Okay, okay...I "borrowed" this from Being Brazen...read her blog *no 'ah moms'*...and thought I'd play some Q&A for the day:
So how does this go down...I answer the random questions as per the below and you get toanswer the questions via the very useful 'comment' box! You may be wondering, 'well what the hell for?!?'...my response is this: just do it, you'll make me smile :)
1. Today I feel... drained and tired! (this isn't getting off to a great start!)
2. Last night I...made a yummy mushroom and creme fraiche pasta, watched some telly (CSI Miami a la Horatio Cane) and fell into bed...*bliss*
3. Quote of the week: mmm...“Envy is an insult to oneself.” Yevgeny Yevtushenko...I read this just now and thought it was pretty rad!
3. Song you keep listening to lately: Love lost by The Temper Trap
4. Currently I spend too much time... searching for a flat and getting flight quotes to Sydney online!
5. Favourite item of clothing at the moment?...*just one...eek*...erm...my denim-like long T from Woolies...so comfortable and super soft. It makes me happy!
6. If I got a tattoo tomorrow I would want it to be... the word 'love' in Sanskrit...there's something about a timeless emotion and the oldest language in the world that makes my bum hum!
And there we go...*happy feelings*...what's your Q&A for the day?!?
Over & out
KaB
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
**I heart Flyboy**
Usually every Monday is greeted with painful "so what did you get up to this weekend" questions multiplied by about 100 times depending on how many people you mistakenly bump into enroute to your desk! (depending on how your drunken night played itself out a la some random dude in the dark corner of a club...one may not want to remember...I wonder if the above-mentioned people ever thought about that before they asked the question...*maybe we don't want to recall, or to be more apt...perhaps we can't in which case we don't want to seem like some drunken whorish go-getter?!?)
Sis, I'm being ugly now *slaps self on wrist*
***side note: am not a drunken, whorish go-getter...just a tipsy, drool-ridden, knee-wobbling fool***
My answer to the weekend question is this...
I did what every eager 6 year old little boy in Cape Town did...I went to the International Airshow at Ysterplaat and spent...oh let me count...1, 2...6 hours watching aeroplanes and helicopters do flick flacks midair with the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of an over-excited audience...*who all left with a crooked neck, might I just add! This was my first and last time of ever going to an airshow and if it weren't for the highlight of the day, I'd have probably said it should've been something I'd have done when I was 8 and impressionable with an unclear future ahead of me *imagines self as fighter pilot amid enemy fire...ah...and Maverick is my boyfriend*.
Said highlight was a real-life version of Tom Cruise a la Top Gun...I was merrily walking through the various 'show' hangers with all the bombs and bullets and army truck stuff that really doesn't get the juices flowing, when a beautiful specimen caught my eye...he was tall, sported the short 'I'm in the army so stare at me' haircut, had the airforce uniform on (I imagined doing sexy time in that uniform) and wore the required aviation glasses for good measure. He was American (my ears perked up when I heard this) and I literally followed my 'Flyboy' through the crowds to his plane...'The Guardian Angel'...if it weren't for our imaginary shexy time in his hot one-piece uniform, I'd have vomitted cheese at the sight of this!
If ever a girl wanted a R-Rated fantasy to come true it was me in that moment with my Flyboy in the cargo hold thingie of 'The Guardian Angel'...*sigh*
The airshow was pretty cool though...if you're into jets and Griffons and Hawks and swashbuckling sword fights...*wait...wrong imaginary story*...then, like every boy that attended the show, you'd have been in your element! And because I'm a girl and not really into these things, I was just happy with the jets!
Well...just happy with the jets and more and more mesmerized by my superman Flyboy!
So...how was your weekend?!?
Over and out!
KaB
Sis, I'm being ugly now *slaps self on wrist*
***side note: am not a drunken, whorish go-getter...just a tipsy, drool-ridden, knee-wobbling fool***
My answer to the weekend question is this...
I did what every eager 6 year old little boy in Cape Town did...I went to the International Airshow at Ysterplaat and spent...oh let me count...1, 2...6 hours watching aeroplanes and helicopters do flick flacks midair with the 'oohs' and 'aahs' of an over-excited audience...*who all left with a crooked neck, might I just add! This was my first and last time of ever going to an airshow and if it weren't for the highlight of the day, I'd have probably said it should've been something I'd have done when I was 8 and impressionable with an unclear future ahead of me *imagines self as fighter pilot amid enemy fire...ah...and Maverick is my boyfriend*.
