Friday, November 30, 2007

Dear Date

Oh my goodness! Aren't you just the sweetest piece of eye candy I've had in a looooong time....and I've had plenty eyecandy in the last couple of months. Yesterday when you waltzed into my office and helped me with my little blog spot problem I just knew we were going places.

After staying in my office way longer than needed or originally intended, popping in twice during the day just to make sure I was "OK" and being caught out discussing the "pretty little auditor"with the production manager, you finally plucked up enough courage to just ask me out for drinks. sweet sweet boy;-)

So tonight we will be going to some crazy cocktail bar to have a few drinks and to get to know each other better. But before we get going....there are a couple of things that you need to know about me. They are things that I've discovered about myself which sometimes irritate the crap out of people...but mostly they are the very reason my friends love me. So here goes nothing.

Firstly and most importantly I suppose I can be full of crap. Or maybe I should rather just state that I know what I want and under no circumstances am I prepared to settle for second best. Why should I? Actually, nobody likes settling for second best, I'm just very outspoken about it, if that makes me full of crap, that's your problem.

I am a woman who lives my career and is extremely driven and passionate about what she does. A lot of guys are quite freaked out by this...lets hope you're not one of them:-) I have a mind of my own, I'm extremely independent and i have a strong personality. A lot of men find this intimidating, which usually means that I end up being in charge of the relationship....I really hope that you'll be able to handle me. As I've said before, I think the day that I actually meet Mr Right, I'll be as submissive as a little lamb...but I'm still waiting for a guy that can handle that side of me.

When I really like someone I tend to tease and jest a lot. Sometimes people mistake that as I don't like you or I think you're stupid...pls do not make that mistake. I'm extremely talkative, but I can be a good listener when the situation calls for that. I pretty much function in my own little universe most of the time. I only venture down to earth to talk to individuals who appear intelligent, stimulating and entertaining. If that makes me a snob I'm sorry, but I'm bored easily and therefore don't waste my time with people I know I won't find interesting.

I think that is pretty much that. I would, however, like to set your mind at ease over most of these. The fact that I've already spoken to you, teased you, didn't get angry at the fact that you were discussing me with other people and agreed to have drinks with you tonight, already conquers most of the issues mentioned above. So I don't think you have too much to worry about.

OK, I'm off to go and think of what I'm wearing tonight. After all, I have to look absolutely stunning! It's only fair, you had to put yourself out there and ask me I'll repay you for the risk you took



Thursday, November 29, 2007

Dear Santa (2)

Santa darling, i know I already sent my list to you earlier this week, but this isn't an add on, I'll stick to my original 10:-) I would just like to give you some advise?

I have found the lounge suite i want! so if you could just give me a ring when you have a second I'll direct you to the right company and the right suite in the right colours. I totally fell in love with this suite. Its GORGEOUS! And no, i didn't hit the Caps lock button by accident, it's meant to be in Capitals.

so be an absolute darling and give me a ring OK? Oh alright, maybe I do have one thing to add to my little list from the other day...but it's totally selfless and I don't think you will have a problem with ethics here. So here comes nr 11: Please please could you find a new set of kidneys for My Boy??? I have a feeling he's really gonna need it! And when you deliver it, please make sure that you kick his ass on the way out for being such a complete bastard at times.



Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Dear Sorta Guy

How dare you??? How dare you?? how dare you?? I'm so upset right now that all i really want to do is cry. But no, I have to wear a professional little smile and appear all calm and collected to all at work. How dare you???

You have been my best male friend for what feels like a lifetime. I guess when you really think about it, its only about 2 years....but it feels like I've know you forever. You are the only guy I know who really really gets me. You are free spirited, spontaneous, the only straight guy I know who loves shopping and knows more about fashion than I do, my fun partner, my unromantic soul mate....all in all, you're my boy

I haven't really spoken to you in weeks. Not because of a lack of trying on my behalf mind you. I've been calling and smsing and all i get is silence. This caused my heart to constrict in fear more than once. You're back in the evil world where you have come from. Not as one of them, but you have to face those people everyday, you work there. My biggest fear for weeks has been that you have returned to that evil, smelly world of drugs, booze, sex and generally throwing your life away in the haze that cocaine and heroine brings....i wanted to die...and still no reply.

