Ellen performs on So You Think You Can Dance.

I seriously heart this woman! And this just made me fall for her even more. I just think if we met, we'd be best friends forever.

Only in South Africa

Courtesy of Police Commissioner: Bheki Cele

Surprise, surprise...I was right.

Shoooweeee! I'm exhausted. I was right: weekend's are as useless as a flacid penis! I barely had a chance to rest this weekend, so it's no wonder the last thing I'm feeling is recharged and ready for this week! *self-pity-party for 1, please!*

My weekend:

Friday - work, dinner with a friend. Drinks with more friends.

Saturday - brunch with a friend. My cousin's 25th birthday lunch. Drinks and partying for 25th.

Sunday - Haartebeespoort with friends, just to get out of Jo'busy! Drinks with friends.

SIGH!

S.O.S!

CAN'T.

FUNCTION.

NEED.

ASSISTANCE.

Thank God it's.....

I have come to HATE weekends! As soon as you've begun enjoying them, it's Sunday night and in a few short hours, it's back to work! My Sunday Blues are unparalleled: hours spent filled with depression and coming up with ways to get out of work the next day! Every week is a monotonous tune: 5 days of torture for 2 days of....i don't even know what to call it. Weekends are never filled with peace and quiet because chances are, you've been too tired or busy to see family and friends during the week, or you've been postponing errands and chores til the weekend, so either way you're busy for those 2 days as well. When in the hell are we supposed to rest, recuperate and revive our weary souls? Sleep is such a beautiful thing, and yet sadly, so elusive. *sigh*

That said, I do believe Friday is the best day of the week. Yes, there is work, but it is the start of the weekend, and that takes a little of the pressure off. I guess it's also because the 2 days are still coming, and yet you can guilt-free good times.

Anyhoo... HAPPY FRIDAY/WEEKEND!

Hope it's a good one.

Ex oh ex oh

The opposite of Apartheid...

Today in my LifeLine counselling lecture, we were being taught about HIV. Although not an expert in any way, I felt quite knowledgeable with regards to this subject. As I sat there, however, I felt like I'd been caught in Middle-Eastern crossfire: constantly bombarded and beaten by facts and statistics, each one more horrific and more painful than the last. And I left with serious amounts of shrapnel embedded in my flesh.

- Approximately 35% of women attending antenatal clinics in KZN are infected with HIV.

- Although the government will prescribe ARVs from a CD4 count of 200 and below, the average CD4 count when patients begin treatment is 95.

- The percentage of global infection of HIV occurring in Sub-Saharan Africa is 80%.

- In 1992 the amount of new infections per day was less than 50. In 2009, it was approximately 1500.

The subject of HIV/AIDS overwhelms me. When I heard and read this, I really cannot see how we, as South Africans, as Africans, as human beings, are going to fix this problem. How or where do we even begin to tackle this?

AIDS might have started as a White, homosexual disease, but I think many people see it as a black disease now. How it is seen, however, is not my immediate concern. I cannot begin to fathom how we're going to educate men, especially the more rural or traditional ones. When you are told "You don't eat a banana with its peel!" how do you convince THAT man to use a condom? I feel that a lot of the HIV/AIDS education is directed at women in the hopes of empowering them...but what's the point of empowering a woman at a clinic if she's a powerless, second-rate citizen at home?

And sadly enough, it is not only good education that makes the difference. I know many private school girls and boys who firmly believe AIDS will never be something they're infected with or affected by! A clear example of how formal education can have nothing to do with real life ignorance.

One thing I do know is that HIV/AIDS does not discriminate. It does not care about your age, race, gender, financial situation. It is the opposite of Apartheid, but, dare I say it, far worse!

HELLO TUESDAY, you evil whore!

I'm beginning to hate Tuesdays even more than Mondays and that, dear children, is saying something!

Poor day, it's not it's fault, you know. It's just because Tuesday is my Weigh-in day and it fills me with such anxiety that by Monday night I have ulcer upon ulcer! I wonder, do ulcers help with weightloss? Hmmm, something to research... but I digress.

Anyhoo, so I had my weekly weigh-in this morning and I only lost 1kg. I know it's noting to turn my nose at, but I guess after last week's two and a half kilogram epic victory, I was hoping this week's result would be along similar lines. Alas!

I guess 1 kilo is a kilo in the right direction!

A LUTA still CONTINUAs
:)

Ex oh ex oh

POWA's new ad

WOW! Definitely worth the time it takes to buffer.

DANGER! GEVAAR! INGOZI!

Good grief, I'm D.R.E.A.D.I.N.G my weigh-in tomorrow morning! I thought I was being pretty well behaved, but I made the cardinal mistake of weighing myself at home and it wasn't a pleasant sight!

Pray for me!
Come 8:00am tomorrow, it's on like Pokemon!!!