Driving along in the car singing a small song, Liam asks, “Mom, what is semen?”
Taking such questions in my stride, I answered that seaman is men who work on a ship.
Liam looks satisfied with such answer and we move right along, with me feeling snug having avoided talks of excretion.
Minutes later, “Okay Mom, that makes sense… but what is horse semen then?
Perhaps I may never understand the depth, nor magnitude of life, love nor anything else, but I can tell you that I have embraced it. Often with an excess of insanity and caution to the wind… going big or going home. As I sit here at the foot of the majestic Drakensberg Mountains, a roaring fire beside me, I am in awe of all how life, love and everything else can change. Sometimes a slow torture and other times a sweet seduction to climax… at times in a blink of an eye and in others the drudgery of a lifetime… but always… always in great waves of abundance….
Finally a promise of greatness. A lifetime of possibilities without limits.
Clearly I am having a most fantastic time with Noid exploring the Mountains… more on my return!
• Sjoe. I am exceptionally tired today as I slept very poorly last night. I am struggling to keep awake.
• A man in our coffee shop at work yesterday complained that he is the only guy in his department and none of the woman offer to make him tea. I wonder if he has offered to cut their grass at home and maybe take out the rubbish. Random chocolates also won’t hurt.
• I see on an IOL newsletter that a seven year old missed school yesterday to show his support for Zuma at his corruption trial. What a stupid caption. A seven year old hardly knows he is alive. His parents allowed him to stay out of school.
• My health tip e-mail says that a cup of coffee has more fibre than a glass of orange juice. Not sure about that.
• The arm rest of my chair at work broke. I now have to wait three weeks for a new chair. I am not sad to see that chair go as it had no cushioning and made my bum sore. Bye bye sis chair.
• It is my eldest son, Kevin’s 15th birthday this coming Saturday. I find is so weird when I look at him and he is all grown and has these manly shoulders and everything.
• There is a big strike happening today with people protesting against the high cost of living. Besides the traffic being very friendly today, I am unsure how staying away from work will reduce our cost of living.
• Noid and I watched “The Notebook” earlier this week. I loves that movie. Makes me cry allot.
• I need a small massage. A facial and a pedicure will complete the wishlist.
• I was thinking this morning that summer, or at least spring will be here soon and then schools, churches and other less interesting places will have fete’s again. Pancakes, second hand books, curry and rice that tastes the same no matter where you go…I love going to fetes. I am not well.
• Dear Noid and I are going on a trip. We are leaving on Sunday morning and I am very excited. I will get to use my passport (finally!!! ha ha ha) and everything.
• I feel a real sense of excitement looking to the future. 
I have had more trouble with myself
than with any other man I’ve met.
- Dwight Moody
This is one of those blogs I would prefer not to write because it makes me feel vulnerable and stoooooooooopid… but it is my truth… so best I set it free.
I have been a fuckwit. I have allowed myself to become the kind of woman who wants to please a man to the point of fucking pathetic embarrassment. No, this has nothing to do with Noid. He cannot decide for me how I feel or act, this is about me.
It took me many years to be happy with whom I am. To accept the idiotic parts of me and celebrate the fanTy… I have even come to appreciate my African hips…. I have always with overwhelming clarity proclaimed that I need to be okay with me…. that at 3am I must be able to face me… and then… *sigh* I disappointed me.
Thankfully, I have recognized this stupidity and manifestation of insecurity in time before I literally take myself out of pure frustration, unhappiness, and heartache. Life will be sad without me people. I’m back at the point where I know who I am is more than enough….. not all parts are perfect but some are fantastic. I am able to give and receive love in great abundance not because I am who I think I must be, but because of who I already am.
Cannot like that I closed my eyes to what I knew to be my personal truth because I wanted to be loved and liked for something I am NOT.
This is the end of that crap.
Wenchy
My sister has been sending me many sms’s (text messages) lately at night although I do not often reply. It is not that I like annoying her; I just do not always know what to reply. I sent her an SMS yesterday asking how she is.
The reply… “Today mom’s face is blood red; she can not get out of bed. The doctor said she is going to have a stroke. Dad’s hair falls out leaving big bold spots. Ouma cries about everything. She has taken a big turn for the worst. And how is u?”
Thing is, this is the usual type of response. Doom, gloom, and everything sad and depressing. Very seldom uplifting.
Do not get me wrong. I love my family very much, but I have clearly changed since I use to feel guilty about not being around to look after everyone (imagine Wonder Woman outfit for me) … now I just feel irritated.
