This was taken after the games. 
I wore yellow proudly on Friday.
Waka Waka

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On my way to St.Francis today, I thought to look around the shops quick to find a Bafana Bafana shirt.   I couldn’t find a t-shirt, but found a soccer t, and a Bafana Bafana jacket.   Ofcourse this left me with all smiles for the rest of the day.

I noticed that Brazil had serious over-stock almost everywhere!   
Don’t people like Brazil?  Or did the shops over-estimate Brazil’s support?

Spain also had sections all to it’s red self where the rails were hanging full.    I couldn’t understand it.   I mean these are great teams!

Well, me being truly international, decided to buy a bit of this and a bit of that.   I like to support the teams as they play.

So this is how I plan to dress:

11 June 2010
SA vs Mexico   and     Uruguay vs France    -   
I will wear my Bafana gear!   Being the first game of the world cup,  even though I don’t think we will be the end-winners, I do hope that we do well and believe that we can beat the Mexicans…
I’ll shout for France in their game against Uruguay, but I will still be in my yellow Bafana  jacket!    Well, depending on whether I did a wardrobe change to make it to Attilia’s Bday at Coco’s.

12 June 2010
Argentina vs Nigeria  ,  Korea Republic vs Greece   and   England vs USA
Greece is playing in my town, but I’ll be watching on the big screen.    I am however going to see England live on the 23rd, and therefore I shall begin my diminutive siding for them here.

13 June 2010
Algeria vs Slovenia  ,  Germany vs Australia  and  Servia vs Ghana
Germany wins hands down!   I haven’t yet got any Germany gear, but I can make a plan *evil grin*.
By the way, Australia’s Lucas Neil will make it hard for me to keep my eye on Germany  *just saying*.

14 June 2010
Netherlands vs Denmark ,   Japan vs Cameroon    and    Italy vs Paraguay
It’s a tough one for me.   Netherlands… Italy…  Hmmm
My ex is a solid Netherlands fan, and I entirely agree with his orange choice.
But Italy…   I dare say I’m battling to choose between the two.   
Putting it down to clothes, blue is more my colour!

15 June 2010
New Zealand vs Slovakia , Cote D’Ivoire vs Portugal   and   Brazil vs Korea
Ok it’s really getting difficult.
I want Portugal to win the WC *sigh*.    But Brazil is kick-ass!    Maybe I wear Portugal close to my heart and Brazil around my legs

16 June 2010
Honduras vs Chile   and   Spain vs Switzerland    and    South Africa vs Uruguay
Spain Spain Spain!!!   I am getting Spain gear for this day.   I want Spain gear.   I will have Spain gear.   Understood.    I’ll support SA after with a beanie - late night - cold….   *shrugs*.

That’s enough for now.
Those are all the games groups A to H.

I’ll continue this on the 17th.

What are you wearing?!

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The Soccer World Cup starts this Friday and I am beside myself.  

Just to state my allegiance (if we look at the Premier League) I’m an Arsenal girl.   I’ve screamed for them counting on five years now, and Thierry Henry has got alot to do with it.   That man has skill.. and style… and he gets the job done.   
I’m sure many girls have chosen teams based on certain players, and it’s easy to therefore think that I too have made my choice only thanks to his va-va-voom, but I defend by asking: “then why did I not change my support to Barcelona”?!   (He changed to Barcelona about three years ago).

However, BECAUSE OF him, France is one of the teams I will keep a close eye on this WC.   

Germany grabs my attention too, partly cause I lived there for a while and that is where I started watching soccer, at the Stuttgart stadium.   Surreal!

So I said I was stating my allegiance.   I was just starting to… (had to bring some history in first).

I feel almost forced to support Bafana Bafana.   I just don’t believe they will be the end winners.  (I will regret having said that if they win).

I mostly want Portugal to win. Not because of Renaldo.  (Wait, give me a moment)…    
Ok, I use to not like him, cause of his arrogant ways on the field and the way he use to hog the ball as if he was the only player out there.   But he has grown as a player and is showing some real talent as a team-player, without losing his show-stopping abilities.   I have become a solid fan of his, cause I have seen him change before my eyes (on the screen, on the field, on the red carpet, with his shirt on, with his shirt off, where am i going)…  for the better.

But…….

Over my recent holiday, I have met a group of Portuguese guys from Siemens.   They stayed at my friend’s guesthouse here in PE.    At first we got to know them at the guesthouse bar and then we started showing them the town and eventually we became friends hanging out.   With very limited language,  lol.   But hey, they learnt to speak English well and fast, and I learnt to say abregado several times.    
We spent many special times together in the three months that they were here and now that they have returned to their home, I miss them soooo much.  
It has placed a personal special place in my heart for Portugal,

which is why … finally I get to re-state my point (without much pertinence) that
I want them to win.

That said,
history-France, Germany
heart-Portugal,
mind says Brazil!

