Hi All

 

Been forever since I came on here...ahh how time rushes by, quite scary really, its almost a year since my 21st, and yet it feels like yesterday.

 

I feel like I have been caught in a twilight zone this week, apart from being horridly dizzy all the time from vertigo, its certainly given me enough time for 'me' so to speak to think about things a little more, which is not a bad thing to say the least...lying around at home due to inability to drive has been soooooo frustrating. Im so glad in the next couple days i should be 100% again.

 

I have felt like I am stagnating, asking the question...what do you want to do with your life Kez...? What if you were to die tomorrow, what would you have wanted to do with your life? A little deep for a fuzzy mind but nonetheless a completely valid question as I would loathe to be one of those people that wallows in and out of a miserable life dremaing of fullfillmetn but somehow never ever coming close to it!!!!! I want to live a FULL life...

 

I anticiapte now that although it has felt like I am getting awfully close to that comfortable place that soon enough adventure will come seek me out or alternatively I will be able to vent some sort of release and feel as uncaged as is humanly possible again.

 

We had a great week-end away recently..it was blissful, determined predominatnl;y by which flavous Ice cream I would have on my triple scoop, which book I would choose in the labyrinthine counters of this most wonderful and cheap bookstore we came across  and lastly what should we feast on tonight amidst the twisting twirling game of twister...!!! It was uncagey, comforting and blissfull unawareness, something that occasionally my mind likes to do...a kind of 'OUT TO LUNCH' taped to the door of the deeoper thoughts...sometimes the best ideas are born in the most seemingly unporductive hours and yet...what is an unproductive hour, but far I have had some of the most productive times away from my desk at work, yelling Carpe Diem to the sea and embarking on a time of reckless abandonment, and yet come away feeling the most refreshed, cleansed and hopeful human beign I could ever be...

 

So what makes a roductive day really...are we are conformant to societyies ideals that a head worker is he who does the most mind challenging work in a day or is it alternatively the man who takes the time to enjoy each breath he takes, to see the world moving around him in slow motion, to find the importance in every small second...

 

Im not into over the counter productiveness, nope...Im in it for the good ride....let me just take a deep breath....

 

sigh, that was beautiful!

 

 

Helloooooooo

 

Well no thanks to the great and fabulous Mnet I am now entered into South African Survivor - WOOHOO! I am so excited, I was prancing around the house last night singing to my mom.

Can you imagine...it will be sooooo fabulous...

 

I first had to beg my mom to not have a nervous breakdown if I entered, she eventually agreed but said that I live in a dream world, how the hell would I cope with the wildlife and my apparent distate for eating fish...well....hmmm...

 

I dont care, Im just dreaming about it, I really want to be a contestant and hope that I will at least get shortlisted! Im innocent enough to make people think Im not too much of a threat but I reckon smart enough to be manipulative in the situaion - I have to say i must be the one and only time when being a manipulative little biatch will actually pay off!

 

I am unable to elaborate more on my survivor dreams, but trust that i will be back to share my ideas and thoughts with you shortly!

 

Happy Public Holiday everybody - sadly for me its off to work....

 

Kez

Hey Yáll.....

 

Happy Easter, I hope you all got as spoilt with eggs as I did....I got quite a few I wont lie, but sadly not the Barbie Cup that I wanted....it was sold out by the time we got to Woolies....tradgedy!

 

So I think Im growing up..think being the operative word....

I been thinking about what it would be like moving into my own place, buying myself a new car and in brief moments of insanity what it ouwld be like one day when I have my own family...as old as I sometimes feel, I relaised that Im still just bloody youg...I was watching a grey bearded and sorted grey headed man the other wondering what it must be like to reach Sixty and think back about the fact that you have lived Sixty whole years...tonight I am wathcing my parents have a domestic about the lawn and wondering if I too would do that one day iwth my partner....

 

I think there are sooo many roads in life...most of the time Im sitting back and enjoying the ride..but there are a few things I would like to change about myself before I reach Sixty...

 

1) I would like to more loud and not be scared to laugh uproarously at any given moment..I think that there is nothing more endearing than a full bellied laugh. My best bud and I have been doing crazy things of late..i.e last night I donned an orange scarf and we played Uno..she then filmed me as 'Uri the World Champion Uno player, complete with a full on Russian accent'. before I collapsed off the bed in a heap of laughter..as we played it back I was really absorbed in the sight of us laughing so hard, crying tears and E screaming in the background how she was going to wet her pants...its draws you in and its warm and these are things that last a life time! In reality I am really shy in front of people and come out more in writing than in anything, but imagine if I could really voice all the crazy things I think or have the same ability to make people laugh in person as sometimes I do through my writing...

2) I want to write more....Ive been scrawling loads and loads lately and getting there..but its stamina. At one point last year I was really spurred on, who wouldnt be having a published author take note of some shitty little stories...that meant the world to me.....its is my dreamiest of dreamiest desires...to be a published author...world famous not for the way I act or dont behave but by the power of words on paper.

3) Ive changed my mind from wanting to touch every continent, I want to take it further than that and touch every country in the world...not in the conventional way...give me a beat up old car or a motobike and send me off with a backpack and lunchbox..I want adventure..I want spice...I want wild!!!!!!

4)Be happy for where I am everyday...sometimes work can be shit but I sure as hell have met some fantstic people and its all worth it in the end...and you know what..I just need to think back to the shitty jobs I have had after a hard day at the office and it would be enough to make me feel like I am in heaven with my job.

 

All in all..I want spontaniety with a touch of grounding....I want to be the freaky granny one day that goes..'when I was young....I rodé a bike through South America, got my trousers caught in the wheel and rolled down a ravine to be met by a tribe of painted people wearing nothing but leather thongs...' I want my life story to be so adventurous the nurses in the old age home think I'm dillusional...

 

I just want to Live...traa la laaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......

 

Hello Again...

 

Suffice to say I am finding myself at odds with life in general yet again...please allow me to stand on the soapbox and scream in a most torturous way about why hanging out with ex boyfriends is NOT a happy clapper scenario!

 

First off...I ended up willfully going to Watch Ice Age 2 with best friend and ex boyf who happens to be hitting unmercifully on best friend....mission impossible no..situation uncomfortable YES! I thought there was some small sprinkling of chivallry somewhere on this planet..but no I was proved dramatically wrong when I arrive at house and am led straight back to my car and told to drive like Moses the fucking cab driver! I was so unhappy, mostly due to the fact I have dwindling funds and an ever dwindling tank of petrol and Him mighty self kicked my friend into the back seat and sat on his throne in the front seat...I had my own back..trust felicity shagwell to lock her seats and have him sat nose against windshield the whole way..woohoo... M - 0  K-1 !!!!

 

So we go get the tickets for Ice Age and then go for dinner...he wants greasy food, we want healthy food, so he goes to kentucky and we go to house of coffees...we sit down in the smoking section and Himself comes skipping in and tells us to feck out of the smoking area or hes going to go back to kentucky and not eat with us...

