This is a tribute...yeah...aaaaalroyt...

Its a been a good year. This is my second to last day in my blessed room: Adamson 45. The view from my window is as spectacular as ever. The cursed, but sometimes quite pretty "cotch-creek" is adding to the quiet nature sounds that manage to drift past my ugly white burglar guards.

My room is all packed up and many of my friends are gone. This is definately the end of what I call an "era". Euan and I am been across from eachother. Room 44 & 45 is like the catch-phrase of so many people's university carreers so far, that it's crazy. Seriously it has been amazing here for the last three years and it will be a super-ultra-change moving into digs with people that aren't Adamson homies.

Right now this type of thinking cannot make me feel sad. I am so incredibly excited to hit the green midlands of Natal and the quaint valley, quilted with farms, that I call my home, I am unable to be in the least bit depressed. My next post will probably be from that place called Valhalla farm. Named after the heavenly feasting place of the Viking gods.

Ha ha...Last one

In a few minutes I must go and write my last exam. I can't wait to see what miracle God is going to hook up for me this time. So instead of chililng with my notes until the very last moment I am listening to the Narnia CD and probably one of Steven Curtis Chapman's greatest songs he will ever do...aside from his wonderful christmas melodies cd he just released...heh heh.

The sunset was awesome last night. There are few things in life more important than taking timeout to appreciate this. Life vicariously though me, people. (ps: forgive the poor resolution of this pic)

Everyone who looks dumb

Often I see these guys on the internet who dress up like ninjas and look like complete idiots.

The last stretch.

So I have been living a life of questing. Questing is a thing my friend DK enlightened me to. This is a time in your life where you realise you don't really know what going on. So you chill, listen to music have time alone, perhaps write a bit. God eventually tells you whats going on if you listen, or at least he gives you some clues as to which way to point yourself.

I spent a night away on a farm with some friends and it was very nice. *content sigh* It was perfect farm time. Sweltering heat in the day, arb things breaking, good food and good friends were topped off by a bright moonlit night. The best part was when the moon broke away from the horizon. The redclouds still clung to it but eventually it rose up into its cold blue illumination. Spent some good time under the stars but no actual tea outside.

THe discovery of the Thousand Foot Krutch website that has 6 free songs on it, made me happy today. Its worth watching the flash intro with the girl stepping out of the desert into the forest. (click there, do it, do it.)

This is where I'm going.
My sister posted here for the first time ever, yay, what a lovely girl. She posted under the horse picture if you want to check it out. The term comes to a sad end now as the few of us left push through our last few papers. Friends begin to leave for the vacation and dining hall attendance gets steadily thinner. I will be a good holiday and I can't wait for my road-trip. (ps. that pic is another example of kieffishfoto)

should I do a handstand?

Its sooo late...Just got back from the Monument (why do I go there). My milk is finished, I have no more kitkats and all I have left are Mactavishes. On the positive side the lighting is low and warm, I am relaxed and happ, and I am gonna wake up late this morning.

I had a wonderful day. This day heralds a eight-day break and I celebrated with some friends for tea and a movie at 10:30. This movie called Kung Fu Hustle. I don't know what to say about the movie. It was completely wierd and 100% unexpected. I say watch it, but do not expect anything. I think I liked it because it did what it wanted and in the end there was plenty of kung-fu. I would love people to watch it and tell me what they think, then I would judge their characters and pronounce the place in my life. One of my best kung-fu masters in the movie was this sleepy guy who would suddenly be next you, with his arm around you and wielding a lazy smile. ha ha ha...quite funny.

Oh and how can I forget the main highlight of my day. My farm was made famous by Natalie Sturgeon with her pic that was labelled "Wellington Boots," on the BBC website. It also had a small caption. Beautiful.Fish's Pic Link Click the blue button number 2. Those are my steps where I walk and sometimes tripped.

A phase ya.

Urgh...I have an exam tomorrow that is far too hectic. Journ went super-well for me yesterday and I can't wait till Friday and my 8 day break. I managed to have some chill time with friends, first with Flame in various places then with a while clan up at the monument, last night and it was really good.

