Cliffs of Dover

Cliffs of Dover by Eric Johnson is a personal favorite of mine on Guitar Hero. Of late, the song reminds me of a good friend and brother whom I won't say goodbye to, just see you later (to use Hanna's words). And I'm telling you, he is sorely missed, by the entire Chicago population, furreal. The Chi knows when the bro isn't around. The Chi thinks he should give Ezamil, Dezerk, Ainul, Kat and I that ludicrous "to the pound" we oh-so-miss. I speak for the rest when I say: One round of Adam-nity for the good ol' times. And one for the beautiful, new life you're leading with Shikin in London. I'm sure only good things will come your way. Good luck!

Second Opinion(s)?

I have an urgent, humble favor to ask of any of you precious people who happen to read this. I'm submitting four photos for a study abroad photo contest, and I'd appreciate it if you can help me choose two more. These are wholly amateur photos of no quality taken with a 7.2mp point-and-shoot camera, so forgive me for robbing you of one's most important commodity, time. 

Here are the two I'm definitely submitting.

 Nyanga township, Cape Town - an Apartheid legacy shaming the clear blue skies in South Africa

Townships, settlements of shacks and brick huts like this, dominate the Cape Town landscape of what is now known as Cape Flats. They are "reserved" for Black South Africa and is situated away from the scenic Table Mountain and the bustling Table Bay, and certainly out of the city center. Apartheid may have left the picture in 1992, but this painful legacy is still there to be captured by lenses and hurt the hearts that see.

 (near) Satara Camp, Kruger National Park - Impala, not the Chevy kind

You would want to name a car after this antelope once you see how graceful it is. Enough said. Oh, and just that we saw hundreds of them until we got to the point where we agreed to only stop the Game Drive Vehicle if we see a baboon playing with a leopard that is standing on a lion preying on an impala.

And here are the ones I've shortlisted.

Telkom Tower, Johannesburg - Very Vuvuzela of you, South Africa!  

South Africa shows us its 2010 World Cup spirit and pride in style. And with the skyline, no less.

From the Carlton Tower, Johannesburg city center - AIDS in the shadows

South Africa is living with AIDS no doubt, but it can leave AIDS sans the prejudice.

Venda children of Guyuni village, Hamakuya, Limpopo

I love these children to bits, and the cultural anthropological debate about being a "detached, but still immersed participant observer" can suck it, is all I'm saying.

Rembuluwani homestead, Guyuni village, Hamakuya, Limpopo

The simplest meals of cornmeal porridge called Pap and vegetable dishes, eaten communally, left me with the fullest stomach and happiest heart for three days and two nights.

The contest deadline is April 30, which leaves me with 2 days. Do let me know what you think by leaving me a comment.  Thank you :(|)

Lingering Thoughts on Lingerie

I am religious about putting on my best set of lingerie on/for a special day. Albeit nobody knows I have on some fancy pants getup (pun unintended) underneath, I feel the difference. Nothing like the brush of crisp, new lace against my sawo matang skin or the gentle touch of 98% cotton and 2% spandex of my more seasoned but still awesome panties. If you see me smiling confidently and strutting over like I own sexy back, you know my secret. Rest assured that I come in bursting, vibrant hues and cutesy designs, under the radar. Victoria’s Secret is nothing but apt. It is a woman’s best kept secret, after all, these things that lie close to your skin.

Little Miss Incognito

Suffice to say I have found myself a new hideaway where I can go OTT and TMI (that's Over The Top and Too Much Information for the uninitiated) if need be. I needed a channel to go carte blanche on matters I am not ready to share with the whole world. Although, of course, I don't mean to suggest that the whole world reads this pathetic little blog of a little person. Oh pooh, you know what I mean. Fret not, I have too much of a sentimental hold to forever abandon this site. I'll keep coming back, just as we always come back to pictures of the past, especially those of gayest moments.