tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21320382348031754392024-03-19T06:06:04.976+02:00They're Tapping All The Wires, But It Looks Like They're Tapping Their FeetLize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-4356887238961618102010-11-07T20:22:00.002+02:002010-11-07T20:24:23.970+02:00Unicorn has a new home!Dear friends and lovers,<div>
</div><div>The time has come. I have finally registered my own domain! So, instead of reading about my exciting adventures here, please head over to www.lizekay.co.za. It's pretty, and a whole lot more work is going to be put into it to keep you always informed and entertained.</div><div>
</div><div>Enjoy!</div><div>
</div><div>xo xo</div><div>LK</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-44498580434318736802010-10-26T13:54:00.003+02:002010-10-26T14:09:37.184+02:00And So It Begins...<div style="text-align: center;">
</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HVyJbqP9qc-VXJ4TIYmk0FG5kBGgu97TDQoqBNm3KXl2Er-R8_uPL8H0_jH8ReL4cIpYP6vkoL9IJdnDshFRbpGHlruoFOQhlTwoLLAD_Wacc_zc-4FUZBf_ukg9EWOAswlClnj8Pd0n/s1600/wu2.jpg"></a>I am 22 years old. Though I am still studying, I also have a fulltime job, as well as a freelance job. I also have other grown-up things, like a gym membership, eye cream and a savings plan. Oh, and I own a house. But this whole adulthood thing can be pretty daunting at times! Things happen that make you realise that school is nothing more than a distant memory of when we were skinnier and played team sports.<div><blockquote> </blockquote>
</div><div>One of these things has just happened. The first girl from the St Anne's class of 2006 has gotten engaged! Don't get me wrong, she's beyond lovely and from what I hear he's the perfect guy. It's just... scary. Because from now on every week will hold new engagement announcements and invites to kitchen teas and baby showers. On that note, there are already TWO class of 2006 babies that have been... had. [I was going to say spawned, but it seems a bit harsh.]</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote>
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</div><div>Hello, rest of my life. Please treat me well. Ta.</div><div><div>
</div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HVyJbqP9qc-VXJ4TIYmk0FG5kBGgu97TDQoqBNm3KXl2Er-R8_uPL8H0_jH8ReL4cIpYP6vkoL9IJdnDshFRbpGHlruoFOQhlTwoLLAD_Wacc_zc-4FUZBf_ukg9EWOAswlClnj8Pd0n/s320/wu2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532324477786913522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Future Wedding Unicorn. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">PS. If you're planning on having your 'special day' soon, check out this amazing competition on <b><a href="http://twitter.com/kimgray">Kim Gray'</a></b>s blog <a href="http://www.kimgray.co.za/2010/10/19/win-your-special-day/">here</a>. She was the very worthy winner of the 2010 SA Blog Awards Best Fashion Blog.</span></div><div>
</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-4865965671968983642010-10-26T08:05:00.003+02:002010-10-26T08:18:30.158+02:00The Social Network<div style="text-align: center;">
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</p><p class="MsoNormal">Last night we [me, <a href="http://twitter.com/mpum_mpum"><b>The Ministress of Snark</b></a> and <a href="http://twitter.com/liamlynchphoto"><b>Irish</b></a>] checked out a ‘special’ screening of <b>The Social Network</b> at <b>Ster Kinekor</b> in <b>Sandton City</b>, thanks to<b> </b><a href="http://twitter.com/2oceansvibe"><b>Seth</b></a> over at <a href="http://www.2oceansvibe.com/"><b>2oceansvibe</b></a>. After having already taken America by storm, the film only releases next Friday in South Africa. But is well worth seeing, even if you think there are too many spoiler alerts out there. Not to ruin it for you, but there’s this guy, right? And he invents <b>Facebook</b>…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><blockquote> </blockquote><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>Jesse Eisenberg</b> is a class actor who pulls the role of Facebook-founder <b>Mark Zuckerberg</b> very well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><b>Zuckerberg</b> is portrayed as a socially inept whizz kid who borders on sociopathic when it comes to ambition and anyone or anything that might just stand in his way. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><blockquote> </blockquote><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The movie has no single, mammoth climax. But despite this it remains interesting throughout and you’ll learn a lot you never knew about <b>Facebook</b> and how it got to where it is today. It is funny at times without trying too hard, and dramatic in small details and mumbled lines. <b>The Social Network</b> shows the dark side of many things: of money, of power, of ambition and of the revolution of digital social media. Ideas get stolen, people get screwed over, friends become enemies and pub nights are replaced by supermodels and multi-million dollar lawsuits. It’s thrilling, and I did not walk out hating <b>Zuckerberg</b>. Rather, I walked out inspired by the drive some people have, and also, in a sense, slightly frightened by it. Money and power are dangerous little monsters, it appears. And as we all move into a sphere where we live in-, on- and through this thing we call the internet, do remember: you may be living the digital revolution, but sometimes the hangover you get from it is a very real one. </p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgB7njRdZfV0lV_j2RtxfFlDOY522PcqsJGV2wc2EfDUddTuMi7b6Q0k73DE5b_h8burKy5Tze0crJ8j75wbjGlBrJ1aol3Duwc8EoxylsqYShyBVnL5PNUwsI-2N1zyYEg4wH3VT1SSj/s320/Socialnetworkemailernice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532235201384989122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Shot, Seth, You're cool.</span></div> <!--EndFragment-->Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-9048848263826773162010-10-21T08:07:00.003+02:002010-10-21T08:29:53.545+02:00Play the #TwitterThesis Game With Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJhzEc9xA2maloTeyki2Frq76SsDuHQQxspLt_g4109R1MtOFsGsWS8v8djSPwqopUAdSkgRytUdUgwUjC-DZDwOXkqotd9XtY0h370nKT8-ZUKvxGNhNSqqIDmryLDR_FtA2ctHY1Ifr/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJhzEc9xA2maloTeyki2Frq76SsDuHQQxspLt_g4109R1MtOFsGsWS8v8djSPwqopUAdSkgRytUdUgwUjC-DZDwOXkqotd9XtY0h370nKT8-ZUKvxGNhNSqqIDmryLDR_FtA2ctHY1Ifr/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530382738185868962" /></a>
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</div>Hello, friends<div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>As some of you know, I am currently in the throes of writing my thesis. It's about social media, specifically <b>Twitter</b> and I have chosen to do it about <b>Twitter</b>, through <b>Twitter</b> and to publish some of it on <b>Twitter</b>, in order to demonstrate the function and power of this social medium thingy [don't worry, I don't say 'thingy' in my thesis.] It is pretty interesting, covering topics from computer-mediated community formation, so <b>Twitter</b> and the law, <b>Twitter</b> and politics, new media vs old media and much more.</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>For this purpose I have started a hashtag:<b> </b><a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23TwitterThesis"><b>#TwitterThesis</b></a>. So now anyone who wants to participate can use this hashtag. [By the way, if you don't have a clue what I'm talking about because you don't "get" <b>Twitter</b>, get off my blog, or get on <b>Twitter</b>. Okay I'm kidding about the first part. You can carry on reading, but it really will not mean much to you.] </div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>So, on Saturday I have to present my <b>#TwitterThesis</b> to a room full of suits who are old and oozing academicalness [yet another term not used in my <b>#TwitterThesis</b>]. Now, they expect us to do a Powerpoint presentation, or use the overhead projector, or print handouts, anything along those lines. But rather than participate in these archaic time- and/or paper-wasting methods, I am doing something different.</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>In front of me I will have my laptop, connected to the Internet. I will have <a href="http://twitter.com/lizetheunicorn">my Twitter page</a> open and in the few minutes before I start talking I will be doing updates for all to see. Stuff like, for example:</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><ul><li>Okay, about to present my <b>#TwitterThesis</b>. Wish me luck!</li><li>Remember to play the<b> #TwitterThesis</b> game in the next few minutes as I present it to 'The Board'.</li><li>Also, guys, please no weird sex references and such when using <b>#TwitterThesis</b>, please. This is serious. [<a href="http://twitter.com/BarryTuck">@BarryTuck</a> I'm looking at you.]</li><li>Ready to give some thoughts on <b>#TwitterThesis?</b> Aaaaand go! All updates will show up on the screen for 'The Board' to see.</li></ul><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>And as I present the <b>#TwitterThesis</b>, I will hit refresh every now and then on the <b>#TwitterThesis</b> hashtag search page. See, this will demonstrate the function of the hashtag, shed some light on the processes I have used in order to do this <b>#TwitterThesis</b> through <b>Twitter</b>, and it will demonstrate the power of <b>Twitter</b>, overall proving the point of the <b>#TwitterThesis</b>.</div></div><div></div><blockquote><div> </div><div></div></blockquote><div>So, if you are on <b>Twitter</b> and you do follow me [if you don't, please do], please play along. The presentation will only be about 15 minutes long, but for those 15 minutes I need you to please bombard me with opinions on <b>Twitter</b> as a new, digital, social medium with the power to do many many things.</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>Will you play along, please?</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-79252202774087699322010-10-14T07:30:00.009+02:002010-10-14T11:43:56.881+02:00Mont Blanc John Lennon Event<div style="text-align: center;">
</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5WPSJlHnkJsQQ3NnU14xzmpB5RjuTEqN5A_Ft2eVCb_6Riv1MQRebGksJQhtT8Jlfq8pI8BOUx6aXUUW-foP06M21Qejb2kKOjHVmHngVcNNNNs1ZMoiL9XX9UTboMLHm54z83eiFzcZ/s1600/lobby.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">On Tuesday I went to the launch of the <b>Mont Blanc</b> range that celebrated <b>John Lennon</b>'s life, as he would have turned 70 last Saturday. The first thing I can say is I want one of those pens! Maybe not the one going for about R200 000, but definitely one of them.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeX_5gtwksBnpw_p1aSnkvU7DLGD4ShzXAw9wmuizBv7F1wao6lzjHHn82FxOeIgjhDEgNV3UhgjQkYb3p7R0GOEf7K5Rluc0ywRWT9F44rzrthyzH406L3x1I2QYujwV8umQkc8u8vK6/s320/pen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527777886324179842" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The event was held at the <b><a href="http://www.southernsun.com/Deluxe/Sandton-Sun/Pages/overview.aspx">Sandton Sun</a>,</b> which is a dazzling venue! Did you know that they have one of the only three 'genuine' [read: amazingly awesome] concierges in South Africa? The other one, of course, being <a href="http://twitter.com/concierge_ryan">Official Concierge of Lizeland</a>. We were on the <b>San Deck</b>, which comes highly recommended for fancy events, a romantic dinner or just drinks with friends. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpV9IJkS5GEIhyphenhyphenSW8hV22qC9UizIWpnaeBVFd7YWpaZRppNszTgsrOHXGW9vIxBuzU2XG0EdxoKsS1kr2wqS1-a67jCoUfxvGwwllRckpQgGSbE9R-eQGtBuJSvIaDeJtne8FWvE1Bg7r/s320/deck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527778549627819778" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
