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As the beginning of this year has been so good to me, I've decided it's about time to give some of that good karma back. Lumo and Cuddlefish were kind enough to get down and dirty with me, in a very literal sense. We spent our Sunday volunteering at CROW and I've got lots of photos to prove it.
I guess a lot of people think that volunteering at a place like that is mainly cuddling cute baby animals, but I can tell you right now - hell no! It was hot, filthy, a lot of hard work and SO worth it. We started at 7am with cleaning bird cages (which involved touching a lot of poo and stinky pieces of chicken) as well as cutting fruit and vegetables for the animals. After that we got to feed some of the animals, but interaction with them was minimal, as most of the animals will eventually be released into the wild. Some can't because they've been hand-reared and are now too friendly or their injuries prevent them from ever living the normal life of a wild animal. All of them go to good homes, though. We did bend the rules a little in order to show you what we've been doing, and some of the animals are just too damn cute to resist a cuddle or two.
The next task was ours and ours alone - cleaning one of the hadedas' enclosures. Hadedas are generally very noisy and filthy birds, and as they eat meat, you can imagine that they don't smell too good either. I won't tell you the details, but my gag reflex was working hard too.
This is what the enclosure looked like before we started (the water is red because of bacteria in it, which was the main reason for such a thorough clean).
Halfway through (yes, those ice cream tubs are what we used to empty the pond).
And after, with the happy birds already trying their best to return the enclosure to its previous state.
After two hours of heavy lifting, scrubbing and shoveling, we had a bit of time to walk around and snap some photos. So here's what I got...
CROW is a lovely place in general; well maintained and clean, even though it's a non-profit organization that lives off donations.
I guess a lot of people think that volunteering at a place like that is mainly cuddling cute baby animals, but I can tell you right now - hell no! It was hot, filthy, a lot of hard work and SO worth it. We started at 7am with cleaning bird cages (which involved touching a lot of poo and stinky pieces of chicken) as well as cutting fruit and vegetables for the animals. After that we got to feed some of the animals, but interaction with them was minimal, as most of the animals will eventually be released into the wild. Some can't because they've been hand-reared and are now too friendly or their injuries prevent them from ever living the normal life of a wild animal. All of them go to good homes, though. We did bend the rules a little in order to show you what we've been doing, and some of the animals are just too damn cute to resist a cuddle or two.
The next task was ours and ours alone - cleaning one of the hadedas' enclosures. Hadedas are generally very noisy and filthy birds, and as they eat meat, you can imagine that they don't smell too good either. I won't tell you the details, but my gag reflex was working hard too.
This is what the enclosure looked like before we started (the water is red because of bacteria in it, which was the main reason for such a thorough clean).
Halfway through (yes, those ice cream tubs are what we used to empty the pond).
And after, with the happy birds already trying their best to return the enclosure to its previous state.
After two hours of heavy lifting, scrubbing and shoveling, we had a bit of time to walk around and snap some photos. So here's what I got...
CROW is a lovely place in general; well maintained and clean, even though it's a non-profit organization that lives off donations.
And of course, some of the animals...
We will definitely go back as soon as we can, and we'll try to make it a monthly thing. They always need people and some months they have no volunteers at all, so we'll try and help as much as we can.
And remember...
I'm back at work and I'm still trying to get back into my usual routine, so all you get today is a quick photo blog. Not much is new, but...
Summers rains have started, and with them came that awesome scent we all know, as well as rainbows.
Moses has been working on his seductive posing, so I snapped a few photos for you. You're welcome!
Lumo got herself some new ink, and I must say that it's pretty impressive. What you see here is just the beginning, I'll let her show you the final product.
Monkeys payed me a visit in all their glorious cuteness. Love these naughty little buggers!
And last, but not least - awesome fan art! Thank you drjest!
Summers rains have started, and with them came that awesome scent we all know, as well as rainbows.
Moses has been working on his seductive posing, so I snapped a few photos for you. You're welcome!
Lumo got herself some new ink, and I must say that it's pretty impressive. What you see here is just the beginning, I'll let her show you the final product.
