Monday, November 30, 2009

Grumble, Grumble

Is it just me or does it seem like everyone has their perfect job and they just love boasting about it. I know they're not really boasting about it and even if they are, I shouldn't begrudge them.

If I had my perfect job you can bet my Twitter update would be all about me being a princess. FYI, my ideal job is really to become a princess. Realistically it's to be a journalist.

It's probably just the Monday blues or my coworkers annoying the hell out of me. Some people need a serious lesson on personal space. I have mine, you have yours, they should not meet. But it's been one of those down days. I couldn't even find the energy to comment on other blogs. And that is like one of the things I look forward to the most.

I'm no doctor but I am prescribing listening to the Hairspray soundtrack on my way home. No one stays mad whilst listening to You Can't Stop The Beat. Then I think a trip to Woolies is in order. I'm thinking prawn chips or one of those fat free milkshakes. Finally I'm going to put on my pajamas and watch Glee.

I'm already feeling better.

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Monday's Mantra

This week is full of fabulous event.s
I believe I will start to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I'm addicted to Brothers & Sisters season 3.
I wish that light would come a little sooner.
I'm jealous of my niece for gets to go to the beach for a school outing while I work.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week This Little Light Of Mine.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Monday's Mantra - New Moon Edition

This week I will stalk the New Moon male cast.
I believe I'm too old to be perving over Taylor Lutner.
I'm addicted to Jacob Black's well-defined body.
I wish we didn't have to wait a whole year for the next movie.
I'm jealous of Bella, that ungrateful B%$&!
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week I Don't Care if Monday's Blue.

Have you guys seen the movie yet?

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I'm Going To Tell You A Secret...

It's no secret I just heart PostSecret. And now I've found something even better, French PostSecret. Obviously I had to turn on the translations. What I found when I did though, was surprising.

Some of the secrets are heart wrenchingly sad whilst others made my grin ear to ear.

Here are some of my favourites....

I want to die because I no longer believe in love.

On the subway I told you "You are very pretty." I was serious. I think you're the most beautiful person in the world.

I don't know what to do with these feelings.

I loved you from the first day. I think I will you forever.

Next German PostSecret!

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Things That I ♥ and Things That Bug Me - The Little Things Edition

Things That I ♥:

At the moment, nothing can beat a slice of crispy toast with a smooth layer of peanut butter and a latte for lunch. Munching on this while reading a Marian Keyes book is heaven. And a great way to relax when work is hard to handle.

Gossip Girl season three. Oh how I’ve missed Blair and Chuck. They really make the show. Serena’s okay but her outfits are a little slutty and she pulls this weird face when she’s trying to be all serious. And yeah for Hilary Duff! I totally loved Lizzie Maguire even though I was too old for it. But I couldn’t help it, the cartoon character was sooo cute. And I liked her platform sandals.

Christmas is around the corner. I am so excited to celebrate a Christmas in my own home. It’s definitely my favourite time of year. Everyone is happy and nice to each other. And I always get this warm, fuzzy feeling. I cannot wait to go shopping for the tree for the flat.

Finding the Cruel Intentions soundtrack when I thought I’d lost it. OMG, it is still as awesome as the first time I heard it.

Pringles…the salt ‘n’ vinegar flavour. Enough said.

Things That Bug Me

Grown-up mean girls. Seriously high school is over. Why do you have to say mean things to me to make you feel better. Can’t you just say it about a celebrity like the rest of us. You’re in your thirties so perhaps it’s time to grow up.

Not having the money to go shopping. An oldie but still a good one. I’m trying to save for Christmas presents so as a result, there are no new clothes or shoes this month.

My horoscope not making sense. Are good things on the way? I know it’s the person’s job to be cryptic but a little bit of a hint wouldn’t hurt.

Not having any more episodes of Glee. I need to know what happens next.

Creepy guys. Enough said.

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Monday's Mantra

This week is all about having faith.
I believe a latte can improve a Monday.
I'm addicted to Gossip Girl Season 3.
I wish I could go shopping.
I'm jealous of anyone who gets to kiss Chuck Bass.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the Week Cos I gotta have faith, faith, faith!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

An Open Letter...

I usually write these to people (famous and real) who either bug me like you wouldn't believe or those who make my heart all happy. This time, however, I feel I need to write one to myself.

I, like most other people, have a voice of reason inside my head. I, like most other people, chose to ignore it. This time I am listening...

The cheating on the diet needs to stop. You cannot go to gym and then reward yourself with a cheeseburger. We both know you didn't work out that long. Rather save the cheating for when you have just been paid and suddenly have so much money you want to waste it all on sweets. Or do it when someone at work is mean to you or you got cut off in traffic. Cos after those incidents who is going to begrudge you a chocolate or a packet of salt and vinegar crisps. If you work hard, it won't even be cheating, it'll be a reward.

