The Bachelorette

As I could not make it to a special friend's bachelorette party recently, I have decided to dedicate a post to her instead.


Some random factoids about our friendship:

• She closes her ears when she goes to toilet as she feels this will prevent other people from hearing her tinkle (how she rationalizes this in her head I am not sure).
• At work we made a mean team. During the skeleton staff Xmas period we manned all 13 wards, spring cleaned the department and we were still able to leave early.
• We have the same sense of humour: dark and random that few understand and when seated together at a dinner table things tend to get rowdy.
• Have shared deep late night conversations and woken up with virgin hangovers.
• She gave me her bed while she slept on the floor.
• We are from completely different backgrounds and religions but share very similiar morals and values.
• I introduced her to 'Napolenan Dynamite' and 'Outsourced' and she introduced me to 'Pushing Daises and Hot Rod'
• She makes lovely vegatarian/halaal food when I visit.
• She is a fair faced Arikaans meisie who is easily mistaken as Indian
• We get along so well because I am a Pine and she is a Lollipop and this is apparently the best combination of personality types (according to Evergreen Parenting). It is a good thing her fiance is a Pine too.

The invite requested you to provide a song that reminds you of the bachelorette. The song that will always remind me of her is: 


'Coming Undone' The Korn vs Coldplay version
Keep holding on

When my brain's ticking like a bomb
Guess the black thoughts
Have come again to get me

Sweet bitter words
Unlike nothing I have heard
Sing along, mockingbird
You don't affect me

That's right
Deliver it to my heart
Please strike
Be deliberate

Wait, I'm coming undone
Unlaced, I'm coming undone
Too late, I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

Choke, choke again
I find my demons were my friends
Getting me in the end
They're out to get me

Since I was young
I tasted sorrow on my tongue
And this sweet sugar gun
Does not protect me

That's right
Trigger between my eyes
Please strike
Make it quick now

Wait, I'm coming undone
Unlaced, I'm coming undone
Too late, I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

I'm trying to hold it together
Head is lighter than a feather
Looks like I'm not getting better
Not getting better

Wait, I'm coming undone
Unlaced, I'm coming undone
Too late, I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

Wait, I'm starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I'm coming undone
What looks so strong, so delicate

Dark and beautiful like my friend...

That's all.

Just Another Ordinary Day at the Office

Overheard in a ward round:


Doctor: Mr L why are you so angry with the nurses?


Mr L: These strange women come into my room at all hours of the night and fiddle with me!


Doctor: Mr L the nurses have to come in and take your blood pressure.


Mr L: For what?! I have WATER running through these veins NOT BLOOD!


Doctor: (Sigh). Ok. Mr L do you remember how you got that bruise on your arm?


Mr L: No.


Doctor: You fell in the shower last week.


Mr L: That wasn't me. It was one of my other three personas.


That's all.

My Friend's Blog

"Friends can connect in mysterious ways without even speaking. Perhaps they have amazing powers. Perhaps they are both just peculiar in the head" ~ Edward Monkton.


If you enjoy reading my blog I am sure you will also enjoy reading my friend's blog. We are both very random individuals who are drawn to each other's randomness and suffer from withdrawal if we spend to much time with 'ordinary' people...


Check it out: http://wwwlienkiesblog.blogspot.com/


That's all.

Tip of the Day: How to Prevent Explosions

Hard boiled eggs with the shell removed can not be reheated in the microwave, I repeat CAN NOT be reheated in the microwave!


I am still suffering from post traumatic stress...


That's all.

Why I Will Always Be Daddy's Little Girl

• I fell asleep on my daddy's lap every night, until my sister was born (baby sisters ruin everything).
• My father taught me to ride a bike and swim without any form of assitive devices (he tricked me into doing both of these but I forgive him now).
• My dad enjoyed chasing my sister and I around the house with various forms of insects or dead rodents. One day he had a fat white grub on a spade and chased us around the garden with it, my sister ran so hard into a wooden gate, that it was dislodged from its' hinges, fortunately she lived to tell the tale
• When I was little my father let me sit on his shoulders and do anything I liked to his hair, there were no limits, I usually put every elastic-tie, bow and clip I owned in his hair and then asked my mother to take a picture. I eventually passed this tradition on to my sister and till today she still enjoys tweezing the hair out of his ears (nasty).
• We were called 'dalchies' as a term of endearment (FYI a dalchie is a Malay deep fried savoury snack).
• When we refused to go bath my dad enjoyed rubbing our faces and arms with a banana skin until we eventually gave in and went to bath (randomness really is genetic I tell you).
• My father could make the best coke floats, unfortunately these coke floats were never very kind to my digestive system.

That's all.

Brrrrr

In the time of  the ever popular 'Coke-a-Cola' advertisement a colleague of mine used the following, very apt, phrase to describe a handsome doctor we worked with: "Brrrrrrrrr"!


Unfortunately said doctor was only a few metres in front of her...


That's all.

The Best Compliment

According to my mother the best compliment she ever received was from her four-year-old daughter:


"Your skin is so soft, soft like a soft white bread".


That's all.