Bye!

December 21, 2007 at 1:35 pm (Uncategorized)

It’s been emotional folks. And it’s all coming to an end. After a particularly grueling year I’m planning to kick back and relax for a few days.

I thought of reflecting on the year that’s passed but there have been too many bad things to write about so I thought it’s better left unsaid.

I hope you all have a wonderful festive season. Drive safely, be good and say I love you to the ones who matter.

Until 2008. . .

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Hanging

December 18, 2007 at 10:46 am (Uncategorized)

Just four more days. Only four. Tick, tock, tick tock. Sorry I haven’t been writing much but I barely have a chance to eat, much less post. Things will get better. Just four more days. . .

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A pill for pain

December 13, 2007 at 9:03 am (Uncategorized)

Everything is fast these days. Fast food, speed dating, fast Internet (ok, I’m hopeful), fast communication. . .It all happens so quickly. But isn’t it funny how we haven’t yet invented a quick cure for a broken heart?

Imagine being able to take a little pill to fix that ailment. Stop the pain in a matter of moments. Let it dissolve with the blue/pink/yellow tablet you’ve swallowed. Or perhaps we should make it medicine (some people don’t like pills you know).

You could rake in millions of rands if you could invent such a cure. It would heal billions per day because there’s certainly enough heartache to go around – especially this year (more about that later).

But I’m guessing if it was so easy to mend a broken heart then none of the stuff that came before it would be worth it, right? Because the pain means that there has been some pleasure; something that makes it hurt when it’s no longer there.

And if we can take the pain away in an instant then what’s the point of trying, striving, to achieve the pleasure?

Still. . .I could really use a few of those to hand out right now. . .

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Holding on

December 11, 2007 at 2:40 pm (Uncategorized)

The past few weeks have been insane. And the next two are probably going to be worse but for now I’m just holding on and keeping in mind that the end is almost in sight.

It’s been a particularly emotional (and not very pleasant) week but the time is ticking and it’s going to be over any day now (the power of optimism and all that).

I hope you’re all keeping it together. Hopefully I’ll be more alive the next time I post. Hopefully.

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All up in smoke

December 7, 2007 at 11:37 am (annoying) (, , , , , )

Is it just me or are more and more pregnant women smoking? I don’t know if it’s just the folk who haunt the smoking rooms on our floors but there are waaaay too many for it to be coincidence.

Far be it from me to judge. . .but it just seems wrong somehow. Don’t people know smoking is really, really bad for a foetus (yes, yes, I know it’s bad for everyone but see it in context ok)?

I can’t imagine why anyone who is going through all the effort of having a child would want to damage the child before its even born. It’s not as if we’re living in the ’40s where the health hazards were largely unknown (or very well hidden by the makers).

Heaven knows I know how difficult it is to quit smoking – and one day I will try again – but if you’re pregnant it should surely be enough of a reason no matter how tough it is.

Or are women still so stupid that they blithely skip over the health literature or are they too busy looking for expensive sneakers for the tiny tots who’ll be so stunted at birth they could wear those shoes for a year?

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Another quiz

December 6, 2007 at 1:56 pm (private personal space) ()

1. What bill do you hate paying the most? My cellphone bill. The service is shit, the rates exorbitant. . .need I say more?

2. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? At Jewel of India in the V&A.

3. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be? Nothing. If you mess with one thing everything else would have to change too.

4. Name of your first grade teacher? Leslie. She was later hijacked by one of the school’s former pupils and so traumatised she had to quit.

5. What do you really want to be doing right now? I want to be in bed.

6. What did you want to do when you were growing up? An air hostess, a teacher, a writer, a grown up.

7. How many universities did you attend? Two. Is this relevant in any way?

8. Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now? It was the top one in my drawer.

9. What are your thoughts on gas prices? Don’t really care cos I only fill my car about once a month. I’m lucky that way.

10. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you where would it be? Brazil. With my partner.

11. First thought when the alarm went off this morning? Where the hell is the snooze button?

12. Last thought before going to sleep last night? I really can’t remember. I think I was reading and just fell asleep while doing that.

13. Favorite underwear? Ek praatie uittie onneklere laai nie.

14. Favorite thing about the opposite sex? They’re waaaay less complicated.

15. What errand/chore do you despise? Taking out the trash. Fortunately I have a great partner who does it for me.

16. If you didn’t have to work, would you volunteer? Absolutely

17. Get up early or sleep in? Daft question. Of course I’d sleep in.

18. What is your favorite cartoon character? Dot of Animaniacs fame.

19. BMI? 2 bazillion.

20. Secret Indulgence? I watch America’s Next Top Model sometimes *blush*

21. Do you pretend to really like people you don’t…really like? Depends. For work, I have to. Personal life, no.

22. When did you first start feeling old? I don’t feel old.

23. Favorite Radio Station? I don’t have one.

24. Do you like the person who sits directly across from you at work? Yes, he’s a riot.

25. At this point in your life, would you rather start a new career or a new relationship? Neither but if I had to it would be new career. Nothing wrong with the relationship I have.

 

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Dear God, it’s Gareth

December 5, 2007 at 11:49 am (religion) (, , , , , , )

Oh dear. Gareth’s gone and done it again. He’s angered the protectors of God’s name once again. Shame.

Not shame for Gareth though – shame for the people who have once again proved that intolerance and hypersensitivity is not doing them any good.  I mean come on. Why must some religious people go completely batty when they suspect even the tiniest whiff of “offensive material”?

Just the other day I wrote about religion and there were so many good comments from religious people who normal. Why can’t everyone just take a page out of their books?

I am so sick and tired of religious people who force their beliefs on others. And I’m so gatvol of those who scream blue murder every time the word God is mentioned. Get over yourselves people. The world has bigger problems than some guy on radio saying something you don’t like.

Rather use that energy you’re expending on this to find food for hungry kids or volunteer at an old age home. Surely God would look more favourably on that than you yakking on about Gareth Cliff’s “offensive comments”.

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Farewells

December 4, 2007 at 8:58 am (friends)

I’m not good with goodbyes. It’s one of those things that doesn’t sit well with me. Not only do I choke up completely, I can’t deal with it so I shut down and it seems as if I don’t care.

Problem is, I care too much. And whenever I face emotions that are to heavy to deal with I close off completely.

Anyway.

Today I say goodbye to someone who I’ve grown very close to in the past year. We’ve been friends for a while but have really bonded this year which makes her leaving so much more sad.

She’s an amazing woman with unbelievable strength, even thought she doesn’t always know it. There’s something special about her – her unfettered joy, her ability to make people laugh, her big emotions and neverending warmth.

I’m going to stop here because as I’m writing this I’m getting that choked feeling. My throat is closing up and I feel a tear starting to form. I’m just too sad (even though I’m also happy that she’s going).

So all I can say is, goodbye Mrs M. Until later.

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