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    Red Light seeks to partner with individuals and businesses in the fight against Human Trafficking in South Africa. The banquet is held in conjunction with a new initiative started by Red Light in collaboration with Paw Paw Productions with the goal of bringing Human Trafficking awareness/prevention training to thousands of schools in South Africa. The banquet is being held to raise funds

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I'm really in love with my husband at the moment.There you have it.Marriage is something amazing for those who get it right and Tim and got it right. I love that he's so funny and charming and so intelligent. My husband is without a doubt one of the smartest people I know.That being said he's also has the worst sense of toilet humour ever. As wonderful and smart as my husband is, somehow that

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My name is Jo-Anne Holroyd (formerly Jeevarathnam) and I’m South African. I’m also Indian. But I’m South African first and I’m in tears at all the South African Indians who seem to think they owe their undying allegience to India.Let’s think about this logically.In 1860, the batch of INDENTURED labourers from India arrived. Indians who were too poor or didn’t have enough in India to make it. In

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birthdaysSuch lovely things they are. I'm approaching mine with the same gusto and happiness that I always have but I can't help but think about all those nasty questions that keep popping up.Everyone thinks that hearing it from them will some how make more sense or suddenly make me change me mind in the 5 seconds that they speak to me.not gonna happen.moving on.I've enclosed some the link to a

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Much has been made in the media regards the Cape Town Sexpo. I get it I really do. But I don't really agree with the reason that Sexpo is being protested. Sexpo does not degrade women. The women cavorting up on that stage want to be up there. Arianna Star, the bore that she is, really does think that dropping milk all over herself and then licking it off the plastic sheet underneath her is sexy

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Oh what a week it has been.   The last week has been crazy. I got a new phone, some great new furniture for my bedroom (finally) saw Oasis live, and got pulled over by the police. But let’s start at the beginning.   Last week Thursday I breathed sighs of relief and literally felt the world moved off my shoulders as I read that Oasis plane had landed in JHB.  Friday was a world wind of

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I've come to a point where enough is enough.   Loyalty is an interesting thing. People who are loyal tend to expect the same returned to them and it can be quite a nasty shock when it's not returned.   The thing about me is that I have this thing of trying to keep everyone happy and if by chance I somehow disappoint someone, I try to make it up to them. Even if you don't think so, I do try keep

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Every South African blog has at some point or another discussedsomething that relates to race and the various never ending issuesthat surround it. I've done a few posts from what I'd like to think ofas a unique perspective.On Friday I found something new to be annoyed about and something thathas changed part of my perspective on the whole race deal. The lovelyIndian car guard helped the white

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The little Lord VoldermortHero Fiennes-Tiffin is the young nephew of the adult Voldermort. According the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince director David Yates, Hero was chosen based on his resemblance to his famous uncle. The Harry Potter franchise seems as though it's coming to an end. And despite publishers die hard attempts, Twilight is NOT a worth successor. The book trade however will

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feat OASISI've been a fan of Oasis for almost a decade. The first song I remember is Champagne Supernova and from there it was only all the way up. I've changed alot since hearing those first lyrics but my love for the band and their music has not changed.It's been a battle of wills to get to the place where I have both plane ticket and GOLDEN CIRCLE concert ticket but eventually my love of life

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Slumdog Millionaire is an award winning movie based on award winning book.The movie vs. the book debate has been around since the first movie based on a book. Sadly we live in a society where most people would rather see the movie than read the book. Personally for me, a book has so much more detail. And you never quite get a character in a movie the same way you do in a book. A movie is around 2

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Supposedly Highveld Stereo did a who a while ago mocking Indians.   RACISM.   The one thing we all have in common.  Having never heard the show I don’t that I’m in any position to comment and really what can I say that has not already been said on the forum’s of Biz Community. I do however think that the Indian community of South Africa got a raw deal. Speak like “an Indian” and you get

