Try uhmmmmmmm.... ORIGINALITY maybe? (Must I explain the big word?)

Quick Tip: Display originality in making important decisions in life eg. naming you firstborn child *rolling my eyes* 

Anyhoo... We are all different people with different takes on things and life. And it is good and right that tastes and opinions differ, i mean, how boring would life be if we all thought and did things the same way. People have been grilled in public, ridiculed and called crazy for being different for yonks and still we are an intolerant society. If you choose to dress differently, listen to other kinds of music, have an actual opinion you can rightfully claim your own, do things your own way, you are called crazy, nie lekker in die kop nie, you get asked kak questions like :"is jy lekker hier bo?" Now it is only right and just that when confronted with a kak question you must take a deep breath..... and give a kak answer. If I'm in a forgiving mood I may just glaze the shit over.

So on that shitty note, remember kids: Be your own person, do your own thing and if Monkeys don't like it it's their problemo, not yours! Going with the flow is the easy way, going against it may be a tad more difficult, with all that ish coming downstream hitting you in the face and whatnot. But at least you are your own person: Remember when you get up there where we're all going sometime or another, you will have to staan jou man for your actions: not someone elses..."But everybody else was doing it!" may have you having to step to the left when you really, really really really, don't want to.

xxxxx 

Let's all make mistakes

...And maybe we'll turn out to be better people. If we take some wrong turns, think out of the box, get into the wrong box,break somebody's boom box, we might get to learn some things about ourselves. Things that can be life altering, things that can inspire us to become the best versions of ourselves we can be. 

When faced with challenges, human beings tend to turn to the familiar. There's nothing wrong with that, it's part of our survival instinct. We exit the womb and for the rest of our lives, we live with a constent longing to go back to that  warm, nurturing place, where all was calm and well. The problem, however, arises when the familiar is notsogood.Just because it's familiar, doesn't mean it's good!

So, in order to grow and become well rounded, interesting human beings we have to break moulds, jump some boxes and remember that we owe it to ourselves to be the best human beings we can possibly be.

Muchos Luvos

Pollyvilla Le Skive*** 

Leave comments askeblieftog  man! Laat ek darm kan weet of ek op die regte pad is en whatwhat :)

Why am I here?!

Why am I in the office today? Because I'm Ms. Le Skive and I have to Polyvilla away, of course! It's a beautiful day outside with the potential to become Windhoek drenched, yet here I am slaving away under flourescent lights. Sigh. At least my cherry red nails are here to cheer me up whenever I want do descent into a blue pit of darkness.

What a weekend! I attended a funeral and a wedding. The wedding was romantic, soppy and delightful as weddings are, but the funeral really hit a nerve. I don't like attending funerals beacause they always remind me of the slightness of life. How quickly everything can change, be taken away. In an instant life can throw you into a tailspin and sometimes it's like we're subjected to a range of tests to make sure that you're an okay human being. I dont think I fare too well in these- I almost always lose my temper, become impatient, curse and generally just transform into a crazy ball when faced with situations where grace and composure are demanded.

I have to get back to slaving away, I apologize for all the typo's and spelling mistakes in the last post. Forgive me.

Lots of love, enjoy Human Rights day and remember that with all rights come responsibilities! Be as good as you want, mwah!!**

Strops are back!

Even thoug I've been working insanely hard, I've discovered many interesting things via the internet in the last couple of days.High heeled Strops, for example. Yup, the same ol strops your Dad and Grampa used to wear on fishing trips, hikes through rivers and basically anywhere you needed to wear shoes and needed to walk through water at the same time. My sister and I had to destroy our Dad's pair to get him to stop wearing it to the store and just about anywhere else. Anyhoot. You may think that they are horribly ugly but to my surprise they turned out to be... Beautiful! No really! These people have managed to take something dated and downright ugly and turn into a stunning, wearable work of art. (Much like Jesus. He'll take your sorry ass and turn you into something glorious. If you let Him.)

Living a Facebookless, disconnected life has been challenging. I've updated my browser, which means that I know get to zoop through the internet at blinding speeds, which in turn means fast Facebook chat which i cannot even use. It's sad but now I'm more connected with the people around me at that moment and that really beats being around people who aren't, you know, really around. Style blogs and Vogue's websites (my favourite is Vogue India, I'm still going to look at Vogue Russia, I think it's going to be a new favourite). So I think you can see that taking FB away from myself has turned out to be an increasingly rewarding experience. I don't think I'm even going to go back to being on FB everyday... I think!

This blogpost took me 2 hour to write so let me get back to work and you have yourself a fantastic weekend now!

