Some days I have these bizarre inclinations to look people up on Google and see what it comes up with.
I have decided that Google knows everything and that what it comes up with is not only true and valid but also a giveaway of what they do secretly. Like, double lives!!
So, I've caught a few of you out! AHA! :
Diana -
In this life - An office manager
In her double life - A private investigator. That makes so much sense now!
Janeske -
In this life - A media studies lecturer
In her double life - She's a "good girl...most of the time." Ahem. I have no idea!
Chantall -
In this life - A moving things around to make it look pretty for a horse racing newspaper person (I apologise, Chants, I don't know what your job title is)
In her double life - An underwear model!! Oh goodness. Who woulda thunk? ;)
Tam -
In this life - A boutique wine dealer.
In her double life - Um, it's the surname, I battled and battled. I found something on having crazy wild nights and homeless people. Perhaps that's what she does; Give homeless people crazy wild nights out or something. Like charity with a very unique outlook.
Al -
In this life - He's a Pastel and IT consultant
In his double life - An artist. I think he's taking this pastel thing too far!
Jarrod -
In this life - Um, I think a Java (?) programmer for Telkom
In his alternate life - I'm afraid that all I could find was relating to cricket so yes, Jarrod is pretending to be a guy named Jacques and plays SA cricket.
Tess -
In this life - An assistant editor for a magazine
In her double life - A concert pianist. Probably doesn't want to be bombarded for autographs so she keeps quiet. It also said something about showering without cockroaches. I don't get it.
Kristy -
In this life - A nursery school teacher
In her double life - A martial arts expert with 6 black belts! Now *that* I could believe! It's always the quiet ones!
Nicola -
In this life - Also a nursery school teacher
In her double life - A physiotherapist. I could imagine that!
Marsha -
In this life - Owns a daycare centre
In her double life - A home improvements specialist. I don't get why she has to hide that??
Morne -
In this life - I could write it, but he would kill me
In his double life - A stuntman. Hmmm...
Gavin -
In this life - Some sort of IT consultant but don't know the specifics.
In his double life - He's a dad who hasn't paid maintenance??? No! Let me look again... arrest and imprisonment?? Heck and I thought cockroaches were bad!
Even if these supposed double lives aren't true, it could possibly give these people some idea as to their next career. Although, I wouldn't really recommend them all!
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Silence is not always golden
It is said that communication is the key to any successful relationship, be it with your partner, your friends, your boss or your dog.
In a day and age where communicating is easier than ever before, you'd think that we'd be communicating a whole lot more but alas, this is not always the case. My opinion is that not having to trek over to Tannie Marie's farm to go and say "Hey! How are you?" or handwriting that letter to your friend in the UK has made us lazy.
Nowadays, we just poke someone on Facebook if we want to say something. If you're on good terms, they'll poke you back.
Very occasionally do people actually make the effort of typing a personal email to others or writing a letter or sending a text. Usually, it's just a bunch of forwarded jokes or some soppy rubbish that says "Just because I never ever speak to you and never ever phone you and never ever email you and would probably not recognize you in public since it's been so long since I last saw you. it doesn't mean that we're not really, really good friends!" I'm sorry but I just don't buy it.
Surely the people that we love and care about are worth making the effort to keep in touch with on a more personal level? Surely it is not an obligation but rather a pleasure?
Although people do tend to get used to each other and take each other for granted, it is those little things, like a note or a quick call to say "How are you? I'm thinking about you!" or "The tax man called and said that the police are on their way to arrest you, just thought you should know," or "Get off the diningroom table!" etc that make or break any sort of relationship.
I always do my best to make contact with those people who mean something to me and it has meant that I am able to sustain friendships with people from far and wide for years and years.
I find it exciting to receive their emails or text messages and even write down the main points sometimes so that my reply to their points is thorough.
Communication is such a wonderful tool to connect and stay connected with people. Society in general would be better and far more productive if people just made a tiny bit of effort.
In closing:
When seldom a word there is spoken,
It lends for a bond to be broken.
For the words that we choose,
To uplift, not misuse,
Can stop all your friendships from croakin'.
In a day and age where communicating is easier than ever before, you'd think that we'd be communicating a whole lot more but alas, this is not always the case. My opinion is that not having to trek over to Tannie Marie's farm to go and say "Hey! How are you?" or handwriting that letter to your friend in the UK has made us lazy.
Nowadays, we just poke someone on Facebook if we want to say something. If you're on good terms, they'll poke you back.
