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Thursday 8 November 2012

THE LAST LECTURE.

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Its 07:32, and our deadline is at 08:00.  Have a 100 posts up by that time or fail, he he he.  So I better go out with a BANG!  Sorry folks I am the worst finisher, did not mean to disappoint, frankly I am too tired to care anymore*runs away*.

Its been a stressful year and a dreadful year overall.  My friends and I agree, we thought 2011 was bad but 2012 takes the winning cup.  We tried though, most of the things were not in our control.  I had a to do list, I have done most of the stuff, surviving till thus far with school, relocating, driving up Chapmans Peak and running every morning.  Okay maybe not running every morning, but I tried.

I may not see God's work in my life at the moment...but I know His keeps an eye on me.  To my late Mom, this is just the beginning, you supported this dream, its still so surreal that you gone.  Now watch how I make you proud.  Such a pity my children will never experience Sunday mornings with you*cues ABBA's Dancing Queen.

I smell TOUCHDOWN!!

This is my second last post of the year.  The blog I had to start for my Media class.  If I ever venture into the blog woods again, hopefully it will be when I am a fashion buyer.  Then I will show you what I truly love, my passion,what I believe is my true calling,  making women look and feel beatiful in clothes.  

I hated having to post here, because I have always maintained am a terrible writer*and I still maintain*, am a reader instead.  Like acting we cannot all be the actors or leads, the needs to be an audience to enjoy the play.  Now that we have that out of the way.  Thank you to my family, my friends and my classmates for always checking out my blogs.  Gosh don't I sound like a retiring queen.  I never wanted this blog, and we all know by now, you cannot anything from the internet.  I hope my future employess won't hold it against me at some point.  And my kids will like seeing or reading this part of their mom's life, when they do find it.  Coz I ain't telling them, he he.


Do you celebrate the things you do have?

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When you're her age, (over 80) what will matter to you most?

My best friend Khothatso and I have discussed this numerous times.  She says chances are, we will never get married and will end up in some old age home filled with cats. 

I think we will have children, well me rather, and she will spoil them rotten. 

What matters at that age are your false teeth, your spectacles in order to see not read and just being comfortable.  You become a child again.  My grandfather loved jam, marshmallows, drinking sweet tea and fizzy drinks.  If you are lucky, you would be surrounded by your grandchildren and telling them stories*some made up* whilst gardening with them. 

I would presume family and what kind of life you led will matter the most.  The legacy you will leave behind would be more important.  My grandfather had a "motto" on family home gate since I was a child.  It says VUKA UZENZELE which means WAKE UP AND DO IT YOURSELF.  That is the legacy he left us.


My best friend and I in Cala, my grandfather's gate.


Would you break the law to save a loved one?

In this country, that is nothing, I would even kill, well not the way  Shrien Dewani oke killed his wife.  Another kill, the one when someone breaks into your house, I would shoot them without firing the warning shots to protect my family.

Committing a crime is very wrong, and in a country like ours were crime is so high, I should not be encouraging such.  But family is family. 

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Well, maybe stealing candy for my nephew is as far as I will go.  I am too chicken to go to jail.  

Have you done anything lately worth remembering?

Ha ha ha ha I can't help ithad to laugh.  Babalwa and I pulled an all nighter doing an assignment for PR.  This meant she had to sleep over at my Res which is not allowed.  So we sneaked in and she did not sign in.  This is a huge deal, because never breaks the rules.

We worked till the wee hours of the morning, and ate so much food.  In the morning when she had to leave, we were so scared that security guards would see her. So stayed for a good two hours trying to think of how she could pass without being noticed.

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Its worth remembering because besides the terrible assignment we had to do, we had a lovely night.

Who do you love and what are you doing about it?



A certain gentleman, that calls me sthandwa sam*my love in Xhosa* and means it.

We talk on the phone almost every morning.  He makes me laugh, walks with me all the time through this terrible time and his just a really big, sweet, toothless tiger.  He tells me he loves me and his really glad am in his life.

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What we have is really precious.

If you could do it all over again, would you change anything?

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I would like to say no, but I would change two things.  I would not have enrolled for my Btech in Public Relations.  Instead I would have moved to Cape Town and try to find a job instead of studying.  This year was just a big waste of money.

Secondly, I would go back to the night before my mum passed.  Instead of listening to her when she said will talk in the morning, I would have said NO  and continued talking to her.  Or called abit earlier.  Morning came and she was gone.

This is not to say, I did not enjoy this year, I met great people, did a lot of incredible stuff...but it feels like I traded with the devil and lost so much more.

When was the last time you tried something new?


