31 July 2012

A bit of good news

My lunchtime included this...

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 They like me they really like me! Hahahaha I simply had to do it. This is the highlight of my year, if not my life so far.
Will be sharing some visual stimulation from Feiyue very soon.

Lots of love from Jo'burg,
Noms.

This is so cool!

30 July 2012

I'll Love Rainbows Around you

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All things Mr P. I love me some Mr Price, though it doesn't love big girls. My camera also made my skirt go a bit purplish.

Love from Jo'burg,
Noms.

29 July 2012

Awkward Self-Portraits: Miss Burgundy and her things

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Mm-Pee-Wear knows nothing about good sides, but until I can organise a better tripod, she will have to do, won't she?
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27 July 2012

I don't know why anyone would love me but, I'd love you back if you did

For weeks now, I've seen a few people I know from the internet go on about  a brand ambassadorship for a shoe brand. I admit, it piqued my interest. As far as I can tell you get free shoes when chosen. The shoes look great, like the type of shoes you will go to every single place. I'm a sneaker person, just not moneyed enough to be instagramming picture of myself in all the latest designer ones.

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My Weavefreezone bracelet

Anyway.

I took the plunge and applied to be a Feiyue Custodian of Freedom. Mind you, all the people who'd been chosen are cool artistic types through whose tumblrs I scroll and mutter "I wish I had been there." The form required that you say why you're the one and why you should be chosen to be part of the Custodian crowd... Let me just tell you, I haven't learnt how to go on about myself and how great I may or may not be in a serious tone. I just can't. I find the whole thing pointless an ridiculous. All I ever have is "I'm Nomali and I'm from Soweto" sometimes I might add "I like to think in film plots and love movie lines" but that's about it. That's all people ever need to know as they will draw their own conclusions as to what kind of person I am (with or without my sales pitch.)

But I wanted those shoes. I want a global brand to say "Hi Nomali from Soweto, we think you're alright with your -- what was it? -- 150 Twitter followers and five blog readers. We know you only use a point-and-shoot to take your pictures but we just think all of your thrift finds and kinky hair would look great in our shoes. Nomali from Soweto, we like you."

I still had nothing that set me apart (okay in my head there's plenty that makes me as unique as a finger print but millions other people feel the same, which makes me similar to them.) I don't know if it was earlier that day or that week that I'd seen a blog (beautifully put together with a header (Heather hahahah) and everything. The blog person (blogger, is it?) had only posted about five posts. None of the images were hers and the only words were the posts' headings. The about page then went on to say "I'm open to sponsorships and brand reviews and ..." blah! She was open to sponsorships and reviews because she is such an expert and wonderful blogger with all her five blog posts! And what exactly would those brands be getting? Zero audience.

I convinced myself that I was by no means judging her  but was only reacting this way because I'm so quick to admit that I don't know much. That's how you learn, right? That I don't lay claims to any titles I cannot live up to. I was taken aback by her expectations though. She has no readership and no blogging but expects companies to pay for her opinion. I don't understand it. Maybe as Gen Y we are mad entitled. But I don't want to be like that, not really.
I'm the girl who's been so depressed since she got a full-time employment contract because though I don't mind the pay (I have a 15-year old to feed and clothe so ja) I quite often feel like  I don't deserve the money I'm getting, especially when I mess up. Yep, I'm hard on myself

I still needed to motivate why I deserved to be chosen. I chose to be honest. I did mention that I don't have much cultural impact and influence -- but I'm working on it -- and that there wasn't really anything special about me (no instagram pictures of my Feiyues) but I will wear them as often as I can.  That I will name-drop them to my 15 actual twitter followers and that's a niche. It's my Mad womanism, really. I Haven't mass appeal and I'm not a shaker at the right events and mover in the right circles but I would not mind a free pair of great shoes. That's all. I would love to get to a point in my life where I have a solid offering to propose to a company and the world.

Not really holding my breath.

Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

22 July 2012

Playing Nemo

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At the moment I'm feeling quite pensive and lost... Blah! There are a lot of dreams, hopes and wishes going on inside of me and prominent fear and worry that I'll never get any of this done. Issues of inadequacy are also taking their toll. My emotional state is just set on crap. A constant state of wondering if I can. Whether I have it in me, to do anything. If I'm worthy of happiness, success and inter-human connections and love. Anyway.

"I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater."

-Tablo

18 July 2012

What I do on Tuesdays and Thursdays

A wall treatment in one of the school's lobbies

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Starting the first week of June I have been enrolled for a copywriting short-course at the AAA School of Advertising. You have zero idea how most of me is psyched by this! How I tingle (no, not with fear of the student loan repayments) with joy every time I think of receiving a brief.

Here's a little history: When I was a few days shy of 17 and fresh out of high school I went to the school to find out about full-time courses. At the time a year's tuition cost something around R42,000.00. Money that I did not have, so I enrolled across the street to study advertising management. In all those friendless, mostly fun-free two years I would look across the road at the creative's haven that AAA seemed to be. I endured and graduated -- without actually attending the graduation ceremony -- and I received my paperwork.