Very occasionally do people actually make the effort of typing a personal email to others or writing a letter or sending a text. Usually, it's just a bunch of forwarded jokes or some soppy rubbish that says "Just because I never ever speak to you and never ever phone you and never ever email you and would probably not recognize you in public since it's been so long since I last saw you. it doesn't mean that we're not really, really good friends!" I'm sorry but I just don't buy it.
Surely the people that we love and care about are worth making the effort to keep in touch with on a more personal level? Surely it is not an obligation but rather a pleasure?
Although people do tend to get used to each other and take each other for granted, it is those little things, like a note or a quick call to say "How are you? I'm thinking about you!" or "The tax man called and said that the police are on their way to arrest you, just thought you should know," or "Get off the diningroom table!" etc that make or break any sort of relationship.
I always do my best to make contact with those people who mean something to me and it has meant that I am able to sustain friendships with people from far and wide for years and years.
I find it exciting to receive their emails or text messages and even write down the main points sometimes so that my reply to their points is thorough.
Communication is such a wonderful tool to connect and stay connected with people. Society in general would be better and far more productive if people just made a tiny bit of effort.
In closing:
When seldom a word there is spoken,
It lends for a bond to be broken.
For the words that we choose,
To uplift, not misuse,
Can stop all your friendships from croakin'.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Mush
Quite often I sit and think about how things were with Al, what we've been through and where we are now.
A lot of people have asked me if I'm sure about getting married to Al as we used to fight so much. The answer to this is "Absolutely sure, without a shadow of a doubt!"
I cannot imagine, nor even bear to try and imagine, a single day without this very unique and amazing person.
I've never known a person who would sacrifice so much to make me happy and whom I am willing to sacrifice so much for to make him happy. Al is always on my side and would post somebody egg sandwiches for me any day if I asked ;) He gets excited with me over things like tiles and when we go out together, it's like nobody else in the world exists, except for us.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of not being able to help but smile and feel all warm inside when just thinking about that one special person. We have enough in common to know that we're heading in the same direction but a few differences that keep us interesting to each other.
I never imagined that this person who walked into a company I was temping at to give me training on something would be the person I would be eager to spend the rest of my life with.
Sigh! :)
A lot of people have asked me if I'm sure about getting married to Al as we used to fight so much. The answer to this is "Absolutely sure, without a shadow of a doubt!"
I cannot imagine, nor even bear to try and imagine, a single day without this very unique and amazing person.
I've never known a person who would sacrifice so much to make me happy and whom I am willing to sacrifice so much for to make him happy. Al is always on my side and would post somebody egg sandwiches for me any day if I asked ;) He gets excited with me over things like tiles and when we go out together, it's like nobody else in the world exists, except for us.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of not being able to help but smile and feel all warm inside when just thinking about that one special person. We have enough in common to know that we're heading in the same direction but a few differences that keep us interesting to each other.
I never imagined that this person who walked into a company I was temping at to give me training on something would be the person I would be eager to spend the rest of my life with.
Sigh! :)
Alan in training
When I met Al years ago, he decided to be really, really sweet and cook supper for me.
This was quite something for a guy who lived on 2 minute noodles, McDonalds and beer but he borrowed a pot (yes, borrowed) from his mom and got the recipe for his favourite Dutch dish and made it for me. It was potatoes, onion and carrots boiled together and then fried pork cubes. All of this was piled onto a plate and mashed together.
He thought it was fantastic. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards that I was being force fed this concoction as some form of torture.
Since this experiment, Al has excelled in making macaroni, lasagne and a full English breakfast, albeit for supper sometimes :)
His mom told me that she has tried to teach him to cook when he was younger by making each person in their family take turns to cook supper.
When it came to Alan's turn to cook, he would make bread and jam for everyone. I couldn't help but laugh when she told me.
Based on how fast he learns to cook things now, I'm pretty sure that there's a master chef in there somewhere and soon he'll be turning his nose up at my food and begging to make the supper! I can dream, can't I? ;)
This was quite something for a guy who lived on 2 minute noodles, McDonalds and beer but he borrowed a pot (yes, borrowed) from his mom and got the recipe for his favourite Dutch dish and made it for me. It was potatoes, onion and carrots boiled together and then fried pork cubes. All of this was piled onto a plate and mashed together.
He thought it was fantastic. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards that I was being force fed this concoction as some form of torture.
