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...
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.
P.S. do put rocks in your pockets as anchors.
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Tuesday, 30 October 2012
New obsession...EASTERN BAZAAR
I 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.
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.
Now I go so many times, trying new things, that the guy who sells there says SEE YOU SOON.
Its so bad, I actually chose a chicken curry over our Deputy President Kgalema Motlanthe's new book.
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.
Now I go so many times, trying new things, that the guy who sells there says SEE YOU SOON.
Its so bad, I actually chose a chicken curry over our Deputy President Kgalema Motlanthe's new book.
The 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 here ).
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.'
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.
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.
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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.
Monday, 22 October 2012
Dare to be different.
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...
Pictures have a way of just capturing the most beautiful moment and they tell a different story for every person who looks at them.
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.
When being different is captured so beautifully.
Pictures have a way of just capturing the most beautiful moment and they tell a different story for every person who looks at them.
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.
When being different is captured so beautifully.
Wednesday, 17 October 2012
Am 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.
Only 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.
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.
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.
What 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.
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!
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*.
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.
What a bummer, I would make such a HOT staying at home mom.
P.S. not everyone can pull a Victoria and be both, some of us, we always HAVE to choose.
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!
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*.
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.
What a bummer, I would make such a HOT staying at home mom.
P.S. not everyone can pull a Victoria and be both, some of us, we always HAVE to choose.
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