Happy birthday me. Love, me. A Tiffany's locket.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
- The MC, Mum-Z. He has been named Minister of MCing in Lizeland. He gets his own masseuse. In fact, he may have 7. Very funny guy, this.
- The One & Only. Can't even decide if it's prettier in the bright sunlight, at sunset or at night all lit up. But we heart it, a lot.
- Helen Zille's speech. Very insightful regarding social media [did you know she actually tweets herself? Yup.] Definitely featuring some of her wisdom in my #TwitterThesis.
- Realising Helen Z and The Mermaid were pretty much wearing the same blazer. Phenom.
- The Nazi receiving an email mid-ceremony enquiring whether he would be interested in buying eco-friendly hand grenades.
- Meeting many, many fellow members of the Twitter Fam. Having the Ogilvy Twitterer run up with 'Lize? Lize The Unicorn? I HAD TO come meet you.' and hearing 'I don't follow you, but I do stalk you...'
- indieBerries winning TWO Awards, after a fairly traumatic experience flying in from South Korea for this.
- The Mermaid almost falling over the railings, almost taking off her shirt, making me touch her boobs then swearing at me because I wasn't doing it nicely enough [???] and then telling everyone that the only advice they need in life is 'NAME YOUR SON MARMADUKE, THEN PEE ON HIM, IN A CAMEL'. Thanks, Bear Grylls.
- Mermaid to me: 'to me... you are... like.. a Google image... That is not pixelated... I can almost see you. And from here, you are amazing.'
Friday, September 24, 2010
Saturday, 18 September, 20h24:
Oh my goodness. I am having serious Stef withdrawal. I am quietly hyperventilating inside. Also, I have cancer of the upper body and may have died by the time you return.If that happens... then I don't know. Something profound and last-wordsy etc.
Sunday, 19 September, 09h19:
Day 2. Withdrawal continues, but I have not yet died. Also, seeing Tracy tomorrow possibly, which might help. I can get all teary about how we used to talk and show her screen shots of our BBM conversation as I sob over the fact that you left me for this ridiculous river whatsit mission. Also, I came to a most profound... conclusion today. In three years I have gone from having 4 sugars in my coffee to just 1. I am an adult.
Uhff. EVERYONE is being a douchetard. And you are not here for me to complain to.
Monday, 20 September, 13h04:
Have made it to Monday without dying.
Also, have listened to The Suit Song 37 times since Saturday.
Tuesday, 21 September, 04h28:
Had dinner with Tracy last night. She now has a crazy person texting her. Long story. Then had a dream about you. But it was basically you driving, telling me about some girl. And me, bored. Very realistic, I think, except that your car was lime green. Up at 4 today, on air again. *blink blink*
Too little coffee. Too much Stef Withdrawal (note: upper case). Also, am I the ONLY person who writes on your wall?!
Just phoned Kurt Darren for his address.Stef, come back.
In the amount of time I have just spent fretting over the fact that I have no milk (just realised. Up at 4. To go now (but am already in bed and had a fucking long day) and get less sleep (4am is no joke) or have either no coffee tomorrow, or black coffee? What to do?!) I could probably have driven to the Free State, milked a cow and still had naps before 4am wake-up call. Tomorrow I'm driving around Pretoria in a Jeep with Kurt Darren giving out R200 000 to charity people things. On the plus side, you are back tomorrow and I can cease my perpetual panic due to Steflessness. Also, I conclude that I am, in fact, the only person who writes on your wall.
PS you are my favourite and I love you and I cannot wait for you to come back.
PPS if something has happened to you (death included) and you are, in fact, not coming back tomorrow because of this 'something', I will drive to Namibia (after fixing my rim which I have really royally fucked up) and drag your Nazi arse to my house and subject you to 24/7 uncensored stories of the dramas of my life. Dramas like, for example, this milk thing. Still haven't made my mind up re milk.
Listening to Suit Song. Play count: 52.
Wednesday, 22 September, 16h40:
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
This does NO justice to the view. The infinity pool is also beyond amazing. We love infinity pools.
Gorgeous sisters of mucho mucho talent.
Birthday girl and her man, who flew in from England for this!
Fairly self-explanatory, I think.
Even if you have to pretend it's your birthday, do order one of these bad boys.
That is not lens flare. It's sprinklings of amaze.
Friday, September 17, 2010
On Saturday I went to the Top Billing Spring Event at Morrells [HIGHLY recommended- a gorgeous venue that makes you feel like you have left Joziville far behind]. It was lovely- the sights and smells of spring, pretty dresses and meeting wonderful women. At some point we had an image consultant, Janine from House of Janine, talking to us about dressing for our body shapes, skin tones and such. We talked about the different shapes there are [you’ve heard them before- apple, pear, hourglass, inverted triangle etc] and at some point we each had to mention which part of our bodies we love the most, and the part we love the least.
When it came to me, I couldn’t name which part I hated most!
Wait a second…
When did this happen?! When did I, a 22-year old girl living in a world riddled with seven foot stick figures with huge nunga-nungas, become absolutely, 100%, totes okay with my body?
Whoa. Like, whoa.
Let’s just take a moment here.
Even supermodels have body issues! I could list my imperfections: small boobs; VERY high hips; my elbows are a bit odd looking [actually, never mind, all elbows are a bit odd looking]; I am not tall; my left pinky toe was meant to be amputated years ago; I have no ear lobes… The list goes on.
But you know what?
I LOVE my body.