Monkeys payed me a visit in all their glorious cuteness. Love these naughty little buggers!
And last, but not least - awesome fan art! Thank you drjest!
First of all, I have some pimping out to do. I'm sure you have already noticed the beautiful Croatian hopeful Ahry who will have a set for you in February. If you haven't said hello, please go and do that right now or I'll post hundreds of kitten photos on each and every one of your blogs. 
But guess what, I've got another Croatian hopeful for you... Please give a warm welcome to Petit_Tueur. Her set will be in MR only in April, but I can promise you that it is well worth the wait.
And last, but not least; say hello to Loaded_Gun, the lovely lady who shot the Croatian hopefuls' sets.
Welcome to the family, ladies!
Okay, my turn now! Bloody hell, last time I posted a blog was last year. *drops the microphone and walks off the stage*
My lame joke cannot be blamed on too much partying, as I didn't party at all, but there you go. On New Years Eve we went to a friends' house and our party looked something like this:
- talk
- talk
- drink
- talk
- play cards
- talk
- eat
- sleep
I even have a photo to prove it!
As lame as it might sound, I really enjoyed it. I guess I'm just over crazy partying and being sick for two days afterwards. I'm sure I do have another crazy NY party in me, but I'm saving that one for the next year.
How was your New Year, anyone got into any trouble? Feel free to make me feel old and jealous.
But guess what, I've got another Croatian hopeful for you... Please give a warm welcome to Petit_Tueur. Her set will be in MR only in April, but I can promise you that it is well worth the wait.
And last, but not least; say hello to Loaded_Gun, the lovely lady who shot the Croatian hopefuls' sets.
Welcome to the family, ladies!
Okay, my turn now! Bloody hell, last time I posted a blog was last year. *drops the microphone and walks off the stage*
My lame joke cannot be blamed on too much partying, as I didn't party at all, but there you go. On New Years Eve we went to a friends' house and our party looked something like this:
- talk
- talk
- drink
- talk
- play cards
- talk
- eat
- sleep
I even have a photo to prove it!
As lame as it might sound, I really enjoyed it. I guess I'm just over crazy partying and being sick for two days afterwards. I'm sure I do have another crazy NY party in me, but I'm saving that one for the next year.
How was your New Year, anyone got into any trouble? Feel free to make me feel old and jealous.
I guess this is my mandatory last post in the year 2012, and I must say it’s been a good one. Most of it was routine, going to work, coming home and other stuff, which I won’t bother you with. But then becoming a Suicide Girl happened. Now you might not understand how big this is for me. It is huge, life changing. It wasn’t because that’s something I’ve always dreamed of, even though I’ve always liked SG and what they represent. It wasn’t the title or the attention I got with it. It wasn’t and isn’t about my ego. It’s about being a part of something and feeling like I belong somewhere after feeling lost as hell for the last 5 years.
I moved to SA from Croatia all alone. No friends, no family. True, I met new people and I do have a family here that I’m not related to by blood, but it’s not the same thing. I left everyone behind, and even though we chat via Skype and talk on Facebook, we have drifted apart. People that were and always will be important in my life moved on without me. I don’t blame or resent, I’ve done the same thing. Living here almost on my own has alienated me in a way. And then came SG, a place where I have not only met loads of good friends, but became a part of something bigger. This website and you guys are my virtual home away from home, if that makes sense. You make me laugh and cry and giggle. You are basically what I’ve been missing this whole time. So thank you everyone for being kind and supportive, as well as silly and weird. Thank you for accepting me as one of your own. I don’t know what the next year will bring, but I’m more positive than ever because I’ve got all of you on my side. You know, in case there’s a zombie apocalypse and my sorry ass needs to be saved or I burn another batch of Christmas cookies and I need a better recipe.
Love you guys!