Then just now you sent me a message, told me you were sick, you were going for an operation. When i wanted to know what was wrong you went offline....asshole! but I'm not easily put off...I smsd you. For a change you actually replied...avoiding my question at first, but eventually failing...kidney problems..they are going to try and see if they can fix it during the don't sound hopeful.

I tell you that I'm worried, I would like to see you, i miss you. And what do you do?? you send me a snotty sms telling me that if I missed you so much I should have come and seen you at your restaurant...the one I'm starting to wish you never became a part of. how dare you????? you're the one whose been ignoring me and now you blame me????? Please excuse me for not understanding???

Being the person I am I didn't retaliate...oh no...I wanted to know whether I could come visit you. And you refuse? you tell me, the person you have called your best friend so many times, that she can not come and visit you while you go through one of the toughest things you've ever faced??? I've been there through most of you big decisions in you life...and you refuse me this one??

How dare you shut me out of your life? I am the one person you have always turned to, the one who has supported you while you went through some really tough shit...and this is how you treat me. Your attitude tells me that there is something that you're not telling me. You are hiding something....and that worries me more than anything. What are you not telling? and more importantly...why? Are you afraid that I'll be disappointed? that i won't love you anymore? that I'll judge you? I have known you in your worst and I've never pushed you away, judged you and i certainly haven't loved you less because of any of it. why would I start now?

I miss you my sweety! I love you and I'm so angry at you right now for shutting me out? Probably more hurt and worried than angry I guess. I just wish you would tell me whats going on...the suspense is killing me:-(


Your Joe

Drunk dude who hit me at 160

Seriously dude...its been 2 freakin years! i think its time the consequences of you insanity stops haunting me.....but then again,I've been told that's wishful thinking. Whether I want to or not I'm going to have to remember you for ever and ever, or at least until I die anyway.

I think I've come through the worst of the trauma associated with the accident. And I've healed up pretty well, Thank God! But every day I am reminded of that fateful night....the night you decided to drink to much and chase around the suburbs at a 160km/h.....who the hell gave you the right you bastard!

Predictably enough you weren't injured...isn't that just sooo typical. I on the other hand was rushed to hospital. I had to phone the parentals all the way in Natal at 12 o'clock at night, I had 3 emergency operations, I was in hospital for two weeks, bedridden for 2 months, my car was wrecked, I am now officially a woman of steel and I, who have never in her life had headaches, now get them on an almost daily basis.

I have to admit, I healed up just fine;-) I was blessed enough not to have any scars except for the tiny ones on my leg and hand where the operations were, I walk normally, I look normal, i do all the normal things, all in all I am pretty much normal. But the steel plate an screws in my leg will forever hurt when the weather changes and will set off every single metal detector I have to pass through. And it will also cause the American embassy to think I am a terrorist, by the way! The damage done to my neck was more severe than initially thought. Granted, I am grateful that I didn't break my neck...but at times the headaches are unbearable and I have become a real little pill popper when it gets really bad.

I'm still upset at the cops for merely sitting in their car. Their only only question to me was.."did someone die?" WTF????????From the stretcher I yelled a loud and unmistakable "NO". And that was that...they left. No breathalyzer for you, who was so drunk that none of us could understand a single bloody word you were saying.

