I attended another funeral today - people are just dropping dead all around. Last night Ordinary Guy was joking about doing just that today...it doesn't seem so funny any more, at all (not that it was that much funnier last night either). You know what really annoys the crap out of me? When women sit in a funeral home and decide to have their own conversations and catch-up sessions while the body is still lying there on the floor right in front of them - they're laughing and joking and having a merry old time, while the deceased is still surrounded by a shocked and grieving family. I don't understand how people can have so little respect for the dead. Do they forget that they will one day be lying in that exact same spot? It disgusts me. And, I discovered, I am still incapable of tears.
On a lighter note, Ordinary Guy is appalled at me (I don't blame him). See, I don't know our National Anthem. (Yes, I hang my head in shame). How many of you South African's out there know it though? Chances are probably only 3 out of every 10 Pinus Followers (and that too is being optimistic). It's abominable, truly. How can we call ourselves proudly South African? (Ok, in all honesty, I'm not really - I'm just sort of indifferent at the moment). But, we do live in a beautiful country despite all the nitty-gritty drama that goes on and as Ordinary Guy put it, "I love South Africa - it's the only country in the world, where people strike, for fun!!!"
And on a different wave-length all together, you know that sinking feeling you get when you realise that you're running out of your favourite perfume? Yeah, I felt that this morning. Not only that, but my favourite pair of sneakers is dying out on me too (my mother will probably celebrate its demise), I, however, am just trying to wring out as many wears as I can before it completely falls apart and I have to chuck it in the can - I won't even be able to give it away, it will be beyond all use by that time. The worst part is, I can't even remember where I bought these from, so a replacement pair isn't even an option...besides, these are the ones with all my memories of RetardLove.
Speaking of which! I spoke to Lin last night! (insert huge, larger than life, grin here). Oh, it's quite a thing to be able to have an entire conversation in sarcasm - refreshing really. It's going to be his and Bean's two year anniversary soon, and I can still remember the very first day I ever met him. If you haven't heard the legend of Sweaty Palms and the Death of Justin Bieber , I suggest you hit the link already. Lin, Lin, Lin...I miss the games of squash, I miss the random chocolates (and rations), I miss the hugs - but most of all, I miss our epic conversations.
On a lighter note, Ordinary Guy is appalled at me (I don't blame him). See, I don't know our National Anthem. (Yes, I hang my head in shame). How many of you South African's out there know it though? Chances are probably only 3 out of every 10 Pinus Followers (and that too is being optimistic). It's abominable, truly. How can we call ourselves proudly South African? (Ok, in all honesty, I'm not really - I'm just sort of indifferent at the moment). But, we do live in a beautiful country despite all the nitty-gritty drama that goes on and as Ordinary Guy put it, "I love South Africa - it's the only country in the world, where people strike, for fun!!!"
And on a different wave-length all together, you know that sinking feeling you get when you realise that you're running out of your favourite perfume? Yeah, I felt that this morning. Not only that, but my favourite pair of sneakers is dying out on me too (my mother will probably celebrate its demise), I, however, am just trying to wring out as many wears as I can before it completely falls apart and I have to chuck it in the can - I won't even be able to give it away, it will be beyond all use by that time. The worst part is, I can't even remember where I bought these from, so a replacement pair isn't even an option...besides, these are the ones with all my memories of RetardLove.
Speaking of which! I spoke to Lin last night! (insert huge, larger than life, grin here). Oh, it's quite a thing to be able to have an entire conversation in sarcasm - refreshing really. It's going to be his and Bean's two year anniversary soon, and I can still remember the very first day I ever met him. If you haven't heard the legend of Sweaty Palms and the Death of Justin Bieber , I suggest you hit the link already. Lin, Lin, Lin...I miss the games of squash, I miss the random chocolates (and rations), I miss the hugs - but most of all, I miss our epic conversations.
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