(My heart sign looks more like a potato, so you also get a not-so-enthusiastic thumb up)
I moved to SA from Croatia all alone. No friends, no family. True, I met new people and I do have a family here that I’m not related to by blood, but it’s not the same thing. I left everyone behind, and even though we chat via Skype and talk on Facebook, we have drifted apart. People that were and always will be important in my life moved on without me. I don’t blame or resent, I’ve done the same thing. Living here almost on my own has alienated me in a way. And then came SG, a place where I have not only met loads of good friends, but became a part of something bigger. This website and you guys are my virtual home away from home, if that makes sense. You make me laugh and cry and giggle. You are basically what I’ve been missing this whole time. So thank you everyone for being kind and supportive, as well as silly and weird. Thank you for accepting me as one of your own. I don’t know what the next year will bring, but I’m more positive than ever because I’ve got all of you on my side. You know, in case there’s a zombie apocalypse and my sorry ass needs to be saved or I burn another batch of Christmas cookies and I need a better recipe.
Love you guys!
(My heart sign looks more like a potato, so you also get a not-so-enthusiastic thumb up)
Merry Christmas to all of you who are celebrating today! I hope you spend a beautiful day with your families and that your hearts are as full as your plates and your glasses.
To those of you who are spending Christmas far away from your families, I know how you feel. Stay away from the TV (damn you, Home Alone), spend time with friends if possible and Skype your folks if you can. Tomorrow will be better and if not, there's always the next day. *hugs*
Feel free to brag about the presents you got or gave your loved ones for Christmas, would love to hear all about it.
To those of you who are spending Christmas far away from your families, I know how you feel. Stay away from the TV (damn you, Home Alone), spend time with friends if possible and Skype your folks if you can. Tomorrow will be better and if not, there's always the next day. *hugs*
Feel free to brag about the presents you got or gave your loved ones for Christmas, would love to hear all about it.
It's that time of the year when we all want to hug our fridges 24/7 and sleep in a bathtub full of cold water. It's hot, it's humid and even sitting on the couch is making me sweat like a nun in a cucumber patch. Got to love summers in subtropical climates...
That's the bad side of our summer, but the good side is that everything is even greener than usual (and this part of South Africa is so very green). Last weekend we went for lunch at a friends' house, and I know that I've posted photos of their place on here before, but I just can't get enough of it. Hands down, it's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.
The view was as amazing as always, just brighter and greener. The gorge looks like an actual jungle this time of the year.
Bugs were out and they were green as well. I'm quite sure Lumo would give these guys a hug sometime between taking hundreds of photos and ooh-ing and aaw-ing.
The puppies were all over the place...
Until they found something naughty to do. Then they were very, very quiet.
There were people too.
And that is all! How are you guys?
That's the bad side of our summer, but the good side is that everything is even greener than usual (and this part of South Africa is so very green). Last weekend we went for lunch at a friends' house, and I know that I've posted photos of their place on here before, but I just can't get enough of it. Hands down, it's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen.
The view was as amazing as always, just brighter and greener. The gorge looks like an actual jungle this time of the year.
Bugs were out and they were green as well. I'm quite sure Lumo would give these guys a hug sometime between taking hundreds of photos and ooh-ing and aaw-ing.
The puppies were all over the place...
Until they found something naughty to do. Then they were very, very quiet.
There were people too.
And that is all! How are you guys?
So there I was, bragging to everyone about my nice, long holiday and how I’ll do all these cool things, like nothing, zero and absolutely fuck all. Tough luck, I’ve got to go back to work tomorrow. I’ll work for another three days, which really isn’t bad, but my brain has already decided that enough is enough. Oh well, they better not act all shocked when I take my noon nap at the desk. *sulk*
But enough of me bitching, I’ve got some cool news. On Friday, Lumo and I went to a well-known tattoo parlor to get quotes for some new ink. I’m proud to say that I got myself a date - finally. Next year in February I will brave a few hours of feet tattoos. Yes, it will probably be extremely painful. Yes, I will probably cry and yes, Lumo will probably have to sit on me to keep me from bolting out the door halfway through.
Here’s what I’m getting; my left foot will be decorated with Virgin Mary, which will have the word ‘mom’ over it. Here’s the style I like (minus baby Jesus), but it won’t be the same.
The right one will have an owl standing on my dad’s coat of arms, with ‘dad’ over it. The owl will have to be all serious-looking, thanks to my dad being anything but cute. Hell, there should probably be a few skulls and a shotgun in its claws. They are all symbolic as my mom is super religious and Catholic, and I consider my dad wise (in Croatia an owl is a symbol of wisdom).
