Ok it has been a while since i last wrote. Just shows you - this has been the busiest i have been in ages - both work and socially - been away, celebrated a great birthday week with friends and family and just been completing a huge project.

So that is my update! I know - it's a little flou - but whatever, i will write more next time. I leave for Phoenex for July, 4th next week, so i will post new pics.

I had a few awful days at work where i felt like i should just quit - but i am still going strong..

"I get knocked down, then i get up again.. ain't never gonna keep me down.."

This weekend was nice, nothing mind-blowing, but I had some great dinners with friends, lots of art festivals going on around Denver. Watched Sex and the City (the movie) it was good fun, great weather. Really awesome.

Today I decided that I am tired of having straight hair. I decided to have a curly look for about 3 weeks and see how I like it.. Today was day 1 = no picture attached cause instead of luscious curly locks like Meg Ryan, I look a little like Dianna Ross when she wakes up in the morning! But I am determined to get it right!

Anyway, today while walking to work (as always), my mind was flooded with a lot of thoughts…

How come is it that bad experiences shape your character? What about good experiences? What do they do for you? I mean, that sounds like a raw deal to me. It seems that we accept the fact that every human being is bound to experience the same types of “bad experiences”. We are all bound to experience death, betrayal of a friend or loved one, loving someone who doesn’t love you back, failure and humiliation in some form, loneliness, longing, divorce, breakup, miscarriage…

Everyone, no matter who you are experiences that… but how fair is it that not all of us get to experience the joy of holding a baby in your arms, the comfort and wonderment of having been loved and been faithful to by one person for your entire life, success and riches for long stretches of time? How come only few of us experience SOME of those, but ALL of us experience A LOT of the aforementioned stuff?

Doesn’t that kinda suck?

I had a really bad day at work on Friday – argh it sucked.. I spent some of the weekend feeling really sorry for myself – and today I feel fine, but I had to ask myself.. was I TOO happy – that I HAD to experience negativity? Is that really how life works?

Can one be faithful to life and your own convictions and not have life betray you in some crappy form?

I wonder…..

Quote of the Day - Jacob Bronowski -

"The world can only be grasped by action, not by contemplation."

We all know (or atleast have heard of ) the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, right? Story of a respectable Dr by day and Killer by night....

Well, "she" walks the streets in living colour in rainy, dreary England:

Her blonde hair neatly, almost eerily perfectly tied in a chignon on the centre of her head.. something eminently (almost) human beaconing in her blue eyes (and make no mistake, if you mistakenly name them green... you are on the hit list! take note!).. A little austere with herself, perfection at her job.. I think she has an approved tolerance for others (in daytime anyway). But after a few conversations with this little friend of mine, it is very apparent that when she sits on the germ infested bus everyday to and from work, pink blackberry in hand, ipod in ears.. her mind is plotting.....

As she hears the increasing "thump thump" of someone's ghetto music so loud it overrides everyone's ability to talk or think.. her indignation grows - skin itches, neck hive infested from the anger growing... creeping in her veins... as if like a switch.. her attention all the more sharply and decisively arrested.. her mind goes to her "happy place" her thoughts turn to wrapping her wrists in her fightclub tape, tying down the dreadful bus dwellers and pulverizing them one by one - laughing in glee as the blood splatters... hair coming undone.. rage... pleasure - its all the same...

This petite blond whom i fondly refer to as a homer simpson look-alike- usually calm, groomed and well spoken, who is a self proclaimed psychologist-to-be, but assissin wanna-be - licks her lips at the thought of offing some people one by one!

It is her who taught me various meanings of psychological disorders..

So, you call this "Multiple personality disorder"? I just call her Amy Crooks!

Oh.. yes, i used surnames - because she is convinced that no one who reads this blog knows who she is....

Good luck chicky! BUUWWAAAHHAAAA

Mamma Mia!!

Last weekend i went to see the stage production of "Mamma Mia" - it was the second time, the first time, i saw it with the Czakan's in South Africa, and both times it was brilliant, i had a great time - i can't wait for the movie to come out - mostly because of whom they have chosen for the characters. I went clubbing and the whole weekend was just nice and relaxed.

I started on a mission of packing my winter things away and getting the apartment sorted out - man alive - who collects more crap than me!!

Anyway, today i stayed home from work, because after a delicious (and expensive) facial, i woke up looking like Frankenstein after a fight with Rocky Balboa! So i went to the dr.. but because i wasn't feeling ill persay, it felt like a complete wasted day - i ended up cleaning, eating and sleeping - argh!

So thats all my news this week!