Hello fellow reader. I don't know if any of you have had one of those awkward love life situations. Oh, no? Well, let me fill you in then, dear readers, on the tale of a misled heart.
Sometimes, a girl and a boy both like each other, but no-one is to know of these hidden feelings, not even the said individuals. Soon, they eventually grow fond of each other. That fondness turns to infatuation. Eventually, they begin to fall for each other. Quite hard. Before you know it, this lovely young and reckless couple have thrown caution to the wind and decided to trust one another with a little thing that we, dear readers, like to called love. People begin to worry, as is expected, and warn that, although true and innocent, their love is young and childish, impossible to say it's fate now.
These two young and beautiful lovers refuse to acknowledge the negativity that is thrown around them, embracing the passion that they both had for life. The two beautiful, yet foolish and naïve young lovers greeted the adventure that came with a new love and drank each other up, yearning to learn more, eager to accept every new obstacle thrown their way, eager to prove everyone wrong.
Years seem to go by, and before you know it, the once young and reckless lovers have aged, their once frivolous and passionate romance has fizzled into a dim flame. The once happy and jovial couple are now locked into a seemingly matured and distant relationship, walking on flaming coals. Gone are the sentences that were once laden with secrets of devotion. Gone are the sugared words of love, the sweet looks. Gone is the need to eagerly explore one another, gone is the yearning for more and more and more.
One day, dear readers, this once simple and liberated couple woke up to find that they were strangers, with no one to fall back on. A bitter end to a beautiful young love.
Monday, 29 August 2011
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Fuck Disney Princesses
Well today was obviously FUN. Not. So this morning I was in a car accident. I know. Just my freaking luck right? I lost control and drove into a bridge. Who does that?? So my car is basically a write off. Thank God I wasn't injured or anything (sigh). I ended up going home to Cape Town where I was greeted with more drama, family related. My life resembles that of a cheaply made Spanish Drama, with bad actors and artificial lighting. It was after I had an argument with my ex that I realised something. I wanna be a fucking Disney princess. Those bitches get all the fun.
I came to this realisation after I thought about how magical their world is. Their lives are so much less complicated! Imagine if your only stress was what flowers to pick that day. They never even have to change clothes! Or eat! Sure they have the wicked witch in the beginning or the "evil" stepmother, but REEAALLYY now, how freaking hard can that be? Eventually they know and so do all of us viewers at home, that they're gonna become fucking princesses with a prince and a castle and talking animals by their side.
Fuck Walt Disney. I can't' talk to animals or make flowers grow just by touching them Walty. And I certainly don't have a prince charming. Whaaaat a joke Walty :)
I came to this realisation after I thought about how magical their world is. Their lives are so much less complicated! Imagine if your only stress was what flowers to pick that day. They never even have to change clothes! Or eat! Sure they have the wicked witch in the beginning or the "evil" stepmother, but REEAALLYY now, how freaking hard can that be? Eventually they know and so do all of us viewers at home, that they're gonna become fucking princesses with a prince and a castle and talking animals by their side.
Fuck Walt Disney. I can't' talk to animals or make flowers grow just by touching them Walty. And I certainly don't have a prince charming. Whaaaat a joke Walty :)
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
You know it's going to be a good night when....
Ah, Friday night. What an interesting time THAT was.For me, Friday night was expected to be relaxed and fun, a movie night followed by bed and tea. This did not happen. I made plans to go to movies with my gorgeous cousin (we're not really related though) and her latest "vaaaab" and someone else. That was OBVIOUSLY not a random blind date set up from the two conniving animals. I had to go fetch the lads and ended up getting lost for half an hour, even after I'd entered the address into my Google maps. I just decided t sway from the correct direction and invent my own ones. Clever clever girl.
We ended up seeing Planet of The Apes. Sweet soul. Not what I expected I won't lie. So after this very fun night of tomfoolery, teasing and bonding, I went home at a lovely hour (10:30) and was greeted by a silent and empty house. I decided to make my way to my bedroom when I saw car lights appear in my window. I BBM'ed (Blackberry messenger) my lovely stepsister, "Is that you cupcake? :D"
and received the reply, "Yes. Let's go somewhere?"
We decided to go exploring for a bar at 11 on a Friday night. We were too late for any good clubs and it was too late to go somewhere like Peddlars which had already closed. So we ended up driving towards Kalk Bay and settled on going to Cape to Cuba. Jess (stepsister) decided to get a mohjito and I settled on a Red Bull. We left the bar and went outside to do some lovely sisterly bonding, when we were greeted by 3 INCREDIBLY strange men. The first came up to us and began to try and pick us up in French. Little did he know that I knew what he was saying and what he was saying did not make any sense whatsoever. We smiled politely and thought that was the end of it when he beckoned his other two friends over.