Said highlight was a real-life version of Tom Cruise a la Top Gun...I was merrily walking through the various 'show' hangers with all the bombs and bullets and army truck stuff that really doesn't get the juices flowing, when a beautiful specimen caught my eye...he was tall, sported the short 'I'm in the army so stare at me' haircut, had the airforce uniform on (I imagined doing sexy time in that uniform) and wore the required aviation glasses for good measure. He was American (my ears perked up when I heard this) and I literally followed my 'Flyboy' through the crowds to his plane...'The Guardian Angel'...if it weren't for our imaginary shexy time in his hot one-piece uniform, I'd have vomitted cheese at the sight of this!
If ever a girl wanted a R-Rated fantasy to come true it was me in that moment with my Flyboy in the cargo hold thingie of 'The Guardian Angel'...*sigh*
The airshow was pretty cool though...if you're into jets and Griffons and Hawks and swashbuckling sword fights...*wait...wrong imaginary story*...then, like every boy that attended the show, you'd have been in your element! And because I'm a girl and not really into these things, I was just happy with the jets!
Well...just happy with the jets and more and more mesmerized by my superman Flyboy!
So...how was your weekend?!?
Over and out!
KaB
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Flirting insanity!
Very few things make me nervous, intrigued and quite aware of myself other than flirting and being flirted with. It's like a sudden fire blitzes it's way up, up and away from the depths of my being right up into my two very visible pink cheeks...it's like I'm awash with scarlet red.
Oddly enough the first thing I think about is 'shit, I was eating all those yummies just now...wonder if I've got anything stuck in my teeth...oh god, oh god, oh god...my smile, it's getting bigger as each second ticks by......fuuuuuuck...I'm sure he can see that something stuck just over there'...and with that I start fiddling around with my tongue sans fingers trying to remain perfect in every...way...possible...cue: purple face!
*can't breathe!
Second thoughts are 'I'm not drunk enough for this...' or '...oh god, I've had so much wine I've forgotten what he's been on about for the last 8 minutes'! And with that...I smile, nod and wave goodbye!
*more like he waves goodbye!
What a freak!
This one guy was being genuinely nice, and I was enchanted with my company of course, and all I could talk about was the fact that I come from a musical family and this and that and more music talent etc etc! He needed to wee..."eventually"...and with that I stood facing a bunch of strangers minus one very important, self-preserving drink!
Cue: more wine!
And so it went on.
Come Saturday I was back on the funbus having a rip-roaring 'spontaneous' night out and about when I decided that I had not had a sufficient amount of self-deprecation and continued on the path of scarlet red to my next 'pouncee'...actually he was part of the 'partay' so it was part and parcel, and apparently I was:
a) not onto a bad thing, and
b) had quite a good response!
The entire 'partay' came to an abrupt end when literally everyone fell over and went to bed! Basically, I ran out of time!
*huh*
I did get a kiss on the cheek and an invitation out again...*not reading much into that judging on how useless I have become!
I need 'Coming Right 101' all over again...what a crock of shit! This should be easy...not completely useless and to the point that I have become completely useless at this!
Usually my wit, intelligence and lips help me along...*humpf...more wine!
You're welcome to chime in and give me a pointer or two! Perhaps a number of a gigalo should you feel I am so far off of base that this is my only chance at sanity! Please, not Deuce...I prefer Richard Gere a la 'An officer and a Gentleman'!
Over and out!
KaB
Oddly enough the first thing I think about is 'shit, I was eating all those yummies just now...wonder if I've got anything stuck in my teeth...oh god, oh god, oh god...my smile, it's getting bigger as each second ticks by......fuuuuuuck...I'm sure he can see that something stuck just over there'...and with that I start fiddling around with my tongue sans fingers trying to remain perfect in every...way...possible...cue: purple face!
*can't breathe!
Second thoughts are 'I'm not drunk enough for this...' or '...oh god, I've had so much wine I've forgotten what he's been on about for the last 8 minutes'! And with that...I smile, nod and wave goodbye!
*more like he waves goodbye!
What a freak!
This one guy was being genuinely nice, and I was enchanted with my company of course, and all I could talk about was the fact that I come from a musical family and this and that and more music talent etc etc! He needed to wee..."eventually"...and with that I stood facing a bunch of strangers minus one very important, self-preserving drink!
