Month: August 2010

A Little Something About The White Horse

In at least one point in your life, you’re going to be met with a situation where you want something you can’t have. A white horse, from my knowledge, is that object you crave, but can never have.  It’s always there, but just out of your reach.  After time, the horse will eventually run, escaping your memory.  But don’t breathe too easily, because it will soon be replaced by a new, shiny white horse.  A white horse can be anything you want/need/crave/desire.  In this case, we’ll talk about the most desired: Women. Since I can remember, there has always been a white horse in my life.  There are, of course, a few reasons that cause this to remain a white horse: 1. She’s too hot This is a weird one for me.  I am of the opinion that once I know the girl a little, that I am talking to her, then I’d be able to take it any direction I wanted.  That was a while ago, and the Hot Girl was a big spanner in that thinking and confidence.  I don’t know why, but I’m increasingly more intimidated with the Hot Girl.  I know they’re just women too, but I just can’t seem to shake it.  So, more so now, there seems to be one around. 2. She’s a friend Tough one.  I personally believe that platonic relationships...

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A Little Bit About Being Wrong

Humble pie. The bitter pill to swallow. It’s bitter because no one likes to ever admit to being in the wrong. But the thing with letting it out is that as you eat that pie, it slowly begins to taste okay. In saying that, I’m not writing for me to feel okay, but yes, I have done one or two things badly. Jumping into something requires that you jump with two feet. There can’t be any of this half-arsed stuff. No playing around with people’s emotions because you’re unsure of what you want. My worry is I’ve seen it before. Not necessarily by me, but I’m seen it. And this time, it was me. I bought her flowers and made her excited, but my feet were firmly planted on either side of that line. The one foot might have joined the other at some point. It just didn’t stay there long enough, and by the time I was ready to figure stuff out, it was too late. The “problem” is, it wasn’t meant to get to this point. It was supposed to be relaxed and easy and uncomplicated. But this is reality. It needed to end because I didn’t know if I could commit. There were a lot of things standing in the way, and so it ended. But it’s the same old story. You’ve heard it before. Yet...

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A Little Something About Twitter

Dear Twitter, I love you. You have been so good to me. I know I neglected you for so long after I first met you, but that was only because your inner beauty was still hidden to me. Since I came back to you in early 2009, you have given me so much joy. A shoulder to cry on Yes, when I was a bucket of uselessness after being ripped to shreds by an ex, you brought me back to life and even helped me grow stronger A date While some say you’re not a dating site, you are one of the best ways to find people. You have let me meet new people, some of which allowed me to be me, and some that allowed me to take them out to wine and dine. And some that just forgot about the wining and dining and led me straight into their rooms. Friends There are the most amazing people out there that you have shown me. Some of these people I could not live without now. A Blog Yes, without you, I would never have started blogging. I saw many blogs through you, and you gave me that one spark to start my own.  You’ve let me tell my story. People have learnt A Little Bit About Me. A place to vent You have let me bitch about every...

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A Little Bit About My Escape

I was chatting to someone last night who said they weren’t happy and it got me thinking a little bit. I mean, no one can be happy for all of their life. There is just too much to get in the way of things. I’m not at all saying that it’s a bad thing, though. All these things change and mould us into the creatures we are, but I just think there are ways to make us feel better about things – like your own personal escape. As I type, I’m sitting in my happy place. I’m on the couch of my grandmother’s home in Hermanus. I look out the window in one direction and I see mountains. In the other, I see the small koppie that once had an electric candle on it’s head before a fire changed that. I’ve been coming to this home before I was born, and Hermanus has only good memories for me. It keeps me sane. I think a lot of that has to do with my gran too. She sits here struggling to read her crossword puzzle now, sometimes commenting on the way the village has changed so much or to pass some more of her dry humour that I understand so well. It all comes together beautifully. I have only ever brought one girl here, and even though that remembrance is...

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