Well, I better dispose of these chocolate chip cookies if I intend to do so. But it's my cheat-day and they're so good. Oh well...
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Weight(ing) is difficult...
Waiting to lose weight is so difficult. I despise that moment when you get on the scale after weeks of gym and exercise but nothing budges. If anything, it bulges. I've become quite aware of my weight and body recently. Not that I intend on becoming a rake but I do intend on losing the weight that I've picked up recently. I know my metabolism is slowing down and I'd like to keep with the times now as opposed to later, when I'm already a chunky-munky.
Well, I better dispose of these chocolate chip cookies if I intend to do so. But it's my cheat-day and they're so good. Oh well...
Well, I better dispose of these chocolate chip cookies if I intend to do so. But it's my cheat-day and they're so good. Oh well...
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Yah darling
My mom tells me that my accent is becoming more posh and pretentious by the day. I do not understand where this is coming from because I can guarantee you that the shitty little city in which I live does not revel in refinery. In fact, it's as common as the word cack. Plus, I do not watch enough 'Made In Chelsea' to allow me to say 'yah darling'. What mother dearest forgets is that I am not a commoner and I have never had a common accent. She did not raise my brother and I common; frankly speaking, we were raised the polar opposite. The reason I may say, 'yah' or 'ja' rather is because I'm from South Africa and that is how most people answer in the affirmative. I have and will never use the term darling as it is way too pretentious. Even for a posh-wannabe such as myself. Ha!
Ta ta :)
Ta ta :)
Monday, 2 April 2012
That boy-girl thing
I was so tempted to say 'thang' instead of 'thing'. Now that I got that embarrassing urge off my chest, I'd like to apologise for not blogging in a while. Truth is that bitch called life has gotten the best of me these days. But now I'm on a semester break and I'd like to relax as much as I can, perhaps work on assignments (it's only my degree at stake) and acquire knowledge outwith Law.
But the subject of this post has got to do with that dreaded topic called romance. If I could avoid it, I would but I'm currently faced with an issue that involves the r-word. I've recently decided that I'm quite tired of thinking about boys and whether those who seem to be my type have shown interest etc. I do indeed have a crush on someone. Hence my putting my foot down in the hope that he will come and whisk me away to a football game.
I fancy several people though; some of whom, I will never get because it's just bloody impossible and others on whom I have given up or simply have zero idea what they want. The first is a DJ from this club we went to two days ago. He was beautiful and perhaps I took a strong liking to him because he played music that I liked - more specifically my track de ce moment, 'Love On Top' by Beyoncé. The chances of us hooking up are slim if not non-existent because firstly, I don't know his name and neither does anyone else. He's one of those 'nameless' DJs (points were aptly deducted for that as you can imagine. How juvenile of the man?) Secondly, he's heavily tattooed and has the number of piercings that would attract a magnet from a mile off. Although I (quelle surprise) find that look rather attractive, I think that if we were ever to date, he would probably end up leaving me for a stripper or a Kat Von D lookalike. That might be my insecurities talking or my bizarre addiction to 'Miami' and 'LA Ink'.
The others are potential suitors and I will not speak about them because I do not want to jinx anything. I will give you a clue however; the one has worked for the UN, the other is an actor and the last one may have an addiction to red M&Ms. They all have nothing in common except the fact that they do enjoy the odd bit of limelight.
Wish me luck.
But the subject of this post has got to do with that dreaded topic called romance. If I could avoid it, I would but I'm currently faced with an issue that involves the r-word. I've recently decided that I'm quite tired of thinking about boys and whether those who seem to be my type have shown interest etc. I do indeed have a crush on someone. Hence my putting my foot down in the hope that he will come and whisk me away to a football game.
