Saturday 3 December 2011

The Phantom of the Opera


Ever since I was about fourteen years old, I have loved the Phantom of the Opera. I first listened to the soundtrack with Sarah Brightman and Michael Crawford. Then I watched the movie (Emmy Rossum, Gerard Butler and Patrick Wilson). I loved the movie so much that I promptly made it a part of my DVD collection. Then, about 3 years ago, I received The Phantom of the Opera music book for Christmas from my dad. I'm sure that I do not need to say how much joy this brought to my life. I can't count the number of times that I have sat down at the piano and just played my beloved Phantom of the Opera music. There was, however, always one thing missing from my Phantom experiences: I had never seen it live.
Well, all that changed tonight. When I discovered that The Phantom was to be performed in Cape Town, I immediately bought tickets... That was in about May. I waited for what seemed like forever to finally have my dream fulfilled and see this amazing musical live.

Tonight was finally the night. I waited with eager anticipation for the time to go and see it. Unfortunately, we arrived late, and so were unable to watch the introduction. And, as we walked in during the Overture, the chandelier dropped in the middle of it being raised to the ceiling, to meet its former majesty. After about forty five minutes of trying to fix the thing, we were able to go back in and continue watching. Within seconds, we had all forgotten the unfortunate beginning, and were so entranced with the music and special effects that we could think of nothing else. It was, in a word, sublime. (Anybody who knows where in the musical that's from is awesome!)

I didn't enjoy the actress playing Christine very much. She seemed too mature for the role and lacked all of the innocence that a sixteen year old should have. Her voice was too harsh, in my opinion, and often sounded detached and angry. This was the one downside to it. I wish with all my heart that we could have seen a younger, more innocent Christine. Unfortunately, we didn't. But it did not ruin the night.

Raoul was played by a guy who sang in the UCT Singers with me last year (then known as the SACM Choir). He was very good, and he managed to lift whatever scene he was playing in with his strong voice, and I might add, his attractive face. He suited the role very well, despite only being the understudy. His voice was full, and he held a look of adoration for Christine in his eyes. Very well done.

The prize must, however, go to Jonathan Roxmouth, for his stirring performance of the Phantom. The actor who has played roles such as Gaston in Beauty and the Beast, and one of the awesome cats in Cats, as well as having performed in things like A Handful of Keys, managed to successfully portray the character of a man who has been defeated by everything in life. From a young age, the Phantom has been despised and shut out from the world. The only person who ever showed any compassion towards him was Madame Giry. The pain of such a life as was led by the Phantom was felt by all as he sang the Reprise to All I Ask Of You. "I gave you your freedom; made your song take wing. And now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me." I was fighting to hold back sobs in this scene. He seemed to be taking on all the pains of the world, and it was impossible not to feel that as an audience. His portrayal of the phantom led to an immense compassion and empathy towards his character, despite the terrible things he has done. Rather than resenting his violent nature, the pain expressed so openly by Jonathan Roxmouth enables the audience to capture an understanding of why he is like that. A brilliant performance!

Unfortunately, because of the technical problems experienced at the beginning of the show with the chandelier, we did not get to see it falling after Don Juan Triumphant. Even with that knowledge, I could not wish for a better performance. The emotions I felt whilst watching it and listening to it were so real that I cried more than once. At the end of the Phantom's rendition of The Music of the Night, I could barely breathe. It was amazing. Phenomenal. Superb.

It was, in a word, sublime.

Wednesday 30 November 2011

Making scary adjustments

Ever since I got my drivers licence, I have always been the one who has given everybody lifts, gone outrageously out of my way, and have always been able to go out. Now, both of our cars are broken and I'm left without any transport. I am now forced to ask other people for lifts, and I am unable to go out unless my friends are able to lift me. It's amazing how, although I used to not worry about giving people lifts, no matter how far I had to drive, I now feel so bad asking other people. I know I really should not feel bad at all. But I can't help it.

All I can say is that I'm going crazy being stuck at home all day... Just want to get out!

Friday 21 October 2011

Exam habits


You know how things tend to get so organised around exam time? Well, here's my day so far:
1. clean desk: check
2. make bed: check
3. clear out file: check
4. organise notes: check
5. study: ummm... :P

Wednesday 14 September 2011

An essay assignment I had to do for my English seminar :)


I had to write about The Hound of the Baskervilles as a Gothic novel, and include how that relates to Victorian concerns... there are a few typos, but I was so tired when I finished writing it that I didn't get to edit it. So this was my final draft :)