</span></div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, unfortunately we did not get gift bags with <b>John Lennon</b> pens in them [although that would SO have been the case <a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23inLizeland">in Lizeland</a>], but we did have a comprehensive 'tour' of all of the pens. Very impressive stuff, I must say! Details such as Tanzanites and Sapphires for his iconic glasses, to a self portrait of him engraved on the pen, peace signs and important dates. It's a stunning range, and well worth the money if you love pens and/or <b>John Lennon. </b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy0BjmgxM41hD_VtHPFnoeleb7lDHgFWVzyv7VPuKRhlxRfFEnwBPklu2XcqC_9rpfyocHDu2d0C3vre-ZzoS_CoZ-oJUotHdyqvpdYGvEzGBBIlwhEN18188_PHJsNbV0ByOO4EVuXQgD/s320/mont+blanc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527778740350446370" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><a href="http://twitter.com/ArnoCarstens">Arno Carstens</a></b> played a few songs, including his own rendition of <b>Imagine</b>, which was beautifully done. <b>Carstens</b> has been in the UK for a few years now, and despite landing exciting gigs such as playing for <b>Yoko Ono</b>'s fundraiser, he says that <b>South Africa </b>will always be his number one. Of course.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYxkMUkzn4nV5FbhX0wMQN6FELhOokHcQXBgaf-vk9sDjf6MvJZq9q_yj9zIe3qPrPNgLlmlPj-bxF3KeDCneoGdsMtS4ke6xdtm9us2qeCvm4rrMiYBf4yEwcOmiUf3YMsdEmWdG9OOC/s320/arno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527778860315433186" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was a bit surprised by people walking out during the band's performance, but I could understand everyone leaving straight afterwards. Much as it was a great venue and a wonderful commemoration, it was not the most exciting event i have ever attended. <b>Jeremy Mansfield</b>'s excited claim that 'the party only starts now' was clearly false. By the time the clock struck nine most people had already left. But overall the event was well planned and the choice of venue was excellent. </div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5WPSJlHnkJsQQ3NnU14xzmpB5RjuTEqN5A_Ft2eVCb_6Riv1MQRebGksJQhtT8Jlfq8pI8BOUx6aXUUW-foP06M21Qejb2kKOjHVmHngVcNNNNs1ZMoiL9XX9UTboMLHm54z83eiFzcZ/s320/lobby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527779009004642386" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">PS. If any of you happen to run into my parents between now and Christmas, kindly mention to them that their wonderful daughter would just LOVE one of these [the pens, not the hotel.]</span></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-25750030839017288632010-10-13T08:27:00.003+02:002010-10-13T08:31:56.614+02:00More Crazed FansFollow yesterday's post about the war on <b>Justin Beaver</b> haters, I simply had to share this with you. It is amazing. This time it's a <b>Britney Spears</b> fan who's angry about everyone being mean to her.<div><blockquote>
<div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div></div></blockquote><div>The best part? I think that's a GUY! [Can't be sure, though. It's all very confusing.]</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div>Thanks, <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/rickbosch">Rick Bosch</a>, for sharing.</div><div>
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</div><div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4v9tfSCaHg?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4v9tfSCaHg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-35008234996839147672010-10-12T08:00:00.012+02:002010-10-12T08:27:07.560+02:00Life's Just a Bowl of Cherries<div>'ve been pretty busy, what with this whole <a href="http://twitter.com/#search/%23TwitterThesis">Thesis</a> thing hanging over my head. That, and working a fulltime job, and having to write a play, and do another research assignment and give another presentation [all for Honours], all within the next month. It's hectic. Plus I've just discovered <b>Scrubs</b> and that is also taking up much of my time. So I haven't had much time for blogging, and this post is not particularly exciting. Sorry.<div>
</div><div>Last weekend we went bowling. I think I went bowling once when I was about 15, but I can't even remember it so it doesn't really count. It was for <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/katattackmac">Betty 'La Piep'</a>'s birthday [that nickname is a whole blogpost on its own]. And it was fun. We made up nicknames for all of us [I was, of course, Unicorn]. I did not suck and we had a great time cheering one another on. Someone baked cupcakes, which immediately puts this day on the <b>'Best Day Ever <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search/%23inLizeland">in Lizeland</a></b>' list. I even put together a pretty sweet bowling outfit, if I say so myself.<div>
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</span></div><div>So, go bowling with your friends, and spend an afternoon laughing, and wishing everything were neon! Wouldn't that be cool?</div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKdeUFOLQG6kc3QfQzmcGGiMvk7qMmu37OBXDEcLNy-k4Zs82RgW9Wg659kRhJsx4b-JXFbRU2f0IbMJsXZPzLGwEAdhB9t-PaMlz1YqMcACbtCjxTeBS-BXRJq7K6YoOOUbkE3xAXLB4/s1600/_MG_4639-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKdeUFOLQG6kc3QfQzmcGGiMvk7qMmu37OBXDEcLNy-k4Zs82RgW9Wg659kRhJsx4b-JXFbRU2f0IbMJsXZPzLGwEAdhB9t-PaMlz1YqMcACbtCjxTeBS-BXRJq7K6YoOOUbkE3xAXLB4/s320/_MG_4639-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527039433568447522" /></a>
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ILize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-73261694753759757602010-10-07T07:08:00.009+02:002010-10-07T08:22:03.225+02:00Domestic Disaster<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I was about 10 years old, my childhood BFF and I almost burnt our kitchen down. From there, it didn't get much better. Between being at boarding school [where opportunities to cook/bake were limited and I very nearly failed Homed Economics] and not having the kind of family that gets together to even eat a meal, let alone cook it together, the domestic gene was never really developed in me. But every now and then I get this urge to prove once again how useless I am in the kitchen, and last week I decided to try make tomato and basil bread.</span></div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tomato and basil are two of my favourite things, so when I found this recipe on </span><a href="http://aficionado.co.za/jamiewho/about/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jamie Who</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'s amazing blog on </span><a href="http://aficionado.co.za/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Aficianado</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, I had to try it. And I did. It seemed pretty simple. </span></div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You will need:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">15 cherry tomatoes, halved</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">120g flour</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">1 teaspoon baking powder</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">3 free range eggs</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Half a cup milk</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">125g basil pesto</span></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">165g parmesan, grated</span></span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I got all of my ingredients from </span><a href="http://twitter.com/woolworths_sa"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Woolworths</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, including a delicious organic basil pesto. I used about half the amount of parmesan and added a fistful of mozzarella, but that's just me. And so I began.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Step 1: Set oven to 140 degrees Celsius. Season the halved tomatoes with salt and pepper, drizzle with olive oil and roast for two hours. Simple enough, no?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ready to go!</span></span></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwEniXXZC9XJAguCs5os2fcq0hPxHW_VFSxA5-vNHWnXmZwEJh2tXJIgtfzDgDvc5x5NhjS9iVf9EX3UlCmMVx5dXQToS-ZVcL4DtnUYfLjVpor3t1TGvWaJwWf94w6XAEiKhjdx0KFzd/s1600/IMG_4621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwEniXXZC9XJAguCs5os2fcq0hPxHW_VFSxA5-vNHWnXmZwEJh2tXJIgtfzDgDvc5x5NhjS9iVf9EX3UlCmMVx5dXQToS-ZVcL4DtnUYfLjVpor3t1TGvWaJwWf94w6XAEiKhjdx0KFzd/s320/IMG_4621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525169391142141138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yummy yummy!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGHNlaHVJZ5wpVwIxcAReu-aEq_Zt1Bs6-v3I-Y5bt0B34Krp3uUAOgxdWsEfatgY4mQs24y9BbOCS-TgFz-wE_C3zf4BMhBHarMrFNXRO7QYlWDTRTRaKuAnmCzQyHNZxa9N6NUp4Mz5/s1600/_MG_4624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGHNlaHVJZ5wpVwIxcAReu-aEq_Zt1Bs6-v3I-Y5bt0B34Krp3uUAOgxdWsEfatgY4mQs24y9BbOCS-TgFz-wE_C3zf4BMhBHarMrFNXRO7QYlWDTRTRaKuAnmCzQyHNZxa9N6NUp4Mz5/s320/_MG_4624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525168349837367346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh. Merde! I am no culinary expert, but I am 99% sure that this is NOT what they are supposed to look like.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCfSQvLZ0FuzsiymUCNOdz8CQqKkzfH3MLaQRNUhfAUBc031J0UYE6Ibn44B-bzS7MSdGiHOqTp54JNVQTjcC2VRUgGlR1Qjiq1gxcFGZlNbrdzZ11Pme55i6Ip1Bln5fzRRbJCX1f6k8/s1600/IMG_4625.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCfSQvLZ0FuzsiymUCNOdz8CQqKkzfH3MLaQRNUhfAUBc031J0UYE6Ibn44B-bzS7MSdGiHOqTp54JNVQTjcC2VRUgGlR1Qjiq1gxcFGZlNbrdzZ11Pme55i6Ip1Bln5fzRRbJCX1f6k8/s320/IMG_4625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525168153142678802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, there you have it. I cannot even roast tomatoes successfully. I spent the rest of that night munching chocolate-covered crunchies [obviously NOT made by me], feeling like a spectacular failure. </span><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But then I decided to try one more time [probably only because I had bought a mountain of rosa tomatoes and would otherwise have nothing to do with them].</span><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looking good [note: tomatoes are not teeny tiny coals].
