Shadiness and Sexiness - Seductress and Temptress!

AIDS DAY IN DURBAN BOTANIC GARDENS 2008

2011-10-25T11:29:00.000+02:00

It was my first year working and SANBI organised for their annual AIDS Day to be a walk in the Bot Gardens - I didnt know they were so huge!!

Truly Hard Being a Woman

2011-10-11T15:39:00.001+02:00

If its not periods it labour pains. If its not PMS its pregnancy. If he aint cheatin, he lyin. If he aint good-fo-nothin, the he's gay. If it aint yo mama its his mama. If it aint an ex, its d "other" woman, or even worse: baby mama drama. If it aint yo boss, its yo colleagues. If it aint yo enemies, its yo so-called friends. If it aint yo neighbours, then its yo own family. If it aint yo acquiantances then its yo curch peepz gossipin.

Catchin up

2011-10-03T16:04:00.001+02:00

So............it's the 3rd of October 2011. Still pretty much in disbelief. There's so much that has happened since the 15th of last month.
It's been a wild ride. Happy to say I'm still happy. Things have just happened in a fashion that i cannot ascribe to anything else but grand design. Amazing how the Lord TRULY DOES work in amazing ways. We are so quick to complain and demand more, never patient or appreciative that it might be for our own good.
Not everything is as I want it to be YET in terms of the other aspects of my life but I just want to express my thanks to the Lord that this aspect that I turned over to Him, He truly has taken care of, and in a most spectacular fashion. In a way He knows suits me better than fine.
It is not from a place of sick pride or disgusting boasting that I write this, but from a place of quiet contentment and simple happiness in the Lord’s provision. And to hopefully maybe inspire those that have given up on life or certain aspects of Life to just know that the Lord has His own plans, and we truly just need to wait on Him. You put in the prayer and the required effort, yes, but everything in His own time.
I’d love to hear what u are going through, either through FB comments, FB inbox or this blog and just connect through prayer. Pray for release from bondage, pray for faith, pray for health….together.
I love you all

Top Ten Signs That You Are An Unquestioning Christian

2011-10-03T16:01:00.000+02:00

Top Ten Signs That You Are An Unquestioning Christian:

10- You vigorously deny the existence of some 2800 gods mankind has invented thus far, but feel outraged or offended when someone denies the existence of your god.

9- You feel insulted and ‘dehumanized’ when scientists say that people evolved from lesser life forms, but you have no problem with the Biblical claim that we were created from dirt.

8- You laugh at polytheists, but you have no problem believing in a Trinity god.

7- Your face turns purple when you hear of the ‘atrocities’ attributed to Allah, but you don’t even flinch when hearing about how God/Jehovah slaughtered all the babies of Egypt in ‘Exodus’ and ordered the
elimination of entire ethnic groups in ‘Joshua’—including women, children, and animals!

6- You laugh at Hindu beliefs that deify humans, and Greek claims about god sleeping with women, but you have no problem believing that the Holy Spirit impregnated Mary, who then gave birth to a man-god who
got killed, came back to life and then departed on cloud.

5- You are willing to spend your life looking for little loop-holes in the scientifically established age of the Earth (4.55 billion years), but you find nothing wrong with believing dates recorded by bronze aged tribesmen sitting in their tents and guessing that the Earth is a couple of generations old!

4- You believe that the entire population of this planet will with the exception of those who share your beliefs—though excluding those in all rival sects—will spend Eternity in an infinite Hell of Suffering. And yet you consider your religion the most ‘tolerant’ and ‘loving’.

3- While modern science, history, geology, biology, and physics have failed to convince you otherwise, some hypnotised worshipper rolling around on the floor, speaking in ‘tongues,’ may be all the evidence you need.

2- You define zero or 0.0001% as a “high success rate” when it comes to answered prayers. You consider that to be evidence that prayer works. And you think that the remaining 99.99% FAILURE was simply the will of God.

1- You actually know a lot less than many Atheists and Agnostics do about the Bible, Christianity, and church history—but still call yourself a “Christian”

link:http://www.news24.com/SouthAfrica/News/Countdown-on-track-for-Worlds-end-20111002

Heritage Day 2011

2011-09-24T19:51:00.000+02:00

Baby made it special - so tht we dnt get left behind with sll families across SA doin it. :)

Braai back in June/July 2011

2011-09-24T19:44:00.000+02:00

sduduzo mbhele, myself nd nondumiso buthelezi in attendance. Beef. Skewered veggies. Veg curry. Veg stirfry. Veg salad ( beans atchaar nd mayo)
Yes I looooooove veggies

MY Heritage (pics from arnd June though)

2011-09-24T19:28:00.000+02:00

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What Work Has Taught Me

2011-09-15T01:10:00.000+02:00

When ur always willing to bend over backwards to accommodate and/or help others, chances theuy would rather lie flat on their tummies than help you.

Some are so paranoid in the belief that everyone is out to get them, that even before u can even finish a compliment, they've already shot u down with a negative one.

If you show any initiative/indiv thinking/outstanding performance, ur the enemy.

Ppl steal. Ppl cheat. Ppl lie. Ppl betray u. Ppl scheme. Ruthlessly so. Just to impress the boss.

If you show no sign of weakening from all this abuse, they will continue till u do or u might lose your life.

If you have no intentions of kissing ass, you might soon be out of a job.

Some people's job is to gossip. They are usually best at kissing ass too.

Ppl don't like it when u steal their thunder. It dsnt matter that they aren't doing anythimg. You just mustnt b seen to show them up.

Work stress can end relationships. Alter mindstates. Make u feel suicidal or murderous. Put ppl on medication. Others on d oprating table. So manage nd spend mor tym doing stuff tht really matters

Ray's Pearls of Wisdom

2011-09-14T21:47:00.000+02:00

(you can find more of Ray's wise word under the MyNotes section of my FB profile...Enjoy)

Don't you just love the word: e x p e c t a t i o n… lol

Expectations are like "risk and return portfolios." You can expect things (i.e return on investment) but unless you make some kind of effort to protect your expectations from disappointment, expectations do not protect themselves from harm - we do. I suppose based on the value that we place on the love we have for each other we more or less work towards protecting our love interests from harm.

Even though we are sometimes forced to let temptations, daily stresses and other forces interact with the people we love, we allow them out of our sight — in full hopes that they will make the correct decisions based on the value they place on us and that if they need us we are there for them to comfort and love them the best way we know how. So based on our beliefs, we more or less EXPECT the people we love to face problems with us in mind under the pretext that they are no longer alone, but that they have our full support. On the bigger note_

I think relationships require more than just emotional, financial, social, spiritual and or social intelligence to survive, but I really believe that the circumstances that surround a relationship are more important than what we believe, because circumstances are the unforeseen icebergs that look tiny at the top but are huge boulders under the surface of the water and they tend to sink our relationships because we were never prepared for their magnitude.

Unfortunately the truth about relationships is that we seldom inquire below the surface of the things we like because we either don't know what we're looking for, or are too scared to do so for fear that the opportunity of love will pass us by. I mean how many people demand a condoms or HIV tests before entering sexual relationships with the people they choose to interact with. The tip of the iceberg looks small on the surface, but what can you say to someone whose expectations are that they are safe. Call it stupid but many people calculate the risk factor of entering relationships as the fun part love, although love isn't sex and it isn't 8 orgasms in a row.

So while the only thing we know is that we want to be loved, we are so often ill-equipped for the challenges that arise from our own social, traditional and other differences as men and women. Society, the cost of living, sickness and death, children, hormones, friends etc etc _ they all directly affect our expectations because when problems come knocking, most us say - I don't deserve this.

Women walk out on men who can no longer provide security because they lost their jobs and men walk out on women who can't keep up to (or let alone know about) their sexual cravings or fantasies. Ouch!

Expectations aren't evil though, we just need to plan to protect them, like how we would if we were investing money

My Soul is Full of Praise

2011-09-14T18:00:00.000+02:00

I can't give up now! Lord u hv bigger nd better plans than all this that I'm going through now. And I accept there are lessons to learn. I accept it all. I throw my wretched soul at your feet. Over and over you protect and provide. Over and over I sin and you forgive. Whatever mishaps come my you always comfort me. And thank you Lord that though my true happiness is derived from helping others, I do have the capacity to make it on my own. All I need is you and all is taken care of. I thank you for family. For spiritual friends. For provision. For protection. For abundance, at times. For health. For happiness. My soul just has this yearning to praise you.
And for those that are wondering nothing 'much' happened. The beauty of a rainy morning nd overcast but green day that He gave me just incited me to shout praises for all He has and continues to do

more confused

2011-09-13T19:29:00.000+02:00

The more ppl say I shd do this, the more terrified I bcome.
It has bn four yrs. If I felt nything, shdnt t hv come to the surface by nw?
R my feelings borne out of guilt cz of this length of the tym tht this soul hs bn knockin at d door to my heart?

I do not wanna throw all caution to the wind nd jump in. That's what gets ppl hurt.
At the same time its not like I'm about to walk down the aisle with another.

I feel I should give it a go. But I'm tired of sad heartbreak songs nd poetry. I'd rather write nd sing about being lonely

Torn between Heart nd mind. Feelings nd sense. Wishes nd reality

2011-09-13T14:31:00.000+02:00

All sense says NO!
When ... draws near, my mind screams HELL NO!!!!
When I push ... away, my body says OH COME BACK!!
In close proximity ... is dangerous
Those eyes are just d work of d devil
They captivate me n I find myself at the brink of giving in
But HELL NO R U CRAZY, screams my intellect.
I get room to breathe, compose myself and bolt outta there.
For all these years runnin after me
Is it time I just give in?
But isn't it not fair that I don't feel as intensely as ... does
When i think of ... I laugh at my self fo even doin so
... has the ability to draw me in but then the inconsistency is infuriating.
How do I give of myself when I'm so sure I'm gonna regret this?

Next time, tell it to my Face!!

2011-09-11T20:31:00.001+02:00

Q ON QOOHME:
U not that girl u think u are, u only think u are the most powerful $ beautiful women. Let me tell u that u need 2 respect others as they respect u don't think u smell better than fisies (kark)

MY RESPONSE:
How many tymz do u go to d loo each day?
Were u sittin on one as u typed this? (Hence yo inspiration)
But still u can't spell shit in TWO languages. Go back to school n educate yourself!!
While on d topic: educate yourself on perception and reality - NB: What you think of me is sooooo NOT my reality!!
Last I checked I was Precious Sanelisiwe Miya. I love me, with all my imperfections, to try nd b smbdy else. Nd yes I'm beautiful regardless of what u may think. I've never bothered with comparing myself to others. I'm secure in who I am.

And if u had any self-respect: u would have rather inboxed me. Spoken constructively abt whatever bugged u nd avoided all this.

Nd yes I have power. Over me. Over my choices. Nd maybe that's your problem. That I ddnt choose u. That u can't control or hv me. And as for hvng most power - ur on yo own there - not only do I not crave it, many who wield it can't use it effectively.