The very thought of you causes tension in my body and I become all nauseated. But in some arb way I am grateful. I am glad that I am still alive(although you had nothing to do with that!) But these days I'm a way more alert driver, I am more grateful for all the little things I have and thanks to you I now drive a gorgeous little car...which is now 2 years old, but brand new when I got it after the 2 months of lying in bed. If the old one didn't end its life so dramatically I would probably have driven it for years....old as it might have was my first car, my baby...gosh, we had so many memories the two of us;-)

I have no idea what happened to you after the last time you phoned me while I was in hospital. As I was in a drug induced state I do not recall much of the conversations apart from me crying and screaming at you to leave me the hell've done enough to ruin my life........or something like that anyway.

I hope that these days you are a more responsible driver. I hope that somewhere along the line you had made peace with yourself, as i do remember you being riled with self reproach and loathing after you got the news of my injuries. I sincerely hoped that you have learned from you mistake. I think the real reason for this letter is just to tell you that I am OK. Actually, I'm better than OK...I'm great. And I forgive you for everything that has happened to me...I really do.



Dear All

Good morning y'all!!! I hope you are all well rested and ready for the day???

Don't worry, this is not my letter for the day;-) This is just me trying to put the fact that I have been awarded a blogaward by Glugster on my blog in the form of a letter. A very bad one at that...sos!

I promise to have a proper letter up and running a bit later

Yours as always


Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Dear Santa

I am sooo excited!! I can't believe it's that time of the year again. Time for family, friends, eating, drinking, having fun and sharing the love. Not forgetting you of course....and time for prezzies:-)

I have been a very good girl this year..promise! I've done all my work in record time, didn't kill Mr G(one of my clients) even though he insisted on calling me all kinds of odd names and chasing me away like a dog, I've paid all my bills, I helped people out and for goodness sake, just for not killing Mr G I should already be receiving a gigantic gift...what more do you want???

Anyway, I hope this letter reaches you in time. I'm not too sure about the North Pole, but I know for a fact that the South African postal service isn't that I'm hoping no greasy palmed, sniveling postal worker doesn't nick this letter. If such a person is reading this letter, please put it back in the envelope and replace it in Santa's post box please!

My list for Christmas is not that long. But here goes
1. Tickets for my Bro and Sister-in-law so they can join us for Christmas from the US
2. All expenses paid trip with spending money for two to Spain...preferably scheduled for
sometime after Christmas, as I'd prefer to spend Christmas with the family
3. A new lounge suite that will actually fit in my teeny tiny cottage
4. Nigella's new cook book:-)
5. Some Lacoste Touch of Pink.....mine is almost finished
6. GHD hair straightener
7. Asterix DVD collection(an odd request but i really love the old guy)
8. Stranger than fiction DVD(do i have to explain this one??)
9. The Postsecrets book
10. and last but certainly not least, if you could manage it, Prince Charming would be nice....preferably wearing an Armani suit;-)

Now Santa, I know you are very very busy, but I don't think these little things are too much? I know nr 10 might actually take some time, as I can be a bit difficult as to what I like and what I don't....but that's why I sent you the letter a month in advance, so you'll have some time.

Please take care and travel safely when you do your deliveries



Sunday, November 25, 2007

My Chamber

Hey Crazy Ho!!

So its that time again hey? The time where the bug bites and you decide to head off again? I should be used to it by now, and in many ways I am...but i still miss you when you're gone....and i always wait in great anticipation on your return.

I am so sorry that you didn't get your visa:-( I was so sure you would! But maybe it's a sign. Maybe the US and private yachts just weren't the way to go. Maybe, just maybe, there is something way better out there for you. Just waiting for you to stumble across it. I know you'll find it:-) you're already looking, searching, hunting for it. Its exciting to watch;-)

Sometimes i wish that i could go with you on all these trips. All the adventures and all the nightmares that come with it. But my life is different from yours. My career took a whole different road. But please know that I am always here for you.