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</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwJEMc4r3CYsK_q8MehigPJEvT-6cFTlmud-GuDgYo-JBzoTeC1gogb3U_KDaZppnJ9XAt8PdEXGcLtC4FH3CE-jWysk66E-w5-lxCwAeyhe0r3ZvaaXARe0LRtKqOze87tFaHnCyCufk/s1600/_MG_4626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxwJEMc4r3CYsK_q8MehigPJEvT-6cFTlmud-GuDgYo-JBzoTeC1gogb3U_KDaZppnJ9XAt8PdEXGcLtC4FH3CE-jWysk66E-w5-lxCwAeyhe0r3ZvaaXARe0LRtKqOze87tFaHnCyCufk/s320/_MG_4626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525167942419741570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We have made it to the oven. This, however, is usually where it all goes wrong. [Prays furiously to the gods of food-making].</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJnntmy7zXdIU5kuU9Ja2qYfEjSPu_xc_bWQCfU1vAdTii_yZXU7bKrHd70uguxkNT_LVSZv38jRG5QQKRK0N5b2k17w6bmwo1LRaAliw4g59BEOrXE73B0rspcFDkMDLxz6EnMeJJyo1/s1600/_MG_4627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJnntmy7zXdIU5kuU9Ja2qYfEjSPu_xc_bWQCfU1vAdTii_yZXU7bKrHd70uguxkNT_LVSZv38jRG5QQKRK0N5b2k17w6bmwo1LRaAliw4g59BEOrXE73B0rspcFDkMDLxz6EnMeJJyo1/s320/_MG_4627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525167389667103106" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But no. It did not go wrong. In fact, besides for the fact that the bread was quite flat [I convinced myself, however, that this was die to the wrong size of bread pan], it was perfect. I put a bit of mozzarella on top and popped it back in the over for another 5 minutes, and voila!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzHA2fyRMD7qyl7s9Am-iG6g107dx2s68YTvb40U3I_iXifMNe6DaV_JcmEa-DJ_KdUCbHXmm24iednHo-9by2d_GE5_C7VFJRJ3_bvlOm-jqnbbfa2NXtpNhKeLhw_Ac4Zh7xkVCiKyr/s1600/_MG_4629.JPG"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzHA2fyRMD7qyl7s9Am-iG6g107dx2s68YTvb40U3I_iXifMNe6DaV_JcmEa-DJ_KdUCbHXmm24iednHo-9by2d_GE5_C7VFJRJ3_bvlOm-jqnbbfa2NXtpNhKeLhw_Ac4Zh7xkVCiKyr/s320/_MG_4629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525167216823436978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perfect. Yes, by my standards, this is perfect. And yes, I danced around my kitchen for a good ten minutes, BBM'ing pictures of my success to all of my friends.</span></div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, my advice to you is don't give up. Keep trying, and stay positive, and you might be pleasantly surprised by success. That said, do stop trying at the point where you might hurt yourself, or burn down the kitchen. Rather try a new hobby then. Also, do read Jamie Who's </span><a href="http://aficionado.co.za/jamiewho/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">blog</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, try one of his amazing recipes and note how awesome the Aficianado team looks on the latest </span><a href="http://twitter.com/nomuchirps"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">NoMU</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> poster </span><a href="http://www.samanthalaurakaye.com/2010/10/aficionado-nomu/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">here</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, with make-up and hair done by the lovely </span><a href="http://www.samanthalaurakaye.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lady Kaye</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> [not me. The other one].
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</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyxov1DAushzdUHH1vsoChZdL_c2HTShGhrS6dxrqu9b0G0EQOPjVtx1WV9xJHhCKzW76C0yz17RvdoS5ZtqaqcZ4gwhLOSs-CraCC7S2sHe8xrMehnl7bMM24CbJLg38gppGYu3o31z70/s1600/IMG_4621.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-53430395064845872652010-10-06T07:58:00.013+02:002010-10-06T08:19:12.442+02:00, , , , , Chameleon<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjcV-IwdFP1AvVjNiO2kh35czeKRbZDBnd2ylB3nAHs4MMvJKVAzZ-nfNPU8CFeneWuBIxw3H4EO2f2uC0VWj7mqHTYfO38eMwEjkKz7It_MKTfc-jsjZk3C8aFl7QzxT_i-gfNhyphenhyphenqZu2/s1600/dark+long.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:small;">Guys... I am confused. And I need opinions.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When it comes to hair, I am a serial colourist/cutter/changer, whatever I can possibly do [well, have done] to my hair. While during high school my hair was always an average length with an average number of highlights [for a private school girl, anyway], I have been through many phases in the last 3-4 years:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCubWFZLp202E4L55ryXfvBb9r1EVl13Rz109X7e4p54JGzv_FQca5o7GqNb_PjE7mgqHSkAntGPzOtaMsyE-GUy77oUaru3PxL7fM3TGU4yM6SvT4JshFfojx8daJCiG8khLWlnUPRRcA/s1600/blonde+short.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOpyJZ5JPAAZBTItzu64W-0JHiJMB3TeaYZyLoNITDivEmB5c9DbdiZnXNbeOGc6BSvWQAunDgHD6szX3ONssBLUs0F8UWBj6EqdLn-Z41zrF5yTBdTd4hYWi4t_iG7qRo_8T5RHLlKhc/s1600/blonde+short+.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy3UA-ebSlWay3wPn2E1U15LrgS0u_46MGbZyMWI2wuUkxhW-C9yTDPVBvUGtkOX1HXCSgpsDlTutOSXNhT98Fn62IGMqpP0RqJ6U7YrHVU4HpOrk9pF-809pDScvpQ2KK6dieHQ6kT69/s1600/shaved.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhbfc1XckQq59Kp_yd_YXxXjK9OVlW-ZOEsHxc3J608abWMYIFNN5qoMqVwAtUIBELf3hAlEnBefzcoMcU1dsN2qUL8IrBCnmyv6_u8ScArnGF1RrmNAGqBdOxv9hr0K3J6YqonEdQv-N/s1600/shaving.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dark, long. Excuse the schmodel photographs, my house burnt down last year which meant I lost a LOT of my photographs, including most of the ones of me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLA26kftPHrP-U9CphuA2qr4_7Y0-TMDwuTixc7g7VfhvFvq3UIhS-TuDLTrsgfweEBZ1m96lW_zJgyA6NhXdJEXfIyOjZIajNbzi7uENmVomf1GVrt-0fGu3eAl0U6br3P__UVUIiDFb/s1600/dark+short.jpg"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ct-EtzCPitg6H-HMS1YKnRGZ9jajJLJZqi8exbcHYHVXE6zlCydADEy0DnnSw3GZvwn_CrfzfGHhQHzxN2z_RpiPEuq4URopY1v2-OHux8tob7l4qVn_7926M3SHokQtcQ5ffu5-DSoV/s1600/dark+long+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Ct-EtzCPitg6H-HMS1YKnRGZ9jajJLJZqi8exbcHYHVXE6zlCydADEy0DnnSw3GZvwn_CrfzfGHhQHzxN2z_RpiPEuq4URopY1v2-OHux8tob7l4qVn_7926M3SHokQtcQ5ffu5-DSoV/s320/dark+long+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524809352594036466" /></a><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjcV-IwdFP1AvVjNiO2kh35czeKRbZDBnd2ylB3nAHs4MMvJKVAzZ-nfNPU8CFeneWuBIxw3H4EO2f2uC0VWj7mqHTYfO38eMwEjkKz7It_MKTfc-jsjZk3C8aFl7QzxT_i-gfNhyphenhyphenqZu2/s320/dark+long.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524812426266870370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dark, short. Also my phase when I smoked a LOT. [This phase is now over.]</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLA26kftPHrP-U9CphuA2qr4_7Y0-TMDwuTixc7g7VfhvFvq3UIhS-TuDLTrsgfweEBZ1m96lW_zJgyA6NhXdJEXfIyOjZIajNbzi7uENmVomf1GVrt-0fGu3eAl0U6br3P__UVUIiDFb/s320/dark+short.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524809659301517586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Then this happened:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhbfc1XckQq59Kp_yd_YXxXjK9OVlW-ZOEsHxc3J608abWMYIFNN5qoMqVwAtUIBELf3hAlEnBefzcoMcU1dsN2qUL8IrBCnmyv6_u8ScArnGF1RrmNAGqBdOxv9hr0K3J6YqonEdQv-N/s320/shaving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810013097177026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And we went for this vibe [which I loved but will likely not do again]:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipy3UA-ebSlWay3wPn2E1U15LrgS0u_46MGbZyMWI2wuUkxhW-C9yTDPVBvUGtkOX1HXCSgpsDlTutOSXNhT98Fn62IGMqpP0RqJ6U7YrHVU4HpOrk9pF-809pDScvpQ2KK6dieHQ6kT69/s320/shaved.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810188917486722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">Then we did short, BLONDE. Like, it does not get much blonder than this:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtOpyJZ5JPAAZBTItzu64W-0JHiJMB3TeaYZyLoNITDivEmB5c9DbdiZnXNbeOGc6BSvWQAunDgHD6szX3ONssBLUs0F8UWBj6EqdLn-Z41zrF5yTBdTd4hYWi4t_iG7qRo_8T5RHLlKhc/s320/blonde+short+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810430176339554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCubWFZLp202E4L55ryXfvBb9r1EVl13Rz109X7e4p54JGzv_FQca5o7GqNb_PjE7mgqHSkAntGPzOtaMsyE-GUy77oUaru3PxL7fM3TGU4yM6SvT4JshFfojx8daJCiG8khLWlnUPRRcA/s320/blonde+short.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810624526623490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And right now, it looks like this:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_WH3rMKmSXM4hyYcExwRV4t53-vtBMKTtDUdnpaWbMIeL3xtOrnKNboekI3Nh5l5qguoX2mKvElY1xdPaFW0_MuHX253dKIW_S2bDk8JMP8IOQ6ta8L52eni5FE22NY9W5zSTCzIZ9Gg8/s320/blonde+long.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810766999434738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I am loving the long hair because it is just so much fun to play with! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJ4s20ouTi7rjDR3vpwb5e1zUWnrozlgPKrVVyLg0wT5_KiI7JxG-ihsLQ8KRL_OO63j5PKMslyjazjLRgXLbZTmR632LY2XGF-rt7Wy_RJed80BI03c2DJVz_yocvl1mYKsfX44-aV4L/s320/LL10_08_14__0001_03_04_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524810945968786642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 209px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I mean, I think even Taylor Momsen would be proud of my Jenny Humphrey imitation:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbck_ZcF-ijsA99-LE2eZk7da6aBy4z3t2i-3UkkV8SA45MDwk_8K711vT5_ahv0aFjKGXx78qTUesCM0TRd_efKY3Zv5ZEjXtGDor12ErCk9gIq_-AA9Pk-8pduM-F5rtRURSawn4zpcg/s320/blonde+long+jenny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524811159811025170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But now, I'm considering going dark again. [The hair is staying long, though. I loves the short hair, but I won't be going back to that for a while.] I mean, blonde is fun for summer and all, but I did also like the brunette... But I'm confused! Some say my features stand out more with the blonde, some say that same about the brunette. Some say I look washed out blonde, some say I look scary brunette. [I also did get told I look like Megan Fox when brunette which I do not see at all, but I'll totes take that compliment!] And if I go brunette now it will NOT be easy to bleach it back again. But brunette is a LOT less maintenance. And, and, and... I just don't know. So, I need advice. Blonde Unicorn, or Brunette Unicorn? Do blondes have more fun? Are brunettes more fun? I just don't know what to do... What is your opinion? </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote> </blockquote></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-sigh-</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote> </blockquote></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Life is hard.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote> </blockquote></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">
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</span></span></span></span></span></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-90428206221424707272010-10-01T10:11:00.002+02:002010-10-01T10:20:01.225+02:00Summer Lovin'<div>Since spring is here and summer is fast on its way [in fact, Jo'burg seems to have skipped spring entirely], spring/summer shopping had to be done. I'm not done with that yet, but when I am I will do a quick list of my summer must-haves for this year. But for now, my number one summer buy, the ultimate summer must-have, is this:</div>
