Sometimes...

Sometimes a few special words can mean the world to someone, and can turn a day from being dull and sad to happy and interesting ... thank you for making my day! :)

SOMEDAY TO BE HAPPY IS TODAY

Live your dreams
A little each day.
They aren’t out of reach
Unless you fail to reach out.
Put off unimportant things
But don’t put off living.
Other things can wait,
Your happiness can’t,
If your life is to have purpose and meaning.
The “someday” to be happy is today.

Choose how to live your life.
Life isn’t decided for us
But by us.
Every action is a decision with consequences.
Choose wisely!
The reward should always
Be greater than the price.

Take time to play, but also to think.
Life can’t mean much without much thought.
To be where you want to be
Ask yourself questions, then take action.
So often we go with the flow
And become lost.
Don’t be led; be the leader of your life.

Stop waiting for happiness to happen
and get busy making it happen.
Work with what you have
And what you have will increase.
If one door is closed, open another;
Happiness often comes unexpected.
Watch what you aim for
Because your heart will follow.
Aim nowhere and you’ll go nowhere.
Aim high enough and you may touch the stars.
Aim to be happy
And you will do much more than just pass through life,
You’ll live it to the fullest……

80s Adverts from South Africa

Charisma, MAMMY BLUE

Poison

Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains

The Parlotones - Stars Fall Down

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades I wanna remember this day
Passion killed by the comfort of time
I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind

Suck the colours from my eyes
When they lose their sparkle and forget to shine
Remember all the times you turned me down
I'm sorry if this hurts your heart but where's the spark, from the start?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober
So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Embrace my reflection for a little while
For if I am to love I must try love myself
Cuddle with a cold corpse like frame
I'm sorry if my view of matrimony seems obscure, where's te fuel?

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign
Let's rather lament on this starlight event

Dance, dance, dance naked under starlight
There's something about this glow that flows just right
Let's make tonight last forget about the past

So let's laugh, talk, tickle and taste till the stars fall down
The stars fall down

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be
Sober, illuminated by the blood red sign

Let's fantasise before the real world comes
Crashing and colliding like lightning's angry temperament
Bubbling teenage love time will soon be up

Don't stop, don't stop
Nothing lasts forever soon we will be sober

Trace my face while it's a happy face
When my smile fades and I'm old and grey
All I'll have are these moments to retrace

Dusting off the Carlton - and its memories | Heritage

Dusting off the Carlton - and its memories | Heritage

Facebook

I have a few of my 'x's' on Facebook, but none that I would have had a full on relationship resulting in a bad break-up.  Some of them I dated a few times, I guess I was always after the one I couldn't have and also as soon as they were interested I would loose interest, I think it was all about the chase.

When I was 17 a friend of mine put an ad in the "Paratus Pret" for me, this was an army magazine and I guess it was the only reading material that some Army guys had while up on the border.  You see South Africa had conscription in those days, all white males were made to go to the army for 2 years when they finished school, or college or university.  I remember at school, in summer we would have assembly in the Quad and the principal calling all the guys who were turning 16 and they had to fill in their forms for the army.

Most guys dreaded it because you had heard so many stories about it.  Anyway to get back to to the reason for this post, (I'll have to do another post on the SA defense force) so I had this ad in the Paratus and within a few weeks of it being published I swear I had about 100 letters, I felt like a celebrity!  But of course I could not write to all of them, so those that enclosed a photograph and were nice looking, got put in one pile, those that sounded nice or had a nice handwriting got put in another pile, the Afrikaans letters or semi-Afrikaans went in another pile, and of course there were just those that you knew you were never going to answer.

Out of all the correspondence I had a letter from a guy called Dion.   Dion was in the Parabats in Tempe in Bloemfontein.  It was 1982 I had just stated working - anyway D would write occasionally but most of the time he would just phone.  It is so long ago now that I don't remember any of the conversations.  The things that do stick vividly in my mind, were D coming to my work to say hi, he would just drop in - I worked in a department at Barclays bank with about 20 other girls, D would pop in with his uniform on, he was 6ft 3 and good looking, and he would have to come to the pigeon hole, it was the reception area to ask for me.

It was almost quite prestigious having a boyfriend in the army and of course if they were good looking all the girls would be really envious.  That was round about the time that Iris at work got married and I needed a partner for the wedding, no wait that was a at the end of 1983 and I asked D to go with me - a whole story on it's own.

Then there was the time that D landed up in Jail in Bloemfontein, a whole group of them went to a farm looking to buy some marijuana from the locals, and of course they wouldn't sell it to them, so I think a scuffle broke out the cops were called and the guys landed up in Prison as it became a civil case.  I got a phone call from his mom and him and the next thing I was on a train down to Bloemfontein to see him, spent the day and took the train back that night.

Then I got a phone call from his mom when he was in the Military hospital @ Voortrekkerhoogte, they were supposed to be off to the border but D was on a trip of his own and landed up in the psychiatric ward at Voortrekkerhoogte.

Another time I remember was when my friend Mercia was in town from PE which would also have been 83/84 and she was staying at a hotel in Hilbrow, D met me there with a friend of his and we spent the night chatting and drinking and all ended up sleeping on the floor in her hotel room.

Disco ... Disco Duck ... the under 18's

The other day they were discussing nightclubs on the radio here in Dublin, and because I have only been living here for 10 years, some of them are still around however most of them would be gone, and it got me thinking about nightclubs I used to go to when I was growing up.

I probably first started going to nightclubs at a very young age, some of them were Kiddies Disco's which were on a Saturday afternoon and sold no alcohol and were for kids under 18, two of these were "Plumb Crazy" and "Club Chicago" both in the center of Johannesburg.   They would start at around 1 in the afternoon and finish at 5 or 6, so that they could clean up for the over 18's to come through the doors at 7 the same night.  But it was 1977 and John Travolta was ruling the dance floor in Saturday night fever, then came Grease in 1978 and the whole 50's era was reborn with stove pipe jeans, greased back hair and wild teenagers.

We also used to go to "Tramps" at the Diplomat hotel, only during the week though because they would have free entry coupons in the Tonight section of The Star.

A lot of fights would break out at the Disco mainly because of the Gangs from the South and most of the time it was always over a girl.

However, most of the disco's we went to growing up were either at School, The Tennis club, the cricket club or various places where there was adult supervision.   Once I left school, there was a huge big City out there to explore and Johannesburg, Hilbrow, Braamfontein, Hyde Park and Randburg had an abundance of night clubs just waiting to be discovered.