I can’t believe there’s one more sleep until the long awaited kick-off of the world cup. I can’t believe how I underestimated my own excitement and the response of the nation. On the other hand … I did expect the response from the rest of the world … shock! Continue reading
Let the celebrations begin!
In true style, Greggie passionately gets swept away by build up of his birthday and has never been shy to indulge in the blessings of turning another year older. Yes, he actually gets excited about his age. He totally gets excited that it’s his birthday and of course, he claims an entire week. Continue reading
The tattoo is healing so nicely thanks to the nappy rash cream (yep, that was the instruction from Pepi), a whole lot of care and attention from my gentle mom’s applications of the ointment, Greggie’s super thick applications and my brother’s ‘slap it on and smear’ ones. I’ve also kept my hair tied up, considering the feeling of one hair touching it sends the coldest shivers down my spine and I don’t feel like greasy hair for the next few days. I’ve also kept it open and worn low back t-shirts in the middle of freakin’ winter. Needless to say, it’s very exposed and drawing attention. Continue reading
Most people silently go about their business, moving under the radar from one day to the next and sneaking off to have a medium sized tattoo in a place that is well thought out. For countless reasons, I am not one of those people. I don’t silently go about my business (a lot of that is relate to the fact that I was born under the jabber, jabber sign on Libra) and rather choose to write about my life for the whole world to see.
I don’t fly under the radar and I didn’t slip into the shadows to have a tattoo either. Oh, and according to the reactions of many unsuspecting (even though prepared and fully aware) the tat is so much bigger than expected.
That, my friends, is the first of many gifts that this masterpiece has given me, in less than 24 hours. Continue reading
Even though I’ve got a dear friend who’s helped me prep for this afternoon’s tattoo and I’m more than a thousand percent sure that I want this beautiful piece of art that is symbolic and permanent … I can’t help but admit that yesterday was consumed with the distracting fears of the needle.
Text Guy thinks I’ll chicken out just before and Mr Big was surprisingly impressed that I was following through. Little did he know that something he said was the final confirmation that I was born to have this tattoo. Continue reading
I’m currently blogging while being totally swept away by one of my favourite movie, first knight. I’m a hopeless romantic and am never more swept away than into the fairytale arms of Lancelot and Guinevere. I also have such a full weekend that I also have to blog tonight. Not that I’m complaining considering I’m bursting to talk about one of the most exciting days I’ve had since the beginning of ‘project me‘. Continue reading
My absolute favourite series on TV is House. There’s too much about it to admire, chuckle at and return for to even mention, but when an episode relates exactly to you … you gasp. It wasn’t the dying person (she sighs with relief) but her lifestyle that had me fixated and analyzing my symptoms. She was a blogger. Continue reading
Today is the first morning in nearly a month that I’ve woken up without annoying butterflies in my stomach and apprehension at the forefront of my mind. It’s even more annoying to wake up this way considering I really couldn’t say that I’m loving exactly where I am in my life.
I totally live in the now, cherish every moment, have fun (which has now developed into chatting to the butterflies that have set up their camp in my tummy) and wouldn’t change much at all. Continue reading


















