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"Everytime I see you I squeeeeze you like you my teddy bear baby"

-S.

+vity

it's been two months. well, almost. the 26th of December has been a long time away -- that's an aside. oh, and i didn't know what to post on this post until i started it. and then it hit me:

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

enough said.

-S.

house on a move...

well, what more can i say. this past weekend i was away, just for a day - ok, for half a day. here is what i captured while i was on the move. really interesting stuff i tell you:

and there is more...

an interesting price to whoever to correctly guess this location. ayeye!!!

TIA.

-S.

ambulance for sale...?

it so happened that on Sunday i was driving around the western part of Pretoria, you know, looking for something that might spark a business opportunity. i was really unsuspecting when i came across this scenario which i captured to share:

i dunno what your take from your point of view is, but it seemed to me that since i was standing at a car dealer, where most of the vehicles had price tags (like the two of the three in the picture), with no sign of a workshop whatsoever, i can only conclude that the ambulance in the picture was not there to be repaired, but rather, to be sold. who holds the top job in our health system again? yah, her. she should see this picture!

somewhere out there, there ought to be a police van for sale. yes?

-S.

if i were at least 50% of ANC...

...i would vote against our president of the state taking on i term yesithathu in office. let there be change. let some one else assume responsibility. let's speak about something else rather than the usual segregatory camps that are apparent (or not). let it be whomever but the current top man. male. female. it don't matter. i wish i could be louder than this.

MUCH LOUDER!

-S.

i am not gay, but...

today i came across this gentleman who just blew me away. i met him in the lift. youngish. he carried himself professionally as we conversed about nothing while the lift was travelling from floor 22 to LG. his cologne was distinctive. and his choice of fabric was delicate, yet strong. i felt funny after that encounter. i was like "huh?!?" if i were a girl, i'm almost certain that i would have made that lift stop. and squeeze him in the corner for a bit of bump bump bump... just for about 2.7 minutes*. he he he!

-S.

* i dunno how this time relates the a male's or female's orgasm.

this facebook thing...

is truly a waste of [my] time. i cannot figure out the system. i dunno, i just feel so disoriented when i have logged in, i cannot find my wall, my funwall, sometimes my friends, the people that i have requested to add to my list of friends, the list goes on. so, right now i am saying "screw it! i ain't gonna spend more time on the system. yah!"

on the other hand, i hear that the facebook south african network is so deep that some of the political parties (read: the ANC and its friends) has it in their strategy to campaign for the next election even on facebook. tight, i wanna see JZ's profile. and his funwall. he he he!!!

-S.

i love you, but you are arguably the most challenging thing that has ever happened to me...

i feel like a girl.

i have exposed myself wholly and now i feel so bare and vulnerable and ... and i am finding myself in this stupid emotional rollercoaster and ... and i know that my feelings towards her are at their meanest depth but fuck, why has things turned out this way vele? why am i so unstable? why am i feeling like this? why am i even asking these questions? why? why? fuckin' why? sometimes i wish that i could just erase all the bits and patches in my memory that lead me into feeling this way. sometimes i wish that my DNA could have been encoded somewhat differently. sometimes i just wish that i cared less than i actually do. sometimes i wish that i was not this jealous. am i jealous or do i just care too much? either way, fuck it!

i hate me when me is like this.

-S.

me, i do not fall asleep...

social networking and general Web browsing is addictive. unlike some people who fall asleep while trying to get their way around the Internet, i struggle to let go of the damn laptop, put it on hibernate and dos (sleep). i find myself doing so many things (arb things at that) and forgetting to do others, which sometimes i remember to do when i wake up to go drink water in the middle of my sleep. then i would continue where i left off. such crap.

this was one of those random posts. all hail to randomness...

-S.

"you're an idiot sometimes you know that?"

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id·i·ot [id-ee-uht] –noun
1. an utterly foolish or senseless person.
2. Psychology. a person of the lowest order in a former classification of mental retardation, having a mental age
---

call me an idiot, but not to my face. and make sure that i do not find out. period. for if i do, shit, i will not be happy about it. probably forever. as it stands, i remember all the people (2) that have, in my lifetime, called me (either to my face, or i found out) some variation of idiot. it really, truly hurts. especially since i cannot, in both instances, substantiate they calling me what they called me. and worse of all, recovery is never really 100%. with me at least. sometimes i hate the fact that i can dwell on certain issues forever. perhaps i should work on that. but i can't see me working through being called idiot. i don't know how to... i can forgive yes, but forgetting is a long shot.

