Armageddon has a new date: 12 July 2010

I can hear and see Innesfree Park from my office and it breaks my heart that this'll no longer be the case come Monday. Not because I'm moving office, but because the glory known as the Soccer World Cup ends on Sunday (just in case you've been living under a rock for the last few weeks).

I think the country is going to go into serious depression-mode, so to treat this, I propse that all the Muslim Imams that sing from the top of the mosques should do the right thing and give their posts up for about a week so we can transmit messages of consolation to the whole of South Africa. Maybe it'd also help if radio stations only had Psychologists on air for that week also so people who need even further help can call in and talk to a professional.

Just a thought...use it, don't use it.

Favourite song at the moment

Wise words

" The point at which climbing is the hardest is just before you summit. #perseverance. "

- Ken A Ogwang

Motivation desperately needed by yours truly, on a day like today.

Let the countdown begin!

Contestants are you ready???

In exactly 12 weeks, I will celebrate yet another birthday. After deciding last year that 25 would be my last fat birthday, I have 12 weeks to lose some more weight.

And all I want to eat is pizza and ice-cream and cheesecake and chocolate and pancakes.

But I'd settle for toast. *sigh*

But I decided today that I'm going to start eating better, so I decided I'd blog about my journey to 26 and weightloss...in the hopes that having my behaviour all over the interweb (that's Die Antwoord, by the by) would breed commitment and a sense of accountability. Riiiiiiight!

FOOD DIARY: 6 Jul. 2010
Breakfast: 2 eggs, 2 crackers, black coffee

Lunch: Soup, a naartjie.

Craving: E.R.R.R.T.H.A.N.G!

*BEEEEEEG SIGH*

Hello...Good Mor...Afternoon

This is my first blog post, and I can't think of how to write it because I don't know if people write blogs addressed to their audience, or just for themselves. What if you have no audience? Are you addressing it in the hopes that someone will stumble upon it? Or that, out of obligation, your friends will read it? It's all really a lot of pressure for something that is intended to be fun.

Anyhoo....

I guess I can only write like myself...until I've coerced and blackmailed those near and dear to me.

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Oh there's a good place to start: Why TickTock?
My grandfather, uncle and cousin all called/call me Tick-Tock. I have no idea why, but I know it started when I was very young and it just stuck. When I decided to start a blog (an hour ago), TickTock was the first name that came to mind and I now realise how appropriate it is.

At 25 years old, much of my life seems to be either dictated by or revolves around a social clock. I should have this. I should be this. I should want this.
I should
You should
He should
She should
We should
You should
They should.

Example: My friend told me that I only have 5 years to find a boyfriend, date for a considerable amount of time and get married, because a woman SHOULD be married by 30, otherwise she's like the can of beans with the raised top and the dent in the side : passed her Best-Before date, and not likely to be taken off the shelf...unless in desperate times. Well, I don't have a boyfriend, I've been single for a considerable amount of time, and said can of beans seems a lot more palatable than marriage right about now.


This blog is about my life. The issues I face. The struggles I encounter. And all in the name of the war called Life.