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<p>Hello, <strong>Snowcat Diana</strong>. Welcome to <a href="http://twitter.com/#search/%23Lizeland">Lizeland</a>. </p><p> </p><p>If you want one too, head on over to <strong>Kameraz</strong> in <strong>Rosebank Mews</strong>. I got this one at a ridiculous bargain! Then again, I did have <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/NatalieRoos">The Mermaid </a>with me, and everyone knows <strong>Mermaids</strong> bring good luck. Also, this is me we're talking about. Come on. Kidding! I'm just a Lucky Unicorn.</p>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-48925702392393383302010-09-29T13:08:00.007+02:002010-09-29T13:25:48.321+02:00I Really, REALLY Love Cupcakes<div style="text-align: center;">
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In fact, in <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/search/%23inLizeland">Lizeland</a>, <b>cupcakes</b> are subsidised so that everyone can eat them all the time. There is also a Mr Delivery-type service for <b>cupcakes</b> only [which, of course, operates 24/7], and we have <b>National Cupcake Day</b>. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCTe04zQ9Pjb7onziXDHZwAPDeWXIbDpYWG_3uy7weYU3Yxhw5fny8emwavx50LGx-esySiSBR2JEJzx58W6qXys0btwv92mPdabDsxbt5DC13jIYtShceRomBdD86iLWk5LGzTYtxqFH/s320/cp2-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522293774477663970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
</span></div><div>This year for my first birthday party [not me turning one, I just had more than one birthday party], I had a <b>cupcake</b> exchange party. Everyone had to bring 2 or more cupcakes, and we all kind of swapped- you put them on the table and grab whichever others may catch your eye. I ended up having about 300 <b>cupcakes</b> in my house and needless to day it was a very, very happy day. The theme was <b>Alice in Lizeland</b>, which basically meant all things pretty, lacey, polka-dotty or floral, plus one times fab headband. We ate until we could eat no more, I got amazing, thoughtful gifts and after almost everyone had left just a few of us remained and finished it all off with wine and a cheese platter, complete with jam, grapes, crackers and pesto. It was one of my favourite days ever.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0VfRCPAV0JaA_-1zY5X_URFo0GnYDgYpDYuiE0IgcbwWQtpB3BnXXNhvCoGWu9yw1vykbb3XPqmbyqNzlYo-epwJvzgux37Sy8FW37D7KxaKmuAr2V3jHoXuqTu3yPsq0dSBSgok8S3e3/s320/cp3-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522293877110612386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Happy birthday me. Love, me. A Tiffany's locket.</span></div><div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">I has about 70 <b>cupcakes</b> left after the party because many took 'two or more' as 'fifteen'. But they didn't last a week. If my calculations are correct, I had about 150 <b>cupcakes</b> in August. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEnVZ-n1lr1oBMJRsJaIlYA5cU5AlpM4V0Kf2ZIK3JOnUJNQDjfLfEgpMQCbGWuRv86uRl3x_5Q3zGjyqwk3zzeAP-n_Nvx-YkCYSRskTUxX8IJa10DKBZ8QEtDcnLUUXWUbafs3wtUas6/s320/cp4-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522293966684794322" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">[Left to right: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/khayakazi">Miss Fab</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/Mpum_mpum">Ministress of Snark</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/M1SS_H">Ads</a> and <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/AyandaMo">Ayanda No Underscore Mo</a>]</div><div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">
</span></div><div>Speaking of <b>cupcakes</b>, head on over to <b>Farmgirl's</b> <a href="http://plaasjapie-farmgirl.blogspot.com/">blog</a> for a most fab recipe book giveaway: <i>500 </i><b><i>Cupcakes</i></b>. If I had this book [which I will now endeavour to find], I would make a point of getting through every single recipe in two years. Wouldn't that be fun?</div><div>
</div><div>I really, really love <b>cupcakes</b>.</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-85223299852816155902010-09-27T12:02:00.004+02:002010-09-27T12:58:38.497+02:00SA Blog Awards<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-t0tw8p3OnJVJpVqxgV1b0H7X8Qsgi07W-P-KBVA65L2nU7c2NHTHIAolMI4L20VAZ3QPk_8C-BRMGqtQxkTiwTUVZsp1-Ov53d94qpxpEmDstFnX91_BH_xBiSuGNZkeQg-TRq6XCkh-/s1600/5025096327_be341affe2_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-t0tw8p3OnJVJpVqxgV1b0H7X8Qsgi07W-P-KBVA65L2nU7c2NHTHIAolMI4L20VAZ3QPk_8C-BRMGqtQxkTiwTUVZsp1-Ov53d94qpxpEmDstFnX91_BH_xBiSuGNZkeQg-TRq6XCkh-/s320/5025096327_be341affe2_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521542962246929138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
I am back in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Gauteng</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> after a lovely weekend in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cape Town</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> for the </span><a href="http://www.sablogawards.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SA Blog Awards</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. Our blog made it to the top 2 for </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Best Radio/TV Blog</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It was another last-minute madness mission, but well worth it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The awards were held at </span><a href="http://capetown.oneandonlyresorts.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The One & Only</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, which is just lovely. Definitely allowed </span><a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23inLizeland"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in Lizeland!</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Definitely. I would highly recommend going there for drinks, spa treatments and just generally soaking up a luxurious and relaxing vibe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I went with </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Nazi</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. Highlights include:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
</span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The MC, </span><a href="http://twitter.com/mumz"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mum-Z</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. He has been named </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Minister of MCing</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Lizeland</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. He gets his own masseuse. In fact, he may have 7. Very funny guy, this.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One & Only</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. 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.</span></li><li><b><a href="http://twitter.com/helenzille"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Helen Zille</span></a></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'s speech. Very insightful regarding social media [did you know she actually tweets herself? Yup.] Definitely featuring some of her wisdom in my </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">#TwitterThesis</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Realising</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Helen Z</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and </span><a href="http://twitter.com/natalieroos"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Mermaid</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> were pretty much wearing the same blazer. Phenom.</span></li><li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Nazi</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> receiving an email mid-ceremony enquiring whether he would be interested in buying eco-friendly hand grenades.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meeting many, many fellow members of the Twitter Fam. Having the </span><a href="http://twitter.com/ogilvyct]"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ogilvy</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 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...'</span></li><li><a href="http://indieberries.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">indieBerries</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> winning TWO Awards, after </span><a href="http://indieberries.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-haul.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a fairly traumatic experience flying in from South Korea</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> for this.</span></li><li><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Mermaid</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 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, </span><a href="http://twitter.com/beargrylls"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bear Grylls</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mermaid</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 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.'</span></span></span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All round a very successful event. Thanks to </span><a href="http://twitter.com/chrisrawlinson"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chris</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> for accommodating me, to </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One & Only</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> for hosting a fabulous event, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Nazi </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">for being my date ['Lize, we must be the most couply un-couple ever.'], and everyone for making it most enjoyable. Well done to </span><a href="http://www.sablogawards.com/2010-Winners.aspx"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">all who won</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, and all who were nominated. See you next year!</span></span></span></div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-34122778023003698812010-09-24T11:44:00.003+02:002010-09-27T12:02:37.861+02:00I have come to realise that <strong>The Nazi</strong> [you remember him, right? The really really bad break up that led to the <a href="http://lizekay.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-09-07T17%3A27%3A00%2B02%3A00&max-results=10">The Story of the Departed Driver’s Licence</a>?] is my BFF, confidant and all-round awesome person without whom I, as it turns out, cannot survive. On Saturday he left for a 5-day mission paddling down the <strong>Orange River</strong> and I nearly died without his perpetual BBM wonderfulness, advice and company. I think I have abandonment issues. This is what his Facebook wall looked like while he was gone:
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<strong>Saturday, 18 September, 20h24:</strong>
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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.