Eg: u think u hv power in your anonymity, in yo negative words. Truth is uv gvn me the power to show for the foolish, self-conscious coward that YOU are.

Hypocrite

2011-09-08T16:44:00.000+02:00

Hypocrite: in the dictionary u will find a pic of a woman repulsed to the nth degree by the very idea of tampons yet she sleeps with men whose penises are x4-->6 the width of a Mini tampon nd a gazillion tyms as long. Worse - she's managed to gv birth naturally. If yo fear is health-related (i.e. - TSS, etc), or u just dnt like them I fully understand, bt sayin its sore nd how will it fit kube uThemba u'fita' everytym: REALLY NOW

I'm not here to please anyone....

2011-09-06T18:41:00.000+02:00

"I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the riducule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence" - Fredrick Douglas.

"I believe in human beings, and that all human beings should be respected as such, regardless of their color" - Malcolm Little

"No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck" - Fredrick Douglas.

Bathroom mysteries

2011-09-05T13:42:00.000+02:00

Below is a story I asked my friend (B.S.) to submit after she called absolutely besides herself with excitement. The boy was meant to be a rebounnd but ended up being more. She couldn't stay away. And then on some random afternoon, the following transpired..............

Tuesday August 30th
Location Port Elizabeth
We all have stories about kinky encounters that we have had in places we never imagined we would be, we find ourselves ema clubini ema toilet, the beloved shower, the swimming pool, kitchen aybo you name it its do-able. Well this is 1 encounter I will never forget sex with my boyfriend in the bathroom. Now I’m not talking about any kinda sex I’m talking about the kind that leaves your man grasping for air. I am not an experimenter but situation needed us to improvise cabanga nje the whole house is home ngisho u rumza awu cha bekusbhedela ngempela no alone time nix let alone time to get jiggy with it….but it happened lol.
So we’re sitting e lounge just cuddling nje sidlala I nice time kunmandi kunjeya passionately kissing with an odd pause now and then to hear who has left the room lol I tell you I felt like a school kid entshontsha ushukela in this case amakinathi lol so 15 minutes into the make out session my man who is as horny as ever coz u knw mos I had to lay down the law lol njeee careless being spontaneous I take his jacket off mind you we are still in the lounge who ever had walked in would’ve been blind or scarred for life or be spontaneous and join us shaye I 3 sum 1 time hahahahahaha get your mind outter the gutter we are not there… yet
So anywho after a hot steamy make out session my boyfriend giggles and asks to stop teasing him ngoba he knows ngeke ngimsize me being me I giggle and say you are not sure ungangibuzi where my mind was at coz rumza is in the room( never realised I hate sharing til that steamy moment) sooo after playing hard to get he takes my hand and leads me out the room shocked and curious I follow and BAAAAM sise bathroom(wow-ee) , now im the least kinky person I know so of course im reluctant but passion beats reluctance hands down so we’re in the bathroom door locked and before I knew it we had no recollection of ever wearing any pants magically they had disappeared but I wasn’t complaining its either you go wild or go home and I was home so being wild was my only option. After mad passionate love and yours truly being the leader it’s safe to say that our bath tub will never be the same again next stop laundry room lol juuust kidding( no im not). Watch out world a beast has been unleashed who knows what mysteries will be unleashed next.
Until next time xoxo
B

This year has been full of goodbyes.

2011-09-01T15:26:00.000+02:00

At the beginning of this year I lost a colleague and gained an even stronger bond with my soul sister Barbie. This woman has had to literally fish me out of the dark at times. Things haven’t necessarily been peachy in both our lives but we make do I guess, and sometimes even thrive. We mirror each other in the weirdest and sometimes, in the most beautiful ways as well. I’m happy that when I falter you are there to guide me. I’m very grateful now that I said goodbye to that colleague, though at the time I was breakin thinking I’m losing a friend. She had no lifeline, no back-up plan, nothing. But she left. The money wasn’t worth her soul. I’ll never forget those words. Non-judgmental, warm, breezy and as laid-back as the Autumn afternoons that birthed us: Barbie I’m glad to call you family.

Not so long after that was V. Quiet sophistication. I’ve known this lady since varsity. Did the same modules. Even ended up as research partners (which we did very well on, if I might add). Did our internships at the same place holding the same positions till we got different jobs in the same place again. Oh dear! stuck at the hip we truly were! We were not without our own misunderstandings. Guess one can now more wisely put that down to work pressure and manipulation from higher authorities. I watched her glow at her wedding with a tear in my eye and such pride and adoration in my heart. I watched her try and bear with an ever-present smile, the hardships we have ALL faced at work together. It got too much. She left. We wept. Only to find she has a serious illness and work added to that. I almost lost a friend.

Chantal and Vusi had left too. My crazy nuts. Also knew Chantal since Varsity She’s the first person who took me to the Blue Lagoon (or Lugs, as its affectionately called by its frequenters). A shell and a half, she truly brought life and funny drama to each day. Never a dull day with her around. Vusi the sweet one, ever ready with a smile and an unbelievable funny story and a crazy laugh. I miss you all. Sad how when you left, you couldn’t wait to go – Mistreated, abused and never appreciated, yet again.

It’s been a long time coming but today it is confirmed, with or without a new job, Carol leaves. Letter of resignation served. I say goodbye to a woman who has been my pillar of strength almost on a daily basis. One would literally run to the other in tears over anything and we would both end up crying, though one is meant to comfort the other. We’ve been swearing to leave ever since the Ice Age. We always needed to have secured another better paying job. Things got so bad, that didn’t even matter anymore. I recall random hugs given and taken, sometimes cause she wants be warm, and at other times she’d say: “Aaah..anything to feel boobs on my chest”! How we’d laugh before the other finishes a joke coz we’re both nuts. How we both looooove Woolworths cashew nuts. How she was the Timon to my Pumba though she could eat more than me. How we would daydream about Storm at work when we have exhausted all novelty of brand new ways of killing/torturing our respective bosses. I remember laughing so hard I burnt my forehead having dipped my one dread into her coffee and she drank it cause “Nescafe is too expensive to throw down the drain”. I recall meeting her husband and two boys and yes, the whole family is crazy but not like her. Her warmth, her smile, her willingness to help always, fierce love for her kids, her blondeness and outright madness make her who she is and I love her so.

I have to say that I almost lost her too. And also, because of work. My friends are on medication just so they can cope. All this because we work with people who are impossible at the best of times, and down-right pure evil, the rest of the time. How is this right? How is it allowed to carry on?

I lost my relationship
I lost a huge part of my salary
I lost my health
I lost my edge
I lost my ambition
I even lost my passion
I lost my will to live
Almost lost my creativity
Even lost my faith in God
Maybe even lost me

I do not know why, but it is only dawning on me now as I write this, that this has been a classic textbook case of abuse but we still got caught up in it. Abused and mistreated in return for money. Cannot leave at first because you feel loyal to the source of money. You notice problem areas and you try and raise these issues but are never given the attention or response required. You hear about (or even direct from) the “exes” and how they were victimized and abused, yet you still stay. Resentment starts to build up and you look for other potentials, swearing to leave as soon as you find them yet you continue to stay and continue being abused. Now you simply “put up’ with the behavior for the money. Until one day, you wake up and realize, the money has never been worth your dignity and, most importantly, you health.

Sane, when do you leave this cycle of abuse? Will you walk out with your head held high or looking up from a coffin? How much more will you lose before you say it is enough?

Paraprosdokian

2011-08-05T10:50:00.000+02:00

Here is the definition: "Figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation." "Where there's a will, I want to be in it" is a type of paraprosdokian.Okay so now enjoy!
1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on my list.3. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
4. If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong.
5. We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.
6. War does not determine who is right - only who is left.
7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
8. Evening news is where they begin with 'Good Evening' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.
9. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
10. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.
11. I thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just wanted paychecks.
12. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says 'In case of emergency, notify ...........:' I put 'DOCTOR.'
13. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
14. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut and still think they are sexy.
15. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
16. A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory.
17. I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.
18. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice
19. Money can't buy happiness but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
20. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not so sure.
22. You're never too old to learn something stupid.
23. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
24. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
25. Change is inevitable except from a vending machine.
26. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
27. A diplomat is someone who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you look forward to the trip.
28. Hospitality is making your guests feel at home even when you wish they
were.
29. I always take life with a grain of salt, .... plus a slice of lemon and a shot of tequila.
30. The early bird may get the worm but it's the second mouse that gets the cheese.

Nelson Mandela's contested legacy

2011-07-16T06:41:00.001+02:00

(I came across this article today. Read it, yes. But I draw your attention to the comments of "supposed" South Africans)

Western media like to portary him as an icon rather than a radical who used armed struggle in the fight for justice.
Danny Schechter Last Modified: 15 Jul 2011 19:11
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Mandela was so feared by South Africa's apartheid government that his picture could not be shown in the media and his words could not be quoted for 27 years [Reuters]
At 94, Nelson Mandela is still kicking, inspiring an international day of community service on July 18 in his name. This seems to be an idea that Barack Obama borrowed for similar events in the US.

While activists, athletes and entertainers are honouring him by responding to his call for engagement, journalists in the obit departments of the world's news networks are quietly, even secretly, combing their archives for footage and tributes that will air when he moves on to the next world. They are getting ready and seem to think it will happen sooner rather than later.

I have already seen a programme length obituary that a major network has ready to go.

Barring some major disaster at the same time, Mandela's death may receive more visibility than the achievements of his long life.

The question is: which Mandela will be memorialised? Will it be he leader who built a movement and a military organization to fight injustice or a man of inspiration with a great smile who we admire because of the many years he suffered behind bars?

Having spent many years as a network producer, I know that the TV News industry’s instinct is to "humanise" the fallen by focusing on their symbolic importance.

He was a symbol of a commitment to forgiving his enemies and promoting reconciliation, a man who was cut off from his family and, in the end, lost storybook love story with Winnie Mandela after years of painful incarceration.

This approach also involves softening, celebratising and depoliticszing a completely political person who said famously, "the struggle is my life" in the name of presenting someone who anybody can relate to, a big name to admire but not necessarily to learn from or get a balanced picture about. The idea is that Mandela will be likeable if he is like everyone else not that it is his stature as a leader sets him apart.

In the United States civil rights icon Martin Luther King has, in the popular media, been reduced to four words, "I have A Dream," as if that was the sum of his thinking and the extent of his contribution. Ask any school kid about him and you will hear a recycling of those famous four words with no context or background.

Personal and political

In South Africa, Mandela has become a demi-God, he is seen as the man who unilaterally freed the country from apartheid and who virtually walks on water. He is reated more in terms of a heroic myth than as a man who rose to an enormous challenge. He is certainly not a mere politician.

His achievements, or lack of them in office, are not known while the story of how South Africa ended apartheid is reduced to the waving of his magic wand.

Little attention is paid to how he saw himself as an organisational man, a "loyal and disciplined" member of the African National Congress (ANC) and the movements it inspired.

