October 23rd 2012

So, bad bad bad bad girl. I haven't posted anything in almost a year.  What a fail!! What can I say, its been a hectic year so far with moving to Cape Town and starting college and all.  The kinds of experiences I've had down here must be some of the most intense, fun, and amazing times I have ever been through. Though there have been the dark times where I feel like going completely out of my mind.  Oh well, making a post now so I guess I'm doing ok. Har di har har.
Exams starting next week and I can honestly say I. am. freaking. out.  In all my life I have never experience subjects as hard as these, but have faith, Inez I be, awesome, I definitely am, and so forth shall pass these dreaded obstacles.  On a brighter side, Tanzania is awaiting me in less than a month, I can't wait to go! I've missed my friends, family, and just the whole Tanzanian lifestyle. One really doesn't realise the great parts about the country until you leave it.
Have to say I shall miss a great deal of people here too, for a few short months, since you know, holidays always seem a great deal shorter. Especially now it seems I may have a partner in crime in the romance department, but we shall keep that hush for now, as jinxing it would be most displeasing... says the girl who's never had a relationship. I give those reading this my sole permission to laugh, I'll laugh too.. but then again, I always laugh, at everything.  It is my drug.
Oh yes! Most importantly, I am now twenty! What an old fart.
Much adieu to those reading this, I shall try my best not to be so tardy in future.
All the best in whatever you are doing, and, if you ever get the chance, check out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9D05ej8u-gU.  It is 'The most astounding fact', and it will change your whole outlook on the world... but you know, only if you have the time.
I'll leave you now.
Laughing. Out. Loud.

Diary of an old Fogy : Entry Two. Sunny Daze

Out in the garden, cigarette in hand, half full glass of red on the dingy steel table; she pauses to reflect on the glorious wonderland of nothing.  Taking a swift drag, she's hit with a succesion of flashbacks from one of the previous evenings.  Did she really do that? She ponders and shakes her head. Yet, in the mist, there it is, that face; his face.  Forcing her back to that one, splendid night, so many moons ago. 
That body, that face, that warmth.  That feeling. Oh, how she loved that feeling.  Daydreaming in a labyrinth of lost remembrances, a smile unknowingly spreads across her cheeks.  Lost in a momentary lapse of content bliss, she definitely wasn't ready for the bomb as she realises what has happened since then.
Back to reality, cigarettes burned up, and her glass definitely needs a refill.  With a sigh of resignation she slowly pulls her body off the chair and off to traipse on to the kitchen.  Her barefooted scuffles silently echo through the empty lounge.
Today was one of those days. Brilliantly sunny, dazzling rays of buttery sunshine cascaded down onto a wooded floor. Outside, every colour, each pigment, seems magnified to effulgent intensity. The air's quite warm, yet a gently whisper of a breeze passes through; light enough to cool things down, but deep enough to disturb the air with an aura of waited expectancy.

An insight

So I decided I had finally had enough of 'A-Town', so I packed my bags, and moved on to live at Snake Park, my second home.  Its only about 20km outside town, but hey, its better than nothing.
While here, I took up a bar tending job, and I now enjoy the life of being a total lazy arse in the day time, and working for copious hours every time the sun goes down. I have to say, it's great fun. I can literally feel myself come alive as I prepare several multicoloured shooters at a time, or serving booze to the very thirsty overland tourists pouring in. I can honestly say I have never before ben as relaxed as I am now, I absolutely adore it here.

You do meet some interesting people, and enjoy a few hilarious laughing session with the truck crews and Ma, BJ and Deon (my second family). Last night I persuaded an aloof, but nice tourist to buy himself a neon green snake park t-shirt. Brilliant. Although he came back every 5 minutes claiming that the girls in his group were giving him grief over the traffic stopping colour I appointed him. Tough cookies dude, this girl knows what looks good.

Now, amongst other things, I still get the odd nostalgic feeling now and again, even though living here is like an unofficial 'new start' for me, the place is like a whole different world! I'm practically cut off from the trials and tribulations I so left behind me in Arusha town, so why, I wonder, do I still get these bloody odd bouts of longing? One answer. I am a female, and because of that anti-feminist answer I shall now shake my head in shame. Am I seriously this much a sad excuse of a woman, to still await messages and phone calls that will never come? Mind games... the downfall of womankind, that is, if they're as downtrodden as I to let it influence them.  Be gone with yeh, foolish boy, foolish, pitiful femine feelings. In a much better phrase; fuck off! Fuck off you miserable old sod and leave me be to enjoy my joys and enlightenment as a singleton.

The diaries of an old fogey shall return shortly, soon as the old fogey has decided to get off her lazy ass and actually get ahold of a pen and make magic,

Adieu, fair and patient readers. 

Diaries of an Old Fogy : Entry one

The streets are alive by buzzing Toyo motorcycles and honking vehicles swerving this way and that. In the midst of it all, stand solid buildings holding strong amid the scrambles of people running around like armies of ants, as the promise of a new day in the hubbub of Arusha town awakens.  Voted the 8^th worst city in the world by The Lonely Planet, ‘A-town’ is quite rich in culture, and street vendors.   The gateway to the famous national parks, it’s not usual to see swarms of tourists shuffling about the busy streets, enjoying the experience of a dusty, Tanzanian town.

She sees a bunch pass the window, gawking at a particularly colorful ‘shuka’ clad Masai man, cycling down the road in an excited frenzy.  The stream of smoke from her Marlboro light softly diffuses out into the open air, as she lifts the steaming cup of frothy coffee to her lips.  Ten years she’s lived in this town, yet, aside from a few industrial developments, it hasn’t seemed to have changed.  The same old cars, the same old air, same kinds of people, the same kind of timeless quality wafting in and out on a daily basis. 

Soft lilac petals fall down lightly upon her rich auburn head, as she heads out to her car.  She gazes up at the molting Jacaranda tree, magnificent in all its purple glory, bringing light to a change of season; October is nearly upon them.  With a sigh of indignation she climbs into her weathered old land rover.  A much loved vehicle, a series 2, this car did not take shit from anything; however much prone to getting a few hiccups now and again.

New Blog

Ok, so I decided to create a new blog solely based on this newest epiphany of mine to post diary type entries of the deprived sort. Visit it at http://diariesofwithdrawel.blogspot.com if you please. For now, I shall continue writing the usual random banter on this blog.

Impatience

How long has it been?

2...3...it feels like eternity.

Fizzing parts yearn for that touch

That burning need to erupt in ecstasy.

A kiss...really? Why not more

I know you want to tumble

So come on

Don't be such a selfish bore!

Sneak out, be daring, come out to play

I'll even give you the time of day.

That flaming intimacy

So close, so warm...

So salty, so wet...

So smooth, so hot...

So...oh, can you just get here already!

I'll touch you here

And you can tickle me there

I'll let you win

This time it's fair.

Please, oh please

Just please pay heed

My shivering flesh

Is in such dire need!

I can't contain it

It's in control

This overpowering desire...

Its fighting to play that role.

Don't tease me

Just please me

Let's play, hide and seek

I won't  even let you count the sheep.

Show me who's boss

Go on, take the fucking lead

Don't keep me waiting

I can barely stay on my fucking seat!

This anticipation is so strong

There's every need to be crude

One more day...

Fuck it, I am screwed.

22nd September 2011

.......And so, the anticipation deprivation issue starts! Stay tuned, you shall see a different stage of my frustrated deprived anticipation in each new post.