Since this experiment, Al has excelled in making macaroni, lasagne and a full English breakfast, albeit for supper sometimes :)
His mom told me that she has tried to teach him to cook when he was younger by making each person in their family take turns to cook supper.
When it came to Alan's turn to cook, he would make bread and jam for everyone. I couldn't help but laugh when she told me.
Based on how fast he learns to cook things now, I'm pretty sure that there's a master chef in there somewhere and soon he'll be turning his nose up at my food and begging to make the supper! I can dream, can't I? ;)
Monday, January 10, 2011
A pant-less generation
I'm not big into the clubbing scene. The music is often monotonous, the DJ drunk and annoying, the room filled with smoke or drunk people holding lit cigarettes way too close to my clothes or hair and people just shove you aside to get past you on the dance floor.
This weekend, however, a group of us girls decided to do a girls day and ended off by going to a club in Fourways. The dress code for women was like cocktail dresses which we happily donned as we seldom get to wear our more formal clothing in normal society.
As I mentioned, I don't frequent clubs on a regular basis and so I was somewhat surprised when I saw all these women with their long-ish tops stretched as far as they could go, some of them held in place with a belt, and that was it. The poor girls had forgotten their pants and nobody had bothered to actually say "Um, you forgot to put your pants on."
At one point, a piece of shattered glass from the floor managed to get into my shoe and I had to hop over to the edge of the dance floor and bend down to remove my shoe. I made the big mistake of looking straight ahead of me as I was crouching there and beheld many a buttock cheek protruding for any midget to see. You couldn't really see them when standing up but they were there alright, sticking out shamelessly. I felt violated.
I started thinking about younger women walking around the mall or the street, etc and it dawned on me that it really was just considered normal to wear your long top and no pants. Even the guys are exposing their bottoms by wearing their pants so low that they reveal their "cleavage" to everyone.
When I was a teenager, I used to walk around with my belly button exposed which is perhaps what they are doing in a sense but still, I don't want to see people's bums! It's gross! Things have gone from "I are wearing a pant" to "I are not wearing a pant" and I fear that soon it will be "What are a pant?"
If you read this and are a bum-exposer, please spare a thought for your fellow human being. Maybe your bum is awesome to your partner but it isn't to the rest of us. Just put some pants on!
This weekend, however, a group of us girls decided to do a girls day and ended off by going to a club in Fourways. The dress code for women was like cocktail dresses which we happily donned as we seldom get to wear our more formal clothing in normal society.
As I mentioned, I don't frequent clubs on a regular basis and so I was somewhat surprised when I saw all these women with their long-ish tops stretched as far as they could go, some of them held in place with a belt, and that was it. The poor girls had forgotten their pants and nobody had bothered to actually say "Um, you forgot to put your pants on."
At one point, a piece of shattered glass from the floor managed to get into my shoe and I had to hop over to the edge of the dance floor and bend down to remove my shoe. I made the big mistake of looking straight ahead of me as I was crouching there and beheld many a buttock cheek protruding for any midget to see. You couldn't really see them when standing up but they were there alright, sticking out shamelessly.
I started thinking about younger women walking around the mall or the street, etc and it dawned on me that it really was just considered normal to wear your long top and no pants. Even the guys are exposing their bottoms by wearing their pants so low that they reveal their "cleavage" to everyone.
When I was a teenager, I used to walk around with my belly button exposed which is perhaps what they are doing in a sense but still, I don't want to see people's bums! It's gross! Things have gone from "I are wearing a pant" to "I are not wearing a pant" and I fear that soon it will be "What are a pant?"
If you read this and are a bum-exposer, please spare a thought for your fellow human being. Maybe your bum is awesome to your partner but it isn't to the rest of us. Just put some pants on!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wedding plans thus far
With all the studies this year, I'm trying to plan as much of the wedding as far in advance as possible allowing for time to have back up plans should anything go wrong and then back-ups for my back-ups and also because I just won't have time to organise a wedding and do 9 modules and work and start dancing again and eat peanut-butter cups and tomato and basil pesto pizzas and chocolate soy milk. So, so far this is what I've done, please yell if you see anything blatantly amiss (or even subtly amiss):
Groom - Sorted :)
Venue - Booked
Theme and colours - Sorted
Decor ideas - Sorted
Flowers - Sorted
Wedding dress - Bought
Bridesmaids dresses - Bought
Shoes - Investigated
Guest gifts - Found
Suit for Al - Found
Shoes for Al - investigated
Hair and make-up - Booked
Photographer - 2 possible options
Videographer - Need to find
First dance - Still trying to get past doing the sprinkler and the one-legged hop but we're getting there.
