Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Friday, 22 November 2013

"Justice For Quintin" via Viralnova

I just read this extremely heartbreaking story and I felt that it needed to be shared and read. Although I have no siblings my life is filled with incredible children from Alexandra Township and Lawley Township. Their wellbeing means everything to me and this story really hit home when I read about having problems with social workers and government facilities. It truly is worth a read.

How An Abusive Father Ruined His Son’s Life. And What His Daughter Did About It.

October 19, 2013

This is the most heartbreaking story I’ve ever written about. It’s a story that shows the love of siblings for each other in spite of having the same abusive father. Their journey, what happened along the way, and the outcome are all unforgettable. This is worth the entire read – trust me.
This is in her words.
This tore my heart to pieces. It’s an injustice that no family should ever have to face. The abusive father deserves punished for this and Quinten deserves justice.
I give complete credit to Viralnova whose posts are incredibly relevant and interesting and sometimes life changing. This site is definitely worth visiting. 

My Safari Adventure

Recently my boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend) came and visited from the UK and I decided to take him on his first "safari". We went on an afternoon/night game drive and a morning game drive and it was beautiful. It wasn't my first game drive and I don't normally enjoy them but seeing his excitement and especially the Rhinos - which are now currently in danger due to the illegal ivory trade - made me fall completely in love with the game reserve. Thinking back it could have been the combination of romance and someone to snuggle up to on the cold morning drive :P But I still maintain that it was a beautiful experience and very cost effective. I think that the photographs speak for themselves :)

The photographs are completely unedited and taken by yours truly :)



















Thursday, 21 November 2013

Exam Procrastination i.e. I think I'm the new Cake Boss

Whilst in the final stretch of writing my final exams I find myself to be completely and utterly bored our of my mind and in desperate need of creative outlet (seeing as though I've already completed my art theory and practical). For some inexplicable reason I have become very un-femonist and have been obsessed with making things in the kitchen.

My spiral into baked oblivion began when I was procrastinating on Facebook - I hate Facebook, so one must know the extent of my avoidance of studying - I came across a recipe posted about Donut Muffin thingys and they seemed simple enough and I knew that we had all of the ingredients which was highly appealing and exciting for me because most recipes require you to go in your car and schlep to the shops, which in this South African spring/summer heat, I absolutely refuse to do :P

I can't seem to find the original recipe which was actually a silly screenshot on my iPhone *facepalm*
BUT do not fear! I have used my trust best friend and googled it :D

Here it is…

1/2 cup white sugar
1/4 cup margarine, melted
3/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 cup milk
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup all-purpose flour

1/4 cup margarine
1/2 cup white sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C). Grease 24 mini-muffin cups.
  2. Mix 1/2 cup sugar, 1/4 cup margarine, and nutmeg in a large bowl. Stir in the milk, then mix in the baking powder and flour until just combined. Fill the prepared mini muffin cups about half full.
  3. Bake in the preheated oven until the tops are lightly golden, 15 to 20 minutes.
  4. While muffins are baking, place 1/4 cup of melted margarine in a bowl. In a separate bowl, mix together 1/2 cup of sugar with the cinnamon. Remove muffins from their cups, dip each muffin in the melted margarine, and roll in the sugar-cinnamon mixture. Let cool and serve.














Personally, I refuse to use margarine because anatomically it is one molecule away from plastic, which I just can't handle. And plus the recipe I had was with butter :D you can use either one - I'll try not to judge :|

My experience with the recipe is that I found the batter rather dense so I cheekily added a little bit of extra milk. It was a super easy recipe and since I have absolutely no patience for more than 30 minutes in the kitchen this recipe and me were well suited :D

I did also make them rather large because those were the only muffin tins we had but whatever :D
Now that I think about I think that the recipe that I used had oil in the mixture… But the one that I've posted here is healthy alternative so…  You're welcome :D

The end result 
They tasted really yummy and exactly like a donut minus all the oily grossness. They were also really helpful in apologizing to my Math teacher for myself and my friend arriving late :P

The second thing that I baked was a double layer chocolate cake with a mocha chocolate icing. However, I don't have any photographs because I took it straight to Alexandra Township to my drivers house so that all the little kids that live there could eat it :)

Also, whist baking the chocolate cake I burnt myself rather badly, which was hideously annoying seeing as though it was on both sides of my right arm. I am right handed and I had a 3 hour history exam the next day. Well done Liza!



