Life

It’s all about the choices we make, the chances we take .. And the people we don’t break

People fight so hard to gain freedom, freedom to make their own choices , to follow paths not set out for them but they do not know the consequences of choice. They do not realize that our paths have already been predetermined and perhaps not by some higher deity but by our actions,our words our very sense of being

What is the sense of self , one can ask?
Only you will know, another can reply.

As people, we know, no-one better than we know ourselves.
Best friends , partners, lovers, siblings, family members …
They are all an extension of ourselves

They know us but they can never truly KNOW us as we know ourselves.
We doubt ourselves , we question , we rationalize to such extents that we are left feeling raw and vulnerable. We are left with question upon question, seeking solace in someone other than ourselves, hoping they can identify the person within us. The real being inside.

What if?, one always asks when an opportunity arises
You will never know unless you take the chance, another can say

As people know, there are once in a lifetime opportunities that life tends to hand us on a silver platter. I suppose it’s an “I’m sorry” of sorts from life.
However some refuse to take the chance
Be it on life itself, love and other things.

Our pessimistic viewpoint tells us that it won’t work out, subduing the little optimistic voice inside us that whispers “What If?”, so quietly it might not have been heard, except for the faint quickening of your heartbeat that for a millisecond, the imagined the possibilities

The possibilities are as limitless as the universe, it’s all about the choices we make.

We cannot traverse through this crazy ride we call life without breaking people along the way. Failed relationships , complications, trysts, feuds with family or now ex friends. However there are the few that remain who we don’t break. Who are either similar in mannerisms to us, or who suck it up to be around us. There are the best friends, the family who never exactly had a choice, the crushes and those that just accept you for who you are.

What makes a person break, one can ask one self?
The same things that could break you, another could answer.

We are all wired so differently it’s amazing we are compatible with one another. The mind set of some lead me to believe that there may not be hope left for generations to come, that too many will be cynically hardened by life and will refuse to take that once in a lifetime chance , based on one experience when they have a lifetime to create better memories if it had to fail.

As people who have been broken, and have in turn broken others. We know what to expect so we either shut any form of emotion out of our lives or we keep trying ever so desperately to find the right person, both causing a destruction of self that we can never really recover from.

Why do we do this? Is it a form of protection? Why not take the chance and see what happens?

As people who have been broken, and have in turn broken others. We need to be aware of not only the destruction of self but the duality of self. The duality of self is one that cannot be denied or repressed. Life requires balance. A ying to its counterpart of yang, good to bad , right to wrong.

You end up repressing half of your being based on an unpleasant experience. You should be rational enough to know that by repressing yourself, you would be killing yourself. Not only killing yourself but closing yourself off to new experiences and memories which would be detrimental to your spirit.

Live life. Breathe. Make mistakes. Learn. Take a chance. Be happy.

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I’m well aware of my own duality and it’s not something I bother fighting because fighting what I am serves no purpose. All it does is slow me down. I’ve learnt to take care with my choices , take chances on people and things, how to break and how to handle being broken, without repressing the saint and sinner within.

Radio 101

So like I’ve mentioned before, I’ve joined my university radio station
I’m super happy about that.
(Especially when I consider I paid the fees myself – big achievement for someone who never had a job since starting university last year)
I absolutely love learning about the various aspects of life at a radio station, especially considering the fact it’s NOT JUST a radio station, but it’s a community radio station.
It’s a student funded, nonprofit the whole shebang type of thing.
Kinda makes it seem more worthwhile if I suppose, it feels like I’m apart of something new and I like that feeling.

I as a member of the production team am currently learning how to use Logic Pro software to make and produce Jingles etc for the station (As companies pay us for those adverts and that’s how we keep our station running … or something along those lines, I was more interested in learning how to use the desk (without breaking anything), Zoom, Select Tools, Mark, EQ, Fade and some other stuff )

As a member of the Marketing Team
We’re in charge of branding, events and PR (In retrospect we haven’t done much yet for that but we are getting there).
So far we’ve had to come up with ideas for our first annual meeting thingy (yes, I called it a thingy), which will be later today and I’m proud to say (as I’ve mentioned before) I’ve managed to come up with quite a few ideas, ranging from a Holi Fest of sorts, to a beach take over, to a formal ( prom for uni peeps)

And we are told we are welcome to come in at anytime and chill because its a chilled friendly place

BUT

Honestly, at first I felt like a total interloper, a normal person amongst the crazy antics of the radio station.
Then I realized that all I was doing was hiding my inner retard because it was a new environment ( I tend to do that)
Besides:
Normality is overrated :)

Here is THE Resonance aka Q (some radio joke of sorts)
She’s the music manager ( listening to and approving whether or not music is kiff enough to be played, organizing interviews with kiff peeps etc etc etc )

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And now ..
Now shit seems okay but I suppose I’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I can get this shit to work for me and who knows what’ll happen?