Mandela's political organising helped turn Sputh Africa into a democracy [Reuters]
The accent on TV is always on top-down change by the great and the good, not the bottom-up pressure by freedom fighters at the community level who made the country ungovernable with help from armed fighters in exile, UN resolutions, economic and cultural sanctions, pressure by anti-apartheid militants the world over, and even the might of the Cuban army that defeated the South Africans in Angola.

Media likes to personalise the story but its complexities are rarely linked together or told.

Mandela's own trajectory of contradictions is also not fully appreciated,

He was born to a royal family in a tribal culture and was. in his early years, an apolitical aristrocrat in South African terms who only slowly became a leader of the masses. He moved to the city to become a successful lawyer, who was initially part of an elite, a nationalist, and distrustful of radicals in a non-violent organisation.

He was also known as a lady's man uncertain of his direction.

But events and new friends helped transform him from a captive of the suits to a man of the streets. His law partner, Oliver Tambo, and the mild-mannered ANC colleague Walter Sisulu influenced his thinking. His exposure to the ravages and violence of apartheid on the lives of ordinary Africans radicalised him. He was soon working with communists and people of all races,

As a member of ANC’s Youth League, he questioned the organisation’s conservatism and challenged its mass base by recognising after massacres of his people, that they would have to fight back.

He became the leader of a group within his party committed to armed struggle, and traveled to other African states for military training. He was denounced as a terrorist but was careful to insure that that the bombs his comrades planted did not kill civilians.

In short, he became a guerrilla fighter tthat the South Africans hunted along with the CIA. In fact it was the Americans who tipped the police off on where to capture him. There was no Julian Assange in this days to blow the whistle on their covert surveillance.

This is not a part of his history that corporate media likes to project for fear of what it could encourage. The corporates and foundations that fund his foundation prefer to treat him as an icon that everyone loves, not an agitator that the establishment hated.

Prison years

His years in prison turned him into a non-person. He could not be quoted in South Africa and his picture could not be shown. The South Africans not only incarcerated him in their most remote and brutal dungeon, but they insured that he disappeared from public view.

Despite the isolation, he was not forgotten, organising the men around him into a unit of resistance, and politically educating younger captives in what was called Mandela University. He and his comrades did not let themselves or the growing ranks of their fellow priosners get discouraged. They stressed discipline to combat despair.

Mandela's African Nation Congress (ANC) still governmens South Africa [AFP]
As one former inmate on "The Island" told me, "We became prisoners of hope".

How they did this, how he co-opted and befriended prison guards by speaking their language and finding out about their families, weakened their hostility and violence. He was always strategic. He learned to contain his anger and not succumb to hatred to insure survival.

Sure, he was lonely, but who in prison isn't?

He was so successful that, at one point, one of the prison chiefs asked him, "Mr Mandela, may I have my prison back?"

As he mounted a protracted personal battle, he went inside, often hiding his personal feelings and vulnerabilities. He realised he was a role model and acted the part.

On the outside, his comrades decided to turn him into a poster boy, to project him as the symbol of their struggle. The demand to "free all political prisoners" was replaced with the demand to "Free Mandela". He was an easier to market brand that way, and quickly became the focus of media attention. Soon, there were songs, concerts, TV documentaries and marches.

He became the best-known prisoner in the world.

As the world discovered his courage, South Africa had to take him more seriously. The racist regime was flooded with demands for mandela's release from people worldwide and from all walks of life.

Making history

He was a risk taker--- from his vow that he "was prepared to die"—a strident view his lawyers counseled against--- to his willingness to talk with his enemies even as his personal pre-negotiating initiative bypassed his organization and worried many of its members.

He had guts as well as charm. His stoicism and patience were legendary. He acted thoughtfully and leveraged his visibility to help his comrades who he insisted be released before him. He never lost his political focus.

All of his utterances seemed profound to his growing ranks of followers even if they weren’t.

He went on to make deals with Apartheid leaders, to blast his negotiating partner FW DeKlerk and then embrace him. He helped organise the country's first democratic election and didn't just run in it. All parties were welcome.

He consciously built alliances across racial, political and tribal lines. He made compromises with his own principles in the name of avoiding a bloody civil war or reviving the economy.

He then stepped down after one term, a rarity in Africa, He recognised the scourge of AIDS early on when some his colleagues wouldn't.

This was his genius. It is a story of great passion and perseverance over decades. It's the story behind his "long walk to freedom".

His love life, problems with his wife and his children and grandchildren may pull at our heart strings, but they are not as important as the epic battles he led against injustice and for freedom,

After his death, this fight for freedom that inspired the world and deserves to be told but which story do you think the networks will tell?

Will they present him as victim or victor, as flawed as he sees himself—or as a saint cleaned up and repackaged for mass consumption?

Will they give us the Hollywood one dimensional picture of the soft and endearing gentle giant that turns him into a grandfatherly cuddly bear or the real saga of a liberation leader that won against the odds?

Which narrative will prevail?

News Dissector Danny Schechter produced the globally broadcast TV series South Africa Now and was a director six documentary films about Nelson Mandela. Comments to dissector@mediachannel.org

Andrew Craucamp
6 hours ago
The ANC is now a cesspool of corruption, Mandela turns a blind eye on the rampant corruption within his party. When he dies so will the last scraps of credibility the party clings to. If anyone speaks up about this corruption they are labelled racists if they are white and counter revolutionaries if they are black. It's sad to think that Mandela's legacy will be forever tainted by the party he represented.
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aje
4 hours ago
I think you're wrong. How dare you dishonour this great man? The passing of Mr Mandela will be the biggest loss of this century. Mr Mandela's life struggles are real. Not some hyped up story fed to the masses to achieve certain ends. You seem comfortable with downplaying his life achievement. How would you cope with being imprisoned for a large portion of your life, to bring about change that will improve the life of others? If you can't see that as an honourable sacrifice, then I'm not sure if you are real.
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M.
4 hours ago
Not really, we know what he stood for and thats enough in many peoples eyes. As for his party and the people running it now; well its democracy and the beauty of democracy is the ability to correct its self. So if they continue with corruption; for sure people are not going to vote for ANC just becouse it was Mandela's party. Let Freedom Rain !!!!!!!
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Heklp
4 hours ago
have you even been to south africa or do you just assume all this mandella propaganda at face value?

the apartheid ended over 20 years ago yet the country is still a shathole.

Heklp
4 hours ago
The ANC might have fought "injustice" but when it came to negotiating with the apartheid regime they sandbagged all the other anti-apartheid movements.

Mandella was a a greedy mother f***
*ker and his wife was a sadistic evil twit who sanctioned the murder of children of rivaling black rebels (see necklacing.)

today South Africa is number 1 in rape and murder. 30% of the population has aids. Remember, over 20\,500 people were nevertheless killed between 1984 and 1994. Mostly in wars instigated by the ANC.

In fact, the ANC became more violent when the apartheid state recognized its legitimacy. Over 275 IFP politicians had been murdered under Mandela's men. Thus when it came to the 1994 elections, the ANC won in a land-slide because the moderate anti-apartheid movements were destroyed.

When the ANC took over, everyone thought South Africa would be honky dory. Wrong. Over 4 million Whites left the country, along with their income which was responsible for 50+% of SA's taxes.

Go to SA today and you will see white and black neighborhoods. It is not far from the era of 1990.
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Ali Wazir
2 hours ago
Hmmmm...things are bad, Maybe you should move to Rhodesia, oops doesn't exist...
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Vichy Fournier
6 hours ago
Mandela was a communist thug who managed to do nothing but serve as propaganda for the installation of a racist, socialist regime even worse than the Apartheid government.
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M.
5 hours ago
"worse than the Apartheid government" from whose point of view? Yours or majority of South Africans. For somebody who preached forgiveness, equality and never cling on power like other african leaders. U even called him thug and racist; I wonder what you would call the Apartheid government?
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Suit
7 hours ago
Idi Amin could hve beaten Mandela if they would of had a wrestling match

I WAS KISSED BY A SANGOMA THIS MORNING!!

2011-07-12T11:46:00.000+02:00

So……I get off the taxi and start walking towards the DUT intersection and I have this feeling that someone is following me, and sure enough there is. He smiles and greets me calling me sweetheart. Upon observing the stunned look on my face, he asks me: ‘Do they not call you sweetheart?”. I respond that those that do, freak me out. He proceeds to say that “sweetheart” doesn’t mean that you are in a relationship, just that you have a pure, loving heart. I was like: “ok….. at least that is true then” (meaning with reference to me). He asks which way I’m going, I point to the left and asks: “DUT?”, I say: ‘No, I wish I was back in school, I’m off to work and have been for 3 years now”.

Then he says: ‘Ake ngijike nje (let me turn), for the heck of it. Naye ahambe nomuntu, no one can’t see that uhamaba nomuntu if ehamba nami’. We start walking towards work. He asks for my surname. I give it to him. Then he asks for izithakelo zami. I go on and on listing them and he’s quite impressed with ubuZulu bami (my Zuluness). Then I go into a bit of the Miya history to show that I’m not really Zulu nor Xhosa but Bhaca. He then tells me that he is Buthelezi. I joke that he is “Shenglings” (Shenge). He then asks me about the work I do and we laugh about that cause its so weird (didn’t even get to explain it all). At some point during the walk, the sole of my left shoe decides to tear from the heel (at the time I did not know that that’s exactly what had happened but I definitely tried my best to hide it). After this he tells me he is a sangoma by profession. I’m obviously bewildered by these news and wondering does he know what’s going on with my shoe?!

We stop by the Berea Police Station and from there I see two of my colleagues arriving at work. Then my supervisor follows and I say: “Oh no, I’m in trouble now”. I go on to explain who he is and the reason for my distress then he said he intones his ancestors to not let him speak at all of my lateness this particular morning. Just before this point he had asked why I’m not married. I was speechless. He felt its because the people that ask/propose are not worthy in one or more ways. I told him that also maybe it can be attributed to that people feel I’m difficult. He couldn’t see this being a possibility because if I were, I should have done the same to him. But then I tried to make him understand how I push people to their full capacity and potential because I cannot tolerate it when someone has just fallen into a comfort zone and doesn’t want to do more with their lives, though fully capable. I told him a lot of people die, but very few live up to their potential, very few continually seek to challenge themselves. This led him to ask my age. He was visibly shocked that I’m 26. He had asked for my name and I had told him I’m Sane. He then proceeds to tell me the following:

·         His name is Mdu
·         31 years of age
·         He was born on the 19th May (I was born on the 19th of May!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I’M FREAKED OUT THIS POINT
·         Married with TWO wives (at this point my jaw visibly hits the tarmac)
·         He knows he will marry a third time and thereafter start a Zion congregation.

I obviously have a lot of questions: Why the two wives? : The one is from when he was way younger and he had kids with her and of course felt it right to marry her. The second one was from/for the ancestors who is also a sangoma and when he has been with her, he feels a heightened sense of awareness/enlightenment as if he had just finished the initiation process again. I was like: “They must be at each others’ throats!” No further comments on that end.