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<strong>Sunday, 19 September, 09h19:</strong>
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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.
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<strong>20h42: </strong>
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Uhff. EVERYONE is being a douchetard. And you are not here for me to complain to.
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<strong>Monday, 20 September, 13h04:</strong>
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Have made it to Monday without dying.
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<strong>13h05:</strong>
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Also, have listened to The Suit Song 37 times since Saturday.
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</blockquote><strong>Tuesday, 21 September, 04h28:</strong>
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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*
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<strong>04h30:</strong>
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Too little coffee. Too much Stef Withdrawal (note: upper case). Also, am I the ONLY person who writes on your wall?!
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<strong>13h18:</strong>
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Just phoned Kurt Darren for his address.Stef, come back.
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<strong>21h57:</strong>
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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.
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<strong>21h58:</strong>
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PS you are my favourite and I love you and I cannot wait for you to come back.
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<strong>22h02:</strong>
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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.
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<strong>22h03</strong>:
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Listening to Suit Song. Play count: 52.
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<strong>Wednesday, 22 September, 16h40:</strong><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div><strong></strong>Stef......WHERE ARE YOU?!?!</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote>
<div>So, I just got a flight and am off to <strong>Cape Town</strong> in four hours [MERDE! MUST PACK!] to see him. Kidding. It's to attend to <a href="http://www.sablogawards.com/"><strong>SA Blog Awards</strong> </a>ceremony. <a href="http://www.jacarandafm.com/kagiso/content/en/jacaranda/jacaranda-blogs-just-plain-breakfast">The Just Plain Breakfast Blog </a>made it to the top 2 for Best Radio/TV Blog.
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More news later! For now, I must pack...</div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-79790702344552572992010-09-23T06:36:00.006+02:002010-09-23T07:28:49.489+02:00Small Change<div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImXIWMV02_7MxWYsKsGkoHE8cAwnoOaDicxJKDGkWrdf6dqwUNnfkYz0MyMIkxm_Kl-tEtTat6YpbomIj1zD7UnUOYLuhuKVgpUy7zLzThMXpmiFALoM_JjIBJcV8NDhbWj2WBuq00ycW/s1600/_MG_4603-pola.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Things are crazy right now. I'm at our <b><a href="http://www.jacarandafm.com/kagiso/content/en/jacaranda/jacaranda-lifes-greatest-hits?oid=779025&sn=Detail&pid=756865">Good Morning Angels</a></b><a href="http://www.jacarandafm.com/kagiso/content/en/jacaranda/jacaranda-lifes-greatest-hits?oid=779025&sn=Detail&pid=756865"> golf day at </a><b><a href="http://www.jacarandafm.com/kagiso/content/en/jacaranda/jacaranda-lifes-greatest-hits?oid=779025&sn=Detail&pid=756865">Gardener Ross</a></b>. I'm sitting at this golf estate, fingers too cold to type, in purple Pringle bobby socks with two computers in front of me as well as my <b>Canon</b> SLR, a <b>Blackberry</b>, a very temperamental wireless network and free <b>cupcakes</b> and -<b><a href="http://www.southafrica.info/news/business/109558.htm">Starbucks</a></b> all day. Can you handle it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, yesterday. That is what this post is about. I woke up at 4am, picked up <b>Kurt Darren </b>[yeah, I know! Me too.] and spent the morning changing people's lives. Okay, I didn't do much, I just work for the people making it all happen. But it was amazing. I shed tears [more than once] and despite a bit of drama I came back feeling like my heart may explode. And I conclude that the best way to start any day it to make other people smile. It might even beat free <b>Starbucks</b>! [Okay, wait... I'm not sure. That's a bit of a toss up... Can't decide.]</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, you can read more about the day <a href="http://www.jacarandafm.com/kagiso/content/en/jacaranda/jacaranda-blogs-good-morning-angels?oid=922373&sn=Detail&pid=6102&Good-Morning-Angels-Bumper-Edition-">here</a>. We changed the lives of four families in four hours with R120 000.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here are some pictures I took from the car in <b>Pretoria</b> CBD. I love it. The old buildings, the bustle, the mix of people, the giant Jacarandas. I love it all. I was one times Happy Unicorn, all fuzzy and warm inside.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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Restaurant reviews. I don't do them. But I have just found the place that has validated a whole new feature in this blog. And that place is <b><a href="http://www.thomasmaxwell.co.za/">Thomas Maxwell Bistro</a></b>.<div>
</div><div>After reading <b>The Chef Princess</b>' <a href="http://chefprive.wordpress.com/">blog</a> post about the restaurant <a href="http://chefprive.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/thomas-maxwell-bistro/">here</a>, I knew I had to try this place out. I mean, she's from <b>Cape Town</b>, and lists it as her favourite restaurant. Capetonians NEVER show <b>Jo'burg</b> that much love. It had to be pretty spectacular. And what better occasion than a friend visiting from the <b>Mother City</b>?</div><div>
</div><div><b><a href="http://twitter.com/tracymarkham">Tracy</a></b> is one of those almost annoyingly perfect people. I love her very much, but I admit to frantically searching for a flaw in her. She is a pretty girl with a great body, brains AND the oh-so-uncommon gift of common sense. She is funny and sweet, she has a good career going, head screwed on right. She loves her family, is sure about her religion, exercises a lot and is the kind of optimistic, well-mannered girl you not only want to take home to mum and dad, but show to your kids someday and threaten them with their inheritance if they don't find a partner exactly like that. She walks in briskly, armed with poise, a big smile and an air that says she has been manically busy all day, even though she looks fresh and composed.</div><div>
</div><div><b>Tracy</b> is also very charming. So when the two men behind us are delivered a ceramic tray stacked with <b>cupcakes</b> [cue my unstoppable '[Gasp!] <b>Cupcakes</b>!' in the otherwise hushed restaurant], she somehow gets us each a cupcake from them. I love her. I love them. I love <b>Thomas Maxwell</b> already. </div><div>
</div><div>The decor is eclectic without hurting the eyes. Bare brick walls and brass and leather chairs that look like something my parents may have sat on in school juxtapose crisp white linen to give it a cosy yet cosmopolitan feel. And the small touches keep it interesting- mismatched black and white tiling, a large pin stripe counter, luxurious fabrics and an array of objects that keep you looking back for more unexpected finds. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOldI6JB0KCRSVCaGxAMr8SlKsXdcWkVHHSNZjl9ntOmdWl_GMdW28c26k2J9i2LpoyaFRFVHkqPOuFXPRobkEHKp-5CvkqyUUD6wzdVe9Eei1X313LqrG09rONPXfA5Udy0-mIDRxZNA/s320/tmb4-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519309129783741506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
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</div><div>We ordered wine by the glass in light of both of us having to be up at ridiculously hours [me at 4am and Tracy at 5am] and I went with <b>Klein Steenberg's Sauvignon</b>, which was light and fresh, perfect for the lovely summery evening. </div><div>
</div><div><b>Tracy</b> was perfectly boring and had a salad. She asked me not to mention her boringness but I have to. Although I have to add that <b>Thomas Maxwell</b>'s 'make your own salad' is a great idea and so she got exactly what she wanted, always a plus. Can we have this sort of feature on a menu for men too, please? Ta.</div><div>
</div><div>I had, by <b>Chef Princess</b>' recommendation, mussels with garlic, lemon and parsley cream served with crispy pomme frites. The sauce was tasty without fighting for the spotlight with the strong flavour of the mussels and the portion size is perfect for mains. And indeed, who doesn't love an excuse to lick their fingers? Presentation is done beautifully [the mussels more rustic while the salad looked as though much effort had been put in] without the food presented such that one does not know quite how to negotiate the first bite.</div><div>
</div><div>Because of the <b>cupcake</b> starter we had, dessert was not ordered. No regrets, though, as it simply means I will have to return to <b>Thomas Maxwell</b>. I already have a mental list of what I will order next time. </div><div>
</div><div>But then came the best part. Those two men, with the <b>cupcakes</b>? They never ordered those. No. Those come with your bill. Instead of the done-to-death breath mints, <b>Thomas Maxwell</b> places before you your bill and a tower of <b>cupcakes</b>.</div><div>
</div><div>FREE <b>CUPCAKES</b>.</div><div>
</div><div>Yes, you heard me. </div><div>
</div><div>This is officially, then, the best restaurant. Globally. Number one <a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23inLizeland">in Lizeland</a>. I will be back. </div><div>
</div><div>And not just for the <b>cupcakes</b>. <b>Thomas Maxwell</b> is cherry red.</div><div>
</div><div>The other exciting part of the night was [part 1] <b>Tracy</b> and I spotting some very fine looking mens and [part 2] <b>Tracy</b> sending her number to one of them! Outside, on the lotto card holder thing around the corner, <b>Tracy</b> scribbled a note on a page torn from my moleskine and sent it to their table with a waitress. Will there be a [part 3]? Stay tuned.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9G_4XaFHfIFFV2-_FzyFnKaSn88YAQ7j7u4t1geP8suKCufSKEKyCHLfXp-Xdme-91jFUJkzUxygXzi8ES2fhuw6snUCxbbnSNeCQMhwJlgkTXti7o3EEdOUetJo7PB55FYkDCHhqZ4Q/s320/trace-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519309251516106274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">
</span></b></span></span></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-61108473922056725032010-09-20T11:22:00.011+02:002010-09-20T11:50:50.146+02:00Weekend Wars<div style="text-align: left;">Because we fight for the weekend to last forever.</div><div>
</div><div>Saturday was <b>Adillah's</b> birthday. To celebrate I joined her, her man [who is only the most perfect boyfriend on the planet], <a href="http://twitter.com/khayakazi">Kazi</a> and <a href="http://twitter.com/Mpum_mpum">Mpumi</a> <b>[Ministress of Snark]</b> a<a href="http://www.westcliff.co.za/web/ojnb/the_westcliff.jsp">t The Westcliff Hotel</a>. I hadn't seen <b>Kazi</b> and <b>Mpumi</b> in what felt like years, so this morning [turned afternoon] of fabulosity was WAY overdue.</div><div>