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... work together for the good of those who love God-those whom he has called according to his plan.Perhaps I'm being a bit over spiritual but in the last fer months I've learnt to just let it lie. I'm by no means perfect. I still stress over stuff. I still get upset by people's stupid comments. At the end of the day I still sometimes feel like I'm wearing a blue and white check dress with a

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  Sometimes in my life I feel like I have arrived. Sitting pretty where I want to be and moving in the general direction of forward.   And then there are times where I feel like the carpet has been pulled out from under my feet and it was a magic flying carpet and now I’m free falling at an alarming rate.   At times like those I’m grateful for Jeremiah 29:11  

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Valentine's day is just around the corner and while the world gets to ready to paint the town red. I sit here in quiet contemplation of love and what it means. Valentines Day is all very good and well, but like most things has become far tooo commercial. A friends asked me what I was doing for valentines day this year and my reply was that "I don't do valentines day, it's the female equivalent

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I am disappointed in Christian who does not live up to his name.But at the same time I think we need to take the situation in context. All we really have is this audio clip of Christian Bale making some sailors blush but we have no idea about how many times he had to do the scene or the time of day or any number of other things that may have set the lispy actor off on a tangent. But all of that

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I found this while doing random reading. I think it's got a good point.READ IF YOU DARE!!!! Dear Jamie I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Indian female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings

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the banana bread turned out FINE. it was the oven after all

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Back in the day before my two years of 8-5 employment, I was rather handy with a few baking ingredients and a good stove. Today marked what was meant to be my triumphant return to the baking arena.Alas at present this is not so. I'm very tempted to blame the oven. After all I have followed the instructions exactly. That is what I do. But the banana bread I put into the oven half an hour ago is

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too many to countSo the days have been passing by. I spent most of December (after my life altering situation) in front of the TV watching endless episodes of CSI. I now look for signs of crimes every where I go. The new year rolled in and EVERYONE went back to work. Except me. The jobless one. I stayed home and watched countless epsiodes of mindless drivel. Right at the top of the list would be

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There's been a lot going on in my life that I have not blogged about. In four months, life as I knew it changed drastically in ways that I could not have previously imagined. It all began in August last year. My laptop along with my mobile phone and my unborn child’s Max Lucado DVD were stolen out my Sunday school class at church. At the time I was very angry and hurt and very pissed off. I mean

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I realise that many people are going to ask what happened. in order to prevent the annoyance of having to REPEAT myself to everyone (which gets annoying very quickly)     I went to pick up Tim and Shantal from the Mount Edgecombe Conference Centre and then we headed off the drop Shantal off at her house in Palmview. We were driving along the M41 towards Verulam when a white car clipped a bakkie

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I changed my name back on facebook today. I really enjoyed my stint as Crystal Meth.   Our actions and the re-actions of others are some times entirely unexpected. Changing my facebook name to Crystal Meth was not an action meant to be controversial or anything like that. It was fun of the mostly harmless kind.   Not everyone over reacted and I would like to thank the people who treated it the

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Toby, Dylan and Kayla. Two nephews and a niece and the possibility of another of each on the way but its two early to tell yet.Toby lives within a 5km radius of me so I do see him with semi regular frequency. He also gets showered with gifts semi regularly frequently. Little nick naks thing courtesy of McDonald and Baron Sandwich’s children’s meal. Kayla and Dylan don't live so very close to me.

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it's begunand it's only the 4th of December.there are 10 days to go till Tim is also on leave and in 11 days I will be married for FOUR years.how time flies.The annoying thing is that I usually have stuff to say and then when I actually sit down to say it, I forget entirely like now. I'm pretty certain that I had a great deal of really very intelligent things to say this morning when I was fast

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HOT

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It's almost midnight and i can't sleep. I really hate it when that happens.I have nine days left at primedia. Who knows what they will hold.

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Apparently Wednesday's are hump day's.Who knew.