Jax made me a CD for my birthday… this was the last song. On different days, different things stand out for me.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
- Baz Luhrmann
What advise do you have?
Put yourself in a state of mind where you say to yourself, “Here is an opportunity for you to celebrate like never before, my own power, and my own ability to get myself to do whatever is necessary”.–Anthony Robbins
Me being a song bird and loving Jesus and all were due to sing at a church concert that Friday. A talented musician friend, Waldo directed it and I was thrilled that he thought me good enough to take part. I remember feeling anxious because the concert was due to take place on a Friday night. I knew the x-person was not very reliable on Friday nights. That is a lie. If past behavior is an indication of future behavior, you could count on him to be drunk. I left work early to prepare. Kevie was four years old, Liam just over a year and I needed to get them bathed and ready to go as the concert started at 7pm. Back in those days, I could not drive so I needed to wait for the x-person to come home.
He arrived late. He was drunk. Slurring. Uneasy on his feet. He smelled of liquor. He wore a silver colour suit pants. I felt so disappointed, frustrated, and annoyed as I had asked so nicely. It was a special evening for me, please just for once, don’t do this. Come home on time and don’t drink today. For years, I use to shout and scream, but lately I did not have the strength so I pretended everything was fine. I contemplated the embarrassment of arriving at church with my drunken husband. I smiled and said no problem. I put the boys in the blue citi golf, strapped them in… I went back inside to lock the house.
He was standing in the passage, just in front of the mirrors that was suppose to make the entrance hall look bigger. He asked me why I left the TV on when I walked out of the house. Weird that since we always left the TV on when we went out…. I said “… but we always leave the TV on?” Unexpectedly I felt his hand connect with my cheekbone. It hurt. My face immediately felt bruised. Fuck it hurt. He swore at me and told me that he had told me to put the TV off. I stood in that passage for a long time. Looking towards our bedroom, I saw he had passed out on the bed.
I went to the car to fetch my sons. Unlike previous instances, they were totally unaware of what happened. I put them in bed and they peacefully went to sleep. I stood in the door of our bedroom on my way from Kevin’s room and looked at the man who I had met when I was 14… married when I was 17…. and realized that unless I leave, I will be in a lovely orange prison uniform before my 24th birthday. I knew within myself that I could take him out. I had no respect left for him. I no longer cared. I was tired.
I sat in the lounge the entire night… until the sun came up. I felt quite peaceful really. I tried to phone my Mom who was then living in Durban but she was not home. I tried to phone my dead boy Tim and his brother John assured me he would phone me when he got back from clubbing. I phoned my friend Vicky but she did not answer. Eventually I just sat and thought about nothing.
In the morning, he did what he always did. He was friendly, overly – as if nothing happened. He made breakfast and played with the boys. I did not answer the phone when friends from church were phoning to see what happened to my solo performance. We went to mall as we always did. I walked into the bank. When the woman asked if she could assist me I said I needed to open my own bank account because I was getting divorced. He was standing next to me.
Life began.
Eleven years ago tomorrow that day was.
Not sure if you remember me deciding a few months ago that I am finished hurting over my latest divorce? Well, it takes me a while to digest things… but today I have decided I am no longer going to hold onto the absolutely hatred dislike I feel for the x-person. I prefer to feel nothing. Indifference.
I refuse to allow this past hurt, to influence my future self any longer. I am done.
1. My uncle once: gave me R5 for my birthday.
2. Never in my life: have I wanted anything more.
3. When I was five: I went to big school.
4. High school was: my playground.
5. I will never forget: how it felt.
6. Once I met: me - a little at a time.
7. There’s this girl I know: who is mourning the death of her dad.
8. Once, at a bar: I danced on the table.
9. By noon, I’m usually: still at work.
10. Last night: I thought about our upcoming trip.
11. If only I had: gone to university and studied as I wanted.
12. Next time I go to church: will be for a reason.
13. What worries me most: is my lack of finances.
14. When I turn my head left I see: all Noid’s things next to his side of the bed.
15. When I turn my head right I see: my noisy windmaker and steam machine.
16. You know I’m lying when: I say I am FINE.
17. What I miss most about the Eighties is: partying with Vicky.
18. If I were a character in Shakespeare I’d be: Lady McBeth
19. By this time next year: I will be preparing for Kevin’s “Sweet Sixteen” party.
20. A better name for me would be: Wenchy. Is perfectly me.
21. I have a hard time understanding: why people don’t question and think for themselves.
22. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: study psychology.
