Disappointment is a bitter pill to swallow

Two people - myself and S.O.

An uber luxurious car - a caddi.

Destination - Port Elizabeth, a ten hour drive, give or take, from Johannesburg.

By hour five I want to see the ocean, bask in the warm sun and dip my feet in the cool water.

Only to reach a couple of hours later to cold winds and a volatile ocean.

Freaking bloody hell!

At least I still had choccies with me...my only salvation.

We are the champions

Golly gosh, India must be the biggest party as I write this. After all they just won the first 20/20 World Cup Cricket .

CONGRATULATIONS!

Just stuff

I bought this suit case recently. With my imagination, I can almost hear the steam engine getting ready to take off, hear the flutter of people rushing to get into heir carriages, see how elegant the women of the 1920s/1930s dressed and how gentlemanly the gentlemen were.

A chocolate candle...smells delectable! I feel like a druggie getting a hit whenever I go near it. S.O's Sister Person got it as a wedding gift. It's begging me to eat it!

Jo'burg Day

Picnic Basket - check.
Cooler Bag with sandwiches and drinks - check.
Blanket and pillows - check.
Eager to see various South African bands and musicians- check.
My skin roasting under the scorching sun - snag. (The question that boggles my mind is what happened to spring? It seems the weather here in Johannesburg jumped straight from winter to summer.)
Constant back and stomach ache for the day - snag.
Merciful cool bed sheets at the end of the day - seemingly my only reprieve.

Now why the hell is Blogger not letting me upload photos? Grrr.....

I yen for discipline

I reckon it is alright to indulge oneself every now and then..whether it be with a bar of chocolate, a long bath or even a new game.

On the other hand, indulging in laziness makes me feel guilty. Take last week - 6 days of pure nothingness. It was one of those weeks where I cannot really say I accomplished much. Er, maybe just a face mask, a manicure and pedicure, lots of telly watching and reading.

Gosh, I just got to make it up this week and drag my sorry self to do some work. To keep myself motivated, let me just imagine hordes of people cheering me on when I do eventually do something.

Sparkling and squeaky

Who would have ever thought that one person could collect such copious amounts of clutter? Erm, maybe not all clutter, but stuff!

You see, in the spirit of spring, I have decided to clean my room, pack my cupboards (yes, cupboards with an S), bring out my summer clothes as my winter ones go into hiding, sort out my book shelf and PC desktop, amongst other things. To those of you who are familiar with my ordered chaos method, you may now pick your jaws up from the floor.

In me doing this, hopefully the clutter in my mind will be easier to sort. You know, when I have room to breath then maybe I am able think better - but that is just my half baked theory. Here's to keeping my fingers (and toes) crossed on that.

In the mean time I will delight in being able to find my hairbrush without sifting through the war fare that was my room.

Happy Spring Day

Okay, so it is a day late, but what the heck?

That means soon enough it is going to be time for regular ice cream, enjoying the warm sun outside, booking holidays, wearing skirts, and braais! (SA term for BBQs - I braai strictly veggies though)

And may my boots not gather too much dust in the furthest corner of my cupboard.

Let the goods times start rolling.

Blimey, it is the end

It felt as if Harry Potter had become a good friend. I mean even though he had to battle absolute evil, there were so many people that identified with him on different levels. And even if it is not the greatest literature ever written, it certainly was the best selling.

Last night my eyes glazed over the last sentence of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Finished. Gone. Kaput! Now Harry Potter, the friend, will never be read. It is bittersweet.

"Au re-voir 'Arry," as Fleur might say.

Recent acquisitions

Secretly gleeful, I opened up birthday present after birthday present. Let me be the first to admit, I love presents...so much so that I will not elope so I can get wedding gifts!

So, after the big 2 and 5 here is the mandatory list of what material gains I have made:

• A chocolate fondue set
• A Cross pen - it looks like a bullet and it is made from chrome.
• Lots of jewellery: beaded necklaces, a bracelet, red ear rings and even sterling silver ones !
• Clothes (but of course...)
• A wee cute organiser for next year (talk about planning ahead!)
• A Fone Sox (FYI: it's pink and its got hearts on it to match my pink phone. It looks like a baby's sock)
• Chocolates (naturally)
• A CD - Michael Buble: Call me irresponsible
• A perfume set with a matching hand bag
• More pens and key rings.
• An old fashioned case with angels on it.
• A decadent late night snack of strawberries, ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate!

So a BEEEG THANK YOU to all of you, for the wishes, the time, coping with my brooding and for being you.

Now we can all look forward to next year. Evil laugh

1982 was a year that...