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ON WORKFirst I was retrenched.I even had a last day lunch and all that nonsense only to find out that I had not been retrenched YET.All of this poses a bit of a problem as it pretty much puts the rest of my life on hold until THE COMPANY decides on a course of action.ON POLITICSI had some really profound things to say about the state of the nation, Barack Obama and all that. But now the only

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ON WORKFirst I was retrenched.I even had a last day lunch and all that nonsense only to find out that I had not been retrenched YET.All of this poses a bit of a problem as it pretty much puts the rest of my life on hold until THE COMPANY decides on a course of action.ON POLITICSI had some really profound things to say about the state of the nation, Barack Obama and all that. But now the only

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ooops???it's too late now as I have already committed myself.Friday night sees me behind the bar for BURN'S annual halloween partythis is not at all a career change but more of and exercise in a laugh a minute.

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it's been a long long time since the last post.nothing serious happened till now.And yet I'm reluctant to talk about it other than to say balls of fury.I've grown a lot since my last post. I stood strong while the waves crashed around me.perhaps that was the reason for the lack of posting. growth is such a personal thing and while it is important to talk about, perhaps this is not the right

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yesterday was not a very easy day for me.     today I'm all SMILES   Today in the first week of the month   I MADE budget.

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This week is not the best week in history for me.   Life is not like Toyota where everything keeps going right. This week it all seems to be falling apart. Like Chineu Achebe. Things fall apart. Except this time it has nothing to do with colonialism. Perhaps this is a moment that I just need some choc chip ice cream and a bed and time to just fall apart.   This I suppose is a moping post and

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I could be Jack's raging bile duct.   There are moments in your life when throwing a tantrum is perfectly acceptable. When you want to scream and shout and throw things around. I had one of those days yesterday.   My darling husband bought me an MP4 player and a FM modulator for Christmas. My darling cousin Jackie put loads of music on it for me. Music to my hearts content In theory a perfect

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The night lights have been turned on again in Durban.It was a beautiful event. In all of it’s narcotic and drunken glory. It was a night of celebration for everyone who attended; a veritable orgy of light and sound. March 1st 2008 will go down in history as one of the best night ever.That’s all. I can’t really say much more other than that the pink went down very well.And finally two word’s to

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I've never been one for bangles. I never had any and when I did, they got annoying and thy broke too quickly and I suppose there was a whole host of reasons, I never wore bangles.   But then there was a change in lifestyle that came with a reluctance to wear my expensive sentimental jewellery to clubs and other dodgy places. Not wearing anything at all was not an option as I had become very

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Have I ever mentioned how much I absolutely love sitting on the phone and being on hold. I live for it. It makes every moment of my otherwise boring life seem so much more worthwhile. Those moments on the dance floor or eating the most divine food mean nothing when compared to sound of the telephone filling my ears. Everything else seems to pale in comparison to these moment.  Even my wedding day

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  So after much thought and deliberation, I decided to deactivate my facebook account and oh boy did the queries start rolling in. There are phases to everyone's life and while mine was obsessed with facebook and blogging for a while. I suppose now I have moved on. A little anyway. Make no mistake. The urge to log back onto facebook and get some money on Fighter's Club will be one that will

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Sometimes we forget about the people from our past. They become fond memories that we dredge us and smile about and then put back into their little keep sake boxes. There are friends that we loose touch with. They leave their footprints on our hearts and then for some reason we never see againAnd the sometimes just by chanceA little something that you could never see coming … you get the chance

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Okay so maybe the blogging thing went out of fashion or then again maybe I really didn’t have anything to say or maybe I got tooo lazy and didn’t feel like making the effort to do a post.The new job goes well. Not so new anymore though. I started here 8 October and so now it’s just over three months and it’s all going well. The hick up of the last year are over.It was a strange year last year. A

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Of course I amPeople keep asking me if I’m nervous and I keep thinking why are you asking me such a stupid question. It’s a very polite question, one that must be smiled at and politely answered.“No I’m doing great” because nobody really wants to know if I’m scared or not. No one wants to know if I wake up in the middle of the night with my over active imagination running wild and thinking about