I fancy several people though; some of whom, I will never get because it's just bloody impossible and others on whom I have given up or simply have zero idea what they want. The first is a DJ from this club we went to two days ago. He was beautiful and perhaps I took a strong liking to him because he played music that I liked - more specifically my track de ce moment, 'Love On Top' by Beyoncé. The chances of us hooking up are slim if not non-existent because firstly, I don't know his name and neither does anyone else. He's one of those 'nameless' DJs (points were aptly deducted for that as you can imagine. How juvenile of the man?) Secondly, he's heavily tattooed and has the number of piercings that would attract a magnet from a mile off. Although I (quelle surprise) find that look rather attractive, I think that if we were ever to date, he would probably end up leaving me for a stripper or a Kat Von D lookalike. That might be my insecurities talking or my bizarre addiction to 'Miami' and 'LA Ink'.
The others are potential suitors and I will not speak about them because I do not want to jinx anything. I will give you a clue however; the one has worked for the UN, the other is an actor and the last one may have an addiction to red M&Ms. They all have nothing in common except the fact that they do enjoy the odd bit of limelight.
Wish me luck.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
L'amour
Carla Bruni-Sarkozy. She's given a lot of stick by the press at times but one thing of hers I cannot fault is her music. She has such superb songs and her voice really makes for a great listen on a lazy Saturday afternoon. I've written down the lyrics to one of her songs, 'L'amour'. It's basically about how love is not for her and so on. If I'm bothered enough, I'll put up the translation. But download the song. It's beautiful.
L'amour pas por moi
Tous ces toujours
C'est pas net, ca joue des tours
Ca s'approche sans se montrer
Comme un traitre de velours
Ca me blesse ou me lasse selon les jours
L'amour ca ne vaut rien
Ca m"inqiquiete de tout
Et ca se deguise en doux
Quand ca gronde, quand ca me mord
Alors, oui, c'est pire que tout
Car j'en veux plus encore
Pourquoi faire ce tas de plaisirs, dr frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses?
A quoi bon se laisser reprendre
Le cour en chamade
Ne rien y comprendre
C'est une embuscade
L'amour ca ne vas pas
C'est pas du sait laurent
Ce ne tombe pas parfairment
Si je ne trouve pa mon style ce n'est pas fautet d'essayer,
Et l'amore j'laisse tomber
A quoi bon ce tas de plaisirs, de frissons, de caresses, de pauvres promesses?
Pourquoi faire se laisser reprendre,
Le cour en chamade
Ne rien y comprendre
C'est une embuscade
L'amour j'en veux pas
J'prefere de temps de temps
Je prefere le gout du vent
Le gout etrange et doux de la peau de mes amants
Mais l'amour pas vraiment
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Some call it ignorance while others call it a preference for certain information
Everybody is familiar with the term ignorant. Hell, I'm sure a couple of us have used the term to refer to people who we'd gladly take on in a general knowledge quiz. They are the dumbos, ignoramuses and fools who we encounter on a daily basis. Whatever you'd like to call them, we all love and at times, hate an ignorant imbecile. However, I was forced to question the meaning of ignorance when I had a rather benign conversation with a friend this week. We were happily reminiscing about our childhoods and the ample things in which we participated. It was lovely. I genuinely got a rush reliving some of those picture-perfect moments with my mate until we got to the subject of fairy tales. Now, unlike other children, I was not a massive fan of fairy tales. Yes I read 'Cinderella' and 'Aladdin' and a whole load of others but in my case, my mother wanted to expose my brother and I to other literature forms. Hence the reason why she read us a whole load of Chinese and Japanese folk tales translated into English. I absolutely grew to love 'Little Peachling' as I could not believe that a child could be delivered in a peach and 'The Seven Chinese Brothers' was also a favourite as my brother's marvelled at the powers of all the seven brothers. So much so that we prayed to God that we could have a couple of our own. I read widely as a child and although there are semblances of me enjoying the traditional Western fairy tales, I took more of a liking to Asian folk tales.