These days when i sit back and think about when we met, i laugh with tears running down my face. Who could have imagined?? Where would you find a pair more different and yet so alike? I've tried to think about the exact moment when we became best friends....two strangers thrown together in an adventure. After much thought i came down to one single moment in time not long after we met. It was the night we were finally initiated into the clan. After being painted, deep heated, bathed in foul smelling, rotten fish infested dam water we had to rush to our room to get all dressed up in the most tapped way imaginable. No bathing/showering allowed. We didn't want to get our room all dirtied by our smelly clothes and what did we do? I'll never forget the image of the 2 of us standing in our door butt naked, wet, freezing, smelling awful but laughing at each other. That is the moment when we cemented our friendship. And what an awesome friendship it has become. An odd pair we might be(Chartered Accountant + Graphic Designer = Chaos)

We have seen each other at our worst...and nothing you could possibly do would surprise me anymore. You have become like the sister i never had. You understand me, my silly sense of humour and of course the fact that i have a few weirdeties. You have never judged me. You have never tried to lead me anywhere, but rather stand next to me holding my hand, running through unknown territory with me. Ever willing to fall as long as I fall along with you.

Our chamber song is known by all who know and love us. And sometimes, just sometimes i wince when i think of the two of us dancing on bars singing it over karaoke mics.....but mostly it just makes me laugh.
"I'm young and I'm hopeless
I'm lost and I know this
Going nowhere fast that's what they say
I'm troublesome I'm fallen
I'm angry at my father
Its me against this world and I don't care!"

I'd like to think that somewhere along the 7 years we have becoming slightly less hopeless, and that we are no longer going nowhere fast and that you at least are no longer angry at your dad. I never was, but the chamber song only worked if both of us were i just smiled and shouted along with you;-)

And do you remember our pathetic attempt at a Chamber cheer??? They weren't very impressed with us, but we collapsed in mirth. Ignored orders to "Stop laughing" and of course had to carry the consequences of our "senseless" act...At least it was worth it. I can't remember when last I had laughed that hard!

I wish you luck on your latest adventure. And i hope that you will be returning safely in due time so we can fulfill all those dreams we had about growing old together. Come back in one piece OK?


Chamber Ruby

Friday, November 23, 2007

Washing powder marketing department

As this letter is appearing on public domain I'll refrain from mentioning your brands name(readers ignore, its either skip or omo....can't remember now). I do however have a pressing issue I would like to discuss with you.

At the moment you are using a TV ad which shows a little kid and its mommy in a zoo/animal rehab centre. The kid getting awfully dirty and then you guys call it pretreatment for clothes. Now, don't get all worked up. I realise that people mostly complain about washing powder adds as they are dull, uninteresting and generally underestimate the intelligence of the viewers. This add is however slightly different from your run of the mill washing powder ad, it's not quite as insulting to watch, so I'm not complaining....i have a query.

Please could you tell me whether the little kid is a boy or a girl? Initially i thought the kid was a little boy with longish hair. But in recent weeks I have been told by numerous people that it is in fact a girl. This has left me slightly confused and ever so irritated....I simply hate not knowing.

Being the rational and logic person that i am, I decided to contact the only people who would be able to tell me for sure. I would appreciate it if you could respond to this as soon as possible as i am a very busy young lady and can't afford to spend too much time thinking about this



Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Dear CBD building society

The content of this letter is extremely important and might possibly save hundreds if not thousands of lives, more specifically the life of a certain miss Ruby, but lets not get ahead of ourselves.

Last year I was involved in a most unfortunate incident while temporarily working in one of your members. A certain building situated in Martin Street. For the buildings protection I will refrain from publishing its name and occupation, but i am quite sure that you will be aware of the individual i am referring to.

During November 2006 I was, as previously mentioned, working in the CBD, when all of a sudden there was a loud rumbling noise and the whole building collapsed. On top of us! I suppose it is possible that the trauma of the event has caused the scope of it to grow in my mind, but I can recall that the whole roof on the one side of the building did collapse.....the side of the building i was sitting in.