Also I love Spain!!!!!!  
Regarding Spain, I got the June Cosmopolitan magazine, and if you’d do me a favour, turn to page115.   Say aaaahhhh.    And turn it again,  and again.

Ok, I’m losing my track here, again. 

I don’t want to make the footie about the boys. It’s not (just) about them. It’s about the game.   You have to make the ball work for you so to speak and not the other way around.

Thanks to my ex who played with much passion (or was that anger on his face - mmmm),
I began to understand what it meant to have a strategy AND how important it was to stick with it, BUT to also have the skill to make your body do something really fast as you didn’t see the unexpected coming.
The vast hours of practice and running kilometers suddenly made sense, because with all the focus and skill in the world, you’d not make it to full 90 minutes without stamina.
So all & all, I think this game demands respect.

I realise my loyalty to France has dwindled, but it’s cause I’m ready to convert.   Previously I only really watched games certain teams played and those my ex or our friends liked.  I kind of disregarded the rest.   It did however help me to build a source and foundation of choice for this truly international game.  

Right now I support so many sides (natural international me ;), but only after this year will I know for sure which team has my bubbling ‘bek’.    I know this, cause I am so revved up for this cup that I have the game-chart with me at all times!
I will keep track of each game, who gets kicked out, how each team played.   It will be a first for me.   So finally I can make a sound decision for myself, who to support from then on. 

Big thanks to my friend for giving me a ticket to watch England beat Slovenia on the 23rd here at the PE stadium.

I tried to also get a ticket to see Portugal, but alas.  
 

Who do you support?   Are you watching any games live at the stadiums?

Any of my twitter friends from overseas coming to SA for the games???

Id love to hear from you all and your opinions, girls and guys.

H
xoxo

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Hello blog of mine!  I’ve forgotten what you look like.   You with all your detailed nothings of yesterdays.   Well, I’m back.  Feel free to accustom yourself with my fingertips here again, as I plan to wiggle it about on you keyboard like Ricky Martin only tried to bang - She bangs.

-Just saying.

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I’m still here, alive and well, but have been busy as hell.
To speak of all the busy-ness would get me spinning all over again, and I’m too happy to be looking at the future unfilled month on my calendar, to make mention of all things past.

But I’ll share these additions of laugh-lines or frown-lines …

Last night I was at a wedding.  It was the joining of possibly the two greatest families in Port Elizabeth, Louloubelle being one of my oldest and best friends.   The theme was vintage, and in true vintage style, the guests brought their strut to the carpet.

Once again, I went flying solo.   A bit nerve-wrecking rocking up at a big wedding on your ownsome, but I knew I’d see a lot of familiar faces.
Well!   As it would be, mother of the bride had me seated next to one of our old mates.  She just didn’t know that back in the day, he and I uh, well you know.. “got to know each other better”.   So there we sat, smiling at each other knowing our little intimate secret, telling the rest of our table-party how we are NOT together.   I guess, everyone thought we made a cute couple.  NOT.

Not too much later, going outside to “smoke a drink”, I ran in to another uhm old flame.   Honestly, I couldn’t remember that we had a flame, but he brought all the memories as evidence.   The bride and myself lived together, some thirteen years ago, and this old flame and his brother, who was a popular PE band at the time, came over for dinner.  Pasta, apparently.   I really don’t remember that far back.    I could’ve sworn I was into his brother, not him.   *perplexed* 
Though I must mention his hawt now, …and married.

So my point of telling you this is, I was surrounded by vintage, in every way.   Things came out of the dust, like the Jagermeister came out of the bottle.   Or rather, as the Jagermeister came out of the bottle, more things came out of the dust.
It was big, it was surprising, it was awesome, and now it is suffering.

At another wedding a couple of weeks ago, another one of my best friends tied a very touching knot.  It was quite an emotional, beautiful beginning that ended in splits on the dance-floor and many swimming in the fishpond.  Seriously.  We have the pictures to prove it

Apart from celebrations, I also attended a week long “training camp”.  We were about forty people from all over.   We had sampled just about every wine and champagne and whiskey and brandy, to the point that I cant remember training.  I do remember playing truth or dare with spin the bottle and wish I didn’t remember THAT.

Back at home, many parties later, it was time to clean the jacuz.   Except I couldn’t get the pump to backwash.  After many attempts and little patience, I started bucketing the water out.   A hundred bucket-loads later, the jacuzzi was empty and I could clean it.
Never again.

Personal:  Back when I was Shaking Ass and she was Bedroom Eyes, the Duracell Man moved to Joburg.  I’ve just found him on Facebook

So there you have it.  Little bits.

As for my diary, 
Coming Friday is my birthday.   I wanted to plan a dinner with my close friends, followed by a braai/party couple days later with the rest of my friends, but I’ve been real busy, and have planned nothing.   Think I may change the plan and get to meet out somewhere for a few drinks instead of me having to add to my todo list.
Lastly, I am happy to say that I’m finally going on leave on the 24th of May.   I haven’t taken leave for two years, so I’m like a cracker sparkling!

