*sigh* i educate you people so

this is a map of that country we were talking about earlier...umm... let me check what it was called -
Brunei Darussalam - this is a map of that place











and this is how pretty it is






Quite cool, neh?

good times

these are my two bestest buds - we've known each other for about 11 years and have been through lots- such as me sqeezing a liqui fruit over maire's (on the right) head and the scar i have from cathy (on the left) on my left hand. i love them for they are wonderful. and they get the prime space on my blog because this is the only way i know how to upload photos ;)

the internet connection was down the whole day yesterday, but this is a post i wanted to make then so i wrote it and am now cutting and pasting because it's very important to me!

i must first state that this day has been the most awesome ever and for those of you who understand the significance of this will understand why I am filled with light and happiness because OPERATION SMILE has reached a pinnacle!!! MR SMIRK PANTS SMILED no… wait for it… LAUGHED AND SMILED at something I (yes… me!) said! Actually, it took an empty room, a lot of courage and a speech full of pre prepared jokes and wisecracks and saying things that the donkey from shrek would be proud of and HE SMILED and then LAUGHED and i am amazed and proud and it’s like a high that i need every day! *sigh*

don't fret if the above paragraph made absolutely no sense to you... just bask in the fact that there are people out there who did indeed understand what i just said ;)

Anyhoo today is Vanny's 22nd birthday so i want to give a shout out to her!She is wonderful and i wish her only good hair days and great food for the rest of her life!

Life is crazy at the moment because my lack of work ethic is really kicking me in the butt. Every year I say - hmmm, i'm gonna work sooo hard this year and then, like the year before, the universe changes that plan by making so much damn good tv. Bitches. So i'm busy writing my dissertation, but i currently have no interest in what i'm doing... my passion has somehow left the building and so i'm finding it hard to buckle down.

Today's 5 capital cities (for all of you who are asking 'why the heck do i need to learn this?' here is why. because one day you might be taken hostage by an ex geography teacher who will say to you 'western scum, i shalt let you walk free if you can correctly name the capital of Brunei Darussalam *sarah scuttles off to find an atlas to see where the heck Brunei Darussalam is* and you will correctly answer the educated rebel and you will be released and walk out to the tv cameras and into the arms of your relieved family and even though you will look like a slightly depressed mine worker and smell like eggs from days of captivity in the catacoombs (is that how you spell it?), you will say 'thank you sarah'. that is why)

Antigua & Barbuda - St John's

Argentina - Buenos Aires

Armenia - Yerevan
Australia - Canberra

Austria - Vienna

the end

the drag queens kept hugging me

so on friday night we went with tommy to a gay club... well if i go right to the beginning, the evening started with intelligent conversation and indian food at keval's house where the Wits Model UN Committee met for a 'board room meeting' which was just an excuse to drink (some wine, some apple juice, LOTS of Creme Soda) and pick all the danish feta out of the salad.

we then proceeded to ramp divas - which was just fabulous, except for the music (what is UP with the doof doof stuff?) in my ignorance i thought gay clubs should play abba and the grease soundtrack... but no... it was (as shaks put it) drug music... the kind i think you can only really appreciate when you're high on something illegally potent. but we got our groove on and shaks and i looked at all the pretty gay boys prancing around (and one who MIGHT have been straight... he was as tom explained in his blog http://www.xanga.com/joburgboy, that illusive gay-straight dude... shaks and i were perplexed by him. he looked straight, he danced straight, he looked slightly put out when a boy who had just removed his shirt danced up to him and moved away. but how do you hit on a guy in a gay club? and how do you even ask 'are you gay? you don't look like you should be without insulting someone). the drag queens hugged me - for some reason the one loved me and after embracing me in her powdered and perfumed padded bosom, she chucked me on the chin and said some encouraging things. it was interesting.