We got to speaking about my birth from his mentioning that he got one wife from/for the ancestors. I tell him about the story that I had only heard yesterday from Bab’ Ngwenya about the twin who had his twin pass away and now has to do or buy everything in pairs in order for everything to go according to plan. Mdu then tells me of his grandmother who was a twin and she had 3 sets of twins. All passed away except for one. Whilst all were alive they barely got by. When the last one’s twin passed away he started getting tenders in Pretoria and all over. He is now so overweight, with a luxury car and house. All thanks to his twin.
I then went back to the source of yesterday’s conversation which was the Isolezwe front page article of the woman whose husband was performing a second “umembeso/umembathiso” ceremony, preparing to marry her a second time since she was born with a “veil”/”embethe” and thus every ceremony done for those people must be done twice since they are not unlike twins. I proceeded to tell him that I also am of that birth. He asked where my veil is. Told him it was stolen at birth and he just wanted to die at those news since every time things aren’t going well, you just burn a bit of that and talk to your ancestors without needing even a chicken. Then I told him when I was having ‘imbeleko” done, some lucky organ (I think it is an oversized spleen) came out and that is also meant to be luck but yet again, that was stolen by a family member. I told him of my first visit to umthandazi and how he told there’s nothing wrong with me past or present, in fact, I have natural born luck, I just have to do this one ceremony to “reinstate/heighten my luck to its original/even higher levels). He also told me I will never get married as my female ancestors aren’t really for it. Mdu suggested I get a second, even third, opinion before doing anything.

We joked about other things: like how gullible women are, all the stuff they use that they think is to keep men, he told me how out of 20 people he consults with a day – 19 will be women. Scary statistic. I told him I feel it is because women panic when things go slightly wrong and even then, they blame themselves and thus will want to find ‘easy-fixes’ external of the problem, hence a sangoma consultation in order to keep a cheating man.

It was time to leave, asked for my number to ask for a proper date. Then told me he respects women. But then again he doesn’t propose love to random women. I was like “hmmm” and very sarcastically so. He says he believes the women he talks to are sent in his direction for a reason. Then he hugged and kissed my forehead!!! I’m still reeling from shock!!! He asked to kiss my lips and I ran!!

*I cannot get over all these little coincidences!!!!!!*

braai back in June/July 2011

2011-07-12T09:57:00.000+02:00

Sduduzo Mbhele, myself and Nondumiso Buthelezi in attendance. Beef. Skewered veggies. Curried veggies. Veg stirfy. Veg salad ( baked beans, atchaar nd mayo)
Yes I loooooooove veggies!!!

how. does carry on caring at all?

2011-07-11T19:33:00.000+02:00

I know it's wrong to only do good based on good done by others to u. But honestly, how can one carry on caring abt ppl, believing in goodwill, practicing kindness at all times and being positive, loving and considerate when humans can be so selfish, so crude, so inhumane tht they're worse off than animals?

Guys a recent incident just made me ask myself why I continually do "this" to myself.
I've never been anything bt giving, forgiving nd completely understanding nd non-judgemental to many, I've been the lover, mother, nurse, provider nd protector to some bt most definitely, a friend to all.
I'm no saint but I value nd cherish my relations with those I know.
What I don't get is how people can just use that for their benefit? Take and take nje. They can't be bothered when u need them yet you bend over backwards to accommodate them nd show them love.
Why is it so difficult for them to put in at least half the effort? Half the care nd conccern? Half the consideration?

I need help

2011-07-06T08:46:00.000+02:00

Seriously. I'm not even in Pinetown (en route to Bloem) nd already the pressure is building up in my ears. Damn! I'll be stuffed by d tym we get to PMB.
Had a fab dream today morn nd I can from personal experience say: Shaggy is quite a kisser!! why I pushed him away after the 3rd kiss is beyond me. maybe its cause I melted nd my knees turned to jelly. Felt like he was gonna do me ryt there in front of d car!! *and yes I mean Mr Bombastic!*
I was walkin across the road and he got out the car and started kissin me. The first was questioning but alluring. The second was HOT. The third one literally melted me on the spot. Nd I pushed him back cz I felt weak nd he was comin on strong. Great way to start the day

On the importance of taking breathers for our spiritual wellness

2011-07-05T09:59:00.000+02:00

"I used to b a proponent for the belief tht life dsnt stop coz u did.

That as soon as you fall off, u have to get back on the saddle

But when u keep gvng nd ppl keep taking.

When u keep loving nd ppl keep hurting.

When ur always there for them and they never are

When u care and all they can be is selfish

Soon enough you won't be CAPABLE of carryin on as before.

U need that time out to heal, fill up yo reserves, refocus nd then only carry on.

That's what I'm doin ryt now nd m loving it. Sengkhathele ukuba I Provider ne Protector ne Lover. When someone proposes a relationship, I just get drained inside. I'm better now. I'm not as angry. But I just don't even wanna hear about relationships"

I wrote this passage on FB during a very dark phase of my life - barely a few months back. I'll concede to not being as mad but boy I'm still lovin my me-time

I think my definitive purpose on Earth is to love

2011-07-05T09:53:00.000+02:00

I think my definitive purpose on Earth is to love. Honestly, I'm serious. To just love and nurture and guide God's kids. I love assisting. Though I have dreams of my own, the satisfaction is even greater when u see someone u held/helped along the way, succeed. I can never justify being selfish. My love, talents and time are for all that my path leads me to. The paths may converge and later separate or keep them fo life but I feel that is my role - assistant, lover, nurturer, comforter, protector, provider : a maternal figure so to speak.

I have a post here from quite a while ago when I was very emotional about the whole life purpose thing because it didn't seem to gel with who I, intrinsically am. I've always been of the notion that your life purpose should be like a calling; it should come naturally, effortlessly. And loving is that to me. I suppose i was in such a state because I was searching OUTSIDE of myself, looking for something that would bring greatness instead of bringing out the true ME.

UPDATE

2011-07-05T09:26:00.000+02:00

Supposedly the last time I wrote anything on here was October 2008!! My flippin word!! Wowee lets see:

2008

I had started working for @home in Feb and I quit end of March cause i cannot tolerate women with bitchy attitudes whereas they are airheads and a boss who supports that kinda attitude. I made R 10 000 sale first day without any training. Found out am also good at multiple sales. I thought that meant selling a lot of the same thing. No No that meant a person walks in looking for a duvet and after being helped by me, they walk out with matching curtains, cushions, carpet and lampshade to boot. That was lovely to find out about myself! But of course this did not make popular with the manager as I was exceeding her sales. I didn't get what the fuss was all about cause it's not like we even got commission!

I quit without a support cushion and got a call the next week for an interview for an internship post. First real interview I ever went to and I aced it. Got the job. worked 5 months and literally had my arm twisted into applying for my current position. I did so, made a complete fool of myself at the interview and got the job (I must have done something right!!)

A LITTLE BOY'S EXPLANATION OF GOD

2008-10-30T09:05:00.000+02:00

EXPLANATION OF GOD:'One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies. I think because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just leave that to mothers and fathers.'
'God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers and things, pray at times beside bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought of a way to turn it off.'
'God sees everything and hears everything and is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have.'
'Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church.'
'Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work, like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him preaching to them and they crucified him But he was good and kind, like his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were doing and to forgive them and God said O.K.'
'His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done and all his hard wo rk on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.'
'You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.'
'You should always go to church on Sunday because it makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God!
Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.'
'If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown into real deep water by big kids.'
'But...you shouldn't just alw ays think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he pleases.
And...that's why I believe in God.'

WORDS OF WISDOM

2008-10-30T09:03:00.001+02:00

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire.
It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
It's a small world. So you gotta use your elbows a lot.
No one is listening until you make a mistake.
Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything.I
f you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was probably worth it.
When someone says, "Do you want my opinion?" - it's always a negative one.
The trouble with work is - it's so daily.
Scientists say 1 out of every 4 people are crazy. Check 3 friends, if they are OK, you're it.

PLEDGE TO SELF 30 JUNE 2008

2008-06-30T15:36:00.000+02:00

today I started something
some kind a change in ma life
its supposed to be one dimensional
but i thought...what the heck, ive got too many personalities for that
so i took that and added many of the things i have learnt in ma life
what i hope to gain out of this is self-peace

im sure u aint eva come across that one before
well thats simply bcoz i just made it up now as im writin this
the thing is i "self-accepted" long time ago
but i still wasnt really at peace with some things about me/in ma life/that happened/bloody blah

so today marks the beginning of some strange journey ......... that i will take
with all the weird attributes that make me ..me

i hope to lose a lot of the bad stuff... (if im still carryin it)
and to gain a lot of good from this
mostly happiness

this isnt a road to self-discovery...i know ma self too well...no really, i do, i sit down and talk with all ma personalities (quite funny and even deep conversations we have shared
:) )...............
its also not the persuit of happiness, i am a happy person, mostly because i make do with what i have. If i want something else and i can get it, thats what i do, if i cant, then i stop stressin about it cause i cnt do jack about it. Really thouugh, the key is to lear to accept and be insanely happy with what you do have

i suppose its more a path im takin where i vow to be me (all the tym ---- not most of the time), so i'll just do more of what i have already been doin
loving
forgivivg
caring
prayin
surroundin ma self with beautiful spirits
lettin go and lettin God
where i'll listen to ma self more
what ma inner being cries out for
shutting out the noise from the world
takin care of the inner me in appreciatuion for her having gotten me this fa, for her having taken care of me, we both know it wasnt easy

So that at the end of the day i am a peaceful person
even when im quiet, there's always a storm brewing underneath that calm surafce
i dnt want that

i want serenity..........thats what i hope to find

Sane, baby girl, I love you
and this is ma pledge to you to take care of you
when its all said and done
when the show is over

its just u and me......so ya thats it

im not gonna separate this ish, but have u ever bn in love by celine

2008-06-30T14:41:00.001+02:00

Have you ever been in loveYou could touch the moonlightWhen your hearts shooting starsYoure holding heaven in your armsHave you ever been so in loveHave you ever walked on airEver felt like you were dreaminWhen you never thought it couldBut it really feels that goodHave you ever been so in loveHave you ever been in loveYou could touch the moonlightWhen your hearts shooting starYoure holding heaven in your armsHave you ever been in love, have you...The time I spentWaiting for something that was heaven-sentWhen you find it dont let go,I knowHave you ever said a prayerAnd found that it was answeredAll my hope has been restoredAnd I aint looking anymoreHave you ever been so in love, have you...Some place that you aint leavinSomewhere youre gonna stayWhen you finally found the meaninHave you ever felt this wayThe time I spentWaiting for something that was heaven-sentWhen you find it, dont let go,I know...Coz have you ever been so in love, so in loveYou could touch the moonlightYou can even reach the starsDoesnt matter near or farHave you ever been so in loveHave you ever been in loveHave you ever been in loveSo in... love...

....

2008-06-30T14:34:00.001+02:00

andf its not that i wasnt in love before its just that i keep on falolin in love again and again and again with her
its littl ethings

but they make all the difference in the world.....