</div><div><b>The Westcliff</b> comes highly recommended by many [including <a href="http://www.2oceansvibe.com/">2oceansvibe</a>, so we know we're not playing around here], and there is a good reason for that. It is officially my favourite place in <b>Jo'burg</b> and I want to live there. Please can I?</div><div>
</div><div>Upon arrival a driver [mine was <b>Calvin</b> and he is just lovely] takes you to wherever you need to go in a Club Car. This is a blessing as <b>The Westcliff</b> is very hilly and of course one must wear heels to <b>The Westcliff</b>. There simply is no other way.</div><div>
</div><div>We went to the <b>Polo Lounge</b> for high tea. <b><a href="http://www.boschendal.com/">Boschendal</a> Blanc du Noir</b> [the official pink wine of <a href="http://twitter.com/natishalieka">Team Lilac</a>], chocolate cake, cucumber sandwiches, mini haloumi wraps, scones with strawberries and cream and, of course, <b>CUPCAKES</b>. Top all of this delicious food off with a view to die for and the best friends a girl could ask for and you get the perfect Saturday! In fact, I think this may become a weekly ritual. </div><div>
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFETSUTptJn2sYm1onxzcUjXfIUuckE0yUzKRaQj-JkNmXZFowVAJ2Cz1UaT_FdLHZdQCkRhtxbbsKR3akoJdpfXCI3Z72JvsgeCC9bfl1_CDmdPWzuypYlZbOhzqxUd6M21bx76Gnpps_/s320/_MG_4580-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518928494328834770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This does NO justice to the view. The infinity pool is also beyond amazing. We love infinity pools.</span></div><div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtaJdCYOG5TXxhqBgqEDLA6WUeNQ03tysDHwHAWVJ92htFAZUcs4PhvXGPlk9jkKGXxbg3VV5IKVgK9Na0IHB7mvh8EROmy0G8JHCvglnpfJs2V4HLp0yjW7ovGuwNblamt-L-P1lXpSdQ/s320/_MG_4561-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518928877900752050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote>Gorgeous sisters of mucho mucho talent.</blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVWOzNdXUCq-y-l3DxcaB__cw2ymkvf4dVpdauJ7IdlaBLFjWTZzkhR89rHuU6Bx9H1K6gpXBAKO47OPkbDNbnRm6y4NbMatKkXhMQY8rd8cuxKyJAvCUzY69FcscILXFeMUfmy7ILmHH/s320/_MG_4563-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518929129808155602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></blockquote><div><blockquote>Birthday girl and her man, who flew in from England for this!</blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWN5NgWSvrayTcLpbepejsWNEAiS4A_vS035KoLbVBsYEvAGv1BW0AlKAo7mLg1lAUs8_1GNCjXDUxVZEhxxxnTfE7AjVNcJu8YUGeE68n34ShF7_j20lWOPx7iK62w8Pku0uSdfOZxXu/s320/_MG_4573-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518929465076784706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Shucks, you guys shouldn't have...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82ZnqLL-idy9qsviobwWE6QrBmhw5jifcubghpABsk56Nl9fQatllmAuMryVTba_sqNeHanC1TyMOJCe_HN_jF0ZNGHvDAXGO3QfJSmMrR4UEkbt5m6-CwQTXh9L8nSNwABWyRGmLQpmU/s320/_MG_4574-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518929629891141106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><blockquote>Fairly self-explanatory, I think.</blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9kpD3_DFAIqi1QIpgDB4BhpX-mUYPJkR7q0IS7ThdmpZPDccWT-3T_SkC5d8BmFGs-iAQecACx3xl1KIfHkdg603d2xcc59kGSAFjFZy_qJqE-DMOPQFYHHvToMlyggXwTmNlBwb4XxzB/s320/_MG_4578-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518930011279568322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></blockquote></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><blockquote>Even if you have to pretend it's your birthday, do order one of these bad boys.</blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIo7fwrEjNimq2ypG14InlfkcFArWpjSk6-euEzyoD4yO0qhUsxXjxYdm656zrIKecfVy5nnQVd7h0mZZkL6r5WkRG5iucuHre0RKiqWMKhUUER9o7rflSuiVhrLhU9Tmge40vyFDBgX96/s320/_MG_4585-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518930264565035794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><blockquote>That is not lens flare. It's sprinklings of amaze.</blockquote><div style="text-align: left;">Fabulous. Life is not kak.</div></span></div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></blockquote></span></span></div></span></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-39456886449227926322010-09-17T13:24:00.007+02:002010-09-17T14:11:07.024+02:00Just Like You Are<div style="text-align: center;">
</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EebokB8AHZgD2q3vJlIsT_chyphenhyphenG2ILt50EA96zokDl6PxFL_frOe2QmYKog5smVE2xNHFVySVRxHmC3s1n9L-roEzyJRnpO4-x92rNOl9br3nETnNKHC4TYfepzr5DQcSRm-rE0yaFTQj/s1600/cupcake+unicorn.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DUIpOjJWqJZWmpU4azKAZ4fVIv1Ms2B-3m38PqiPS49EhgVBhOOEq1BIJb3RAy64OHFz86BKI3DTe079A8sfK3KY0aMPFRsyo4ZSnENHo9th-xmIMB307f5WxTwmimdkBhYZvs1_Yley/s1600/short+legs.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: justify;">Last weekend a most extraordinary thing happened.</div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">On Saturday I went to the <b><a href="http://www.topbilling.com/">Top Billing</a> Spring Event</b> at <a href="http://www.morrells.co.za/">Morrells</a> [HIGHLY recommended- a gorgeous venue that makes you feel like you have left <b>Joziville</b> 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, <b>Janine </b>from <a href="http://www.houseofjanine.com/">House of Janine</a>, 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. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">When it came to me, I couldn’t name which part I hated most!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Wait a second…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">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?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Whoa. Like, whoa.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Let’s just take a moment here.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">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. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But you know what? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I LOVE my body. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlIXP4KC1zrbajyLdiMQexaaC0OzLH__FARauE5pVO646nIZUmk1NAg6QJxyrf4SiN3_al2VaYXnmvtFFDkS4VnLIR0Qo4slB3ye5RzIAcZr0Ov9BkE4QcuswIPO_r0dFVOryTa2s6WnZ/s320/big+thighs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517851735379585090" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 257px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Big thighs. Still Happy Unicorn.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ32KHrOGlHyC7iG8m7hpVX7isdH9jtSRvWIS9zXKBTO13CO0n9ALN14fjA0p2rg8oI3jR6yr6R8YXIcRgVNkMYK_t_3kx2orhnJ-HlpY_FlG0Z2tfDPqcQA9vpgh6WWWShT0wfvQC4JiB/s320/no+waist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517851940025847634" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 241px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">No waist. Still happy Unicorn.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DUIpOjJWqJZWmpU4azKAZ4fVIv1Ms2B-3m38PqiPS49EhgVBhOOEq1BIJb3RAy64OHFz86BKI3DTe079A8sfK3KY0aMPFRsyo4ZSnENHo9th-xmIMB307f5WxTwmimdkBhYZvs1_Yley/s320/short+legs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517852043707917330" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Short legs. Still happy Unicorn.</span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">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 <b>The Furkids</b> at sunset, I enjoy healthy eating and I never deprive myself of the things I crave [<b>cupcakes</b>].</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EebokB8AHZgD2q3vJlIsT_chyphenhyphenG2ILt50EA96zokDl6PxFL_frOe2QmYKog5smVE2xNHFVySVRxHmC3s1n9L-roEzyJRnpO4-x92rNOl9br3nETnNKHC4TYfepzr5DQcSRm-rE0yaFTQj/s320/cupcake+unicorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517852872468547218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 198px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>‘<i><b>Lingerie Lundi</b></i>’ [that’s Monday in French]- a weekly post about love, gratefulness and why life is awesome., featuring lingerie of course. I know <b><a href="http://twitter.com/ilovewonderbra">Wonderbra SA</a></b> likes the idea. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">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.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> Spend the day in lingerie. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Look at yourself in the mirror. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Dance naked on your bed. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Go crazy. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Eat a cupcake. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And love your body, because it’s yours and it’s fabulous.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPY-e_kMflMPTPD14FdI8yjyTCMo-IjWCgkuM_TgpB5tnHRuG8vUqaQUHkQ0qV-6ZZagFoz9HBYG8vUYEyj75iyCjoFTDhU7owhE3pSGnl0ReJGFH8k7cXJH-L5hOdtU9X1u7wNdO0fxoz/s320/fat+unicorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517849430780642802" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 177px; " /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
</span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-78170960390600194122010-09-16T12:35:00.007+02:002010-09-16T12:39:49.998+02:00I don't want a freaking Kindle...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">
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</div><div>And this is why:</div><div>
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Hm6n_N3nA9yraj1sGJ48Peawqwpc4kX5NX-gHZvg861lyb4y6wFTIsdhjrtBFPXs0BJkACnQimIsvF6vA3LEeTidwGnu-gIISK0xDEf5D5UKrcMPd9z7ZtIfEQQdwE1-3PAmrhi7k6Ny/s1600/book3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Hm6n_N3nA9yraj1sGJ48Peawqwpc4kX5NX-gHZvg861lyb4y6wFTIsdhjrtBFPXs0BJkACnQimIsvF6vA3LEeTidwGnu-gIISK0xDEf5D5UKrcMPd9z7ZtIfEQQdwE1-3PAmrhi7k6Ny/s320/book3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517458469482183202" /></a>
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</div><div>I want this one: </div><div>
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</div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-5127036181786427892010-09-14T13:02:00.005+02:002010-09-14T13:11:44.892+02:00Pocketful of Dreams<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">
