Thursday, July 31, 2008

I is Smart :-)

I found this smart-o-meter booklist on quite a few blogs, and i am long overdue a meme :-)

Ironically my book club is at a loss as to what book to read, methinks we should draw inspiration from the list below or any other recommendations.

This is how this meme works: “Someone” reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed. It’s not the Big Read though — they don’t publish books, and they’ve only featured these books so far. So here we go…

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you started but did not finish.
3)Place an asterisk next to the books you LOVE.
4) Highlight in purple the ones you haven’t read but have watched the screen-adaptation of the book ( I added this category ‘cause it’s pretty clear that “Movies are killing the Reading/Book-star”)5) Reprint this list in your own blog so we can try and track down these people who’ve read 6 or less and force books upon them.

1. The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
2. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
3. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
4. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
5. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
6. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett*
7. The Color Purple - Alice Walker*
8. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
9. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
10. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
11. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
12. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
13. His Dark Materials (trilogy) - Philip Pullman
14. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
15. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
16. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien

17. Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger *
18. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
19. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
20. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll *
21. Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis
22. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – C.S. Lewis
23. Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne

24. Animal Farm - George Orwell
25. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
26. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
27. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
28. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
29. Charlotte’s Web - E.B. White
30. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
31. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl

32. Complete Works of Shakespeare
33. Ulysses - James Joyce

34. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
35. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
36. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen*
37. The Bible
38. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
39. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
40. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
41. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
42. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez*
44. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen*
45. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
46. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
47. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
48. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
49. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
50. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling*
51. Little Women - Louisa M. Alcott

52. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
53. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
54. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
55. Middlemarch - George Eliot
56. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
57. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
58. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
59. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
60. Emma - Jane Austen
61. Persuasion - Jane Austen
62. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
63. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
64. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

65. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
66. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
67. Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery
68. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
69. Atonement - Ian McEwan
70. Dune - Frank Herbert
71. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
72. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
73. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
74. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
75. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
76. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
77. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold *
78. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
79. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
80. Bridget Jones’ Diary - Helen Fielding
81. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
82. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
83. Dracula - Bram Stoker
84. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
85. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
86. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
87. Germinal - Emile Zola
88. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
89. Possession - A.S. Byatt*
90. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

91. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
92. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
93. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
94. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
95. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
96. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
97. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
98. Watership Down – Richard Adams
99. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
100. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

Quite a few of my staple favourite books aren’t on the list above, most of them would fall into the chick-lit category so I am guessing that’s why they aren’t featured, hehehe. I have been known to read some pretty serious books in my time, one of which was Barbara Kingsolver’s “The Poisonwood Bible” which was riveting to say the least. I have way too many favourites to list, but if I had to recommend one right here, right now…that’s it!

Holla back and let me know what your favourite reads are!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Trimming the hedges

My friends and I were discussing the pros and cons of culling Facebook “friends”. That word “friend” is used way too liberally on Facebook, instead of a notification saying “You have 1 friend request” it should really read, “You have 1 add-me-although-odds-are-high-that-I-either-don’t-know-you-from- Adam-or-we –never-really-spoke-before request.”

Of the 350-plus “friends” I have had added as friends on Facebook, I seriously only communicated with, at the most, 70 of them, so what were the other 230-odd doing there…therein lies the rub!

I have a strict policy against adding people I don’t know at all, it just doesn’t make any sense (well unless you are looking for “random play”). Thing is, that takes care of the unknowns, but it’s when sorting between the actual friends, acquaintances, exes and colleagues that this definition of “friend” gets all blurry and confused.

After doing a quick inventory it appeared if you didn’t fit into my solid classification of “friend”, it was highly likely that these individuals fell into the following categories;

1. You know them but last spoke to them when MC Hammer was rocking them hammer-pants.

2. You know them from high school but cannot recall having any significant conversation or relationship with them.

3. You added them, they accepted, you wished they would reach out…they don’t and that’s it.

4. You dated, but have both since moved on and no longer talk, although there’s no beef.

5. You added them because you have a friend in common, although you are not necessarily friends yourselves.

6. You had a weak moment and added them and now wish you hadn’t.

7. You shared a class/course/lecture in kindergarten/primary school/high school/varsity and that’s pretty much what you have in common.

8. You added them because you worked together at that organisation although you hardly said 5 words to each other then and say even less now!

9. You added them because you are just plain curious about what the heck they are up to; they fulfil your stalker-ish urges.

