tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63723088974519358532024-02-06T18:45:49.596-08:00The Great Trek from Bloem to Cape Town...XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-65008923578474767922013-10-23T05:09:00.000-07:002013-10-23T05:09:37.678-07:00CLOWN<div>
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-26191008243505312812012-11-08T21:52:00.000-08:002012-11-08T21:52:24.729-08:00THE LAST LECTURE.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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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*.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-19770649306063558492012-11-08T21:32:00.001-08:002012-11-08T21:32:14.033-08:00I 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. <br />
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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.<br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-71420007211891015432012-11-08T21:18:00.001-08:002012-11-08T21:18:24.009-08:00Do you celebrate the things you do have?Yesterday after writing my Management exam. While sitting in the shuttle going back to Res I found myself for the first time in a long time thinking, am going to be okay. Whether I get a job or not next year. My biggest worry right now is giving up my beloved Cape Town, my Mecca. This has been in my mind so much lately that I am not taking anything in.<br />
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If by any chance I do not come back and my path takes me on another direction...I will celebrate the fact that I came and survived in a foreign country like Cape Town, ALONE. This is big when you are ME. <br />
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Lord hear my silent prayers, this is where I belong. Cape Town, my Promised Land.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-56959460796613923792012-11-08T21:05:00.003-08:002012-11-08T21:05:55.725-08:00When 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-60940589723837481802012-11-08T20:44:00.000-08:002012-11-08T20:44:16.987-08:00Would 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.<br />
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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. XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-50640645168255922512012-11-08T20:29:00.000-08:002012-11-08T20:29:04.178-08:00Have 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.<br />
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Its worth remembering because besides the terrible assignment we had to do, we had a lovely night.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-42192425366529047572012-11-08T20:13:00.002-08:002012-11-08T20:13:40.995-08:00Who do you love and what are you doing about it?<br />
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A certain gentleman, that calls me sthandwa sam*my love in Xhosa* and means it.<br />
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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.<br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-36141907203504071192012-11-08T20:04:00.001-08:002012-11-08T20:04:17.233-08:00If you could do it all over again, would you change anything?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody>
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-53803535085255286092012-11-08T19:52:00.001-08:002012-11-08T19:52:40.932-08:00When was the last time you tried something new?<br />
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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 <br />
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This year we going to see the Augrabie Falls in the Northern Cape. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 19.2px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Augrabies Falls</b><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>(</span><span class="nowrap" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: nowrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span title="pronunciation:"><img alt="play" height="11" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Loudspeaker.svg/11px-Loudspeaker.svg.png" srcset="//upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Loudspeaker.svg/17px-Loudspeaker.svg.png 1.5x, //upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Loudspeaker.svg/22px-Loudspeaker.svg.png 2x" style="border: currentColor; margin: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" width="11" /></span> <span class="IPA" title="Representation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English">/</a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="/ɔː/ 'au' in 'fraud'">ɔː</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="/ˈ/ primary stress follows">ˈ</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="/x/ 'ch' in 'loch'">x</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'r' in 'rye'">r</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="/ɑː/ 'a' in 'father'">ɑː</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'b' in 'buy'">b</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="/iː/ long 'e' in 'bead'">iː</span></a></span><span class="IPA"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English#Key" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English"><span style="border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px;" title="'z' in 'Zion'">z</span></a></span><span class="IPA" title="Representation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:IPA_for_English" style="background-image: none; color: #0b0080; text-decoration: none !important;" title="Help:IPA for English">/</a></span></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">) is a<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waterfall" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="Waterfall">waterfall</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>on the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orange_River" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="Orange River">Orange River</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="South Africa">South Africa</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">, within the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augrabies_Falls_National_Park" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="Augrabies Falls National Park">Augrabies Falls National Park</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">. The falls are around 60m in height. The original<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khoikhoi" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="Khoikhoi">Khoikhoi</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>residents named the waterfall Ankoerebis, "place of big noises", from which the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trek_Boers" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" title="Trek Boers">Trek Boers</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">, who settled here later on, derived the name Augrabies(wikipedia.com).