My favourite movie quote ever…

Well that’s an impossible task now isn’t it? Asking a movie-boff to pick ONE favourite movie quote is like asking a mother to chose a favourite child. So instead, I’ve chosen my top five, what are yours?

5. “Thank God for Rednecks” – Tallahassee, Zombieland (2009)

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4. ” If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy furniture and give the cat a name.” – Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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3. “Oh, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you” -Dennis, Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

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2.  “End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path… One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass… And then you see it…White shores… and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.” – Gandalf, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

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1. “Why do you keep using that word? I do not think it means what you think it means” – Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride (1987)

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My parents aren’t perfect

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Today’s topic for the #writersbootcamp is My Parents.

Although I often skip topics because I’m too busy, I must pause to write on this one. (I am also surprising myself by how personal this very impersonal blog is becoming).

I can say with full confidence that I have been utterly blessed in the parents that I have been given. My dad has dedicated his life to working hard to provide for us, even having to move 1000 kilometers away in order to do so. My dad was born in Scotland in 1953 and moved to South Africa at the young age of four years old. He’s nuts, but he has worked his way to the top of his field while teaching my sister and I that we are princesses who deserve only the best in life.

My mom is a saint. She was born on the East Rand of Johannesburg in 1961 to two saintly parents who gifted her with a love for God, which she has passed on to me. Nothing was too much for my mom when it came to providing for us. Between her and my dad they sacrificed so much for me, and when I started working in radio, they would wake up at 2 am with me to drive me to the studio 20 minutes away because I didn’t have a license, and then fetch me again at 4 am.

My parents aren’t perfect, but they have provided a platform for me to live my best life. No, they are not perfect, but they are perfect for me.

WANTED: Cashier…

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WANTED

Cashier for Checkers Riverside Centre, Rondebosch
Must have Matric
Remuneration: R3000 monthly.

 

My nametag tells you in black and white that I’m Candice, but who I really am is Candice Willemse from Belhar and I’m much more than the few minutes you spend at the till with me.

Before I was a cashier at Checkers, I worked as a cleaner in the Absa Building in Cape Town. It’s a fancy place with more than 30 floors, where lawyers and accountants and big managers come and go. I would spend most of my time making sure the mirrors in the five elevators shone, so that mister lawyer could make sure his tie was as straight as his shoelaces. Few people notice cleaners, we are kind of invisible, even when you’re stuck in a lift with one for 26 floors.

A cashier is less invisible, though maybe more mute. The people who flow through my till each day think all I say is “Do you want a plastic bag?” or “Cash or card?” really I have a lot more to say than that.

I like this job; I get to spend time analysing people. You can always tell what someone is like by their groceries. This one is a baker; see all the chocolate bars, flour and eggs. The one after is a health freak, buying nuts and fresh fruit. The old people always pay in cash while the students in the queue are either on their cell phones or talking loudly to one another about what happened on campus.

I wonder what campus is like. I’m 22, the same age as many of the students who buy their groceries at this store, but I couldn’t afford to study. I got my matric; it was a proud moment for my family. My sister and her husband, who I live with in Belhar, threw a small party for me when I graduated.  But the jobs I’ve managed to get since then, like this one, aren’t exactly mentally stimulating.

Of course I don’t want to be a cashier forever, but for now, it’s all my matric will get me. I am more than just the monotone beep of the scanner and the “cash or card?” I’m doing a computer course at our community centre to upskill myself.  I work one weekend a month, but when I’m not working I like to sketch some of the faces I come across during the week. You would know this about me, and more, if you made eye contact with me and used my name, so clearly printed on my nametag. But you don’t. You unpack your trolley of cans, milk, bread and dogfood, I scan them, you pay and leave and don’t give Candice a second thought.

My name is Candice Willemse from Belhar, and I’m much more than the few minutes you spend at the till with me.

 

This blogpost is a work of fiction and forms part of the #Writersbootcamp currently running for the month of July. 

 

I can’t live without…

This post is day 4 of the very fun and exciting #writersbootcamp

I can’t live without…

What a sad indictment on our society that there are certain material possessions we can’t live without. Not that I’m judging anyone, believe me I know that I can’t live without my IPhone or my coffee machine, I just need them to be a fully functioning human being.

So long as we don’t measure ourselves by how much we have, it’s fine. Here are a few things I can’t live without, what makes your list?

My books- whenever I move, my bookshelf is the first thing I populate, my books always make me feel at home

My perfume- Marc Jacobs Oh Lola for a fancy dinner, but if I’m going to the theatre, its Taylor Swifts Enchanted

My IPod- or music in general, especially if it’s the new Jason Lancaster, Passion Pit or Foo Fighters

My Car- or Optimus Prime, as I like to call her. Cars represent independence and freedom and mine just happens to be an adorable Kia Picanto

My family- Because life just wouldn’t be worthwhile without friends, family and love in our lives

 

My biggest fear is…

I don’t like today’s topic. I don’t like to give fear any weight or hold on my life, particularly given that I am a naturally anxious person. Also, this I find to be a very personal topic in today’s world, because many people put on the impression of bravado when actually they are just terrified of life.

I’m fearful of plenty of things, but I choose not to list or talk about them here, it’s not the space. But given that I don’t want to miss out on the joys of this blog-adventure that is #writersbootcamp I must write something.

What I will tell you is that I’m not fearful of the usual stuff like spiders and public speaking. Just remember one thing: never let fear stop you from living your life.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

My five favourite words are…

What are some of your favourite words?

What are some of your favourite words?

 

Day two of #Writersbootcamp and the topic is my five favourite words.

For those who aren’t wordsmiths, this can often appear to be a weird topic, for many, words are just utensils, tools to communicate a message. For those of us who make our living by words, they are much more than that. For me, it’s almost difficult to decide which my five favourite words are (in English or otherwise) but here is a tentative list, based on what the words connote:

Delicious- The smell of freshly baked Tarte Tartin? That is deeelish

Hope-No matter how dark it may get, there is always…

Compassion- At the heart of it, we are all human and we all deserve compassion (except maybe Hitler, he was pretty bad)

Adventure- Because you only have one life, live it now.

Radio- Because radio is what I live to do.

 

So there you have it, I’ve definitely left some good words out, what are some of your favourites?

 

Even if you know me well, you don’t know this

My Gran used to let me type away on her old typewriter

My Gran used to let me type away on her old typewriter

 

This is generally a book-and-music review blog, but I can’t resist a good movement, which I think the #Writersbootcamp which begins today, is.

So, what is it that you don’t know about me, bearing in mind that I avoid bumping into myself in this blog as much as possible. So far you know that I read extensively and enjoy off-the-beaten-track music.

I think the number one thing that most people don’t know about me is that (like most writers I suppose) I’m working on a book.

I haven’t ever told anyone that (except my fiancé and he’s very forgetful so I’d bank on the fact that even he doesn’t know) but I like to live by the phrase “everyone has a story to tell” and it’s a kind of scary thing to put out on the blogosphere (and then Twitter). Drawing from my background in politics, I hope that my story will explore South African life post-1994, and it’s all based on my own experiences (again the phrase “write what you know”).

What inspired me to write the book is my Grandmothers old type writer which she used to let me play on. I still have the very first collection of stories I ever clunked out on that machine, illustrated by my sister of course, even though my Grandmother is long gone, her inspiration and belief in my abilities has always stayed with me.

So, even if you know me well, you don’t know this. (But now you do)