-idiot.

kunzima emhlabeni

empeleni, isihloko salombhalo asixhumani nesizathu sokuthi ngibhale lesis'qeshana. sekunesikhathi nokho ngagcina ukubhala indatshana ngolimi lwasekhaya, uma ngikhumbula kahle, sekuphele iminyaka cishe emihlanu yonke, kanti futhi kuyabonakala ukuthi ngisho noma ngisakwazi ukuhlanganisa umusho ophelele ngolwasekhaya, uhlanganiseka ngobukhulu ubunzima. engabe iyozala nkomoni ezizukulwaneni eziyolandela thina uma sekuza emkhakheni wezamasiko nobuntu? ngike ngezwa abanye abafokazi bedingida lona loludaba lwamasiko nezilimi, besho bethi nabo abacabangi ukuthi emuva kweminyaka engamashumi amabili kusukela manje, izilimi zethu ziyobe zisamsulwa kuhle kwasemandulo.

ngale kwalokho, kubalulekile bakwethu ukuthi sizame ngazo zonke izindlela ukungakhohlwa imvelaphi yethu ngoba phela yithi thina sizukulwane samanje esinomthelela owedlulele ekutheni izizukulwane eziyosilandela zibe nolwazi kanye nentshisakalo yokwazi kabanzi ngemvelaphi yabo.

okwamanje, ngiyema lapha.

-S.

dear Souper Sandwich...

it's been a while since you and me met. i long for that reunion. you were the best thing in my life for so long in the past. you had figured me out. not many people are good with that. some tried taking your place. the weird stuff at McHarry's, the Chinese delicacies and even the wors rolls and chicken burgers along Jammie stairs tried to pull a fast one on you. but no, you were too strong for them. without even trying. i liked it a lot sticky. with extra cheese. even with my eyes closed. you totally rocked! i'm sure you still do. how i miss you. how i long for you. one day. one day you and i will be reunited.

-S.

1 round of sex = ? km

yah, it is now a known secret that i have started "jogging" with the aim of shedding some of those unwanted kilos and look slimmer, just as my mother would want me to look. she says that it ain't kosher being way above your bmi especially in ones workplace because one is then perceived to be lazy, blah blah...

that ain't the point of this post however. jogging ain't fun. for now at least. so after my first few runs, i began thinking..., if one were to replace jogging with sex, how many rounds of sex would make a kilometer of jogging? maybe some being has already done this research and put the results out there, but i was just too lazy to look.

it could really be interesting... i'm thinking "honey, today i want to hit 4 kilometers!" or Doctor: it is imperative that you jog at least 2 kilometers a day, to help with that cholesterol problem..."

so, 1 round of sex = ? kilometers?

-S.

[aside] i have been trying to control my eating habits. especially eating after 7 in the evening. ;)

wish that you were mine

for a long time now, i have been listening to The Manhattans' last album (methinks) --- "The Manhattans Live in South Africa." it totally rocks! that's the kind of music people, including George W. and bra Bob, should be listening to. from month to month, i have had a favourite song. this time around, wish that you were mine takes the trophy! awesome stuff! here be the lyrics:

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Baby, could we have the same table we had yesterday

Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh

Here we are again
Sipping our drinks just like friends
I wonder if they see the sparkle in your eyes
I wonder if they know that I'm not your guy, mmm, hmm

I wonder if they see
That you don't belong tome
Wish that you could be mine
Mine, all mine, mmm…mmm…

It'll be hard for him to understand
I am his friend and he is your man
I wonder what my lady would say
If she knew I met you everyday, mmm, hmm

Sooner or later
Don't you know they're gonna find out and they'll hate us
Oh, I wish that you could be mine
Mine, all mine, mmm…

It's 2 a.m., the place is gonna close
The bartender looks as though he knows
Everybody's, everybody's made it home
Here we sit again all alone, mmm, hmm

I've got to get up at 8
Don't you know I've got to explain why I'm so late, mmm…
I wish I didn't have to go home
Whoa…oh…whoa…oh…oh…go home

I wish that you were mine, baby
Oh, I'd give you the world
And every little thing your heart desires
--

-S.

take your sms and shove it!

yah, i am sick and tired of them people that send text messages that require a response. first of all, i am not a sms fan. texting is just too tedious and expensive (on my mobile package, i pay R0.75 per text the whole day). i prefer calling.

so, if you know me and you are thinking of asking for something from me, call me. if you send an sms, forget you will ever get an answer. even if you are special. why must i pay for something that YOU want? that is how i feel and i am not sorry for the way i feel.

-S.

...the bag

sorry, there is nothing inside the bag. nothing. nada. so, what do i put inside? wait, why would i want to put something inside?

anyway, yah. i have been searching for a questionnaire. a particular questionnaire. in this bag. it's not there. obviously because the bag is empty. so can someone out there put something in this empty bag of mine? i dunno, a clue of sort? oh right, the questionnaire! is there a questionnaire that one can utilise as a deterministic method to establish whether a relationship* is (should be) over? you know, those strongly agree - agree - strongly disagree type of questionnaires?

i'm still on course. i'm out.

