Not-sure-of-title-yet’s sequel

Well all you need to know is that the first of the series was definitely not worth posting.  So here is part 2, generally aiming to be intelligent and funny and add value to the reader’s life and to the all-round wellbeing of society at large. 

Reflections on life and death and choices (bit of a heavy)

Life is a bit of a sigh right now.  Two people I know have committed suicide.  I didn’t know either of them well, merely only met them;  had lunch with the one and the other came to minister at our church.  These are two entirely different events.  There is no connection between these two people.  Both of them woman.  One Christian, one not.  Their deaths unsettled me.

i got skills

It’s true that I have some skills.  Some more obscure than others, but skills nonetheless.  And sometimes I think about my skills, and my skills become obvious, it jumps out at me.  And then I think I should blog about my skills. 

I can relate to this...

multiblogging

Been meaning to write some blogs.  Wanted to write about my last few hikes, one up and down Table Mountain in record time, for me at least, another one at the said most dangerous hike in Cape Town, between Llandudno and Hout Bay, via the coast.  Wanted to describe the exhilaration of adrenaline-pumping hiking terrain, narrow tunnels, scary cliffs and the joys of rope burns on your delicate palms and wanted to ponder about the effects of the mental exhaustion versus the physical challenge that left me intellectually incapacitated for the better part of a learning curve work week. 

The unbearable lightness of being

The truth is that I’m actually quite a good sleeper.  A pleasant sleeper really.  Usually I just lie there quietly on my bed, not being a nuisance to anyone;  minding my own rest.  I’m the kind that will go back to sleep rather easily after being woken by something/someone.  I don’t get upset with the amplified bellowing of strangers on my street, coming home from Rafiki’s.  I’m a peaceful sleeper.  Sleep and let sleep, that sort of thing.

Without

The thing is, money doesn’t really matter.  It comes and it goes.  Well for most of us it’s like that.  Sometimes you have some, sometimes you’re without.  The thing is to not be emotional about it.  Maybe you’re without for a bit, but that’s not so bad.  It’s ok if you’re a little broke.  I think it’s ok. Right? 

a story for bored people at work or people who are just bored in general

Once there was a little girl.  The little girl lived inside an older girl.  The little girl enjoyed adventure but the older girl had an office job, so the little girl didn’t see much adventure.  The little girl would often look outside the office window and dream about a yacht race or a sky-diving adventure.  The older girl would just sit and do typing and filing.

Breakfast @ 10

So I’ve been slaving away submissively alongside many, many others, to the dullness of the nine-to-five humdrum for the last decade or so, fantasising about the things we office rats consider unspeakable and unmentionable. Late mornings; the absence of an alarm tone; breakfast in bed; the 11am show at the cinema; the hot chocolate, good novel, warm duvet, rain, hail and thunderstorms scenario; grocery shopping at 4pm... – true happiness, the stuff that dreams are made of, thoughts too lofty to attain, exalted far above our office-indoctrinated mindsets. The extent of our joy is limited to the victory of a

The last bus ride

(Makes me think of the day... the music died... and we were singing...)

This blog is written for my enemies. Yes, to my enemies and to others who like to laugh at my misfortunes. Which seems to be a suspiciously frequent visitor these days.

Go on. Have a laugh. It’s on me. Again.

[Sigh.]