...the first CD made its public appearance in Hannover, Germany.
...the Golden City Press (now just City Press) hit South African news stands.
... a computer scientist, Scott Fahlman, from Carnegie Mellon University suggested the use of smileys (or emoticons) to express emotions in emails. :-) Good on you Scott!
...Micheal Jackson released his second solo album, Thriller.
...the first issue of USA Today was published.
...where movies such as ET; Annie, Poltergeist and Gandhi graced movie screens.
...popular shows like Magnum PI, Dynasty and Knight Rider changed fashion trends .
...and well, after some hours of labour, me mum gave birth to yours truly...two months and some days premature.
It's my party and I can cry if I want to.
A not so happy birthday to me...don't argue, aging is always quite depressive.
Let me rather have some dark, depressing chocolate.

Just a quickie

I have been marinating in misery. Well, part of me anyway. You see, it is a mere 8 days away. Just 8 days before I become a quarter century...and that sounds old. And maybe that means I have to become more adult like. But I still want to fight it. So yeah, a quarter century approaches.....arghhhh!

The mother of it all

Grey is the colour of my Cape Town trip

Dammit! How is this for luck: I trek to Cape Town after a whole 19 years and what do I see? Well, not much. For one thing, there is Table Mountain and I was gleefully going to take pictures and brag that I finally seen it again. However, she seemed rather shy and preferred to cover herself up in clouds and rain. Yes, that is what she decided to wear even after not seeing her for almost 20 bloody years.

Oh and the other attractions you may ask? Like the V&A Waterfront that was a mere escalator away from me. Well, let me tell you that because the wind seemed so angry I thought it would be safer to stay in the hotel room. She may have blown me away and I could feel her rocking the stopped car underneath. If the car had been lighter, I shudder to think what could have happened. She was out for revenge I tellya! She also had this cold cold bite, that I felt in my bone marrow. Brrr...

Weather in Mpumalanga also had her moods - going through PMS I reckon. But I did manage to fit in canoeing, a bird trail and being thrown into a freezing cold pool. S.O, his family and I went. Let me admit, I was a tad nervous, not like I have been on holiday with the entire family before. But it was fun and S.O has the potential to be a traveller after all. Now we just have to pack our bags and hit the road (or sky) again.

The sun was behaving quite strangely as well. I am not sure what was happening, but the sun was a shade of orange that I have never seen before. The end of the world perhaps? In addition, when I pulled out my camera to take a photo, a line appeared through the sun. Thinking there may have been something wrong with me camera, I checked with the other one. And lo and behold, there was the line through the sun again. Quickly, I began to snap away. Alas, the line did not appear in the photo itself. But at least I got pictures of the weird orange sun and the cheese yellow moon.

An orange sun?

A very yellow moon

Pictures by Priya

In with the old...II

Seven years is a long time not to see someone...even if you were merely acquaintances. But when you were good friends, then it is simply awful.

Imagine my surprise last night when a high school chum strolled into my house as if no time had passed. Sure, we've seen each other sporadically but this made my jaw drop to the floor and I hope I did not look like a total idiot.

We always said we will meet up, deep down knowing it will never happen...but this did happen. And I was happy to be wrong this time.

We managed to time line the past seven years over coffee, whisky, a martini and cosmopolitan...in a space of three hours. It felt too short, too quick, a mere flutter of a butterfly's wing.

So Rishen (a.k.a Juggies, Jugs) thank you for popping in. Here's to our friendship never hitting the pause button again. May we always laugh at old memories and make even better ones hereon after.

Save the cheerleader. Save the world.

On Newsday:

NBC's surprise-hit fantasy drama "Heroes" was named program of the year last night at the 23rd Television Critics Association Awards in Beverly Hills. NBC also took two other major trophies: best new program for its ratings-challenged drama "Friday Night Lights" and best comedy for "The Office." HBO was a repeat winner in drama for its last season of "The Sopranos," which additionally earned the 220-member group's Heritage Award for enduring impact on media and culture.

Individual achievement honors reached beyond the usual suspects.

Michael C. Hall's title portrayal in Showtime's quirky new serial-killer saga "Dexter" took TCA's drama category, while the critics' comedy nod went to Alec Baldwin's breakout work as a loopy TV executive in NBC's "30 Rock."

Discovery Channel's breathtaking high-definition nature panorama "Planet Earth" took two category awards, in news/information and movies/miniseries/specials. ABC Family's teen-led fantasy drama "Kyle XY" won for children's programming.

The TCA's prestigious award for career achievement went to Mary Tyler Moore in a ceremony at the Beverly Hilton hotel ballroom, familiar site of the Golden Globes. Her long-ago "Dick Van Dyke Show" cohorts Dick Van Dyke and Carl Reiner are among the award's previous recipients.

*ends*

And after a Heroes marathon this past weekend, I am enthralled by it and want a second marathon. This show leaves me astounded, it really does.

Oh and I am loving Peter Petrelli (played by Milo Ventimiglia). He is quite the dish - a yummy one. Hmmmm...