23. You know I like you if: I wanna spend time with you.
24. If I ever won an award, the first person I would thank would be: whomever helped me succeed in receiving the award.
25. Take my advice, never: believe everything you think.
26. My ideal breakfast is: served at noon.
27. A song I love but do not have is: Enkeling.
28. If you visit my hometown, I suggest you: like boere (farmers).
29. Why won’t people: remove Mogabe from power?
30. If you spend a night at my house: you will find that I live in my bedroom.
31. I’d stop my wedding for:
32. The world could do without: toilet humour.
33. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: clean a drain.
34. My favourite blonde is: my best friends, Mel & Jaxie.
35. Paper clips are more useful than: staples without a stapler.
36. If I do anything well it’s: because I saw value in it.
37. And by the way: today will be better.
I got the above from Gill’s blog.
Noid has often said that he would like to have the kind of relationship that I have with Brian with his soon to be x-wife. It took time, but Brian and I worked through our issues and came out the other end where we started fourteen years ago: friends. Brian remains involved with all three kids. We plan birthday parties for the kids together and we buy joined gifts for the kids. We do not want the kids to feel that they need to choose affection or loyalty. We both love them and want what is best for them.
Last night I had dinner with Noid, his wife, their children and my own, as it was their little girl’s 5th birthday. Noid has interacted with Brian on a few occasions for birthday celebrations so I thought it good and right that I do the same. I am not saying it is fantastic fun because as people, we all have our insecurities (and I have many) but more than anything, I think for the children in a divorce family to be able to spend special times with both their parents, is a gift. Naturally, it can only be a gift if the environment lends itself to it, which it was.
Yay!!! to all of us. We are very fanTy. I declare it so.
Having met and merged lives with Noid when his divorce process was only just starting, has left me feeling as if I personally have been through a divorce again. The emotional and legal high points and low points have been my reality also and I am glad it is coming to an end. This situation has made me realize just how far I have come regardless of what others think. My reality was very dark at times. It highlights to me how much I have learned, conquered and healed. I feel thankful that because I have been there, I have been able to bring some wisdom, understanding and even love to this situation. Regardless of my relationship with Noid, I feel I added value to him, his kids… and even for his wife (whom I do not perceive to be a bad person) during the past few months. Sometimes it has been hard, but I think I did good to try and help, heal and encourage where I could.
Have you ever pondered how incredible fragile human relationships truly are?
You are to guard what is precious to you with great conviction and constant action to make it better… Those relationships that make you happy, where you feel accepted and loved… where you are respected and desired is much easier lost than found…. and often impossible to repair once damaged… so the truth is truly to cherish your relationships, today.
On Sunday we went to the country with our many, many, many children. The country happens to be a working diary farm. It was awful outside - cold and horrid - you know South Africa being such a crap country to live in and all - NOT! It was beautiful.
Liam however thought it a good idea to check out cows close up. He apparently asked the farmer looking man (not sure what qualifies you as farmer looking?) if cows bite. The look alike man said they do not have teeth at which point Lee promptly stuck his finger in the cows mouth, like we would all do. Is common practise to put your hand in places all moist and full of germs after all.
Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures. ~ Thomas de Quincey
The cow bit him.
When he came to tell me his tale of woe I directed him to the first aid office as he wasn’t really bleeding much or anything. To tell the truth the frown on Liam’s face was the only thing that told you something had happened to him. He got cleaned up, plaster on and off we went.
He didn’t complain again until much much much much later. Like all children do, Liam thought bedtime is an excellent time to hand in his list of complaints. Being a really crap mother who have listened to lists of complaints far to often, I looked at his finger and shame to him, it looked sore.
We phoned the emergency room and yes, Liam needed a shot. I told him he needed a shot or his arm would rot and fall off. He was quite happy to loose a limb if it meant he could skip on an injection. Liam and I set off to the emergency pharmacy to aquire the said shot.
After standing in the que for a long time and Liam talking to all and sundry, including telling the old man behind us who was clearly Jewish that he is in the wrong place since Liam is sure there is special medicines and even hospitals for Jewish people and this wasn’t it.
When we finally got to the front, the lady doesn’t even look at us but says she will clean up her workstation before she helps us. Liam says to her “Can you not clean up after you have help us? Can you not see my finger is throbbing?” She then looked up and asked me what happened. I told her my son was bitten by a cow. Before she could react or I could say anything Liam told her that it is okay to go around the corner and have a small laugh. I wanted to pinch him but I was laughing - sorry.
