Posted 3 weeks ago

Probably the best wallpapers I have ever used (Adventure Time)

Posted 1 month ago
ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
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Robots of course! Dinosaurs are dead (kinda), and even if they weren’t, you can always build bigger and badder robots, with kill-switches in case they go rogue. Even if you could somehow evolve dinosaurs into bigger and better creatures, there is no guarantee you can control them. Also, Robots can have lasers. Nothing beats lasers

Posted 1 month ago

Fatherhood

Why is it that fathers always have to be there? I know it’s their job, to look after your well-being, to guide and protect you, but at the same time so many of them simply seem to refuse to let you grow up. Often is the time when I am trying to work on an assignment or project, when my father, in all his “wisdom”, barges into the room to try and change what I am writing, simply because it seems to make more sense to his alcohol-riddled mind. Gone is logic, gone is reason, and gone is learning and education. Simply to try and show off his know-how in a subject completely foreign to him. Is it so hard to grasp the concept that I actually know what I’m doing? That I don’t constantly need a hawk to peer in and instruct the ant on how to store food? Don’t get me wrong, I love my father. He truly is a lovable man. My brother and I both get along with him, despite our clashing personalities and different opinions. However, how do you explain to a man that has raised you your whole life that, in this instance, you no longer need his assistance? What words can I say to make him realise that in some areas of life I have surpassed him, and how can I say this to him without hurting him or turning him against me? To be a father means to care for and protect your entire family, to be the pillar of support in their everyday struggle of living. To be the person to hug when you’re upset, or the person to talk to when confused. A father is one that you trust to help keep your head afloat, to pull you out of trouble, despite the pain of discipline and consequence. A father is your teacher throughout life, instilling in you the morals that you live by, as well as nurturing your gifts, which, thanks to genetics, your father has as well. But what about from the father’s perspective? How much does he seem to be this unending pillar of strength and support, when in actual fact it is us that keep him upright? I once heard a quote that went something along the lines of, “You take care of your kids well enough so that in the end they take care of you.” Where does this balance tip over? Where is the point that we kids start looking after our parents? Maybe we always have, without even knowing it. I can recall many a time that a brought a smile to my parents’ faces through some childish act of innocence. Even more are the times when I am older, and endeavour to cheer up my parents after a hard day’s work, whether it just being someone to talk to, or by telling the most ridiculous jokes. I believe that our parents, and even more so our fathers, often just need to feel appreciated. But even more than that: they want to still be needed. Fathers dread the day when their son moves out to live under his own roof, or when their daughter leaves home to travel. It’s not the control they don’t want to relinquish. It’s the intimate connection between parent and child that they have had for over 20 years. Try to put yourself in their shoes. How would you feel if you raised someone up, watched them grow, moulded them into something great, all the time learning who they are, their hopes and dreams, their good and bad sides. And then one day, you have to let that person walk out of your life, never to fully return. The bond will always still be there, but how close can you be to someone when you live apart from them? To be a father is to love and care for your children, raising them to be like you if not better, certain in the knowledge that one day, they will leave you, and never truly return. To be a father, is to be stronger than I can imagine. And so I let my father “instruct” me on things he doesn’t understand, and I cry at night. I cry because he is grasping for any opportunity to still be my father, and yet I even know that one day I will leave him. I draw the conclusion that no matter what, I love my father, and can never thank him enough for what he has done for me.

Posted 1 month ago

Moody Poetry Stuff

My emotions ebb and flow the tides of the ocean
One time happy, while another despondent and depressed
What is this, this state of instability, of unknowing?
How can one say “I am Me” when one does not know who “Me” is?
We all struggle in the harsh climate of the environment we call life
All of us searching for something greater than what we believe ourselves to be
Yearning to discover that there is so much more than this deary existence
And yet none of us can even begin to comprehend the power we have
Not one of us actually realises that we have the ability to change our lives
Why wait for some miracle, for some sign?
You have the potential to be anything you desire
Don’t let others hold you back
Strive for the unexplored
Do something daring
Be someone

