Life is full of disappointments, challenges, and a lot of sadness. Yet, in these times, this is where we see the value of true friends. Each have their own way of cheering you up. A different flavour of advice, support. from each of them.
Friends who check in at different times of day and night, to say "hello", make conversation, to just see if i am alright. Each one has a unique kind of awesomeness!
As we go through the challenges of life, we are sometimes too absorbed in our own crisis, that we overlook the amazing love and support of every single friend.
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Saturday, September 14, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Coffee
Many things have been said for, and against, coffee. With or without milk, with or without sugar. Cappuccinos, Lattes, Espresso, or just plain black.
There's comfort in a coffee. That first sip of nectar in the morning, that sort of kick starts your day. The warm cup on a rainy winters day that warms you up from the inside. That comforting honey nut latte that you refuse to feel guilty about - its better than a slice of cake after all.
There's power in an espresso in the afternoon. To give you the final push to get through the day.
There's something special about coffee in bed. Sharing a moment with your loved ones. All together, talking, fresh from the nights sleep, sharing a moment on a holiday before the day takes off. Don't forget the rusks.
What does a cuppa mean to you?
There's comfort in a coffee. That first sip of nectar in the morning, that sort of kick starts your day. The warm cup on a rainy winters day that warms you up from the inside. That comforting honey nut latte that you refuse to feel guilty about - its better than a slice of cake after all.
There's power in an espresso in the afternoon. To give you the final push to get through the day.
There's something special about coffee in bed. Sharing a moment with your loved ones. All together, talking, fresh from the nights sleep, sharing a moment on a holiday before the day takes off. Don't forget the rusks.
What does a cuppa mean to you?
The Keys
There is something about a Tuesday. Its a different sort of day to any other. It's not the red headed step-child called Monday, and not the halfway day like Wednesday, Thursday is one day closer to the end, and then of course there is Friday, of the weekday of choice.
So on one unsuspecting Tuesday, I attended a function work function at a swanky hotel. It was all well, especially since I had very short notice and I went straight from work. Lucky for me I dressed up for the day and was in heels and pearls and ready to fit right in.
On my way out, I wanted to send a text message to a friend to tell her I am on my way to the pancake party at her house. Then, out of the blue, the strangest thing happened. My key slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground, possibly because I was a bit preoccupied with the cellphone and notes in my hands at the time.
This would hot have been a problem, under normal circumstances. I am known to be a bit of a cluts, and I have picked up my keys, and just about everything else in my life. The problem was that at that exact same moment, I happened to be walking over a storm water drain and my car key fell right through. into the drain.
I considered taking a taxi to fetch the spare keys, but my house keys were inside the locked car, and then my car key would still be lying in a storm water pipe. I considered phoning my house mate for backup, but I wouldn't be able to tell her where the spare keys were, so I had to retreive the fallen keys.
I turned to the helpful security guard to help me find the keys. He in turn got some maintenance guys with a torch and found a long piece of wire, twisted to another piece of wire to make it long enough, made a hook at the end and helped me fish out the keys. Thank goodness it fell next to the little stream of water at the bottom of the storm water pipe, as the electronics may have stopped working.
Now I have the names of 3 security guards/maintenance men written down in my diary. My heroes on a Tuesday night, who helped me out in my moment of need.
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