Finally putting Liam in bed on Sunday Liam asked me if I remembered that Spiderman was bitten by a spider. I said yes, so? Well, if Spiderman got fanTy powers, Liam is expecting his udders to arrive any day now.
With great vigor and conviction, I operate from the heart. A space where love, life and everything else is engaged in with great annoying abundance …. or nothing at all. I do not travel a middle road. There is no differentiation between levels of laughter or tears – either and all emotions are absorbed and displayed with great abandon. Makes for a rich and wonderful vulnerable experience emotionally - given that you like kicking your own ass – often and allot.
Emotion isn’t cheap.
Being a sentimental fool, I celebrate six months of togetherness with Noid today. Probably a girl thing to hold onto such delightful detail, but anyway… feeling deeply as I do, little things are big to me.
We have had some absolutely wonderful, sweet, loving, sexy, emotional, funny, awesome, breathtaking times together but also not so fanTy moments from time to time. If you consider our shared realities of dealing with divorce, x-people, many, many, many children and two incredibly stubborn people (one of whom claims never to be wrong ha ha ha) , this is to be expected and quite mundane in it’s normality… however, we have great, big, mountains of dreams for tomorrow which is all very exciting. Hearing Noid say “we” or “our”… talking about things to come, still takes my breathe away - all those possibilities! Life is full of surprises.
Sometimes it feels like Noid has always been here, other times it feels like we just met but mostly it feels like forever is not long enough.
For your amusement, let me share a few small things I have learned in the past six months.
• You may not play the ball forward in rugby.
• You have to “crouch, touch, engage” in the scrum (this can also be used as foreplay).
• Multiple orgasms are very possible.
• Golf - all together can be fun.
• Love IS in the little things.
• I am not a push-over.
• Bowling is not good for your health. It makes some people very competitive and some others (me!!) just shouldn’t do it - period - it just makes them look stooopid.
• Salt and vinegar chips are good and old fashioned - apparently.
• Men scream at the TV because the ref is always an idiot.
• Doing absolutely nothing can be very tiring and fun.
• “The Radium” - where everyone knows his name.
• There are different types of tyres in F1 and there is a qualifying race before the actual race.
• F1 racing is not always on a track but even in towns like Monaco where everyone appears to have a yacht.
• I have discovered Jeremy Clarkson and Top Gear. I love the anti - caravan inserts the most.
• The red polka dot jersey at the Tour De France is the King of the Mountains jersey.
• There is also a yellow jersey for when you are very very fanTy which MAY change hands (bodies?) at the end of every stage depending on points. It comes with a kiss from two women who stand identically and a small lion.
• A PVR’s record function allows TIME together.
• Ice is not negotiable.
• I like green beans, but not mashed!
• I (still) do not like pepper and I (still) think cricket is very boring.
• Testosterone is alluring.
• I (still) don’t enjoy cooking.
• Having the door opened for me really is important to me.
• Some things are better left inside yourself.
• A mother and father “in-law” can be true blessings in your life.
• Hearing “I love you” is always lovely.
• I need to HEAR the words, and see the actions.
• Waking up with Noid is a delight I cannot adequately describe.
• Raising children in a ‘blended’ environment is not easy. I don’t like it when I feel like piggie in the middle.
• I (still) have many emotional demons chasing me. Being loved does not automatically heal your heart.
Above all things I have learned, it is the possibilities of what life can hold, the power of dreams and hope for the future that stands out for me.
Regardless of there being an *us*, I am most thankful and forever changed because of the time, experiences and love I have shared with Noid.
Is all good.
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
Jalal ad-Din Rumi
This little one article was posted on our intranet. I didn’t think it is proper… The entire thing just makes men sound like DIRTY, mindless idiots and woman like robots who respond well to LOVING foreplay and the odd flower.
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Most men want to be good lovers.
Here are some simple (but very useful) points to remember:
Try these tips – you may be surprised at how well they work.
Got these questions from this delightful blog.
I tried to find a ‘dark’ picture - you know, sin like - not porn…. LOL for this post and this was all I could come up with.
“Should we all confess our sins to one another
we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality”
- Kahlil Gibran
WRATH
1. Who did you last get angry with?
My son Kevin (14) – where there is smoke there is a suspended from school (yet again) teenager.
