Couldn’t resist this. I saw it on EM&CT’s blog but its creator is actually cathjenkin. So here we go:

Word for the week in my head is ‘I-need-to-get-laid.

Thought for the week in my head is my job and how I should not slack off too much. Get to work early, damn you!

Thing for the week in my life is my job and how I should not be a slacker.

Song for the week in my head is ‘something by Laurika Rauch. I’m so predictable.

Food for the week in my belly is Ouma Buttermilk Rusks

Colour for the week in my life is um…black?

Smile for the week on my face is that a fancy blogger linked to my other blog this week.

Blessing for the week in my heart is I have a  job that I hate but it pays the bills. “To jobs that pay the rent”


You’re excited because you’ll start your new job in two weeks’ time. That’s awesome. Well done. Even better, your plan to move out on your own will work – in January 2005. This is one of your more daring endeavours – you move into a flat you never even viewed. So typical of you, but something I admire.

So don’t hate your current job too much. Or try not to. It paid the bills for eight months. It paid Toby’s first-class train ticket for eight months, and your third-class train ticket for as many. But let’s not be bitter; he is a baby.

Enjoy the environment of your job while you can; in four years’ time you’ll wish for as good a working environment. But you’ll enjoy working at the new job, too. Enjoy it while it lasts. Much more I won’t say; it’s not good manners.

Very soon you’ll meet a girl who’ll become your BFFN (Best friend for now). I’m not so sure why you stayed friends for that long; you’re personalities are different. Very different. But it was a fun friendship.

I envy you. You’ve got so much going for you. Yes, even with Toby and his moods. If only this letter could reach you. I’d tell you to ditch him and find yourself someone better. But it won’t reach you. And it’ll take you a long time to get rid of him. Sorry about that. I wasn’t strong enough.

Oh, and good lord, chick. You have an amazing body. Do not stop exercising. You’ll be shocked that I weigh about 10 kilos more than you. But I’m going to the gym and starting to feel better. You’ll be surprised at many things I do these days. In many ways my life is better than yours. But in some small ways I wish I can have your life back. (But not really, it just feels that way.)

You’ll stop taking the bus home at night by the end of January. That’s when you’ll move into your bachelor flat in town. That day will be one of the happiest ones in your life. Once again I wish you could find this letter. You stay in town and yet you do not take advantage of it. You only go to work and that’s that. Ai tog. Chick, Toby’s manipulation has to stop. You are allowed to do things by yourself. I promise. There’s nothing wrong with that, you should know this without me telling you.

Anyway. I’ll stop ranting now. </end of rant> Oh that, that’s new. It’s very 2008. It’s a bit of HTML, which you’ll teach yourself in 2007. Don’t worry, you’ll get there. But I’m a bit tired now so I’ll say goodnight. Yes, this is my laptop. Only two more years and you’ll have one, too. 😉


Your future self.

Ag nee, Themba


So there I was one Thursday night (it was after 6pm, I think), having dinner at a fancy shmancy restaurant with someone. And then I notice Themba sitting next to us. Or, I think it was Themba. A sober Themba who’s sitting next to a pretty girl. Well, what can I say? Perhaps he’s always been sober when I’d bump into him on Long Street or Kloof Street or wherever, but he always seemed drunk to me. Agency copywriters, I tell you… They’re a different breed.

So anyway. I do the polite Cape Town thing: I try to make eye contact with him, but no, Themba ignores me. He pretends I do not exist. This didn’t upset me; we’re not really what you’d call friends. But it’s only polite to acknowledge the other person. Yes, even when you’re both on a date. Was I on a date? Um, yeah, I think so.

And one Saturday, at Nu Metro, the same thing happened with another of my casual acquaintances. This one, however, could be described as a semi-friend. We met when I still used to wear my gumboots (a.k.a Wellington). 😉 He took me out for coffee a couple of times, but because he was so much older than me, I stopped responding to his phone calls. I never knew he was married until some months later. Besides, he’s a well known film producer and I thought it’d be a good idea to befriend him. Networking, networking, networking.

So I see him standing at Nu Metro with two ladies. I once again try to catch his eye and to say “Hi, how are you. Haven’t seen you for ages.” But I didn’t. And, besides, I wasn’t sure whether he’d remember me, so I left it.

Why do men pretend other women do not exist when they’re with their significan others? But as soon as they’re alone, they’ll give me warm hugs and compliment me on how good I look and be all charming? Why change their behaviour just because they’re with someone? If I were dating someone and we bump into one of his friends or acquaintances, I’d want him to say hi to her. I wouldn’t feel threatened. Right?

There are so many people out there who do not ‘get’ me. They might think they do, but they don’t. So I’ll attempt to give you some practical tips on how to win my heart or friendship or both. I’ll also explain some of my behaviour.

  1. I’m not always talkative. My natural state is to be shy and quiet.
  2. I sometimes get the chills and let out involuntary shouts when that happens. It’s not you; it’s me.
  3. I do not like ice in my water or whisky.
  4. I do subtitles on everything. Yes, even on SATC.
  5. I’m messy. Deurmekaar soos klapperhaar.
  6. Forgetful is Tarah’s middle name. Keys, sunglasses, cellphone, there’s almost always something I forget to take with me.
  7. I have a volatile personality.
  8. I’m trying to sort out my finances, my living arrangements and my head. This means I’m forever frowning at some spot just above your head. It’s not you; it’s me.
  9. My self-control is getting better — I’m back at the gym and all. But that doesn’t mean it’ll be good forever. Most of the time I can’t spell self-control to save my life.