This is my moment of utter disgust..... I have truly never looked at anyone the way I looked at him that night...it was the super triple decker uber death stare!I have no prblem not sitting in the smoking section for non smokers but for him..it was like he had pushed the explode button - all the tears he had made me cry came out in dagger looks...Im sorry but at this point in my life I think fannyboy can go and screw himself...so i gave him a mouthful...

I told him to go and sit on the other side of the smoking window and we could sit on the insde and we could all wave to eachother through the glass like a happy family......

Needless to say this caused a bit of tension...ermmhmm..moved myself to the non smoking section M-1 K-1....

He then starts playing with the lighter...so friend ever so awesomely takes the lighter away in one swipe and tells him off for playing with it...he starts protesting and friend shuts him down and tells him if he wants to play with fire he can sit in smoking section...did not hear a peep from him.... M-1 K-SLAM DUNK!

 

Ice Age was awwweessoommeee...I loved it. Friend sat in between himself and I to avoid any murder in the dark scenarios but could not spare herself the wandering hand of himself and was practically curled up in tiny ball against my side of the handrest as she does not want any of his beef at all...attttt alllllllllllllllll!

 

The anger of it all....the cheek of it all...does he not know the rule of best friends is to never  date anyones leftovers as it makes life uncomfortable and difficult...anyway last I heard was that himself was pissed off because I gate crashed ( friend texted me and begged me rescue her..took much persuasion) and ruined his dreams of getting funky with friend...cry me a river....he still hasnt quite got it and insists on her going to watch his hockey games in ice cold weather, which she artfully tricks me into going to- she is still running and I am still the devil ex girlfriend and together we stunt his performance on the field......

 

Never again - never ever will i endure an evening like that...

 

To Himself - if your species is going to make it clap your hands clap clap!

Helloo

 

Like the usual over jealousness displayed by shopping centres- they have had no mercy with the easter egg displays... I am now 100% haunted by thoughts of chocolate... not just the average chocolate, but by the big pink easter egg nestled in a big pink Barbie mug in Woolworths. I not a fan of Barbie - hardly at age 21 - its just that it looks so inviting and fun and so...well chocolately....hmmm

As a self confessed junkie, where magnum double chocolate ice cream and giant cadburys slabs have nothing on the craving - I am now in diet hell or heaven.I just cannot decide.

The other day whilst taking a break from the office and going to get lunch in what was supposed to be the salad section, I found myself ambling around the Easter display...so brilliantly situated before you can even hit the health food...with the effect it has on me, I truly feel for the Parents of junk food crazed children, who have to artfully avert the little monsters eyes away from the bulging shelves practically dripping with chocolate..! It seems the days of a simply delightful marshmallow egg are now a thing of the past...gone with black and white tv and the dude with the toupe on the news (although apparently there have been sightings of him...) I truly marvelled at what you can get nowadays. Big chocolate bunnies practically a metre high for those who really whish to indulge ( or husbands who quietly want to say Im sorry by going straight to the jugular vein of their wives chocolate hearts) Barbie or Spiderman eggs that come with a cup for the days after Easter when all thats left is a coffee mug and then fond memory of the chocolate in it, little Winnie the Pooh figurines in Chocolate and even little plastic Chickens and Bunnies that pretty much poop out mini eggs much to everyones delight.

There is no escaping it, in a world where everyone complains about obesity, its a marvel they havent banned Easter Consumerism.

Fascinating really.

I dont know how I am going to get around this one. I am going away for Easter and even now weeks before there time I am thinking how sad it would be not to wake up to the Great Easter egg hunt or alternatively if you please the bag of eggs waiting near the couch and the telly.I am clearly a child of the modern age.

A friends of mines mom came up with an idea of pure genius I thought. She told me that due to the fact she is the most normal woman who watches her weight, her mom decided one easter that instead of the great Easter Egg hunt she would indulge S in the next best thing - the big underwear hunt....allow me a moment to compose myself, this leaves me in fits of giggles everytime I think about it...her mom apparently hides the underwear for S to find. I have visions of La Senza silky thongs hanging from a tree branch in the garden....I sincerely hope that either they live in quiet area or their garden is relatively well hidden, can you imagine the experience for those quietly taking their dogs for a walk in the morning...what a sight!

I am tempted to pass this information onto my mother for future reference but I am holding back because  I dont know if I could attempt an Easter without chocolate let alone a normal day!As it is, we havent even reached Easter and already as I have mentioned I am itching to indulge myself..I have truthfully already eaten about 10 marhsmallow eggs..what was supposed to be a kind gesture for our clients with a box of thirty eggs in the office, quickly turned into an egg gorge fest...its never going to work if I start buying them.

 

 So I have managed to train myself to slink past the displays in woolwoths, but I have in the meantime discovered mini barbie chocolates and wait for it...a Winnie the Pooh mini pot plant..about the size of those sharpeners that have those barrel things attached to catch the shavings....it has a little carrot seed that you plant and when its big enough can put in the garden where you can marvel at your 1 little nurtured vegetable...I am tempted to get it and grow it on my desk at work, but I do wonder what people will think when they ask about it and I tell them I am gardening vegetables whilst trying to book for their flights......

 

It truly doesnt take much to catch my attention, but in after thought, its quite mad how we are all sucked into the fad...

I am writing currently as a slim person, but be warned after the 14 April...I will be rolling to the keyboard to ytpe whilst munching on my 1 little carrot!

Ahh... this may not be the most upbeat blog entry I have ever written..but sometimes you need to take a step back and look at things and think about things and finally learn that sometimes things just happen for wierd reasons.

 

These past few weeks have been an all mighty blur for a lot of reasons. The home front has been chaotic to say the least, all the grown ups have flonw away, deaths in the family, business trips etc, leaving the house feeling like an empty shell. Its kind of wierd, everything goes silent and I feel like I am looking at myself from a distance or more like following myself aorund the house, like a ghost I suppose. And in these times, as with any other period icmoments of silence, I find myself thinking about things deeper than the fact that I poured my morning coffee down the front of my work shirt, I have lost almost all my shoes and the only pair I have left have holes in it..scraping away the accumulating whipped cream on the milkshake of life is an apt way of describing it.

 

Sometimes it easier to write almost is third person because it is the only way of making sense of what life has to throw at you...and Im not talking about the depressive nature of things, Im talking about the things that leave you feeling dazed and funny and tongue tied and occasionally impressively stupid if there was such a term for this.

 

I am hugely into travel, I love it, in fact I think there is nothing more fulfilling than seeing the world, and I think Ive realised that it is not purely for the reason that you may see things that are world famous, but more so that you would meet people who would take your breath away in just the same way. I think Ive been lucky that way.Its become my way of perspective, its become my way of finding the true nature of things and finding myself and understanding that in one second you can feel the most intense pain but in the next you can find the most passionate unadulterated passion for life. When I came home to South Africa, I have to admit I didnt feel that way anymore, I wanted to give up on SA completely thinking that it would never be home, perhaps because the places I found to be home and the people I met that felt like home were in a completely different country living completely different lives to the people and would never somehow be able to match that experience! 