A number of us sustained injuries, some less serious than others, the worst of course being that the Fibre Glass Dust was embedded in our skin and caused us to itch for days on end....regardless of the number of showers taken.

We had to be rescued from the rubble by "firemen". It was a traumatic and seriously scary incident. And i still have nightmares.....OK, not quite, but you get the picture right?

This letter is a plea and to all your members to please refrain from collapsing in any way while little Miss Ruby finds herself once again inside the same member who collapsed previously. Your assistance in this regard will be greatly appreciated.



Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The person at the edge of my mind

Dear sir, madam, thing, beast or whatever the hell you are

I'm writing you this letter because there are a number of things that I need to discuss with you rather urgently. I would appreciate if you could heed these guidelines as soon as possible as some of them are driving me quite insane...(or maybe that's your plan??)

First of all let me start out by asking how things are on that side of me. Are you coping? I know since Amanda left things have been quite hectic and you've been overworked....but Amanda wasn't an asset to me...she had to go.

One of the issues i need to discuss with you is the fact that i never receive urgent messages from you. They tend to pitch up at the control centre hours after the deadline time. You should know that the fact that i don't receive messages from you warning me to keep my mouth shut, not to laugh and to generally not do what I'm planing but to rather do the normal thing has landed me in heaps and heaps of trouble. This never used to be a problem, as Amanda had a decent piece of advise whenever the trouble blew up in my face. Now, you might ask me why i fired Amanda. The thing is that you never used to take this long to send messages to begin with, which meant that i didn't really need Amanda and therefor fired her.

Secondly I would like to point out to you that shouting at me will get you nowhere! I do not respond to loud levels of voice unless it is connected to a particularly enjoyable tune(trust can't make an enjoyable tune so don't even try). In future if you need to discuss something with me please speak at an appropriate volume level or drop me a letter.

Thirdly, and i think this might possibly be the most important point......would you please stop staring at my friend?????? Now, i know he's a hunk, he's a musician and he is an incredibly sweet boy...but seriously're becoming obvious! If you can't stop staring please relinquish control over the eyes and head to the control centre or to me personally if the control centre doesn't have the available staff.

Last but certainly not least. Please would you tell Tallulah who works down there that she has stacked quite enough "J-Lo-stock" as she calls it, and that she can stop now!!!! Its her fault that I'll have to actually start going to a bloody gym!!! I used to be slender with gorgeous curves...but the curves are getting larger and it seems I'll actually have to do some exercise for a change...blegh! Tell her some damage control might be in order.

That will be all for now. Thank you so much for your co-operation



Monday, November 19, 2007

Happy Birthday Dadio

Happy Birthday Dad!!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day and that mom will spoil you rotten since i'm not there to help. May the year ahead be blessed beyond belief and may we be blessed with your earthly presence for many a year to come.

I am so glad that i was able to come and visit you guys over the weekend. Natal is always filled with peace and tranquility and as soon as i drive over the border at the top of the pass I just know i'm home. I think i'll always be a little "Natallertjie" at heart, and if i ever had the chance i will definitely return to the province of Milk & Honey.

The trip home yesterday was uneventful until i got stuck on the N12. Apparently some sort of chemical spilled on the highway after a horror crash and melted the tar. For the first time in my life i was able to drive against the traffic on a highway...legally!

Anyway, to get back to the reason why i'm writing you this letter. Thank you so much for all the years of support and love. I don't think i tell you guys often enough how much you mean to me. I am one blessed child and will always be your little baby princess....even when i'm married to my prince Charming. Thank you for understanding me and for standing next to me and helping me along on my race. I wish there is some way that I could repay you guys for everything you've done, but i can think of none....and wouldn't risk trying as it would never be enough.