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Hound of the Baskervilles is a detective story starring the famous Sherlock Holmes in a Gothic-styled novel. As it progresses, the novel appears constantly to reaffirm the idea of the supernatural by using exotic settings and an obsession with the past, among other things. These elements, along with the image of a terrifying beast, all create a sense of terror in the mind of the reader, which terror encapsulates the purpose of Gothic as a genre. This essay will discuss The Hound of the Baskervilles as a Gothic text, with reference to the text itself, and the ways in which Doyle has used the above-mentioned features of that genre to create a Gothic novel, despite the obvious difficulties with an intersection of that and the Detective novel. I shall also briefly discuss how this crossing of genres is managed, before finally addressing how The Hound of the Baskervilles, as a Gothic text, addresses the fears of Victorian society.
I shall begin by discussing how exotic settings are used in the novel to create a sense of terror. The majority of this story takes place on the moor at Baskerville Hall. A moor, according to a dictionary, is “a tract of wild open land, especially if overgrown with heather” (Cassel Concise Dictionary). The first time that Sir Henry Baskerville and Dr John Watson see the moor, it is described as follows:
Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a grey, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream. … If on that forbidding moor a difficult and dangerous quest should lie before us, this was at least a comrade for whom one might venture to take a risk with the certainty that he would bravely share it (Doyle 251-252) (Italics added).
The immediate impressions that one formulates in one’s mind as they read this are those of isolation, wildness and the unknown. The descriptions that are particularly pertinent to the production of these impressions have been italicised. The words “grey, melancholy hill” produce the image of a lifeless place, filled with gloom and sadness. When one reads these words, one imagines a place that is set apart from the rest of the world, and a certain sense of foreboding is carried with that gloomy and lonely image. The “strange jagged summit” also carries with it a sense of danger. When imagining something to be jagged, it is most likely to have sharp areas that can hurt one. This, then, is also a somewhat intimidating image. A summit, the highest point on a hill or mountain, is already often pictured as being a dangerous place due to its height; add to that the jagged nature of it, and it is an unappealing image indeed!
It is no wonder that this scene is described as “some fantastic landscape in a dream”, considering these features included in it. The dreamscape is the place where one’s imagination is allowed to run free. This is the place where monsters, ghosts and other terrifying figures are created and kept alive with the fear that goes along with them. Some of the scariest images we can see are those seen in dreams. Therefore, the landscape described here fits perfectly with what is seen in dreams. With all of this taken into account, the description of the moor as “forbidding” is very apt.
However, according to Punter and Byron, the Victorian Gothic novel, at the same time as using exotic and remote scenes, “is marked primarily by the domestication of Gothic figures, spaces and themes: horrors become explicitly located within the world of the contemporary reader” (Punter 26). This technique is also apparent in The Hound of the Baskervilles, in the way that Doyle begins the story in London, a scene well known to most of the readership of his novels at that time, and then takes is to a country setting, which, though remote, is likely to be familiar to many of the readers.
The next feature of The Hound of the Baskervilles as a Gothic novel I wish to address is the evident obsession with the past that runs throughout the entire story. Punter and Byron say about families and their pasts in connection with Gothic: “Gothic sensation fiction focuses on family secrets and the immediate past of its transgressive protagonists” (Punter 29). This trend is followed in The Hound of the Baskervilles; one may even say that this particular story would not have been possible without the belief of a family curse, which is brought about by an ancestor, Hugo Baskerville, who “[rendered] his body and soul to the Powers of Evil” (Doyle 212). There is a long thread of family secrets, all tied in with the past, that runs through this novel. There are four families who take important roles in the story, and two of them, namely the Baskervilles and the Stapletons, are later discovered to be one and the same. Each of these families has a past that has resulted in a secret. The Barrymores are discovered to be attempting to smuggle food to Selden, Mrs Barrymore’s younger brother, “the Notting Hill murderer” (Doyle 253) who has escaped. Mr Frankland’s daughter, Laura Lyons, eloped many years before, and is now divorced but not accepted back into her father’s life. Then, there are the Stapletons who are from South America, have changed their names twice, and have concealed the fact that they are in fact married, and not siblings, so that Mr Stapleton can claim his inheritance as the last Baskerville once Sir Henry dies.
The most important element of the past that continues to come up in the novel, however, is the story of the family curse. Before any of the Baskervilles are introduced into the story, the readers are already made privy to the history of the Baskerville family (Doyle 210-214), because this is what carries the story through:
They had gone a mile or two when they passed one of the night shepherds upon the moorlands, and they cried to him to know if he had seen the hunt.  And the man, as the story goes, was so crazed with fear that he could scarce speak, but at last he said that he had indeed seen the unhappy maiden, with the hounds upon her track.  'But I have seen more than that,' said he, 'for Hugo Baskerville passed me upon his black mare, and there ran mute behind him such a hound of hell as God forbid should ever be at my heels.' 
The moon was shining bright upon the clearing, and there in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen, dead of fear and of fatigue.  But it was not the sight of her body, nor yet was it that of the body of Hugo Baskerville lying near her, which raised the hair upon the heads of these three dare-devil roysterers, but it was that, standing over Hugo, and plucking at his throat, there stood a foul thing, a great, black beast, shaped like a hound, yet larger than any hound that ever mortal eye has rested upon. And even as they looked the thing  tore the throat out of Hugo Baskerville, on which, as it turned its blazing eyes and dripping jaws upon them, the three shrieked with fear and rode for dear life, still screaming, across the moor. 
… Such is the tale, my sons, of the coming of the hound which is said to have plagued the family so sorely ever since. (Doyle 212-214)
 Whether this history is true, we do not know. However, all of the deaths in the Baskerville family are believed at first to be related to the curse of the Baskervilles, and the fear of this spectral hound is, indeed, a large influence in the way that Sir Charles Baskerville dies, and Sir Henry comes close to death. The past comes back to haunt them in an unforgettable way, resulting in death to Sir Charles as well as Selden, the convict.
It is here, however, that we are faced with the intersection of Gothic and the detective novel. Everything up until this point has firmly placed The Hound of the Baskervilles in the Gothic genre, and the majority of the book does in fact reflect that. Nevertheless, it is primarily a detective novel. In fact, what the story does is to rationalise the Gothic fears. Sherlock Holmes, in his method of solving the mystery, uncovers the fact that the idea of the curse of the Baskervilles is merely being played upon by Mr Stapleton, in order to kill the heirs of Baskerville Hall and Sir Charles’s fortune, so that he may inherit them.
Finally, I would like to discuss how The Hound of the Baskervilles addresses the concerns of a Victorian society. According to Botting, the Victorian society experienced “anxieties about the stability of the social and domestic order and the effects of economic and scientific rationality” (Botting 136). The majority of the concerns mentioned by Botting are present in The Hound of the Baskervilles. The social order in the Victorian society was being overturned: the lower class were beginning to move up to the middle class, and the upper class, not receiving money from the lower class any longer, began moving down to the middle class. The economic focuses turned to the acquisition of money through work rather than inheritance. This theme is followed closely within the novel: Sir Charles earned his money when we went to South Africa. However, it is the issue of the inheritance of money that arouses Stapleton's jealousy and turns him to murder. Therefore, the story illustrates how the upper class traditions of inheriting family money were not as wise as working for the money yourself. This is in association with the only upper class family that is represented in the novel is the Baskerville family, who are all “cursed”. Since the majority of the market for Gothic literature at the time was within the lower and middle classes, this would have spoken to them to a large degree.
Another element of the classes that is brought up in the novel is the way that the lower classes are associated with criminal acts, and are therefore expected to be the villains. The convict was placed in the story to create a contrast between himself, a representative of the lower classes, and Mr Stapleton, a member of the middle class, who turns out to be the real villain.
In addition, the trend of Gothic novels is to reinforce stereotypes. Throughout the text, as one reads about the women in the story, they are all secondary characters and do not play a large role. In fact, they are usually under the influence of a male. Mrs Barrymore is under the influence of her brother, Laura Lyons is led on my Mr Stapleton, and Mrs Stapleton, though she attempts to stand up to her husband, normally finds herself relenting, or in the cases when she doesn’t she is punished (for example, when she is tied up at the end of the text because she does not want her husband to hurt Sir Henry). The reinforcement of this stereotype would have been particularly comforting to males, as it was around this time that women were beginning to seek independence and rights.
In conclusion, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has used Gothic elements such as exotic settings and obsessions with the past and familial secrets to create a Gothic feel in the novel, although the ultimate purpose of The Hound of the Baskervilles is an anti-Gothic one. The Gothic elements in the novel can be related to the Victorian concerns toward social class, money and women. I feel that this work is a very effective one, in accomplishing its design of replacing the supernatural with the rational, and I believe that the readers of the time could relate to this in a positive way.