 

And then subtle changes happen and you suddenly find that you are breathing again and that is so much here to take your breath away. It can happen time and time again, these kind of revelations, but the thing I love the most about them is the fact that you can discover the same thing twice and still be taken by suprise.

 

Ive done so much in the last few weeks, but its not been huge things, small things, starting with my friends photography course and remembering how good it feels to take a photo of something and capture it in the way you personally saw it. This has lead to me wanting to just take random drives up the coast armed with a camera and to just discover what Cape Town and its surrounds mean to me again.And driving to all these new places untimately leads one adventure onto the next and before you know it you have done so many awesome things that perhaps you had forgotten existed.

 

And you discover new people along the way, even if they have been standing beside you all along..

 

When you least expect it, someone can become that breath of fresh air and its not the easiest thing but nor is it the worst thing that could ever happen.I really though it would never happen to me again, but then it hits you and its awesome, and it inspires you and it makes you want to be more who you really are inside, than the person who has to just get up in the morning and get on with life. There is just so much more if you just allow that one little thing to open your eyes. We miss it everyday, the most simple things and we get bitter and complain about how shit our lives are, but its a moment of perspective (and I wish I could live every day like this without having a reason) that makes you realise just how rich life is..

 

I think falling in love with your surrounds or people or both is what allows us to have those clear minds that we had when we were children, where there were no inhibitions or intense rights or wrongs -where things happened just because and where if you told someone you loved them, they wouldnt ask any questions, but they would know that its

 

'Just because'

 

And just because is as good a reason as any.

Its the most simple of things, but its the truth and when you look at it clearly you'll realise that living your truth makes the life itself the simplest encounter you will ever endure.

 

Helllooo

 

Hmmm, its been rather an eventful week, to say the least, I have had about all the bad luck my life oculd possibly muster to throw at me.

 

It started with an innocent, good samaritan endeaver to make dinner for my brother - all other family were away on trips. So I start whippng up some mince to discover there was no oil to brown the onions, calmly resort to margarine, and off I go, reach the point where it is time to add tomatoes, and low and behold, the ten million cans of tomato we had, have miraculously all been eaten the night before and I am left with some rather mank and quickly drying out mince. I found possibly the teeniest little can of tomato paste and almost rejoice, along with a bottle of tomato sauce. Usually one takes a can opener and opens it and throws it in and voila, but no - not in my life- the can opener breaks on named teeniest tiniest can. I start trying to jab the can with a fork and in a last ditch genius attempt, take a the biggest knife I can find and give one hard gash - in the end I am left with half the can of the most desperately needed tomato paste on white clothes and I am now hysterically crying - use the last of the tomato sauce I can find, until I see the mince looks worse than before , so I go to the shop to get all ingredients. I get home with four cans of onion and tomato mix,and was even excited because I had chutney, and then realise that I am holding four cans,with no can opener, and I forgot the oil for the pasta. I managed to get the cans open, not without turning the kitchen walls a new 'tomato' red and then broke down over the pasta. I had to call Gemma to guide me through the cooking process as I was certain I had seen the spaghetti mysteriusly form a mass in the water and I couldnt cope with that on top of everything else.

 

And the the prblems started with my car (chorie, jalopy, obstinate automobile) I had to lend her to someone for a month, this 'someone'' may or may not have neglected little Felicity Shagwell, before she came back into her adoring owners hands. After filling up with petrol on the way to work, I noticed she was getting a bit hot and shortly thereafter, felt it rather urgent that I stop the car for fear of explosion, managed to get her to phut phut down the road, before she exploded in my driveway, and released the river nile on the cement. I tried to remain calm, had been on time for work,but was now going to be late and left her  in the hands of a family member to get fixed. Attempted the work Scenario again the next day and she decided to let me get into the hospital parking lot before she exploded all over again- right next to the helicopter landing pad..frantic phonecalls to illicit urgent movement of hunk of metal that I was now cussing at, whilst hospital security guards looked on, evidently quite highly amused.

Went home to get another car to drive to work,when I came across my brother reversing it out the driveway, after calmly trying to reason with him to let me use the car, he started pulling 'signs'at me and I released a tirade of abuse back - subsequntely I had no car for the day, got inside to hear the phone ringing - answered - it was my neighbour telling me that she had a very mangled and what looked like chewed up telephone bill of ours, 'Would I like to come and pick it up?' - of course bloody not - Silently screamed into the curtain before missioning to work! 

 

It hasnt ended there,there have been mini unlucky episodes along the way since, whoever said bad luck runs in threes is the biggest arsefart I have ever heard of in my life. For a normally calm perosn, who takes the time to process things before I get angry, I have been furious and have cried nearly every day, it has disturbed my aura and made my body go into overdrive, resulting in a series of mini panic attacks, which after watching Oprahs fabulous episodes of "You could have serious heart disease and you dont know it', have led to me being stressedout more because I know think my ticker is going to go fairly soon as well!

 

Whatever I have done in my past lives that was so awful toresult in the week from hell, I am now apologising profusely, I am sorry, and I am begging for some one'' up'' there to realise this and send some good karma my way..

 

Om Mani Padme Hum

 

I am starting to feel that retreat needs to happen soon..

Very soon!

 

 

 

 

Hello

 

This is loser blogger of note - compeltely useless to say the least..

 

Its been ages since i have updated..and my what a lot has happened...

 

So we have had blackouts here in the western Cape...aahh, basically our electricity supplier is still working on power from the horse and cart area that cannot supply its modern city so for the past week, as the power station finally gave way we have had intermittent periods of sitting in the dark with candles...needless to say the Capetonians are spitting mad, as they knew about this happening a few years ago and did nothing, so small business are running into the ground from the losses, cant say we have been to unhappy at work, occasionally its nice to lie on the carpet and realx, but when u have a client who manages to blurt out the words 'its an emergency' and the phone goes dead..its not the greatest situation!

 

They estimate another 60 days of this happening, that would be two months - that would mean 'f**cking nightmare of note!

 

Its not been the greatest week, my best friends dad passed away, which is incredibly sad. She has come home from London now and you kind of have to work out how to be elated because she is home and at the same time feel this incredible sadness about her dad. RIP Frankie Boy!

 

Work is great, we had a conference and went away to a hotel for a night at a winefarm..picture over 100 people who love alchohol allowed to go free on a winefarm..it was debaucherous! I ended up with my clothing in someone elses room ( i changed there) and skinny dipping with the girls in our centre in the pool outside my room, then everyone leaving with my towels and Im butt naked, so had to crawl into bed. At 6am I quickly pulled whatever I could on to cover myself and ran through the little streets by the hotel to my friends room to get my clothes ( this is whilst seeing my colleagues coming out their rooms all freshly showered for breakfast, and I have mascara streaked down the side of my face and am commando!) and then realised when I got back to my room, that I had locked myself out..an embarressing trip to reception to get a room key and I could have a 2 second shower before running to the 2nd half of the conference...I didnt look to hot that day and to make matters worse I found like 20 beer bottles in my room from the night before, that Im sure left the staff of the hotel going WTF happened here coz i was in a room on my own!