2. What is your weapon of choice?
Well, after I fetched the little shit from where he was playing pool, I was giving it a random shout. He kept chewing his nails and I asked him to stop and he continued with that ‘f-you’ look on his face at which point I smacked his hand like you would a two year old about to touch a hot plate. Unfortunately Noid’ ex was driving behind me…. great. Stupid me felt the need to explain that this is not normal behavior for me and that I am all for world peace, but I didn’t.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?
I just did. Noid. He said ‘ouch’.
4. How about of the same sex?
I have never done anything like that and I don’t think I will start now.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?
A couple of weeks ago I seemed to have pissed the universe off - greatly. Most people felt cross with me for something - not saying is not justified as I can be an idiot.
6. What is your pet peeve?
Where would you like me to start? Discrimination. Injustice and that the world lets Mugabe continue that fuckwitness of his.
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?
I forgive… but the words/actions that hurt me linger longa. Eventually they go.
SLOTH
1. What is one thing you’re supposed to do daily that you don’t?
My treadmill would be an excellent start… I often feel that there are many things I just overlook.
2. What is the latest you’ve ever woken up?
1pm - but that is direct relation to when I went to sleep.
4. What is the last lame excuse that you made?
It use to be nice to blame having small kids when not feeling like attending something, but I no longer have small kids (ahhhhh just realized Noid does so maybe I can work that angle once again?).
5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?
Yes. The one where Noid was making a funny about the soft touch button. He is very funny and infomercials are not.
6. When was the last time you got in a good workout?
This morning. Noid is very energetic. I did also go for a walk yesterday morning… trying to walk daily again… wish I could get Noid interested.
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?
None. It is not a habit of mine that.
GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?
A “not proper” from Seattle at my works. Skinny Au Lait with Vanilla syrup for those not familiar.
2. Meat eaters: white meat or dark meat??
Medium rare steak…. yum.
3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you’ve had in one sitting/outing/event?
No idea….. but when we go out sometimes we can like to drink….
4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?
Off course. Have you seen my ass? I am contemplating joining AGAIN… I have been feeling very ugly lately…. I prefer Weight Watchers above Weigh-Less because I know I have no intention of weighing lettuce…. now just need to convince myself I have the determination and joining fee. Both a bit edgy.
5. Do you have an issue with your weight?
This is not a nice question for me today. 90% of the time I love my African hip design.. but there is that small percentage that want to be anorecsic and Playboy-ish and maybe I would feel desired if men everywhere thought I was hot on Fashion TV.
6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy?
Never spicy.
7. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought “lunch”?
No. I have had thoughts of murder.
LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family):
Some.
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)
Not as many as I have seen nakkid.
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of the opposite gender during a normal conversation?
Sure. I’m a pervert, but I prefer thighs.
4. Have you ever kissed two people in one night?
Yes. Kiss slut..
5. What is your favorite body part on a person?
Men: Thighs. Hands.
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?
Not. I guess I have never looked as desperate as I may have felt.
GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own?
Is Noid reading this?? Then, none!
2. What’s your guilty pleasure store?
I can’t say I have one…. because I simply can’t afford stuff… I love Exclusive Books and Woollies food when I have monies.
3. Would you rather be rich, or famous?
Rich.
4. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?
Probably for a little while. ….you know… until I have ENOUGH!
5. Have you ever stolen anything?
Off course!
6. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?
A couple THOUSAND… I is not joking…. but it is music nobody but I and everyone either demented or over 80 would appreciate.
PRIDE
1. What’s one thing you have done that you’re most proud of? Leaving the x-person.
2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of? I really do not know. Sometimes I think I’ve just been a dissapointment to them.
3. What things would you like to accomplish in your life? Find peace for my soul.
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?
Nope..
5.Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?
Yes…. Junior Achievement nonsense in high school..
6.Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?
Nope.. I try not to pick sticks to hit myself with… I try.
7. What did you do today that you’re proud of?
I faced a demon.
ENVY
1. What item or person would you most want to have for your own?
Item: Kick ass camera equipment. Person: Noid.
2. Who would you want to go on “Trading Spaces” with?
My sister in law Marihanda.
3.If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?
Nobody really. I wanna be me.
4. Have you ever been cheated on?
I don’t think so.
5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own
All the time. I hate my stomach…. now have also decided my nose isn’t proper.
.6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?
Patience.
Reading and not commenting is like coming into my house - drinking my coffee, eating my biscuits and not greeting me. Not proper that.
Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once.... understand. ~ Unknown
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