Tag Archives: Dax

moving melancholia…

Posted on August 22, 2012 by

…that should be a medical term because hells-f*cking-bells every time I have to pack sh*t up, I sink into a pretty black funk and lose touch with common sense. Guess what? I’m moving in just over a week and you … Continue reading →

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yikes…

Posted on March 13, 2012 by

It’s been over week since my last post and I feel like I should be at some Writers Anonymous meeting right now with a cup of coffee and a leaky pen as I confess the lack of sins against language, … Continue reading →

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coming clean…

Posted on December 20, 2011 by

I have a confession. Maybe it’s festive f*cking insanity or the dealing with daddy drama but a whole lot of clarity seems to be barrelling my way. Happy effing christmas right? Right. And before we roll into the new year, … Continue reading →

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west coast pearl…

Posted on November 28, 2011 by

Once upon a not-so-long ago, I took a little trip up the west coast to the quaint former fishing village of Paternoster. Now, it bears noting Ma Ngnui almost moved there 15 years ago – but didn’t (the real estate … Continue reading →

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festive fe(a)stivity…

Posted on October 24, 2011 by

Here it is, the penultimate instalment of Saturday’s in Spring – part trois: Feast Like Queens. After a drive by in Stellenbosch, replete with wine and a necessary pampering, Amy and I headed back to the City to meet Shelle … Continue reading →

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graphically speaking…

Posted on October 17, 2011 by

One thing about Dax, he did love graphs. Which is funny when you consider he’s a hippy and supposed spiritual ‘guru’ (anyone spell I-R-O-N-Y?). But he did qualify as a engineer once so I think his brain’s naturally partial to … Continue reading →

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by your own definition…

Posted on August 6, 2011 by

One of my saving graces in high school (yuk, yuk) was English. I had a fabulous teacher and still carry one particular poem we studied in my heart. Like Pink’s Raise Your Glass (albeit subtler, graceful and infinitely more dignified) … Continue reading →

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lessons in solitaire…

Posted on August 4, 2011 by

Just to clear up any grey, misunderstanding or gods-know-what other nonsense: I’m devastated by the breakup. I was a full time DS smack junkie: I wanted to live to a 100 with Dax, mix our DNA into some cute little … Continue reading →

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now I am free…

Posted on August 3, 2011 by

Well, just when I thought wonders would never cease, I went jogging. Yup, me. Strangely it didn’t start snowing yesterday afternoon although I was pretty sure I might cough up  lungfuls of blood 5 minutes into the whole exercise. I … Continue reading →

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the reckoning…

Posted on July 29, 2011 by

It’s been a rather tumultuous week. More moving on Monday (lugging writing desk, chairs, sleeper couch and boxes upon boxes of books), followed by a breakup fight concluded by breakfast on Tuesday (soothed by pampering at Bliss and fabulously supportive … Continue reading →

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