Cue: more wine!
And so it went on.
Come Saturday I was back on the funbus having a rip-roaring 'spontaneous' night out and about when I decided that I had not had a sufficient amount of self-deprecation and continued on the path of scarlet red to my next 'pouncee'...actually he was part of the 'partay' so it was part and parcel, and apparently I was:
a) not onto a bad thing, and
b) had quite a good response!
The entire 'partay' came to an abrupt end when literally everyone fell over and went to bed! Basically, I ran out of time!
*huh*
I did get a kiss on the cheek and an invitation out again...*not reading much into that judging on how useless I have become!
I need 'Coming Right 101' all over again...what a crock of shit! This should be easy...not completely useless and to the point that I have become completely useless at this!
Usually my wit, intelligence and lips help me along...*humpf...more wine!
You're welcome to chime in and give me a pointer or two! Perhaps a number of a gigalo should you feel I am so far off of base that this is my only chance at sanity! Please, not Deuce...I prefer Richard Gere a la 'An officer and a Gentleman'!
Over and out!
KaB
Friday, September 10, 2010
**Note**..."It's Rhino month - DStv joins media fight"
http://www.bizcommunity.com/Article/196/422/52041.html
Check out this link peoples who care...basically it comes down to this very important point:
"More than 90% of Africa's rhinos live in South Africa, where conservation methods have achieved great success since the 1970s. However, organised poaching has increased dramatically over the past two years. The plight of the rhino in South Africa is being widely reported, as the threat of rhino poaching in the country is at its highest level, with the population of rhino being reduced, according to recent reports.
Through both on-air promotions and magazine advertising, DStv viewers are encouraged to SMS 'Heroes' to 38215, to raise funds for the Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Park in KwaZulu-Natal, one of the rhino programs supported by Save the Rhino International. Each SMS costs R10 and after network and admin fee deductions, the balance will be donated to the charity. The campaign will run until 5 November 2010."
And don't forget...'Rhino Day' is on 22 September 2010...so dust off those vuvuzelas you packed away and get blowing for the rhinos!!!
Over and out!
KaB
Check out this link peoples who care...basically it comes down to this very important point:
"More than 90% of Africa's rhinos live in South Africa, where conservation methods have achieved great success since the 1970s. However, organised poaching has increased dramatically over the past two years. The plight of the rhino in South Africa is being widely reported, as the threat of rhino poaching in the country is at its highest level, with the population of rhino being reduced, according to recent reports.
Through both on-air promotions and magazine advertising, DStv viewers are encouraged to SMS 'Heroes' to 38215, to raise funds for the Hluhluwe-iMfolozi Park in KwaZulu-Natal, one of the rhino programs supported by Save the Rhino International. Each SMS costs R10 and after network and admin fee deductions, the balance will be donated to the charity. The campaign will run until 5 November 2010."
And don't forget...'Rhino Day' is on 22 September 2010...so dust off those vuvuzelas you packed away and get blowing for the rhinos!!!
Over and out!
KaB
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Rhino poaching accused get bail: News24: South Africa: News
Rhino poaching accused get bail: News24: South Africa: News
Seriously, this is absolutely bizarre and yet another indication that animals have no rights in South Africa! These men have been linked to 8 other rhino poaching incidents yet they find themselves free and able to go out and kill more rhinos?!? These pigs are going to disappear off the face of the earth and won't get punished...they're going to continue killing rhinos and poach their horns for a tiny portion of what they're actually worth!
If SANPARKS and the Lead Rhino Summit had any clue, they'd go for the heart and find the syndicates operated by the Chinese! Horns are worth $250 000 in the Asian market...we should be out there finding the suppliers and stockists and cutting their noses off...then shoot them 17 times all over their body and let them die in a pool of their own blood!
Seriously...when will something be done, this is just ridiculous and I can't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of these operations!
Wish people would stop caring about material objects and rubbish that lasts a season and concentrate on saving the planet, it's animals and the things generations to come will cherish!
Over and out!
KaB
Seriously, this is absolutely bizarre and yet another indication that animals have no rights in South Africa! These men have been linked to 8 other rhino poaching incidents yet they find themselves free and able to go out and kill more rhinos?!? These pigs are going to disappear off the face of the earth and won't get punished...they're going to continue killing rhinos and poach their horns for a tiny portion of what they're actually worth!
