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My mother finds it quiet unfathomable that I wake up to doing explicitly the above illustrated everyday for a good, well...whole day! Of coarse I have briefs for college to read, assignments to complete, food to eat, more coffee to drink, friends to see and mags and books to read , but with that being such a breeze I tend to spend a few minutes on that and the rest of the hours on twitter, blogging, reading other blogs and pinterest.  I've been consistently doing this everyday (except weekends) for over a month now, results? I'm hooked & need no help! Now with all that mention and confession, I actually have a  friend that I want you guys to meet in writing through two of her posts. Never for a moment had I thought I would feature another writer on my blog but after reading these posts I laughed, smiled and flicked a tear or two which made me open up & share with you these good reads that I related to. Hope you enjoy these as much as I did.


2012-03-05
by Tlatsi @ http://tlassy.tumblr.com

Style 101 - Parent Edition

Dear Parents,

Just because an item of clothing comes in a size that fits your child doesn’t always mean it’s okay to buy it for your child. Think “child” not “shrunken grown up”.

I say this because a few weeks ago two women were trying to buy a dress for a little girl at Zara. She was about…okay, I don’t know (you just never know with kids these days) but she was young. Her mom and (I assumed) aunt - Lady 1 and Lady 2- had her in this black dress that just seemed too grown up and didn’t fit right and was just…not for this kid! Plus she was clearly uncomfortable in it.

So what did I do? Well, what any good citizen waiting for the alterations dude to show up would have, of course! I very grimly looked at the dress and shook my head ever so slightly when Lady 1 looked at me (‘cause I was just standing there with one hem of my pants folded in). Anyway, she didn’t frown so I took that as a “please go ahead” so I went for it. Told her it was a tad grown up and that it didn’t fit quite right. Also told her that the first dress she’d tried on (the one she twirled around in) was more appropriate and fit better. Little Girl started nodding frantically and threw me a you-rock smile (that’s my story and sticking to it) as Lady 1 and Lady 2 decided to go for Dress 1.

Bet you that young lass nominated me for sainthood after that. ‘Cause that’s how I roll; I’m a really nice person.

Moral of the story? See Paragraph 1.

You’re welcome :)


3rd August
2011-03

The chronicles of this chick’s journey…

August 3^rd 2011 – Numb and Numb-er

I’ve lived in Durban since I left varsity and I’ll be the first to admit that our union has not been the rosiest, most loving of them. I’ve never really felt at home here and I guess I never really tried to. Don’t get me wrong though; I’ve had some of the best times of my life here but like I said, it wasn’t instant love.

The point here is that in less than a month I will be moving to Johannesburg and… well I dunno… I don’t have that jubilant feeling that one gets when one gets what one has always wanted. And because this is happening so fast and I’m struggling to keep up with my feelings, I’ve decided to keep a blog diary. I might publish the entries… I might not; we’ll see.

• One of my best friends has just moved into my neighbourhood and I’m on the way out – the very thought leaves me numb. I’m not even gonna go there


• I submitted my resignation letter to the Human Resources Director on Monday, August 1st and am yet to get a response. This bothers me as I am not the most patient of people. I know she and I discussed my imminent departure but that’s no reason for her not to formally accept my resignation.


• I have just made a new friend that I will definitely regret saying goodbye to :(


• Towards the end of my third year here (that would be towards the end of 2010), I started discovering the more lovable side of Durban. Well, lovable to me anyway… It’s the quaint little things that had me appreciating this place a little more (I won’t get into it right now though). Once I got past the crap that is usually pushed (clubs, beach, etc.) I realised that this place really isn’t bad. PLUS, it is so green and lush and…just beautiful.


• There’s so fucking much to do! I don’t know where to start. This makes me a bit nervous because I have about 20 days to pack up all my shit and haul ass. Help!


• I am plaqued by doubts and I keep wondering if this really is meant to be… but I’m excited…sort of, I think.


• I won’t even get into the amount of work I have to get done before I leave.


• And all those people I need to see before I leave..


• Those things I need to experience!! 20 days is not enough!!

I know I’m meant to take it one day at a time but that’s very hard to do when you’re generally inclined to over-analyse everything and plan things to death!

I need a drink.

For more great reads please visit her awesome blog; http://tlassy.tumblr.com/tagged/tlassy 
Trust me it's worth reading!