hooooohummmm

tired, late night, post red wine view of the world today. but i'm still smiling, because of it. yay, special friends rock the world. that and i have coffee and crunchies to get me through the day.

hmmm

you know the weekend doesn't bode terribly good things (or perhaps the problem is that its too many terribly good things and even better times) when already, at 11.30, you are getting messages from friends saying:
"Well maybe you should come down here on your lunch break. Have a sneaky drink"

good god, and i already took yesterday off, as needed a break, a rest and a relaxation from insanity and all that. and so it starts all over again. bring it on. afternoon drinks, then run to see another recent arrival, long lost friend, then off to dinner to celebrate return of first said long lost, and then party party. that's only today's plan, I've already lost track of the rest of the weekend's options and organisations. so much for the calm and tranquil existence i had planned for this weekend. I'm not complaining. in the slightest. bugger calm.

wise words, big smiles

so it started this morning with someone telling me a saying of 'if you don't stress about it, you die; if you stress about it, you die anyway" so rather just not stress and enjoy the way through it all. good words.
i just bumped into an old varsity friend, who after 3 years, has come back to finish off her degree. she's chosen to do Italian as her major, as she left it far more worth her while to follow things that she loved and enjoyed rather than doing a shit course, purely because there may be better options of employment or so on afterwards. she was saying that there's an 83 year old guy in her Italian class, someone who saw Mussolini dead, was an architecture professor, been married about 7 times, was an amazing Shakespearean actor, and so on, and felt that he wanted to extend his knowledge of languages, hence the Italian. we got on to talking about age, life, debt and so on...and it fitted right into many conversations, debates and thoughts that have come this year from own experience, friends and even things like the secret, about if you want to do it, just go and do it, the universe seems to have this amazing ability to sort things out for you along the way. fuck worry about debt, and expectations, and stuck in rut and all that stuff; over time it all works out and balances itself in time. live large, and the world will open to give it back, and make sure that some how you hand back on your feet again. i like the idea, and it seems to have worked so far, so carry on, dear universe, carry on. it made me smile. and realise the world is mine.

strange days

from the newspaper this morning:
a former railway worker in poland woke up yesterday after a 19 year coma. he last remembers life under communism, and was amazed that food was no longer rationed, and the number of products and goods now available.

can you imagine 19 years of your life gone, and then you wake up, to pick up the pieces again and start all over?

the down side

the shit side of all this happinesses is that i saw the tyre bill this morning; R650 later. bugger. so the debt to daddy dearest grows.

mmmm

what a great night; from the first sip of the first post-work beer, that most bestest thing in the world, to the last sip of the irish coffee, i was smiling. watched a superb play, talked too much shit and good stuff with friends, ate sushi (am still happy from that) and drank lots of red wine. there are some nights when you sit back, look around at your table, and just smile that you are lucky enough to know the great combination of people sitting around you. i like times like that.
woop woop and here's to going to see SA vs Ghana soccer in the SAA box tomorrow! closely followed by a delightful potentially awesome birthday party; silver dresses and high heels! there are certain moments where living in this place truly rocks, and for some reason, this week is one of them.