But I slapped some frozen peas on it for a few minutes and then continued icing my cake regardless of the painful sensation that felt like I had been whipped by the devil. I took care of my burns a bit later that day with some burn-sheild and a bandage.. Clearly my priorities are completely warped :D

Yesterday when I woke up and looked around my kitchen, I noticed that we had giant apples that were completely ripe and I knew that we would never possibly consume them all in time. Hating the idea of wasting, I got the idea to make an Apple and cinnamon cake :)

I found a basic recipe and decided to experiment. I made the mixture to a basic vanilla cake and added

  • cinnamon 
  • nutmeg 
  • golden syrup 
(there are no measurement because I blindly threw them in to taste) 

After greasing the cake tin and pouring in the mixture, I added slices of apple on the top of the cake and slightly pushed them in. I then mixed together 2 tablespoons of sugar and 1 teaspoon of cinnamon and sprinkled it on top of the cake and put it in the oven for 40 minutes at 180 degrees Celsius. 

Straight out of the oven 
The reason why I didn't post a specific cake recipe is because I didn't really like the one that I used and found it a little dense. Since I have made this cake the sum total of 1 time, I feel that I can give the expert advice that you should honestly use your own favorite cake recipe and add extra ingredients to taste. 

Although I didn't love the actual cake in the middle, the apples and the thinner parts of the cake were completely delicious and the sugar was all caramelized and beautiful :D 

A few of my friends tried it and they didn't have any problems with it and ate a multitude of slices so maybe I was just being a bit hard on myself :P 

This is only one of the many things that I do to procrastinate exams. Should I post some more? :) 

P.S. I apologize profusely for my crappy quality pictures, they were taken on my phone as I did not expect to be posting them to a blog and was merely using them to lure my friends to come and eat it :) 

                                               ♥

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Proudly South African

Believe it or not it has taken me a number of years to become "Proudly South African". Living in a country that has a more than murky history and a struggling to find their way present left me to be quite lost in the confusion. Although I still loath driving on our roads whether it be because of potholes, taxis, forever broken robots (traffic lights) or the hideously rude drivers, I have developed a strong sense of patriotism in my own weird and wonderful way :) 

I've traced back where my patriotism started kicking in and I have figured out that it took traveling across the world to Poland on a trip called March of the Living that i went on in 2012 (which was so phenomenal it deserves its own blog post) to ignite my love for my country. Every other country's obsession and fascination with the tiny South African delegation was invigorating for me. As lame as it sounds, I think it took other nationalities captivation in my homeland to ignite an enchantment of South Africa for me. 

South African flag on MOL 

Teeny Tiny South African teen delegation 
So over the past Year and a bit my love for my country has increased. 

Heres what I love: 

  • Our accent and the way no one can truly mimic it 
  • The quality of our food 
  • Our awareness of the rest of the world 
  • Our new found obsession with frozen yogurt 
  • Our love for life and beer (although I cannot stomach the taste of beer) 
  • We're pretty smart 
  • Our hilariously awful politicians i.e. Julius Malema and Jacob Zuma (trust me, they're worth a google) 
  • Trevor Noah (once again, worth a google) 
  • Our sarcasm 
  • Five roses tea 
  • grape and apple tizer 
  • Our slang 
  • We have a legacy of beautiful women :D (Charlize Theron and Candice Swanepoel) 
  • Nelson Mandela (obvious) 
  • Our Rugby and cricket teams are pretty fantastic 
  • And quite clearly our soccer/football team is improving! 
Bafana Banfana beat reigning world champions Spain 1-0 
There is a Facebook page that called Being South African which I feel shows so many great aspects about South Africa [tell them that I sent you ;)] 

On the Being South African page there was a specific (more serious) post that I truly think encapsulate why I love SA on a more deeper level. Because I know that I would be too lazy to look for it i will post it bellow if you wish to give it a read :) -- it is rather long but really worth it! 