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<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday I took impulsive trips to <b>Cape Town</b> to a whole new level. Let’s talk about living life…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">On Sunday evening after gym I received the following text from my agent:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>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. </b></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let’s be honest, they may as well name this thing <b>The Lize Kay Show</b>! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Not the case. The auditions are only happening in <b>Cape Town</b>, 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. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So I packed an overnight bag on Sunday night, as an affirmation that I would be going to <b>Cape Town.</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">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 <b>Cape Town</b> in a few hours. Without too many questions asked I was granted permission.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">By 9am<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I had booked my flight. At 10am my credit card was declined. Between <a href="http://www.flysaa.com/redir.html">SAA</a>, the bank and my sister, no one could tell me why this was happening. Cards are never declined <a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23inLizeland">in Lizeland</a>. I was freaking out a tiny bit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At 10h45 I got in my car and drove to <b>OR Tambo International</b> at the speed of <b>Unicorn</b> [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 <b>SAA</b> 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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Two hours later I landed in <b>Cape Town </b>and bolted as fast as I could so as to avoid<b> Greasy Mullet Guy</b> [don’t ask]. I was met by<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><b>Jaco</b> of <a href="http://www.savvytours.co.za/">Savvy Tours</a> in one of these bad boys:</p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7An8TUyHVJG_r3dc0yNBQd8pXak3EZzQXFkQN94ZLC9Ky6qoU2UCpesHFtiUTsG6vc134Z_42HMm04CRWfTQmAeJLdoBffEnRb4AGjANS-8QWOw4sVObh5NUfZmr86sZ46-_MMrPOmlH/s1600/landy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7An8TUyHVJG_r3dc0yNBQd8pXak3EZzQXFkQN94ZLC9Ky6qoU2UCpesHFtiUTsG6vc134Z_42HMm04CRWfTQmAeJLdoBffEnRb4AGjANS-8QWOw4sVObh5NUfZmr86sZ46-_MMrPOmlH/s320/landy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516724221601371586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 169px; " /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><blockquote>Not kak.</blockquote><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">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 <a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23Lizeland">Lizeland</a> from now on!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">We drove to <b>Tokai</b>. 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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Afterwards we had drinks at the <b>Radisson Blu</b> which definitely has the best view ever [globally] for sundowners- Me, <b>The Nazi</b> And <b>Margs</b>. </p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQmiO1NnMajAEV1G21hbyorfiWzODETBlQGaNq64dwV18fKG-b0NYsASjBQHJjSqgFRwuoHq3F1I5Idxwhh0K0n1V_XI7kD6D9VTLUrDEz0cX8o3JWxsOgRhllpG_6UxidiUqeQwU-nmx/s1600/rad.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQmiO1NnMajAEV1G21hbyorfiWzODETBlQGaNq64dwV18fKG-b0NYsASjBQHJjSqgFRwuoHq3F1I5Idxwhh0K0n1V_XI7kD6D9VTLUrDEz0cX8o3JWxsOgRhllpG_6UxidiUqeQwU-nmx/s320/rad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516724830869542466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 183px; " /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><blockquote style="text-align: center;">Not kak at all.</blockquote><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And not 5 hours after landing in <b>Cape Town</b>, 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.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Today is boringly normal. I have an excitement hangover, though, as a reminder of yesterday’s craziness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OTgKyyhXBA6PnLX0z0O45bAXW7OfJTxqMacbgc6lrOf3bj5YcX662ooCWy3RUfshMYcN-U7sy3Q7sQTqdmQo19FBtNWoc_Psc738Owg3ZzPS8t0yxTtY7rDKy9LKy2k8zXGd1Dn7tFfg/s1600/vom.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OTgKyyhXBA6PnLX0z0O45bAXW7OfJTxqMacbgc6lrOf3bj5YcX662ooCWy3RUfshMYcN-U7sy3Q7sQTqdmQo19FBtNWoc_Psc738Owg3ZzPS8t0yxTtY7rDKy9LKy2k8zXGd1Dn7tFfg/s320/vom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516725151030024066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px; " /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Excitement hangover.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>And I learnt the following: </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"></p><ul><li>When people say something is not ‘meant to be’ because it doesn’t work out easily or immediately, don’t listen to them.</li><li>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.</li><li>It’s worth making stuff happen.</li><li>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.</li><li>Luxury SUVs do wonders for nervous Unicorns.</li><li>Do not talk to greasy mulleted men on planes. Ew.</li><li>Always live life. Be stupid. Be crazy. Be impulsive.</li><li>You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.</li></ul><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-54871072662414743192010-09-10T14:04:00.004+02:002010-09-10T14:33:40.013+02:00Mother City Madhouse Memories [Continued]<div style="text-align: justify;">There really is only one thing to report on for Friday in <b>Cape Town</b>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made my hair blue. I don't know how I did this. I washed it with the same shampoo as always, which usually makes it wonderfully platinum, like this:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, it looks a bit yellow here, but you get the point.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time, however, the result was not as desired.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Aaaaaah! [Runs in to <a href="http://twitter.com/simongerber">The GBF</a>'s bedroom] SIMON! MY HAIR IS BLUE!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>GBF</b>: Nah, it's more of a gentle lilac.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gotta love the gays. At some point <b>The</b><b> GBF</b>'s housemate said she liked it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Asian Housemate of GBF</b>: Your hair is... like... blue! I love it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>GB</b>F [later]: See, she liked it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Me</b>: She's ASIAN. She probably thinks I have a pet Pokemon stashed in my Aldo bag. Of COURSE she likes my blue hair. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Dear Future Husband</b>, PLEASE take me there. Every weekend.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was so good, I even mastered a fabulous laugh + half-turn + flicking of hair over shoulder in the short time I spent there. There are no words. I DIE of fabulosity. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We then went for lunch at <a href="http://www.5ryneveld.com/">5 Ryneveld</a>, which was amazing as always. I do recommend their falafel burger with red pepper hummus. I also recommend going there with a <b>GBF</b> who will feed you tomato and cucumber bits with a teeny tiny spoon from a teeny tiny silver bowl. <b>La Jew</b> had the black mushroom and figs burger. Equally recommendable unless, like me, you're feeling a little worse for <b>Bohemia</b> wear and can only handle so much fungus inside you. <b>The GBF</b> had an ostrich burger. I cannot recommend this as I am a vegetarian, but he said it was great.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That night we went to <b>Neighbourhood, </b>meeting up with <a href="http://tailsofamermaid.wordpress.com/">The Mermaid</a>, <a href="http://www.bangersandnash.com/">Nashville</a>, <a href="http://twitter.com/snoddie">Snoddie</a>, <a href="http://www.byronrode.co.za/">Byron</a> and had another ex fest. This time<b> The Nazi</b>, <b>The Sweetheart</b> and <a href="http://thedeskjob.wordpress.com/">The Gay Ex [Love of my life]</a> were there. No hassles, though, and a good time was held by all. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Except, of course, that my hair was blue.</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-17720346789822445112010-09-09T12:11:00.009+02:002010-09-09T12:42:34.026+02:00Mother City Madhouse Memories [Continued]<div style="text-align: justify;">As mentioned before, my <a href="http://lizekay.blogspot.com/2010/09/mother-city-madhouse.html">reason for going to Cape Town</a> was to 'model' for <a href="http://twitter.com/JaredMusiker">Le Jew</a>. Laughable, if you think about it, because I am not at all a model. I was quite sure my runway debut would end like this:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5Ktnwe19Khgq3zE-DiYfvKFDDbNrXxFEDAnYYz4sN3FcIVG7v6aK0kl5hJ4A_C_tE_rRujFK0j7xzdadjllI9-h0Fm4AWh3_FJpLFj6oZKH5KnTfzqh1N8NPvV8-9Kyrzfw1DRGzmkF5/s320/fall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514854979334039906" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, I'm at <b>Bohemia</b> waiting for <b>Le Jew</b>, having drinks with <b>Rolandd</b>. I haven't eaten much, but I figure that this is helping me get in character of Model Extraordinaire. </div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Le Jew</b> is late. He is also, by the sounds of things, quite stressed. I, on the other hand, am quite relaxed and chipper [read: tipsy]. By the time he gets to <b>Bohemia</b> we have one times giggly model, one times stressed designer and one times large slab of chocolate. By the time we get to the venue, the latter is no longer with us.</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.valdevie.co.za/index-splash.php">Val de Vie</a> is lovely! It is far away from everything, but totally worth the effort. Combine polo, the winelands and luxury living and you get one times Happy Unicorn. [Dear Future Husband, please take me there.] But the decadence is, today, interrupted by furious bustling of stressed designers, excited models, judges and a general crowd likely high on hairspray by now. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Jew and I are WAY late. We still need to do hair, make-up and sew my dress onto me! There is chaos around everything- numbers, order, judging, shoes and WHERE THE HELL ARE MY TEENY TINY SATURDAY NIGHT UNDIES???</div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My dress... Is not a dress. I am naked. Well, almost. There are chains involved. And BIG shoes [which have stockings pulled over them, making them even more slippery]. I am also wearing no make-up at all, my hair resembles a bird's nest [with braids] and I can only imagine that the cherry on top will be a major bail on the runway. </div><div><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But by some miracle of the fashion gods, I did not fall. I walked to the end, halfway back, back to the end and then all the way back without slipping, tripping or falling on my face. I even posed, and did not burst out laughing. In fact, I think I totally pulled it off.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was actually quite enjoyable in the end. Thank you to <b>Le Jew</b> for choosing me [and promising me future jobs with him, where I will actually wear something], <b><a href="http://twitter.com/simongerber">The GBF</a></b> and <b>La Jew </b>[note: girl Jew] for coming to support. Keep an eye on this one, he's going to make it big someday. I mean, just look at his coat design:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fab. Life, my friends, is just plain freaking fabulous.</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-19772430780418973752010-09-08T13:40:00.005+02:002010-09-08T14:22:33.555+02:00Mother City Madhouse Memories [Continued]<div style="text-align: justify;">Where were we? Ah, yes. Thursday night. Sleep, <a href="http://www.caperoyale.co.za/">here</a>:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But it wasn't too kak.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">[No, seriously. When I say 'not kak', please know I am pulling the proverbial leg of the mystical reader. I mean 'pretty awesome', 'way rad', 'absolutely unbelievable', 'OMShatteredSoul I can die now!'... You get the point. When in doubt, do not take me seriously.]</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After brunch <b>SLK</b> and I headed to <b>Stellenbosch</b>. Here we met up with <a href="http://twitter.com/simongerber">The GBF</a> and after some quick catching up it was time for me to meet up with <b>Rolandd</b>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><blockquote> </blockquote></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Who is <b>Rolandd</b>?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A while back I got an unexpected Facebook message from one <b>Rolandd Thompson</b>, [subject: gratitude] saying that he had been following my blog for a while and had a gift for me. One <b>Rolandd Thompson</b> did go to school with me [well, I was in a girls school but <a href="http://www.hiltoncollege.com/">his school</a> was basically our step-brother school and his school was just up the road from <a href="http://www.stannes.co.za/">my school</a> so we basically went to school together] but seeing as we were never THAT close [we just had many many friends in common and saw each other pretty often], and in light of the fact that I did not imagine him the type of person to follow or appreciate my blog, I figured it was a different <b>Rolandd Thompson</b>. But no. It was, in fact, <b>THE Rolannd Thompson</b> I was thinking of.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We set off to <b>Bohemia</b> [also my second home while I lived in <b>Stellenbosch</b>], and <b>Rolandd's</b> gift was a <b>Kid Robot</b> Unicorn/Zebra figurine which he felt he needed to pass on to me. Her name is <b>Mildred</b>, and this is she, happy with me in the office:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">