IM IN LOVE

2008-06-30T14:23:00.000+02:00

that moment when yo eyes meet again
or is the next tym u are talkin and u r just starin into their eyes
or even they are layin beside u on yo bed...then lookin into their eyes
or ur sittin all alone in some office (like i am) and thinkin of their eyes.......

maybe its yet again or for the first tym
u realise IM IN LOVE!!!!!!!!

and u wanna shout to the rest of the world, or keep it bottled up inside.........u have this stupid smile on yo face thats just plastered there and as far as you are concerned, the world couldnt be a better place

well as sick as i am, thats how i feel
I love you angeland thank you for being exactly that....my angel
ur the bestestestesteset! girlfriend

ma baby

2008-05-30T11:23:00.000+02:00

another pic of ma baby

i miss her so much

cant wait for the 6th

thats when i'll get to see her

will try to upload a pic of ma engagement ring, its gorgeous!!!!!!!!! HA HA

cell c mini me

2008-05-30T11:20:00.000+02:00

Dnt u guys think that this is so nunuz?

she so cute

thts y i want a bby gal

MY GIRLFRIEND NONDU, sorry...make that FIANCE

2008-05-30T11:06:00.000+02:00

not such a great pic in terms of visibility, but ya there she is. and just to make sure she is the one in the front

ANOTHER PIC

2008-05-19T11:07:00.000+02:00

THAT BE MY NEW PROFILE PIC

I SEE YOU WATCHIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-05-19T10:54:00.000+02:00

was tryina upload pics of ma gf and they dnt wanna
i technology iyala
o well...........

quick update

2008-05-19T10:25:00.000+02:00

for those who dont know, im now workin
employed by SANBI (South African National Biodiversity Insitute)
based in DBN
movin to ma new place in June----where I plan to live it up!!!!!! FINALLLY!!!!!!!
ITS MA BDAY TODAY!!!!!!!!

YO guys I feel ancient.........but at least I'm employed

lost forever

2008-05-19T10:22:00.000+02:00

k guys, know how i absolutely hate extensions right? well for ma graduation i kinda put on some hectic bonding. was quite expensive (glad ma had to pay), anywho had never bothered to take any pics till i had to take it off this pas sat, so on fri before work, i gave myself a mini photo shoot. pics were lovely, but there was just one stunner
(there always is just one)
i wanted to upload it everywhere
then ma gf goes and deletes it (by mistake of course) but baby i'm still upset

The (temporary) return........basically catching up

2008-02-21T13:41:00.000+02:00

Iyo guys!!!!!!!!!!!
Its been forever. I feel like a little puiece of shit for not having been here for so long. But it was for a good cause---I was in the process of gettin myself a Biological Sciences degree, which I did and am so relieved.

Am right now at Pietermaritzburg campus of UKZN, was visitin. Leavin tomorrow---coz I work weekends as well. Just had happened to be on 5day leave and decided to really enjoy it.

Had an angry christmas coz I was fumin over havin been mugged and my fone was like brand new. That aside, all teh SMSs and photos I would neva see again. That's what made me really mad. But I gave that mugger a good hiding---if only that had been enough to bring ma fone back. Learnt somethin else too---plz dnt fight back coz I nearly got stabbed by the one who was behind me (who I had managed to block from my thougts as I was wrestlin the one with ma fone). So all those of u who thought I was ignorin ya'll--it aint so, I just got mugged. So those who still have ma numba--do call and giv me yo numbaz, u can still use the same numba-I had a sim swap.

That's all for now

SHIT

2007-08-04T13:01:00.000+02:00

Sometimes when shit happens, you want to be able to articulate the experience more than just you've, taken a shit. Here are some shit definitions to help you explain the situation better to your friends and family...
Ghost Shit
You know you've shit. There's shit on the toilet paper, but no shit in the bowl.
Teflon Coated Shit
Comes out so slick, clean and easy that you don't feel it. No traces of shit on the toilet paper, you have to look in the bowl to be sure you did it!
Gooey Shit
This has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your ass 12 times and it still doesn't come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don't stain it. This shit leaves permanent skid marks in the toilet.
Second Thought Shit
You're all done wiping your ass and you're about to stand up when you realize it.....you've got some more.
Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Shit
This kind is the kind of shit that killed Elvis. It doesn't come until you're all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard.
Bali Belly Shit
You shit so much you lose 5 kilos.
Right Now Shit
You better be within 10 seconds of a toilet. Usually it has its head out before you get your pants down.
King Kong or Commode Choker Shit
This shit is so big that you know it won't go down the toilet unless you break it into smaller chunks. A coat hanger works well. This kind of shit usually happens at someone else's house
Wet Cheeks Shit
This shit hits the water sideways and makes a BIG splash that gets your ass wet.
Wish Shit
You sit there all cramped up and fart a few times, but no shit!
Cement Block or Oh God Shit
You wish you'd gotten a spinal block before you shit.
Snake Shit
This shit is fairly soft and about as big around as your thumb and at least three feet long.
Cork Shit (Also Known as Floater Shit)
Even after the third flush, it's still floating in there. My god! How do I get rid of it? This shit usually happens at someone else's house.
Mexican Food Shit (also called Screamers)
You'll know it's alright to eat again when your asshole stops burning.
Beer Drunk Shit
This happens the day after the night before. Normally your shit doesn't smell too bad, but this shit is BAD. Usually there's somebody standing outside to use the bathroom. This kind of shit also usually happens at someone else's house.
The Frightened Turtle
The kind of shit that just pokes its head out then quickly goes back in
The Bungee Shit
The kind of shit that just hangs off your ass before it falls into the water.
The Ring of Fire Shit
The kind of shit where you eat really spicy food and your asshole feels like the inside of a cigarette lighter.
The Crippler
The kind of shit where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.
The Big Bobber
The kind of shit that no matter how many times you flush it always floats back to the surface.
The Shitty Shitty Bang Bang
The kind of shit that hits you when you're trapped in your car in a traffic jam.
The Incredible Hulk Shit
The king of shit that sits in the toilet overnight and mysteriously expands to twice it's normal size.
The Jack the Ripper Shit
The kind of shit that yanks out the hair of your ass as it pushes its way out.
The Party Pooper
The giant shit you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.
The Toxic Gas Shit
The kind of shit that makes you pass out and fall of the toilet before you finish, and then you wake up in some strange South American town.
Dirty Bowl Shit
The kind of shit that comes out in a million pieces a second, reminiscent of an avalanche - but with rocket propulsion, and splatters all over the toilet bowl.
The Windy City Shit
When you sit down, and fart for so long and hard that you no longer need to take a shit.
Oh Shit! Shit
You shit so much and wipe your ass so furiously you run out of toilet paper and you say OH SHIT!
The Never Ending Shit
It's the shit that keeps running out of your ass like pea, and just when you start wiping your ass your stomach gargles and splash, more shit runs out. This always happens after eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Ouch That Hurt Shit
The type of shit that leaves you feeling like you just hoped onto a bicycle without a seat. Sensation usually lasts hours.

COLIN THE HEN....made the title up

2007-08-04T13:00:00.000+02:00

Colin came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep.He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe."Who the hell are you?" Demanded Colin, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"The mysterious Man answered, "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter".Colin was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family....you've got to send me back straight away".St Peter replied "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch.We can only send you back as a dog or a hen."Colin was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen.A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground."This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?""It's not so bad" replies Colin, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode"."You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before". "Never" replies Colin"Well just relax and let it happen"And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time.When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him...ever!!!The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting"Colin, skrik wakker jou dronk vark, jy KAK in die bed!!!"

my useless life

2007-08-03T17:51:00.000+02:00

My life is constantly being held back by something
Don’t wanna go into specifics---there are too many examples
But today was too cruel for words

The long and short of it is that I had the one thing i have been praying for, for I dnt know how long, so ruthlessly taken away from me. Hp laptop valued at R15 000 up for grabs. The q asked is why should accenture hire you? Answered it and received a good cheer and applause for my answer. The guy down the line copies everything I said word for word then drawls on & on abt some computer program he studied, and wins.

Im sittin here writin this shattered
I cant even focus on the stuff im supposed to be doin coz durin the whole thing I kept on thinking how good the Lord was to me and how he was finally answerin my prayers and thinking abt the great chain reaction that this was gonna have in my life (coz if there is anything I can do, its to sell myself..and that’s what we had to do)…then I hear my words being spat out down the line……dream abruptly ended

Nobody could ever feel or understand the pain I’m goin thru ryt now coz I’m even wonderin whether this is what I should look forward to for the rest of my life coz its always been like this …..i’m wonderin why I even bother

It sucks

Its so wrong

and I cant do jack abt it

purpose

2007-07-23T18:21:00.000+02:00

was just wonderin whether any of u have figured their own.....i know that that was somethin i never even thought abt as a youngsta but as i progress in life i do think abt it, moreso when confronted by trying times. i think that is because they seem to either challenge me/my beliefs/my values or all of these. so i think it then bbecomes a challenge to just be....or if u have a purpose in life..to fulfill itsometymz i wanna rid myself of that burden and just liveforget any and all obligationssometimes start life all over again from scratchbut livin in regret never helped anyone progressbeing a black lesbian in south africa doesnt help at all either

30 Things To Do In An Exam When You Know You're Going To Fail It Anyways!Global

2007-07-23T18:15:00.000+02:00

1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.
4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.
7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam. 12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)
15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
16. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.
20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach. 22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.
23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.
24. Masturbate.
25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!
27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

MORE OF MY BOYS

2007-07-16T18:57:00.000+02:00

THESE ARE MY BOYZ!!!!--SA CELEBRITIES ACTING GAY BAHLE ABANTWANA BAGEZILE

2007-07-16T18:34:00.000+02:00

OOOOH MY WORD!!!!!

AREN'T THESE BOYS JUST SO DELECTABLE???

MMMMMMM...........

IN ALL HONESTY GUYS I FELL OFF THE CHAIR LAUGHING

ESPECIALLY FRESH AND ZOLA

PPL DID U SEE ZOLA'S BOOBS?

funnies

2007-06-03T20:07:00.000+02:00

instead of mailing this to all of u

i thought i might as well just post it up here, it really cracked me up

and this guy is supposed to be a relative of mine

this was taken by a cousin of mine at our last family gathering
(that i was gratefully absent - if these are the going-ons)

the cats just ripped me!!!!!i still find it funny

les nubians

2007-06-03T20:00:00.000+02:00

this is the HELENE who drove my little sis (in white) she is HOT!!!!

if only.........

FAMILY

2007-06-03T19:19:00.000+02:00

oh my word i just so had to share...

this is my little sis....now get this...

1) she was always the tomboyish, skinny one-of course no-one ever susupected any lesbianism whatsoever

2) i was the big feminie one and was salted to marry at a young age and supposedly she was gonna be a nurse and take care of momma whilst i take care of my household

3) her asthma eases up, she gains some weight and suddenly she is all DIVA and has all the boys in the neighbourhood at her feet

4) i get a gf (to everyone's utter surprise) and she tells me upon first meeting with my sista, that my little sis is gay and will only realize it in tym, and since she was goin to tertiary this tear, she was like: "Won't have to wait long now..."