My South Africa by Jonathan Jansen

My South Africa is the working-class man who called from the airport to return my wallet without a cent missing. It is the white woman who put all three of her domestic worker's children through the same school that her own child attended. It is the politician in one of our rural provinces, Mpumalanga, who returned his salary to the government as a statement that standing with the poor had to be more than just a few words. It is the teacher who worked after school hours every day during the public sector strike to ensure her children did not miss out on learning.

My South Africa is the first-year university student in Bloemfontein who took all the gifts she received for her birthday and donated them - with the permission of the givers - to a home for children in an Aids village. It is the people hurt by racist acts who find it in their hearts to publicly forgive the perpetrators. It is the group of farmers in Paarl who started a top school for the children of farm workers to ensure they got the best education possible while their parents toiled in the vineyards. It is the farmer's wife in Viljoenskroon who created an education and training centre for the wives of farm labourers so that they could gain the advanced skills required to operate accredited early-learning centers for their own and other children.

My South Africa is that little white boy at a decent school in the Eastern Cape who decided to teach the black boys in the community to play cricket, and to fit them all out with the togs required to play the gentelman's game. It is the two black street children in Durban, caught on camera, who put their spare change in the condensed milk tin of a white beggar. It is the Johannesburg pastor who opened up his church as a place of shelter for illegal immigrants. It is the Afrikaner woman from Boksburg who nailed the white guy who shot and killed one of South Africa's greatest freedom fighters outside his home.

My South Africa is the man who went to prison for 27 years and came out embracing his captors, thereby releasing them from their impending misery. It is the activist priest who dived into a crowd of angry people to rescue a woman from a sure necklacing. It is the former police chief who fell to his knees to wash the feet of Mamelodi women whose sons disappeared on his watch; it is the women who forgave him in his act of contrition. It is the Cape Town university psychologist who interviewed the 'Prime Evil' in Pretoria Centre and came away with emotional attachment, even empathy, for the human being who did such terrible things under apartheid.

My South Africa is the quiet, dignified, determined township mother from Langa who straightened her back during the years of oppression and decided that her struggle was to raise decent children, insist that they learn, and ensure that they not succumb to bitterness or defeat in the face of overwhelming odds. It is the two young girls who walked 20kms to school everyday, even through their matric years, and passed well enough to be accepted into university studies. It is the student who takes on three jobs, during the evenings and on weekends, to find ways of paying for his university studies.

My South Africa is the teenager in a wheelchair who works in townships serving the poor. It is the pastor of a Kenilworth church whose parishioners were slaughtered, who visits the killers and asks them for forgiveness because he was a beneficiary of apartheid. It is the politician who resigns on conscientious grounds, giving up status and salary because of an objection in principle to a social policy of her political party. It is the young lawman who decides to dedicate his life to representing those who cannot afford to pay for legal services.

My South Africa is not the angry, corrupt, violent country those deeds fill the front pages of newspapers and the lead-in items on the seven-o'-clock news. It is the South Africa often unseen, yet powered by the remarkable lives of ordinary people. It is the citizens who keep the country together through millions of acts of daily kindness.
My beautiful and diverse city - Johannesburg 

Charlize Theron 

Example of SA slang 


Popular SA beer 

Our beautiful wildlife  
Cape Town and Table Mountain - my favorite holiday spot 
What I feel I can truly say now
Lastly, I have never ever thought that I would want to get a tattoo but i recently saw Cara Delevignes tattoo under her foot ..
and i am seriously considering one day getting this - obviously saying MADE IN SOUTH AFRICA seeing as though I'm going to study overseas next year.

What are your thoughts? :)


Finding me

Bear with me here… I'm new at this :D
*deep breath*

I decided to start a blog for a multitude of reasons and at the same time not knowing a reason at all. But I'm about to enter the big wide world of the unknown and I thought that it would be quite nifty to sort of document and share and allow for others to laugh and learn from my mistakes and mishaps and adventures.

So.. who am I exactly? (good question :P)

This is a very intoxicated ad pissed off brunette me 


This is a happier, sober and blonde me :D 

As you can see I like all things girly and makeupy and stuff. 
But I like to think thats there is more to me than that. 

Things like art and travel and philosophy and parties and things :) 

So I invite you to join me on this adventure… I promise you it will be worth it and if anything a laugh :) 

“I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.”
- Herman Melville