Catch you on the flipside.
xoxo

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 The Yoshter hidden amongst the foliage.

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What is better?  Younger or older.
We got into that discussion last night at Shhugar.   One of the guys in the conversation was saying that us girls like the younger boys.   I for one actually don’t.   Not that I’ve not been with a younger guy.   But no, I prefer an older man.   At least older than me.  
Tam too.

But why does it matter.   At the end of the day, I  go out, spot guys here and there, young and old, meet some, get to know some better, and then kind of concern myself over their age (if it is maybe a couple years younger than mine) but I really think that if the right one comes along, his age will be but a number.   It will fall behind a veil of other more important flutters of the heart.   When he comes to sweep me off my feet and possess me with day-long smiles, Id be more interested in his biceps and how he pays attention to the detail on my face.   I would want nothing more than to get to know all his ways and get tangled in the conversation of our lives together.   When he kisses my neck I would think how wonderful it would feel ten years on, and not that he is too young to press his lips on my goose-bumped skin.
Oh no, age wouldn’t worry me then.   So why let it worry me now.

I think it is more immaturity that is the problem.   Or the extensive opposite.   

All I want is a man that knows himself well, who has a plan, one who aims for progress, loves unconditionally and lives life fully.   He must be a little romantic at least, have a quiet strength and humility.   (And if I could go as far as to add physicalities, Id like him to be tall

All that would make him a man, and the matter of age would be arb chatter.

So some men think we like the younger guys more.   I don’t agree, but would say that they are more available.   It’s a tough “market” out there.   Married men.   Married men pretending to not be married.   Divorced men with kids and evil ex-wives.   Divorced men with awesome ex-wives, and what then could be wrong with those men?!  
The world is supposed to be our oyster, there’s all this fish in the sea.    Really?  

Perhaps we are looking in the wrong places.   Just the other day I caught a fish where I last saw him swim around 10 years ago.    Guess what, he’s a year younger than me AND divorced AND has a little uhm … fishy.   Cherry on top he lives 3 hours down the stream from me.    Not a bad fish though, and surely we don’t throw all the young fish back in the water, however scaled?      But then with “so many” fish in the sea, does one disregard the others and when do you know for sure if your swimming in sharky waters.

Brings me back to that fluster of wanting to spend all your time together, the feeling that takes over and paints invisible the concerns of age or anything else.

So then, what I’m telling myself is, that if I’m sitting with concerns over whichever of the men, THAT feeling didn’t take over as it would when it’s the right man.

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Forever the black rose
that’s who I am.
Tainted by pigments
grown strong from the blown sand.
The curse, the shadow
the essence, the stance
From a bloody prick
stems this blossom.

But this blossom was picked
with his bare hands.
He felt the puncture
as it pierced, running red.
He dropped it, stepped on it
walked off and forgot about it
He could not see past
the impediment.

Blossom was picked up
and saved.
Another took time
he handled the crave.
Gentle and careful
was his concentration
But in Blossom
an infection remained.

Of that first blood
the tainted rose required.
Growing more thorns
with hope inspired.
Not water, not rain
could satisfy her desire.
A deep longing
took all of her colour.

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Sometimes I wonder
I wonder why things happen as they do.
I wonder how it happens when Im closed to its dues.
Does it bend, tempt or confuse?

I never know the answers
of circumstance from my big smiles small shoes.
To question… is that my constant state?
Was I chosen to carry this big gate?

Forever closed it stays
waiting for its perfect place.
A key cut for just this golden steel?
I without end wonder

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A few weeks ago I was fortunate to receive an invite to join the Google Wave.
Thanks again Moe!

I wasn’t able to experience the fun or useful side of it as I was as yet unable to invite others to join my wave and lets not even mention the fact that I entirely missed the point of it to begin with.  

Like Facebook, Google Wave is only fun when you have a few contacts to wave with.  

Unlike Facebook, I wasn’t able to just send invites to who I knew, but had to wait for a special mail from Google Wave self to allow me this privilege.  

Also unlike Facebook, I didn’t understand what I was supposed to do.   I mean in Facebook, or even Twitter, you instantly know what to do with the applications cause they’re pretty self explanitory.  
Waving has a few more … uhm… let me call it “advanced” functions that I suppose is very usefull in a business sense, if you have your own business, or if you are one of the lucky few who works for a company that allows you access to make use of said internet sites.    You then start a wave and include or invite people to your wave that might be an online conference or meeting, or anything you want to share realy.  Simply given a new name “Wave”.    

Today in my Wave inbox I received the words reading “Invite others to Google Wave”. 
Yay!   I thought the day would never come.    So now I want to give my limited invites to  online friends who actually enjoy spending time on FB, Twitter … the kinds of people I will actually catch on the waves, so we can communicate and together figure out the benefits of this hyped phenomenon.

Are you one of them?

Send me your email address to hbubblesover@gmail.com or via my Twitter account if your interested.

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