5) i am from my sis right now and she tells me she's in a relationship with this lesbo from school,

of course my brothers say my little sis has a crush on the gal (and they dnt like her--typical older brothers)

and she saw a pic of Helene FAUSSART in my USB and was goin crazy (Helene was dressed very butch and looked quite the Don Juan) -- starin at the pic (I'll upload Helene's pic on the blog now now)

6) either way these news have rocked my world--im gonna be xcited till kingdom come i suppose----2 lesbian sisters--oooooohhhhhhhhh my word!!!!!!!!

7) did i mention she has taken to smokin---now that i did NOT like

stilleto boots!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2007-05-31T11:32:00.000+02:00

i so knopw im gonna egret posting this up here!!!!!!!!

Naughtiness (caught on black and white film!!)

2007-05-30T17:14:00.000+02:00

Rough said she wants me in more open and wild spaces

eg: a bed

well is not a bed, but i think its a sexier prop

here's me gettin all.......on chair

more pics

2007-05-30T16:50:00.000+02:00

since i know u love seeing more pics, here is yet another!!!!!!!

lu

2007-05-30T15:41:00.001+02:00

hey everyone here's a friend of mine

naivety

2007-05-29T13:08:00.001+02:00

realistic shmealistic
being one makes life so horrible
it shouldnt hurt to dream , but realistically it does
so i officially proclaim my bubble burst
tho i knew it would have never been anyway
(in the real world that is)
in my fantasies we live on
we love
we grow
we nurture
we never die

destiny calls

2007-05-29T13:00:00.000+02:00

Similar stories they both had to tell
For similar roads they both had travelled
Heartbreak, manipulation and discrimination they had endured
Truly, children of a lesser god they'd both thought themselves to be

They had both trudged through life from behind a veil
It hid their tormented souls
The outside world only knew these bright, spritely beings
Their truth was theirs alone

Fate had destined for their paths to cross
Immediately they wanted these paths to intertwine
For they both saw in each other what no-one else saw
No, not the pain, but a beautiful and rare gem

She attracted her with her candidness
She lured her with her poetry
She seduced her with her voice
She tugged at her heartstrings with her words

In each other they find understanding
In each other they find excitement
In each other they find compassion
In each other they could find eternal love
If only they admit their true feelings

One has made the first move by posting this here
Now it's up to the other-she knows who she is

Destiny is calling..........do you dare to answer?

iyooooooh!!!!! damn have i been foolishly oin love or have i been foolishly in love?
cant bliv i actually once wrote this, but its a beautiful piece,its mine and this is my blogsite so post it i have....

Lesbian Drama...

2007-05-29T12:56:00.000+02:00

Lesbian Drama...

oh damm look at her
should i say hi?
hi will lead to 'you gotta girl'
which will lead to 'you need a girl'
and then you're done
all the sudden there are 5476974 other females
that know your business
and what you feel
(or at least think they do)
and they've all got something to say about it
damm the circle
she said
she did
she was with
blah blah blah
you don't know me
you don't know what i've said
what i've done
who i've been with
and you never will
so worship from afar girls
because that's what your veiled comments are
you'll never get close enough to see
that jealous is something you surely should be
but not because of who/what i have
but because of who i am
and who you'll never be

...

2007-05-29T12:54:00.000+02:00

I liked it best when u were pulling my hair back and kissing my neck from the back
the feel of your robust boobs on my bare back--sheer pleasure
when u looked into my eyes with that passion, i felt floodgates open
lord was i blushin, that's why i turned away
not bcoz i wanted u to stop, as u wrongly thought
imm glad we got thru that tho
led to a wonderful nyt

Love, Love, Love, in Love...

2007-05-29T12:49:00.000+02:00

Love, Love, Love, in Love...

Love is the salt, in the life-meal
If you taste it unsalted, many times hurt you feel

Love is something real, you cant pretend
If you have no feelings, give it an end

Love is a combination, that join two
Makes them one with passion true

Love is to feel good with all your deeds
When the phrase 'crazy change' your life leads
_________________

ah Love, Love, … Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.

2007-05-29T12:48:00.000+02:00

What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?

I spent my whole life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the brightly illuminated pursuit of love.

I Would Live in Your Love

2007-05-29T12:45:00.000+02:00

I Would Live in Your Love

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.

mmmmmmmmm

2007-05-29T12:44:00.000+02:00

i hope ull be kissin on my neck from behind
i wanna be sucking on yo sexy boobs--true works of art they are
paint a picture with my tongue across yo sexy belly
get yo ovaries tingling when i play with yo belly button

of course i'll be unbuttoning yo jeans--but very slowly--so slowly that it hurts
wanna tease you so much that u physically hurt
yo body aches for at the very least, a touch, from my very warm fingers that the place btwn yo thighs knows all too well
i'll be makin u sigh from just a touch, moan at a caress and swera u are about to die when i languidly kiss u
when i finally enter u, u feel u 've died and gone to heaven

we look at each other as im inside you--no need for words--as it is, we wouldnt have been able to formulate any nyways-------too caught up in the moment, time has stood still---its just u and me
we speak only to each other's souls--a language only they could understand

u are comin, u scream, tear up sheets, leave marks on my back, love bites galore--just for sake of holdin onto something
-baby gal u bless me with yo glorious juices that are flowing endlessy
even u proclaim that it aint ever been that good
and the lovejuices still keep flowin--u dont understand--tho u r lovin it
i do....."shadiness and sexiness-seductress and temptress"
she cast a spell over you and u are now stuck in her web--and u dont even wanna be set free...........
_________________

waht i want

2007-05-29T12:42:00.002+02:00

i want a lot of things

steamy sex in the shower
heated sex in the kitchen
makin love by the fireplace
takin me to places unimagined with just a touch
a voice that awakens my raw sexuality
a caress that soothes as much as it can drive to utter madness
a kiss that drives me wild
i want someone i think of and have my ovaries jiving
u know the type of person u literally race to after work--coz its pointless spendin tym with others
u know someone who cant keep their hands off of u
u look at each other with this passion in yo eyes
u can be in a relationship forever but still lust fter each other like i-1nyt stand

do u catch my flow? (vaginal flow included)

Mission for a missionary

2007-05-29T12:42:00.001+02:00

Mission for a missionary
Missionary quite contrary
How does your garden grow
A sixty niner is always finer
Come on lets go, dont be slow
Diggy doggy, bend over
And i'll do you, real slow, no really slow
We both stand up you pretend
Youre looking over my shoulder
For a four leaf clover
We both pretend that we dont know
We sit up and face each other
We'll just sit till the cows come home
I'll lie on my back, you pretend you're at the track
You saddle me like you would a colt
Ill just lie there try not to bolt
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
_________________

Lust Leading Love

2007-05-29T12:37:00.000+02:00

Lust Leading Love

Lust Leading Love

Adoration Aiding Attachment

Passion Proving Pleasure

Convenience Controlling Confusion

Frustration Fueling Failure

Hurt Healing Heartache

Envy Educing Ecstasy

Sex Sealing Seduction

Jealousy Jeering Joy

Love Leading Lust
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ooooooooohhh!!!!!! that look has to go!!!

2007-05-24T15:39:00.001+02:00

this one is for u gal
and just so yo'll know: this is the reason i dnt do makeup and fake hair

just love her

2007-05-20T13:13:00.001+02:00

i dnt even know that much abt her but i have one of worst crushes on this woman( no one spot i contested by jessica alba nad elen degeneres:yes as old as she is)

her name is anita difranco and she just kills me

i had always loved my boo with her dreads (actually SHE is the cause of my infatuation with dreads) and then she cut them and had a brush cut like this. so actually anita reminds me of that...i think

so for those who wann acut their dreads--plz dnt if u wnt look like this--i stll like dreads a lot

i know there's more to my feelings for her.....

more pics

2007-05-20T12:53:00.000+02:00

i feel like isikhokho!!!! i just uploaded another pic. i know its so simple--now that i know how to.

oooh this place is gona be flooded with pics now

oh well guys u'll soon be seeing my so undramatic bday pics as well. BTMers, this one is for u!!!

MY BIRTHDAY

2007-05-20T11:28:00.000+02:00

So i wake up neh coz of a message or a call from a friend on the site., after that i find that i have a message from nothando in swaziland that she sent around 1:30am:think that was so nunuz of her. then my little sister's message comes through around 8:30am . i call her and want her to come over and she tells me that she is back home in Port Shepstone. Then i am like "what the fcuk?". keep on tryin to get back to sleep:that did not work . [my own roommate never said Happy Bday. anyways everybody knows she is the only Tswana in my life who sucks big-tym (little old sagging slut--yeah i do hate her!)]

she leaves for campus and as i was sittin down in front of the comp screen (with boo-boo on the line) the electricity cuts!!! I'm like I'm gonna murder thi dick of a landlord for not paying the bills and shit. Quickly find out that actually the whole place has no electricity. Its now around ten and i am flippin hungry. So I try to sleep--phone was ringing non-stop and i was lovin it (one of the things i absolutely love is receiving calls--long calls talkin abt absolutely nothing, or gettin all kinky on the line...let me stop that right there). i go take a bath and put a heck of a lot of baby oil on myself tryin to get all "...." coz i was feelin unusually horny. but it was a futile exercise coz my tummy kept on rumbling and i just laughed so hard at myself, so at least i got a laugh out of that.
I put on a blue denim mini, a white vest, white hooded jacket, white takkies and a red wristband (yes u noted well-no underwear). tryin to feel 12 and all hip-hoppish kinda. so around somethin past twelve, my ex-gal calls and says she'll come see me around one. I go outside and start discussin the state of South African politics with my housemates. The other wanted Zuma for President. We were all against him. Then they sterted badgering abt the whole thing of SA youth being so ignorant their past (these guys are frm Botswana). they had established i wasnt and just wanted to know why ppl from other countries knew more abt whatwent on in SA than our youth does.
Just then one of my hot frenz Nicky shows up with Zanele/Zandile( Dark hotness personified!!) and some other chick to say H.BDay and carry on with their trip to one of our offcampus residences. So i use that as an opportunity to go tel my ex-housemates at 193 that i'll be havin a bash as organised by the guys istay with and they are invited.
i go back and carry on the discussion with the guys. and my ex (in all her hotness) was standin above me on the steps and greeted everyone and called me up motionong with her hand. eish this did remind me of days gone by. 1) her above me--u can see what thoughts were rushing thru my head nad manifesting themselves as little rivulets btwn my thighs right? 2) her motioning with her hand like that--kinda reminded of when she'd be like" c'mon, giv it all 2 me" with this look in her eyes. and she did have that look coz i was wearin a mini--i knew i was sizzlin!! then the guys had their eyes fixated on her butt, and some fuckable ass she has, Whoa!!