I could be the female version of Charlie sheen in “Two and a half Men” ( I want to be rich like him, not a substance absuing whore )

( here is where the MONEY MONEY MONAAAAAY jingle comes in )

Xoxo
Mishy

Little Blue Dress Day

Oh oh oh!!

So , I actually thought of something mildly amusing – to me at least – to write about

First and foremost

I decided I wanted to have a “pretty” day so I did the little blue and white layer polka dot dress thing ( I’ll show you a pic from when I went out a few weeks ago .. It’s that dress) with matching blue sequined shoes and dangly blue earrings , make up and hair done just right etc etc

So there I am, all dolled up at 6.40am on campus ( I get there early for parking, I like parking on residence road) and I decided to have my morning mocha with 3 sugars, I buy my mocha and head outside to sit at my usual table and I place my stuff down on the table .. Lift my mocha cup up to drink .. And

WHAM!
BAM!
THANK YOU MA’AM !

Mocha spills all over my dress ( stupid fecking lid)

My first thought is ” FUUUCK! The ONE day I don’t have a change of clothing in my car boot”

I rush to the bathroom and STRIP

Shove my dress under the water and rinse it.
So there I am, in my underwear and hot pants, rinsing my mocha covered dress off and I realize that I’ll need to use the hand dryer to dry my dress… And I do

But then I also realize, that the hand dryer is right by the bloody door, so I put my jacket on ( thankfully I wore a 3/4 length blue coat – protection against the wind and shizz) and I’m standing there like a total hooker, drying my dress.

Remembering that my friend stays in res ( well, she used to, I found out afterwards she’s living elsewhere now) I try calling her, but it’s just my bloody luck that I can’t get signal in the bathroom ..

So what do I do?

I stand in the bloody passage, holding my dress in my hand with my coat covering the bare minimum ( no pun intended ) , again , it’s like the world was conspiring against me there’s this guy by the lift, staring at me as I’m trying to contact my friend.

Finally I manage to get my dress dry enough to pull it back on and I call another friend in a panic, asking him where the fuck he is.

The minute he rocks up, I explain what happened and rush back to attempt drying my dress some more.

Dress gets dry ( but I’m smelling like mocha ) and the rest of the day continues as normal

But, I’m not exactly ugly ( yes, I’ll admit that much )

So there I am, loud ( as usual) and flouncy ( which went along well with the dress – if I do say so myself)
And I happen to see a guy I’ve thought is SUUUUPER adorable for awhile now, and he smiles at me , and for some reason, my extroverted self seems to shut down and I look down with a smile ( and probably a blush) , all of a sudden super shy :/

And then he nearly face plants …

And I can myself laughing x_x

A little later, some guy comes up to me and hands me a little piece of paper with a phone number on it ,now having been the person who had to deliver a number before I understood his awkwardness and inability to speak clearly but c’mon!!!??!

All I heard was something about a guy in a grey shirt before he awkwardly took his leave.

And being me, and SUUUUPER curious I’m dying to know who this person is.
I’ve messaged him, but now I’m awaiting this strangers response ( keeping my fingers crossed that its the cute guy who nearly face planted )

Well, atleast something good ( hopefully ) came out of the day.
Aside from the mocha fiasco , it was a good day

So there
That was my day in a nutshell :)

And this is the dress I’m talking about:

This is myself and Nuky in the photo – that night we discovered my limit In terms of shots x_x)

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This is Stev, myself and Nuky – Stev was instrumental in helping Nuky discover my limit XD

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Xoxo
Mishy

I’m ALIVE!! ( I swear)

On the radio

Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted , yet again, I’m sorry but student life’s is tougher than I thought

Like seriously
I’m BARTENDERING( not saying its a bad job or anything but c’mon, my dad doesn’t even know I’m Bartendering , I told him I’m serving people food – in my defense , most people believe alcohol is a food anyway ) to get money ( which is ironic cause I really can’t hold my liquor )
I was so broke, I couldn’t afford a 20c staple to staple my French assignment together.

So, I’ve joined my campus radio station, and we’re going through the training section and stuff.
We need to each join one on air and one off air portfolio and if we survive ( attend all training sessions, put in our 20hours of training time etc ) we MIGHT be put on air.

