ok so ya i thought i'd do this long blog about all the lessons ive learnt in first year, before i say gudbye to my baby ( my computer) but before I get there i need to tell you something that has really been evident in the last week. Don't study alone with boys ever ever ever.... Much akwardness is the only result so this is post no.1 in the series of lessons from first year

Um ya :(

So right , ive established that bloggin once a week does not make me a bad blogger , in fact , it makes a me a great blogger cos i'm regular like that special k ad is always sayin i shud b . n by now sum of u r lyk wat how cud she , but u know wat i don't mind bcos as part of my not quite new years , new years resolution , i aim to be completely and totally real on my blog. What that means is that i'll say how i feel even if the people i'm feelin about read my blog . the reason 4 this courage is probably because i'm goin to texas so non of my texan friends will read my blog and therefore , i can tell all . But ya today was a saddish day because it was my last sunday at my grahamstown church for a while and I was like aaaah noooooooooooooo . but ya c'est la vie. It was also the last time I saw my bestset friend Cristie for the next nine months :( [ insert picture here]

so ya , sadness. Me n cris hav had a crazy year of gettin to know each other its been intense n great n cool. aaaaah ( sigh) life is nt gna b as fun without her :( bt ya i don't know . I want to go ,but i'm also like aaaah !!! but i'm also like i need to leave grahamstown so i can learn how to be again and just be free from public expectation of who chipo should be . But ya its cool and great and scary . On a fun note, this weekend / week was not all sadness and i was a reindeer ot the churches christmas party here are some photo's for your personal comic relief :

I'm from the k-dorp

so now that we've established that i'm a bad blogger , i feel mininimal guilt when i don't blog for days ( no that's actually a lie, i feel bad really bad but a girl must try to keep up her spirits ). lolness no , for serious now as an attempt to make up for my bad behaviour I will entertain you with a few of my stories.
Now my girl friends (friends who are girls ) know some of my stories and know that when i tell a story there's generally atleast a gud 5 seconds of entertainment value when u look back on it and see how " special" i am, lol. But the stories i'm goin to tell you today are stories about a little town called Krugersdorp where I'm from. The K-dorp is a town on the outskirts of Johannesburg , one of South frica's biggest cities. And it's a town full of interestingness. named after one of the "greatest" Afrikaaner presidents the K-dorp is the kinda town that attracts its fair share of Afrikaaner white supremecists who believe that that all black people should die . It's great. In fact we are famous for our assasins ( a Krugersdorp resident was implicated in the assasination of Chris Hani http://www.jrnyquist.com/may14/an_assassination.htm ) Our animal cruelty ( students of Krugersdorp Highschool threw blue spray painted chickens off a second story balcony , to see if they could fly )and the satanic killing of students
http://www.mg.co.za/article/2008-08-18-krugersdorp-school-rocked-by-satanic-killing .

Aside from that Krugersdorp also has a very prominent racist culture where you can be called easy to offend when say that you find talk of "the good old days of apartheid " from the pulpit offensive. It is also commonplace to be called a kaffir ( if you are black ) in Krugersdorp.Two of the most prominent incidences in my personal memory book are
1) The time when I was walking to the gym from school one day and was accosted by an Afrikaaner youth who screamed Kaffir Bitch as we shared the road.
2) A personal favourite of mine however,was on the morning after our matric dance a friend's mother was driving us to our Breakfast when a taxi driver did one of those annoying things that taxi drivers generally do , like turn without indicating and my friends mother exclaimed " Bloody Kaffir!" only to then remember that there was a black person in the car with her. It was great, as she tried to explain how she "didn't hate black people or think about black people like that" but that he was an unruly driver and in some way deserved the title.

