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Friday, 05 February 2010

  • Happiness

    I stare at his hand, marvelling at the fine long fingers that grasp my fingers, intertwined, with fine hair on the back of the knuckles. I rub softly over the hairs, transfixed. I know it’s ticklish, but I can’t help it. He presses my fingers slightly.

    I look up. He seems slightly puzzled. I stare at his face committing every small detail to memory. This memory needs to carry me when I wake up in the dark of night, startled from a deep sleep. It needs to convince me that he’s real, and not just a dream. I stare in wonder at this person who likes me, who I really like back. This guy that would do anything for me. This thing that I never believed existed, swore for years that it didn’t. He gets that look in his eyes, the one that makes my knees weak, and makes my stomach turn around on itself. A tingly feeling fills my body, to the tips of my fingers.

    When you meet someone you like so seldom, and even less seldom meet someone that likes you, you cherish every second.

    When you spend so long without even the basic hand-holding, it means that it’s like gold to you. When a hand casually placed on your back pocket gives you a massive smile for the rest of the day, normal people that go from relationship to relationship can’t understand why you are so happy

    But I’m extremely happy :D

Monday, 25 January 2010

  • I was laying under his arm tight against his side. It was bliss. I turned my head up, and my mouth was just below his ear. I couldn't see his face, but neither could he see mine.

    "You know I'm crazy about you don't you?" I whispered. The world came to a halt as he sharply pulled his breath in. The silence fell like a comfortable worn blanket over us. It felt like worlds combined and crashed to create this moment. The world came to a halt. "I know now" he said, exhaling, his voice containing so many nuances of so many emotions I couldn't grasp half of them.

    I'm guessing I'm not telling him enough how I feel, yet I struggle to break down these layers and layers of walls I built around myself to protect myself from getting hurt. It hurts breaking through...

    PS: this won't be published on FB

Monday, 18 January 2010

  • Dear friend part 3

    I don't know what happened between us. I just know we don't speak anymore. And when we are forced to talk, just to be civilised, we do so with venom running through our words.

    What went so wrong? Why did we fight the whole time?

    You used to be a good friend. I made a promise to you no one else would have gotten from me. But you forgot what I promised...

    I think we were too much the same. I think I got too involved, and you never did. I think we just used each other for what we could. You were always biased in how you treated me. I was always upset about how insensitive you seemed. We brought each other down when we were depressed.

    I have so much I can't even put in words. So much I want to tell you. So much I'm still upset about. Yet you will never read this. Nor know my thoughts. For all intents and purposes you are dead, and just as much reachable.

    I think it's better that we don't yell at each other. But I still miss you...especially when my brother mentioned that he likes Iron Maiden now since I introduced him to it. You were my sole link to Iron Maiden.

    I can't listen to them anymore...

  • Woman vs Metro

    I’m talking about the following that was newsworthy in SA:

    http://www.timeslive.co.za/sundaytimes/article264343.ece
    http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=15&art_id=vn20100114042631178C167105

    Pics here : http://gallery.iol.co.za/v/iolnews/Woman+busted+for+drunk+driving+13_01_2010/ST+DrinkDriving428.jpg.html

    This has been uppermost on my mind since I heard about it. It also spawned a lot of extremist comments. This is why I linked to two different versions of the same event. The first article is more out of the woman’s view and the second more about the cops’ view.

     It mentions that she said she can’t remember what happened. Anyone on anti-depressants can witness to the difficulty of getting a doctor to prescribe anti-depressants. They have to exhaust all other alternatives and sometimes they even need a psychologist’s report before they will do so. You are warned very clearly about the effect alcohol has on you.  And then drinking wine in the middle of the day while still having to drive somewhere (whether it’s one glass or more) is extremely silly.

    Also, the details of how she was dragged out of her car were quite clear for her, but she doesn’t remember trying to drive over someone? Or getting lost? Getting lost on a highway is also quite an achievement, you can only get lost by missing your off-turn. This isn’t in the middle of the suburbs where robots and stop signs and pedestrians confuse you. No, this is on a relative straight road with clearly marked exits.

    I HATE people who drive with cellphones against their ears! Especially women! Now, before you women jump at me for insulting the fairer sex, it’s the way we communicate. Men can answer a phone and say “Yes. It’s him talking. Yes. Yes. No. Okay I will phone you at the office.  Great. Bye” We women are hard-wired in the brain to communicate more intelligently. We need to know how the other person feels. We need to share emotions. And the thought of women sharing feelings whilst driving erratically in front of me scares me. This is a generalization, but I feel no one should be driving with a mobile clenched between the shoulder and head, nevermind with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the phone.