They won’t be full color because that just wouldn’t fit with the rest of my tattoos, but we will throw a bit of color in. I don’t have any drawings yet and I'm not the most creative person you'll ever meet, so if anyone has any cool ideas, feel free to suggest.
The tattoo parlor we went to is very close to the beach, so being the girls that we are, we couldn’t resist a little walk on the sand. Enjoy the view!
But enough of me bitching, I’ve got some cool news. On Friday, Lumo and I went to a well-known tattoo parlor to get quotes for some new ink. I’m proud to say that I got myself a date - finally. Next year in February I will brave a few hours of feet tattoos. Yes, it will probably be extremely painful. Yes, I will probably cry and yes, Lumo will probably have to sit on me to keep me from bolting out the door halfway through.
Here’s what I’m getting; my left foot will be decorated with Virgin Mary, which will have the word ‘mom’ over it. Here’s the style I like (minus baby Jesus), but it won’t be the same.
The right one will have an owl standing on my dad’s coat of arms, with ‘dad’ over it. The owl will have to be all serious-looking, thanks to my dad being anything but cute. Hell, there should probably be a few skulls and a shotgun in its claws. They are all symbolic as my mom is super religious and Catholic, and I consider my dad wise (in Croatia an owl is a symbol of wisdom).
They won’t be full color because that just wouldn’t fit with the rest of my tattoos, but we will throw a bit of color in. I don’t have any drawings yet and I'm not the most creative person you'll ever meet, so if anyone has any cool ideas, feel free to suggest.
The tattoo parlor we went to is very close to the beach, so being the girls that we are, we couldn’t resist a little walk on the sand. Enjoy the view!
I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is that summer is finally here and I can ditch jackets and jerseys and slip into dresses and skirts. The truth is that I’d sooner walk around naked, what with this heat and humidity, but I’m pretty sure that my boss would complain. A bit. 
The bad news is that there’s nothing new, so you get one of my random blogs. True, I could wait for something interesting to happen, but I feel guilty if I don’t write something at least once a week. Plus, my kind of interesting would most likely be pictures of my cats devouring flying ants and batting at the Christmas tree ornaments. You’ll still get to see those too, but whatever.
Anyway, I think I have never told you about my dreams. If I have, blame it on the heat and rapidly decreasing number of brain cells and skip this one. I have always had wild, vivid dreams, which more resemble video games than dreams. That’s just one reason why I enjoy sleeping, while the other one comes in the form of an extremely handsome man. A non-existent handsome man, but still.
He started appearing in my dreams when I was about twelve. The dreams were triggered by a random magazine photo of a guy who kind of looked like him, but isn’t him. The recognition was instant and I still remember the confusion I felt at the time. The best words to describe it would be ‘what the fuck’. Just to make this clear, I have never met this man, never seen his photo nor do I know anyone who resembles him. He exists just and only in my dreams.
Dreams of him are often tragic, and never sexual, if that’s what you were thinking. One of us usually dies or is injured, locations are random and unknown to me and we have never talked. I’ll just mention the three most memorable ones.
1) We were in a boat on a lake, next to a tower or a castle. There were trees all around us, and the lake was rather small, so I’m guessing we were in a forest. So there we were, rowing about and not doing much else when all of a sudden he fell over the side of the boat and disappeared under the surface. The water seemed black, and I couldn’t see a thing. I started screaming and that’s when I woke up.
2) In this dream I was the one in trouble. I was lying on a battlefield of some sort, either World War I or American Civil War. I don’t remember any details of my uniform, but I do remember the horse drawn cart that was being used to collect the survivors of the battle. I was alive, but wounded. Someone lifted me off the ground, and into the cart – straight into his arms. And of course, that’s when I woke up.