</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">I am truly looking forward to this trip, and after such a horrible and hectic year.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 13px/19.2px sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span>XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-45151759689669155522012-11-08T19:31:00.001-08:002012-11-08T19:31:31.650-08:00Which activities make you lose track of time?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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It makes me forget reality and just relax.<br />
XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-44177528176092221142012-11-07T02:40:00.003-08:002012-11-07T02:40:54.596-08:00Do you think crying is a sign of weakness or strength?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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To my Zim dollar with love.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-33845365647055898112012-11-07T02:08:00.000-08:002012-11-07T03:04:39.791-08:00Are you holding something that you need to let go?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Yesterday while I busy chatting to someone on BBM, our seemingly innocent conversation turned to something sordid and mean.<br />
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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.<br />
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Yesterday I realised I need to let go of wanting to be always right. To learn to say sorry first is not a weakness. <br />
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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.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-82854979999789745292012-11-07T01:46:00.000-08:002012-11-07T01:46:00.188-08:00But...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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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There is no point to this post, but am simply sharing something I noticed. Maybe I should get a life.<br />
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<br />XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-26860604646265796442012-11-07T01:25:00.000-08:002012-11-07T01:25:06.351-08:00Is 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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No, Yes, Maybe. I really don't know the answer to this question. I hope that's not a bad thing.<br />
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-57597634443644926222012-10-30T23:15:00.003-07:002012-10-30T23:15:55.998-07:00Of all the forms of courage the ability to laugh is the most...REJUVINATING.<br />
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To be able to laugh in the midst of it all, yourself, your situation and everything else you cannot control. To laugh wholeheartledly from the pot of your belly, till you want to pee in your pants.<br />
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Laughing is equivalent to the faith that you have, that unwritten uncertainty that eventually, not now BUT everything will be okay. Laughter is the meantime to a better place that promised land.<br />
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When I hear the sound of a laughing child, I always know, with no doubt THERE IS a God.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-14401962338524443102012-10-30T23:01:00.000-07:002012-10-30T23:01:06.493-07:0028 October 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every year on TV they always show a clip on the news of the 'wind season' in Cape Town, I hope I can call it that. On 28 October 2012, I experienced it first hand. Mind you, my mom and I would always laugh when we watched it, women in the city trying to hold on to their dresses. I walked around on Monday chuckling under my breath because it was so weird. I wished I could call home...<br />
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The wind literally pushes you back, so you can't move forward or rather you cannot move, your foot gets stuck in mid air. Like you are in the Matrix the movie. I tripped on my own foot and nearly fell. I had to go back to town twice, because I forgot my wallet in my room. So when I was done, I went straight home, before the wind could blow me away.<br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-59899364661759592232012-10-30T22:45:00.001-07:002012-10-30T22:45:09.792-07:00New obsession...EASTERN BAZAARI don't remember in which sitcom I heard the word "foodist" but I got yet another excuse to just enjoy food with no guilt. My stomach is showing such terrible signs, it looks bloated, thank goodness for my concealers, CLOTHES.<br />
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Sivani had told me about the Eastern Bazaar, wanted me to try some Indian food, and said we MUST go till she got a job, and we all know how that story ended. Sometime three weeks back, my Zim dollar Sethi and I were supposed to be doing our Media assignment. Then she said she bought something she wants me to taste. I cannot remember what its called, but it was rice with eggs, green peppers, chicken strips, decilious spices and it tasted divine. I was hooked on the spot.<br />
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Now I go so many times, trying new things, that the guy who sells there says SEE YOU SOON.<br />
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Its so bad, I actually chose a chicken curry over our Deputy President Kgalema Motlanthe's new book. <br />
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XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-54976381852166168792012-10-30T22:23:00.001-07:002012-10-30T22:31:40.550-07:00The statute of limitations has expired on most of our childhood trauma.Dr. Gordon Livingston was a US author and psychiatrist, who wrote a
critically acclaimed book called Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart, wherein
he 30 truths or life lessons (which you can read more about <a href="http://apocketfulofdreamsbyct.blogspot.com/2011/10/only-bad-things-happen-quickly.html">here </a>).