My on air portfolio choice was ( well obviously )
Production :)
I’m hoping to be able to present a show one of these days so wish me luck for that

My off air portfolio will be
Marketing and events :)
( which I think was a good choice, because we had to come up with an idea for our stations first get together thing and I swear, ideas kept popping up like pimples on a pre-teen)

Well, hopefully I’ll be able to let you know more details soon.
This was just a little post to show I’m still alive (and so is my blog – even if the posts are lame)

Much love
Mish

( oh, if you have any questions, feel free to ask :) )

Just a lil rage in the month of love

I’m sorry! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been meaning to post ASAP ! But a lot has happened the past month or so ( my birthday, the Swedish house mafia concert, starting uni again etc )

but for now..
I feel I need to rant just a little first.. ( before I kill an unsuspecting – well, im sure he expects it now- idiot )

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And here’s why ..
Ps: this is the same idiot from the boys will be boys post.


2/15/2013 20:07: Nightshadehunter: Nice pic btw
2/15/2013 21:05: The Idiot: Thanks, can’t talk now. Sorry :) .
2/17/2013 20:43: The Idiot: I wanna kiss you.
2/17/2013 20:50: Nightshadehunter: How drunk are you?
2/17/2013 20:51: Nightshadehunter: We barely speak the past week or so
2/17/2013 20:51: Nightshadehunter: And now this?
2/17/2013 20:54: The Idiot: That hurts, and I’m not drunk.
2/17/2013 20:54: Nightshadehunter: Uhm so why do you want to kiss me now all of a sudden?
2/17/2013 20:56: The Idiot: So I’m not allowed to want to kiss you?
2/17/2013 21:09: Nightshadehunter: No.. Cause when I admitted to you ( after your 21st if I might not add – which was a few weeks ago ) that I my only regret was NOT kissing you, you told me it was for the best
2/17/2013 21:10: Nightshadehunter: Because you liked someone else and shit with me would be too complicated
2/17/2013 21:10: Nightshadehunter: Based on a fact you never thought to enlighten me on ( your fears ) whatever. FINE
2/17/2013 21:10: Nightshadehunter: Then
2/17/2013 21:11: Nightshadehunter: When I attempted normal friendly banter afterwards you shut me out?
2/17/2013 21:11: The Idiot: Done?
2/17/2013 21:12: Nightshadehunter: Mildly irked
2/17/2013 21:12: Nightshadehunter: But done
2/17/2013 21:13: The Idiot: Lol okay firstly I’m sorry if you feel I’ve been ignoring you but when you message me it is at awkward times.
2/17/2013 21:13: The Idiot: Secondly I lied about liking another girl I did still like you but I had to tell you something to turn you off.
2/17/2013 21:15: The Idiot: Finally when I said “I wanna kiss you” it was based on a dare from a friend.
2/17/2013 21:15: The Idiot: Which was insensitive so I apologize.
2/17/2013 21:15: The Idiot: I am sorry.
2/17/2013 21:16: Nightshadehunter: You said that based on a dare
2/17/2013 21:16: The Idiot: Pretty much.
2/17/2013 21:17: Nightshadehunter: So after basically fucking begging me to date you for a few months last year. I relent and admit to liking you and you felt the need to “turn me off” ?
2/17/2013 21:18: Nightshadehunter: :) okay then “

Just note exactly how many days later the ass responds, and the first thing he says is ” I wanna kiss you”

Really now? What does this fool take me for?
Do I not have feelings?
Should my emotions not be respected after he TOLD me there was someone else and I had enough faith in him to believe him and I left shit be?

All I’d love to do right now is chuck a brick or something at his head.

Ooh I just got his reasoning for not wanting to date me.
While on our date I mentioned that my dad had a gun, and that freaked the poor soul out apparently.
However, a different guy came to my house on a Sunday ( which happens to be a day where the family tends to congregate at my home ) to take me to the cinema, he met not only my dad and most of my family but was told by my father that my father would kill him if he touched me. He still asked me out again after that.

The idiot , only met my mother and she was moderately well behaved ( considering she is an irrepressible joker and doesn’t know when to draw the line – my dad was in china )

Honestly I can only hope, that the BOYS who act this way, will one day have daughters, and I can only hope that no ass does to their daughters, what they were willing to do to other girls when they were young.

I also KNOW there are girls out there who do the exact same to guys ( and yes, I’d love to chuck a brick or something at them too ), and I can only hope their sons aren’t toyed about with in the same manner simply because no one deserves to be toyed with.