"No you don't have to do tha- ah. Great." sighed my stepsister, rolling her eyes and dragging on her cigarette.
"oh can I borrow some ice" the one creepo said before sticking his hand into my glass and taking two blocks of ice.
'Well you may as well keep her drink now." Jess said sarcastically.
"oh thanks ladies, that's awfully nice of you." the grenade replied before taking my drink for hi own.
We presumed they would eventually begin to fade off but to no such luck. The original creepo, the one who cam to pick us up, began to tell us a story of how he moved here from Joburg with his mother after his mothers boyfriend locked him in a cubhoard for 6 months. At this point we were quite confused and bid them goodbye with a giggle and a shcoked expression.
By this point, we were too hyper to go home and too happy to care so at 1 in the morning, we decided to mission to Mcdonalds for Mcflurries. We ended up getting home at 2 where I was greeted by another BBM.
"Where are you right now?" I received from a lovely gentleman that I don't know that well.
"Hello," I replied happily, "I'm in bed already."
"I'm coming to fetch you for a drive :) I want to see you."
Well I was quite surprised with this message. I barely knew the gentleman and he wanted to come fetch me at 2 in the morning for a scenic drive? Alas I had to decline, for I was not too sure of what his true intentions were. So I apologized to the gentleman in mention and went to bed.
Ah. What an unexpected evening in my rather strange life.
We ended up seeing Planet of The Apes. Sweet soul. Not what I expected I won't lie. So after this very fun night of tomfoolery, teasing and bonding, I went home at a lovely hour (10:30) and was greeted by a silent and empty house. I decided to make my way to my bedroom when I saw car lights appear in my window. I BBM'ed (Blackberry messenger) my lovely stepsister, "Is that you cupcake? :D"
and received the reply, "Yes. Let's go somewhere?"
We decided to go exploring for a bar at 11 on a Friday night. We were too late for any good clubs and it was too late to go somewhere like Peddlars which had already closed. So we ended up driving towards Kalk Bay and settled on going to Cape to Cuba. Jess (stepsister) decided to get a mohjito and I settled on a Red Bull. We left the bar and went outside to do some lovely sisterly bonding, when we were greeted by 3 INCREDIBLY strange men. The first came up to us and began to try and pick us up in French. Little did he know that I knew what he was saying and what he was saying did not make any sense whatsoever. We smiled politely and thought that was the end of it when he beckoned his other two friends over.
"No you don't have to do tha- ah. Great." sighed my stepsister, rolling her eyes and dragging on her cigarette.
"oh can I borrow some ice" the one creepo said before sticking his hand into my glass and taking two blocks of ice.
'Well you may as well keep her drink now." Jess said sarcastically.
"oh thanks ladies, that's awfully nice of you." the grenade replied before taking my drink for hi own.
We presumed they would eventually begin to fade off but to no such luck. The original creepo, the one who cam to pick us up, began to tell us a story of how he moved here from Joburg with his mother after his mothers boyfriend locked him in a cubhoard for 6 months. At this point we were quite confused and bid them goodbye with a giggle and a shcoked expression.
By this point, we were too hyper to go home and too happy to care so at 1 in the morning, we decided to mission to Mcdonalds for Mcflurries. We ended up getting home at 2 where I was greeted by another BBM.
"Where are you right now?" I received from a lovely gentleman that I don't know that well.
"Hello," I replied happily, "I'm in bed already."
"I'm coming to fetch you for a drive :) I want to see you."
Well I was quite surprised with this message. I barely knew the gentleman and he wanted to come fetch me at 2 in the morning for a scenic drive? Alas I had to decline, for I was not too sure of what his true intentions were. So I apologized to the gentleman in mention and went to bed.
Ah. What an unexpected evening in my rather strange life.
Silver nail polish and ripped pants. All in a days work.
SO. Today was on of THOSE days. You know, "that awkward moment". It all started on a bitter cold Monday Wednesday morning. I rolled myself out of bed at 6:30 and managed to drag myself to class without scaring anybody with my lack of sleep face. The day started off quite well actually. THEN, disaster struck. I was sitting in the BA building (the building fr the "arts" students) just minding my own business, when this guy comes and sits next to me. Now normally I don't mind this sort of thing, I like a little attention here and there, given the right circumstances. But this guy... well.. he was different to say the least. And not in my normal taste. For starters, he was wearing a skull and cross bones necklace. Don't get me wrong, I like an odd, eclectic look sometimes, but when I saw his silver nail polish, I knew I was in for trouble.