Which, brings me to my story. My friend started to mention her favourite fairy tales and noticed that I offered my take on the subject rather hesitantly. She confronted me about this and I simply told her that I could not, for example, name the seven dwarfs from 'Snow White' because I simply did not take a massive liking to the story. She appeared rather flabbergasted and said something along the lines of, 'but everybody liked 'Snow White. I mean the fact that you don't know the names of the seven dwarfs (which I'm apparently supposed to spell in capital letters but I feel as though they'll forgive me) is quite ignorant.' Is it though? Is my not knowing the names of those characters true ignorance? It got me thinking; who are we to tell someone that they're ignorant? Because surely ignorance is not knowing about something of which we know. That, in my opinion, could quite plainly be construed as someone not knowing something you do. In the same way that a 10-year old would not be able to tell you the ins and outs of calculus because they have not been exposed to it, could we then put it down to a lack of exposure? Some would disagree with this assertion and state that there are certain things about which people MUST know. However, I think you could argue relativity here. All knowledge, regardless of how important it may be to YOU, is relative. Someone living in a very remote area with very little exposure to different media forms would not be able to know as much about society as someone who lives in a world where the former is readily available.
If that is the case then, why is it that Americans know very little about everything that is not American? They are, after all and whether the world likes it or not, the number one super power and will be for some time. Why is it that so many of their citizens, for example, think that Africa is a country and presume that London is a state right next to France? It brings me back to my initial argument and the title of this post: some call it ignorance while others call it a preference for certain information. Americans prefer to know about what they think is important: themselves. In the very same way that South Africans, as some Africans would aver, prefer to know solely about South Africa and perhaps southern Africa while the rest of the continent is completely ignored.
If my argument holds true then this is a bit of a bummer because I love the term ignorant and I enjoy calling people ignoramuses so it wouldn't be too grand not to use both terms. But it could, if you think about it, be ignorant to call someone else ignorant because you're essentially being ignorant about what they know and should know. Now how's that for a double pun or irony-within-irony? Might be a stretch but you have to applaud me for attempting to provoke some thought in the world.
Au revoir :)
Which, brings me to my story. My friend started to mention her favourite fairy tales and noticed that I offered my take on the subject rather hesitantly. She confronted me about this and I simply told her that I could not, for example, name the seven dwarfs from 'Snow White' because I simply did not take a massive liking to the story. She appeared rather flabbergasted and said something along the lines of, 'but everybody liked 'Snow White. I mean the fact that you don't know the names of the seven dwarfs (which I'm apparently supposed to spell in capital letters but I feel as though they'll forgive me) is quite ignorant.' Is it though? Is my not knowing the names of those characters true ignorance? It got me thinking; who are we to tell someone that they're ignorant? Because surely ignorance is not knowing about something of which we know. That, in my opinion, could quite plainly be construed as someone not knowing something you do. In the same way that a 10-year old would not be able to tell you the ins and outs of calculus because they have not been exposed to it, could we then put it down to a lack of exposure? Some would disagree with this assertion and state that there are certain things about which people MUST know. However, I think you could argue relativity here. All knowledge, regardless of how important it may be to YOU, is relative. Someone living in a very remote area with very little exposure to different media forms would not be able to know as much about society as someone who lives in a world where the former is readily available.
If that is the case then, why is it that Americans know very little about everything that is not American? They are, after all and whether the world likes it or not, the number one super power and will be for some time. Why is it that so many of their citizens, for example, think that Africa is a country and presume that London is a state right next to France? It brings me back to my initial argument and the title of this post: some call it ignorance while others call it a preference for certain information. Americans prefer to know about what they think is important: themselves. In the very same way that South Africans, as some Africans would aver, prefer to know solely about South Africa and perhaps southern Africa while the rest of the continent is completely ignored.
If my argument holds true then this is a bit of a bummer because I love the term ignorant and I enjoy calling people ignoramuses so it wouldn't be too grand not to use both terms. But it could, if you think about it, be ignorant to call someone else ignorant because you're essentially being ignorant about what they know and should know. Now how's that for a double pun or irony-within-irony? Might be a stretch but you have to applaud me for attempting to provoke some thought in the world.
Au revoir :)
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