So the bottom-line is that some people are going to be axed (cue dramatic music) ; some just because I never say anything to them in the first place (and vice versa) and the others because, well, I just have to plain let go of them, one way or another.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Dance, Eat, Walk

So I am currently reading that much raved about book, “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert and she states that certain words/expressions can sum up what your priorities in life are. It’s pretty hard work finding 5 words or less that encapsulate your approach to life, in its entirety, so I’m still working on that exercise. For now, however, I’ve decided that today’s subject title, “Dance, Eat, Walk” summarises my activities over the past weekend.

DANCE: A good sign of a great night out is doing a version of what I call the “Crip walk”. Sadly fellas, only the ladies will get this one. The Crip Walk is that hobble, pained walk that we ladies do from the club to the car after a night of some serious dancing.

What I would like to know is why we don’t feel the pain in our feet whilst breaking it down for 4hrs on the dance floor or walking around in the club? Noooooo, instead we only feel the aftershocks when heading to the car whilst limping or hopping from foot to foot as though we are walking on hot coals.

Other Observations
: Taboo kicks a*s on pay-day weekend, Joburg has WAY too many pretty chicks (habitational hazard!), having some random guy grinding behind you in the club is always super annoying (read: Fellas, there’ll be no “Love in Da Club” tonight!) and my knees aren’t what they used to be!

EAT: During the week I tend to have pretty small meals but I more than make up for it over the weekend by eating my weight in whatever I can get my hands on. It’s so weird, I will eat to the point of feeling sick and sluggish and two hours later I am ravenous as though I haven’t had a meal all day. Nothing like a weekend binge I tell ya *sigh*.

Other Observations: I HEART Woolies 24hr shops, people who are unnecessarily rude to waiters tick me off big time and you can never have enough Malva pudding.

WALK: Those nearest and dearest to me know that I don’t do exercise…ever! So you can only imagine how chuffed I am for walking 15km’s to support a charity cause yesterday afternoon. My heart was in the right place when I readily accepted the challenge.

However, next time I will make sure I stretch and possibly work my way up to walking 15km’s in the first place. I can’t move my legs as we speak, I am feeling muscles in my butt I didn’t know I had and my shuffle-shuffle, limp walk is getting funny I-know-what-you-did-over-the-weekend-*dirty smirk* looks (yah, no!).

Other Observations: It is imperative that one stretchs before doing any form of exercise, these charity walks are a great way to scout properties in the leafy suburbs, as well as catch up with friends and I think I saw enough bums of all shapes and sizes encased in lycra to last me a lifetime!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sunday Night Poetry XI

Jenny kiss’d me

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who loves to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!

Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

Leigh Hunt


The Last Laugh Analysis

I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.

John Betjeman


Silence II

Silence is not a lack of words.
Silence is not a lack of music.
Silence is not a lack of curses.
Silence is not a lack of screams.
Silence is not a lack of colorsor voices or bodies or whistling wind.
Silence is not a lack of anything.

Silence is resting, nestling
in every leaf of every tree,
in every root and branch.
Silence is the flower sprouting
upon the branch.

Silence is the mother singing
to her newborn babe.
Silence is the mother crying
for her stillborn babe.
Silence is the life of all
these babes, whose breath
is a breath of God.

Silence is seeing and singing praises.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves.
Silence is the sandpiper dancing
on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of a whale.
Silence is a blade of grass.

Silence is sound
And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even
the love that hides in hate.

Silence is the pompous queen
and the harlot and the pimp
hugging his purse on a crowded street.

Silence is the healer dreaming
the plant, the drummer drumming
the dream. It is the lover's
exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.

Silence is God's beat tapping all hearts.

Silence is the star kissing a flower.

Silence is a word, a hope, a candle
lighting the window of home.

Silence is everything --the renewing sleep
of Earth, the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire, the soaring
and spiraling flight of Air. It is all
things dissolved into no-thing--Silence
is with you always.....the Presence
of I AM

Elaine Marie Upton

Friday, July 25, 2008

Crisis of Conscious

So for the last 3 days, on the way to work, the radio station i listen to have been playing Michael Jackson's track, "Man in the Mirror" and by the third day (today) lets just say, "The penny, she is dropping". I have no idea if someone was trying to send subliminal messages to the masses but eish it worked!

My thought process went like this:

Day 1: Ooooh, "Man in the Mirror" by Michael Jackson, talk about a blast from the past! What a jam!

Day 2: Hey that's funny, didn't they play this song yesterday. What a track! Some thought provoking ish being said there...gosh, back in the day MJ could do no wrong could he, now look at him.