3) I was standing on a terrace of a Mediterranean style villa, all white marble and deep, blue sea. There was a pod of white dolphins swimming under the cliff that the villa was perched on. He was behind my back, telling me something, but of course I can’t remember a single word. Then the dream switched to the next scene, which was our wedding day. Our parents were there (they looked nothing like my mom and dad, but I knew they were my parental units). There was also a simple cake and a bottle of some kind of spirit in a heavy crystal bottle with the year 1800 engraved on it. That was about it.
Reincarnation, a twin flame, a soul mate, just my imagination, my mom drinking too much schnapps when she was pregnant with me – your guess is as good as mine. I’m the kind of person who likes science and numbers and this is all a bit too far fetched for me. There were more dreams, but most are blurry and I can’t remember much. I do, however, know his voice, his smile, his mannerism. And yes, I'm perfectly aware of the fact that all of this could’ve easily been created by my own mind.
There are two things I know for sure, though. I haven’t met him, at least not in this lifetime, and he’s way too gorgeous for a human being. The only logical explanation is that he’s an alien or a vampire or a really weird, mutated gnome rejected by the predominantly ugly gnome society. Yeah, that totally makes sense. So if you see any of those around, please be a sweetheart and let me know.
The bad news is that there’s nothing new, so you get one of my random blogs. True, I could wait for something interesting to happen, but I feel guilty if I don’t write something at least once a week. Plus, my kind of interesting would most likely be pictures of my cats devouring flying ants and batting at the Christmas tree ornaments. You’ll still get to see those too, but whatever.
Anyway, I think I have never told you about my dreams. If I have, blame it on the heat and rapidly decreasing number of brain cells and skip this one. I have always had wild, vivid dreams, which more resemble video games than dreams. That’s just one reason why I enjoy sleeping, while the other one comes in the form of an extremely handsome man. A non-existent handsome man, but still.
He started appearing in my dreams when I was about twelve. The dreams were triggered by a random magazine photo of a guy who kind of looked like him, but isn’t him. The recognition was instant and I still remember the confusion I felt at the time. The best words to describe it would be ‘what the fuck’. Just to make this clear, I have never met this man, never seen his photo nor do I know anyone who resembles him. He exists just and only in my dreams.
Dreams of him are often tragic, and never sexual, if that’s what you were thinking. One of us usually dies or is injured, locations are random and unknown to me and we have never talked. I’ll just mention the three most memorable ones.
1) We were in a boat on a lake, next to a tower or a castle. There were trees all around us, and the lake was rather small, so I’m guessing we were in a forest. So there we were, rowing about and not doing much else when all of a sudden he fell over the side of the boat and disappeared under the surface. The water seemed black, and I couldn’t see a thing. I started screaming and that’s when I woke up.
2) In this dream I was the one in trouble. I was lying on a battlefield of some sort, either World War I or American Civil War. I don’t remember any details of my uniform, but I do remember the horse drawn cart that was being used to collect the survivors of the battle. I was alive, but wounded. Someone lifted me off the ground, and into the cart – straight into his arms. And of course, that’s when I woke up.
3) I was standing on a terrace of a Mediterranean style villa, all white marble and deep, blue sea. There was a pod of white dolphins swimming under the cliff that the villa was perched on. He was behind my back, telling me something, but of course I can’t remember a single word. Then the dream switched to the next scene, which was our wedding day. Our parents were there (they looked nothing like my mom and dad, but I knew they were my parental units). There was also a simple cake and a bottle of some kind of spirit in a heavy crystal bottle with the year 1800 engraved on it. That was about it.
Reincarnation, a twin flame, a soul mate, just my imagination, my mom drinking too much schnapps when she was pregnant with me – your guess is as good as mine. I’m the kind of person who likes science and numbers and this is all a bit too far fetched for me. There were more dreams, but most are blurry and I can’t remember much. I do, however, know his voice, his smile, his mannerism. And yes, I'm perfectly aware of the fact that all of this could’ve easily been created by my own mind.
There are two things I know for sure, though. I haven’t met him, at least not in this lifetime, and he’s way too gorgeous for a human being. The only logical explanation is that he’s an alien or a vampire or a really weird, mutated gnome rejected by the predominantly ugly gnome society. Yeah, that totally makes sense. So if you see any of those around, please be a sweetheart and let me know.
