November purchases Poetry madness!

On payday week this year, I went mental. It might be the sunshine and blue skies that made me want to just embrace all the awesomeness that the world had to offer. Actually, it made me want to embrace all that Poetry had to offer!

I have a similar dress which I purchased last year, it's a strange hue of pastel blue, but with more of a bouncy bottom. I loved the dress and then I saw this pretty pink thing! I just had to have it. But I couldn't decide on the color so I got both. For some reason I just had to have a canary yellow dress this summer.

And then finally I also saw this pretty blue and white Cotten blend dress with a leaf print. It was an absolute essential. I could see myself on a lazy summer eve sipping passion fruit in the yard ( which KD so politely cleaned), with a braai and a group of buddies chatting away. It would be a philosophical chat, And I am convinced that in that dress I will be extra smart and perhaps even an intellectual.

Take That ....and that...and that

I was a huge fan of the british pop band, Take That. Naturally, I had the hugest crush on the hottie who ends up being gay after the band split in the late 90's. Mark Owen then ventured off on some solo albums, which I didn't think was his strongest and most brilliant move. You have to understand my obsession. I was a huge fan, my room at one point was covered with every space on the wall plastered with posters of these five blokes showing way too much skin. But I believed somehow, one day I would meet them. I had every book, magazine, and piece of memorabilia, that I could find. I was obsessed. When my aunt hanifa went to London, I saw her off at the airport and shouted Take That at the top of my lungs ( I know what a nerd). I even put that Take That logo, on my arm, with tat sunblock you put on your lips on my arm, so when I burnt while going to the beach, I would have a Take That tattoo. In 1996, I heard the news, they broke up! I broke down in tears, inconsolable, okay maybe I'm being a little bit dramatic. It was still very sad. Who else would I rely on, who would I fantasize about? ( Brad Pitt hmmm ) I followed dear old Robbie Williams faithfully. When he did come to SA, I was too broke and I was busy with exams to watch his show. And then one day while walking at the old musica in the waterfront I saw Take That reunite, minus Robbie. I was disappointed, I didn't understand why they wanted to give it a shot again, they were a legend, in their time. I had just seen New Kids On The Block, do a sad video, with these old men in their late thirties, run around shirtless, with these young girls. What the fuck? No seriously, it was depressing, it was social suicide on their part! So I was naturally thinking why were Take That doing this? I ignored their re arrival, like the antichrist! And then KD made me listen to a song, as he often does. Mind you he did introduce me to Tori Amos amongst others, and he told me it was Take That I was listening to! And not only did I like it, I loved it. They matured, like Ah Ha. They were not these bare chested boys ( mind you Howard did show his bum in "relight my fire" ) , but it was almost like they grew up with their fans who were no longer 15years old teens hanging on their every word but 30year old women, who were willing do give their childhood sweetheart one more chance! I'm a Robbie fan now, I still think I have a chance....

Breakfast and other food dilemmas

Life is hard enough, without needing to contemplate on what to eat. I wish I was one of those people who could eat peanut butter sandwiches all the time. I am not. Unfortunately, I have been born with the "fussy eater" gene, which I am sure I inherited from my dad. Yesterday, I had the unfortunate experience of eating bad sushi. It's a place we have gone to, quite a few times to already. So I was disappointed, it tasted like cheap pick n pay sushi. I have nothing against pick n pay sushi, I love that they offer budget sushi, there is a time of the month, where the sushi craving is stifling,and the budget allows nothing more than salticracks and there is the then ever so promising budget sushi. And then that just hits the craving. But when you are paying good money, you expect good sushi. I also recently had the rainbow rolls at ocean basket (waterfront and cavendish) and they definitely get three thumbs up( well hritik Roshan can). It was fresh and tasted really wholesome. Sometimes it's all I have, the serving is a generous eight, but you can add something more cause I never find that suffient. And then finally my last foodie post for the day is, tikka chicken. A guy by the name of Sameer has a stall on the corner of Comet road, in Surrey Estate. It is the best chicken tikka you have ever eaten, although its more braaied chicken with a mouthwatering selection of the best spices. It's the best takeout to get on a Saturday even when you know you not dirtying a dish.

nigella or Sophie

I have found happiness in watching hours of snippets of nigella and Sophie, sharing shards of their lives and an intrusive full view of their kitchens. I look at every utensil they use. I notice the brands of their ingredients and google them while pausing my DVD. I have always loved Nigella and most of my cooking and baking is inspired by her confident, english rose style of cooking. Nigella does not opologise for using too much cream, or anything else for that matter. It's refreshing to find woman who do not feel the need to conform to what the masses request. I just read an article of the beautiful Ashwariya Rai. I never was much of a fan, preferring Kajol and a Rani Mukherjee, but I must admit I admire her grace and confidence in not being forced by media, to lose the weight gain after having a baby. And I am alarmed, although in hindsight, I should not be. Such is the thing of fame, one day you are the hero because you tick the boxes that a fickle population prescribes. And then there is my new favorite, Sophie Dahl, who is so calmingly beautiful in her Laissez faire way of cooking and living. It's not just about what she is making, it's in the bowl that she uses and the words she uses to describe making the dishes. It's almost invisible ingredients that has a wonderful effect on the freshly baked product. I have recently purchased her new recipe book, and ache to make her flour less chocolate cake. I am sure on you tube everything looks effortless, but I will attempt to do it Sophie Dahl style. I will wear beautiful clothes, and have beautifully made up eyes using my new Lisa cole body shop range. I will purchase vintage pots, and slightly eccentric bowls. And just for a few minutes I can pretend to be a domestic goddess.