Thank you for always being the one to apologize first, simply because you loved me too much to have a real fight. For always treating me with understanding and correcting me in a loving and safe environment. For letting me go when i decided to spread my wings on an early age. For still phoning me twice a week to catch up even though i am now completely independant. For sending those sms's on the most arb times just to tell me you love me. For rushing up to Jozi in the middle of the night covering 500km in record time to wait for me to wake up after my crash. For never judging me no matter what odd ideas I had.

Thank you for loving mom so much that after 32 years you guys are still so in love it's embarressing at times! For holding her hand in public, always being a gentleman even when you guys had a fight and covering her with kisses anywhere, any place. It's really special being part of a family where the image of a fairy tale family is reality.

Thank you for bringing me up in the best way you possibly could and teaching me that if a guy won't treat me like a princess and if he drives me to tears, he wasn't worth my tears to begin with. Thanks for doing the best you can! Just thanks.

Happy birthday once again Dadio!

Lots of love

Your little girl

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Mister Bossman's son

You gorgeous man! I think you might have just made my day, my week, my whole bloody month!!!!

So, while you've been gallivanting all around North America on a Daddy sponsored couple of month holiday, I've been having withdrawal symptoms. A girl can only last so long without discussing a "very casual relationship" with anyone, pretend not to be listing to the bossman's discussion of the boys' holiday, live on short e-mails alone and not have any eye candy what so ever to stare at.

The fact that daddy dearest is unaware of our little liaison and suspects that our relationship is strictly due to the fact that you saved me from a collapsed building doesn't exactly help me in anyway. It is difficult to try and fish about you when I'm supposed to know your younger brother soooo much better since we have way more in common and had to take a course together. He's forever telling me about your bro's adventures, girls, parties, odd jobs and spending habits. No sweet boy information is forthcoming.

But this morning there was a weird number on my cellphone...i almost did not answer as i was in a meeting with the bossman(close call!!!!) I answered, heard your voice and almost freaked out completely! i only just managed to hold myself together long enough to make it to my office. And then of course started shrieking and giggling to the entertainment of the whole company...bossmann included.

You told me that you just had to talk to me and that second hand news obtained under the pretense of finding out how the business is doing just wasn't cutting it....yay!!! You miss're probably lying, but that's OK too. We're just friends with benefits anyway;-) and last but not least...not one of the girls who has been throwing themselves at your feet(and I believe you here, since you look like a bloody superstar!!!) is nearly as gorgeous as i am....lies, lies all lies! but you made me giggle and smile anyway, cause i know that in our weird way you missed me too:-)

We'll probably never take the plunge and have a proper relationship...but you're good company and keep me properly entertained when I'm bored. I only wish you happiness, and i hope your having tons and tons of fun over there. But it was really good to hear your voice and to know that you miss your friend:-)

Of course all the shrieking, giggling and the running out of the meeting had to be explained when i returned. I've forgotten what a really bad liar I am:-( I tried to keep it as close to the real thing as i could without actually giving our little secret away.........."my friend who is touring North America". His reply..."maybe you should give him "bossman's son" number, he would love seeing some south Africans" "Uhm....yeah, maybe we should do that" And I'm sitting there thinking..."so what?? is you're gonna phone yourself???" Let's just hope your daddy loses that idea really quickly....otherwise this lie is gonna spiral outa control....again!
I hope you're having fun, and if you meet the girl of your dreams along the way......please just don't get married without me as your best lady ok? I miss you!



Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Dear Mr P

Today your company listed....and did really well(yes all right! I've been monitoring it on the net the whole day). So I think congratulations is in order.

Now that I have been presented with the chance I would like to discuss a few minor issues with you. I'm sure you'll agree that they are extremely relevant and I expect that you might find some of these very enjoyable.

First of all I would just like to clarify something for myself and would appreciate a truthful answer. I know you were a multi-millionaire before all this, but am I correct in understanding that you will now practically be a gazillionaire??? At sub 30?(wow)

Your dad and I have been discussing the possibility of a match made in heaven. He is of the opinion that there is no way in hell that any other woman but me will do. I have to admit that at first I was a bit unsure of this, but today clarity finally came to me(this of course had nothing to do with your share price shooting into the sky), and I tend to agree with him.

