counting the days

Yep, it's only a few days till I move down to the coast. This is both exciting and sad especially considering the possibility that I am probably going live on Pick n Pay noodles from now on. Or maybe I'll finally be forced to learn to cook proper food (apparently boiling eggs is not a skill) and who knows, maybe even improve my baking skills. I couldn't have picked a more challenging time to move down though. Winter has already started creeping in and Cape Town weather is wet, windy and cold all at the same time. So, I am going to need to do some adjusting, starting with my wardrobe. Apart from everything, I am excited to finally be moving "away from the nest". I have been meaning to do it for a while and now it's finally happening.

my cellphone is pretty...pretty useless

You probably know by now that I love to whine. That's just me, I'm a whiner. So today my cellphone is my subject of choice. I wasn't lying in the subject line though,it really is a pretty little thing. It even has a whell-thinga-ma-bobby that you use to navigate with, hence I bought it about five months ago. It has already been in for repairs because the "ok" button stopped working. So I took it back to the shop and they supposedly fixed it. But now another button doesn't want to work, so I have to press extra hard if I want to scroll down. I was looking through the contract and it basically says that it is still under warranty so I guess I could take it back and spend another month with no contact with the outside world. ..NOT!! Because I'm moving far far away to the bundus and I am going to need my cellphone. With load-shedding I am probably going to need it to see in the dark as well. Now I regret not listening to my sister when she warned me not to buy a cellphone that is manufactured by a company known to excell in the production of kitchen appliances, rather than cellphones. But it really is a pretty (useless) phone now and I won't be able to afford another one for the next couple of months or decades BECAUSE this moving thing is going to be costly BUT ALSO because my dad bought me this particular phone after I begged for it, so I doubt he'll be rushing off to buy me a new one anytime soon.

weaves, extentions...and the like

Let me start of by declaring that I am keep my hair as short as possible. Blame it on ma whole tom-boy phase or apartheid:) but I've never really warmed to the idea of having all that plastic on my head because with load-shedding and having to use candles these days, I think its best to stay away from flammable products. But I think extentions might be made of real human hair, I'm too lazy to ask...back to my point What got me thinking about this is that I was out with some of my girls at the weekend and this other one (lets call her Little Miss Sunshine) had a weave in the boot of her car, safely tucked into her sneakers...yep apparently because the sneakers are the next best thing since she don't want her man finding it in her handbag. I thought that was a bit weird but that's just me. Two weeks ago I was chilling with my other girl (call her Miss Thang) and she was busy frying her hair into submission so that she can put in new extentions D-I-Y style. Obviously this was a big moment in my life because I could finally see how she puts them on. Well she used glue, looked a bit like superglue to me but she promised it wasn't. When she was done Miss Thang looked as phly as hell. So next time you see me going all feminist on a guy or girl who makes fun of my buddy's weave or extentions, please note that its not because I am some fake hair-obssessed drama-horse... I really am not, it's actually because I know what they go through to look phly for ya'll, the least you can do is pretend that you understand why she got a weave with blonde steaks on.

blow up ur tv and read

Ok so that may be a bit extreme but I am extremely annoyed by the stuff on tv at the moment. What the hell are we watching and why are we still watching some of this crap? (Yes that includes Big Brother and Generations) I think the most interesting thing I have seen on the tube in the past week is an episode of...*thinks very hard and still can't come up with anything*. I find soapies loathsome and the funniest sitcom I have seen in the past year was re-runs of Will and Grace. I miss South-Park and Curb your enthusiasm..and now I cant even turn on my radio for some release coz I keep hearing the same nonsense. So I have resorted to listening to 702 and reading, maybe get enlightened in the process. So while the fear of having my family commit me to a mental institution is standing in the way of me blowing up all the TVs in my house, I shall remain in my room alone with my books. The funny thing is that I learnt how to make a bomb from a TV show on the Discovery channel called Brainiac so I guess a little bit of tv can't be that bad.

driving miss daisy

Let me start by making a confession "I hate driving". Now that we got that out of the way we can move on to bigger things like why I hate it so much. So you would be right to assume that that I was going to be content with a life of buses and taxis and not forgetting my personal favourite, lifts. I mean why be stuck in rush-hour traffic when you can catch a taxi and breeze through the traffic in the emergency lane? duhh! Anyway, eventually reality bit me in the ass (as it always does) and I realised that my dream job depended on me having a drivers' license as much as my writing skills. So I have been taking lessons from my sister and paying extra attention to what people are actually doing behind the wheel while I'm being driven somewhere (yes even in the taxi). I even took a driving lesson on my birthday, can u imagine?I almost drove into my neighbours gate because I was so nervous with my sister and her kids in the car. So yeah, although I am learning how to drive and think I look phly behind the wheel with my hater-blockers (sunglasses) on, I still envy those people chatting away in the back seat while relaxing with a burger in hand while I try not to forget to change gears, again.