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This is a pre-post. That mean it’s a post before a post. Whatever. Has anyone really noticed the pre-everything that we have now that supposedly makes everything easier to do? Pre-cooked, pre-washed, pre-clean, pre-this, that and the other. My favorite is pre post-colonial. I think I like that one best. It’s before and after.Are we gonna have pre-death as well? Where you’re dead but not actually

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Indeed it has been a while since my last post and a lot has happened since then. But let me assure you that I’m still here and stronger than ever.I went to my first all nighters this weekend. My only regret was that I did not have the original party girl to share it with. She said she was tooo tired. Anyway there’s always next time. Turns out that I impressed some people (at least one person

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Presenting Toby Joshua Holroyd born at 9:30 19th October 2007.Clearly one of the highlights of the weekend. The other was without a doubt South Africa winning the Rugby.The final highlight was finally cleaning out our spare bedroom. It's now all clean and clear and ready for us to make a mess of it again.I also only have one exam left. Afrikaans. JOY. Once that is over I'll be home free.So many

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so on the first day of the second week of my new job and I was stuck in traffic for a whole hour. that kinda thing really sucks. I mean really it's the last thing you and of course is the first thing to happen.everything's going well so far. including my diet but i'm stuck in a time zone. i need to study and guess what?no really guessI DON'T WANT TO.not much of a surprise is it?I'm weaning myself

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In the establishment of any relationship, I do believe it should take a certain amount of time before one finally gives and uses cutesy little names like my darling or sweet heart or baby.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /> With regards to this there are two types of people in the world. Those that don’t mind being called very popular endearments by strangers they speak to on the phone or people that

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This post is quite personal because I’m finally putting the proverbial pen to paper and letting it all go.   The cricket is finally over. I can rest at last. It’s been a long two weeks. I am emotionally and physically drained. I think the biggest disappointment over the last two weeks was being told that I’m disgusting. Not all of the facts were obtained, in fact they were not even asked

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It turns out for those of you who are unaware that there are perks to being a volunteer. This is one of them. It was very exciting doing this. Yep that’s me next to Mahendra.It’s been a tiring last two weeks. Emotionally there’s been a lot to deal with. If you saw the last post that was deleted, well I did that because I decided it was something personal.The tournament is almost over and I’m

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The next three days are going to be tiring and very very exciting. Today marks the start of the very first Twenty20 Cricket World Championship. It’s an event that I am very proud to be part of. Unfortunately the timing of the wonderful experience could not have been worse. At my current job, we are busy preparing for the second Master Class this year. This requires a lot of effort and pain.

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This is for the random things that are taking up space in my head.   <![if !supportLists]>1)      <![endif]>I wonder if Munro du Toit will be able to make it to the end of Idols. <![if !supportLists]>2)      <![endif]>How come there was kykNet Idols and there is KykNet but there is no South African Channels dedicated to other race groups? I want to be on Indian idols! <![if !supportLists]>

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People who know me are aware of my views on racism intended and unintended. The reality of life is that all ethnic groups see things differently. What can be considered perceived by one group of people is not necessarily untrue for another group. Everyone is aware of our bloody and violent history and yes it true that all of this is behind us now. But if you look closely you can see the fine

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It’s been interesting and slightly stressful few days. The biggest thing was that my boss at my current job wanted me to stay till the 8th of October and the new company wanted me to start on the 1st so there was a bit of a tug of war that I was involved in. Personally from a financial point of view I think it would have made more sense to start of a new job at the beginning of a new month. It

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Everyday can be the first day of the rest of your life.   In the last few weeks I've been taking steps to get my life going. sometimes honestly I do feel like I'm missing something, as though life just passed me by and I never took the steps to grab hold and take plunge. Maybe that's the reason I'm an avid supporter of the lifestyle Jeremy has embraced which as all of you may know has been the

