Monday, 28 May 2007

All dogs go to Heaven

It's a year today that Frosty Baby moved there. I always wondered how I could live without him, and today I am still wondering.

"God Bless our Pets
They say memories are golden
Well, that may be true.
I never wanted memories.
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you.
A million times I cried.
If Love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
No one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
And heartache made a lane.
I'd walk to heaven
And bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken.
And nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again."
- Envirocin

Thursday, 24 May 2007

Tag tag tag

Jennifer, asked me for 8 habit/facts about me. I did not realise it was so hard!

1. Habit: I split my split ends. I know, I should rather have it trimmed, but where is the time?
2. Fact: I eat five small meals a day and still get hungry very often.
3. Fact: Bananas and apples seem like mediocre fruit to me.
4. Habit: I only drink water at room temperature
5. Habit: I tend to look at me shoes a lot when I am wearing them.
6. Fact: The Bother Person calls me Hobbit.
7. Fact: To the S-O I am like Dory from Finding Nemo, because of my bad memory. (eh, no laughing please)
8. Habit: I am addicted to bargains and shop at places others would not dare to step into.

If you chose to accept this mission and do this, it is amazing how much you learn about yourself.

Township time

Friday: Kliptown Informal Settlement
Monday: Daveyton
Tuesday: Lenasia South Informal Settlement
Wednesday: Tswelelang near Wolmaransstad

I have been spending many hours in these seemingly forgotten areas. It breaks my heart that in this day and age some people are still using the bucket system as a toilet. Some people still rely on gas stoves and candles. Some people have to share a single tap with an entire street. Some people have nothing more than one jersey to keep them warm even though temperatures have recently plummeted in South Africa.

Saturday, 12 May 2007

Down a yellow path

Alright, I admit it. I give up and raise the white flag. Hand over the olive branch. You name the defeated metaphor and I would have done it by now.

Yes, I suffer from Dorothy Syndrome - I love red shoes! And you know even after meeting the Tin Woodsman, the Cowardly Lion, the Scarecrow and defeated a Wicked Witch, this has got to be the best part of having DS.

Red shoes....hmmmmm...

PS: If you need to refresh the memory of this wonderful fable, read this.

Friday, 11 May 2007

More lyrics

The K-Man posted a lovely song on his blog and it reminded me that I love this song:


"How To Save A Life"

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

I have been whoring around:

....for chocolates
....for books
....for sleep
....for blogging
....for writing
....for vodka with peach ice tea
....for vanilla anything
....for ice cream
....for popcorn

Saturday, 5 May 2007

Time Travel IS possible

Freddy's baaaacccckkkk...

Well, maybe not quite. But the Nightmare on Elm Street DVDs are out. The Sister Person bought them and I was bursting the seams of my jeans to watch them. However, I only got through number one of seven thus far.

Those screechy knives for fingers, glamorous burnt skin and that red striped T-shirt - he leaves many girls screaming, even though it is in terror.

But Freddy seemed to be quite the comedian now. Alright, but there are a few scenes that stuck out in my memory like the succulent Johnny Depp (even with his big hair and narrow narrow jeans, there is no other word to describe him) being suctioned by his bed or Tina being killed on the ceiling.

And today on the Disney Channel I came across The Little Mermaid. Okay, so confession time: I was crazy about this movie, specifically Ariel. More than having memorised the dialogue (and I still remember it to this day!), I had the doll, the books, the jammies, the clothes. You name it and ten year old Priya had it (or whatever age I was back then). I still have it all packed away.

Ah, the way movies can serve as time travel machines. Screw those scientists who refute the possibility of it!

Literary Escapades

As if my life does not have enough chocolate, I stumbled onto books about it.

And I just had to bring these to the attention of other bloggies.

Spectacle A: Better than chocolate: 50 proven ways to feel happier by (eejit) Siimon Reynolds

As the title would have it, there are no prizes for guessing what the book is about. My two word book review can be summed up as: WHAT SHITE! At the back of the book, they say: "Why fall back on chocolate when you can experience bliss?" Baawaaaahhaaa! CHOCOLATE = BLISS Obviously this Double-I-Siimon fellow has never in his sad life experienced the glory of chocolate. What an arse, a royal stupid man arse with his ostrich head in the sand. I did not bother to go past page 7.

Spectacle A: The Chocolate Run by Dorothy Koomson

I found this treasure at the most unlikely of places: The Crazy Store even though X did not mark the spot. But anyhoo, this is going to be far longer than a two word book review so read at your peril. I do not think guys will really fancy this one, being more chick lit than anything else. But these sort of books help ease the tension after a long, long, long day at the evil office.

It centres around Amber Salpone who as they say 'thinks in chocolate'. In fact, she is thee expert to tell you what chocolate you will be. Mind you this is what we used to do in high school according to how people looked: my best friend was Peppermint Crisp (because she was and still is uber stylish, chic and cool) then I was Milky Bar and the pimply kid was Whole Nut or Lunch Bar. Okay you get the picture...and now I need a bit of choccie... BACK IN 5... ahhhh, much better.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, so Amber is what I would call a Chocolate Guru, yes, with caps. She prefers to be called Total Chocolate Lover (TCL) to Chocoholic. Then there is obviously a guy in the portrait that messes up her simple cocoa flavoured life.

But here is the crux: has Dorothy inserted spy ware into my brain and created Amber? gives me the chills. The similarities on most parts, especially when it comes to chocolate are uncanny. Only difference is I do not sneak into the confectionery aisles at supermarkets and read the ingredients before sniffing the chocolate. Yeah, it sounds crazy, buy honest, I have not.

And the thing that sealed it for me is that she even called her man Significant Other (SO)! *GASP* Yeah, that really convinced me that dear Dorothy has snuck into my head and observed my thoughts, my dreams and my natty ways.

It has been a delight to read, chuckle and watch Amber wolf down chocolate after chocolate.

And just to make things a bit fun, I decided to give a few bloggies their chocolate names. And ahem, I may be wrong, what with knowing most of you only from Bloggerville and not the old fashion way: in person.

Alright, whose first? Quit pushing the line already. If I have left you out, just send an irate message to me in the comment section and I will have your chocolate name in no time (if there is enough of you in your profile section too, LOL)

Saaleha, I dub thee Rum and Raison because you are sweet with a quirky twist and a 'naughty' side that rears its pretty head ever so often.

Fatima, I dub thee Cadbury with Biscuits because you are just sweet on the inside and out. And let us not forget your essence which seems to be pure kindness.

Jennifer, I dub thee Milky Bar with Rice Krispies because as a mum and wife you have that softness but your writing has that funny, witty edge to it.

Hamish, I dub thee Bar One because you always seem to have so much energy that shows in your writing. There are no hidden agendas with you and likewise with Bar One, there is no taste that sneaks up on you.

Bibi-Aisha, I dub thee a Health Bar simply because you do not have much chocolates and you all goodness.

K-Man, I dub thee Dipped Flake because you seem both solid and gentle - the best of both worlds.

Queen Lestat, I dub thee Dark Chocolate with Almonds because of your obvious love for things supernatural and mysterious but you also have a loving sweet side too.

qDEE, I dub thee Turkish Delight because you seem like such a softie and you always have these cute lil pics up on your blog.