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If I have to do this for one more day, I will go crazy. That's why I've decided to har har treat myself and take a day's leave from work tomorrow. It's this week. This damned stuck-in-the-mud slurry week that is still digesting the heavy Chirstmas meals, and storing up the energy for disappointing parties on New Years. I'm the only moron in my office who treats her leave days like precious stones, which meant I'm the only one persent this week. Of course, company policy requires that I look busy at all times, so I offerend my help to all the other departments. And ended up being receptionist for a week.

No one phones. It's the last week in December. Normal people are on holiday, causing accidents on the N1 and drowning on the beaches. I've exhausted the net; can't even force myself to read another blog, wikipedia has too much information and my online research of Japan and reading of related forums is brinking on being unhealthy.

Tomorrow I shall sleep until I wake up. Then I'll turn my head away from the window and sleep another hour. I'm looking forward to it already.

signs of the times

On the same day as remembering-the-tsunami-day, BHS was hit by a storm of note. The closest beach being 4 hours' drive away, no one had a tsunami in mind, though it is said that some of the boats on the dam still hasn't been found.

I wasn't here, I was visiting my family for Christmas (oh, apparently the word "Christmas" is being banned in SA, we're all so politically paranoid here), but upon my return, I saw the extent of the inland destruction. My one friend is now sans a house. She found her roof on the house next door, and her ceiling scattered over her floor. Merry Christmas, nê? Huge metal signboards were folded into origami frankensteins, and the Now Showing facade of the local cinema is now showing only wires. There are more branches on the sidewalk that there are on the trees. Very cool in a small-town post-apocalyptic sense.

Some locals believe that the prayers broadcasted by the mosque on the north-east side of town are curses in a different language. Last night, driving home, I saw the most amazing red and orange lightning play in clusters above the town. Maybe we have been cursed.

growth

some strange paper cut-out video on tv - i sure wont miss satellite when I get back home. Which is tomorrow. Before I get there though, I need to visit a friend to just be in her company for a while (she moved to a plot-type place in Johannesburg with peacocks and easterbunnies, have to check it out) and stop in Pretoria for some home-made sushi. Sounds dodgy eh?

Went out for a few drinks and lots of laughs with some old friends, plus the really old friend from Christmas past. Howzit Cherene, thanks for coming out with us, it rocked to have you with us. Who'd have thought that she'd turn out to be such an amazing girl. A surfer accountant, nogal. That works on Peter Jackson's finances, haha, I love it, everyone's got a story to tell.

2:35 am already, I really should consider going to sleep. First I'm going to rummage through the cupboards for some food. Few more online conversations to finish. Today was remembering the tsunami day, saw great footage on tv and bbc dot com of artistic gestures done in rememberance of those who died. Beautiful. I hope that, when I die, someone will float a lantern into the air for me as well.

Not my home

Grrr.

This is more a test to see what the hell happened to my second post, which refuses to show even though it actually exists. Maybe I screwed around with the settings too much. Maybe I'm technologically disadvantaged. Well, I don't own an iPod, and my phone can't take photos.

New information :
I've driven through that arch in the picture many times. It's the road to the Nan Hua temple in Bronkhorstspruit, South Africa. 99% of people who live in South Africa arent aware of the fact that we have a temple of this magnitude - it's the largest one in the Southern hemisphere. I can see it from my roof. It's ironically positioned (geographically). The largest symbol of Eastern antichrist lifestyle in die middle of an Afrikaans farming community holding on tightly to their pre-1994 belief systems. It's almost perverse.

Let's see if this baby shows when I post it.

Old Kids From the Block

I've been doing some heavy reminiscing for the past 20 or so minutes. It happens when the past kinda pops up behind you in church.

So the kids in the picture was the old 'hood. The days when kids could still play in the streets, and only had to fear cars and German Sheperds. The bob was probably my worst haircut of my whole life (so far), but it was the eighties, which explains all the yellow. And the puffed-up alice-band. Thank goodness I shaved all my hair off. Fighting the bob.

Oh yeah, we spent the whole morning raking together those leaves, posed for a photo, and then used it to jump around in.

Birth is a messy business

Christmas and the leftovers are basically finished. Even with The Grinch on tv, it still doesn't feel like Christmas. It feels like it should be August, or maybe September. The older I get, the quicker the years go by. Next year should take me about 3 months to finish. I can't wait.

I sat in church this morning and decided to start a blog. Me having a blog is inevitable. I even like the word, and will use it as a verb. It was an eventful service. I also ran into an old friend. And I mean an oooold friend. We used to be inseparable until we were uhm 8 years old, then her parents divorced and she moved to New Zealand. And today, freaking more than 1.5 decades down the line, she sat in the row behind me in church. I couldn't stop staring. Caught up with her afterwards, and had a nice fat chat. And her eyes are what stood out; it's the same pair of eyes that looked at me when we were building Forest Family valleys in the hallways and got sunburnt crispy in their swimming pool.

It was as exciting as it was weird. Wow. Old friends.