It is a poor idea to lie to yourself

Why do we lie to ourselves? Is it because we don’t want to hear or face the truth; or is it to get out of sticky situations; or could it be out of habit? Whatever the reason may be it is certainly a poor idea to lie to yourself. The more to you lie the more you start believing the lies and you end up living your life through those lies.

I suppose it is much easier to lie to yourself than to be truthful. Most of the time we don’t want to hear or face the truth, even if the saying goes; ‘only the truth will set you free.’ This saying could save your life for example, you are a woman in an abusive relationship but you keep lying to yourself and saying that he will change or he won’t hit me again. I really don’t understand why people would lie to themselves about such life threatening situations.

We don’t realise that when we lie, we are selling ourselves short because most of the time it is the truth that we need to hear. We are our biggest fans and yet we are our worst critiques so let’s criticise ourselves constructively and honestly because honesty is the best policy.

You are just not safe in your own home… (True story)

Friday 23, April 2010, started a little differently. Normally I would sleep late, catch up on tech work and laze around the house. But the previous night my cousin Zita and I decided to go running on Friday morning.

I fetched Zita at 11h00 from her house, leaving her sister, Lisa at home alone. Zita and I parked the car at our usual running starting-point, which was nothing out of the ordinary. We got back to the car at 12h45 and decided to go the local mall, which is Blue Route Mall. We walked in and out of the shops while discussing the latest winter trends, girls will be girls.

As we decided to end our window shopping trip Zita received a distressed phone call from her sister Lisa, to inform us that there are two guys trying to break into their house. My body froze and my heart started racing. Zita and I ran to the car. Again Lisa phoned to say that the guys are inside the house and we need to get home now. I told Zita to phone the police but neither of us had their number- convenient! Then I remembered my areas local patrol unit, BH Security. I phoned them immediately and explained the situation.

Lisa was able to lock herself in her mother’s bedroom and luckily the robbers didn’t know that she was in the house, if they did, this story would have probably ended tragically.

BH Security was already at the house when we arrived, thank goodness for that because I have no idea what Zita and I would have done if we got there first. One of the robbers was caught but unfortunately the other one got away. Hardly anything was taken from the house merely because they did not have enough time, thanks to BH Security and Retreat police.

I just could not believe that something like this happened to my own family and that Lisa was in the house when it happened. It really frightened me because I am often home alone and I don’t know what I would do in a situation like that.

Moral of the story, be aware of your surroundings even if you are in your own house; go have a look if you hear unfamiliar sounds; know the telephone number of your local police station and make sure that you always have airtime on you cell phone. Things like this can happen to anyone and it will definitely happen when you least expect it.

The sound of one hand clapping...

My heart was beating so hard that I thought it was going to pop out of my chest; my palms were sweaty; and my knees felt like they were about to give in under me. Acting is all I’ve ever known since I was a little girl.
I have never been so nervous in my life and this audition can either make or break my acting career. I pray that I get into the Performing Arts School.

Geez, everyone here seems so talented, how will I ever be able to compete. “Relax Stacey, you have this in the bag,” I whispered to myself.
“Number 149, you may come in now,” a lady with half moon spectacles announced. “Breathe Stacey, breathe,” I reminded myself out loud. At that point I thought I was going to die from nervousness.

I stepped onto the cumbersome stage as the bright lights shone on me. The auditorium was empty except for the three judges who all locked extremely serious, which made me even more nervous than I already was. “You may begin,” said the lady with the half moon spectacles.
I opened my mouth to recite my monologue, which I have prepared and practiced months in advance, but to my surprise no words came out of my mouth. Oh damn and I started to panic. “I’m sorry please give me a moment,” I asked the judges sincerely. I turned my back towards them in order to gather my thoughts; I took a deep breath and turned to face them once again.

Finally it was all over. My monologue was dramatic in all the right places. My character showed emotion and was left exposed for the world to see, or in this case, for the judges to see.
Alone, echoing in the empty auditorium was the sound of one hand clapping. “Well done number 149, well done! Welcome to the Performing Arts School,” said the lady with the half moon spectacles.

It was the sound of one hand clapping that will shape my acting career and me as an actress. It was the sound of one hand clapping that gave me that I now have one foot in the door to becoming a world renowned actress.

PR Class of 2009!!!

