and attention. Nor do I want to be a raving madman like Hamlet, or was he mad? Pretending or just an early emo kid with disappointed parents. If you get the chance, look into Hamlet or Measure for Measure. Both Shakespeare's works, both very interesting. A writer should write about things everybody else doesn't see. What aren't we seeing?

Goodnight Goonies <3

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