Anyways we get to my room. spend some tyum chit-chattin. she sees some of my sexy pics, sfter which i dance to my dancehall music and she is immediately like: 'Let's go and PLZ change the skirt!!!!" I already knwe the reason why. It was the same reason she never wanted me wearin cleavage revealin tops in public. She would be like: "if i am being tormented by these... and i DO have permission to touch, what abt those who dnt have it?" and then there was alos the whole attention i would recieve on our outings. my partner is by no means butch. in fact, she's a femme fatale in her own right. thing is, she is too reserved and doesnt like attention or pl knowing she is lesbo or worse, that she is currently walkin with her partner. one of the reasons i had to end it.

so i let her choose a skirt for me. she chose the one i wore when we first met. the outfit made me feel like a granny, so i rebelled by choosing a cleavage top and felt a bit better. We went out shoppin for a laptop: she decided to sleep on it. We went to Spur thereafter and i took pcs of my dessert and meal and she refused to take pics of when those peeps come around with the icecrea and sing for u. she was still reeeling from the shock and just couldnt bliv she had just gone thru that!

supposedly it was our waiter's bday as well. and he was just so lovely!! even drew little baby faces with one tooth on each jaw on the slip. i kept it and put it up on my wardrobe door. and he gave me xtra sauce to carry home with me.

was playin Corinne on the way back and 4got my keys in her car. she brought them today whilst i was here in the LAN. luckily dragon-roomza was home. anyways our caretaker has spares.

whilst at Spur my mom calls tellin me she had 4gotten the date. WHAT!!! then she's like: "Oh the labour pains are killin me now!!!oh they are so bad !!" i'm like waht the flip is this woman on about? then she tells me labour pains; im abt to give birth yo u . then i'm like: "oh....." then she's askin me whether i have nappies on and shit--i'm like: u havent bought them.

the most special call was the one from my gran. i ddnt evn know that the woman knew my bday--she doesnt know hers! so i was quite astonished. and she was so loving and giving me advice (as always). this woman was practically my mom when i was young (as is the case with my ex and current gal) so i love her to bits and this meant the world to me. and i obviously shed a tear (okay i cried full on--i do miss her).

i did receive a call from an angel of mine from the site she ddnt eve know it was my bday--thanks for finally gettin around to callin me that's all. i know she is enjoying herself where she is.

to all u guys from the site who called me yesterday: thanks a ton!! u made me feel special.
and that friend of mine wit the big sexy voice who called and SMSed all day checkin up on me : thanx gal----u are just one in a bilion--u made me feel ultra special. U ROCK GAL!!!!

SUM CHEMISTRY-CRAZED CHICK AT OUR SCHOOL WROTE THIS: I THINK ITS COOL

2007-05-20T11:27:00.001+02:00

Our love is an irreversible process
That combines the elements you and me.
You and me reaction’s rapid and spontaneous needs no catalyst.
When you is laid over me, the reaction is exothermic and gives off moisture.
The pH of our product is one.
The equation of you and me is perfectly balanced at equilibrium.
This chemistry will last as a chain reaction to eternity

i hate love

2007-05-20T11:22:00.000+02:00

Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest And it opens your heart And it means someone can get inside you And mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, For years, so nothing can hurt you, Then one stupid person, No different from any other stupid person, Wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day Like kiss you, or smile at you, And then your life isn't yours own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you Crying in the darkness, So a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' Or 'how very perceptive' Turns into a glass splinter Working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, A body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love

WHY ARE U SURPRISED?, I KNOW LOVE ISNT ALWAYS ROSY. YA NEH, NOT AS NAIVE AS U THOUGHT.... LOVE CAN SUCK--ESPECIALLY IF U REALLY GAVE THE RELATIONSHIP YO ALL. LOVE CAN BE A SLUT SOMETIMES...

SOME SERIOUSLY GOOD ADVICE

2007-05-20T11:14:00.000+02:00

YIP, some seriously good advice on love from a captai nogal, we know how romantic and wise those peeps are. beong ll out in the ocean and alone at the wheel lookin out onto the deep blue sea gives u a hell of a lot of tym to mull things over nad come with some great philosophies on life....at least that's what i think...read on fellow BTMers...

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.- Captain Corelli's Mandolin

so was that great advice, or was that great advice?

You Are

2007-05-20T11:09:00.000+02:00

You’re the thought that starts each morning,
The conclusion to each day.
You are in all that I do,
And everything I say
You’re the smile on my face, T
he twinkle in my eye.
The warmth inside my heart,
The love that will never die.
You’re the hand that’s laced in mine,
And the coat upon my back.
My friend, my love,
I don‘t know how to act..
You’re silly, mature, and caring,
My thoughtful, bright, and honest gal.
The one who holds me tightly,
The star up in my sky.
You’re the dimple in my cheek,
The ever-constant tingle in my soul.
The voice that makes me weak,
The happiness that makes me whole.
You are all I’ve ever wanted,
You are all ever I need.
You are all I’ve ever dreamed of,
Together we will succeed.
You are always with me
Even when you are gone
No matter how far you areI know
I’m never aloneI
have one last thing to say
About everything you do
I forever want you to know
I will always love you!

LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD

2007-05-20T10:55:00.000+02:00

I came across this one day and decided to edit it nad print it out with the bit at the end for my angel, but have chosen to post it up here coz im sure some of u guys either are adopted or know someone who is, and feel crappy about it at times (if not all the tyms). Adopted children either harbour resentment towards the birth mother for abandoning them or the adpoted mother for maybe treating her biological kids better. This poem emphasizes the importance of both parents/mommies in that child's life. Please never forget the message carried by this poem should u ever come across a struggling adopted child. I'm sure they would need this reassurance.

To:
Zola
LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD

“Once there were two women, who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother
Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, the second one taught you to live it.
The first one gave u a need for love, the second one was there to give it.
One gave you nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home she could not provide.
The other prayed for a daughter and her hope was not denied.
And you find yourself questioning the man above,
(why things turned out this way)
And sometimes denying the facts- she was also your mother
FOR YOU ARE A SPECIAL PRODUCT OF TWO DIFFERENT KINDS OF LOVE-AND YOU ARE BLESSED FOR BEING SO!!!”

FROM:
Your Loving & Concerned Wifie.

I love u baby and it has never been your fault that things turned out the way they did between your biological parents. But as you have said before, it probably was for the best. But you must never deny the existence of your birth mother, she gave life to you and for that, I’ll forever be grateful to her, and so should you.

SANE IN LOVE

2007-05-20T10:52:00.000+02:00

Hold my hand in my dreams
and touch my face as I sleep
so I know that you’re here with me,
so I know you won’t ever leave me.

You here with me,
feelings indescribable take over me
swirling inside my body.
I feel your fears and all your desires.

Hold me in my dreams
and walk me to our place of serenity leaving all reality.
We never stop walking
never staying in one place
always moving, towards our future,
towards my dreams!

Hold my thoughts in my dreams
and I will know and see how much you cherish my ideas, opinions, ME!
Whereas sometimes in reality I don’t see how much you cherish me.

Hold my heart in my dreams
and forever you will have it in your hands.

You’ve mended a part of me,
which once was broken, a part of me,
that for a long time, I didn’t show it
afraid of having someone break it again.

Hold me tighter in my dreams
as we walk together hearing the melodies that we,
being together,
bring.

Hold me in reality as you do in my dreams,
you and me looking up at the stars
dreaming of us being in a place
that I think is not that far!

Sane in love

WHY I LOVE LESBO SEX....

2007-05-20T10:47:00.000+02:00

the intimacy, the wild sex, passion, understanding, knowing exactly what turns each other on and no matter how wild it is, not being scared to do it

This pieces is obviously still a "work-in-progress" but when i poted it up here i got the idea of howz about u guys add on YO reasons why U ove lesbo sex and it will be a chain typa thing...
ok guys? so lets hear yoz
type it in the comment box and leave yo name plz

WHY MARRIAGE?

2007-05-20T10:40:00.000+02:00

Because,
I have found that one person in a million,
that one person,
who I love to the depth of my being,
and who loves me more,
Because,
I have found that soul mate,
who understands me,
better than I understand myself.
Who can anticipate, nearly always,
my intricate moods,
And either, join the party,
or pass the tissues.

Why Marriage?
Because I want the whole world to know,
that we have found each other.
That the search that drives me out of bed each morning,
through floods of heartaches,
sorrows and pain,
can have an end.
There will still be heartaches,
sorrows and pain,
But now I have someone to share them with.

Why Marriage?
Because I know that from now on,
we will not always be the vision of loveliness we are today.
I might be less than perfect,
you might be,
the housemate from hell.
So I want that thread of hope and promise,
that binds us together,
to keep my love tethered until storms departs.
I know that love is not something you can build a wall around,
something that you can fence in,
and guard.
Love is a butterfly,
which constantly flies towards the light,
and when a gust should blow our love of course,
I want our marriage to be the solid candle that burns brightest.

Marriage is my declaration of commitment,
and my hope to grow old with the one I love.
The one,
I can no longer imagine life without.
The one,
with whom I want to share a smile,
and in that smile say a hundred years of shared memories.
Someone whose arms will never tire,
if they are around me.

I want,
all that went before,
to be considered waiting.
Waiting for the fates to drive us together.
I want the time we spent together,
outside marriage,
to be the time we built and tested our relationship,
and now fully proven we move forward.

Why Marriage?
Because I want the world to see that we have become one,
a union bound by our love and the love of our friends,
all encompassing.
And… most of all,
because we want to.

YEWS GUYS, AS MUCH AS I THIUGHT AS I THOUGHT I WAS OVER IT, I AM STILL OBSESSED WITH GETTIN MARRIED-FOR ME IT SYMBOLISES THE ULTIMATE COMMITMENT BETWEEN PEOPLE. OBVIOUSLY WHEN THEY ARE BOTH IN IT FOR THE RIGHT REASONS AND FEEL THE SAME WAY ABOUT EACH OTHER.....STILL NAIVE AT 22...FORGIVE ME

YOU

2007-05-20T10:39:00.000+02:00

You've Touched My Heart
In So Many Ways
Through Love And Compassion
And Your Caring Ways
You've Touched My Life
Reaching Into My Soul
I Thank You Sweetheart
For Making Me Whole

ISNT THIS JUST SO CUTE......

Thought

2007-05-20T10:36:00.000+02:00

Thy world is lost, for in thyne world exist infinite possibilities of human nature.
And in thoust, exist a realm of human thought, for which all can become lost, or from which all can exists.
For in thyne world flows an ocean, and in that ocean, all possibilities exist, of which, none may succumb.
And having dove into the depths of thyne ocean, thy has discovered thyself, and having discovered thyself,
Thy has lost thyself, to all possibilities that may become, for when you decide to surface into reality, to begin the process of thought once again.
For when though decide to submerge thyself, into the ocean of depths that is your mind, your reality.
The ocean becomes a river.
The river becomes a stream.
The stream becomes a puddle.
And from the universe, the sun exists, which withers the puddle away.
This brings with it the existence of future thought.
From whence the puddle dissipated, and the process begins once again.

want u guys to tel me what u think this means......

