Monday, March 22, 2010

Domestic violence.

i have landed. after a gruelling 13hour flight to Istanbul and an hour flight to Antalya i am sitting and blogging from the front stoep of Kemer's Magic life.

i have dehidrated myself with crying. up to the point where my face and hands were sticky with salt.i felt the Cape town sun on my face for the last time as the plain turned and watched the hood go by.

but enough of that. i want to speak about something that is more important than me, you or any coountry.something that i do not begin to understand or accept in any way.

"she loves him. he is the father of her child. and yet he picked up a knife and stabbed her in the back"
familiar? it happens more than you know.

i am dedicating this blog to woman who takes abuse everyday. emotionally and phisically. you need to stand up and fight. let your voice be heard. you need to send the bastard on his way before he takes your preciuos life. that's so worth living. Alcohol or drugs are no excuse. it is an easy way of blaming something else. a coward's way and mentality.

i dedicate this to every woman whom has had to lie about that blue eye in the morning or that broken bone for the upteenth time.

i dedicate this to every woman who has lost her life defending her child.

leave before he leaves you for death. you are worth so much more. Ask for help and you will be supported.
you need to realize he will not change.no matter how many presents. flowers or over seas trips he books. the monster will always be hiding inside waiting. wanting. needing.

just because you are not affected does not mean it does not happen and you can turn a blind eye. it is your job as a friend, a mother, a sister to do something. October is domestic violence awereness month. start thinking what your part will be.make a diffrence in 2010.

He who takes away your dignity. your humanity and self worth does not deserve second or third chances.

STOP VIOLENCE.

Friday, March 19, 2010

a james bond attitude.

i am scared. it has been established.
also the reason why is that i will be getting on a plane Sunday 21 March to depart to turkey.
.alone.
a black swan- it is beyond the normal realm of human expectation, it is unusual and peculiar. this is what 'alone' means to me. not so much that I'm a "hang on my mommy's dress" kind. I'm just very fond of human emotional contact and reassurance with a holding of the hand or even just a face. if you tell me where the light went , I'll tell you where it's from. yes alright i sometimes do have the backbone of a newborn rodeo star, but this is a big deal. and once again i got myself into trouble. the unknown. onseker. onstabiel.onsteld. ons-ons onder n boom.
watching a documentary last night of the boy who's skin fell off - a line that he said jumped out at me and caught me by the balls- that to accept what's to come you finally have to say goodbye.

thinking not just in the situation that I'm in , but also in relasionshits, in life, even in selling a home or a dream, this is played by everyday.

so Sunday i will hold my head up high and i will get on that plane ready to work. i presume i will be having a hangover though from drinking the night before. i hope. that will make it easier. so for all you bastards out there who'll miss my face? get skype.

(yes, i am crying while writing this. bugger off)


Desmond has a barrow in the market place
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond says to Molly girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand.

Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on
Obladi oblada life goes on bra
Lala how the life goes on.

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewellers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing.

In a couple of years they have built
A home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones.

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band.


And if you want some fun, take obladi blada.

the Beatles- Obladi oblada

Monday, March 15, 2010

the small things.






the small things.

bon voyage.

so in Turkey news today.Trix and sam will be flying Tuesday 16 March 2010. Natisha will be following when work permit is ready.






Thank you too everyone who made the effort of coming to the farewell thrown by us. it was an amazing night . Ending up at Mcdonalds at 4 in the morning and doing some quite daring bussiness in a car. made for a good last night.

Ramfest 2010.


Ramfest R350
Booze for the weekend +- R1000
Food +- R500
working in the sun from 08:00 till 21:oo at night. PRICELESS.

so as it worked out i went to Ramfest at the last minute.pleasantly surprised with an extra passenger that we bullied into the car, basically packed for her and gave her no choice. we were in this together, besides how hard would we have to work? oh how ignorance is bliss.

we arrived on Thursday. the comedy take out was our first night. with a buckle for a braai,butternut in the fire , " i have never" and anneke pouring us unholy shit vodka , beyond excited. and the drinking commenced while working out shifts, our team captain, Daniel was so
nice as to be the organized one. little did we know that these shifts would be changed to 13 hours later.
the first day was absolute chaos, with the sun making us her bitch and our feet and legs not working together after the tenth hour. and i lost my voice from all the screaming " twee Ann-kind" random shouting out of numbers became our communication way with a hanging cigarette from the corner of mouth-vibe.

but after our shift ended we headed up too the tent and started the party before Fokof took the stage at 00:00. i cried. i always cry with skynheilig, something about the lights,,being underneath the stars and the feeling of just complete brilliance. the night somewhat ended at about half past four in the morning with me , anneke,Daniel and buckle braking down tree's and making a fire. Because we just wanted too. sitting on the grovel talking about Hitler and Marie-Antoinette..
the next morning my alarm went off at 08:30 and buckle was suppose to be reporting for duty at 08:00. he was still sleeping quite soundly. a very "one-syllable" character in the morning that one. and one i got to know very well over the weekend..terrorising cars together and dancing to the Heuwels. i was excited to see Rudi again.a boy which i have grown very fond over, and he dominated the swimming pool with his SPF nose and beer in hand.shouting obscenities and laughing like just mister cronje can.


Once again we headed off to work a 13:oo minus one comrade, she had fallen to the flu and went home. siestog. the day was very interesting with us receiving a bomb threat( i still don't kn ow if they just picked on my gullible demure) four tents burned down and i think i consumed about 120 red bulls. but from 19:oo up until 00:00 my favourite bands were playing back to back starting with Taxi violence.i ended up loosing everyone because of the immense mass of people, so i retired to the tent.

Sunday was homeward bound but not before i laughed until my cheeks were hurting. blue-jol (blue tooth)and jol-toothe still makes me giggle randomly in a supermarket line.

the Naff- naff made a comeback. i got to meet amazing people with no skaam,i got to know some people better .i really felt at home with these guys. and fell in love with everyone of them.

here's to Ramfets 2011. All hail Mary. and if i ask you for your ticket , don't look at me like I'm asking you too undress i nay have already been working for 11hours and i might be unpredictable. just hand over the bloody thing.