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A cousin, twice removed (my grandfather was her great-great-grandfather), who now lives a thousand miles from here, called me the other day. She asked if they (her husband and three children) could spend a few days with me when they visit Cape Town during the school holidays. I am very fond of her, so naturally, I said yes.

Then came the second request. Will it be a problem if her husband’s twin brother comes along? I started seeing problems. He is also married with three children. I already have misgivings about her husband and if I have to put up with a look-alike as well, it was not something to look forward to. After a moment of doubt, I reluctantly agreed.

But it was still not the end. They will be coming to Cape Town by bus, she explained, and will need transportation. It will be ‘very much appreciated’ if they could use my car while they are here. I made such a mistake before; I was certainly not going to do it again. I suppose I could have offered them the use of my dilapidated one-ton pick-up truck, but I curtly refused the request. She sounded a bit disappointed but promised to make another plan.

Well, a plan they made. I expected them on Monday but they arrived out of the blue earlier today in two shiny white Japanese cars. The terrible twins, their spouses and six children between them, their ages ranging from two to eleven. Mercifully, they will be leaving for another family member on Tuesday or Wednesday. I’m hoping for Tuesday rather than Wednesday.

Six little angels.

They have only been here for only a few hours and already I’m up the bend. I politely excused myself with the story that I have important work to do and withdrew upstairs to my playroom. The kids are up and down the wooden staircase driving me mad. I will have to stop it before I go completely nuts. I wonder if one can buy nerve gas at the pharmacy.


Enjoy your weekend; I won’t have the opportunity to do that.

I have decided and put in my will that when I pass away, it will not be a big deal. Meaning no celebration, no eulogy, no accounts and no gathering. Just a very silent but solemn prayers from my children. Cremate me and pour my ashes to the Ocean. Particularly at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge. Well none of them want to agree with that but I told them my wishes anyway.

An acquaintance who is a pastor passed away and of course, I attended the service. What a mind changing experience. Most of the time we were made to laugh and cry and laugh and smile. I think I might just agree with the wishes of my children but I am not quite sold to that idea yet.

Anyone who wants to share their opinion on this thought is most welcome. Otherwise thanks for reading.

Have a good day.

I was born in the same hospital within hours of my best friend. When we were three or four months old we were both entrusted to our eldest brothers who were, and still are, best friends. From what I understand, this was a duty that they performed with admirable enthusiasm. They were eight at the time. They pushed us around in our prams, wiped our noses, cleaned our bums, and changed our soiled nappies. They pooled their resources by taking turns to look after us while the other one joined the other boys in their games. We were never left alone. In this way a unique four-way bond was formed that would last a life time.

They taught us to fight the boys and, to my mother’s disgust, to stand and pee. By the time I was ten I had my mind made up about who I’m going to marry. He broke my heart when I was fourteen. He married somebody else. When he divorced five years later, I saw my chance. I was nineteen, itchy and ready for him. I wanted him to be the first and the only. He told me to have a cold shower. He refused to see me as anything but a sister. Sometimes I’m sorry he did not take me that day. It would have changed our lives completely. Other times I’m glad that he refused me. Sex has a way to kill friendships.

The bond between two old school friends and their two baby sisters is still as strong as ever. It is wonderful to know that if I stumble, I will have no less than three super heroes who will exceed themselves to get me up and running again.

After reading the sad news about Simmo, my night and day were very quiet and I spent most of my night thinking of my loved ones who passed away and whom I badly miss from time to time. Sometimes I do wonder if I showed them how much I loved them? Makes me wish to have more time with them so I could at least make it up to them.

I spent the afternoon with my son, he drove me nuts and I wasn't happy about it but at the end, I ended up hugging him and telling him how much I love him and that I do get mad when he's being hard-headed ( just like me) cos I want him to be a good boy and a good man with a good life one day. A promised to buy him his own laptop when he do good on his exams these days made him so happy and I got a bear hug and heavenly kiss for that.

On my way to work, I called my ex-husband to talk about our son's school and his exams. We did have a very nice talk and made me feel good when he said " Don't worry a thing, I got this, we ( him and his wife ) will handle things and will also go to check with his teachers tomorrow. Have a nice day and take care of yourself" I wished we could talk like this during those bad days...

I reached office only to hear another bad news, the 17 years old brother of my colleague just died in an accident few hours ago. Life is so mysterious, it's just so very very difficult to fathom it.

Just before I wrote this blog, I read a message from my bf saying he's not comfortable sending me his shirtless photo that I asked, saying I didn't really want to see his tummy. That made me feel bad and sad...not because he doesn't want to send me one but because he doubted what I feel. I love the man, even if he grow a very big tummy, even if all his hairs turn white...he is a good looking man but that's not why I love him. I love him for who he really is...jerk and all

Now, since I'm in a very very sensitive mood at the moment, I would like to take this opportunity to say "Sorry" to those I've offended here on Blog Land and at the same " Thanks" to all of you who are a good friend to me and appreciate my crazy friendship in return.