Works Cited

Botting, Fred. "Gothic Returns in the 1890s." Gothic. London: Routledge, 1996. 135-143.
"moor." Cassel Concise Dictionary, The. London: Cassel, 1997. 945.
Doyle, Arthur. "The Hound of the Baskervilles." Sherlock Holmes: The Complete Illustrated Novels. London: Chancellor Press, 1987. 201-352.
Punter, David and Byron, Glennis. "Victorian Gothic." The Gothic. Malden: Blackwell Pub, 2004. 26-31.


Saturday 13 August 2011

Intervarsity - the most awesomest weekend of my life!

Yes, that's right... Intervarsity was so awesome, it even forces me to break grammatical rules! :)

This year, the Ballroom Dancing Intervarsity competition was held in Stellenbosch. We all travelled through in a bus on Friday afternoon. I was sitting with Max, and we listened to and sang along with the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack the whole way there. That was immediately an awesome start!

When we arrived in Stellenbosch, we stopped at the Backpackers' Lodge and all went into our rooms, had supper and got dressed for the social. The social was with all of the universities that were participating in the competition the next day, viz. Tuks, Stellies, NMMU, Rhodes, Wits and UCT. We were by far the largest group there, almost outnumbering all of the other universities put together. After registering, we all went in and danced the night away. We were the last to leave, and while we were waiting for the bus to fetch us, Odi, Max and I were all singing songs from The Phantom of the Opera again. Once back at the backpackers, a group of us played cards, hung out and just had fun until about 2 in the morning.

6 o'clock the next morning, we got up and got ready for the competition. The competition itself lasted the whole day, and we had people from our team participating in almost every section. I started with the boogie, in which I didn't get past the first round. The next sections I competed in were beginners ballroom and beginners latin. I managed to get through to semi-finals in the ballroom section, and finals in latin. However, I didn't place in latin because my partner and I were accused of doing an intermediate step in the cha-cha, and without video evidence to prove otherwise, we were disqualified. I also did the reverse lead waltz and the paso doble, but didn't get far in either of them.

John and me doing the Jive.

Sean and me doing the Reverse Lead Waltz.

Paso Doble with Alan.

Rhythm Foxtrot with John.

Cha-Cha with John.

UCT on the whole did very well. We came back with 12 gold, 4 silver, and 9 bronze medals. We also had 5 fourth places, 7 fifth places and 6 sixth places. We won the Team dance, the formation, the Spirit trophy, and we won the overall competition. UCT won with 199 points, and Stellenbosch came second with 114.

The UCT Team

After the competition, we went to Dros for dinner and then went to a place called Catwalk for the night. Will and I left early and went back to the backpackers because we were both exhausted and didn't particularly like it there.

On Sunday morning, we all got packed and then had a picnic brunch at a farm. Then, we were on our way back to UCT, and Intervarsity was over, except for our awesome memories, pictures and hoodies.
Lizel, Will, me and Kathryn

Dane, Lizel, Will, me, Kathryn, and Arran's legs :P

Some photos from Medal Tests

I know these are a little delayed, but here are a couple of photos of my friends and me dancing :)








Saturday 7 May 2011

Ballroom Medal Tests

Today was medal tests for ballroom! I had been unable to attend the extra classes leading up to them, because they were on Sundays, but I decided that I would do it anyway :) I danced the waltz, the rhythm foxtrot, the cha cha, the jive and the boogie. Man, was it fun!!! And to top it all off, I got honours, which is 90-100%!!! That's rare for beginners, so I was pretty stoked! Yay me :)

Sunday 1 May 2011

We are loved

Today I had a truly humbling experience, which taught me something very important about how much we are loved.

Every Sunday afternoon, my mom teaches the Teacher Improvement course to our ward, which I am lucky enough to be a part of. Today, we needed to go and fetch the people for our class, because their usual lift was sick. On our way from the one sister to the next family, we saw an abandoned white kitten on the side of the road. Both my mom and I wanted to stop, but it was a very busy intersection and we couldn't. Anyway, we went on to fetch the next couple and then went up to the chapel - only to find when we arrived that my mom had forgotten the chapel keys at home! We decided at the point that we would go and have the lesson at our house. I had almost been in tears up until this point, because I was so worried about this kitten, so I asked my mom if we could go back past the corner where we had seen it. My mom agreed immediately, even though it was going to double our distance.

Praying the entire way that the kitten would still be there, and would still be safe, I was thrilled to see it sitting exactly where we had left it. Luckily, the intersection wasn't so busy then so we could go across the road to bring it to the car. I had a blanket in the car, which I use when I go to varsity early in the mornings, and I wrapped the kitten in it. The kitten soon fell asleep; it was clear that it felt safe. I felt absolutely certain that Heavenly Father had guided us to this kitten so that we could adopt it, and keep it safe.

We went home and had our lesson, and the kitten was sleeping on a blanket next to me, and occasionally waking up to nibble a little Pronutro. After the lesson, I tried washing it, but it was mewing so pitifully, and it was shaking, and was so clearly terrified, that I just stopped, and let it sleep on my lap in front of a heater until my mom got home. While I had been washing her, I realised how thin she was. There was absolutely nothing between the bone and the skin. You could see her ribs, you could feel her individual bones... it was the scariest thing I've ever seen! I wanted to cry just when I saw her. She was so weak and helpless.

When my mom arrived home, she managed to wash her more effectively... and it was then that we realised how flea-infested she was. They were crawling through her fur like you would not believe! They were crawling all around her face and her ears... you could see each one individually. We went to the 24 hour vet, because we were so worried about her. We got her some special food that they use for their hospital patients, and also some special de-flea medication that is specifically meant for kittens. We put the medication on her, and then about half an hour we noticed that she was struggling to breathe, and she kept having convulsions. We tried giving her some of the food we'd been given, and also some rehydrate, but it didn't help her. My mom was worried that she was reacting to the medication we had given her, so we phoned the vet and described the symptoms to the receptionist, who immediately said we should bring her in.

