movies, passports and a brush with danger

love love love this movie! please everyone go and see it!

wow its been so long since i blogged, life and lack of tecnological access has rendered me inept for the last few weeks.

the passport saga continues - it turns out that after submitting my second batch of fingerprints and more photos, that nobody is sure where the heck my passport forms are. the people at headoffice claim they haven't seen hide nor hair of it and the people at the edenvale office claim the people at headoffice are being lazy. they, the edenvale people, then suggested that i come in and do some more fingerprints and bring some more photos and they will give me, out the of the goodness of their government owned hearts, a free temporary one! problem is, the japanese embassy won't use temporary ones... so hold thumbs, oh internet people! i still have some time before hectic panic ensues. what have a i learnt from this experience? i am a statistic! yessiree if it goes wrong, i'm your girl! luckily its funny and i thrive off stress.

exciting story of the week : on friday i was babysitting the little cousins and, after a 'fun' day of baking cupcakes with a zillion of their friends, we went to sleep. a little while later, i awoke to shouting and sirens and all the usual exciting noises that make for one hell of a scare. i decided not to get out of bed and investigate but clutched my phone to my chest ready to call for help. a little while later i, being brave and alert and all that csi stuff, fell asleep again. in the morning, my aunt regaled us with this tale STRAIGHT out of desperate housewives i tell you :

the neighbour was sitting at home with her boyfriend minding her own business when her, obviously crazy ex, came along and doused the boyfriends relatively new bmw sports car with petrol and set it alight. the neighbour from the other side then drove past in his brand new car (he literally had bought it that day) which happened to be exactly the same make as the crazed ex boyfriends car and, noticing the large burning thing, hooted to get everyone out the house. the boyfriend, running out, taking in his burnt crisp of a vehicle and seeing what he presumed to be the ex boyfriend trying to get away, picked up a huge rock (not kidding, i saw this thing! it was a flipping boulder!) and chucked it at the other neighbours car, smashing the back window and denting the back. the police and forensics were called and the road was blocked off!

exciting things happen when i choose to sleep!

i may not exist within the state

it's bad enough that the university system has lost me twice this year and made me feel half like a ghost that has no identity and half like i am free to engage in minor criminal activities. when i went to go and collect my new passport (the old one had reached its date of non existance) and my new id (the old one had a photo that didn't resemble me in the slightest much like Luke's drivers licence where he looks like a suicide bomber) which i had applied for on the 8 DECEMBER 2006, i was told that the fingerprinting identification system could not identify me and i was required to submit a whole new set of fingerprints and hope and pray that i get my passport... sometime... and thus, like many a south african native before me, i am going to say that i, without a doubt, truly hate the department of home affairs. they can bite me.

happy easter!

yayayayay!

japan is a-go! and i will now purchase the 'teach yourself japanese' thingy from work so that when i ask 'when is the next train coming in?' i won't accidentally say 'wow i like leeks and your hot wife'

yay!