The day had finally arrived where we as public relations management students graduate with our national diploma. We have made it to graduation after 3 years of hard work and lots of sacrificing but it was definitely worth it all.

It still feels so surreal, probably because most of us are still studying and I suppose next years graduation will sink in and we will celebrate it with a bang. Nonetheless, it is still a milestone in our studying careers and soon we will be back in the big bad world again, something that I am not looking forward to. I have grown accustom to the freedom of being a student so I better make the most of it while it lasts.

Congratulations to the public relations management class of 2009. We did it! The time has come to shine and put into practise the knowledge that we have gained over the past three years. May all your dreams and aspirations come true and good luck with your future endeavours.

5th Phase- 2010 Ticket Sales

My day started at 06h45, ready for action and determined to get tickets to the soccer world cup. I have never been so confused in my life regarding the process of ticket sales. I heard in the radio this morning that on certain FNB branches were selling tickets, then I heard all FNB branches and Checkers were selling tickets. With that out of the way Lameez and I made our way to FNB in Blue Route Mall. The queue wasn’t that bad but if it had to be any longer I would’ve turned around and gone back home.
With hope in my back pocket, Lameez and I stood in the queue from 08h00. Finally, the bank open at 09h00 and only the first 20 people were allowed in. that is when we realised that we were in the third group of 20 people- Aaah! But we preserved and I was adamant to get tickets.

One hour goes by, two hours, three hours… And the first group of 20 people were still inside the bank. Geez-Whiz, you gotta be kidding the crap out of me! Oh, and then the rumours started, system crashed, category 4 tickets have been sold out, only tickets of category 1 & 2 are available- the list was endless. We didn’t know who and what to believe anymore. Gosh FNB and FIFA seriously needed a P.R.P today!
By 11h00 more than half of the people in the queue left, including myself and Lameez- such diligent students.

The mission for 2010 tickets is not over until the fat lady sings! I am determined to get tickets come high or hell waters. I have to be part of the 2010 fever and experience Green Point Stadium at its best. Will keep you guys posted xoxo

Not all who wonder are lost

If we do not wonder then we will never discover new things; new beginnings or new achievements. We are not lost; we just need to discover certain things on order to be found. Wondering unlocks so much potential in a human-being; it makes you think about the impossible and makes it possible.

We all have a purpose in life and if we do not wonder we will no discover our calling. I do not think if you wonder you are lost, we just waiting to find that special something that we are looking for, whether it is love or a dream career. We are just waiting to be discovered or found by a modelling agency, talent scout or a movie director- Hey, we call all dream, or better yet, wonder.

So wonder about things; get lost in your thoughts and discover the possibilities.

It has finally hit home...

Uncle Tim has been somewhat of a workaholic, travelling around the world and working for various companies. Based in Angola he worked on the oils rigs, which therefore meant he spent a lot of time away from his family.

Uncle Tim provided for his family and made sure that they had a comfortable life, financially. People would say that it was he’s ways of making up for not being able to spend time with his family. Uncle Tim has two son’s who lived with their mother in Canada. He lived a very healthy lifestyle, no drinking or smoking but was diagnosed with diabetes in 2008, but that did not stop him from being a hard worker.

Six months later Uncle Tim’s health took a turn for the worst, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The family was utterly devastated by the news, as any family would be. How is it possible for a man to live such a healthy lifestyle be faced with such a serious disease? It has finally hit home, the fact that cancer has reached the family’s door step and the fact that can happen to anyone-anytime, anywhere. Cancer is not a fussy disease and you don’t have to be an ill person to have it.
Unfortunately four months later Uncle Tim passed away of pancreatic cancer, as the doctors were not able to remove the growth- It grew like wild fire.
He will be sorely missed by everyone who knew him.

How to step from a 100-foot pole?

Wow, the view from this pole is spectacular and completely amazing. I can see everything from up here, from the lush vegetation to the exquisite waterfall and how the sunlight catches every droplet of water making it look like diamonds falling from the mountain. I am truly glad that I brought my 100-foot pole with me today.
It certainly feels like I am in a whole new world up here, away from the hustle and bustle of the city life.

But how on earth was I able to climb up 100- foot pole? I seriously don’t remember a thing and how was I going to step from it. Maybe I have super powers… I stood up, balancing on one leg, and jumped- thought I could fly. I hit the ground with a thud that shuddered through my body. And that is how I stepped from my 100 foot-pole- JUMP!