To hate or not to hate

Heloo there, happy Monday!

I'm not having one, probably so you can. Argh I hate insecure people. They are always projecting their negative energy onto other people and if you're foolish enough to linger around them, you will be affected. They should just lie to themselves about their greatness and maybe, just maybe they'll become likeable members of society.

I really try to be a nice person, especially because it's lent and all, I try to "have a heart like Jesus" but it's not working. At all. I'm increasingly morbid and angry... Possibly it's because of the lack of Facebook in my life although I refuse to believe or accept that. Surely I'm not that shallow? It's been 5 days since I've actually used FB but the Devil has thrown some beautiful opportunities to log on and check contact details. I gave in, I felt guilty, I prayed and I'm assuming that I've been forgiven... I really felt very bad about it, hopefully that will count in my favour?

Eager Beaver is a test sent from Heaven, I'm sure. He tests my patience and good humour, assults my eyesight (checks and checks can work, if done by creative visionaries) on a daily basis and manages to maak my moer suur every minute on the minute. I have to go before he decides to peek over my shoulder again. He really, physically does it. It's gross and downright rude, don't you think?

Polyvilla has to leave the office to attend a site meeting. I'm going to have to wear a hard hat. A white one. At least it goes with my shoes. Can't say I'm looking forward to that. I am, however looking forward to Hot Cross Buns later on today, that always makes my day!

Lots of love, Ms Le Skive**

Just. Don't.

Hey Applemonkies!

As soon as I figure out how to add a countdown thingy, I'll put one up on the profile, so you can see how many days I've been without Facebook. Today is day two and I'm still okay with it (or rather, without it) even though I'm starting to miss the convenience of it... Why is it that you reach people faster via Facebook than e-mail? It truly boggles my mind. Jealousy, resentment and withdrawl havn't set in yet but it's early days so we'll see what little monsters will be coming to the party as the days go by.

I havn't worked in a lot of office environments but I'm pretty sure that in each and every office, in every part of the world, there's the one person who will henceforth be referred to as the "Eager Beaver". They run around with willing, corny smiles on their faces, just waiting for the boss to acknowledge them and their eagerness. Give Eager Beaver some power and responsibility and you will see general bouts of rage and tight lipped staff around the building. Lots of swearing and general fuck you stares will replace well being and cheerfulness. I almost laminated Eager Beaver's fingers this morning. He wanted to check "if I could use the machine correctly". After I've been using it with no incident for almost two weeks. Two weeks. A laminator thingamajig. It's not rocket science. I've resorted to GET THE EFF OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE stares and they're working sofar. But who knows with these beavers? They have no boundaries.

I'm looking forward to getting some rest and going to church this weekend. I won't be able to do any shopping as I'm flat out broke so a homebound weekend it is. I'm not complaining, I feel weird, like I'm on the verge of a cold, but not quite there yet. I can't get sick now, I have too many things I have to do! On the up side though, maybe I'll get to pass the cold to Eager Beaver!(sies, I shouldn't be mean, I know, I know)

Anyhoot, I've got to go get some work done. Have a glorious weekend and be happy!

The Devil Wears Chino's

Happy Thursday Applemonkeys!

I'm sitting here in my office (read: ice box) waiting for another load of work to be hauled my way. Around here intense periods of sweat and stress and nervous breakdowns get delivered in random loads and when it's deliverd there's no time to eat, smile or go to the loo. But who needs to go to the loo when you get to pee through your eyes on a regular basis? Nobody minds tears around here, probably because they think it's sweat  rolling down your face!

Organising a festival of this magnitude is no festival, believe me.Meticulous planning and organising is required as well as a very well preserved paper trail. And when that paper trail gets compromised it's like the world comes to a halt, shakes, swivels a few times and calm is only returned when said paper trail is in perfect condition once again. I love working here, altough my official job description is only valid on paper and not around here. That's why my office door says Le Skive.

I've decided to start this blog because I've given up Facebook for Lent. That's 40 days and 40 nights. I'm sure I'll make it just fine *cough cough* and if this doesn't get me fired, it'll be a good way to vent, share, discuss and illuminate. I think. I've often wondered why we have the need to share, be heard and discuss. Now I'm joining the conversation and i'm hoping that you'll enjoy reading my thoughts.

Why does the Devil Wear Chino's? Because evil resides in ordinary, everyday sitautions, decisions and people and it's up to us to make sure that good always wins and that sunshine is never put out by darkness, no matter how insignificant the shadow may seem.

Stay good, keep well and have a blessed week everybody!