jessica

lion-hearted girl.

these are some photographs that i took of my dear friend, minki. the purpose of these were for her art project but i decided that some were just too yum and needed to go on my blog. i entitled thi post, "lion-hearted girl" because it takes guts to sit there exposed, literally and physically, with a HUGE camera in your face,ten centemetres away and still be able to exude a sense of tranquility and in some way, honesty.

thank you my dear friend, you have created a hunger for portraits in my life that i cannot wait to feed. i love you.  Maggie and Bobo.

Words and Sounds: The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Creator: The Script

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand

Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am

 

 Some try to hand me money, they don't understand

I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man

I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do

How can I move on when I've been in love with you

 'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

 So I'm not moving

I'm not moving

my favorite

Policeman says son you can't stay here

I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year

Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows

If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving

I'm not moving

I'm not moving

I'm not moving

 

 People talk about the guy

Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa

There are no holes in his shoes

But a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved

And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news

And you'll come running to the corner

'Cause you'll know it's just for you

 

 

 I'm the man who can't be moved

I'm the man who can't be moved

Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet

Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street

 

So I'm not moving

('Cause if one day you wake up, find that you're missing me)

I'm not moving

(And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be)

I'm not moving

(Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet)

I'm not moving

(Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street)

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Adwoa Boateng Ofori-Amanfo.

My Mummy
if words could convey the amount of love that i have for my mother, i really would be sitting here through the wee hours of the night. i decided to write this post because i really do love her, so much. i just find it so hard to find the words that encompass the complete adoration that i have for her.

my mother is by far the most self sacrificing person i have ever come to know in my mere almost eighteen years of life. she is the one person i know who will love me endlessly for eternity, regardless of my mistakes. 

my mother (and father) have never demanded a certain standard of me and for that i will always be grateful for. my mum has always told me that, "giving of your best is the most that you will ever be able to give, whether it be an A,B,C,D or E, and that is all i want at the end of the day, your best".

thinking back now, i suppose i only came to know my mum last year or so. i say this because before then, she was kinda just my mother who did things, but now i know her pet peeves, i know what humours her and what saddens her... i know more about my mum now than i ever have and i think that it's made me a better person. "meeting" my mother has been a gift because to not only know but also be surrounded by someone who has that pure of a heart, that warm of a smile that radiates happiness, that pure of a soul, can only strive towards becoming a better you. she irritates me and nags about the silliest of things but nothing in the world would make me change any aspect of her. it's taken time to appreciate the signiture traits of her personality: the way she confuses "he" and "she', the way she stops telling you a story half way through, the way she starts telling you her thought process in fragments and lastly, the way she wants to have a full on conversation when you say, "night mummy, i'm off to bed" or even worse, when you're dozing off.

Jay, thank you for being such a beautiful person to me. i wish that you could read this one day without me showing it to you. you are so beautiful in every shade and the love you have showed me will beat in me forever <3
may God bless you.

i think i will go cuddle with my mum now, goodnight/early morning all (00:19)

look deeper with clean eyes.

we went on a History/Geography tour yesterday in Soweto. we went to Carlton Centre, Hector Pieterson Museum and some other important place that I can't remember.

at this important place that I can not remember, there was this little boy. the sight of him just broke my heart because he is so small, with tattered shoes and clothing, but that wasn't what got me all choked up. the look on his face, the fixed expression of it was a frown of some sort. he's so small and who the hell knows what the future holds for this little boy. who the heck knows? i suppose that i could be exaggerating the look on his face but that is just the way that i soaked it in.



my favorite <3



this is another little nana who saw me taking pictures of the boy and kept hanging around me. she wouldn't smile for me, or maybe i just couldn't take it quick enough but she has a beautiful smile.

and lastly, i swear that this man is made out of rubber. this is definately something that you had to see in real life to understand the freakyness of it all.

i think that i just want to make a point and say that no matter what area you are in, every place has so much beauty in it if you just forget all the theories linked to it, if you look at things in a nother way, if you just take the time to clear you head and look deeper with cleaner eyes. there is so much darn beauty everywhere... if you're lucky enough, you'll be able to not only see it but FEEL it.