In the middle of last year when I started looking for a job, I realised that though I liked ideas and had a proven record of daydreaming and hatching ideas, my Principles of Copywriting would not suffice in the creative department of an ad agency. And so began my quest to enroll for the short-course, at the same time I discovered I could not afford it. So I waited.

I reapplied this year, after one massive dash -- with the coolest bank consultant since the profession of bank consultancy was invented! -- I find myself doing one of the things I have wanted to do for a while. Every Tuesday and Thursday evening I make my way to get me some advertising magic. I know I am behind on deadlines and in a bit of a creative rut, that I complain about the cold and having to walk to the rank... But I'm happy.

This is me in all sorts of browns yesterday at The Factory:
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My clip-on earring
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Love from Jo'burg,
Noms.

16 July 2012

That One time an old beauty came by the factory

A while back this beautiful car came by the factory and all the women came out to have a look. Beautiful I tell you, even though I'm more of a VW Bug girl.

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Love me an experienced and classic machine (and man LOL, I kid)

Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

15 July 2012

I Want!

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I haven't been into a Mr Price store in weeks! Maybe even  in a whole month. I hate not having a car (or being able to drive) the thought of shuffling around in taxis in this cold makes me sick. I wish we had buses like Durban. Taxis are mostly the reason I've been bunking class, it's too cold to be walking to a taxi rank 15 minutes away at night.

Anyway.

I saw this on the Mr Price website yesterday, it's their new limited edition range in association with Mister Trickett. I want this blazer. I also wouldn't mind the model. The other day Bobby (of Bobbylicious) said something about denim shirts with elbow patches.

I wish I knew how to drive and had a jalopy to drive.


Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

14 July 2012

The Black Widow Spider Alliance

I LOVE survivor! If you don't know that about me then you are either not me or don't follow me on Twitter. I've mean't to write this post for a while but I got lazy. On this past Monday's Survivor episode Heroes vs Villians Jeff congratulated Parvati and Amanda on being the first two castaways to play a 100 days of the game. Go girls!

Both women, as every seasoned Survivor fan would know were part of the Micronesia women's alliance that saw the most brilliant (on the women's part) and stupid (on that kid Erik's part) move ever played on Survivor.

I was disappointed but TJ's stupidity in giving Russell the idol, but I was not moved one bit by it. Maybe it's the fact that they chucked my girl Steph out or the fact that good old boy James was acting like he was on the worst kind of steroids... Anyway, this post is not about how disappointed I am in Heroes vs Villains.

It's about my gurls from Micronesia!
My earliest memory of Natalie, the woman in charge (Parv was just pretender to the throne) is when they were standing in pouring rain and that woman (Leslie?) wanted to quit. The was a brief shot of Natalie crouched in that orange dress of hers. The very dress that looked like it smelled like dung crap! I think she did off camera commentary on why waste time going onto the show when you know you have a lot of quitter in you.

My all time favourite (at the time) Eliza had fallen for Ozzy's stick idol and her demise was cruel. I loved watch Ozzy and James go. I loved their reaction to the biggest most *laughs then looks at computer screen wistfully* game changing move.

Cirie, the best smooth talker the game has ever seen had a little chat with old boy Erik. Convinced him that the women wanted to trust him and all he had to do was show that he trusted them by giving his immunity to sweet Natalie who was the one having issues trusting Erik.


Inevitably it came that the powerful foursome (Cirie, Natalie, Amanda and Parvati) had to turn on each other and scramble for the top it wasn't pretty to watch.

These women make up some are my favourite coach patato-ing Suurvivor-loving memories.

Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

5 July 2012

I'm a Cosby...

This is part of the latest STRATAFORDS loot. Well, obviously this particular jersey is not for sale because it's all mine... Hehehe. Somehow I'm not phased by the fact that the shop has only sold one item because what people don't buy I will wear myself. All my faces in these pictures are weird, not the kind of weird that I love. I really wish there were two of me, just for the picture taking. So coming up in the shop, jerseys and cardigans.


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Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

3 July 2012

Why Not: 20 before 21

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Let it be noted that I have less than six months until I turn 21 *groan* and I've put together a list of 20 things I would like to do and achieve before then... I'm not good at lists or keeping to them.... Here it is:


  1. Go dancing.
  2. Take more pictures.
  3. Blog at least three times a week *snigger*.
  4. Make dates with Mphiwe.
  5. Write letters to Khaya.
  6. Write.
  7. Do a proper outfit post (HAHAHAHAHA)
  8. Make a friend.
  9. Get a bigger place.
  10. Start the camera fund.
  11. Acquire said camera (though this is not likely)
  12. Start cooking more.
  13. Start a fitness programme.
  14. Get my Learner's license.
  15. Learn to ride a bike.
  16. Get started on my Youtube series idea.
  17. Do better at my job.
  18. Go to a concert.
  19. Cut down on sugar.
  20. Get my piercings.

I realise that some of these aren't easy to tick of as they are continuos  in nature... Ah well.

Love from Jo'burg,
Noms.

2 July 2012

I fucks with Beth!

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Love from Jo'burg,
Noms

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