Posted 3 months ago

We’re a race of degenerates

So the other day, I realised something. We were driving out of my uncle’s house, when my mom went out slightly skew. She was close to the wall, but not about to hit it. However, my mother is claustrophobic, so she wanted to go forward to straighten out. My uncle argued that she should just go, and started closing the gate. After much arguing, my mom eventually pulled forward, straightened out, and pulled out fine. My grandparents were in the car, and they mentioned that there son has always been that way. I commented that he was a lot like my father, in the way that they always want things done their way, otherwise it’s “wrong”. Then I jokingly said that my mom must have some kind of complex, to marry someone similar to her brother. My gran then piped up that he was also a lot like my grandfather, which means my mom married a guy who is like her father, and her brother is like her father. I was then told that I was a lot like my father, which gave me much hope for my future. So my family has a whole bunch of complexes, and it makes me wonder how many more families there are out there like this.

It turns out that the whole human race is full of complexes. We need to follow our routines daily, or else we feel out of place. The world turns to chaos when we step out of the confines of what we know. When a coffee drinker runs out of coffee and has to drink tea in the morning, suddenly the whole day feels off, and everything seems to go wrong. Most people would chalk it up to bad luck. But what if everything goes wrong because you started out wrong? That one out of place cup of tea in the morning short circuits your brain, and for the entire day your subconscious is thinking that everything’s wrong. Well let me tell you something : when your mind starts thinking something’s wrong, stuff tends to go wrong. That’s talking from experience. You think bad things, and bad things happen. What if everything bad in our happening in our world today is merely because of the terrible mindset of this latest generation? The generation that has only known bad, the generation that has no imagination, because they let people think for them. What do you think would happen if we all decided to think a bit more positively, be more nice to people? If our minds are thinking nice thoughts, then surely nice things would happen? Think about it.

Posted 3 months ago

Not a good day today

Yeah, so today wasn’t a good day for me. It started out all great, had an epic worship and sermon this morning, then I got told that my friend, Claudia, was killed in a car crash yesterday. Needless to say the rest of the day took a downhill spiral from there. So using my experience today, I’m going to pose a question : can one bad experience truly ruin your day, despite all the other things that happen?

Posted 3 months ago
Right, so after a long time out, and a network and phone change, I’m BACK!! You probably missed me. Also, I decided to come back to Tumblr bcoz I got news today that my best friend was killed in a car crash. Not one of my best days

Right, so after a long time out, and a network and phone change, I’m BACK!! You probably missed me. Also, I decided to come back to Tumblr bcoz I got news today that my best friend was killed in a car crash. Not one of my best days

Posted 1 year ago
So in case you’ve been under a rock for the past few weeks and haven’t heard, Linkin Park is coming to South Africa. Once again, another display of South Africa’s badass-ary

So in case you’ve been under a rock for the past few weeks and haven’t heard, Linkin Park is coming to South Africa. Once again, another display of South Africa’s badass-ary

Posted 1 year ago
So not only is LP coming to South Africa, but yours truly has 2 Golden circle tickets. You know, the tickets that sold out in 15 minutes!

So not only is LP coming to South Africa, but yours truly has 2 Golden circle tickets. You know, the tickets that sold out in 15 minutes!

Posted 1 year ago
Once again, celebrating the fact that LP are coming to South Africa!

Once again, celebrating the fact that LP are coming to South Africa!

Posted 1 year ago
The connection I have does not allow for most of my songs to be updated. -_- My apologies. Here are a few pictures though

The connection I have does not allow for most of my songs to be updated. -_- My apologies. Here are a few pictures though

Posted 1 year ago

In honour of Linkin Park coming to South Africa, my next few posts will all be Linkin Park songs, starting with this one. (Yes, I am South African) Try to catch up mother fuckers!!!

Posted 1 year ago
Credit for this goes to Jeph Jacques, author of Questionable Content. Check it out : www.questionablecontent.net

Credit for this goes to Jeph Jacques, author of Questionable Content. Check it out : www.questionablecontent.net

Posted 1 year ago
Because what psychopath doesn’t enjoy a good games of noughts and crosses?

Because what psychopath doesn’t enjoy a good games of noughts and crosses?

Posted 1 year ago
Sometimes beauty is found in sheer simplicity

Sometimes beauty is found in sheer simplicity