My alter ego is panda is still alive. She has not been swallowed by the Joburgian monster called stress. In actual fact, rather than being consumed, this panda has been consuming. Lindt Lindt Lindt Lindt Lindt! I fear that I haven’t had anything to say of late because I can’t talk with my mouth so full of chocolate. But nevertheless, here are a few of my pre-weekend thoughts that have come to light now that I can think clearly once the sugar cloud in my brain has subsided.
· I don’t like Zooey Deschanel. Bite me. At first glance I can see the appeal. Thick waterfall fringe covering mysterious fairy pool eyes. Monotone voice that is seemingly emotionless but conceals apparent depth. Cute bows in hair – any girl who wears bows in her hair gives off that cute, ditsy, arty, freak in the bed vibe. Trail of men after her because she won’t run after them. Oh and she never cries. Guys dig that. At second glance all I see is a girl that can’t see out of her eyes, who has no vocal variety, who feels nothing and who mysteriously avoids commitment. Conclusion – she is a man.
· I love the fact that my friends know me so well. And I hate it equally. When someone knows your expressions, different laughs, different smiles and social responses as well as they know their own, it is hard to put on a masquerade. And sometimes a masquerade is all your want.
· On the other hand, when that same friend who knows you so well, picks you up before you even get chance to fall, you realize how grateful you are to have found the one person who can see into your soul because it is the other half of theirs.
· Friday the 13th. I’m flying under the radar so far. Please see Post-weekend Panda ponderings entry to see if I managed to avoid being a target.
· I have officially declared that my dad is the strangest but most exceptional man that I have ever known. At 65, he embraced the family karaoke evening by lying down on stage singing “Chasing cars” by Snow Patrol re-enacting the music video, while my brother played and acoustic drum solo in the background. Can I highlight the fact that he was wearing Steve Maddon shoes and a Forever 21 shirt? He is a cool dad Regina.
· I am rather obsessed with Greg Laswell “The one I love” at the moment. It is a long car drive, sun beating down on my head, what am I doing with my life, sing a long and feel eerily lost but at peace kind of song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VagADNMyJuk
· I plan to go watch Henry Ate at Tanz café tonight - http://www.henryate.com/. They are a nostalgic connection to my past when I used to listen to them with my first young love, Michael Erasmus, a brilliant artist and heart capturer with a pony tail and phenomal eyebrows. I plan to pop open the wine, sit in solitude listening to the mind-blowingly sad song “Just” as I wallow in self pity and then try find someone to kiss.
· I always wonder at the term “Rose tinted glasses.” I don’t like roses very much– I think a rose is a rather ominously sad flower. If a rose was a person I imagine her have raven hair, pale skin, red, wet lips and black eyes. A beautiful disaster. A rose scares me. Give me Barberton daisies. A daisy is the girl next door. I want daisy tinted glasses.
· I now have my first follower on my bog – Carly Barnes – writer of the epically rad blog http://heelzandhangovers.blogspot.com/. I am a baby blogger and get inspiration from people like her J
4 coffee's down, looming wee pressing - literally pressing please no one push my stomach.
This panda is going to stop pondering and put on her peep toes to join the social Joburg nightlife parade.
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