...I am odd

Last night I set myself a goal to make the best bolognese so far and to have it read for my S.O. when he go home and to be awake for that time. He got home at 12:30am and then only did we eat.

I only realized this morning how little I actually slept last night. Being determined to stay awake made it a little difficult to fall asleep when I did finally decide to go to sleep. Add to that the hot cold hot cold hot cold feeling and I reckon I only really fell asleep at about 2.

My poor love over slept and there was a panic filled 4:30 wake up with lights and all. He left , I got up, switched off the light. I slept and dreamed about this abandoned town where everyone was frozen in time and I was part of a group of people who went to investigate it's re-awakening after a rich gentleman moved in to a hotel there.

Wake up again at about 5:30 , then 6, then 6:09, then 6:18, then 6:27 (can you tell my snooze lasts 9 minutes) finally got up at 6:36 and got lovingly handed a bowl of muesli.

Now to have a lift off and try and wake up.

48 days till my birthday and I think I will get my nipples down 4 days later

I Will Not

On Saturday night over dinner I was telling Cacey that I no longer knew who to support in Israel anymore, who was right and who was wrong and where I would stand if I had to stand up and fight. When I was living therer for a year it was clear...The left wing movement had my support and I attended many a rally and protest. I believed their strive for 2 states for 2 nations was rightous and that the palestenians deserved a country of their own. I would deffend the non-extreem palestinian people that I had met and while I didnt condone the suicide attacks I did understand the frustration.

Over this weekend I have been given my answer: Where will I stand up and fight? No where close to Israel. You might say I am a coward because at a time of war I choose to run away, you are wrong. At this time, for this war I choose to stay away because I do not believe either side is justified. If any of you have played Worms , you will remember the little clip at the begining where each worm brings out the bigger gun to outdo the other and I believe this is what is happening right now. I believe that Isrel deserves the katusha's for its response, to the kindnapping of 2 soldiers and killing of others, was exaggerated and I belive that the lebonese deserve the bombings because they had created a sanctury for hesbollah for man many years.

I am fuming that this is happening, my family is in reach of those katushas and RaÕamÕs , 1 of those that landed yesterday was 10km away from where m grandmother lives. My mother, the clever woman that she is, wants to go to israel to be with my grandmother(instead of bringing her here). My cousinÕs babies are only just begining life and their first years will be marred by a couple of terrorist freedom fighters and politicinas who dont know how to function without their sixshooters locked and loaded.

Do I support Israel? NO! do I support Hezbollah? Hell NO! I support my family, my Israeli friends and the millions of innocent people caught in this stupid war and its stupid objectives and the whole childish, egotistical, idiocity of all this.

I will sit saftley on my chair here in South Africa, waiting for some one to make a comment I can appose, but I will not stand up and fight because I have nothing to stand up for.

...bad donk! No Fruin!

It was a regular Friday morning. I was sitting at my eMac at college checking what was new on darklight and darkside when I saw a sad little post by Cacey about her not being able to get to PE for her son’s 15th so you know what I did? I volunteered to take her. I honestly didn’t give it too much thought, I just volunteered. If I had thought about it a bit longer I probably would have called myself insane while waiting for her to pick up the phone, but I still woulda dunnit.

So Friday night came and went, underworld was pretty, but not _shiney_. Major glitches and matrix rip offs and I wish they would have digitally mastered the eyes so you could actually _see_ they were wearing contacts.

Saturday morning arrived and while Jacktar went to the airport to drop some people off I went home, cleared my car and then packed for the journey. Picked Cacey up and then went to fetch Jacktar. Was the same usual drive to the 1stop and I handled that. From there Jack drove till we reached a nice little farm stall called “The Blue Crane”. The products were wonderful (if not a little expensive) and they ranged from loads of different honeys to lavender syrup. The shop owner herself was not what you would expect from a farm stall outside of Swellendam. She saw my pentacle and went all Wiccan on us. She plans on dancing under the full moon sky clad so that she can look as youthful as Cacey. Apart from that she was really nice and let us pick some Greek chilies (will dry them out and grow them).

From there I drove through what was definitely the worst part of the road. For a lot of the way it was fine till you reach Wilderness. From there they are doing road works all the way to knysna. What would normally be a 120 zone is 60 and keeping that speed (‘cause you know if there is a temp sign up they definitely have cameras and they were there) was very difficult with several people driving up my bum. Most of them were in a rush to kill themselves, crossing over yellow lines and into on coming traffic.