A weekend to remember

There we were five very contrasting personalities in one promising car. Sam had picked me up first from work and I was waiting, ever so long and patiently for the day to arrive. A weekend away, with my best friend, her other best friend, a quiet little girl who organized a superb spa weekend away and my soon to be Bosom buddy. Firstly, there was endless banter, alliances were formed and a pretend war had started. We laughed all the way from pickup points, around scary bends, whilst eating burgers and pitas. We listened to music and intelligently discussed the size of Jessica's Simpsons bum, whether Justin Bieber was hot or not, and not forgetting a very anlalytical approach to deciphering boy sms language and usage of emoticons. On arrival we quickly settled in our quarters which was a cosy room with a double bed and sleeper couch. My best friend Tou is an organizer, and starts unpacking the food. It was enough to feed an army, an army like 300. And then chocolates are being opened and further boy analysing takes place. Sakeena (whom I had dubbed the "quiet one "but really was not) had organized for us to go on a horse ride. Horses who look so elegant and calm like in" Legends of the Fall", where Brad Pitt so effortless rides with his shoulder length hair blowing in the wind. It's all lies I tell you. Firstly you need to put on a hat,and it just makes you look like you have a disproportionate size head. Tou looked funnier with a colorful one clearly aimed at kids. Then when you eventually get on the horse, you need to try and stay on it. I swore I felt for a few moments I was at deaths door. Clearly over dramatic, but I swear. Incidentally that song by "All for One"played while having supper but I am now getting ahead of myself. These cute little boys guided us on the most scenic and calming of trails. Subsequently, getting off of the horse seemed more troublesome and I fell straight off onto my plentiful behind. Extra padding has its advantages. Supper itself was anticlimactic, but the conversation was girl packed with fun. Our other friends arrived later that eve. The day followed with spa treatments and relaxation. The eves ere filled with midnight feasts and pajama parties. My favorite part of most trips are the smaller insignificant parts like driving to a destination. It is filed with hope and anticipation. It's is so true, life is a journey, so enjoy the ride!

It - yes the clown penniwise

I watched "It" the weekend that passed and it really was just as scary and disturbing as I remember it being. I love when what I enjoyed in the past doesn't disappoint what I enjoy as an adult. (like the barbie phenomenon, why?)

For those of you who don't know what 'it ', is about:

There are the lucky seven whom would have been considered the losers, every minority represented, the stutterer, the asthmatic, the girl with daddies issues, the fat boy, the black guy, the Jew , the funny guy and the scary cat.
The is an evil, older than time, well human time at least who hibernates and every twenty seven years feeds on children. It uses it's higher level technology, since it's an alien life source, and eons ahead of us, to project itself in the from of a clown into children's worlds, and tricks them through their fears.

It's brilliant, I didn't quite understand all of it as a child but it's still scared the bajeebers out of me. And now that I know what it's about, it's even more kick ass.

It's disturbing, and I think that is what horror movies now a days lack, the freakishly scary and disturbing images that is considered so wrong even though our movies are less sensored. I mean take that, "paranormal activity" movie, yeah the idea of a documentary type thing is cool, but they rely on scare tactics.

I think something is not scary cause you jump out of your seat and shout and skrik it's more when it infringes on what you believe is true.
Take my favorite movie of all time, "Rosemary's baby" (hold your comments please), but it's not particularly scary, well aside from the rape/Sex scene. But it's just an ordinary girl, who meets these harmless old neighbors. It's about betrayal and trust being broken by people you trust.

The thing is the greatest evil that exists is human beings. It's not some spook and supernatural activity, it's what people are doing and their own selfish agendas.

And that can be seen in " it" as well. Adults see what happens but keep their eyes closed.

I guess it's like that saying, "evil grows when good people do nothing".

The profoundness

I really don't need to be liked you know?
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.


There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.

It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.

The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.

The profoundness

I really don't need to be liked you know?
Do you think this is for you when I was ten and needed your approval, well? Sorry to disappoint you but I don't and the thing is up until now when I am nearing a three decade existence do I realize I can actually say it, and action it.


There is like an obsession a need to be liked! What is this need I ask? It feels as if without it, you cannot breath and should not exist. This compulsion to please like an addiction without the judgment. Sometimes, it feels like you have nothing else to teach me. That gets lonely so I try to disguise the space between us with laughter and play things. But even that feels like a guilty pleasure.

It's almost as if feling guilty is what you want me to feel, with this endless , unfulfilled need of trying to fill the emptiness, a void that has been avoided for so long.

The thing is I just don't need to be liked! I dont want to need to do that all the time so much so that its all that I do. That I forget who I am all about, lost in that constant nagging nice train.

Sorry for My absence

It has been months again and I promised to write more often so my apologies for not going that.

I don't really have an excuse, I had a lovely December, and my card making company is up and running. We have a big event coming up in May, so I am kinda excited and need to plan and work hard at it again.

But I promised ten stories for the year...so here we go....