It was a dress up...this is what we went as.. LOL...

 A complete rip off of the high class hookers and french maids!

 

I need a holiday from all this madness...aaahhhh!

 

So anyway, thats all Im gonna write about now, because I am running horridly late...

If you dont hear from me soon , its probably because Im sitting here in the dark with a candle whistling to myself and blinding myself reading a book by candlelight!

 

Kezza

Ahhh hello people

 

What abeautiful summers day it is here in Cape Town today, a slight gust of wind but nonetheless perfect...

 

I have the week-end off so I thought it was time I brought in the summer this week-end, by spending time in one of the most beuatiful places in the world.

 

We started last night at a restaurant called Quay 4 at the waterfront. On arrival it was packed...what a delightful sight on a thursday night, Cape Town is too beautiful to waste time worrying about work the next day and we were out amongst the other city goers. The open air cinema was host to an international film festival, sub titled films captivated people as we walked past. At Quay four, all the outside tables were packed out, the night still and perfect, the air clear and crips with the smell of the ocean as the gulls flew around above us in the dozens, white ghosts against the dark starry night. Yachts blew their horns as they came in to dock to join the festivities.

 

We started out with the obligatory fresh peach daquiris -sweet with a kick, ice flowing down our throats and cooling us in the warm air. As the night progressed we became more jovial and the live band started up with songs by Suzanne Vega, Fleetwood Mac and the like....songs that make everyone start tapping their feet and smiling as memory slips into mind and better yet new ones are created. During the course of the night they played the one song that epitomises the south african community, one that you can hear all anywhere in the world and gush with patrioticness.....we yelped as we heard the first few beats of the song, glasses were raised and we howled into air 'I LOVE CAPE TOWN!!!!!!' A song that brings everyone together and that you would rarely find anywhere in the world, where everyone joins together for a moment of South African spirit! As the night progressed a slight line of clouds formed in the distance, not thick and heavy, a thin line of wispiness and as we watched over the masts of the yachts, the moon rose in all its fullness and we sat silence, feeling that moment of existentialness, when you realise how you forget that life is so much bigger and so much more beautiful and it blows your mind!

 

We rose early this morning and put out beach supplies into the car, sarongs and caps, bat and ball, lunchboxes stuffed full of rich chicken mayo rolles, coke and towels....the morning was fresh and promised to be hot. We got to the beach at 10 o' clock, driving down the mountain pass I looked at the bay, completely taken by the turquoise waters we forget about and sat dreamily thinking of that first moment when your feet hit that powder soft white sand. And whilst lying in our tropical looking waters I gazed up at the mountain, our 12 apostles and the clarity with which each and every rock is visible on a day like this and again took a silent gasp, it never ceases to amaze me. That is the one thing about this town....You will see it in the pictures and think it is beautiful, but when you're really sitting there and you are so lucky to see this almost everyday, well it goes beyond beautiful, its the thought of that omnipresence and those that were here before you  in this city that holds its own history and what a pleasure and a privilige to reside here!

 

The ice cream sellers came around, their little slogans never ceasing to make a giggle......legend on clifton beach is the 'Granadilla lollies' and I can tell there is nothing more tasty in the world to have when you are lying on a hot beach....we heard the shouts 'Granadilla Lollies to make you Jolly..' echo across the sand and my friend and I instantly looked at eachother with that childlike excitement you get and stopped them to get one...ahh theres nothing like it, and the best part is the fact that your mouth and surrounds turn a bright orangey colour when you eat it, making the whole experience even more delightful.

 

After toasting ourselves we braved a dip in the water...I say braved because its like crawling into an ice bucket and makes you lose your breathe on that first dive, but its refreshing. Only the brave spend extended periods of time in the water...climbing onto the high smooth rocks that stand lonely in shallow parts of the water and jumping in...there is something for everyone there. Clifton is also well known for being a celeb hang out and without fail a papparzi photographer was camped out on the rocks with his super lens zooming in on everyone just in case....a thousand worlds in one.

 

I am on out again tonight to another part of town for drinks with my colleagues, the legendary Jam jar night....Primi Paitti the one place that thought of making use of the Giant jars of jam that you getting and fulling them to the bring with a delicious cocktail...sometimes so rich in acohol that you get a quarter of the way down and are already well on your plonk...well at least I am......

 

With the sun, surf and sand, sundowners will go down beautifully tonight, preparing me to start the mornign early as I camp out for the Robbie Williams concert tickets, the concert will be held here in Cape Town, its going to be awesome and I am going to make sure I am there....theres nothing like a concert in South Africa..South Africans on a whole are quite a community and there is some serious unity at these big gatherings...I wouldnt miss it for the world...

 

Im off to wash the sea and sand of myself..have a fabulous night people...

 

Why hello there friendly people....first off want to give a shout out to all of you for leaving comments on my blog..its so exciting when people like you, and also voting for me as a nominee in the MSN competition!

 

Sorry I have been so useless with my blog of late..it has been a very busy time for me, Im hardly ever home, surporise surprise.

Thought I would make some time and catch up a little about the last few weeks.

 

I had one of most interesting days of all today....first off when I got to work,I was confronted by my two colleagues who were staging an 'intervention'! Whilst I was on my week-end off they had been deducing the amount of money I spend on Coffee and Cigarettes ( and I might add come to a conclusion that is sure to prove they are no mathematical geniuses either!) Apparently they feel that having a Cappuchino with three espresso shots in it every morning is cause for concern...I am now an 'addict'! When I protested they proceeded to explain how coffee addiction works and I must stop denying it or they will phone the coffee shop and tell them to ban me from espresso shots. My manager says it is down to a trust issue, and then sent me down to Seattle coffee with her order for a tall skinny capp. Of course I was also ordering a coffee...accumualting more stamps on my tenant card and working my way up to that 'Anything you like in it free coffee'(  which is where this all started in the first place!) So I thought I might be really diligent and order not a full cream normal cap, but a Skinny normal cap...I have to admit I did feel rather empowered and almost did a little skip on the way back to the office. But alas, my Grande cap was viewed with intense suspicion and I had a finger wagged at me and a stern warning ' its all about the trust...break the trust and thats it!' So I felt I had the right to mention that I had IN FACT even gone so far as to order a SKINNY cap and I felt I deserved some recognition for my first step in beating addiction....but then I was battered by protestations of ' we dont care how skimmed the milk is, its the shots you moron!!!!!!!'

 

Lah di dah...I moved on and carried on with the work. I went for a much needed toilet break and was quite happy when I returned to my desk.....the phone rang, I had a question about a flight and I reached for the thing I use the most on the computer...the mouse.....which was not there...so I glance over at B who is about to explode into laughter and then over to my manager who is also having a right ol laugh, when finally it dawns on me.....I have been a victim of the 'Lets hide things in the office' day. So I search through the drawers in the office, dont find anything and go into the back and look through the brochures and in the end even resort to looking in the fridge and the microwave for my mouse....eventually I found it in the drawer where I really should have lookied in the first place and then settled down after much huffing and went back to work.