We didn't hesitate. I was in tears the entire way to the vet, just stroking her, trying to comfort her. I don't know if I've ever been so scared before. When we arrived at the vet, we were immediately ushered in to the consultation room (despite some contention from the other people in the waiting room!) and the vet started examining her. He said that she was too far gone to help her, and that she had probably had some infection for a number of weeks; we couldn't have done anything more for her than we did. He took her away to put her to sleep.

We were blessed not to be charged for this; I think that's probably because he knew we had picked her up off the side of the road only a few hours beforehand.

For the next 2 hours, I cried almost non-stop, and I have now got a severe headache from all of the crying. But I realised something very important. I had thought that Heavenly Father guided us to that kitten because it needed a home, when really, he guided us to that kitten so that it could die feeling loved. If He cares that much about a 4 week old, 400g kitten, how much does he care about us? I almost can't fathom that kind of a love, it's so great.

I am just so grateful that I could make that kitten happy... even if it was only for 5 hours before it died. I am so grateful that Heavenly Father gave me this opportunity, no matter how painful it was. He showed me exactly how much He cares.

After all, he cared enough for a 400g kitten, to give it the chance to die feeling loved.

Monday 21 March 2011

A belated update on my haircut!

I just realized that I haven't said anything about my haircut! Well, a few weeks ago, on a Monday, it was really hot and I was struggling to keep my hair off my neck... so when I got home, I made an appointment at the hairdresser, and on the Wednesday the deed was done:


I'm afraid neither of these photos is the best for showing off my new hairstyle, but they're all I have! Anyway, I love it! And I just thought I'd show it off a little :D

Sunday 20 March 2011

The vegetable garden


For my dad's birthday, I decided that I would do something a little different: a vegetable garden. We've made a number of attempts in the past... okay, to be honest, he has. I've never really been interested before, so I didn't ever help out with it, which is a large reason why it didn't work out. You can't simply expect one person to do it all by themselves. Especially when that one person is as busy as my dad!

Anyway, it was quite a job! I wish that I had taken photos before and after, but you'll just have to take my word for it when I say that there was a lot of weeding to do! It took me about 6 hours to do all of the weeding (it had been pretty neglected there). Then, we had to take care of the compost. I asked Richard to help me with this. We sifted the compost, and then threw about 3 wheelbarrows full onto the sand. I then mixed all of this in with the sand, so that we had some nutritious soil from which the plants could grow. After my back was just about breaking, I got to take a break while I watered the vegetable patch. Once the soil was all nice and moist, I planted the seeds that I had bought for my dad: carrot, cabbage, beetroot, cauliflower and spring onion.

This was all a month ago.

Yesterday, I went out and did some more weeding in the garden. Luckily it wasn't very much, because Dad had done quite a lot during the week. Anyway, it really looks like a decent vegetable garden now! The plants are growing so nicely. In addition to the many carrots that are sprouting up, and the many beetroot (the cabbage, cauliflower and spring onion all seem to have only had one plant start growing), there are a number of tomato plants, pumpkin plants, and even a potato plant that have begun growing. This is the joy of using compost... there are always a few treats that will come your way! I am really so proud of this garden. It's great seeing something grow from nothing, knowing that you are nurturing it, and that you have put in a lot of effort to keep it healthy.







My next project is to start a herb garden. I still need to decide exactly where to plant the herbs. I have two options, so I want to be sure to choose the best one.

Anyway, I am really grateful that my parents have taught me in the way that they have, so that I can have this experience, and understand more about self-reliance. My parents are really amazing people, and I love them both so much!

xx

Tuesday 22 February 2011

Catch Up

Well, tomorrow is my dad's birthday... so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!!! :) I hope you have a fantastic day! :)

Today I had ballroom... it was my third class. We have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I love it! Seriously, it's so much fun :) I've always loved ballroom dancing, and this is with the university, which is much cheaper than anywhere else! (About R350 for the year). I have been meeting so many people, and having so much fun. It's great, because we're all just there to have fun.

Maths is going pretty well, although today's tut was pretty difficult. I think that my tut group ( we have to work in groups of 5 or 6 people) thought that I was a little rude though, because at first I was participating with the group, but then they were talking about who knows what, and I just wanted to get as much done as possible, so that I could have less to do at home... which meant that I was just working on my own, trying to get the exercise done. Sigh, I struggle with getting to know new people in that kind of setting, because they invariably want to chat while I just want to get everything done so that I can relax... Well, I guess it's just something that I have to work on!

English is pretty cool, although I was falling asleep in today's lecture - literally! I'm about half way through my first novel... well it's actually an autobiography, called "Down Second Avenue". I'm really enjoying it. I'll see how my seminars go though. I start my first one tomorrow! It's poetry, which is generally not my strength, but I'll see how it goes.