Oh my pope... i'm so irritated, it's like i've all of a sudden become this fight magnet. first last weeks little banter between short men who have something to prove (ie that they're big in other ways he he he) and this Saturday we (Tom, Shaks & me) were at Sandton (again... what can i say? baglios has the BEST crepes with nuts and ice cream and chocolate sauce mmm) and some teeny boppers started beating each other up. and their friends all jumped in with some dumb ass crowd mentality and punching and yelling out expletives "your ma's a $%^&*%$" etc etc and eventually stopped when, once again, someone was led away with blood streaming down his head and a broken glass door. it's so STUPID!! grrr. it's like this one time we were at this talk by the dir general of the WTO Pascal Lamy and some stupid monkies snuck in and jumped up yelling 'no no WTO' (oooh rhyming revolutionaries. good times). they had to be lead away and stood like the apes they were, jumping up and down in the street. c'mon people, rather listen to what people have to say and then break them down intellectually. it's way less embarrassing for you.

OK- I promised Tom that i'd give a shout out to gustav... gust is tom's hot hot car who lifts me around town in his silvery assed style. he is awesome and (quote from tom) enjoys 'taking it up the chuff' with vanessa's car eugene who vanny insists isnt gay ... but we here in the ab fab life accept all life choices. maybe eugene should switch to diesel... i hear it does wonders for car libido.

OH - THOMAS IS AMAZING!! He can name every single capital of every single country in the whole entire world. it's like a party trick. shaks and i sat at work yesterday with an atlas open mouthed... so in pursuit of education, we are going to learn 5 a day, from the beginning, all of them because my party tricks so far are wriggling my ears as a show of my non-evolution and hitting my fists together so that two fingers pop out in an amazing show of agility and mind boggling magic. no. not really.

today's are
afghanistan - kabul
albania - tirana
algeria - algiers
andorra - andorra la vella
angola - luanda

anyway I have SO MUCH WORK TO DO i cant believe i just wrote a blog post, but i though i'd better put something out there for all my fans. all 5 of you.

;) xx

pictures of my nearest & dearest

today i thought i'd post some visuals to go with the monologue ;)










tommy (my 'token' gay friend... although he's much more than that because i'm not particularly PC and only hang around with awesome people or people i need something from) & me...









my little brother mike& his ex girlfriend (the only one i actually ever liked, the rest are all poppies)

this is vanessa & me... vanny has a little blue car called eugene and she listens to the beatles on the way to university and this photo was taken the other day at the zoo outside the monkey cage

who am i?

hee hee that sounds like this post is going to be all introspective when it's actually just going to be about stuff i like (like telescopes)

i am Sarah and i am a proudly proud South African citizen and i live in the wonderfully wonderful city of Johannesburg. i am now 22 - i turned another year older on 5 July- but i still tell people that i am 21 for some reason... i think it might be a latent quarter life crisis. i am studying and whilst i love it, i'm having a bit of an issue contemplating doing my masters next year. it'll be my 5th year in a row at varsity and considering i came to uni straight after school, it'll be my 17th year running at an academic institution. and it's starting to eat up my brain. and i have grey hairs. no really. i do. i pull them out.

i'm studying international relations and my main aspects of interest are counter terrorism, refugee integration, diplomacy (ie to be an ambassador and live in a foreign country and throw embassy parties!) human security and genocide prevention. i grew up wanting to be a fireman and a war photographer (at the same time... i multi task) but after realising i attract fire (my ex neighbour's house once burst into flames at 3am) and after studying media for 3 years as an undergrad and becoming disillusioned, i'm thinking of clearing landmines for the UN (yes, i am very accident prone)

i have one brother - Mike aka Stinky, Wufflet, Poodle and many other names that make him just as mad as the previous 3 ;) and a hoarde of wonderful friends who i will refer to on a regular basis for they make up a huge part of my life (many of them stick around because i pay them a salary to do so)

i love doing a lot of things, many of them not very well because my attention span is about 10 seconds. but some things i have stuck with are photography, writing, singing (loudly), watching the news (yes that makes me sound as nerdy as anything, but i lo-o-ove the news! it's exciting! But i only watch Sky News.), playing with my puppies, havng coffee and lunch with people i love and giving people nicknames - like Sunglass Tan Boy, Chewy Pen Boy, O'Hottie, Ipod Boy... etc etc... if you ever read my blog and you know me and you hink that you are one of these people please let me know because then my nicknames are obviously not as sleuthy as i'd like them to be! i LOVE theatre and all that cultural stuff but i also like girly pleb stuff where everybody has a happy ending. i love politics because i find it funny when stupid people make speeches. i love travelling... don't do it enough though.