 

So we take a ciggie break about halfway through the day and I go for mine and I walk back in and look at B who again has that evil look in her eye that screams 'SUCKER!' and I go to my desk, but it all looks ok, everything is normal...so Im like 'GUYYYYYYSSS whats going on???' Can see my manager out the corner of my eye also getting the start of a smile on her face, but this time they're gonna try and keep it straight! Alas I look down to my left and discover that my ENTIRE SET OF DRAWERS has disappeared....yes that would be the whole cupboard unit and EVERYTHING 'poof' from my desk. So I do what comes naturally and start whinging and then I start the second search of the day, thinking it really cant be that hard to find a giant set of drawers and go into the back, but it wasnt there...eventually I found it under the spare desk and start wheeling it back to my side again..sit down and let my guard down....the phone rings...I reach to pick it up and WADDA YA KNOW....my telephone is gone.......to cut a long story short I eventually found it....but they got their own back on me, particularly B, who's entire computer and all surrounds was covered in post it notes, and all her pens and notepads were sticky taped down to her desk and better yet..all her lfuffy pens were sent to exotic destinations in the holiday brochures..BUT there is still one person who has not felt the wrath  yet and that is our manager who is for sure in for some serious get back time...!

 

I wont bore you any longer, but I will write sooooooonnn I promise...rest assured there is plenty more to tell.

Have a great night everyone!

Ciao

Kezza

Hello

 

I finally have the time to actually sit down and write...woohoo for free time, something that has become rare for me since I started the new job! Its been a good few weeks, albeit rather hectic for a laid back dive like me, but what can I say!

 

Im overloaded on coffee, so much so its about to start coming out of every pore in my body...Im the caffeine queen tonight! I needed a few strong cuppas today, I been tired....

 

Anyway the training was awesome...check this out.....you know you got the right company when your tutor tells you about the time she decided not to take travel insurance and went riding on an elephant, the other elephant got kinda playful and decided to head butt her ( my tutor) and it tusked her leg....what fun, so there she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a major flesh wound ( I mean, from the souns of it her entire leg was pretty much oozing out of her skin..yum yum) and there were no ambulances on hand ( this happens when you dont take insurance out) so she got bundled into the back of a van and rushed to the nearest kind of hospital where the ceiling fan swung so wildly above her head that she forgot about the leg and lay in fear thinking not only was she almost legless but in a short while the ceiling fan was going to fall onto her and grind her to pieces......she told us this story with much laughter...this is one toughie....not even the pirates of the cariibean have anything on her because they just lose their legs in silly ways and check it out shes still got hers...! We also heard a story about a woman whos fake boob popped onto the dashboard in a car accident and the nisurance paid for her to get another one....heheheh.

 

We did have a lot of fun though, I told jokes which no one laughed at at night, they told jokes which had me rolling on the floor, it really doesnt take much to amuse me does it! We cried, got stressed, laughed hysterically, thought we were going to die on the plane ride home, and I taught myself to play the guitar....strumming some hot Santana and the likes there, I am very impressed with myself, getting a guitar at the end of the month, much to my mothers bemusement, she reckons guitar is too hard core and I should be playing beethoven on the piano, but been there, done that and got the t-shirt....bring on the rocker girl! I can sing along to that, I cant wait, I understand it will be painful for everyone else, but I think I may have improved, I been practicing in the traffic in the mornings, although some people have looked at me, sitting the in car my mouth gaping open, grabbing the air with passion.....

 

I am glad to be home in CPT again, although I am disappointed with the weather, I actually got a tan in WINTER in joburg, Cape Town has been hideous with the weather, you walk outside and swear hurricane andrew is coming, although there was tornado Kerry.....perhaps its only when I step outisde, I take the world by storm....snort snort, excuse the pun!

 

I am rather mucho disappointed, on wednesday my bro and ad leave for the far east again, I also happened to stumble upon a side trip to Phuket...oh the jealousy, looking at myself right now and I am GREEN with envy....its sob worthy to be honest. I'll be even more upset if my dad comes back with a tan, that will be hard blow, I managed to skip two winters whilst travelling and am just about to end the equivalent of two winters...it caught up with me, very unclever planning and illness...damn crap.... whilst my bro is living it up on dunkin donuts and charfing the factory girls and my dad is suntanning in what I hope wont be a leopard print thong, I shall be helping people book their flights to exotic places......the only exotic place i get to go to is by delving into my head...and I tell you sometimes its rather 'special' in there! But one day I shall conquer again. I may go diving in Malawi with the boys and visit the Zanzibar Islands next year, but next year is always so far away, its not good even getting excited right now. I am still trying very very hard to convince my friends that we should go to south America, rent a dodgy amigos car and jam around some countries, that would be fun fun fun....but thus far I have had objections...objection 1: I have no moola...dude well neither do I but I remain optimistic.....2: I dunno about south america it could be scary.....what wrestling anacondas in the amazon, fighting off muchacho gangs in Mehico...breaking down in the middle of south american highway with no signal...hell girls..its all an adventure! We could wear giant pom poms on our heads and bikinis and dance alongside the Rio Carnival, watch some soccer in Argnetina, follow the inca trail and wonder why the hell we put ourselves through the torture of trying to drag what I think will be donkeys up a mountain...hey maybe we can even get the 'original' brazilian bikini wax....now cmon who doesnt want to go to South America after hearing thaT!

 

Im gonna go off and sulk in front of my dad now, he has no sympathy, when I moaned all he said was 'hey now you'll be able to go by yourself one day...' its no fun when someone else isnt paying for it. LOL.All I got in sympathy was his agreement to allow me to redecorate my room and a stern NO to putting down white washed wooden floors........

 

Ciao y'all

Kezza

 

 Why they dont make Baby food in Mexico

 

 

 

 

 

hey there everyone

 

Sorry that I have not written for a while but I was away on training for two weeks and when I got back my internet connection had conked out on me...because of this I now ahve a brand new comp, and all....so Im very happy.

 

Training was insanely madly intense. We studied our butts off, laughed and cried and almost went loopy. The people that I went with were absolutely stars and we had a blast together.....due to the fact that I am only just just up and running again, Im gonna make this short and sweet but I will be back..mwah ha ha ha

 

Take Care

Kez

Hello fellow people

 

It has officially been a week from hell. I started my new job as a travel consultant. I love it and its awesome, but it makes me feel !doh! sometimes.

 

So Im working for a major international travel agency. They are pretty hardcaore to get into, 5 interviews later and I am almost finished my last week as an official, you got in newbie!

On sunday Im off to Joburg for two weeks of training, which I was looking forward to but not anymore. My little bro ( I found out two days ago) is leaving to go back to Indo on tuesday and I cant say good bye to him at the airport.

 

In reality I figured this was what the plan was. I am a notorous whinger when it comes to having to say good-bye to people. It has to be done properly. I probably would have chained myself to his ankle, cryed copiously ( not the usual cry, but wailing, like that embarressing wail when you cant breathe and you UUH HUHHGGMM inbetween sobs!) Not let him surpass the gates that go into departures, made sure there was metal on him when he went through the detectors, and screamed five minutes before take off 'HOLD THAT FLIGGGHHHTTTT!'