I already have two assignments for linguistics, although they are both due in mid-March. That's just as well, since I haven't even had a chance to look at them yet! It's still interesting though, and I enjoy it :)

Yesterday I started with singing lessons again, with JoMari Thorne. She's been my singing teacher since the end of grade 11. I love her! She's managed to bring my voice to life in a way that I never thought possible. She also leads the SACM Choir, of which I am a member. I really enjoy singing with them, which happens every Monday afternoon (an hour after my singing lesson) and then whenever we have concerts. Last year's recital was amazing! Ask my mom, we out-did ourselves! Seriously, we all had so much fun, and we managed to make a great name for ourselves (as well as earning a good little bit of money!).

Anyway, it's way past my bed-time! Goodnight all!

xx

Tuesday 15 February 2011

Varsity 2011

Today was my second day of varsity... it was a little scary yesterday, because I didn't know what to expect. I started with maths this year, and most people fail the course I'm doing - not a pleasant thought, since I last did maths a year and a half ago! My lecturer is very nice though! She is a Bulgarian woman, with a thick accent, and a very kind countenance - very approachable, and very understanding. I really like her! ... Despite the fact that I don't know her name yet! Something beginning with "m". It's like playing eye spy, but without knowing the answer to your own question!

I was able to go and buy all of my textbooks for English yesterday. There are so many that I thought I would die in the Jammie on my way down to choir. The bag of books was so heavy, and I had my normal bag on my shoulder... and to top it all off, I had this humongous calculus book in my hand. But it's been a great experience so far!

My courses for this year are:
English - South African literature (first semester)
English - Romance to Realism (second semester)
Linguistics 2 A and B (first and second semesters)
Maths - MAM1000W - the widely acknowledged "most difficult course at UCT" (whole year)

You may think that this is very little for me to be doing in a whole year, but I assure you that it isn't!

  • First of all, I have a lot of work for maths, if I want to pass with a first (which I am determined to do with all of my courses this year! Last year I managed getting firsts for German and Linguistics, and lower seconds for Media and English... but no more of that! Firsts all around!)
  • I take singing lessons once a week with Jomari Thorne
  • I am a member of the South African College of Music (SACM) Choir
  • I've just started with the Ballroom and Latin Dancing Society at UCT, which meets every Tuesday and Thursday
  • I attend institute on Tuesday nights
  • I am the first counselor in the ward Primary presidency
  • I teach extra maths and extra accounting to a boy from another ward (and will probably teach maths to another girl from my ward soon, as well)
  • I started a vegetable garden for my dad's birthday, which I am determined to keep going
  • AND I have some sort of social life to keep healthy! :P
So as you can see, my life is pretty hectic... but I enjoy being busy! Anyway, I have another early morning tomorrow for my third day of varsity - as well as a maths test tomorrow evening! Eek!

So, good night my fair friends! I'll try to keep up with my blog :)

xx

Friday 28 January 2011

Happy birthday, Mom!!

Dear Mom

I would just like to take this opportunity to say happy birthday. I hope that this has been a wonderful day, since you're a wonderful person. The past few nights I've been reminded of just how true that is. Since I've been sick, I've called you out of bed in the middle of the night twice. You fed me when I couldn't move, you gave me medicine, and you sat with me when I couldn't sleep. You are so caring and wonderful, and you show that to me every day. That is why I want you to know that I love you. You are the most amazing woman I know, and I am honoured to have you as a mother.

So, with all of my love and gratitude, I wish you a very happy birthday.

Love, your daughter
Cindy

Tuesday 25 January 2011

Jane Austen

This is just a quick note to say that Jane Austen is awesome! I love her writing so much, and I love to spend hours finding myself in a different era... she can do that, you know. She captivates the reader, and makes them imagine a romantic time, where gentlemen ride horses, and women carry parasols; where balls and picnics are the primary social engagements, and cards the entertainment; and of course, one cannot forget the charm of knowing exactly when a man is in love with you, because he will kiss your hand when he greets you. How often I have found myself wondering if a guy I like may or may not return the regard! How much simpler it would be if he could simply raise my hand to his lips, and inform me of his regard in that way! It would certainly do away with many hours of questioning, and things would be able to move along so much more quickly. But that is of no consequence, I suppose. We live in the time that we do, and we are forced to live by the accepted standards of today's world.

Anyway, I must now really get to bed. I start varsity again in a couple of weeks, and I need to start regulating my sleep a little more effectively! Good night, all.

xxx

Sunday 23 January 2011

My hectic day - part 2: Parties

After I had done all things Primary, I had to rush over to Uncle Ron's house for a birthday party. It's Uncle Ron's birthday today (Happy birthday, Uncle Ron!!!) and my mom's birthday on Friday, so we just had a party for the two of them at the same time. There was swimming, eating and pool... a great time :)


Then, Andrew P. and I had to rush off to get to Candice's house for her birthday party. Her birthday is tomorrow, and we were having a bit of a pre-birthday celebration. We started playing French cricket, and then came inside once the fire was ready to start braaing. It was great seeing everybody again, and I also got to meet one of Candice's accounts friends.

