it's the weekend baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah so I gave it away.... I'm a huge fan of the Gareth Cliff show on 5fm!!!!! But since Im going on a week long sabbatical I thought it my dude to write a blog that will not have you reaching for theescape button, I mean it is Friday...

So I'm gon have me a nice one and hope that u gon do the same!!!!!!!!!! And iv uploaded a pic of ma fellow jounos in training from TUT in case u wondering I am some-where in that pic but ul probably not be able to see me because I'm one of those people who pretends not to like being in photos just so some1 would force me to have my pic taken...lol!!!!

spring is here, Im not ready??

we are two weeks into spring and that pic just landed in my inbox............depressing stuff especially when Im having cellulite problems. U know i do try to work out, like pressing my keyboard while writting this has to count 4 something right?

reality sucks

Got my first reality check way back in 1995 when my brother passed away, then again last year when my mom passed on as well and since then I've learnt that shit happens and that nothing lasts forever..........

So my latest dose of reality came last night when I realised that 2day was going to be the last day that I was ever gonna be in the same classroom as my buddy (lets call her Miss Smarty-pants). Miss Smarty-pants and I have been buddies since we arrived on campus..........last year we lost 3 members of our crew, then we were the only ladies left in a crew of four so we've gotten pretty close in past couple of months, but alas, now she 's going head-first into the media world of SA to mingle with shlebs and wanabees for a living ( how cool is that?)

I on the other hand, will have to stay on campus and toil away at my school work and spend all my free time with the boys ( which aint too bad but still...). I mean I only start working in November or weneva I get done with axams. The worst of all will have to be on Puza Thursdays ( "puza" is the zulu word for "drink") when we used to chill and have a bottle of wine (or two....or three) at our favourite spot on campus... I mean the guys luv Amstel and I don't see them changing to wine and girl talk over the latest copy of Cosmo or SLmag any time soon...

Yeah, so Im sulking, so what? wouldn't you? so to miss Smarty-pants, luv ill miss ur laughter, spunk, attitude and snide little comments that only I got...

shot a lot luv!!!! and I guess we'll still hook up on the net n phone........but then again ur house is only 20minutes away so maybe I'm just being a drama-horse as ussual, u know u still here on earth for me to see and talk to when I'm bored in class, which is often so I guess I better buy lots of airtime then?

am getting too old for spring fair.......the horror!!!!!!!!!!

Tuks spring fair 2007 It hit me like a truck coming at me at full speed, after that I was devasted and I knew that life was never going to be the same again? What am I on about? We'll let me fiil you in... Every year on the 2nd Wednesday of September my buddies and I make our way to the Rag farm at the University of Pretoria (Tuks). It always happens that I have a test either that day or the day after but I'll still go because that is only half the fun and chances are the people I'm with are also going the same! The atmosphere is relaxed..student at a farm with 3 stages for House, Hiphop and Rock, the sun is blazing and were all wearing as little as possible with drinks going for R10 bucks a pop.......I know utter bliss!!!! U know there has to be a but right? and that is the fact that I'm getting too old for this coz I've been been going there since my High School days and every year less people that I used to go with, say that they're getting too old and refuse to go.I used to laugh at them but am now wiser!!!! I mean I was having lunch with my cuzins on friday and telling them about what happened @ Tuks when one of them said " oh it was this, week, I forgot!!" that statement put things into perspective for me...as well as the fact that i was surrounded by kids who were at least 10yrs younger than me ( ok maybe not but thats how I felt) and they were all going on and on about sneaking out the window and kissing boys for the first time and to add insult to injury THERE WAS NO HIP-HOP STAGE!!! So yes, I'm not going next year or any other year........I'm done!!!!!!!!! .........I'm too old!!!!!!!!!! ......I'll sit at home with a cup of tea and knit a jersey for my boyfriend....ok maybe not!!! but its just as bad, I mean I'm only 21 for pete's sake, what is this world coming 2? hmmmmmmm now I fell much better, thanks for listening!!

Long street lives up to reputation

I'm back Before I even start talking about Long street, I think that it is only fair to warn you that I love going out way too much and part of the reason why I signed ma soul to the journalism profession was a vague hope that I would land a job as an entertainment reporter one day kinda like Nicky Greenwall from Showbiz report... but now that I'm a bit older and wiser I've realised that I am actually not a bad writer so now I want to write, damnit!!! so maybe ill probably end up like er,Gwen Gill. Moving right along, we went to Long street on our first day in the Mother City, which was a Saturday. We got things started by gatecrashing some UCT party in the area and just as we were about to be discovered as intruders from Pretoria, off we went to Long street.. We were club-hopping till the wee hours of the morning but we eventually settled for a club called...wait for it ...Joburg!! It was pretty much like the city itself..lots of disillusioned young people, loud music, bright lights...it was like dejavu hey!! But they were playing hiphop music, so we didn't really mind and to my friends' horror I even danced a bit.......anyone who know neolithic knows that I would rather die than dance, so this was history in the making!!! Over the week we were there, we frequented Long street a bunch of times but it eventually got boring coz it was always the same crowd... like the cameraman who pounces on you the minute u get drunk and takes ur pics for 5bucks but whom u neva see the minute u arrive looking fabulous! and all the creepy guys who rub themselves against u on the dancefloor, although they are old enough to be your dad,creepy stuff!! but we had we had fun nonetheless... Till next time.bye!!!

a wine shop at the V&A Waterfront

I was in the fairest Cape last month and had a ball of a time with my buddies from campus. We did the usual tourist spots like Robben Island and the rest. I won't bore you with the details but I will tell you about a wine shop we frequented in the V&A waterfront...and no we are not alcoholics! We pretty much fancy ourselves as wine affectionates of note, so we thought what would a trip to the CT be, without a visit to a local wine shop to see if we are missing out on anything in Gauteng. We weren't disappointed at all. I might not have tasted a hint of raspberry, vanilla or oak in my wine but I know a good bottle when I have one...so we were in Mini-wine heaven. It also helped that the wine shop was 5 minutes away from the digs we were staying at and the staff was supper-friendly (and that's saying a lot after all the gloomy people we met in CT). So we had a daily ritual of going to the shop for some, er, refreshment and a light conversation with the helpful staff. During our last day there, we discovered that the owner of the shop was moving and decided to sell some of his books at the shop, so we bought some great titles for less than R20 bucks. Our goobye was an emotional one, I mean I almost shed a tear when I thought that I would now have to be content with i.e wine that my local Shoprite Checkers has on offer(the horror!)...and the weather was not half bad that week actually! Who would have thought that snooty Cape town had some hidden treasures, not me!!! PS: long street was dope as well, but that's a story for another day...

can't stop writing,please help!!

Hello This is my second blog, as in I now have blogs on two websites, and I'm loving this one better. There's more choice when it comes to how I want it to look but most importantly no one knows that I'm keeping it, yet. I was getting a bit tired of having my classmates ( yes I'm still studying) and acquaintances all up in my business. So I've decided not to give them this address and have strangers read it instead.So if you are reading this and you know me...please stop stalking me!!! I'm not worth it, really!!! This is what I imagine moving into a new neighbourhood would feel like, if I decided to sneak out of my house in the middle of the night and leave caution to the wind. This is because I know that I'd never be able to leave home any time soon....free accommodation, food, unwanted advice (you get the point) . My family and I still get along. So I'll milk them for longer just because they allow me to and as a sign of gratitude for putting up with me during my teenage years. Just to warn you...if you intend to read my blog regularly you will have to excuse my spelling...sms is killing the English language, slowly and steadily. I'm sometimes shocked at the way I write, how will I manage in the media industry?