 

Another thing that has made me sad panda is the fact that my dad is stranded in India. I am usually ok when he goes away, like every two weeks,but this time I spent the night crying myself to sleep because I didnt want him to go ( he is not aware of this, I am still considered a tough cookie.) My friend tried to make me feel better but I was inconsolable. This whole week I have been so excited about him coming home and praying that my bro wouldnt be leaving whilst I am away....but alas I am at a dead end.

 

This whole week at work I have been dealing with frantic mothers, fathers and children who's relatives are stranded somewhere in the world because of the strike at SAA. It has driven me up the wall and it has made us angry in a job we love. People are inconsolable, people whos children have been away for one maybe two years travelling in another country and when they stand at the airport waiting for that wonderful hello hug, they discover that their children are not there. I thought I ought to look at my dads flight today and I saw that it was only SAA and Emirates that flew direct to Mumbai, I sat there praying he wouldnt be on SAA, but tonight when I got home, we heard that he had managed to get back into Mumbai but couldnt go anywhere because of A) SAA and B) the floods in India. Its made me really sad today because I wanted to have the last family dinner before we all go our spearate ways again, but we cant and I think my bro is feeling it because he is gone till Christmas. The mood in the house is pretty flat tonight.

Thats my moan for the night, but Ill cheer up...

 

So again I feel like the dimmest most spacker person alive...I have embarressed myself non stop this week at work. First off we have to wear those little head phones, the ones that clip around your head and have a microphone.....well yes people..I did it....I got up and started walking with the headphone on, it has a long cord that means you can walk around, but I forgot that I had attached the cord to the draw to stop it flapping around.....so I walked and my head didnt come with me, it catapulted backwards without my body and I almost fell backwards well. I heard the others snickering at their desks but I got up straight away and straightened my jacket and moved quickly into the back.

Next thing I was trying to bring up a country and the manager was helping me......so I heard her say type in 'Lancote' , so I was thinking where the hell is Lancote, I aint never heard of it before....so i said it said error on the screen and she leaned over and read what Id written and starting laughing quietly and then she roared and beckoned for the other consultant to come over to my computer, who in turn also started pissing herself....I didnt know what was wrong so I sat and stared at them, when theyd eventually wiped the tears from their eyes, got up off the floor and dusted themselves off, the told me it was LAND CODE...not Lancote....but Im sure there is a place called lancote inst there? I walk past a book shelf when I get up from my desk and for some reason I failed to notice the big think glass that prods out of it, so I hit it really hard with my shoulder,and rattled the brochures It was not good.

 

 

Anyway its DH night and I guess I gotta run but I just wanted to say high from the land of the Divvy spacker...

 

Ciao.....

 

I have admittedly neglected the great and wonderful blog of the intrepid explorer Kezza for two days now...

 

It was my friends twenty first on Saturday and despite much protesting thatI was absolutely nowhere close to being drunk AT ALL....I was most dismayed at the horrific hangover I suffered yesterday. I didnt emerge until 4pm and even though it was darkish outside, I still had to don the bug eye sunglasses.

 

Dont you hate it when that happens.

I'm an extremes person and in everything I do, I always end up at the very end of the spectrum. I figured I was doing well with the alco because I usually end up incredibly and occasionally violently ill after two drinks..Im convinced Im allergic to the stuff, so Im very careful..well sometimes...about how much I have. I thought screw it on Saturday and felt perfect, my mind was still hanging about in my head, I hadnt carelessly lost it somewhere along the way and I understood what was going on around me.

Well I came home and found my bro on the comp and the first thing he asked was if I was drunk...so I was like..

'No, dont be stupid!'

'Well you certainly smell like you are.'

Dont you just hate those comments, its like uber mortification and all I can say is thank God it was only my brother who was subject to stinky wine breath!

The last thing I remember was a photoframe falling on my head off my bookshelf...( much confusion as to how i did that, my shelf is on the wall and I never walk past it because I get in on the other side of the bed) I saw it separate and go three different ways, but I looked at it and figured it would be ok there for the night.

 

Little did I know that the 'Black Hole' in my room would swallow up the back of the photoframe. I saw it before I went to sleep and after two days of searching wholeheartedly under the bead, under every inch of clothing, in the lampshade, behind books and in my shoes...I have not found the BRIGHT PINK backing for my frame!

The 'Black Hole' is notorious, I swear I have had copious amounts of money lost, jewellry, clothing and occasionally books when it feels like being literate!  The only problem with it is that I cant locate it...fecking science...I think its lank rude to have a black hole and not ever being able to see the little fucker that swallowed your stuff whilst you were sleeping!

 

Things are pretty freaky around here. I'm thinking its to do with this whole Mars is coming to earth thing. Ive got my camera ready to see if I can catch the Martians fighting with the Man in Moon for the prime spot in the show. I had a major brain fart on saturday ( brain fart: random thoughts that should stay in your head because they are stupid but inevitably dont and are said aloud)...I was in a deep thought process with my friend at the Golf club about Mars and I got very deep and delved even deeper into my head and said the following words:

'Why must all the planets come to earth, it just doesnt make any sense.'

If I could, I would wish that just before I had uttered those damn words,a golf ball had flown out of nowhere and concussed me, so that there was a reason such drivel was coming out of my very own mouth...but alas...that was a pure and true conscious thought that came form my head. I will nev be able to prove Im a genius now, Im screwed for the rest of my life. To make mattrs worse, the way she fell off the bench laughing and almost imaled herself on a golf club made me truly believe that this was yet another one of those 'Never going to live it down moments', so I took it upon myself to forewarn everyone of the impending stories that would come out when it was most embarressing.

 

In my defense though I am a naturally curious person and like to explore all possibilities before my head will rest...

And whilst Im sitting here feeling very bleak and trying to console myself...Ill let you take a naturally curious look at the wierd and wonderful photos we snapped this week-end...

 

 

After spending a day dedicated to the computer, I was really excited when my bud phoned me and said we were going to hit Dizzy's (karaoke bar) in Camps Bay later that night.

A couple of hours later ( when she realised exactly who she had just invited - me - to a karaoke bar) she called and informed me that the karaoke bar was too far away and we were just going to go to obz, plus a large list of other 'reasonable excuses to use to avoid a place at all costs!'

 

Now at the time I didnt quite realise what was going on, but before we went to Obz ( just a VERY short drive away from home) we popped in to Angela's place ( very far from home, very close to dizzy's) I started to realise that she was suffering from  'dont allow Kez near a karaoke bar' syndrome....having seen this before with numerous other people I accepted the fact, but was really secretly dismayed!

 

Now there are two kinds of Karaoke people

1) Those who can sing badly and get away with it

2) Those who can sing badly and will never live it down

 

I am part of the latter group for some reason, Ive come to this conclusion because I have sung in many places in various places around the world, including being barred from going to a karaoke club in China!

 

I have a habit ( some may call it a bad habit) of bursting into song at any given moment.

I fond this habit incredibly enjoyable and expressive. But others dont.

