FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa Official Theme Song-Wavin' Flag

Proud to be south african

WOOOOO! go south africa. Bafana bafana made us proud today at the opening game, against mexico, of the world cup.

1-1 draw is a great result

fare

On Saturday, my mom, my friend and her family want to a fare in town. we were walking towards the park, we saw the steam engines parading through town. That's when i realised it was a steam festival. lol yeah a bit slow on the uptake.
The date on the camera is out of date though, i'll have to figure out how to change that...

And then they get little awin the park. Nice day out with some fun people, and the sun was shining too :)

Je vous envarrai une carte postale

Kez*

family

I recently spent some time with my cousin Travis. He moved to England before i did.

anyway i realised upon spending a couple of hours with him, how much someone can change in a small space of time, but also how much of a person stays the same. He was the same slightly cynical person but he had long hair and an eyebrow piercing. The once moody teenager has now grown into a mature, self-assured young adult although he's only 15 well nearly 16. Big changes in life can do that.

I just hope he doesn't lose his roots. I hope he remembers the berg wind of port elizabeth, the street hawkers with the naartjies and the beautiful sunsets of Africa. I hope he doesn't push that back and just put on a new face because that will always be part of him as it is a part of me.


The first picture is in titsikama with my best friend michelle, and the second a beach near Port Elizabeth and the last the only picture of travis and me with his girlfriend emily at his mom's wedding. I'm on the left.

I wonder what people at home will say when they see me next, how much have i changed?

Je vous envarrai une carte postale

Kez*

KT Tunstall - Black Horse And The Cherry Tree

I absolutely love this song.
my neighbour fell victim to my singing earlier when this song came on. i was sitting outside in the sun. Life is good

slightly annoying

so my mom and i realised that our passports were going to expire soon so being good immigrants in England (yes there are such persons) we looked into how to renew it. and so starts the process that eventually lead to me nearly biting my tongue off to stop myself exploding with verbal abuse all over the policeman over the counter...

do you know what the form B73 is?? no? well neither do i. there are so any different forms all so specific that its impossible to find the right one. so we make a choice, still not sure, and send them off. two weeks later we get a letter telling us we sent the wrong ones.

ok alright which are the right ones? you'd assume they'd tell us wouldn't you? nooooo of course not we had to phone someone who conected us to someone else at the south african embassy who had to get his manager and then put us on hold while they found out what to do.

well we finally got the answers. THREE different forms. i must say my mom and i have the funniest conversations while on hold. i believe one involved the purpose of a hole in bagels. still dont know

Anyway so we fill them out. fine. realise we need fingerprints on one of them. phone them up. they tell us we have to go to LONDON to the embassy to do them. when they realised our we weren't too impressed by that answer the guy said we can go to any police station in our area. so we walk down to our local police station. they don't have holding cells so they can't do them.

off to the one uptown we go. stand in line behind a guy who's responding to a bailiff warning or something. shaved head, big puffy jacket, sneaking a smoke outside every now and then. after about half an hour we get to the front, smelling like an ashtray and we ask if can have our fingerprints taken and we show all the forms and identification only to be told we should have made an appointment. grrrrrr!

we make an appointment for the next day. The next day we arrive with all our forms ready we get to the front; they say take a seat we'll call you when we're ready for you. so we wait while a girl pretty much sits on our laps trying to squeeze on a seat while talking loudly to her boyfriend about contraception. 45!!!! minutes later we speak to an officer who very politely tells us we need our photos signed by a professional before we can have our fingerprints taken.

This is the point where i could have drawn blood from biting my tongue. Surely they could have mentioned this the day before?!

and that is where we're at now, phoning the doctor's to try and get them to sign our photos but, of course because luck has decided to disown me, there are no appointments until the end of june. and they won't just see me for a few minutes.

this may be the longest post i've ever written. well that's the life in the shoes of an South African immigrant in England. lol ah well life here is more good than bad. and it's fun to tell the stories.

Kez*

Florence + The Machine - Kiss With A Fist

i love this song but i have to admit this video is a bit odd, to me it doesn't fit. maybe my interpretation is a bit different than intended...