I was feeling extremely shitty yesterday so I didn’t put up a post; I actually thought I had gotten malaria but I’m feeling better now. Also, the heat around here was oppressive. There was no escape! It was so hot that even drinking cold water wasn’t helping. Of course with the heat comes dust because most of the roads here are just murram; my shoes can’t stay clean longer than 30 seconds.:(

I just came to the end of the longest relationship (of the romantic kind) I’ve had so far. I could never claim to be experienced in relationships; I mean this was only the third serious relationship I had ever been in. It lasted exactly six months, one week and two days. Wow! That’s a long time for someone my age.

There’s a lot that I had wanted to write about while in the relationship but I felt it would better for it to end before I could start putting them online. While my girlfriend never knew of my blog, I felt it would be disrespectful to the relationship to put such things in the public domain.

Hey everyone!! Miss me much? A little then? No? How’s the first month of the year coming along for you? I trust that the year is coming along well. My holiday is over and I’m back on campus. The place is as dusty as fuck so my allergies are attacking up otherwise I’m feeling extremely good about this semester and everything I’ll be doing during it. Oh and I just came out of my longest relationship yet, it lasted 6months, 1 week and 2 days, and I’m feeling quite relieved. More on that in other posts.

I’m at Java with a couple of my girlfriends and one’s just told me that dudes like chics with small hands. Why? Because it makes our dicks look bigger when she’s holding it.. :-D

I don’t know, I’m just greatful I managed to get her to put her hands there.;) Peace!!

Again I skipped a day. Not good. I’m actually forcing myself to sit down and write something before another day gets away from me. The excuse this time is that I got home really late yesterday and was exhausted!! I spent the whole day with my mum at a funeral service. I didn’t know the guy who was being buried personally but I had meet him before. He died in a car crash.

I didn’t put up a post yesterday, and I apologise for that, I’ll try put up two posts today to make up for it, but no promises. So yesterday I was watching Penguins of Madagascar with my baby sis, an excellent animation for all ages, and when I left her there then went to take a shower I suddenly recalled an episode about a wishing well that would grant anyone who threw in a coin a wish. I thought to myself how come that such things never go the way the penguins want? In this particular episode the whole zoo discovered about the wishing well and then things just went wrong from there. Of course in the end things got back to normal at the end of the episode. I then reminded myself that it was just a cartoon and wasn’t really but in that moment I felt what I was thinking was real.

So it’s about 10.30 in the morning and I’m only just sitting up in bed to write this quick post. The first I usually do when I wake up in the morning is grab my phone and check what’s up online, you know twitter, fb and my blog feeds. I usually do this from underneath the bed covers especially on a day like today when I’m not really in a rush to go anywhere.

I didn’t put up a post yesterday, I was lazy and it was Sabbath, so I guess I can say it was a resting day but I’m back today. I don’t know what I’m going to write about because I’m totally blank. Today we were travelling from our country house (shags) and back to the city house for a few days. I, however, will be staying on to spend some time with my mum and my friends.

I figured out what today’s post will be about. My childhood superstitions!!! I lived in Zambia for most of my early childhood, 10 years to be exact so these are mostly from there. Recently I was about to about to go under a hanging cable and a thought came to my head, “DON’T DO THAT!! You’ll never grow you’ll if you do!!” I was shocked and amused that I would still have such thoughts at my age. I used to believe this so very vehemently when I was a child (I still am a child but then I was like 8 or younger). The superstition was that if you went under something you stopped growing from then on.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog you should already know that my parents split about 5 years ago. I don’t really want to get in to the details of what happened and how I felt in this post. But I do want to talk about something that was a result of that separation: my step mother.

I met her first while in boring school and my dad came to visit me with her. I remember wondering who she was and what she was doing with my dad but I was afraid to ask because I feared to find out the answer(I was, still am, afraid of my father and I didn’t want to know that my parents were over). While I mauled (Is this correctly used?) over it latter during evening preps I wondered if it was he clande/mistress.*Anyone else feels that it was a really unfair that he never explain her and just brought her to my school where I couldn’t protest?*