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It’s been ten years since the beloved Princess of Wales was killed in a car crash. There are something’s in life we never forget. I remember exactly where I was when I found about the Twin Towers in New York. I remember Jeremy walking into my room saying Diana was dead on the Sunday morning. I remember walking into the lounge and seeing my mother glued to the images on screen of the crash

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I feel like I’m sitting at the edge of an abyss waiting to fall. The next few days are going to be tricky and wonderful all at the same time. There’s the beautiful smell of spring in the air and every where everything seems to be coming to life. Just like the years I think our lives go in seasons, maybe not in the correct sequences but seasons all the same. I personally feel that I’ve been in

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  Hey, your account is temporarily unavailable due to site maintenance. It should be available again within a few hours. We apologize for the inconvenience.       People everywhere are in a dead panic.

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Just when it seems that there is nothing noteworthy for me to say due to the whirlwind that is currently dominating my time, I arrive at a very strange place.   Those of you who have known me for a long time are aware of my distaste for the colour PINK. This is of course in part due to my mothers attempts to ensure that I lived in girl world. Everything I had was pink, my bedding, the walls in

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It’s been a long time since my last post. There is a lot going on at present. Each story is in a different stage and none have come to any sort of definite conclusion. This is why I have not been posting. It seems that there are sparks here, there and everywhere but the stories are not complete and I suppose I can’t bring myself to placing them here in the public eye for fear I might jeopardise

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Is Wentworth Miller gay?   The press seems to think so despite the fact that Wentworth himself has denied it publicly a few times. The truth is that hundred of hopeful females around the world don’t want him to be gay. They also didn’t want Will Young to be gay. After all if he was there’s goes that chance of scoring with him somehow.   Apparently the agents for Thomas Dekker who plays

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I’m pretty certain it’s a little too early for me to be at work but here I am anyway. Sometimes we make sacrifices without realising what the consequences are. Like today for example; I sacrificed an hour of sleep without realising that I would be sitting in my office way to early in the morning with no decent coffee or food and work to do. Because generally that it what one does at the office

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Associated Magazines' Women on Wheels supplement recently announced the winners of the inaugural motoring awards to celebrate the best cars built for women, as decided by women. Category winners were Toyota Yaris (Best Car for Women under R100 000); Honda Jazz (Best Car for Women between R100 000 and R200 000); Volvo C30 (Best Executive Model); Volvo XC70 (Best Mum's Taxi); BMW X3 (Best SUV/MPV);

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It’s been a long weekend and I am in desperate need of a quiet place and a good book. My office is cold … again and the job search goes on as these things usually do. The interview on Friday went not in the way I’d hoped which just goes to show: recognise your sources for what they are and always remember to place things in context. It’s very important.   Most of Thursday was taken up by

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Sometimes good intentions are self serving.   I experienced a case of self serving good intentions this weekend that left me rather annoyed. A very nice individual (G) decided to come and speak to me about my relationship with a person (X) connected to me. With obviously good intentions, G told me that I should make attempts to repair the relationship with X; He sprouted scripture and idioms

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I had a life changing experience last night. One that made me run home and exercise. Last night I watched a single person eat in a single sitting the amount of food I eat across an entire day. This experience has made me change my prospective on food and the way I eat and without doubt my diet. Then I listened to the same individual catalogue the sweet food they had eaten the night before.