He believed that every individual is in control of his/her destiny,
despite their past of current situation. The fourth chapter in his book
was called 'The statute of limitations has expired on most of our
childhood traumas.'<br />
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The chapter goes on to explain that despite what has happened to us in
our childhood, whether it be severe traumas of neglect, we are still in
control of our destiny, and in order to move forward we must first be
willing to let go of the past, in order to move into our future.<br />
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I have asked myself this question manier times, I even blogged about it earliar on in the year. I am still waiting for an answer from my destiny.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-71532334824581536992012-10-22T07:25:00.001-07:002012-10-22T07:25:28.989-07:00Dare to be different.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No words can describe how much I love this picture. I stole it from a friend it was her BBM display picture. When I told her am stealing it, she said she knew I would love it, so it was bait for me. I fell in love all right...<br />
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Pictures have a way of just capturing the most beautiful moment and they tell a different story for every person who looks at them.<br />
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Obviously I was captured by the little lady in the middle, the orange hair, the closed eyes because of the sun and those cute teeth. I cannot get over how beautiful the girl behind her is as well, her eyes speak of years of sadness, you can see both their reality in her eyes. The contradiction of their skin color makes the picture of course, had it been just one of them in the picture, it would be just another picture with a child. <br />
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<br />When being different is captured so beautifully.XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-22263200210181877142012-10-17T08:12:00.003-07:002012-10-17T08:12:53.233-07:00Am thankful...For the comfort I keep finding in words...when am feeling so lost, that only the kindness of words comforts me. From BBMs, to smses, to phonecalls or simply reading a random tweets and the never ending conversations. <br />
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<br />XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-86819686173561104552012-10-17T07:04:00.000-07:002012-10-17T07:04:22.989-07:00Only bad things happen quickly...Then you want to hold on to something, because everything is moving so fast, everything is blurry and you can't breathe because it feels like the air is being squeezed out of your lungs, squeezed in such a painful way words will never be able to describe it. Like the world's carpet has been pulled right under your feet, so you falling into this dark deep hole. <br />
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Then you make yourself stop, breathe, because its so surreal. Then you realise, just because you going through the worst time of your life. That does not mean the world will stop for your pain, nope, it just continues...that is the reality of life. It happens so quickly, that you are never the same ever again.<br />
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<br />XanzibarTheGreatTrekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05249925406095862032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6372308897451935853.post-21837645673164490532012-10-17T06:47:00.000-07:002012-10-17T06:47:16.102-07:00What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you!I would be a stay at home Mom, with four kids to be exact. <br />
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This is a bit tricky because one, the education I have literally blood was shed*apartheid regime* for me to have, how dare I not live the South African dream to the fullest? My mother raised us alone, worked so hard so that my life would be easier...so how dare would I just want to just sit at home, and be a kept woman? And for someone who has the biggest marriage phobia, being a stay at home mum would mean I would have to get married to someone, for the rest of my life...the HORROR!<br />
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Yet with all that said, I really would like to be one. Wake up and make them breakfast, drop them off at school, go to their after school activities and just be there and make them cookies on a Sunday morning. Give them butterfly kisses on their tummies and tickle them till they can't breathe...oh the sound of a laughing child*goosebumps*.<br />
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This will never happen, because I was raised and trained to be independent and more especially to never be submissive to any man. To want more out of life, to keep chasing this dream that will supposedly make it worth it, to be anything else...will be frowned upon, success is measured by things, not by the good, decent children you have brought into the world. <br />
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What a bummer, I would make such a HOT staying at home mom.<br />
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P.S. not everyone can pull a Victoria and be both, some of us, we always HAVE to choose. <br />
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*cues the SUPERWOMAN song*<br />
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As I am typing this week's posts, am so tired, so sleep deprived, walking around with a swollen face and wishing the MIGHTY FORCES would rather just fast forward time to mid November.<br />
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I have not done anything bold of late, just waking up and being part of the day when everything else is falling apart. My mighty forces of course are the amazing people around me, who hold me, when I can't be bold or feel like I can't anymore.<br />
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