One problem with ninja senses is that underlying tensions and other subtle things are clear to you and sometimes I feel ignorance would be bliss. "With great power comes great responsibility." Its such a short post, I feel inadequate, JOKES. Perhaps this little guy who I stole of deviantart will make u happy a bit, click him.

candles and quill pens.

Let me rant on about my life for a little bit, maybe later I will talk about something other than myself. Well I have always thought that following ones dream was a bit of a silly thing and possibly a fantasy with an end that was impossible to reach. Then, a while back, I realised that my Dad had wanted to farm ever since he was a little kid on the little, new and sort of underdeveloped, farm that my Grandad worked with.

My Dad now owns the farm he once lived on and the one next door, that my line originally settled on six generations back incidentally. He has worked the land and sweated many a day to increase the productivity by factors his Father only dreamed of. I believe that God put that desire and skill in my Dad and he has multiplied it.

I have always wanted to be a writer. Ever since my grade 2 teacher told me she liked my pirate story and that I had a good imagination. Since then I have always wanted to be able to write something that someone can "slip into and become part of," (Quote lovely friend, 2005). Sitting on the Mullins field the other day, staring into the southern horizon decked with the blackest cloud, I realised that I was in my third year of English and Journalism and further on my way to becoming a writer than I ever thought I'd be. Ha ha...a cheesy dreams can come true post. Hope you guys can stomach me but I get happy sometimes. I feel love for my friends and family and God right now.

(ps:Thanks for the tractor pic fish lady)

Jonathan.

Sometimes what we reach for seems like it could burn us.

I'm not talking about stupid people trying to touch fire and lightbulbs. I was thinking more about the idea of risking your neck for something amazing. There's plenty of amazing stuff that God has put within our reach or, at least, His reach compensates for our lack thereof. Sometimes we should just reach, perhaps God will be with us.

Since I wrote this my brother lit a glass thing and then put his hand on it...ha ha ha...burnt hand. I also spent some time in the last few days watching lightning and thriving of real solid rain that. Some of my friends were still outside when the hail happened also....ha ha ha. welted.

I also think that everyone who knows me should read the lyrics to a song by a band called Ash...its my life in a nutshell. NUTSHELL. click that link if you care. Actually not my life because that song leaves out other stuff like: Jesus and the other less important things from there. Flip. I was acting the fool this evening outside the dining hall and I hurt my knee. Its sore. I thought running with palm tree leaves was bibilical...didn't feel that holy when I hit the bricks.

Ps: Big journ exam coming up. So throw a prayer for me before Wednesday.

Wolves and life...

Ahhh gosh. I have nothing to say today. Let me upload a picture or something and you can enjoy that. My cousin, Charl says that I blog for maybe 6 out of 7 days that I stay in PE and that I never talk to him. He's lying and I made this picture of him because his second name means wolf. There are real wolves in Tsitsikamma but only because they were imported in order to breed a race of savage guard hounds. Unfortunately they were to savage and the government was forced to hire a team feral specialists to tame them and stop them from destroying entire villages. One feral specialist managed to tame the largest wolf, a wolf called Guré. They became a team and fought crime side-by-side. Jokes, but they did have to put a stop to the breeding program. click the pic if you care.

I also found this awesome picture on deviantart where, I must confess, I get lots of these pics.It reflects my life.

Day today.

This picture is for my sister, TK, though she may not ever read this thing. Love you lots. I guess things are great now. I have time to do this but also put in quite a few hours of work a day, not to mention the quality time with God and Josh Harris (which I just mentioned). It is possible to get rather keenly involved in the stuff one studies, it's almost as though you can stir up passion for most things if you try.I dig that(plus its your future). I do not, however, dig hearing Miss Aguilera tell me about how she is able to perspire until her raiments are no longer arrayed about her. Urghhh...

On a more positive note the new Zorro is coming out. Yeah I reckon that he is definitely a variant of my ideal ninja. His Horse-mastery is yet another skill that I thrive off and it could definitely be part of a ninja's portfolio. Not to mention his immaculate manners and top-notch chivalry. I could definitely be him...but I don't like deserts.