He is a dear sweet old man and personally I wouldn't mind having him as a father-in-law. It's your mum I'm a bit scared of! Very strict and very orthodox......which brings me to my next point. Religion might be an least for your mommy! Your dad recons that if we keep it quiet until after the wedding she won't have a choice in the matter. Do you have any opinions on this?

The Ferrari you bought cash really is a bit too much tho sweety. Since you are already driving around in a Porche........I have however, already found a solution to your problem. Please feel welcome to give me the second hand Ferrari as an engagement gift....i guess it will have to do until you can buy me a brand new one.

And then last but not least....we really have to work on your people skills. You have all this money, but an ex-wife and a string of broken relationships bears witness to a person who has a serious lack of them! Coming to a meeting with your cellphone attached to your ear is bad etiquette and staring at me the whole time is very unprofessional. Of course you'll be forgiven this time, as we will be getting married soon anyway, but don't you dare stare at any of your other business associates!

I hope to be hearing from you soon to sort out the minor details...such as getting to know you and not just your financial dealings..etc.

Love of the future


P.S. Why can't you be more like your dad??? he's already stuck on me! Quick wedding, quick divorce and lots and lots of cash!

Accident Victim

I sincerely hope that this letter finds you alive and well. I have to admit that on some level I have my doubt as to if you actually will be OK, but for all our sakes I'm going to try and believe beyond reason that you will be just fine.

As usual my virtue of patience sort of flew out the window when the traffic was just standing still...again! It woke me up from my normal morning stupor in a very unpleasant and irritating way. By the time I had phoned my boss, postponed my meeting and discovered that i only moved about 20m in the last half an hour I was completely awake and ready to pounce on the individual responsible for the problem. I of course thought that there was a police road block, in peak traffic......the police just looove doing that! I never expected to come round the bend to find your poor broken body lying on a stretcher, lights flashing, sirens screaming and destruction all around.

My hands became clammy and my heart started to race at a thousand miles an hour. The breath I so easily take for granted became short, fast and laboured. My head started reeling and horror images were paraded around in my memory. Tears instantaneously filled my eyes, and the make-up so carefully applied this morning turned into a mess. Only the waterproof mascara proved its worth.

Your pain and suffering had brought up images so vividly that i had to stop for a second. Unable to peel my eyes away from the horror in front of me without really seeing what was there. I was seeing a different accident scene, feeling the pain so sharply again in my body that for a second i forgot myself and reached out to rub the injured leg.

Then, as i passed the world started to revolve around it's axis again. The colours shifted back into their usual bright self and the sirens faded into the background. And as my heart started pacing its self again everything just jumped back into place around me.

Sir, I hope you survived that horror. And i sincerely hope that one day, when all of the hurt and the nightmares and bitterness and the "why"questions pass that you will find the peace I have. That you will be grateful for everyday. For every person. That the fact that all metal detectors yell and cause chaos whenever you pass will cause you to smile. And that you will remember that for all practical reasons you shouldn't be here.

Yours gratefully


Tuesday, November 13, 2007

My Friend

This letter took a little bit more thought than the previous two. I had to really sit down and think on how I want to word this. After much thought the best that i could come up with comes down to this: I applaud you!

We have been through some pretty rough times you and I. Most of which took place this year. You used to be like a brother to me, and you were the one friend i knew i could trust with my life......or so i thought anyway. As it turns out, you are human after all. Just a fighter and an idiot like the rest of us. Trying to survive, and like the rest of us, you have one flaw. At the end of the day, even though we may be the most selfless beings alive, when it comes down to the rough and tumble..........we fight for self preservation, and neighbourly love is forgotten.