We stopped in Knysna for a bite to eat. Went to 360° South. The service was slow (although we were in a hurry which may have compounded the issue) Cacey and I had a croissant with turkey, mayo and emmental which was really good and I didn’t even get to see what Jack’s Ouma bread with pastrami and cheese and salad looked like before he swallowed it.

The rest of the trip through plett (which is huge and they play polo there) and the garden route was beautiful, we even got detoured and 1 part where they force you to take the round way route which was great because you could see J-bay from up high, it was beautiful.

We arrived at the huge house where in Cacey’s parents and son live and went inside quickly to change. Then we bundled into a little freelander and went to YinThai. The food = wonderful, the company = wonderful, the service = crap. They had 1 waiter for 6 tables. A tiny buffet and no management. Didn’t help any that I was very sleepy and nicotine deprived.

Desert was disappointing and the hot jasmine water (over diluted jasmine green tea) didn’t help. On the way back in the little freelander I fell asleep, which felt good. Got back to the house and climbed into the very white crinkly clean bed and slept…well not so good. Woke up and had a shower, got out the shower and had a foot bath. The bath was built badly. So the water kept flowing off the side onto the floor not into the bath and getting out was an extreme sport because the bath was a lot higher then the floor. At least there was hot water.

Had an interesting breakfast of cereal, tea and scrambled eggs in the microwave. Don’t sea the point really; they come out so much better in a pan with some butter and a fork. *shrug*

We set off around 10:30 and took a nice leisurely drive back to home. Stopping off in Knysna, where we went to the spur this time. REALLY good food. The salad valley was wonderful and the steak was perfect. We then set off again, again I drove though the construction part and again I had idjits who expected me to drive in the yellow line while there were pedestrians everywhere. If they wanted to put themselves in a coffin or a cell that was their prerogative and I returned their zaps with zest. Sometimes I wish I had a big neon sign over my car or a loudspeaker like the traffic cops have and tell people exactly what I think about them and their driving; most times I know this would be a very bad idea. We stopped off in riversdale at the wimpy and got a cool mixy cup thingy. It rocks!

We got back to Cape Town at around 8 and dropped Cacey off at home. Went back to Jacks and went to sleep. I slept… A little better. It’s those damn moaning whores I am sure of it.

Had sex for breakfast and my day started off great. I have now killed a Lindt Gold bunny and left some for my honey bunny and I still have loads of chocolate to work through…yay :)

oh and here are the pics

...this is a _wonderful_ country

Really! A country where you can tell a cop he is a liar or tell woman they deserve to be raped if they wear a g-string. A country where the people in power regards HIV and AIDS as dangerous as the common cold or can lie in court about Zulu cultural laws.

I am sure most people have waxed lyrical about the Zuma case on their blogs. “I knew there was only a slim chance that I could contract HIV from a woman”. If that’s what a former deputy president is thinking, what does it say for HIV/AIDS education in this country? If it’s true about him not being “allowed” to leave her wanting according to Zulu tradition (and some of my sources say otherwise) then he should have bloody well gone to the corner café and bought a box of rubbers. They are not that difficult to come by (or come in for that matter). When last did he get tested? Maybe he hasn’t contracted HIV from her but if he is HIV positive he runs a risk of compounding her current infection.

Leading from that is his throng of aggressive and obviously uneducated supporters. “Women who wear these [g-string] deserve to be raped” Are we in the fucking stone age? Do people have to constantly prove that despite the façade this is still very much a 3rd world country? Besides the fact that Zuma’s accuser was apparently not wearing any underwear at the time, so how does this apply?

As for calling cops liars. That comes from my wonderful friend who crashed into my car and apologised so beautifully and humbly on the scene of the crime. He is calling the cop that wrote down his statement and filled out the accident report a liar. That he did not at any time admit to running the light. Fine call me a liar (you little piss fucker) but the cop? Have you no shame! No respect for authority?? It’s not as if the cop had anything to gain by blaming you so why would he randomly decide to write that down. Like I would randomly decide to go through an already red light, not a changing one, a red one, which had been red for a while. I really want to call the moron and tell him where to shove his antenna but that might hurt my case a little. That’s fine I have more power then he can imagine, because I have an unrelated witness. Some one who happened to be at the right place at the right time? Not a friend of mine, hell we come from very different worlds, I want to see him call him a liar too. If this goes to court he is screwed 5 ways from Sunday because my father is willing to take this that far to teach this SOB a lesson.