Although it’s a different story once you involve kin now isn’t it ?
Once you involve a loved one ?
Someone you care about …
Like a younger sister or brother…
Like a cousin…
Like a best friend…

Think about it
Remember it
And then remember to think before you toy with someone else’s feelings

Looking Back

Despite my romantic ups and downs of the year 2012, I realized and recalled today that my ex had sent me something in a variety of languages while drunk one night. Having only remembered it now I translated it ( google etc because I’m not THAT good at translation just yet – especially it with Greek etc )

Σας έχω αγαπήσει κάθε μέρα
(I’ve loved everyday)

אני אוהב אותך עד סוף

(I love you until the end )

sin conturbantes cor meum
(If you break my heart )

私はあなたを許すことは決してありません
(I will never forgive you)

I’m not sure how to feel about it to be honest , in hindsight it was sweet while we were dating but now it feels like I’ll always have this over me, I thought I had made peace with the past and maybe I should just forget this but I’m not sure if I can. Do I really need his forgiveness? Or is my own self worth , worth more?

I also feel like I shouldn’t be asking for forgiveness for something I had no control over, he was given a choice and he made it, and I’m okay with that but sometimes it feels like I have unfinished business. I’m not one to walk away when a problem should be resolved but I feel in a situation as volatile as this, I should .

I’m a confrontational person and I don’t like to hide when I feel I can sort it out but I have also moved on with my life and I can only hope he has as well.

2012 was an educational experience for me in terms of varying “relationships” and it made me realize it IS okay if a guy walks away, it hurts but you learn. I realized that nothing has to last forever and sometimes the shorter the better. I realized I’m not as plain as I always thought I was and it’s given me more of a confidence boost as I now believe in my femininity regardless of my tomboyish ways.

I realized exactly how complex I am and I’m not sure most guys would ever be able to comprehend AND appreciate that fact.

I’m as “unique” as every other individual on this earth, perfect in being perfectly flawed and perfectly crazy ( at times – who am I kidding, all the time).

It’s all about balance and maybe one day I’ll achieve that PERFECT balance, for both the saint and sinner inside of me.

Boys will be boys

So the other day I attended the 21st celebrations of a university friend, and honestly it was an amazing night. I saw a different side to a guy that I at first Was determined not to like ( simply because he was persistently pesky -but in a fun way- also there was the issue with the asswipe from the previous posts)

Eventually I went on a date to Kirstenbosch Gardens with this guy, determined to give him a chance ( new year, new beginnings and all that) and I found myself liking him a little more.

The 21st was a bit of a nightmare at first, the decorations were perfectly classy and slightly quirky ( which is just how he is – it was a black and white themed evening , in true Sir style) and the venue was a dream but not being the friendliest person at times and knowing only the birthday boy himself ( and the classmate who introduced us) I felt like I’d gone off the deep end.

Throughout the night I made some new friends, as well as befriending his equally as persistent cousin who seemed determined to get us ( birthday boy and myself) together. Fed up , slightly exasperated and quite embarrassed ( I AM a little shy you see) I asked why me? Wasn’t there another girl who he wasn’t related to? And she replied that’s got nothing to do with it,you’re the prettiest one here.

I think at that moment I might’ve died on the spot ( had dying at a compliment not been even more embarrassing) , I mean I know I brush up well but I didn’t know I did it THAT well, I found myself considering what she and his other friend were saying ( the other friend mentioned how the birthday boy only invited a select few people to his celebrations etc etc)

As mentioned before at the 21st I saw a different side to him; a humorous , witty, slightly sarcastic side I found myself liking.

The following day ( today) when I mentioned to him my only regret was not kissing him… After a drawn out process where I demanded answers and he answered he replied,

“We’re good as just friends so let’s not complicate it. Plus I have feelings for someone else.”

Excuse me? So why ask me out?

Because it was only a mild crush a week ago and he had thought nothing of it.

The bitch in me, doesn’t care .
She’s simply annoyed that he wasted her time,
But the girl, she’s unsure of how to feel.

I mean you finally start to feel something for someone, genuine feelings and you get shot down when you express a desire to try.

I guess when a guy gets what he wants; be it a date, a kiss or even sex.
He doesn’t feel the need to care anymore. It really is more about the thrill of the chase than anything else. I say this because in that same week ago he developed this mild crush on an unknown girl, he was still explaining to me why we’d make an okay if not good couple.

All I can say?
There are about 360 days left to this year,
Things might not have worked out with this guy but maybe it’ll work out with the next guy brave enough to try.


Boys will be boys, but a real man won’t waste a woman’s time.