The richness of health
I need some serious money if I want to be healthy. I’ve been trying to eat more healthy food but how on earth can I sustain it if it costs so much?
No wonder we have so many obese people in this country (the world?) – healthy food is just too expensive.
Or am I just making excuses again?
You fail
On what planet are these people living? Imagine you went up to your teacher and asked her what would be in your exam paper.
Well, this is exactly what they’re asking. How lame can you get?
I understand lots of time was lost because of the strike but surely Cosas can’t expect the paper to be handed over just like that…
Then again, in SA, that seems to be the way to go: give it over or give up.
Who is the real murderer?
I read this story from the Cape Argus over and over again hoping I’d somehow made a mistake. Even now I’m hoping someone is going to point out I’m actually a silly cow who misunderstood what it meant.
Please, someone, tell me I’m wrong.
Tell me I’m wrong about the fact that a magistrate told a woman who had stabbed her abusive lover 104 times she could’ve left it two jabs.
Explain how I’ve misread and that he’s not saying these words, “If she told me ‘I wanted to kill him because he attacked me and I wanted to get rid of him because of the abuse’, I would’ve acquitted her.”
Point out that I’m mistaken about the fact that he said, after finding out she has a history of abuse, “Can this be undone at this level? It’s part of her upbringing.”
Please, I beg you, tell me this is not true.
Because if it is, dear reader, then this woman is being fucked over once again. Not only did she endure years of abuse as a child, then as a woman, she’s now being abused by a law that does not recognise her years of pain and suffering.
This magistrate said she didn’t have to stab him 104 times even after he’d tied her up and forced her to watch him rape a young relative. Yes, he obviously knows what it’s like to be abused.
He is wise. He is smart. He knows that just two stabs would’ve been enough to purge the anger, distress and levels of insanity you reach after years of agony.
To say I am upset about this is a gross understatement. I can’t believe how he’s saying her years of abuse has made her a danger to society as if it’s her fault she was violated in that way.
Then she was a victim; now she’s a victim. And the law is murdering her as much as she murdered the man who abused her.
Someone, please, please, tell me I’m wrong.
Too much
Sometimes the world becomes too much.
Email, sms, IM, calls, blogs, newspapers, TV, radio…on and on and on. I would probably not know what to do without it all but sometimes I just want to shut it all out and rest for a while.
There are days when I want to stay in a dark little hole with no people, no sound, no light.
I just want to have a chance, as a good friend always says, to pull myself towards myself.
Heroes
I haven’t enjoyed a TV series this much since Will & Grace and Friends.
It’s slick, fun, completely unrealistic but never-a-dull-moment action going on. If only South African producers can make something that’s even a fifth as good as this.
Sigh.
Always, forever…until tomorrow
I don’t understand women who are all “I love him, I love him, I love him and where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow” one day then marrying someone completely different the next.
Surely if you were so madly in love with someone you wouldn’t tie the knot with someone else mere months after said object of your affection dumped you for someone else.
I don’t always get women.
Funny?
I find it appalling that this is in the entertainment category on this news site. Is it entertainment because he’s a dwarf, because he’s part of a circus or because his penis was sucked up by a vacuum?
Click clack
I’m thinking of learning how to knit.
A colleague brought the most beautiful blanket I’ve ever seen and said she’d knitted it herself. Why can’t I do that, I wondered out aloud. So she offered to teach me and a few others.
How can I not know how to knit, I hear you ask.
It’s easy: I never paid attention in needlework because I thought it was terrible that girls had to be forced to do girl stuff (not that I was much better at woodwork when I gave it a try).
My mom helped (lots) so I never made any effort to learn how to do it properly. Barely remember what the plain/pearl thing is about. No wonder I got my first ever C symbol for that damn class.
Anyway, enough about that. I’m going to try soon. I’m not promising anything because, like most of my “let’s do something to be busy and productive” plans, it may fall through.
Will keep you all posted though.
No mention of Manto
I am very, very tempted to write about Her Liverness but have decided not to. It’s bad for my body and I don’t have any garlic, beetroot or lemon to see me through the week if I become ill.
Nor do I have booze on tap to calm my frazzled nerves. In fact, I’m afraid speaking about her and her issues may just lead me to the bottle.
She may just convince me her life-giving liquid, her medicine, her raison d’être is what I need to be in perfect health.
No, best I say nothing about her. I’m rather just going to be lily-livered and keep quiet about the sad state of affairs.
I could be rude
Isn’t Marco Materazzi just the biggest d*%# on the planet for these comments? I thought the last few lines were particularly gagworthy.
“Any other revelations before this date will be considered as being non-authorised.”
Ha, ha. If you only knew how dumb this sounds….
TOBBHERHANK 