About a Blog: I might be a "blogger", but I'm definitely not YOUR kind of blogger

If you drop the word "blog" in a conversation, 1 of 3 things happen. Either, people will ask, "Oh, really? What do you blog about?" Or the person will inwardly roll their eyes, smile, pause and snarkily say "Oh, you also do that?" OR your grandmother will say, "That's nice dear, more meringue?"

To me, blogging started as a hobby for an intern with very little responsibility and it's become part of what I enjoy, every now and then, when I don't have a pressing deadline (which I actually do have, but obviously am avoiding), or someone does something worthy of a good rant (Stay tuned for Shit-Shieda-Says... Sorry mom! Your name fits in that alliteration!) Writing has always been one of my passions. I loved how with a few simple words and stories I could entertain people of all ages, and most of all, make them laugh.

I never wanted to be an ordinary author, or a run-of-the-mill journalist, or anything that anybody else was, and that's pretty much what I've achieved through this blog. It's just me and my daily trysts with love, life and everything in between. So you won't see any tutorials, overly exaggerated poses in clothing that is "so last year" anyway, or a desperate attempt at getting free things, although if anyone at Jaguar reads this... I have space for a xfrs in my garage, electric blue if you will...

In this digital age people are bombarded with information at every single turn. I'm not "hating on", "dissing" or whatever the pc-term is these days, or disrespecting other blogs, I'm just saying: don't lose your identity trying to be something or someone you're not, you're worth so much more than that! Also, stop being boring, stop being afraid to say what's actually on your mind and stop being afraid of being REAL.

Also, listen to Sam Smith... he sings what I feel... Well, today anyway...

This Is How My Thoughts Went Today... Yes, I think in Pictures

 

 

Football Friday: "MISTER! For the Love of God!" (& Football)

It was on the 21st of July 2012 that it finally dawned on me that I had a problem. I was standing at the gates to Cape Town Stadium when the well-meaning, but overly eager marshal said that my ticket was invalid because it wasn't scanning properly. Do I look like the type to buy on the Blackmarket? So of course, my inner Hulk (The Green one, not the Brazilian one) emerged and I threatened to do all kinds of violent things to his face. Let's just say I went full football hooligan on his ass. :/ And then I heard the kick-off to Manchester United vs Ajax Cape Town... and all hell broke loose. I don't know who was more afraid, the dozens of full grown men around me or the poor marshal. Eventually after much huffing and puffing I was allowed inside, no thanks to Tavia & Staci's giggles and re-enactments of my dramatics. But it was on that day that I truly felt the passion of loving and wanting something so bad that you'd be prepared to fight for it.

Cantona, Keane, Giggs, Scholes & Neville, these were names I learnt well before Mel C, Mel B, Gerry, Emma & Victoria... It wasn't that I outwardly rejected the conforms of being a little girl, it was just that I loved the game of football much more than any other forms of entertainment. Some of my earliest memories are sitting on our couch with my gran screaming and shouting obscenities at the TV. I was hooked. And it was exciting.

Which is not what this year's opening ceremony was. It was ok, at the most. Probably because we expected so much more from a country that became famous for over the top and extravagantly amazing carnivals. Even the German exchange student said in his ever dry, obvious voice: "This is shit". (And Pitbull's pants wasn't even on the stage yet.)

It was Nelson Mandela's speech at the inaugural Laureus World Sport Awards in 2000 that got the world to take note of the power of sport. He said: “Sport has the power to change the world. It has the power to inspire. It has the power to unite people in a way that little else does. It speaks to youth in a language they understand. Sport can create hope, where once there was only despair. It is more powerful than governments in breaking down racial barriers. It laughs in the face of all types of discrimination.”

Other Little Titbits Football Related:

1) Fabregas is dead to me.

2) Somebody should've taken Pitbull's measurements, that pants was offensively disgusting. He looked like a Mexican Miami Drug Lord smuggling premature puppies over the border.

3) How hot was JLo though? (and that other popstar woman with the legs)

4) How overrated is this guy?

 
For the next month I advise all non-football fans to go into hibernation. Mandela would not approve of your negative attitude.

Things We Accidentally Teach Our Boyfriends

The other day I was standing at my friend Wendy's desk having our weekly "Water-cooler Gossip / Catch-Up Session" when I told her about a message I'd just received and her reaction was, "oh my word, my husband too!" and voila, this post was born...

When you spend copious amounts of time with someone, naturally, you begin to mimic actions, behaviours & habits, sometimes to the point where a gay guy will use this as his "in", "O.M.G. you guys look like brother & sister". Just, No.

But when I got back to my desk after my 17mins of giggling & eye-rolling with Wendy, it got me thinking, just how much do we end up imparting with our significant other, "accidentally"?

1) How to be an expert sleuth...
I used to think I could give Veronica Mars a run for her money with my abilities, that was until I received the first screen-shots. Haha.

2) How to make the perfect cup of tea (& also a sandwich that is not disgusting)
I'm a very picky eater and drinker for that matter, so finding someone that knows the right water to milk ratio is absolutely awesome :)

3) How to tell the difference between tan & brown...
Yes, THOSE boots are the ones I love, while the brown ones "will do".

4) The perfect "yes I really do approve of your outfit" smile.
Even though he sat for 3 missions of Call Of Duty while you tried them all out only to take the first thing that fell out your wardrobe.

5) The "you're not going out in THAT?" frown with raised eyebrow...
Or the "aren't you glad I won't let you leave the house looking like THAT woman? Her husband obviously doesn't care about her".

6) How to do something without needing the approving, well-done pat on the back.
Sometimes it's nice when the dishes get dried without having to ask :)

7) The pillows might be straight, but they'll never be "Tarryn-OCD-straight", just let Tarryn make up the bed rather. 10 points for being cute & trying though.

8) It's not only chocolate & alcohol that placates me... nachos & guacamole has the same effect.
And knowing at which moments to get them :)

9) Some girlie movies & series has merit!
"You go Glen Coco!"

10) The little things that they think mean absolutely nothing but we think they actually do know the meaning of deep down inside, but really they don't. :)

REVIEW: X-Men - Days Of Future Past

 

I remember when I was younger the only thing I wanted to do was eat chicken wings & watch cartoons at my gran's house. Not only did she look after me, but she taught me everything I know about Manchester United, Lemon Meringue & Steven Seagal, all things entertainment of course. All I remember about those days before I started school, was the wafting smells of Robertson's Chicken Spice and the theme music to Animaniacs, Biker Mice From Mars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & X-Men... But this X-Men...

 

To see childhood heroes come "back to life" on the big screen is a nostalgic feeling I really enjoy. And especially, when it's done right! (Or has Hugh Jackman topless 89.5% of the time.) In recent years Marvel has really upped their game, with the development of their Cinematic Universe they have really pushed the limits of what entertainment has to offer, a whole new world for the imagination.

I won't delve too deeply into the movie and ruin it with spoilers for my friends who still need to see it, but be aware: this movie is great... ok, amazing... Mmm... Marvelous... No pun intended!

In this installment The X-Men send Wolverine to the past in a desperate effort to change history and prevent an event that results in doom for both humans and mutants.

 

The film moves along at a steady pace incorporating cast from all previous movies and managing to tell a story with very little actual story-line. As ever make sure to stay till after the credits have rolled :) and don't bother with 3-D , it's brilliant, but save it for Transformers...