Day 3: This song is so right, you have to be the change you want to see. What the heck am i doing to make this world a better, healthy place *long thoughtful pause*...ummm, i guess that means nothing.

I need to be a do-gooder type but am kinda embarressed that i am lazy about nuturing this dormant do-gooder instinct of mine. I seem to lack that i-want-to-save-the-world-and-all-furry-animals gene for some reason. *Cringe* Maybe i just don't care....nah, that can't be it, i do care...i guess i am just Waiting on the World to Change. Dude, if we wait for that, we are gonna be waiting for a while innit.

So here i am, wanting to do good, but have no idea where the heck to start! Baby steps i guess, i will have to put off adopting that baby from Cambodia for now *smirk*

Pretty heavy thoughts for a Friday, i know. But as the saying goes, better late than pregnant, hehehe, i mean never, lol!

Cheer up people, it's the weekend and that's always good!

V x

Thursday, July 24, 2008

How do i love Keyshia Cole, Let me count the ways!

I love Keyshia Cole, not because she and i share the same birthday (what can i say, we are the blessed, beautiful people), not because i love her latest hairdo and may (may) just copy it but because her lyrics are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo heartfelt!

When this girl is angry, she isn't mincing her words but when she's being all sickly sweet, she lays it all out to bear, vulnerable bits and all...and you got to respect that. Well i do anyway. That and she used to roll with Tupac, can you say streetcred, lol.

For those of you living under a rock and don't know who or what i talking about, never fear, there is hope for you yet in the form of Youtube, find her video there. However, it's the lyrics that get me, so am gonna share them with you. Enjoy!

"Heaven Sent"

Sent from heaven.
Sent from heaven.

Now you can wait your whole life wondering
When it's gonna come or where it's been.
You may have got your heart broken
A few times in the past
Never last strong as it used to,
Don't feel as good as it used to (before)
And all the things you used to say,
Things you used to do,
went right out the door

Oh no more, will you be the one
That's what you tell everyone around you
But you know they've heard it all before
What more can you say
When love won't let you, walk away
And you can't help who you love
And you find yourself giving it away
When you think you're in love

I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from above)
There's a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you're sent from (sent from above)
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There's a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you're sent from (sent from heaven)

Now you can wait your whole life tryna change
What the fear from what it's been
You may have put your whole life into a man
Loving what you thought that could've been.
notice when you change
When you don't feel as good as you used to (before)
And everything you used to say,
Everything you used to do clear right out the door

Oh no more, will you be the one
That's what you tell everyone around you
But you know they've heard it all before
What more can you say
When love won't let you, walk away
And it can't help who it loves
And you find yourself giving it away
When you think you're in love


Everybody say
I wanna be the one you love
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
Everybody say I wanna be the one you trust
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
Everybody say I wanna be the one you need
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
Everybody say I wanna be the one who sent from above


Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Nothing Going On But The Rent

This grown-up gig is played out!

I need to make all sorts of decisions and have no freaking idea where to start, how to start. This is virgin territory folks and i am freaking stressed out over here.

The worst part about these decisions is that they involve i do not have, but money i have to have nonetheless. It's times like this that even a sugar-daddy, BEE style looks good *shudder shudder*, hahaha. Okay, things aren't that dire and even if they were i know one make that five people would slap me silly for even thinking such things.

Anywho, i am gonna set up a fund called the Save Vimbai Foundation and you generous folks out there can contribute generously (read: help a sister out and cough up that dough) to a very worthy cause *big smile*
If that fails, i am holding out for the Trust Fund that a) i never knew i had and b) actually don't have, lol.

On other news: Work is a killah this week! I am all over the place reporting to three people which is, mmmh what's the word, challenging at best! The upside is that they seem to think i know what i am doing (ha, suckers) so aren't stressing me, well not just yet anyway.

Oh and i got my hair did this weekend! I know that doesn't sound newsworthy, but trust me, the transformation from Medusa to Beyonce Knowles (stop rolling your eyes) is worth commenting on :-)

Friday, July 18, 2008

Sushi for Beginners

I love me some chicken...darnit, i love me some steak and i am a huge fan of all things seafood related...but who would have thought that i would be so fond of kelp.

Never has kelp looked more attractive than when its in the form of sushi. I am a novice at this sushi game, but dude, its so tasty and covers most of my core food groups (read: i will eat anything) and can't wait to indulge in it again.

This week has been crazy busy, actually when is it NOT crazy busy...but this week was too crazy. Topped off with a mind splitting migraine, besides the sushi encounter, this has not been my week.

Experiencing womanly troubles has also exacerbated the whole situation, i blame the Full makes me go kinda nuts to say the least.