To top it all off I was disappointed with last nights “thunderstorm”. It was there and then gone and unless you lived far over on the boerewors side of the curtain that’s all you got. Bleh!

…I really don’t time for this

Well I don’t. I am working part time, studying in some of the other time and I have no internet connection at home. I blame the trees for that. Well the wireless companies did so I can too. We cannot receive wireless internet because there are too many trees…apparently.  So we are going to have to sell our souls to telskum if we are going to have any internet but if we don’t hurry up the lease will be over before the line is installed.

In other news the insurance company officially wrote off my car yesterday. For those who don’t know…here is a flashback. Friday the 24th of February was a busy day for me. I went to college, fetched Beth, went to get our hair straightened, went to Canal Walk then to Durbanville for The Fey’s birthday thingy. Then took Beth to Obs for her birthday thingy. Drove to sea point only to be told that the plans for coffee and snacks in sea point had been cancelled and due to lack of airtime it was emailed not sms’d to those participating that it was cancelled. So I left thinking “great I can now go to Beth’s birthday thingy” didn’t make it that far. Driving towards the N1 I went through an intersection, my light was green, from the waterfront side a silver Audi’s confused driver thought the lights in the middle of the intersection, being green, were signaling him to carry on and completely missed the fact that the lights on his side of the intersection, being red, were signaling him to stop. So straight through he goes, chasing the green lights straight into my car. My ABS worked, till the cable snapped because of the angle he hit my tire into, the airbags worked, and I came out safe and sound. My car came out with: Snapped break cable, broken axle, crumbled fender, scraped left front and left rear doors, broken hubcap, bend bonnet, bent valance, dented engine cover, broken grill, broken bonnet, pierced gearbox…you get it, it farked. So now I get a new car…which would be way more exciting if my car wasn’t only 4 months old.

That was a really long paragraph, but wait there is more to the story.

So the guy who crashed into me apologised profusely admitting guilt to me and the police officer. When it came to the insurance bit he told his Ins. Company that _I_ ran the red light he was going through amber (apart from the sever lack of logic as to why I would go through a red light in the middle of a red light, when my lights hadn’t _just_ changed etc) because his ins. policy states he cannot admit to guilt, sucks to be him because I have a copy of the accident report and guess what? “Driver A: He admitted he missed the light first” The English isn’t so lekker (;p) but the point is there. You cannot change a statement made on the scene of a crime. Jacob Zuma is in the same sorta shit.

Ok now that story is finished.

In other news. My parents finally met Jacktar. My dad first, breakfast at the Garden’s Center, then my mother, supper at Il Postecino in sea point (divine Italian food). My dad reckons he is a very nice guy if not a little too old and a little too goi for my but he wasn’t surprised by the goi part. He knows I don’t care about that so he is just happy I am happy. My mother said “He’s Sweet” which either means she really liked him or my father to keep her mouth shut and not say anything nasty. Who knows, don’t really care.

Work is driving me mad. We don’t have a receptionist so the work is being split up. The foreman is on leave and the driver/assistant admin decided to take sick. All in all I have precious little time. My days are also halved because of college and I have that work to do. I have to work on the 21st but its being exchanged for the 28th of April. So we can have a long weekend then. Jacktar and I might just go away for the weekend. It means Samhain won’t be on the 29th but we often don’t stick to the dates. I need a holiday and a 5 day holiday where leave is not required to be taken for it is a bonus.

That’s it for this installment. If people want to hear about anything in specific just tell me, I will post again.

Short update

So last night Skylark and I started Belly dancing. Rank 0: Grace of a dying swan. Felt seriously silly but had lots of fun doing it. Stomach muscles hurt a little after but no side affects today, they will probably hit tomorrow.

DB’s aberrant group was as ruckus as usual. They now discovered they are the most powerful beings on earth. First thing they do is fight over who gets which continent.

In other, more exciting news, on the 7th of Feb I am going back to college.  Yup. I am going to be a student again. Very exciting and scary, jus waiting to hear from the lecturer what I need.  Ok as I wrote that sentence I got an email from here telling her exactly what I need. Going to gather all I need tomorrow and send it through.

Yay!

