It's a new day, it's a new dawn, it's a new life and I'm feeling awful

or "Part 13 of approximately 48"
or "this email contains a little bad language, warn your kids"
0r "more snow and then some"


Happy New Year people of the Sun


I've hit the slump. Not right now, cause it's the middle of the night and I'm high on naartjies and coffee, but in general I'm not a Happy Chappie. It may be because of the holiday season away from friends and family, it may be the crazy cold but I've been grumpy for a few weeks now. I'm gonna try to explain without justifying but lets be honest, I'm pretty awful at that.


So, working out; not so much. Eating healthy; not so much. Bathing as regularly as I should; nope. Going outside to see the world; not really. Spending hours and hours in bed and on the internet: check! I've been feeling low and laying a lot, missing Sinclair and not in that really romantic way, just in a 'feeling sorry for myself and hating happy couples everywhere' way; yes, even you (if you're in a happy coupling). Korea is just not thrilling me, life is cold. And by that I don't only mean loveless and friendless and sad, it's actually effing cold, -15 and stuff. My life went from this:

to this:

My first snowball ever

And while snow is fun when you are looking at it and having fun in it and pelting your kids with snowballs mostly it's just slippery and cold. My eyes tear up from the cold on my way to school everyday, the walk to the bus is treacherously slippery, and cold. Gloves!!!! I have a love/hate relationship with gloves, you can do nothing with gloves on, wanna pay for the bus? Nope, you're not gonna get your money out of your wallet with the gloves on. Wanna scratch your head? No! Wanna use your smart phone? No! Wanna unzip your pants? No! Eat chips? No! Be happy? NO! NO! NO! And the cold...My lord it's cold. 

I clearly remember an afternoon in my Aunty Loretta's living room where I was complaining about the pain of having my hair rolled in and she told me "You have to suffer for beauty" and I thought F*** Beauty, I'll be ugly and happy anyday. And snow has just proved that I still feel that way. It's pretty I'll give it that, but through the tears it's hard to see. I really like the crunchy sound as I walk even though I feel like I'm ruining the perfect snow when I step on it. Bleh. The real death of me will be my electric blanket. It's so warm, it's so perfect! It loves me and I love it but it will be the death of me. Because of it I come home everyday and get into bed and I don't get out till the very last second, hence the occasional sacrificing of the shower...life's hard. I'm eating out all the time too, because my kitchen is on the balcony and it's cold. So I either order chicken and eat it in my bed while I absorb the internet or I eat out. Not by myself though, I hate eating out by myself. But ya, cooking is not gonna happen. I cannot stand barefoot in my kitchen without feeling like my toes are going to fall off. 

My footsteps

I have how ever bought an oven which I keep in my main living area. I had dreams of roast vegggies, roast chicken and cheese covered pasta dishes but in reality all I've made is chocolate brownies. I had a true moment of self discovery while making the brownies; turns out, the only thing stopping me from eating all the batter when I was younger was the presence of my mother or sister in the kitchen. On my first attempt I ate about half the batter, got a lot less brownies out of that batch than I should have.  Luckily I succeeded in only licking spoons and bowls with the next batch since I did promise to take brownies to school the next day and I didn't want to have to explain to my principal why there are so few and why they look so thin.

So between the pizza, the chicken, the brownies and the laying, I am not feeling very on top of 2012. But I'm gonna give it time, keep my fingers crossed. I still have so many blessings and the support of the people who care about me so I'm not even too worried about the bad mood. This too shall pass.


I hope you have all transitioned well into the new year. According to some Mayans and some people in Hollywood it might be our last one together, so lets make the best of it.


hugs and bed bugs
Bashti teacher 


PS. the bed bugs are for me, to encourage me get out of bed sometimes