Courtney and me

Andrew

Kelsey and Chelsea

French cricket

Candice doing the braaing!!!

The speech... it consisted of "Thank you everybody for coming tonight" ;)

Andrew and Claudia

The cake: sparklers and all

Blowing out the candles

Unfortunately, I was so tired that I had to leave a little after 10, or I wouldn't have been able to drive home. I've been sleeping badly for the past month, so I get tired really early. My mom gave me a sleeping tablet though, and for the first time in ages I was able to sleep again! It was amazing :)

My hectic day - part 1: Primary

Recently, I was called as the first counselor in the Primary presidency in our ward. I have been
really enjoying it! I learn from all of the children.

One of the things that I've been doing this month is teaching singing time. I'm not actually singing leader, but I was doing it for a bit of a change. So, I woke up at 6:30 yesterday morning to start my day... First thing on the agenda was making song posters for the new song that they've been learning: If I Listen With My Heart. It's a lovely song :)

Next, I had to go to the Primary Quarterly Activity. For their birthdays this year, we decided that we would give them a gift from which they could learn a principle. So, after much thought, we decided that we would buy a bunch of flower pots, and give them to the kids for their birthdays, along with a bag of soil, a seed and a message about faith. So, for the quarterly activity which we had, we decided to let them decorate the pots that they would get for their birthdays. Afterwards, we gave them fruit kebabs for lunch. We had set up the tables outside the kitchen, so that we could keep an eye on them while we were cutting up the fruit. Man, they loved those kebabs!! Definitely a great idea for summer :)

















After the activity, I went home and iced the cake for the birthday party we were holding for my mom and my uncle that evening. Literally as soon as I had done icing it, though, I found myself rushing back for Stake Primary Leadership training. It was a great meeting, but it would have been great if it wasn't on the same day as everything else!

Friday 21 January 2011

My trip to Joburg

From the 3rd to the 8th of January, I was privileged to go to the Temple with Colleen, Rohan, Ryan and Carina. We all drove up together in Ryan's dad's car, and it was a great deal of fun! I took quite a number of pictures on the way up, but I didn't take very many while I was actually in Joburg, except for the new shoes that I bought.

The sunrise














Once we were in Joburg, we went to Spur on the Monday night (none of us felt like cooking!) and then we went back to the Temple Boarding, where we were staying. Ryan was staying with another family that was close to Westgate Mall, so we went there again the next morning, which is when I bought my new shoes...

A random beaded bird in the gardens of the Temple boarding. I thought it was pretty cool :)

Carina: "It's raining inside!"

While I was there, I was privileged enough to do 3 baptism sessions, which were amazing! I also got to see my aunt, my cousin and my granny. AND I got to go out with all of my friends!! I played Adventure Golf with Sidz, Ayanda and Sheldon, I went rock climbing with Patrick, I went to a YSA get together with Christine, and I tried Thai food for the first time with Fairley! Oh, and I also did missionary experiences at the MTC, which was really fun. And in between all of this, I managed to read Wodehouse's "Thank You, Jeeves" and Georgette Heyer's "Why Shoot a Butler?" which are both very good reads. It was a lot of fun (despite the fact that I was a single amongst two couples ;) ) and I would do it again any day!!

German

German is, in my opinion, a beautiful language. And this, in conjunction with the fact that I have ancestors from Hamburg, has made me eager to learn it. I took a course at varsity last year, and I did pretty well. The problem is that I didn't have the opportunity to really converse in it, and so I feel now as if I have virtually no efficiency. I want to be able to speak fluently... but I need people to speak to if this is to become more than just a dream. So, I have joined a site called busuu.com. It seems really cool. It is a community of people learning different languages, and you get to do homeworks and tests, and it gets corrected by other people who are native to the language you are learning. You also find yourself having to correct other people's work. There is also the requirement to chat to native speakers. I have, unfortunately, not been able to do this yet, although I am quite eager for it. I really want to become efficient in speaking and writing German. And who knows? Maybe I'll target French or Italian next! :P

Wednesday 19 January 2011

The Unfortunate Life of a Christmas Beetle

It is at this time of year that our usually pleasant sleep is marred by that ever-present buzzing of a Christmas beetle. I do not know if anybody else finds this quite as much of a trial as I do, but it is remarkable how often I have found myself lying in bed for an hour or more, wishing that sleep, that most wonderful of pastimes, would descend upon me, only to find myself listening, once again, to that terrible buzzing. Some nights I may wonder if it really is a Christmas beetle, or perhaps some new bug which has decided to bring its malicious buzzing into my domain, but sure enough, on the next morning, I will awake to find a new Christmas beetle's corpse lying under my bed. I marvel at how short their lifespans must be if every time I hear one of these poor little bugs, I awake to find it dead. But I have come to a conclusion as to why these little insects feel the supreme need to disturb the sleep of all around them, and I shall share this with you forthwith.