The money thing. Yes, you're good that you always pay off your credit card, your rent and you put money aside for petrol. But all that left over money should be going into a savings account or investment pieces like a new bed or a deposit for a new car. You do not need to get lattes every morning. Yes, they are delicious. Yes, the Vida guys call you princess. It's not worth it. Getting lattes everyday just means you'll be spending more time at home with an empty fridge and no money to go out, watching SATC on repeat.

You can not pull off mini-skirts. You can rock dresses and low-cut things. Your boobs are great, they are the things that should be exposed. But those thighs are better left under a wrap dress or covered by bright stockings.

Christopher Bailey is gay. He will never love you. Stop. The. Obsession.

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Monday's Mantra

This week is about deciphering those cryptic clues.
I believe happiness can be brought about with some good music.
I'm addicted to House and munching on NikNaks.
I wish life could be one big musical. Mamma Mia anyone?
I'm jealous of no one this week.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Some things I cannot change. But until I try, I'll never know

Friday, November 6, 2009

Bloc Party - The Prayer

Still one of my all time fav songs.

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine them all

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle
I will outshine them all

Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays
Tonight I claim what s mine

Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you

Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle
I will outshine them all

Have a great weekend bitches!

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Something To Lift The Mood

Something Dexter sent me (originally from here):

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Running in Heels?

The job woes are coming through again. I’m starting to feel sad and unfulfilled in my current job. I’ve also started a list of things I’d do for a job at a magazine. Let me tell you the list is long. One thing not on that list is, “…would enter a reality TV show”. Don’t get me wrong, who doesn’t love The Hills or Project Runway but I don’t believe me running around in heels while I try and impress an ice queen editor is going to get me the job of my dreams.

In the fashion of Running in Heels and Stylista, South Africa will be starting its own reality TV show called Style Apprentice where the winner will receive a paid internship, a new wardrobe, a laptop, cellphone and all the right accessories. As per any reality show, the contestants will battle it out on camera. (Read more about it here).

All of this sounds great but will somehow it doesn’t sit well with me. In past experience, you always seem to need a good back story or really bitchy tendencies to compete in a reality show. While I can be a bitch, the rest of me is pretty boring and I’ll probably have to make it up to appeal to the viewers. Which might get ratings but there goes my credibility. Also this malarkey about the contestants being housed together while they compete it out, so not for me. If I’m competing for a job with six other girls, I’m going to need my own place. Particularly somewhere where I can go and cry after a hard day of sourcing clothes and answering phones.

Nevertheless this for some reason just doesn’t appeal to me. I know where I want to be and am trying to get there but this does not seem like the way. Any thoughts?

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Working For The Weekend

When the weather’s good (and you’ve just been paid), weekends tend to be fabulous. This weekend was one of those. On Saturday, with the gym being firmly ignored, we went to try out the new Lazari in the Cape Quarter. For some reason, breakfast is always better when you get an outside table and are surrounded by some beautiful people.

Then it was off to my niece’s birthday party. When it comes to kids, I always thought I’d had two, a girl named Boleyn and a boy called Conor. They’d be ridiculously good looking and smart and Boleyn wouldn’t have the hair problems I have to endure. I’d also send them to one of those uber posh schools and they’d learn five languages and do a collection of extra-curricular activities. Witnessing 25 kids high on sugar, dressed up for Halloween and fighting over cupcakes was enough to put that fantasy to rest. In the end though, aided by good food and lots of champagne, we managed to have a good time. This good time was spent behind a closed door, away from the noise and watching the 5th season of The Office.

Later that night, after some serious prepping, we headed out for some boy hunting. We decided that instead of complaining that no one loves us, we would be brave and make them love us. In other words, we would actually go up to guys and make the first move. This was a lot easier after we finished a bottle of champers and put on Wonder bras. The venue in question was The Dubliner, known to all of Cape Town as an awesome place to get drunk and dance to old music. This is also now known as boy hunting ground. Most of the patrons are foreign, which is great if you’re a sucker for accents. We danced the night away and then got kicked out when the lights came on and the last round was served. They say dancing is a good workout. Judging by the pain in my legs, we must have done the marathon equivalent. It shouldn’t be this hard to climb stairs. I’m hoping a gym session later will help.

Other highlights include an amazing steak lunch, some episodes of House and a party pack from Saturday’s party. Those were reason enough to go to a child’s birthday party!

Hope everyone else had a good one.

Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!

Monday's Mantra

This week the confidence is soaring.
I believe in settings goals and achieving them (well for this week at least).
I’m addicted to spinach and feta pie.
I wish he calls.
I’m jealous of anyone who gets close to Bradley Cooper. The boy is delish.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Old Time Rock ‘n Roll