... These guys are hella talented!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Love is...
Some of my favourite Spring things.
(i would love to wear that ring as [one of] my engagement rings)
Images courtesy of inthefashionloop.com
(i would love to wear that ring as [one of] my engagement rings)
Shout-out to seesta
My friend and "Seesta" Ntokozo Kunene's collection at Elle's New Talent show was beautiful. So proud!
"We loved the punchy pop art colouration and self designed prints in Ntokozo’s range- But the cherry on the top was this awesome winged shirt! Well Done Ntokozo!"
Image courtesy of ifashion Words courtesy of inthefashionloop.com
This dance we call life
My friend has cancer.
My friend was diagnosed with Testicular Cancer about 2 months ago. He is a happy-go-lucky, feisty, adorable person, with a sense of humour that tangos with mine: sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment. We haven't been friends for that long, but it feels like one of those friendships where time is insignificant. I love him as much now as I would have had I met him 10 years ago. And now he's sick.
It still doesn't ever really enter into my conscious thought that he might not kick cancer's proverbial ass, but I notice more and more how cancer slowly creeps into my consciousness. I can no longer watch shows or movies in which people have cancer. Just the mention of cancer makes me uncomfortable. I catch myself thinking about him and his cancer all the time.
I realise I wold do anything in my power to take his cancer away. To stop his twin from hurting. To stop his family and friends from the pain they're experiencing. But mostly, I would do anything to not have to lose another friend.
We seem to be at the age where, as my friend Q so elegantly put it at his birthday: "In 6 months time, some of us might not be here." He was not referring to fights that lead to break-ups, but rather, death. I don't know why - maybe old age is making me senile - but I constantly have death on my mind. Waking up some mornings wondering if my loved ones and I will make it through the day. It's such a morbid way to think, and I would give anything to have a carpe diem attitude, I just don't seem to have it in me anymore. Life has shown me otherwise.
This unhealthy pessimism aside, it still doesn't ever enter into my thought that he might not kick cancer's proverbial ass. What I know for sure is that my happy-go-lucky, feisty, adorable friend, with a sense of humour that tangos with mine, will survive this awful disease. He will be ok. And he will go on to lead the most extraordinary life, because even if it's ordinary and he goes on to marry and have a 2.5 children and a dog, it will be extraordinary because he survived cancer.
He is twenty-four years old.
My heart is broken.
My friend was diagnosed with Testicular Cancer about 2 months ago. He is a happy-go-lucky, feisty, adorable person, with a sense of humour that tangos with mine: sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment. We haven't been friends for that long, but it feels like one of those friendships where time is insignificant. I love him as much now as I would have had I met him 10 years ago. And now he's sick.
It still doesn't ever really enter into my conscious thought that he might not kick cancer's proverbial ass, but I notice more and more how cancer slowly creeps into my consciousness. I can no longer watch shows or movies in which people have cancer. Just the mention of cancer makes me uncomfortable. I catch myself thinking about him and his cancer all the time.
I realise I wold do anything in my power to take his cancer away. To stop his twin from hurting. To stop his family and friends from the pain they're experiencing. But mostly, I would do anything to not have to lose another friend.
We seem to be at the age where, as my friend Q so elegantly put it at his birthday: "In 6 months time, some of us might not be here." He was not referring to fights that lead to break-ups, but rather, death. I don't know why - maybe old age is making me senile - but I constantly have death on my mind. Waking up some mornings wondering if my loved ones and I will make it through the day. It's such a morbid way to think, and I would give anything to have a carpe diem attitude, I just don't seem to have it in me anymore. Life has shown me otherwise.
This unhealthy pessimism aside, it still doesn't ever enter into my thought that he might not kick cancer's proverbial ass. What I know for sure is that my happy-go-lucky, feisty, adorable friend, with a sense of humour that tangos with mine, will survive this awful disease. He will be ok. And he will go on to lead the most extraordinary life, because even if it's ordinary and he goes on to marry and have a 2.5 children and a dog, it will be extraordinary because he survived cancer.
More AWESOME SA Music
I am amazed and in awe of the music coming out of South Africa right now. There is so much talent and diversity creeping out of the woodwork, it's hard not to be proudly and loudly (while blasting the music) South African. These are just a few of the songs that get my booty hopping (well, sorta).
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