A wedding- cake-in-the-middle-of-the-road

It was by coincidence that this blog title was scheduled in the same week of the royal wedding. Will and Kate got engaged on the 16^th of November but the announcement of it was only done some time this year.

This is probably what their cake would look like

The Royal couple got married on the 29^th of April 2011. Kate’s wedding dress was a very well-kept secret and my thoughts are that the royal wedding cake will also be a very well-kept secret. This point’s out that there is no wedding-cake-in-the-middle-of-the-road.

A cake in the middle of the road to ME literally means that the cake was out in the open for everyone to see/taste of. So because there royal wedding cake was not seen by the public and/or tasted by the public, I declare that there is NO wedding-cake-in-the-middle-of-the-road.

I dislike . . .

It makes me grumpy

I dislike getting wet and cold from the rain,

I dislike it when it is really uncomfortably hot (makes me feel sticky),

I dislike it when students on our campus use the pc’s for Facebook or YouTube when I am in a hurry to email an assignment,

I dislike complicated situations (it confuses me),

I dislike difficult assignments (yet i love a challenge),

I dislike people who believe the world revolves around them,

I dislike smelly stuffy places (it is just not fun),

I dislike losing (yet I’m not a sore loser),

I dislike washing dishes, especially greasy pots & pans,

I dislike waiting in long queues (such a waste of time),

I dislike it when you’re in a clothing store and some old lady asks for your assistance with a pants or top size,

Tasteless food!!

I dislike naggy, needy boring people,

I dislike burnt food (it as a weird taste about it),

I dislike arrogant, know-it-all, 'I have what you want' type of guys,

I dislike skinny chicks, who complain to ME about being fat,

I dislike the smell of chunky carrot, sour beef scented vomit (or any type of vomit for that matter)

I dislike virgin cocktails (i believe you go hard or you go home).



It is a poor idea to lie to yourself

This is a statement I agree to disagree with. Why you may ask? Well I would think it is a poor idea to lie to yourself because if you lie to yourself you are more likely to lie to others then. I would like to add that lying to yourself is a good idea, rather than lying to others (excluding white lies).

Besides white lies (only for the good of either individuals) I do not recommend lying to anyone, as I believe in karma (to a certain extent) and someone else will end up lying to you. I say this as I believe in honesty is the best policy, yet this is only a little story, written by me, for you to read.

Parents

This group of people are known as our life-givers, our money providers, the bread-winners, our security guards, our punishers and etc. One thing about parents is that even though they piss us off so much they still love us unconditionally.

We all go through a stage in ourselves when we do not do anywhere without our parents, and we needed them for everything. When we became teenagers, we could not stand our parents and got very annoyed by them. We did not like them but still expected them to give us money. When we move out we still need money but now that they are not around we wish every minute that they were with us.

My point is although parents may piss us off to the point where you never want to see them again or you tell them they are stupid we should appreciate them while they are still around. This story may not apply to everyone but once again this is little stories, written by me, for you to read.

These are my parents :)

Confused and alone

She was told “Your mommy went to visit Jesus” . . . .which for a 9 year-old girl was the polite way of saying “Your mom has died”. The girl was confused as she knew her mom would not visit anyone without her and that she knew Jesus was in heaven. She spent the rest of the day, laughing and playing (sadly she thought her mom would return after the visit).

As it came to the day of her mom’s funeral, she by then knew that her mom was going to be six-foot under and still did not mind (as she continued to be a happy, cheerful girl she was born as). She was confused as to why people were pouring their eyes out and why they would be that sad, because surely she should be the one crying. She walked ahead of her mom’s coffin with a big smile on her face, trying to hide the confusion. Slowly she started feeling alone.

As she stood at her mom’s grave, she looked at everyone there . . . it finally hit her . . .she was going be alone. She then burst into tears for the first time after her mom had died, this was the end of her confusion. A while afterwards she blamed everything that went wrong like failing a test on her mom that died. Alone is what it was like every time she needed comfort/ someone to lean onto felt like. Alone when she saw her friends’ mom pick her up from school . . . then running into her arms, the joy in her friends’ eyes tore her apart.

Today that lady is no longer alone . . .that lady may just be slightly confused on life changing decisions. Although she may never know what it is like to cuddle with a mom, she surrounds herself with herself with people who make her day worth living for.

The sound of one hand clapping

I love sound . . . . whether it is the sound of music, the sound of water, the sound of your lover heartbeat, the sound of birds chirping in the morning and even the sound of nothing (which is creepy). I have to admit that, before I continue, the sound of one hand clapping is a sound I have yet to hear. I tried to imagine what it would sound like and I am pretty sure it sounds like the sound of nothing.

I am familiar with the joyous clapping of a group of people which is usually referred to as an applause. An applause to me is a sign of approval. A ‘congratulations’ is what an applause sounds like. But the sound of one hand clapping I would say is silent, it is lonely and saying it even sounds lost and cold.

Not all who wander are lost

Not all who wander are lost . . . very true, because they could just be wandering but know where they are going. I want to move away from the word wander to the word wonder, "Not all who wonder are lost".

Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I don’t.

Sometimes I’m lost, sometimes I’m not.

Sometimes I wonder about being lost and

Sometimes I’m lost due to wondering.

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Do I wonder because I’m lost, or I am lost therefore I wonder? I’m not always lost but I do wonder. I wonder but I’m not lost. I wonder about wondering whether I’m lost or just wondering sometimes.

Because of this this topic I found myself wondering, wondering what to write. I was lost, lost about what angle to take, which brought me back to wondering. I guess not all who wander are lost, but I admit to being lost therefore I wonder.

Who is that

This is a very well-known phrase all over the world, and this is officially featuring in my blog J. When we find ourselves saying ‘who is that’, we usually want to find out more about that specific person. Today I have had to ask myself that question, and the answer could only be answered by me (obviously).

Who is that? That is a young-hearted woman, a 22 year old Namibian who wants to be South African, she is a Btech Public Relations Management student at the Cape Peninsula University of Technology and she loves sports, very basic as she is still trying to find that out for herself.

I am the best, I am perfect, and come to think of it the world revolves around me, yes me. With confidence I can say that is exactly who I am not. Firstly, I believe there is no such thing as being the best (you can only be great at doing something) and secondly I know that no-one is prefect (we all have flaws) and thirdly the world revolves around no-one but an axis (that we can’t see) on a daily basis.

Who is that? That is a hard worker, who works well under pressure with taking interest and pride in her work, with a personality to match. That is a loyal team player, passionate about sport of which soccer and inline-hockey are one of her favourites.  That young woman is cheerful, lovable and considers herself as the ‘speak when spoken to’ kind of person.

I believe in basking in the efforts of trying, because there is no such thing as I cannot do it. I firmly believe in work before play, because ‘we reap the seeds we sow’. I believe in doing what we love, as that’s when we do it with meaning. I am afraid of being alone, of failure and although the ones I love will love me for who I am, I’m afraid of disappointing them.

Who is that? That is a young Namibian woman would like to be seen as a smart  goal-driven independent woman, who is a successful public relations practitioner for sports teams or even sports brands. That is someone who does not want to stop learning from inspiring people the world of sports and in the field of PR.

That is who I am.