My no1 favourite story from the farm is the time when my church group got together a group of young people to play a game of 30 seconds . Now that day was one of those days when i decided to take initiative and make an effort with my appearance past the normal because well there was this guy that i sort of had a thing for, but only because he was the only non- brother ( in the sense that i was way to close to any of the other guys to actually like them like them) . Any way so we got paired on a team n i was like yes ,time to rock my pretty.The game started and it was going pretty well until my partner got the card black monday. For clarity sake i will explain that on that particular day i was wearing black trousers , black shoes, a black jersey and had black hair. So anyway , we were in the heat of the game tryin to get all the points before ou thirty seconds was up and he said , "what's the day before Tuesday ?" and i was like "Monday " and then he said ( this moment sorta goes into slow motion in my brain) Bloooghg bllo ( slow motion sound effects ) , "What are you ?" and i was like " Black" , it didn't click to me at first, but then the room went quiet. And I was like Omigosh , Omigosh , after years of goin to this church and interacting with these people that's all I am , that's all I am , THE BLACK GIRL( all in my head of course). He sorry , i laughed and said it was ok and conversation nervously picked up again, but up to today and probably for the rest of my life it remains a moment i'll remember.

The really sad part of that story was that the first thing that popped into my head was black as opposed to the multitude of other things i could have thought of , the first thing I thought was black . But i guess thats the product of bein the burban ( Suburban ) black girl in the K-dorp. Another product of this burbaness was that at this , like many other functions , I was the only black person there, which sorta explains the rest of the room goin quiet. Cos in South Africa we have this odd sort of thing we do, where we pretend that race doesn't exist when in the back of our minds its one of the first things we judge people by.

so ya if I happen to be a lil odd sometimes and slightly militant , please remember that I'm from Krugersdorp . I would like to say in its defense however, that the K-dorp isn't all racist and that it does have some nice people and some good times and maybe i'll tell you some of those stories on another day when i've nbeen a particularly bad blogger.

P.S. Sorry this was so deep and intense
P.P. S. I'm really not that bitter
P.P.P.S Ok mayb i'm a lil bitter

list of cool things n random stuff in my life

ok so its official , im way bad at bein a good blogger. but i still love u n now hav more interestingnessess to tell u. well no1 is that ive been accepted to gon on an excahnge program to Baylor University in Waco Texas, random place right . But ya so im waitin on the Lord that I may get my visa in time and ya. No. 2 , i no longer really like linguistics , i think my mum prayed my enjoyment of it away bt ya , no ling 4 me nxt year bt i will takin Maths , politics , economics and _____________ ( an empty space any ideas ?) im thinkin mayb dance bcos i LOVe to dance n that brings us to ( drum roll pls )No. 3. Um well as i love to dance and am goin to America and there is this show called So You think You can Dance and the auditions are gonna b about two weeks after i get to the states and i think i wud like to audition just to find out if ppl who dance think i can dance and to discover whether i shud pursue my dream of becomin a dancer or if i shud become a mathematician politician world something or other. And last but not least, i discovered that i have a vry traditional African view when it comes to eye contact , so i get vry flustered when people look into my eyes because i dnt believe in lookin into peoples eyes unless u know them really really well, it was interestin to discover. And now that i have learned to add pictures i will show you one of me with some people i did a dance with earlier on in the year.

I just had one of the most awesome days eva ,it was ridiculously amazin n a ridiculously phenom part of a fantabulous weekend it was sooo great . today was my 18th b-day party , im nt 18 yet and wont be til dec 11 but i had a party anyway cos my bdays in the holi's n i wudnt hav had it with all my friends if i'd waited . it was such fun , we had a colonially lovely themed tea-party , not many people got the theme ryt though but that was ok cos the party was great anyway . God is amazin and brings joy in2 our lives when we least expect it , wow God is just sooooooo GOOD, its amazingly phenomenally wonderful and ya... yesterday was my sister's 21st party and it was alos fake cos her bdays on the 23rd of nov , but wow it was great , this weekend was great and ya , wow wow wow. oh n 4 the first tym there's sum photos. yayness. oh n im smilling so hard my cheeks hurt. oh my party is the one where im wearin the crown.

Oh n i almost 4got but not really cos it was in my head , i have phenomenal friends, they r really great and essentially rock sox. ok must now sleep. Mwaaah world . xoxox

i too am an idiot

So remember h0w my last blog was on how not to be an idot. um i think i need to learn how to take my own advice. cos at this mo im nt quite sure bt i think i went on a date unintentionally. aaarg i feel like such an idiot n rather rather ok really really sorry 4 venting at my boys cos i sorta jus did wat they did . aaarg. wat i said still holds true , its jus that its nt as clear cut and easy as i'd like it to be. so here's me saying i'm sorry and that i too am an idiot in need of sum help.