-S.

* a friend is looking for this btw...

pick me! pick me!

i have not updated this in a while. and it seems that each time i put something here, it starts with more or less the same line. this must really stop. currently i am on course, a refresher course really, which teaches me about stuff that i ought to have learned in varsity. nice stuff. a real breather from the work environment. [i write this post during class! sshhhh!]

i got an interesting call today. this lady was, long ago, involved with getting me some study funds from the company which i now work for. since grade 10 if i correctly recall. she has now asked if it is possible that i become a 'helper' of some of the students which are in high school through a similar program to that i underwent. these students are from a not so advantaged background and are struggling away on various aspects of their daily lives at some predominantly white 'model c' (is this term still used?) school somewhere in Bedfordview. now these aspects range from social issues to academic issues and all the inbetweens. i am looking forward to this challenge. i hope i can find a way to somehow help them through. i know from experience that it is not nice to be in an environment where you seem to not 'fit-in'. i thank her for giving me this opportunity.

right, lemme get back to the course...

-S.

the cat, the bag and the bit in-between

i have been dormant, yet again, for over a month. *sigh*. that is rather disturbing. too disturbing in fact. i blame it on the corporate Internet policies that are just too, too tight to allow us some time of our own. ok fine, it’s their time, but can’t it be stolen for just a few hours (this should really be minutes) in a day?

anyway, why did i start this post? it certainly has nothing to do with a cat. or a bag. maybe the in-between perhaps. but i doubt it. maybe liking cats. hmmm…? while on the subject of cats, big ups to the two cats that spring to mind. (Dr) Al, finishing a pea eish (usually called a PhD) ain’t a joke yho! i hope all goes well with the external examination process and everything else that will lead to you wearing that red number! ok, red gown. you are cat number one. cat number two. the way this one has guts, he probably has less lives than the nine that he originally began with. he has travelled the world (and its seven seas perhaps) over and over and is now on a special mission to enrol on one of the top-notch business schools in the universe. mind you, it’s not just as simple as filling in an application form and viola, you are in. you have to believe. spend (time, money and much more). oh, you must also have the courage as well as all the other nitty-gritties that go along with it. dude, keep on rocking yeah! most people, me especially, are inspired. by the both of ya’ll.

now, moving along to white socks. i will not say much on that topic. a picture says a thousand words.

Phathu, i took this way before your post. i thought it looked dodge. thanks for confirming that it does.

and finally, congratulations to the new additions on my “Other Blogs” section. it be a great privilege for me to have you in my blog (and vice versa. or is it just vice versa?).

aha, so this post eventually turned out to be about cats after all. and the in-betweens. where’s the bag? where the hell is the darn bag !?!

-S.

CAPM [an introduction]

to all of you out there, i just thought i should let you know that i have registered to sit the GMAT test. i will not reveal the date. sorry. me no tell. the next obstacle is now the CAPM (Certified Associate in Project Management). this credential is offered by the PMI (Project Management Institute) and it's a trimmed down version of the PMP (Project Management Professional) offered by the same institute. these credentials are highly regarded in various management arenas internationally, thus the reason why i am jumping onto this bandwagon. enough marketing for the PMI.

in the next couple of months, i shall share with you the ups and downs as i will be preparing for this exam. i have started preparations but they are not 100% in motion. i have drawn inspiration from two or three individuals within my ranks who have either obtained the CAPM credential or are almost there. thanks guys, ya'll rock! i shall keep picking your brains for a couple of months to come.

avenues such as PMStudy, PMCampus and PMHub i have already started exploring. if you know of any other useful resources out there, feel free to inform me. plus, you are also welcome to wish me luck and give support (cash, food, time, kind, all are welcome) for the next few months.

-S.

GMAT and other tales

no, it is not getting my ass tormented, although some may argue that it comes pretty close. so me and Phathu started studying for this thing at more or less the same time. he wrote it. i did not. simply put, i was not ready for the test. numerous reasons. i gave myself until the end of April to write it. the end of April is thus upon me. am i ready to write you ask? yes. i have studied enough to be able to write it . the only glitch here is that i have not booked to sit the test. again, numerous reasons. one of these reasons is probably being scared. what if i write it and i am not happy with the score at the end? i could write again yes, but i only want to write it once and once only. i don't want multiple attempts appearing on my record. tales...

but because i am not a quitter, i will brave myself and book for this darn test. i just need a sign, even a faint one, telling me that its okay to go ahead and try it (i hope my ancestors are reading this).

otherwise, second half.

-S.