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In my last post I neglected to mention that I’m not on anti-biotics anymore. None of you could even begin to fathom what a please this is for my. Last night was my last night of horrible sleeping. It was horrible because I kept waking up to eat something to get the awful taste out my mouth. It’s not entirely gone yet. There’s still a bit of a lingering but I kick that in the shins by downing a

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“Hi everyone. My name is Jo-Anne and I spell badly.” “Hi Jo-Anne.”     There really should be a support group for people who love the English language and spend hours making sure that sentences are grammatically correct and then spell like really bad. It’s like Zoolander who can’t turn left. I suppose it’s because I so readily rely on the wonderful Microsoft spell to bail me out every time

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The word adventure no longer holds the same sense that it used to. Adventure used to mean treks into the tomb of the Tutankhamen or meandering across the great African Wilds, the Australian Outback or the maybe the American Wild West. Whatever adventure meant back then, it most certainly did involve the use of tents and cooking on an open fire and all kinds of things that us city slickers would

Jo-Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18144255435540884536noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661020.post-7365922594201878482007-07-19T09:41:00.001+02:002007-07-19T09:41:17.020+02:00

There are fundamental differences between races and when you are involved in an interracial relationship you get to learn what they are.   This is what I have learned.   When you are sick, if you are Indian you get treated to some brilliant chicken curry with white rice and maybe some russom (sorry about the spelling, I have no idea how to spell it) if you’re lucky enough.   If you’re

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So I did it. I went to gym yesterday and was really disheartened by how little I managed to do. But I suppose it’s the first step that matters and all I have to do now is keep stepping. The La Lucia gym looks really good. They got all new equipment which was fun to use. I looked a bit idiotic just standing there staring at the screens but I got the hang of it and all went well afterwards.  I

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… the world has gone Harry Potter crazy. Just about everything is abuzz with news and thrills from the latest book and the movie. I must admit I’m also waiting with baited breath for the last book. I need to know once and for all what happens. Then I can continue with my life and not have to think about it ever again … well until the sixth movie that is.   The weekend was busy and nice.

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OKAY   So I’m back out there and I must admit … not enjoying it so much, the sending out of CV’s, the constant waiting for the phone to ring, the endless interviews. It all becomes too much at times really. The thing about jobs is that for most of them you need experience. Most times you don’t have that. It’s an interesting gamble. You need experience to get a job and you need a job to get

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I’m really tired and when you are tired it affects your perception (there’s that word again) of every little thing under the sun and yes it is under the sun because in theory you should be asleep during the hours of the dark.   Tired = bad mood.

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are an interesting thing. All through out history we learn that it was the perceptions of strong individuals that changed the way life happened for a few or for many. For example in England a long long time ago, a man on the street could be shipped off to uninhabited Australia for stealing some bread to feed his five starving children. The punishment clearly did not suit the crime but the

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I am very excited as I write this. I just over six hours I’ll be settling down to watch the latest movie in the Harry Potter series. I’ve heard all the arguments and I know what everyone will possibly say. ‘Aren’t you a bit too old to care about stuff like this?’ I hope I’m never too old to get excited about trivial things. I hope I’m never too old to see the magic (excuse the pun) of using one’

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There are times in our lives when we need to sit down and actually take a good look at where we are. There are a number of debates raging around me at present and while in three years the consequences of these actions may not be all that memorable, the immediate future is at stake.   The balance of living and happiness is a delicate one. A very precarious balance. A step in the wrong

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Since my university days I have enjoyed the BREAD AHEAD bakeries. Of course those days are long gone. But imagine my delight when a store opened up in Durban North.Well that delight has just been flushed down the toilet along with the remainder of my mutton curry pie. As is evidenced by the attached photograph,there was a piece of plastic in my pie.I'm never going there again.

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Affirmative action, a very interesting concept.   In South Africa affirmative action is a very controversial topic … for most people anyway. There is no denying that the African and Indian people of South Africa have been much marginalised. Apartheid may not be very fresh in the memory of most people but we all do study history at some point and have all heard about some person or other

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I remember many things about the time I was young. I suppose we all do. But the one memory that comes most often (and decidedly unbidden) is my standing on a chair in a black cloak and a painted face.  My ‘demons’ bowing before me in various capes or cloaks; whichever one suits your fancy. There is a picture of the event. One that I hope nobody ever sees ever again. If any one would ask I