After years of hating my love handles, and hating my tiny boobs, and thinking I have the ugliest ankles on the planet, I freaking love my body. I am wholly comfortable, I can look at it, and I spend much of my free time in lingerie, reading classics and eating cupcakes. I even considered putting up nude pictures of myself, but no. I just don’t see there being much demand for that… I can appreciate what I have going for me, and even appreciate the ‘flaws’. I have started to love exercise, be it in gym, dancing at a gig or just walking The Furkids at sunset, I enjoy healthy eating and I never deprive myself of the things I crave [cupcakes].
This is a small thing in the greater scheme of the universe and all that. But for me, it was pretty freaking rad. I might just start doing a ‘Lingerie Lundi’ [that’s Monday in French]- a weekly post about love, gratefulness and why life is awesome., featuring lingerie of course. I know Wonderbra SA likes the idea.
So, here’s my challenge to girls out there: love your body. I know, I know, it’s easier said than done and we all have fat days. But just take one minute to point out to yourself what you love about your body.
Spend the day in lingerie.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Dance naked on your bed.
Eat a cupcake.
And love your body, because it’s yours and it’s fabulous.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Yesterday I took impulsive trips to Cape Town to a whole new level. Let’s talk about living life…
On Sunday evening after gym I received the following text from my agent:
Request casting tomorrow for a new morning show. Bilingual, cool, intelligent, sense of humour and knowledgeable are NB criteria. Segments are sport, comedy, cooking, gossip, fashion, health and entertainment.
Let’s be honest, they may as well name this thing The Lize Kay Show!
But I politely declined as it was happening in 16 hours, 1 600 kilometers away, figuring there would be auditions in Jo’burg at some point.
Not the case. The auditions are only happening in Cape Town, and only for one day. Upon finding this out, I start to pace, and phone almost everyone whose opinion matters to me. To go, or not to go? Between my dad and I we concluded that I should go [turning down a closed audition is just not right and audition karma will bite you in the arse sooner or later] but I should communicate very carefully with my boss when asking for leave. I did not want him to think I was looking for anything else, or walking out on him, because I’m not.
So I packed an overnight bag on Sunday night, as an affirmation that I would be going to Cape Town.
Monday morning I head to studio earlier than usual and after establishing what kind of mood my boss is in [good] I asked if I could fly to Cape Town in a few hours. Without too many questions asked I was granted permission.
By 9am I had booked my flight. At 10am my credit card was declined. Between SAA, the bank and my sister, no one could tell me why this was happening. Cards are never declined in Lizeland. I was freaking out a tiny bit.
At 10h45 I got in my car and drove to OR Tambo International at the speed of Unicorn [very, very fast]. With nothing on me, not even my overnight bag, I ran from end of the airport to the other [in heels, of course], gave someone at SAA my debit card and requested they put the flight leaving soonest and coming back latest tonight on that card. An hour later I was on the plane.
Two hours later I landed in Cape Town and bolted as fast as I could so as to avoid Greasy Mullet Guy [don’t ask]. I was met by Jaco of Savvy Tours in one of these bad boys:
He even bought bottled water for me beforehand because he ‘figured I would be in a rush’. Oh. Oh my. This is most certainly the official driver of Lizeland from now on!
We drove to Tokai. I, with no make-up touch-ups and still in my work clothes [see, this is why I dress well every day! In case of having to fly across the country for auditions!], floated in [no running now, must stay composed in manner of experienced auditioner] and auditioned. We left.
Afterwards we had drinks at the Radisson Blu which definitely has the best view ever [globally] for sundowners- Me, The Nazi And Margs.
Not kak at all.
And not 5 hours after landing in Cape Town, I was back on a plane, heading home. I passed out before we took off and woke up after half of the passengers had left the plane. I was exhausted! Excitement is tiring.
Today is boringly normal. I have an excitement hangover, though, as a reminder of yesterday’s craziness.
And I learnt the following:
- When people say something is not ‘meant to be’ because it doesn’t work out easily or immediately, don’t listen to them.
- You can probably make it happen. It might be stressful, and expensive, and you might have to run a long way in heels. But you can make it happen.
- It’s worth making stuff happen.
- Traveling from one end of a country to the other and back in the space of 9 hours will make you feel a bit like a jetsetter.
- Luxury SUVs do wonders for nervous Unicorns.
- Do not talk to greasy mulleted men on planes. Ew.
- Always live life. Be stupid. Be crazy. Be impulsive.
- You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Oh yeah, baybay!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
To repeat myself: not kak.
But it wasn't too kak.
Mildred, babe, that vintage belt is TOTES bringing out the colour of your horn.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
- Florence & The Machine- Dog Days Are Over
- The Arcade Fire- Rebellion
- Phoenix- Girlfriend
- Cold War Kids- Mexican Dogs
- Matisyahu- Time of Your Song
- Dan Black feat. Kid Cudi- Symphonies
- The Format- I Am Ready
- Shiny Toy Guns- Chemistry of a Car Crash
- Owl City- Cave In
- The Magic Numbers- Morning's Eleven
- The National- Slow Show
- Shiny Toy Guns- Don't Cry Out
- Kid Cudi- Day 'n Night
- The Shins- New Slang
- Eminem feat. Rihanna- Love the Way You Lie
- Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros- Come in Please
- The Temper Trap- Sweet Disposition
- Winterplay- Cha Cha [a jazzy Korean band]
- Shakira feat. Freshlyground- Wakka Wakka [because she is so proudly South African, even two months after Philip left us.]