You all have a lovely night/day

A few years back Scotland, even my little tropical bit of it, had a really bad winter, with no warning whatsoever. We didn't have enough gritters, we didn't have enough grit, it was pandemonium for a few days and ever since then we've been on yellow alert each and every winter and ever since then the winters have been mild.

I've got a bad feeling about this one, though. And I say that as someone who loves snow and ice and fog and all the sort of extreme winter weather I didn't grow up with. This could be a snorter.

Any advice on what I should be buying / stocking / preparing for, if I'm right? up to and maybe including a dog-sleigh ...

I grew up slightly wistful that I wouldn't see the year 2000. It wasn't because I couldn't imagine being that old, I just knew I wouldn't. At 2 minutes to midnight, Dec 31st 1999, hectic street party, someone fired a shot in my direction and I thought oh, riiiight. Then I thought hang on, am I dead or not?

So it has been unexpected borrowed time since then, and the last couple of years have been particularly brilliant. But how much longer before that bullet finally catches up?

I come from a family which roars into the eighties before starting to falter, but that thought horrifies me. I don't want to get old (too late, too late, would be the chorus from most on this website) but when does old actually start?

First signs of losing of the memory or mind? If I have, I haven't noticed. You'd tell me, right?

First aches and pains and groaning when you get up (or sit down)? Touch wood, still leaping around like a flea (especially when cramp attacks during that morning stretch, but that's not age, has had me dancing a morning fandango for years)

First time you get a chance to go out with someone hot and think hmm, rather stay home and read a book?

I have friends younger than me with arthritis and aching joints, yikes. I have friends 10 years older who insist life gets better and better. Luck of the draw, but I do know I don't want to get old. I long since told my daughter if anything abruptly happens and I'm gone, she must remember I'd have been surprised but ultimately downright relieved.

I just wondered when, apart from having a bloody birthday, one realizes "hell I am OLD". Anyone got an opinion?

I'm giving up. I can't go on like this anymore....It seems that I can never do anything right at all. I feel like I'm going no where in life...tired of Putting, my own needs and happiness on the back burner .........

I have mixed feelings when I read about the verdict of Bill Cosby last night. First off he is very old, second he truly symbolized the most ideal father like persona each of us had come to admire and emulate during the early 80s and on.

But in reality, I can't ever fathom what he has done and how he did it. Most evil act of manipulating and abusing his victims.

I mean, was he all that good on projecting the kind of a person as a dad and as a husband on his show just to please us for money?

I am so sad for his victims and yes, he deserves to pay the price and even that is not enough.

What a cruel world.

I just want to share my happiness with all of you

I ever posted blog that I missed my little baby (5 now) for more than 3,5 years now due to the divorcing. She was taken by her father just to torture me. He hidden her from my reaching. But since last 2 years, he entered Jakarta and my baby stayed with her aunty and been raised by her.

Since I heard that, on purpose I recruited one of my ex. Husband's nephew to be my assistant to connect me to her. Since last years he works for me. I got all information and photos of her from the nephew which he got from the aunty.

After more than 3,5 years I couldn't see my baby.. The nephew tried to arrange the meeting between me and my baby. He marathonly talk to the aunty. They actually have little worry that the secret planning of meeting will be heard by her daddy. If that's happen, he can take her away and go far away to hide her again... Yes, very selfish.

And the day is coming. Today I met her BUT I was not allowed to cry and not allowed to introduce myself to her to avoid she talk to her daddy, not allowed to be over reacting. Let she try to recognize me by herself. The aunty introduced me to her as a friend...

Her aunty told me alot abt her growing up. I was crying when she told me story... That time my baby was not around. I really thanks to her has been taking care of her very well. And we talk abt planning for her elementary school. I just asked her to register her to the best school and I will be financing her.
. Hi... What's your name? she answered me.. Come here dear.. Do you like to take a pic? Oh..yes aunty..
Once again ok? Say cheeeeeers.... And show your cute smile..

I wish I hugged her.. But the nephew gave me sign not to over reacting, actually he disagree I kissed her but I couldn't resist.

Very nice meeting... And the aunty promised slowly will introduce who I am to her..

I am your mother darling...

My son just called me, his step-mom just delivered a baby girl

He sent me her photo, she looks like him!

He wanted a brother, he's a little disappointed but very happy that he's not going to grow up alone from now on. I'm very happy too My son is 10 and half years old, a big gap between them but that's OK. I'm very pleased that he won't be all alone one day...

Will shop for gifts for his sister this weekend...thinking what would be nice for SALMA...

What a happy day...

Hope you all are having a nice Friday there


Here's the angel...