    Now, I’m not completely against this woman. The metro might also be to blame for being a bit heavy handed. I would however probably do the same if I was almost run over. The metro police do tend to jump in front of cars without taking into consideration reaction speed and the speed with which you need to slow down to avoid hitting them. I’ve once before had to brake with screaming tires to stop in time…and I was going 60km/h at that time.

    Metro police isn’t something you want your kid to grow up to be. Police maybe, but never traffic police. People despise traffic controllers, they fear them. We don’t fear police because most of us do not rob or kill people. But on a daily basis for most of us, we bend, break and disobey the traffic rules. We fear those people on their bikes next to the road with the flashing lights. Most people believe that traffic officers are people that couldn’t get a job at the tax offices. But no matter how much I dislike them, I do not believe they would pull out their guns and shoot at a moving vehicle for fun.

    The next part I need to quote:” This incident has embarrassed and humiliated me. I am well known in my community and at work and always took an active part in my sons' school lives. I co-ordinated the school's fundraising drive for five years in a row, just because I wanted to”

    Does this excuse her from such behaviour? Does her good heartedness mean she can break the road rules? We live in a society where the predominant culture says that whoever is the strongest may do just what he likes (Please correct me on this if I’m wrong). But this isn’t her culture, yet she thinks that excuses her from acting like this.

    She also doesn’t deny nor confirm whether she was indeed doing what the metro police said she did, which leaves that element of uncertainty. Did she indeed do it? I'm asssuming she at least drove while talking on the phone.

    But now, her good heartedness of organising the fundraiser comes up in the newspaper. Is that really without any gain then? Why do a good deed you will not be praised for then mention that fact to a newspaper in regards to a situation which started with her breaking the road rules by driving with a cellphone? Also, I would have preferred her name being mentioned in the newspaper because of her charity, not because of this situation.

    People are getting in an uproar about this, mentioning racism from both sides. I believe this has nothing to do with the fact that she is white, and the officers black. This has nothing to do with the fact that she drove a car and not a taxi. This has to do with the fact that the road rules were (apparently) broken and enforced (apparently brutally) by the people we employ and pay to do so.

    I am avidly waiting for the whole story to come out, so we can stop speculating and make an educated decision on who was wrong and who was right. But either way, people trying to hurt people (by either trying to drive over them or by hitting them until there’s blood everywhere) isn’t right.

    Why can't we just get along?

Saturday, 26 December 2009

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    What I hate/love about myself

    Yeah, I'm blogging a lot today...let's just say I haven't spoken enough today

    Okay what I hate:
    I hate my ankles...they have no definition and they look podgy
    I hate my calves...they've always been huge...now they're huge and flabby
    I hate the cleft in my chin..it makes me look weird
    I hate my eyebrows...I have too little hair to shape and actually stand out. And they still turn out to be bushy for the little there are
    I hate my cellulite...just because I will always have it
    I hate my nails...they break and chip and just look awful most of the time
    I hate how my hair goes frizzy in the heat or when it's raining or when it's cold (what does that leave then?)
    I hate my teeth and hate that I feel self-conscious about the one dead yellow front tooth
    I hate the scar I have on my bellybutton

    What I love
    First and foremost, I love my eyes. They are blue-grey normally, turn grey when I'm mad, some summer days they are bright blue when I'm really happy, and when something upset me they are a murky green. The size is also amazing...they look huge and dominate my face.
    I love how my hair has much more of a life than I'll ever have. I love how it soaks up dye, and how it feels like thin strands of silk. I love how messy styles other people take ages to recreate comes to me just by waking up and failing to find my brush
    I love my dimple that only shows when I genuinely smile
    I love my full bottom lip and I love how my mouth proclaims that I talk a lot
    I love my lashes that are naturally very light coloured but very long. They only need a coat of mascara to look amazing
    I love that I still have a small firm butt with very little fat in contrast to the rest of me
    I love that I have a thin middle even though it makes it hell to find jeans that fit properly
    I love the red bump on my nose that makes me unique
    I love my boobs, even though they are very full. They make distracting guys real easy
    I love the shape and size of my nails on my toes. I have decent sized nails to take nail polish
    I love my thin long fingers

    What do you hate and love about your body?


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