How not to be an idiot

Alryt so last nyt i had this major venting moment n i typed out a blog. n i was like ok ,wait a second, calm youreself, im probably being mean and over reacting and ya anyway how do i know that nobody tells guys theses things so i left it. Only to have a day where some guy was a major idiot to a bestest of myn , he sorta 4got to think about wat he sid and was damaging so now i decided , my boys obvoiusly need to hear this , and here's what i stopped myself from sayng yesterday.

A friend of mine and I had a really awesome lunch today and in that lunch we decided that our church needed a relationship course similar to that of HP ( a pentecostal church in the area). we decided that our course would be in two parts , How not to be Baptist boy and How not to be idiot. This got me thinking ,later on when i was talking to a different friend and expounding on the general innappropriateness/ oddness of boys. And we were like why don't they get it ? Only to realise that boys and girls have very different perspectives and roles to play in society and also that guys aren't taught like girls to protect their christian family of the opposite sex. By that i mean; as a girl it's drummed into your head from the time you become a teenager that you need to dress modestly so as to not lead your brothers into sin, you are then taught the appropriate ways of male and female contact so as not to cause any broken legs( stumbling).

However,it does not seem as though boys are taught the reverse of these skills, such as how to guard your sisters heart so that she doesn't fall and i know i have a blog on this already ,but i don't care because every day i'm confronted with how boys don't get the need to protect other peoples feelings e.g a guy likes a girl and does not tell her as he is "waiting on the Lord," not realising that when you like someone it's not all about you and that someone else's feelings are involved and that someone else is getting hurt .i'm not saying don't wait on the Lord , but i do believe that we often use that as an excuse to not do what we're called to do AND hows about waiting on the Lord together with the other person cause i really don't see how a relationship can be ruined if you're like "hey, i think i have feelings for you , but i'm not sure what God is saying so could you pray about it too" sure there will probably be that initial akwardness ,but in the long run you'll be better off cause you dealt with the issue as opposed to pretending it does not exist. And now for the people you don't like , girls don't only cover up to protect those they like they cover up to protect everyone. And boys should do the same, keep themselves towards themselves unless they intend on declaring not so spontaneous declarations of undying love.

So ok i have now vented and am now at peace , but seriously people,lets try to look out for someone else's interests and protect someone else from falling. I would also like to add that i do know that there a vast no. of guys who attempt to care and a vast no. of girls who don't so this isn't one- sided .

oh and by the way , this is in a distinctly christian context.

so um ya

so i know it's been a wyl since i did this cos my computer can't remember the address, im sorry . But now we're back in full force because i'm about to get stressed and stress leads to rather largeish bursts of emotion which generally lead to blogs ( a girl needs venting space )
but ya um.
Oh today , i was chilling with a bestest of myn and i was venting ( ok so mayb a girl needs more than 1 place to vent) abut the dramaticness of the year and the general awkwardness of being me when dumdididum we started talkin about how sometimes we say one thing and do something completely different in our own lives. N this got me thinking, about how often am i like that and what does that say about me? We usually lable people who do stuff like that as hypocrites ,but if we take a closer look we see they're just peopl being peopl, trying to live out this high ideal tha's sumtyms unattainable but ya
it got me thinking

hartseer= heart sore=sad

i dnt know what it is but it seems this world is going crazy, no actually , its that i'm only re-realising how sad it is now. recently there've been these crazy attacks on christians in india and thats jus heart breaking . but wats even worse is that there was this old man who was forced to convert to hinduism by a violent and angry mob and what he said was that he wasn't goin to change his faith bcos he was born a christian. and thats sad because u can't be born a christian bcos christianity isn't a culture ur born into but a personal choice a decision made of your own free will to follow the One TRUE Saviour. and that myt sound offensive but its true and with all that i am thats wat i believe . so it saddens me greatly wen the most the most important decision of ur life is reduced to the genetic lottery cos thats not how it works ....