Oh and my silly cousins put this in my bed. I don't know what to do next I don't think Jordan would even do this stuff. Oh and exciting news guys they are thinking of making that "island" just off the PE coast into a comedy island. They are calling it the Stopforth Isle, a complete Island for clowns and comedians. (See if you can spot the super-complete-lie on this page)

Studying now

I am studying now. I also studied last night, thats when I took this picture. My studying as you can see has caused me to become enlightened and I am a better person in many ways. I also had the privelege of waking up at 6:30 this morning to start my quest for diligence and mental discipline. I haven't had much milk but I think thats alright for now. I do miss all the people from my Town, even Korean as feral as he is. I hope everyone reads Proverbs 10:5, realises "He who gathers crops in summer is a wise son, but he who sleeps during harvest is a disgraceful son" (ladies this applies to the daughters also) and works hard.

I have the pleasure to be sharing my family here with a new cousin that I may have mentioned before. His name is Charl. I threw wooden spoons at him this morning after he slid a banana (piesang) through my door. What would you have done in a situation like that?

Well the rain has stopped in PE and no doubt in Grahamstown as well. Even so I feel it was rather nice sitting in the sun reading the first 150 stanzas of Faerie Queene this morning. I must return to mental ploughing of the fields of text upstairs in my warm, incandescently glowing, bedroom.

Study break.

I am off on a study break in a few hours. Going to hit PE with full force and a paper trail of note. I love PE, mainly because of my family there. The wind is a bit annoying. ---------------(wow that just happened because I hit my keyboard onto my desk with my knee...wierd). Church was awesome today, apart from wonderful words that struck deep resonating chords in me, God was definitely there amongst us. Very comforting. It is always good to see the lovely people in my life together as a family.
It is still raining outside. It's far to cosy in my room right now, with my Tetleys tea and the sound of the rain on the roof. There is also something cosy about just putting my thoughts (silly as they can be) down somewhere. All I need now is a fireplace and ....well...let me say a good book, thats safe. heh heh.

Played squash today with one new ninja-brother of mine, Dylan, the guy is in Grade 11 and he detroyed me. Humility is a beautiful thing, but being a brother and having more siblings is also beautiful.

I am going to PE so I will now finish my milk, then drift to sleep on a cosy cloud of the raining sounds that that filter through my burglar guards.

O Brother thou art here.

My Brother and I, Every Nation Leadershipi celebration. It was a good night and we all EN-Joyed. Mainly my brother was there and we got into some photos. Unfortunately no photo will ever be able to capture the essence of our most super-complete brotherhood. There is no one in the world who I would prefer to have living in res with me and living in life with me.

As you can see we are connected on a level beyond all others. A phrase common to me and my brother is "my mind is your mind", this is because we understand eachother on most levels. Once a large pale midlands farmer flicked his hand,revolver-shaped, nonchalantly in the direcion we were driving and we have never stopped laughing.

I would also like to discourage anyone from being fake or trying any chracter illusion techniques around us. We are both endowed with what I call "Shin'en Joukei," basically deep-sight. We will see straight through you and your motives. Our skill levels are beyond.

Sorry digression there Uhhh I awoke to rain this morning and am set on the fact that God did that on purpose so that I can have a great day/week. A great friend of mine said this to me "La pluie chante au matin" it means "rain sings in the morning". Thanks Tara Aine.

Good day to you all.

Life and times of Absolute twitch

This has been a rather grand week. Flip. Where to start. I got milk. but let me start with the weather. I was well-blessed by the weather this last Sunday. The atmosphere was intense and the clouds had gathered like tons of marmite, but in varying shades of gray. I strolled down campus in the gathering storm to find myself deserted by my appointment.

As I waited to see what would happen, anticipated, the clouds broke and warm rain, subordinate to old man thunder and the spark-sprites of lightning, fell pleasantly and cooled Grahamstown for a few minutes. I tried to throw my faith in with the elements and call forth more rain and thunder but God made me patient.

The first few storms were small but that afternoon as I returned from an arbitrary cadburies/nestle reconnaisance with binx a few hail-stones fell and I herded us onto the Great Hall verandah. Torrid drops greyed the sky in a matter of seconds and we waited out the downpour. It was glorious.

Other great things occurred. But the milk you see here framéd was a gift to me by none other than Miss Penny Stopforth. Many have brought me milk and to them I am grateful. Now I have the time to photograph it and give honour where it is due. Milk is love and I feel special. sorry long post but the pics are nice. click them.