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</div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-916694292898289452010-09-07T17:27:00.009+02:002010-09-07T18:33:59.796+02:00Neighbour Riffs<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am loving snail mail at the moment. I have BFFs in Canada [</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fulton</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">], </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><a href="http://www.natishalieka.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Turkey</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> [</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nash Pash</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">]</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><a href="http://twitter.com/Ninavanibos"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Taiwan</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> [</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pengyou</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">] </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and somewhere in Europe [</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Mo</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">de</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">l</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">]. And while Facebook, blogging and Twitter are all very convenient, I have recently re-discovered the joys of brown envelopes and hand-written letters. It started with '</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Sisterhood of the Traveling Books',</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> but more on that later. This blog is about </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">indieBerries</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and magical musical mixtapes.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A while ago I was informed that one </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ch</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">é</span></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Kershaw</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was following me on </span><a href="http://twitter.com/lizetheunicorn"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Twitter</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ch</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">é</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and I went to school together, we were in the same boarding house [she is a few years older than I] and the relationship was something like this:</span></span></span></b></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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</span></span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJe4uhyeFG-oUamsRve1mrTWogW4RXznSWMsD_GYjSuH_DA49oByJwqjO1HWnxp5E5L_c3fdMcIX6v-bCUVli7F4YMRebgCWcd-h51GMEC-y2UFkZhKMh7lKbltYYDd0yVBURtM1L2YYMw/s320/highschool16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514195570954834290" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">[Except for the dress. I failed every single dress check from grade 8 until matric. Also, note, I kept the same dresses from grade 8 until matric.]</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So I kind of always adored </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ch</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">é</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> [in a non-creepy way], which made me click on her profile. This, in turn, led to my discovering her </span><a href="http://indieberries.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. The above cartoon was stolen from her blog, and I suggest you head over there right now. Also, please vote for her in the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SA Blog Awards</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. She deserves it, and she won't shut up about it.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A while ago </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ch</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">é</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> asked on her </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Facebook</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> status who wanted her last magical musical mixtape. I happened to be on </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Facebook</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> at the time and eagerly nominated myself. And today, it arrived. I've been off sick for half of the day [something between glandular fever, mumps and cancer of the head, I am not sure] and this made my day!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Let's have a look at the contents of this package:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. This note:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I support this wish. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. A letter:</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IvmWh5d8pH0t5PgiPuOhU3Mqaig18Z3EW0akAulMXQTGQMGu591OWVMfYF7be0Dl_XmoJ6_TXblwf7hwlGauxep5C3Q8GJFHJ7MEnl7IZhWBZNwrTZeSXGRdkjX_c2zdjbnqPjKQQZi2/s1600/_MG_4530.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IvmWh5d8pH0t5PgiPuOhU3Mqaig18Z3EW0akAulMXQTGQMGu591OWVMfYF7be0Dl_XmoJ6_TXblwf7hwlGauxep5C3Q8GJFHJ7MEnl7IZhWBZNwrTZeSXGRdkjX_c2zdjbnqPjKQQZi2/s320/_MG_4530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514199379808822754" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For those who are unable to read it, it says:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dear Lize,</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><blockquote> </blockquote></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This was the closest thing I could find in my house that resembles a *UNICORN*.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><blockquote> </blockquote></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">-> Don't worry, I gave him a magical pink horn- good for three wishes =)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><blockquote> </blockquote></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Enjoy the magical musical mixtape.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><blockquote> </blockquote></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Peace, love and happiness.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I mean, isn't that amazing?! Mind: blown.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But it does not end there.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"></span></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. The actual CD.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><blockquote> </blockquote></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">First, one must mention the CD cover. Hand-made by Che [if you want to know how to make these, click </span><a href="http://indieberries.blogspot.com/2010/08/cd-covers.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabjjb9YCimnbdMz0bz2UIlztTpe1ep1nD-O6WgNZLJ84cxY3CZFc_50d2j1O4p_Uv7qBpDGWEyye41y3A7XEsw6l2dBgdDaLWUM7vMpf-RJPkScWoYWSn5LtVzW_TeNT5Vj9rutQM5unD/s320/_MG_4531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514203608274109218" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><ol><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Florence & The Machine</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Dog Days Are Over</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Arcade Fir</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">e- Rebellion</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Phoenix</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Girlfriend</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cold War Kid</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">s- Mexican Dogs</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Matisyahu</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Time of Your Song</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dan Black feat. Kid Cudi</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Symphonies</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Format</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- I Am Ready</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shiny Toy Guns</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Chemistry of a Car Crash</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Owl City</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Cave In</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Magic Numbers</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Morning's Eleven</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The National</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Slow Show</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shiny Toy Guns</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Don't Cry Out</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kid Cudi</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Day 'n Night</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Shins</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- New Slang</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eminem feat. Rihann</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">a- Love the Way You Lie</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Come in Please</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Temper Trap</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Sweet Disposition</span></li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I mean, come on! How much of wow? So much of wow!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><blockquote> </blockquote></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And let us not forget the bonus tracks:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">
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</div></div>Lize Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06401949108170771809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2132038234803175439.post-90834421033872716892010-09-07T17:12:00.005+02:002010-09-07T17:21:41.593+02:00The Crystal, Camps Bay<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIfCIDSENqsRWYDe4xgqL6WETIjIQV_1yUv_g8zLTZzrSeef0HYDIIQmPxUTzhtgC3yOK-RTnIWvIUg5bH-LR5IuyepJeuxx76LLpQYT2isUHhbZBynq4GUQYJ7vpMRufDZ6nFDTVNXVv/s1600/crystal+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDIfCIDSENqsRWYDe4xgqL6WETIjIQV_1yUv_g8zLTZzrSeef0HYDIIQmPxUTzhtgC3yOK-RTnIWvIUg5bH-LR5IuyepJeuxx76LLpQYT2isUHhbZBynq4GUQYJ7vpMRufDZ6nFDTVNXVv/s320/crystal+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514191967419205138" /></a>
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Nothing spectacularly interesting, just four girls having a good time.<div>
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