TTS: Interludes of Life

1 March 2013, 5:36AM

The best part about being a busy-bee is that I work, and work, and work, and although I don’t get to see instant results from my labour, I’ve unknowingly pollinated the path behind me, insodoing, assisted in creating some of the most splendid orchids I’ll ever get to see. Work that seemed so menial, insignificant and like a total waste of time has brought meaning to my life and the world, no matter how small the difference. Only when I look back on the journey I’ve taken to get here will I be able to appreciate the beautiful flowers that now exist were I once had the privilege of laying my feet. 

Over the years, I’ve come up with many ideas; written and rewritten a number of plans and never fully implemented any of them for fear of failure, and even success. Nonetheless, the ideas grew bigger and the plans got more defined. Little did I know at the time, but each time I wrote out these ideas and plans, I was in the process of creating something grander than my imagination could ever conceive. 

As I took a look at all this today, I was astounded by the incredible journey I’d taken to be where I am today. All the pieces are finally coming together and I’m beginning to see a glimpse of an interestingly intricate yet simply elegant puzzle. 

Nothing I’ve ever learnt, did or worked on was ever in vain. It’s all taken me one step closer to my ultimate destiny. 

Thank You God for the blessings

:)

TTS: Interludes of Life

12:34 p.m., Wednesday, 22 July 2015

[Laughs]

This made me question my relationship status...

... so did this...

[Laughs even harder]

Ah, but this... this almost made me question my sexuality:

More than eight years of knowing each other and it's still a mystery...

 I could always kill off my tomboyish persona -- you know, make it all grim and bloody like the scariest horror films -- just to make sure she's actually dead... then get well-acquainted with makeup, skirts and handbags, saunter around in stilettos everyday to show off my incredible mommy-'long'-legs while I reaffirm my sexuality. Oh! then there's making a press release each time I find someone new...

But I'll pass.

Ain't no one more comfy, happy and liberated than a single, sexually deprived female in sneakers, hoodies and jeans (don't forget; with the alleged lesbianism).

The right relationship will just have to find me when the clock strikes 'yes'.


 - Trace

TTS: Interludes of Life

17:11 p.m., Tuesday, 14 July 2015
Newtown, Jo'burg

I (used to) have a mammoth of a crush on this guy I know... until I just remembered an acquaintance said I look exactly like his ex.

Damn it. (He just had to, didn't he.)

There goes any feeling of attraction I had for this oke.

I'd love to rock my 'fro, but the admin of managing it later is a nightmare. Maybe it's time to ditch the detangling brush and get reacquainted with the toothcomb... [gulps]

...Uhm... actually, nevermind.

 -Trace

TTS: Interludes of Life

Initially posted 30 December 2012

One thing I certainly won’t do is to allow myself the luxury of living life badly; of settling for the crumbs because I’m too scared to cut myself a slice of the finest strawberry cheesecake, or worse, because I think I don’t deserve it. 

It’s insane how we as humans get to a point in life where we accept the intolerable; crime, violence, abuse, poor service delivery, rat-infested communities, poorly educated professionals, and even infidelity, passing it off as the norm. 

How on earth did we ever get to a point where having your phone robbed at gunpoint, or your sister mercilessly attacked at the hands of her spouse and not reporting it, a norm? How have we, as a society, become so comfortable with having road-kill ruin our appetites, while government officials continue to feed and accommodate their overtly plump bellies at the most exclusive and expensive establishments, unapologetically, at the account of the struggling taxpayers money? And why are women so willing to sing the world’s anthem of “Men are dogs - they all cheat,” then cry themselves into a frenzy and keep the men who’ll one day drive them into a severe nervous breakdown? 

We obviously need to reassess our principles, values and priorities. If we can’t stand the heat, we get the hell out of the kitchen or adjust the temperature; we can’t pretend that everything’s okay when it’s gradually killing us inside. We deserve so much more than mediocrity. 

Well, at least I know I do.

-Tracy Wilbon

I'm comfortable in my awkwardness, although sometimes, my comfortability makes me uncomfortable.
 - Trace 

TTS: Super Situations

20 November 2012, 12:18PM

Picture Source: majoro.deviantart.com

I pity Superman and Prince Charming. They're both overworked and underpaid. Almost every girl in the world dreams of being swept romantically off her feet by either knight in shining armour because, not only is he everything a girl would want to find in her ideal man, he bares the heartfelt promise of a man who’ll love her eternally for the rest of her life. 

Circa 2012, we discover that both Superman and Prince Charming don’t come bottled or shaped in their trademark jaw-dropping spandex costumes or debonair tuxedos. Today’s common heartthrob comes dressed in worn-out Converse All Stars, sagging jeans and a wife-beater, and although not quite as heroic (or near perfect) as Clark Kent, he drips the kind of charm that will rescue a damsel in distress high atop Mount Everest…

Then again: a girl -- in her makeup-free face, nappy hair and oversized slippers -- should always be her own SuperGirl. With or without Superman.  

-          Trace