I am hoping the weekend is restful and i manage to tackle my bad hair situation, i could be a dead ringer for Don King (without the gray bits though).

Have a fantastic weekend people,

V x

Tuesday, July 15, 2008


A good friend of mine provided my mates and I with VIP swanky-fancy tickets to a contemporary art exhibition last week and I was over the moon. I love me a good painting, photograph, heck, anything arty, I’m there like a bear.

All my artistic hopes were dashed back in Form 4 by a mean Art teacher who had no love for the masterpieces that I came up with (isn’t art subjective after all, hehehe). That coupled with my being raised by typical African parents who pressed emphasis more on the Physics and Chemistry’s of this world, lets just say my artistic vibe never really got to see the light of day..

Anywho, the exhibition was great fun. The art was spectacular and fortunately, the food and drink was flowing because standing around in sub-zero temps was no joke my friends. At some point in the evening, the curator of the gallery gets up to say a few words and that’s when my eyes start rolling into the back of my head.

Why do people…especially people, who deal with art, need to get all airy-fairy and pretentious-like when describing art. Yes, I know half the time it is hard to express how the piece in question makes you feel, but eish, some people take the term, “flowery language” to a whole other level sha.

After 15 minutes of the curator’s yacking, I was tempted to jump on stage and wrestle the mic from her and state, “Listen here people, we have some talented ish on display, some of it will either move you and some of it won’t, and that’s okay….Enjoy your night.”

My mates informed me that most people love the artsy-fartsy-crock-‘n-bull that comes with the delivery and presentation of art pieces. I guess that’s why Art is subjective innit.

On the Random: Something is FROZEN in the State of Gauteng and its probably me. Not to be cliché and launch into some diatribe about the weather but honestly, what’s up with the cold and midday temps of 5 degrees Celsius.

To all of you reading this from the Northern Climes, stop rolling your eyes and don’t tell me how fortunate I am to have such a mild winter blah blah blah. This is Africa, so where is the heat dammit?

Futi, I have gone an unsightly shade of yellow, bring on the summer rays!

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Last Lap in the Pool of Nostalgia

Having a photographic memory has its merits; never forgetting a co-workers name or golf handicap, being able to pick out someone you last saw 10 years ago in a crowd, remembering everyone’s birthday (without FB prompting you), being a whiz at 30 seconds and being able to recite scores of music lyrics/movie lines/quotes from books.

Sadly being able to remember everything crystal-clear like it happened yesterday has its downside too, one of them being, getting caught up in past emotions and past experiences after they get triggered off by someone or something.

The last 10 days have been just that. I keep reminiscing of a certain time in my life when (dare I say it) Life, Love and everything in-between seemed that much less complicated and that much more authentic. Obviously I know that’s not completely the case, selective remembering is what I am/was doing…it’s pretty easy to conveniently forget all the madness and drama that usually comes along with all the good times.

However, for the purposes of nostalgia, an airbrushed view of “The Way We Were” is usually what we spend our time dwelling on. What’s even stranger is that everything I see, hear or smell starts reinforcing these memories and it’s extremely hard to filter sensory memory.

That said though, I realise I’ve had my a*s parked on Memory Lane just a little too long for my liking and it’s time to call quits and get “back to life, back to reality”.


Random Digressions

1. I’m kind of miffed that Venus won at Wimbledon instead of Serena. I now supposedly owe some people money, hah!

2. There’s this guy in the office with the most AMAZING bass-toned voice. I have dubbed him The Voice. Honestly, he should be the voice-over guy for all those movie trailers or a DJ or something. He’s not a looker or anything, just your average dude, but that voice more than makes up for anything he’s lacking the looks department.

Eavesdropping has never been so fulfilling :-)

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Sunday Night Poetry X

Mother to Son

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t be no light.
So, boy, don’t you turn back,
Don’t you set down on steps.
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now-
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

Langston Huges


The Ache of Marriage

The ache of marriage:
thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each

It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it

two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.

Dennis Levertov


Choosing to Think of It

Today, ten thousand people will die
and their small replacements will bring joy
and this will make sense to someone
removed from any sense of loss.

I, too, will die a little and carry on,
doing some paperwork, driving myself
home. The sky is simply overcast,
nothing is any less than it was
yesterday or the day before. In short,
there's no reason or every reason
why I'm choosing to think of this now.

The short-lived holiness
true lovers know, making them unaccountable
xcept to spirit and themselves--suddenly
I want to be that insufferable and selfish,
that sharpened and tuned.