My career started in the car..as most bad singers careers do. Im always listening to music, wherever I am, and if its a good song, well to hell with it Im going to sing along, without a doubt, much to the dismay of whoever Im singing to!

 

Whilst in england recently, I moved into a houseshare with some other South Africans. They were under the illusion that I was 1)Innocent and 2) quiet. Little did they know. I spent a lot of time with a cool young man called Neal. I kinda ruined his ears. Not only had I claimed 'the couch' in the new house, which comes complete with the remote control for many reruns of make me a supermodel, but I also decided that I would frequently sing to him.

 

On one particular day, I came downstairs to find him lying on the couch, I went into the kitchen and made a thick peanut butter sandwich, and then went into the lounge singing. I made up some random song that I sang in my best voice, and ignored the fact that he was scrambling to find things to plug his ears : a throw, a cushion, the daily newspaper...hell even turning up the volume on the tv didnt work. I continued singing to him until he gave me a death stare and said in his most calm and collected voise 'DONT EVER SING TO ME AGAIN.' As I do, I found this completely hilarious and sung louder and faster to him...that was until he ran out of the room saying that he was deaf and ruined. I still blame it on the PB sandwich!

 

The next time, I met some girls for the first time and got along with them fantastically..Mary, Mary and Max. We decided to go to a local pub where they sang karaoke after filling ourselves up at a Tapas Bar. They had no idea of my extent of my singing skills and were happy to join in singing a song to the Pub goers by Kylie Minogue. I was in my absolute element, this was not the usual sing in random places event that I frequented, no I was allowed a microphone and all the words to the song ( not just the ones that I make up!) and I got to sing. And boy did I sing. But afterwards a couple of guys, who HAD ( note the past tense) been hitting on us earlier in the night, came up to us and said we'd completely ruined Kylies song and not only Kylies song, but had put a dampener on the karoake night and instilled much fear for the future karaoke nights. I felt quite offended, I didnt think we were that bad really!

 

When in China, Id gone to dinner with my dad, bro and some of the chinese colleagues. After dinner, they decided they would go to a karaoke bar. When we were getting in the cars to leave, I was told to get into another car, confused I asked why! I was told that I couldnt come. I was in a complete huff, and 'the anti karaoke kez' excuses were used to calm me dowm. So I was sent on my merry way to another bar in China, where they spoke no english and used saki for their cocktails that had western names ( fooling me into believing that they might actually have normal alcohol in China!) Admittedly there was one good point to the AKK evening...I found an edible cocktail...well actually the poor little Chinese lady that had been told to accompany me to the bar did...I found a cocktail that was called 'Fuck English'..literally, written there on the menu and I thought that would be a fun one to drink, but it was heavy duty saki and made me a bit sad because it felt like I was drinking fire, so CL offered to choose one for me. The waiter bought me a blue cocktail in an ice glass...I have to admit I was very taken with it....purely because it was a novelty...the saki was heavily laced with some sugar water and some blue colourants, which made it better, and I got to eat the glass............as pictured below. I forgot about the karaoke bar and continued on my merry way. However recently one of my dads colleaugues went to China with him and I asked her about the trip and whether the Karaoke Bar incident had also happened to her...She said No..she went along with them and got to sing and all.....I was incredibly sad panda inside...now I know the real reason I wasnt allowed to go with them.

 

I am slowly getting my onw back at my dad and brother...it starts in the kitchen ( with all the travelling that everyone does, its the only place I ever see my family, walking out the kitchen door with their suitcases) I star singing as softly as I can..Like a whisper....someone inevitably walks up to me and says 'Pardon, did you say something..' (this is the cue) at which point I start smiling at them and burst into a song and dance. They are usually paralysed with fear and cannot move till the end of the song..at which point I wink and say..

 

'I didnt say anything, I was just singing to myself!'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night was probably the most chilled Desperate Housewives night we have ever had.

 

I went round to Gem armed with a packet of Ghost Pops and two coke lights and Lemon...I like the coke light, not because I dig diet things, but because I suspect there is some majoly addictive ingedient in there, the first time I drank it I hated it, now I find myself drawn to the coke fridges at the store and not reaching for normal pure 100% coke, but a Coke Light n Lemon. I am finding this fact oddly disturbing as I am a self confessed 100% coke addict and I barely ever replace it for these 50% coke things they bring out.

Just to prove my case..I didnt buy the 2 coke lights to share, no I drank them both!

There could be some kind of hypnosis thing going on, I was struggling to breathe...got really short of breathe last night and was struggling...something in my head told me the coke light would help ease my lungs....

At the time this seemed like a perfectly good cure for breathing problems..have 2 coke lights instead of one, its sure to cure you.

In retrospect, I feel that this is an addiction thing. Perhaps I ought to admit I have a problem, it is afterall the first step in recovery.

 

The first two hours I spent at Gemmas house, saw me screaming at the television because the signal on Mnet was conking out and I didnt want to miss DH. Another ten minutes was spent with Gemma trying to persuade me to miss DH and go out and get drunk at a dodgy little restaurant in this area...I flat out refused, there was no way I was missing DH.

Anyway I did get to watch DH ( juicy as ever!) and CSI too and then the Mnet movie after that - Paradise Road...just goes to show what a lazy bunch of girls we are. We entertained the idea of going tou afterwards but it became even too tiring to think about.

Gem fell asleep on the counch next to me ( this is a habit now) and I watched Paradise Road...it was just getting to the most important bits in the movie, when I looked at the other couch and saw something brown high jump it and go between the cushions.

Now if there is one thing I hate, its any sort of rodent in the house..it freaks the shite out of me...I know they can be cute and fluffy in pictures but in real life, I still havent convinced myself that they wont go for my jugular vein if I remain in the same room as them!

I shook Gemma immediately and urgently and told her firmly that we had to leave the lounge RIGHT NOW....she was still sleepy and was like..'No dont worry.' ...'Gemma, there is a RODENT in the house pleeeaaassee I cant stay in the same room as it!'

So we moved, but then she retorted that I really am a funny gal....Id like to know what so funny about being freaked out by a mouse sitting on the couch opposite you. She then called me 'Quirky.'

I was just like...' Oh my God...does it not bother you, I cant handle mice/rats in the house, its yeeeuuuggghhh.'

 

SO now I am a quirky person and perhaps yes I am occasionally, but do you really think being grossed out by a mouse is grounds for a quirkly label????

 

Yeeuugghhh, makes me sick just thinking about it.....hmm I kinda feel like a diet coke n lemon now....

 

Isnt life the sweetest sometimes...I just got a fantastic job as a travel consultant ( my passion is travel) and Ive had a chance to talk to one of my great friends from the uk, havent spoken in a long time.

 

I did a painting today, Im not finished yet but already I like it.