i do a lot of things for organisations... mainly because i can't say no and because i love saying 'i'm so sorry i can't come, but i have a meeting' ...

i watch a lot of sport ... hmmm... i just got a guilty feeling that i'm talking too much about myself here (like a bad first date) and then remembered HEY this is MY blog it is about ME haha hahahahahah. I'm catholic and therefore have a lot of guilt to deal with.

that's all for now. Not because i've run out of things to say, i'm very verbose, but because i have other things that i logged onto the net to do... like research for my honours dissertation that's due in a few weeks... sigh... procrastination.

Love Sarah x

i love arb weekends!

it all started with a friday where nothing much happened because dear Vanessa is busy working like a diligent poodle and is actually doing research for her honours thesis. So i decided that without a coffee and rusk buddy to go into varsity with, varsity wasn't a good idea. So instead, i lazed at home putting music on my ipod and watching the news (ok ok... some news and a dvd) and then went to work.

*insert interesting things about work here later when you think of them*

post-work, my dearest bud Shakti, Mary & i went to a party hosted by my friend Jono(fratboy to end all fratboys) and the usual drunken babbles, fistfights and the playing of (as Shaks put it) 'doof doof white boy music' ensued. It was *ahem* interesting and ended, as all parties of the frat boy nature, when someone was taken off in an ambulance with a bleeding head. Last thing i saw was Jono stumbling around holding his face... not my favourite kind of party... but interesting nonetheless!

Saturday, Shaks and i awoke at ELEVEN! which is the latest I've ever slept in my whole life... apart from the time i went through a musical theatre stage and used to stumble in at 4 am and scare the cat with my stage makeup ... and went to work (again) with Tom the Bomb (my dear 'hot homosexual friend' - which is what he says i should tell my grandchildren he was when they look at pictures of him in years to come) and did lots of worky things - like taking photos and eating chocolate and googling things.

Sunday had the usual mix of work (how monotone.... work work work) but with the added bonus of our security guard Dave catching our very first shop lifter! It was exciting and criminal and so of course I wasn't actually IN the store when it happened, i was prancing around buying coffee... but it turns out he was a drunk guy called Loyiso (so from now on I will raise a glass to Loyiso in pubs) who shoved one of the biggest, hard cover books we have in our store (the Readers Digest collection of jokes and funny stories) under his jersey...
And post work was the usual Sunday night dinner when Tom, Shaks and i went to Sandton (Saaandton Doll!) and moaned about the lack of available men...

So while there was arbness, not much was done this weekend... and that's how i like it!

OH- before i forget, a funny thing happened on Thursday night when a bunch of us went to see "A Good Woman" (Scarlett Johannsen is one of the most irritating actresses EVER after Kirstin Dunst and Dakota Fanning) and i was the first to arrive and since we were running out of time, I stood in the ticket queue... as i got to the front, no one had arrived yet so i started letting the people behind me jump in and i said to some lady
"you can go ahead, I'm waiting for a bunch of tardy people"
and she looked at me disdainfully and muttered, "we don't call people retarded!"
and so i skulked off and hid near the escalator to escape her wrath!!

That's all for now.

It's been real.

Love Sarah

My First Post!

All of my friends have blogs! All of them! And, ok, I don't want to be a sheep and follow everyone because they are followable, so let's just all pretend that this is the first blog ever and i am the first blog ever's creator. And so therefore I rock ;) And am rich... he he... no more student lifesyle!

Anyhoo... so I am Sarah and I am late. No really. I am late. Have to go now. Will have a proper post later.

I am always late.

Bye