I'm going to think of what it means
to be an animal crossing a highway,
to be a human without a useful prayer
setting off on one of those journeys
we humans take. I don't expect anything
to change. I just want to be filled up
a little more with what exists,
tipped toward the laughter which understands
I'm nothing and all there is.

By evening, the promised storm
will arrive. A few in small boats
will be taken by surprise.
There will be survivors, and even they will die.

Stephen Dunn

Friday, July 04, 2008

Sibling Rivalry Centre Court

Yay, we have another Williams vs Williams showdown at Wimbledon this year.

I don’t know about you, but I absolutely LOVE watching these two siblings having a showdown. I can’t help but wonder what conversation at the Williams family table the night of the final will go, oh to be a fly on the wall.

I suspect they may go a little something like this...

Winner: Please pass the salt?
Runner-up: *grumble*, *mutter*, %$%@&
Winner: What you say to me? What you call me?
Runner-up: Oh get over yourself, it's not always about you!
Winner: Well in case it skipped your attention Miss Thang, today was ALL about me, thanks to your sorry ass game out on the court today. Girl, you all but handed me over that shield! *smug smile*
Runner-up: Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, she’s bragging again.
Mama Williams: Ladies, how many times to do I have to explain to you, no Tennis at the table!
Winner: *smirking*
Runner-up: *pouting*

I love it! It’s just such drama.

One of the earlier, most memorable Wimbledon showdowns i witnessed between the two, back in the early days, I remember Venus won. Serena gave it her best shot, but sadly, big sister proved to be a more confident and consistent opponent. At the end of the game, Serena promptly burst into tears and Venus sauntered over, hugged her, said a few words (probably something along the lines of, "Umm, get yourself together the paparrazi is snapping away") and walked her off the court, awww bless, you gotta love big sisters. Personally though, I think Venus was waiting to get away from the prying eyes of the media and gloat in the locker room, hehehehe.

At the end of the day though, a Williams is taking that shield home and to the Williams sisters, I am guessing that’s what counts the most.

My money is on Serena though!

Growing up in my household, sibling rivalry reared its ugly head from time to time. My parentals managed to nip most of it in the bud by reminding us that none of us was any more special than the other and in fact, we were all just big pains in behind, lol.

I’m trying to remember a specific example of sibling rivalry when growing up, I can’t for the life of me think up one account…mmmh, strange, must have blocked them all out subconsciously or some’ing.

I vaguely remember scenerios involving hurled insults, false accusations, flying kitchen knives, pounding of fists, brick throwing and kidney kicking. Yup, but no actually full incident comes to mind.

Last night went for Phuza Thursday drinks with the gals! Nothing debaucherous, being the cheap-date that i am got drunk on a few mojitos, lol. Thing is, when i got home, you'd think i'd head straight to bed. That would have been the sensible thing to do, instead, i decided to do a bit of tipsy rearranging of keys, access cards etc. This morning was a bit of a danger, trying to find my keys and what-not that i had put in a "safe place".

At least its drunk-rearranging i have to contend with and not drunk-dialling, now that would have been interesting, lol.

On that note, i will wish you all a fabulous and stress-free weekend people!

To the Americano's amongst you, have a great long 4th of July weekend :-)

V x

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

The Dangers of Bad Lighting

I have no idea what possessed me to put my makeup on in dark this morning. Okay, technically speaking it wasn't the dark...but i couldn't be arsed to put on the light in the bathroom, thought the morning rays would suffice.

It's a miracle in itself that i actually was even half-arsed to put on makeup in the first place, besides the "foundation-mascara-lip-gloss" routine, i tend to think anything over and above that is a bit of an overkill. Nobody wants to look like they're heading out to a club at 7.15am on a Monday morning.

Just as well i took a last glance at myself before getting out of the car and heading into the office, because the blush on my cheeks was similar to the obvious round circles of blush sported by one Aunt Sally from the 80's children's show, Worzel Gumidge (anyone remember that show?).

Thankfully it was something that a few swipes of tissue paper could get rid of! At least i didn't attempt to put on mascara in the dark :-)


So i just got out of a goal-setting meeting with my performance manager, who by the way, truly rocks. Why do people insist on knowing what you will be doing or your aspirations in 5 years time? The first answer that pops to mind is, "Umm, i hope to be alive and in good healthy with all my faculities in working order."

A brief outline of where you would like to be and what you hope to be doing, that i get. Some step-by-step plan, complete with timeline and what-not, i think is kinda realistic. Most people don't know what they're doing this weekend let alone this time next year.

Do any of you have your lives mapped out for the next 10 years?