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Recently nothing really, but two of my friends and I will be going on a Shot Left holiday.  Shot Left is a Department of Tourism campaign, that promotes that South Africans must travel and know their country.  This is our second trip, we hoping to do it yearly, and not to go the typical places like the beach every December like we have been doing.  Last year we went to Clarens in the Eastern Free
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This year we going to see the Augrabie Falls in the Northern Cape.  The Augrabies Falls (play /ɔːˈxrɑːbz/) is a waterfall on the Orange River, South Africa, within the Augrabies Falls National Park. The falls are around 60m in height. The original Khoikhoi residents named the waterfall Ankoerebis, "place of big noises", from which the Trek Boers, who settled here later on, derived the name Augrabies(wikipedia.com).

I am truly looking forward to this trip, and after such a horrible and hectic year.
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Which activities make you lose track of time?

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A site called Justcurious.co.za which I can access through my phone.  I know lying on your bed and just staring at your phone and moving the cursor till your hands are numb is not an activity.  But this is something that really took most of my time.  I could read their articles without even noticing that time is flying by.  Its a gossip site about our local celebrities and the comments people make are hilarious and mean.

Yesterday, I borrowed Sinazo my laptop, instead of being stressed that she is not bringing it back and that I have a deadline to meet for today.  I just logged on to justcurious. 

It makes me forget reality and just relax.

Wednesday 7 November 2012

Do you think crying is a sign of weakness or strength?

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For me its a waste of time honestly.  Its soothing yes, your tears might make you feel relieved for two minutes, but its not a permanent solution.

Sethi and I during this period of assignments and running around like headless chickens we BBM each other  a lot.  We are culprits of leaving things till the last minute.  Then the workload gets too much, then the emotional meltdowns creep in.  So normally I will send her a "should I cry now or later" message and every single time she says "later".  This pisses me off immensely when I want to throw a pity party or simply want to give up.

Today though I know this helped, because instead of crying I would do my work.  By the time I am done, I forgot about the meltdown.  Crying is good, no weighing needed if its a weakness or strength...but it can be time consuming.

To my Zim dollar with love.

Are you holding something that you need to let go?

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Yesterday while I busy chatting to someone on BBM, our seemingly innocent conversation turned to something sordid and mean.

I was told am miserable and a stereotype.  It cut deep and left me quite sad to be honest.  I could have immediately taken the victim mode or attacked back.  I did not, instead I did some introspection.  Normally I surround myself with people that know me.  In this comfort zone I tend to "tell it like it is" without considering the other person's feelings because they know this is how I am.  This "acceptance," might have made me have a big head and not be able to draw the line.  All in the name of being honest.  And since my friends know me, they know I am not being cruel intentionally, and that its never my intention to break someone's spirit.

Yesterday I realised  I need to let go of wanting to be always right.  To learn to say sorry first  is not a weakness.

So maybe I need to tone this down, and be considerate.  And since I can dish it out, I must also be able to take it when the same is done to me.  Maybe I need to be more gentle with the truth or just shut my trap.  The latter will work better for now.

But...

When I moved here, I moved with the knowledge or with the stereotypical mindset that Colored people just  love fish.  Well the gaps*runs*, I was told eating too much fish was the culprit.

But ever since I moved here, if am in town, I always see them eating pie.  Yes, pie.  You know pie from Pie City, King Pie and all the other nameless places.  You look there is a person eating a pie, well a colored person.  I told this to Rox yesterday and she agreed with me, after a few giggles of course.

I am not saying this a bad thing, hell I love pie, a story for another day, but this post is not about me.  Its very difficult to eat pie and not mess on yourself except if you eating it with a fork and knife.  They eat it with an art no fork and knife needed, yet they have no crumbs on their faces, no crumbs on their clothes either, like its an acquired skill.

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There is no point to this post, but am simply sharing something I noticed.  Maybe I should get a life.




Is it possible to lie without saying a word?

Yes its possible.  If I lie down on the floor, I don't have to say a word.  *chuckles, am such a nerd* I know you do not mean it like that.  Just pulling your leg, I just like playing with words.  English can be such a cool language.

I don't know, is it possible?  Am at my wits end.  I am writing tomorrow, I am trying to catch up with my blogs.  I am hanging after a good night celebrating a friend's birthday.  My creative juices are gone.  I need to sleep.  I am scared if I take a nap, I won't be productive for the rest of the day.

No, Yes, Maybe.  I really don't know the answer to this question.  I hope that's not a bad thing.

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HELP PLEASE!!!



How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?

I had to literally count with my fingers to remember how old I was in Std 3, he he he.  

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The year was 1995, the first multi-racial school I went to was Holy Cross Convent Primary School.  I can just remember Mrs Albert's bookshelf, full of books with Nancy Drew, Secret Seven and Noddy can you believe it, Noddy in Std 3.  The school had a playground with swings, a swimming pool and a yard so big, everyday was an adventure.  I miss that carefree life.  

When the summer holidays came, my sisters and I would go to my grandfather's house in Cala.    The swimming in the stream, the running around in the meadow, playing house and collecting bird eggs and making new nests for them.  We were always trying to figure what was behind the mountain and the night stories*intsomi* my older sister would tell us before we went to bed.  I miss that sense of family.

So if I did not know how old I am, I would definitely be 10 again.