You broke my heart my friend, and sent me reeling into the unknown chasm of distrust and paranoia. Even as i tried to fix my two feet on solid earth again after a bitter journey and reached out to you to try and work things out my hand was slapped away and my kind and loving words were shoved in my face.

You have taught me a bitter lesson which I still wish could have gone unlearned...........a lesson in the reality of the evilness of man. At the end of the day...none of us are good. Not me, not you and certainly not the people around us who just watched us destroy our treasure and instead of helping us to pick up the pieces, they scattered them....way beyond our reach.

I've helped myself out of the chasm.....not at the same place i tried before, but a bit further up....somewhere between mercy and forgiveness. And since then I have visited both these places repeatedly. And i think i finally made good........I have been shown mercy and therefore i will show you mercy. But i have also been forgiven and therefore who am i to stand in judgement of what you did?

But yesterday you phoned. The first time in months. I have to admit that I had my doubts. The impulse to just tell you I was busy and would be unable to accommodate you in my busy schedule loomed......but i closed my eyes and pressed on. Invited you for not only the coffee you had requested but for a meal too.

You came to me humbled by you experiences in the last couple of months. An apology readily on your lips but also in your heart. My friend, I applaud you for your step! you have saved our friendship and made me believe that there might be hope for us humans after all. What the future holds for the two of us i do not know. We might never again be as close as we used to be. We may never be able to repair the damage done. But we have something......we have hope:-)

I sincerely hope that the courage you have shown will help ease your troubled mind and educate your searching soul.

Your friend


Monday, November 12, 2007

Dear superhottie at the stop street

Thank you so much for brightening up my day with your radiant smile and bedroom eyes. it was a tad embarrassing and I feel stupid to admit that at that time of the morning I'm just not quite awake yet and do silly things....but at least my stupidity awarded me an excuse to stare at you for just a second longer.

It's amazing how some one's face just lights up when smile's at them....even if the other person did something really stupid. I'm sure that you are under the impression that the reason i did not cross the stop street when it was my turn was because i was staring at you.....well, this is not entirely true.

I am not a morning in not at all. I'm usually just awake enough to not drive like a complete idiot, distinguish red from green and avoid colliding into other cars......that's it! give me anything more and you'll find me completely confused, at least until about half past 8.

So this morning i approached the stop street same as every morning. I watched you approach your stop to my left....and for some odd reason, somewhere in my mind, i had this stupid notion that it was a two way stop, and you had no need to stop and should just carry on going.

But being the gorgeous law abiding citizen that you stopped! My mind hit a blank and Ruby was confused, as in totally. This of course caused me to sorta stare at you....see!!! i didn't stare at you because you were super hot.....i stared at you because you confused me:-p

The confusion did however only last for about 2 seconds. The moment i burst out laughing at my own stupidity, you flashed me that traffic stopping smile, waved and and waited for me to cross, hooting just to remind me to enjoy my sir, made my day:-)

So dear Mister Superhottie at the stop street.....this letter is actually a thank you note. Thank you for smiling at the half asleep hot girl, and thank you for still being a gentleman.



Dear Blogger

So today I have finally taken the step and opened a blogger account. I am so incredibly proud of myself for finally doing something that i've been threatening to do for a while.

I have to admit though that the experience was not quite as easy and enjoyable as i once thought. I was expecting the editing of my template to be quick easy and straight forward, but for some odd reason all the editing i did is not shown on my blog, and quite frankly i find that irretating. I have checked and rechecked my my font settings and they are shown as I have made them, but the moment i open my blog it still shows the standard blogger black template.

But lets not spend my entire first letter complaining about something I can not change, for the time being anyway. I'm sure between the two of us we'll be able to work something out. And since it does not mean the end of the world I will not break my pretty little head about it.

I would however like to thank you for welcoming me with open arms into your quite large but closeknit family, which seems to grow each day. I hope that we'll be spending plenty of time together in the months to come, and that on some level the people who are meant to read these letters will find them.

Yours respectfully