Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
She also loves her ball! From the minute you open your eyes, to the minute you go to sleep, she will put the ball in front of you because she wants to play!
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Last year October, I went on a business trip to Tanzania! What a lovely country, nestled between the big blue sea and the world renowned Serengeti, this country is definitely worth visiting. I would love to go back someday with the beau and maybe have a weekend pitstop in Zanzibar and visit the eons old Masai Mara in Kenya. The country is rich in culture, rich in friendliness, poor in crime (or at least as I experienced it), and rich in game and birds, which to one of our fellow journalists was an absolute paradise.
This country is vast, and Mwanza, or Rock City, was one of the highlights, but the Serengeti was the biggest highlight of it all. The Lion King soundtrack kept playing in my head the whole time though :) We also had the luxury of residing on the banks of Lake Victoria. However, the lodge's generator switched off at 22:00 in the evenings. I have never experienced such sincere beauty, listening to the hippos and the crickets, seeing that many stars! It was lovely!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
I must admit that she got a bit frustrated with me as I couldn't stand still for long enough. I kept telling her that I am a writer, most definetely not a model! HA! Well, I'll let you be the judge of my modelling skills...
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
So, I decided to pour some hot water over it and just let it soak for a few minutes. Hot water noodles isn't the same as nuked noodles :(
If only I had remembered to pack last night's left over pasta with delicious, yet salty, mushroom and ham sauce. Sigh.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.
You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.
I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." just saying...
I liked it, so I put a ring on it.
Friday, January 21, 2011
We are moving in about a week and a half and I panhandled the local Pick 'n Pay for a couple of apple boxes to start packing. I was in the delivery area and asked the logistics manager if I may take the boxes. "Sure my sweetheart," he says.
As if he was right beside me, a young black man grabs all the boxes and asks where to? If only everyone in life could be this nice. I believe in karma, and think that the nice things I try to do to people are finally coming around.
In December though, a beggar called me a very crude Afrikaans word because I did not have any money to give him. Well, I'm sorry Mister I'm-too-lazy-to-work, perhaps you should go and mow some lawn and make a hundred bucks.
I have a semi obsession with owls and as a Christmas present from my loveliest, I got an owl necklace. (I will probably put up some pics after the weekend) But I have collected a few brilliant and unique owl pieces, which frightens some people or really prickle their interest. They look quite similar to these ones, which photos I have not taken.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
|Whoresnest of cables|
There was not one working traffic light and four million scooters were traveling in the direction that Sa Wat Dee Ka was sending them (latter means Hello! in Thai, but that’s almost all you hear). Then you had the thirty three thousand red tuk-tuk’s to pardon. Their owners would shout the price of the taxi and that we should take a ride with them, while on our scooters! Well, add a broken speedometer, and a fretful beau and you have one interesting ride.
Well, to sidetrack my thoughts from my maternal instinct and premature motherhood, I will tell you about last year September, when the beau and I went to Phuket for a little breakaway.
They either thought that I was crazy as a bat or sick and I thought "What kind of summer or you having?" I was a bit jealous by their seemingly self heating abilities and wish that I could also have strutted around in short skirts and strappy tops. Maybe our office is too cold? Maybe it has been raining too much? Maybe Johannesburg is conspiring against me, too keep me cold and fat. Ha! Well, apparently the Cape isn't having the same problem:
Monday, January 10, 2011
Yesterday, I gave my drawer cabinet its second coat, which it pretty much needed. But with all the rain pouring down in Johannesburg, I was in quite a hurry to finish painting and as I moved on to the last panel, I bumped the dustbin on which the can of paint was resting on. HORROR! Black paint strew all over my hands, legs, feet and the tiled floor I was painting on.
At first, my beau and I had a little laugh about it and I tried to salvage as much paint as I possibly could pick up with my paintbrush. And then I had a mini breakdown. While watching my boyfriend cleaning the mess, with a towel I had received as part of a set for my 21st birthday, the tears just came flowing. I cried like an infant, feeling like the world’s biggest fuck up – fuck up covered in paint, that is. But thanks to the angel that is my lovely beau, the mess was cleaned up, and while tears still rolled down my face, he cleaned my hands with turpentine.
The cupboard is still not finished, as the rain hampered us to sand off the last three drawers. So, the
score is currently: one cabinet – painted; two drawers – painted; one drawer – standing miserably alone without any paint; three drawers – with all attachments and paint. Sigh!
But, luckily I had the festive season to recover from the mild sadness and search for some lovely, lovely places that we would call home next. I am happy to say that in three weeks we will be moving to a quaint complex on the border of Bedfordview and I am terribly excited to move!
The old yellow brick house were we lived will forever hold a special place in our hearts, as we had many debauch get togethers around the fire in the lapa. However, I can vouch that I will not miss the countless times that I have been thrown, clothes and all, into the swimming pool. Even in winter!
Getting to the point, I have been struck by a smooth criminal. Ha! Just had to put that in. But really, I have been bitten by the decorating bug, or am being haunted by my childhood decorating ghost, returning to once again haunt the drawers of my mind and inspiring me to be creative once more. I have thus started to focus my attention on an old drawer cabinet which I have inherited from a previous flatmate who moved to Namibia. The pictures will tell the rest of the story.
(PS: I am not wearing any make-up and the hair has had four days of unwashed hell, so I do not look at my most beautiful.)
With no offense to the micro-blogging world, the festering hearts of teenage girls and art (rather fart) of following some people based on the fact that they would promote you, just did not appeal to me anymore. So I have pulled up the stakes and relocated to the big people blogging world. Welcome to it!
So! If you fancy something you see or would like to share something lovely with this girl, please post a comment or drop me a mail.