Rings and jewellery - Found a jeweller to make all our jewellery
DJ - Sorted
Cake - Sorted
Catering - Organised
Honeymoon - Have ideas
Priest - Need to discuss
Legalities - Discussed
Flights for Capetonians in the bridal party - Too early to book
Investigated accommodation for overseas guests and Al's family and other Capetonians who may be coming.
Guest list - More or less finalised.
Wedding stationery - Investigated
That's all I've got so far. So exciting, cannot wait. Am I missing anything huge?
Groom - Sorted :)
Venue - Booked
Theme and colours - Sorted
Decor ideas - Sorted
Flowers - Sorted
Wedding dress - Bought
Bridesmaids dresses - Bought
Shoes - Investigated
Guest gifts - Found
Suit for Al - Found
Shoes for Al - investigated
Hair and make-up - Booked
Photographer - 2 possible options
Videographer - Need to find
First dance - Still trying to get past doing the sprinkler and the one-legged hop but we're getting there.
Rings and jewellery - Found a jeweller to make all our jewellery
DJ - Sorted
Cake - Sorted
Catering - Organised
Honeymoon - Have ideas
Priest - Need to discuss
Legalities - Discussed
Flights for Capetonians in the bridal party - Too early to book
Investigated accommodation for overseas guests and Al's family and other Capetonians who may be coming.
Guest list - More or less finalised.
Wedding stationery - Investigated
That's all I've got so far. So exciting, cannot wait. Am I missing anything huge?
Monday, December 13, 2010
When it's over, it's over. Move on.
I have recently encountered people who break up with the people that they date for good or not so good reason and then get fed up when those poor (or most often actually, extremely lucky) people don't pine for them forever! They want to be "The one that got away".
Um, there is no such thing. Generally if you dump someone and expect them to pine for you, they really are better off, no matter how wonderful you consider yourself to be. A person who delights at the pain and sadness of another is merely a liability; A lump of coal to be swept out of the path and forgotten as you move on to your diamond.
It is most often that when these poor sods wake up and realise what a favour the dumper did them, they feel that overwhelming sense of relief and freedom and move on without looking back and it is the person who is fed up at not being hung-up on who is left actually being hung up on a long-forgotten moment. It is a sad, sad thing and a degree of narcissism that can't be considered healthy or normal.
Should any friendship ensue afterward, it is usually because the person who was dumped has moved on to such a degree that the dumper has absolutely no effect on them whatsoever. Sadly this is often misunderstood by the dumper as them still having some effect on the now very happy dumpee and perhaps reignites the ludicrous notion that they were, in fact, "the one that got away". It is rather amusing on some level and just absolutely astounding at the level of absolute ignorance that these Dumpers have as they really just don't get it.
To spell it out for the men and women out there who actually think that their ex is crying into their pillow at night for them or secretly kicks themselves for having "let you get away", wake up, you are not missed, not pined for and that person is most certainly better off as you turned out to be a bad, bad person. Now let it go and move on, dammit!
Um, there is no such thing. Generally if you dump someone and expect them to pine for you, they really are better off, no matter how wonderful you consider yourself to be. A person who delights at the pain and sadness of another is merely a liability; A lump of coal to be swept out of the path and forgotten as you move on to your diamond.
It is most often that when these poor sods wake up and realise what a favour the dumper did them, they feel that overwhelming sense of relief and freedom and move on without looking back and it is the person who is fed up at not being hung-up on who is left actually being hung up on a long-forgotten moment. It is a sad, sad thing and a degree of narcissism that can't be considered healthy or normal.
Should any friendship ensue afterward, it is usually because the person who was dumped has moved on to such a degree that the dumper has absolutely no effect on them whatsoever. Sadly this is often misunderstood by the dumper as them still having some effect on the now very happy dumpee and perhaps reignites the ludicrous notion that they were, in fact, "the one that got away". It is rather amusing on some level and just absolutely astounding at the level of absolute ignorance that these Dumpers have as they really just don't get it.
To spell it out for the men and women out there who actually think that their ex is crying into their pillow at night for them or secretly kicks themselves for having "let you get away", wake up, you are not missed, not pined for and that person is most certainly better off as you turned out to be a bad, bad person. Now let it go and move on, dammit!
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