 

Has anyone heard that Gorgeous song by James Blunt....wow...what an awesome song, its not out here in SA I dont think...but I got it from a friend and its wonderful....and another awesome artist...Jack Johnson..I dont Ive hear a more beautiful voice from a man than his. There were rumours that he would playing at Jeffreys Bay at the surfing contest coz hes one of the surfer boys, so a lot of people went down to Plett in the hope that they might see him, but it turned out it was just a rumour..if he did ever do a concert, I would be there in a second

 

My dream is to become a Globetrekker Travel Journalist and I went on their site now and looked at the jobs they had on offer. Currently I will let you know, they are not looking for anymore travellers BUT they said they are always on the lookout for exciting intrepid explorers...you just have to send in a dvd with your biography...so my little head has been plotting what I could do....I have to attempt it, cmon, you dont get anywhere without trying.

 

My first mission would be to find a video camera and thereafter I can prove to them how much I want to work for them hehe.

There are a number of things I could attempt to do.

1) Go and swim with the great white sharks without a cage....and over heeerree ladies and gentleman..we have the worlds most dangerouuusss piece of seaweed...oh look a fin! All I have to do is get Kelly to get her boat and take us out to Seal Island like she did last time...I was to be honest petrified and did scream once when I saw a piece of seaweed that looked like a shark fin ( well in my mind it did!)...Do you know that the great white sharks of cape town are the only ones in the world that breech themselves out of the water when catching their prey....with this in mind, sitting in a little rubber Ducky ( its a type of very small boat..kinda like an actual rubber duck when you're in the ocean) I ensured that I was wedged firmly next to the water skiies and the seats. I did get pushed into the water when we were in the bay ( just around the corner from the GW hunting ground) because I was supposed to ski, but I got paralysed with fear...My one ski went with the current ( I was attached to it) and my other ski was somehow getting sucked underneath the boat.Leading to a positition that was incredibly questionable and yes it is possibly to not intentionally do the splits when out in the ocean..and not on a baot either. I screamed at them and said I had to get back into the boat because I knew there was a shark down there. After much heaving I fell head first very ungracefully into the boat and then I got stuck between the baot and the lifejackets like a beached whale...nobody helped me, no Kelly wanted to go skiing so she just started revving the boat and drove further around the bay, I was still wedged.

So this idea about the GW sharks...well I think I could also illicit a sympathy response and 'bravery' ( stupidity) award for losing a leg whilst swimming with them in the unconventional way! Thats a sure way t prove that Im adventure driven!

2) Bungee jump off the Table Mountain Cable car:

Now people have actually done this quite a few times. I ahve a terrible fear of heights, so just getting me up there and standing on the edge would be an achievement. In order to make this already done adventure a unique experience...I could tell them not to pull me up after the jump, but instead leave me hanging whilst the cablecar goes to the top of the Mountain, a sick sort of mountain climbing, whilst hanging upside down on a cable car. And then when it gets to the top, and I've removed the bushes from my ears and nostrils, I could do like a spider man/monkey girl thing by climbing up the rope ( the same way you would climb up a pole) and see how strong I am when Im trying to get into the cable car at the top and Im hanging onto the edge of it with a head thats slowly starting to recover from the copious amounts of blood that have rushed to it whislt hanging upside down and see whether anyone would stand on my fingers whilst Im hanging there.

 

Those are the two Ideas I have so far. Let me know what you think by having your say in the little comments box below. I reckon I would make a great intrepid explorerer and do all the things that explorers shouldnt do!

 

Should you wish to find out more about the Breaching Great Whites...go to this site www.airjaws.com It is as you can see quite aptly named!

 

 

Ugh...coming down with flu...not a good thing because I have a really important interview tomorrow.

 

Last night I had a baordgames and hot Chocolate evening.These baordgame thing slways turn into something rather fascinating really.

 

The girls came around and we started off the evening by playing nix on who was making the hot chocolate..Jo caught up in 2 Fast 2 furious missed the nix and ended up having to make it..al;ways be a lert in comapny when there is something to do is my motto...Im usually the last to say nix and end up having to answer the door etc usualy when everyone is lying in bed watching telly or something....was most happy last night to have been alert and not have been the last one.

 

Armed with hot choci and marshmallows we pulled out the 30 seconds, Kelly protesting majorly....we all knew it was just because she knew she would lose and she hates losing. Beofre even starting we had a showdown...kelly verbally assaulting me for telling her that yes you do roll the dice before you pick up the card....we wondered how the hell she thought you roll the dice after the cards..makes no sense.

 

Em and Raine had to be on different teams, apparently she went red and almost smacked him on the head with her shoe the last time they played because he didnt get the answer right...this was a sign and yet I still decided to be on Em's team.

 

We had some really bad luck luck by consistantly rolling twos (this is a setback..a 0 is ideal because it means you dont get any minus's on the answers you get right) First round was tense but ok, Gemma on Raines team consistantly squealing behind her jacket in case Raine got a bought of emma aggression everytime she got the clue wrong. Kelly and Jo were in a roll...until kelly decided to describe the big apple as : like an orange, big giant....Jo went through every citrus fruit there was and then every adjective for big huge and only clicked after the timer had stopped...Kelly let out a huge aaarrgggwwooaahh in frustration. I got some of Ems clues wrong too...it was the sight of her going red and pulling out clues hard and fast that led to me becoming blank...its a pressure thing.....

 

The Div award of the night totally went to Kelly....first she convinced herself that it was a card that had been read before.....then she told jo it was a place where sick animals go....Jo said: icu ( i wonder about her sometimes ya know..animals in icu) Kelly retorted: where you get animals from, Jo replies : the petshop.....timer goes and Kelly screams the SPCA....Jo decides to look at the card and starts rolling around laughing...the other teams watch on fascinated because this was the first time someone hadnt got the answer right and ended up laughing instead of crying.....Apparentyl Kelly had a brief scare with dyslexia..the card did not in actual fact read SPCA...but actually SACP...A political party.......

 

Got bored of the game and we all came to the conclusion that the yellow blocks were jinxed...complete inability to move forward off these blocks..so em and raine made tracks and the rest of us went into the Pool room...Jo and Kell played first...Jo won, Kell lost..jo tried to make her feel better by telling Kell thank you for letting her win ( easiest way to diffuse the competitor)...I played Kell afterwards...I won...but I didnt make her feel better...I milked the glory for all it was worth because I am now ahead in the KK challenge...victory is sweet.

 

Kell and Gem started talking about their junior school days...Somehow the topic of bruises came up ( apparently little children kick eachother regularly at the Blue school)..Gems mom once took a look at her bruises and said 'Thats when you know you've become a woman'...I'd tuned out and only caught snippets of the conversation, so I was like 'Really, when you get bruises you know you've become a woman!".....they started laughing at me...'No retard..when you stop getting bruises you know you've become a woman!" Something about falling more gracefully....I am therefore definitely not a woman yet!

 

Decided to call it an early night, apparently some people have college to go to...but somehow I know that they really wont...Everyone started college last week...no one bothered going..despite feeling terrified that the tutors would phone their parents and be like 'Where has you daughter been'...but we all came to the conclusion that NO, this is college and they dont phone parents like they did in school...so what the hell, extend the hols a bit..I mean who cares about tuition fees anyways!

 

Sick, so gonna go arb around in my room and feel sorry for myself.

 

Ciao