Please don't make me do this

DISCLAIMER: this contains possibly unconventional and biased opinions , so i'd love for you to say something if you think differently or agree

Awryt, well today ws a day that i decided to fritter away my time i bunked few lectures and sort of just chilled. Before you think i'm wasting this golden oppurtunity to learn and grow , i'd like to let u know that it was merely my way of breathing after a super crazy week of 4 tests in 2 days ( God was super AMAZING every step of the way.)
oh ya back to the story, in this time i happened to meet a goodish guy friend (the goodish quantifies the friendship by the way n not the guy) n we chilled . N he told me about this girl who is super in ....um ... i think i'd saycrush with him . n he was like i dnt know why and i realised that it's time someone shared with the boys how they happen to make us fall in luv with them ( so next time you're not totally surprised when you find out one of your female friends is sprung (hip hop term for googly eyed)

um ok this is quite revealling but here goes in attempt to save you from awkward situations ,

you always touch us now you might be going huh , but when a guy keeps touching a girl outside of the hello and goodbye hugs a girl starts to wonder , unless of course you touch everyone all the time.

you take special notice of things that she wears , that guys generally don't notice , like when she's had an inch trimmed off her hair.

You pay her special attention in conversation

You overcare by that i mean you make overly sincere apologies when you think u've hurt our feelings , again this does not apply if you're like this with everyone

you do the deep soulful stare into the eyes when making conversation

you care about how she'd like her ideal guy to be like e.g
"i love books and if i date any1 they have to love reading"
guy replies " i love books , i read all the time." ( could just be that he innocently likes to read , but then is not the time it bring it out )

You could just be too nice and lovely cos that is a major leg breaker ( broke it when they fell for you )

Touching , lets go back to touching chipo's fool-proof rule guaranteed to diminish your casualty factor is A. reduce touching of girls outsyd hello's and good bye's , seriously.

and now you might be wondering why would i want to reduce my chick- factor. But if you're a good guy and especially if you're a christian guy you're called to be gentleman and to protect a ladies honour. The best way to do that would be to guard her heart becasue i'm sure you wouldn't want a bride who's scarred because she accidentally fell for someone whilst waiting for you.


And wait b4 you get any ideas , no i am not in love nor am i heartbroken , but i have been and jus thinking about that poor girl today made me think i oughta tell you guys.

God consumes me in a way that is yes

The other day i was in a lecture and started doodling hearts and flowers. now this scared me a bit because i doodle those when i'm in lyk/crushing on someone. n i was lyk wait , but who am i in love with? and i started listening to the lecture again and forgot about it . Until sometime later there i am doodling again and im lyk what ? whats going on ? and then i tried to think back to what i was thinking about when i doodled and i realised it was a praise song and it was lyk OH , Oh, i think i'm in love with Jesus ( JC). i mean i'd been praying to fall in love with Him for a long time , but i wasnt expecting it and then BAM here it is i'm in love.

And its amazing, it's better than any other kind of love i've felt before. that kind of love was consuming but not in a good way, you got distracted in the middle of a test thinking about something stupid like his smile (true story , aarg the shame), you fell hopelessly and deeply for some1 who didnt really care at all and invested yourself way 2 much ( again true story and again the shame). But this time it's different because He loves me way more than i could ever love Him , His love is not mutually exclusive therefore loving Him doesn't mean loving any1 else less or doing anything else worse , because to love Him is to honour Him in every aspect of my life. it means being the me that He intended me to be , using all the talents that He equipped me with. So now like a song am consumed and like a poem it is in a way that is yes

hello moto me world

Yay , i have blog , i have blog , whoot whoot , part Ay ( u know that thing before Part B). Any way right i will try to be serious for just a little bit and use realish English for today. i'm sure you're wondering about the name well it's something that i say , not the smooshy part but the monkey-cow part. It's a term of endearment for some-one who's lovely ,but is just being a silly head in the moment . And the smooshy bit is well just to bring across that sense of cuddleness that's me . I have snugggleness factor of ten according to some and an amazing touchability theory that i'll tell you about later , but 4 now i am your smooshy cow-monkey / monkey-cow.
xoxox