Ooo pretty shiny Macs
*drool*

...I need energy to write blog entries

So it’s Jan 18th and that means it’s almost a month since my last post. Quite a bit has happened in that month and I guess I will put it into major events point form or something….right:

• New Years Eve: It was a quiet new years in comparison to…well...any new years I haven’t spent with my parents (except for the 1 when we were in JHB and my parents let me swim at night and then later let me have some beer and champagne [but not while swimming] that was fun) Had a braai at our house, people fighting for what ever space they could get on the tiny weber (not gonna happen again) and we got nice and toasted. I went to Gotham for long enough to have a double Amarula…quickly and then went back home to bring in the New Year. Had some champagne, had more. We played I have never…which got rather interesting, drank more champagne and another spin (that’s 4th 1). Went to bed at about 2am but I believe people showed up after that *shrug* I was busy *eg*

• New Years Day: Spent the better part of the day reading, sleeping and making sure BabyAcid drank water. At 4 went to Schpat’s for poker. I wasn’t going to play, just went for company but was convinced to play and I don’t regret it. Had lots of fun, good braai (Hila do you mind pork being made in same place as your food; no; which is your food; the pork chops), good company. Dave Sharp took the winnings (I can’t play, some explain), Zenstar was out first. Schpat lives in a very nice house.

• So last weekend my depressive stage started again. I go through these every now and again and my world feels like the most horrible place and I cry for now reason. Previously I have had being lonely and no-body-loves-me to blame it on but it’s not the case this time. I tried being as aware of it as possible so when Jacktar couldn’t make something because of work I tried very hard not to take it personally. I didn’t manage but I didn’t take it out on him because I know it’s not his fault and he really would make it if he could. I refuse to go on meds but I will try the herbal recommendations if I get a chance to.

• Moyo: Thursday I was invited by the people Jacktar was working for to Moyo. All expenses paid wine and food and really good company. The parents and the son are from Australia and the cousin is from Canada. You could tell the cousin and the son spent a lot of time together cause the aussie boy sounded more Canadian then aus.

• This past weekend: Friday night was an early 1. Went to Gotham but was home by 12. Jack managed to make it too. Had a nice chat with Al and then later Jason but all in all Friday was a quiet night. Saturday I went to the horse races with my daddy. He made quiet a killing off a horse he chose because of his colour, later finding out his sire was the same sire as a previous horse my father owned. After which had lunch at home then went to see Jacktar for the 2 hours he had off, was a nice “nap”. Got home, changed clothes watched some more desperate housewives and went to Cacey to get my hair done, that took a while but I didn’t mind because we got to have a nice chat. I like chatting to Cacey. She often puts things into perspective for me and sometimes just listens, she seem to know when the right time to dispense advice is and which the right time to just listen is. Sat night was loads of fun. Gotham’s first birthday. Dave42 and Princess_Anie made it out which was a big surprise. P_A had called me earlier for plans and I had to inform her that I was busy and I felt bad about it. There is a new “lounge” at Gotham which made huge difference to the fullness of Gotham. At about 3 after quite a bit of alcohol we went to Sid and Cacey’s house and as inhibited as I was I managed to make pancakes. We then watched league of gentleman and when my pancakes finished so did my energy. I passed out on the couch and only woke up in the morning. Cacey and Sid pulled out the sleeper couch for me and I fell asleep for all of 20 minute and then…


• The Break in: I get a call from Herald. “we need you to come home”(what? I left my parent’s home so people would stop making me come home) “we’ve had a break in” (oh, right, shit). So I get home in my going out clothes and unlaced docs and there are Herald, Skylark and Heralds brother and father, plus several ADT people. I get told to go check if anything is missing from my room. Now understand I thought this was just a regular break in and entry type thing so when I got to my room and found a kitchen knife on my bookshelf my heart did a belly flop…in my belly. I turn to Skylark. No, the held them at knife point and tied them up. They took about R3000 worth of my stuff but they weren’t the smartest of thieves. GlovlessGuy: *picks up scanner* “where is the charger for the laptop” Skylark: “It’s not a laptop it’s a scanner” GlovelessGuy: “oh” *puts scanner back down*. The glove they did have were our dishwashing gloves, the left banana peals everywhere, half eaten yoghurt with the spoon still in it. 2 pairs of shoes and loads of fingerprints. They also trashed Skylark and Herald’s rooms looming for the hidden cash and firearms which they were repeatedly told didn’t exist. So turns out also that our ADT radio thingy that send the signal through to ADT wasn’t working properly so when they pressed the panic button it made a lot of noise but it didn’t send a signal through to ADT. That has been fixed and the burglar bars are being put on the 1 window that didn’t have any.

So that’s the long and the *scrolls up* long of it.