The truth is that a Christmas beetle is not vicious or malicious at heart. It is really quite a loving creature, and wants nothing more than the companionship of a human. You must understand that it, being an insect, does not have the privilege that we experience of a warm and comfortable bed. Indeed, the poor thing must make do with sleeping on ceilings, or in paper bags. (In fact, they are so eager to find a comfortable resting place that they fly into one's gift bags with tissue paper sticking out... True that tissue paper looks extremely comfortable, but it does rather amplify the beetle's buzzing as it realizes in horror that it is more suffocating than comfortable, and it tries to escape. Alas, these attempts are rarely successful, unless aided by a sympathetic person who does not wish for it to die in quite so painful a way.)

In its attempts to procure a human companion, it must however fight off the magnetic pull of a light bulb. If you have ever watched a Christmas beetle trying to do this, you will find that it really is a most amusing spectacle. To begin with, it is rather like a dream, in which you never how it started; when a Christmas beetle begins its attempts to escape the light, you may watch it for quite some time, without being able to remember seeing it arrive. It simply seems to have always been there, despite the fact that you looked in that very spot a mere ten minutes before, and saw nothing. But, once it is there (however that may have occurred), you may watch its antics with a somewhat merry, yet sympathizing attitude. The first thing that one notices is how the poor creature seems to aim for you. Each time it leaves the light, you see this flying missile coming for your face, only to see it suddenly pulled back by the magnetic force of the light. At first you are shocked, because you may feel that the insect wishes to harm you, but you quickly feel a sense of compassion for the poor little thing, as it seems so hopelessly to continue flying away from this light, only to get drawn back again. Each time this happens, it seems to make a little more progress, until it finally realizes that the further it manages to fly, the more force it is pulled back with.

It is at this point in its flight plan that it decides to try a different method. Rather than going straight for its target, it attempts moves that even the CIA would be proud of. First, it realizes that as long as it is in the power of the light, it will never reach its destination, so it maintains that it must find a safe hiding place, which is closer. This may be a cupboard, or a shelf - anywhere that the light cannot reach it. Depending on the distance of the new destination from the light, the beetle may even find its new flight plan successful. These occasions do not arise often, however, and so you must watch the creature try time after time to reach its new destination, doomed to fail. After a period of time, you may find yourself noticing that its technique is gradually changing. Realizing that the light is not letting it get where it wants to go, the beetle begins flying in circular formation, thus confusing the magnetic force somewhat. However, these attempts are as unsuccessful as the last. Indeed, I have watched just this evening a beetle performing the perfect mid-air circle, only to find that once it reached a certain point, it was once again too small to resist the power of the light. The light, not wishing to waste time as the beetle has done, decides to rather go for the straight-line method than the circular, and so the beetle that just seconds before was merrily on its way to freedom, making beautiful circles in the air, now finds a magnetic lasso thrown around its waste, and it is pulled in the straightest of straight lines, faster than it has ever before traveled, towards the light.

After this diligent beetle has attempted this a few times, it comes to a realization that it is quite hopeless. And so, after a number of fruitless attempts to maintain a companion while the light is shining, it gives in to the power of the light and sits on the ceiling, biding its time.

Once the light has been turned off, the Christmas beetle decides that its time has come. At last, it can find its companion without the light destroying its every attempt. What it has forgotten, however, is that it is as blind as a bat at night time. You see, these beetles have got an incredibly short memory span: a little longer than a goldfish, but not more than 10 minutes. So, when this time of night comes, they forget that they couldn't see once the lights were switched off the previous night. As a result, when the light is turned off and they are no longer prey to its overwhelming power, Christmas beetles must fight their way through the dark to find their beloved human. It is now that we humans must endure that infernal buzzing while we try to sleep. The beetle, not remembering where you are, due to its short-term memory loss, flies all around the room, trying all of the nooks and crannies in its attempt to find you. Then, once it has been around the room once, it has forgotten where it has already looked; we are therefore made to listen to its wild, and at this stage frantic, attempts to find us. And of course, turning on a light to assist it in its search does no good at all, because it is once again drawn to the power of the light.

And so it is clear that the life of a Christmas beetle is rather trying. It is no wonder that we wake up in the mornings to find these beetles all around our rooms. For a creature as small as that, an entire night of escaping the clutches of the light-demon and then searching the room for its companion sixteen times, all of its energy goes quite quickly.

We should therefore remember the unfortunate hopelessness of these poor creatures when we find them around our homes. Respect the fact that they may never acquire their greatest desire. And, if by some small chance they do happen to find their way to you, don't chase them away - rejoice with them in their success! They will be eternally grateful.