Mandela Day - A Trip to Baphumalele

To celebrate Mandela Day and contribute our 67 minutes towards making the world a better place we spent the after noon at Baphumalele Children's Home in Khayelitsha.

This incredible home was started in the late 80s by Rosie Mashale. Along with a group of other women, she began looking after unsupervised children in Khayelitsha from her home. After just one week 36 children had joined.

Issue-Swap

Issues.

We all have them.

Some of them stem from nature, others from nurture (or the lack thereof). Some we stumble upon as little kids, others kick in as we get older. If you say that you have no issues, I say that I don’t believe you.

Now I don’t know if this little idea will work, but let’s see. It all stemmed from a tweet I wrote last night after giving away a prize on here. “I freaking love giving things away!” followed by “RT to stand a chance to win my issues”.

Competition: Tickets to The Insanity League

Whatever the genre, a night out to the theatre (cue visual of me in long gloves and a sparkly dress) is one of my very favourite things to do.

Computicket have been incredibly lovely and have offered me two tickets for myself and two tickets to give away to their new show, “The Rise of the Insanity League” conceptualised by and starring, Aaron McIlroy, Ben Voss and John van de Ruit (who wrote the Spud books)

But before I get to the competition details, here is a bit more about the show!
 

- The Rise of the Insanity League -

The show has been created as a sketch comedy show like no other, which bounces between both “sheer genius and rank stupidity”.
 

Aaron McIlroy and Ben Voss are joined by John van de Ruit, whose been off the theatre scene for 10 years. While I have found that sketch comedy (a show made up of a series of different scenes) can often be silly, this show promises to be “more than just a random selection of sketches - the team is preparing a comic study on insanity unlike anything ever seen on the stage in South Africa before”.

DOES THAT NOT SOUND MAJESTIC?!

Friday Procrastination #2

And here we are again for another installment of Procrastination Friday.

And: GO

1. Grumpy Cat Smiles.

Nuff said.

Ooops, your pen!s is showing.

Tattoos. We’ve all seen amazing ones. We’ve all seen hideous ones. I can kinda understand when someone gets a tattoo of a fairy on their lower back, thinking it is just grand. And then obviously lives to regret it. My theory is that they had an idea in their mind of this stunning, whimsical design, which turned out to be just an average trampstamp. What I don’t understand is this:

The Penis Tattoo

Friday Procrastination #1

Friday. Also known as, "I-can-do-this-work-on-Monday" day. My favourite day of the week. My very favourite day to procrastinate on. So, here is some procrastination for you.

My top 5 procrastinations under 30 seconds.

1. The bulldog who is scared of his own farts.

Get on my face, sunglasses.

I am very bad at looking after sunglasses.

I will ultimately sit or stand on them, so I have always bought el cheapos. Last year I bought a pair of Vogues from Sunglass Hut and for the first time I actually looked after them for a whole 18 months. When I know something costs more, I tend to be more responsible. Then one "fine" day in Cape Town, the wind blew them straight off my head and they were scratched revoltingly. I was going to take them back (I will get to why later) but then a week later I lost them. *cue wailing*

UNTIL TODAY! WOOT WOOT!

I was very lucky to win a competition from A Fashion Friend and Sunglass Hut. These lovely folks gave me R1000 to spend on a new pair of sunnies!

Why make an ad, when you can make a sexy ad?

Good morning and welcome to another edition of Shameless Self-Promotion! *crowd goes wild*

Working on the new Sissy Boy TV ad for 2013 was an absolute joy.

Sissy Boy have always used the line, "Love Yourself". Their past ad saw Candice Boucher strut through a club towards a hidden stranger. She ultimately leans up against a mirror and kisses her reflection.

The most disappointing birthday present in the world

I am a laat lammetjie. (Fact of the Day: that is pretty much the extent of my pathetic Afrikaans vocabulary, I blame growing up in Durban.) I have 6 nieces, 1 nephew, plus another boy/girl on the way.

The eldest are twin girls born on 25 June 2001. I was 13. Now don’t get me wrong, I have no idea what it is like to have a baby, and I can’t compare the love a mother must feel when she holds her child for the first time. But the first time I held these teeny tiny, wriggling humans, I instantly fell madly in love with them. I remember sitting there, watching their little chests rise and fall, unable to comprehend how it was possible to feel so much for someone you’d known for all of 5 minutes.

Ode to the Spambot

Ode to the Spambot 

by Kayli Vee Levitan 

O Spambot, on thine Twitter’s T.L, 

Ye stem from countries far and wide; 

From China, Mexico, and Kazakhstan thy dwell, 

With haste thou breaketh down thine pride. 

How not to be an asshole blogger that everyone hates

Dear bloggers of the world,

You guys are all important. Why? Because you inform opinions, change perceptions, and can actually make a real difference to people, clients, brands, AND THE WORLD! *cue applause*

This is a huge responsibility. But some just don’t take it seriously. And you know what that means? Since we are all (sadly) squashed under one general title – you make us ALL look bad.

So…

Stop judging. Start helping.

"Thinking Pretty" - Finalist in the SA Writers College Competition

Thinking Pretty

by Kayli Vee Levitan

I want one thing, and one thing alone. That man, sitting across the room.

I’ll admit it. I’ve started dressing differently. Skirt so tight, my thighs haven’t spent this much time squeezed together since I was 22. God, it’s been 16 years. I used a BIC pen to hold together my bun this morning, so I’d have an excuse to take it out, letting my hair gently topple to my shoulders - just like in those shampoo ads. I hope the black ink doesn’t stain my hair; it cost me a new washing machine! He always walks in after I’ve sat down, it’s a pity – I bought “sex shoes”, the kind that Mum wouldn’t be proud of. I had to sneak out of home early this morning so she wouldn’t notice them. I can imagine her 10c coin eyes, shrinking even further, as she judged her only daughter. These shoes look amazing, and I’m getting really good at walking in them.

Ya, I'm alive.

I haven't written in months and it's not because I forgot to, it's because shit has been buckwild.

Like, completely buckwild. Not "Oh deary me, look how busy I am as I visit friends and go to clubs and study a little and stuff", but completely and utterly crazy. Ie. Buckwild.

A lot has happened. Here is a list.

A LIST OF THING THAT HAVE HAPPENED:

Flying isn't always fun

The other day I officially went insane. I even started pulling out my hair - just so I could roll it into little balls that I shoved in my ears, to block the incessant drone I had to live through.

On my flight back to Cape Town there were two people sitting behind me who decided that they were besties. We had been flying for 1 hour and 34 minutes and they didn't keep quiet for more than 8 seconds. They weren't even talking quietly. You'd have thought that they were on opposite sides of the aisle, not 15cm apart.

It doesn’t help that the guy had the most nasal, whiny voice I've ever heard. He made Karen from Will and Grace sound like a gentle nightingale who could serenade you to sleep.