I begged for the kind high powered spirits to let me be, but with no such luck.
"Soo. you must be a BA student." I heard from a rather high pitched and VERY nasally voice. I turned to stare at a man with longer hair than mine and and a smell that I can't quite put my finger on.
"yes... I am a BA student." I said as politely as I could.
"mmmm. I can see THAT" he smiled with this comment (I shuddered) "I'm a language student. What are you doll?"
I replied with what I can only say was an attempt at a smile, "Humanities, but I'm studying French too."
"oooh we can be language buddies then! I'm doing German!" he then proceeded to explain to me HOW one goes about studying German and began yelling arbitrary German words at me whilst passer by's looked on with a bemused expression, hiding their smiles and choking back their giggles. I was lucky enough to be saved by my friend Inga, who was met with, "Oh my God Doll, I love this whole eclectic look you've got going on! Hippy but not too hippy, you work it!" This comment was followed by a finger snap and a hip roll. We managed to escape this event and I managed to get through the rest of my day pretty much ok. Until it was gym time.
Now, being a student means two things: 1) I have very little money. 2) When it comes to things such as darning or sewing, I am lazy as all hell. I got dressed for gym and noticed that there were little holes here and there, but didn't think anything of it. So I missioned to gym and began my workout with vigour. I completed a lovely 5km run, did some arm work and then moved into the weight section to work on my stomach. Now as is expected in a gym, the weight section was filled with a lot of burly men and a lot of male students. I sat down on one of the mats provided, facing the weight section and began my stomach exercises. I began to notice that I was receiving quite a few looks and some shocked and curious expressions, particularly from the surrounding males. Thinking it's because I looked so impressive doing my crunches (ha.ha.ha), I added on another 20 and then sat up to take a breather and check my sms's. That's when I saw it.
Running up my inner thigh all the way towards my crotch area was a massive hole. Now if that isn't awkward enough, I prefer not to wear underwear to the gym because it get's all up in my lady bits. I sat stone still, shocked, for about 5 minutes before getting up slowly and then sprinting to the exit.
Just another GREAT day in my lovely awkward life.
I begged for the kind high powered spirits to let me be, but with no such luck.
"Soo. you must be a BA student." I heard from a rather high pitched and VERY nasally voice. I turned to stare at a man with longer hair than mine and and a smell that I can't quite put my finger on.
"yes... I am a BA student." I said as politely as I could.
"mmmm. I can see THAT" he smiled with this comment (I shuddered) "I'm a language student. What are you doll?"
I replied with what I can only say was an attempt at a smile, "Humanities, but I'm studying French too."
"oooh we can be language buddies then! I'm doing German!" he then proceeded to explain to me HOW one goes about studying German and began yelling arbitrary German words at me whilst passer by's looked on with a bemused expression, hiding their smiles and choking back their giggles. I was lucky enough to be saved by my friend Inga, who was met with, "Oh my God Doll, I love this whole eclectic look you've got going on! Hippy but not too hippy, you work it!" This comment was followed by a finger snap and a hip roll. We managed to escape this event and I managed to get through the rest of my day pretty much ok. Until it was gym time.
Now, being a student means two things: 1) I have very little money. 2) When it comes to things such as darning or sewing, I am lazy as all hell. I got dressed for gym and noticed that there were little holes here and there, but didn't think anything of it. So I missioned to gym and began my workout with vigour. I completed a lovely 5km run, did some arm work and then moved into the weight section to work on my stomach. Now as is expected in a gym, the weight section was filled with a lot of burly men and a lot of male students. I sat down on one of the mats provided, facing the weight section and began my stomach exercises. I began to notice that I was receiving quite a few looks and some shocked and curious expressions, particularly from the surrounding males. Thinking it's because I looked so impressive doing my crunches (ha.ha.ha), I added on another 20 and then sat up to take a breather and check my sms's. That's when I saw it.
Running up my inner thigh all the way towards my crotch area was a massive hole. Now if that isn't awkward enough, I prefer not to wear underwear to the gym because it get's all up in my lady bits. I sat stone still, shocked, for about 5 minutes before getting up slowly and then sprinting to the exit.
Just another GREAT day in my lovely awkward life.
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