2007-05-14T18:02:00.000+02:00

Love...
So tender and warm,
Yet so strong and binding...
Like a chain of iron,
You bind me to you.
Your eyes...
Your eyes have no color,
As they powerfully pierce mine.
Your eyes hold tenderness,
But also power,
To command me as you wish.
Your lips...
Hold such gentleness,
To soothe and delight.
Yet if you wish it so,
You will kiss with anger,
And brutality,
For I belong only to you.
Your power...I belong to you,
If we are separated in body,
Then not in spirit,
Because my soul is enchained to yours,
And you alone have the power to release me.
Your voice...Holds such a tone in which penentrates me,
It calls to me to do as you command,
Be it evil or good.
The bonds....
Bonds of love entrap me, I
am no longer me.
I have become a part of you.
This love...
This love is neverending.
It is my life and breath,
For without it,
we would both die.
Love...

untitled

2007-05-14T18:00:00.000+02:00

The way you look at me,
Fills me with desire.
The way you talk to me,
Sets my heart on fire.
The way you touch me,
Makes me feel so good.
The way you comfort me,
Makes love understood.
Your love touches me,
And I can feel how deep it is.
When you hold me in your arms,
You know that I want you.
When you give me all you've got,
I know you want me, too.
Because deep down in your soul,
You know that you love me,
And right here in your arms,
Is where I want to be.

MY ANGEL ZOLA

2007-05-14T17:58:00.000+02:00

I LOVE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME
IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SEXY

I LOVE THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL
AND THAT IS:”WANTED AND LOVED”

I LOVE THAT YOU’RE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME
MAKING ME FEEL SO SUPPORTED

I LOVE THAT WE TALK ABOUT ANYTHING
AND SPEND THE WHOLE NIGHT GIGGLING

YES SOMETIMES WE LAUGH OUT VERY LOUD
BUT I LOVE THAT EVEN MORE

I LOVE IT WHEN U’RE HAPPY
IT MEANS I’M GOOD TO BE WITH

I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN WE FIGHT
BUT I LOVE IT WHEN WE MAKE-UP

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU WHEN YOU BLUSH
AND YOU DON’T KNOW I’M BLUSHING MORE THAN YOU

I LOVE IT WHEN I’M SICK
COZ U TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF ME

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE INSPIRED
COZ U BECOME SO PASSIONATE

I LOVE IT WHEN WE MAKE LOVE
COZ WE REALLY GET WILD

AND ... … …

I LOVE THAT I’LL SEE YOU TONIGHT
AND DO ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!!

I wrote this for the one person in this whole world that i see myself gettin old with literally
She is more than I could have ever asked for: She is my angel and I love her with all my being

HOW I FEEL

2007-05-14T17:56:00.000+02:00

HOW I FEEL

I have trouble falling asleep, I keep on thinking about you.
When I do, I dream about you- my dreams make me despise my reality, for they are filled with you……. And my reality isn’t.
When I wake up- reality just makes me wanna sleep again.
The one thing that keeps me going are your messages and longing for your calls.

All this while that I’m practically dying from being a “love-sick puppy”- you are busy being the epitome of “coolness” as if nothing is going on…….
Ever so aloof & untouched by the feelings we both radiate into the cosmos, and we can only hope the other feels it too.

Your calls are that of a cool; been-around-the-block lesbian who’s built a wall around her heart, who is just up for a good time, anytime, no-strings-attached.
Your messages, however, do hint at some vulnerability & wanting to be loved -
a person who IS emotionally present & just doesn’t wanna get hurt.

I have worn my heart on my sleeve – you know for sure how I feel.
And in keeping with that honesty trend, I shall confess to being in love with both of your personas, but I don’t know which one really personifies who you are......

After A While by Veronica A. Shoffstall

2007-05-14T17:55:00.000+02:00

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn

oriah mountain dreamer--indian elder

2007-05-14T17:54:00.000+02:00

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of you own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being a human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from ITS presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!" It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments

beauty of a woman

2007-05-14T17:53:00.000+02:00

Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,Because that is the doorway to her heart,The place where love resides.The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole,But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.It is the caring that she lovingly gives,The passion that she shows.The beauty of a womanWith passing years -- only grows.....
Sam Levenson

experience making love to me

2007-05-14T17:50:00.000+02:00

Feel my lips gently nibbling on your earlobe, My breath as I whisper in your ear, I want you. Smell the scent of my perfume as it lingers on my skin. Taste my mouth as we kiss. Feel the softness of my lips, my yielding tongue.Experience my soft, gentle kisses on your neck, your shoulders, and your chest. Relax and enjoy as I kiss your arms, inside your elbows, the palms of your hands. Maintain eye contact with me as I suck each and every one of your fingers.

Relinquish control as I massage your back. Feel the cool sensation as I leave wet kisses on your spine. Feel my breasts crushed against your back as I try to press every inch of our bodies together. Breathe deeply; inhale the aroma of the candles, the oil I use to massage you, my arousal as my passion builds for you. Turn over and face me. Tingle with anticipation as my hands move slowly back up the fronts of your legs, your thighs.

Ache with need as my mouth kisses and licks your torso, carefully avoiding your pussy with the exception of my hot breath. Describe the sensation to me as I lick and gently suck your tits. Tell me how it feels as I lick the head of your clit and make it glisten. Watch me as I swallow your juices, licking you, sucking you, stroking you, blowing your mind. Scream out my name as I bring you to the verge of orgasm and stop.

Experience the need to have me, be inside of me, to fuck me. Look at me. Notice every detail of my body: my bedroom eyes, my full lips, my long arms and fingers, the swell of my breasts slowly rising and falling, the contrast of my nipples, and full hips, my smooth, long, brown legs and tiny ankles, the high arch of my foot and my perfectly pedicured toes.

Make me need you. Press your body onto mine, laying your weight upon me. Whisper all the naughty things you want to do. Kiss me passionately; long, hard and wet. Let me know that you want me, all of me, and only me. Feel my passion for you build as you fondle and caress my breasts, pinching my nipples, cupping them in your hands.

Watch my excitement build as you lower your mouth to my breasts nursing them like a baby, sucking them like a woman hungry with desire. Lick them all over, use your tongue like a sensual paintbrush.

Feel the heat from between my legs, spread them. Examine that part of me that makes me a woman. Notice how aroused I become at even the most gentle stimulation. Touch me softly and watch me writhe in pleasure. Spread my lips apart, feeling my wetness flow. Smell my sex, natural and sweet. Invade me with your fingers. Manipulate that vacant and slippery space with skill. Make me give you my surrender. Invade me with your tongue. Taste me, eat me, lick me, suck me.

And then calmly reassure me of your love. Look deeply into my eyes and let me know that everything will be fine, that you will take care of me, that I dont need to be afraid. And with the hunger of a starving woman, the thrill of the first time…………penetrate me. Close your eyes and feel our bodies become one. Experience my gift to you.

Make love to me. Slow, steady. hard, deep. Drive your fingers up inside me over and over again. Make me scream with pleasure and ecstasy divine. Fuck me until our bodies are glistening with sweat. Feel my pussy grab you and pull you deep inside of me. Tell me how tight and wet and hot I am and how good my pussy makes you feel. Faster …Deeper. Experience the addiction of pleasure over take your body. . Dont move, dont move, DONT MOVE. Just enjoy the experience of making love to me ................

reaching out

2007-05-14T17:37:00.000+02:00

Is this the reason why u were asking whether I'd be on yesterday? This isnt just beautiful, its touching i swear i cried when i read it coz that is my reality, i wonder if its yoz too...

i have put on a mask of being this happy eternal-child.people cud neva imagine half of the things that have happened to me in my very short life-rape, abuse (in all forms), from both my parents and patners, backstabbing friends, u see having those u put yo trust in turn out to be lookin out to nake the best for themselves out of yo heartache, etc

all i ever wanted was for someone to love me for me, accept me as i am-im a very loving and caring person maybe too much so maybe that's been my down fall

I've also refused to stop believing in love-its a force too strong and important to lock outI hope yo prayer is answered and u find the beautiful soul that has the key to yo soul so that u no longer have to trudge along life without yo spirit I know that pain, for though i have tried to regain mine, it was never so fully and i lose a bit of it every tym my heart breaks the sad thing is with matters of the heart, the healing has to be internal firsbut it almost always requires for there to be a person who's willing to stick it out with u, see u thru, love u thru pain-u know love the pain away

I wish nothing less for u if this is yo reality and i hope their soul is beautiful enough to deserve yo amazing one

Terribly missing you and wishing u the best in all u do: SL

about me

2007-05-14T13:02:00.000+02:00

About me
Energetic lesbian, controversial, I love singing it always puts me in a better mood, so if u have an old MP3, Im the person to donate it to!
Cooking is a passion and I do know how to!
Love good wine
It might be surprising but i do love the outdoors but i prefer comfort though i have roughed it up before.
Choose to look beyond a person's skin colour, beliv that its a huge waste of time being racist
I'm attracted to a person's intellect more than anything.
Sense of humour doesn't hurt but u dont have to force it,
after all, a brainless comedian tells stupid, hurtful jokes that drive yo true friends away
and now u know 0.1% of me
GOOD LUCK IN FINDING OUT THE REST!!!!!!!
MORE ABOUT ME
I love engaging in intellectually stimulating conversations whilst enjoying a good bottle of wine and staring intently into the eyes of a charming woman.
On another day it might be a social sixpack of ciders and some soft-core lip-wrestling.
I love eating out but I'm a great cook myself and I enjoy cooking for my significant other.
I have a wonderful sense of humour. I'm quite adventurous when my care-free spirit takes over- (naah, its just my "chicken" levels that decrease- hee hee!!)
I'm a woman of many talents (hint-hint!)and I have a multi-layered personality.
I'm attracted to many different types of women but most of all they must believe in themselves; be fun to be around and not be moody(unless of couse it's PMS-that I can understand!).Also, they mustn't hold back on the charming and the romancing.
I'm very out about my orientation but I'm not butch.
I'm the type of girl to "go-steady"/"settle-down" with and still NOT feel like u have, coz the fun never stops and neither does the exciting lovemaking.

Favourite SA Celeb
Khanyi Dhlomo-Mkhize former editor of True Love, presently the South African Tourism Ambassador in Paris, France and she is just gorgeous
Lebo –my boo—rest in peace

5 things I can't live without
Panache - perfume spray
Innoxa - beauty products
a woollen shawl my granny made for me

Things that make me smile
an intense orgasm
everytym that Undertaker or HBK snatch a win
John Cena acting like a baby throwing tantrums

Things that make me cry
an overwhelmingly intense orgasm

Things that make me scared
im most scared of the things that i cant see like dark, evil forces and stuff, ironic, snce i enjoy scary movies the most

I LIKE PEOPLE WHO HAVE / ARE:
*good sense of humour
*confident
*charming - I wanna be swept off my feet
*has varied interests
*adventurous
*a little (or lot) naughty
*person who doesn't act too grown up and serious
*may be open to travelling; camping; etc.
*must love braais
*not scared to try new things
*warm; caring; loving and kind
*experimental in bed