If SANPARKS and the Lead Rhino Summit had any clue, they'd go for the heart and find the syndicates operated by the Chinese! Horns are worth $250 000 in the Asian market...we should be out there finding the suppliers and stockists and cutting their noses off...then shoot them 17 times all over their body and let them die in a pool of their own blood!
Seriously...when will something be done, this is just ridiculous and I can't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of these operations!
Wish people would stop caring about material objects and rubbish that lasts a season and concentrate on saving the planet, it's animals and the things generations to come will cherish!
Over and out!
KaB
Friday, September 3, 2010
Game conservation in Africa: Horns, claws and the bottom line
http://www.economist.com/node/16941705?story_id=16941705
For a real interesting read on game conservation in Africa, with particular mentions of rhino conservation, read the above link. It's quite a debatable piece with arguments from all sides, illustrating just how difficult the battle is to conserve Africa's wildlife. With economic factors, increasing populations and ridiculous Chinese traditions (that I loathe and detest and will gladly comment on as barbaric and pathetic) our animals that we treasure have a very difficult future ahead of them unless we really put our heads together and bring about a change for the benefit of all concerned!
Happy reading and please let me know your thoughts on this!
Over and out!
KaB
For a real interesting read on game conservation in Africa, with particular mentions of rhino conservation, read the above link. It's quite a debatable piece with arguments from all sides, illustrating just how difficult the battle is to conserve Africa's wildlife. With economic factors, increasing populations and ridiculous Chinese traditions (that I loathe and detest and will gladly comment on as barbaric and pathetic) our animals that we treasure have a very difficult future ahead of them unless we really put our heads together and bring about a change for the benefit of all concerned!
Happy reading and please let me know your thoughts on this!
Over and out!
KaB
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
The digits of doom!
*Cue 'Psycho' tune!
I drunk dialled!
There...it's out there in the universe, I am throwing that negative energy out there and away from me! And I am NOT proud of it!
I hate the fact that I get ever so slightly emotional once every few months and throw myself wholly into a random, stupid little thought and inevitably cause a step backwards in the wrong direction by actioning the said thought!
I am left pondering, why?!?
Yes, of course I miss him...it's the good things that I miss and it's completely, utterly normal! It's when I hear a song or am at a place that reminds me of these good times that I plummet into a brief 5 minute history lesson and put the past on playback!
All I know is that messaged him...and said 'I miss you...*something else which I can't remember for the life of me*...I really miss you'...that's it, that's what I said.
For what reason?!? It's not like I expect anything in return and more importantly, I don't want anything from him.
So why do I put myself right back in this hurtful situation and doom myself to a few minutes of sadness, and sometimes tears, with absolutely no reason at all?
I don't understand being a woman sometimes...*very odd! Perhaps you can enlighten my stupidity?!?
Ah well...my punishment for the day is walking around with a BIG 'L' on my forehead and knowing that he probably thinks that I'm very much the loser that he dropped!
Forward march to greener pastures...where's the wine, thanks?!?
Over and out!
KaB
I drunk dialled!
There...it's out there in the universe, I am throwing that negative energy out there and away from me! And I am NOT proud of it!
I hate the fact that I get ever so slightly emotional once every few months and throw myself wholly into a random, stupid little thought and inevitably cause a step backwards in the wrong direction by actioning the said thought!
I am left pondering, why?!?
Yes, of course I miss him...it's the good things that I miss and it's completely, utterly normal! It's when I hear a song or am at a place that reminds me of these good times that I plummet into a brief 5 minute history lesson and put the past on playback!
All I know is that messaged him...and said 'I miss you...*something else which I can't remember for the life of me*...I really miss you'...that's it, that's what I said.
For what reason?!? It's not like I expect anything in return and more importantly, I don't want anything from him.
So why do I put myself right back in this hurtful situation and doom myself to a few minutes of sadness, and sometimes tears, with absolutely no reason at all?
I don't understand being a woman sometimes...*very odd! Perhaps you can enlighten my stupidity?!?
Ah well...my punishment for the day is walking around with a BIG 'L' on my forehead and knowing that he probably thinks that I'm very much the loser that he dropped!
Forward march to greener pastures...where's the wine, thanks?!?
Over and out!
KaB
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