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There are times when we are forced to be really brutally honest with ourselves. Sometimes that honesty can result in pain that you weren’t really to deal with but needed to and at other times it can be really quite cathartic. Sometimes it can be both.   Sometimes though it’s really necessary to take a step back and look at where you’re going and what how you are getting there. Drifting along

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It has been a while since I posted. Mostly because I have been busy at work and my internet connection was not working as it should. This last weekend has been a monumental one for me. I pushed the borders of what can and could not be done. Let’s just say a great time was had by all.   The one thing that has been on my mind quite a bit lately is responsibility. How responsible am I for my

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This weekend was undoubtedly one of the coldest weekends I have ever been through. I had a lot of fun at the ladies camp I attended. I even made my own fridge magnet for my mother.I got to know a lot of interesting things about people and they got to know a lot of interesting things about me. I did miss some people who were not able to be there.

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There’s a huge emphasis in the world today about being your own person and striving to make your own make on the world. Husbands and wives don’t wish to stand in each other shadows, siblings don’t want to be seen as carbon copies and people as a whole generally want to be seen for their own value and worth. <?xml:namespace prefix = o />But how much of your own person are you? As children growing

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The situation that I am in at the moment is no longer one that is so unique. I look around me walking through the mall or anywhere really and there are scores of inter-racial couples everywhere around me. To be honest I can’t help but stare. There’s a piece of me that wants to go up to them and ask if it’s easy.   I don’t think I really understood what I was embarking on until I came face to

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It has been a really bad dieting fortnight. I fell of the bandwagon and didn’t bother to get back on. Well they say the first step is to realise that you have made a mistake and then move on. Well here I am recognising that I have fallen of the band wagon and am now trying to get back on.   The Random House road show as always was a blast. I love the event. It’s one of my events of the year.

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I feel this is a good time to clear up a misconception that has been bugging me for ages.   Just because I am married does not mean that I do not like going out as much as the next person. Actually I may actually just enjoy it a lot more because I’m NOT looking for a quick shag. I’M MARRIED. I can get those anytime I want. I must admit that I am actually really quite sick of the

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Anybody who knows me well enough has often heard about my love for the brilliant Primi Station 4 at Gateway. I have celebrated my last two birthdays there with very special friends.  I had a wonderful time last night. I am so very grateful to my friends who I discovered actually know me very well. It was a lovely evening with good food as always and good service. I had the beef medallions

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I have for years wanted a full length jacket like the one pictured below. Now that said jacket is hanging in my cupboard, I am elated at having acquired it. I think the best things are when you’ve you been wanting something for ages and then you get it as a gift. Almost like someone saw into your head and picked out something they liked and handed it to you. A jacket like the one I have

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what a brilliant birthday present. A full length wool coat. I love it.

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Tomorrow is the beginning of a new era. Tomorrow I turn 26.   Hectic. I used to think being on the other side of twenty was positively ancient. I don’t think so anymore. I’m looking forward to a good year of being 26, fancy free and my whole life ahead of me. I have some great stuff to look forward to in the coming year as soon as I get over this cold.   I will be celebrating in Wednesday

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I must admit that every job has its up and downs. At the moment I’m doing research. I love doing research. There’s something so extremely fulfilling about looking for information, finding a lot of stuff and then having to read and sift through all that information to find what you really need.   At the moment I’m looking for a report in Online Banking Practices in Europe. There’s actually

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It’s a cold Monday morning.  Okay it’s not so cold outside but my office seems to attract the cold. The very walls themselves seem to have a wish to be part of an icebox. I’m in an interesting state of mind at the moment. There are many things to consider and you never really know how the decisions of today are going to affect tomorrow.   I’m thinking about what is more important to me. To

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I’ve been thinking about a lot of things and I’ve been leaving myself mental notes to blog about them.   The thing I think that has annoyed me the most this week was the flat blond cow that could not wait 10 seconds for me to turn despite the fact that I had been waiting ages for the person in front of me. Now she had to drive up alongside me ONE THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD and block my view

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