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  1. Taryn takes on Hong Kong: 20 things I’m going to miss about SA

    March 25, 2012 by Taryn Tibble

    So now that the decision is made, and I’m waiting for visa paperwork, let’s talk about the things in SA I’m going to miss! South Africa is truly an amazing country, and probably the most amazing country in the world. I was very fortunate to have come to this realisation at a very young age, and I doubt I’ll ever leave South Africa permanently. My blood will always be green and gold, and I will always be a Pretoria meisie at heart!

    1. Pretoria – I love this city. I’ve only lived here for 2 years but I’ve had both the best and worst experiences here. I wish I’d moved here sooner, because I’ve always been a Pretoria girl at heart. Nowhere else can you drink a double Klippies and Cola for R20, and nowhere else is there such a mix of people, and yeah, okay, nowhere else are there as many Blue Bulls fans. I’m even going to miss them!
    2. My Mom & Dad – my parents have been my rock for nearly 25 years. They’re amazing. I’d be nothing without them. I hope to bring them out to visit as soon as I can.
    3. My brother & sister – I’ve only really had a relationship with them for the last couple years. For those of you who don’t know, they’re kids from my Dad’s first marriage, but they’re as close to me (and I to them) as siblings who grew up together.
    4. My baby sister, @mymanic_and_i (god, I wish you’d change that handle!) – I think I may kill her before the year is out for all the crap she’s getting up to in Grahamstown, but I love the kid to pieces, and she is definitely going to have to come visit me in Hong Kong!
    5. Pretoria’s music scene – there is nothing like being able to drive 10min down the road on most nights of the week, to be able to see a gig. It may not always be a huge act, but you’d be surprised the gems you discover The boys from @VanSmithBand for instance, blew my mind at Grafters Tavern a couple weeks ago. I didn’t know they exist, but I had such a good time listening to them, or @ChristiaanKrit (please check out his awesome new Video while you’re wondering who he is.
    6. @TuksFM1072 – I’m not entirely sure this one counts. I will be blessed in Hong Kong with city-wide Wifi for something ridiculous like R40/month, so I can listen to TuksFM whenever I want! (I should try convince them to change “Breakfast in Japan” to “Breakfast in Hong Kong” just for me :P )
    7. Braaivleis en Branewyn – I admit that the whole braaing thing was wasted on me, until recently. I haven’t (again, until recently)  eaten a steak in 10 years, but once I made the decision to move, I realised that I’m going to struggle to find a good steak in Hong Kong, and climbed right in! I’m not the biggest Brandy drinker, I think in this instance, it’s just a case of our culture. Give me a Jack Daniels before you give me Klippies, thanks!
    8. Kruger National Park – I’m a real bush-baby! I love how we can just drive a few minutes or a few hours and be out, in the bush, in nature. Nothing else beats that!
    9. Afrikaans – “Praat afrikaans of hou jou bek”
    10. The random stuff we say – South Africans have the most awesome way of speaking! I can’t wait to see the first look of “HUH?” when I say “now now” to someone! Check out Shit South Africans say via @RWRant if you don’t believe me
    11. Condense milk tart, cremora tart, koeksisters – Saffas make the best desserts and the best sweets! I love our local noms!
    12. SA Wine – that aussie stuff is okay, but it’s not as good as ours!
    13. On that note – SA Beer! Nobody else in the world makes decent beer!
    14. Our pub culture – sure, Hong Kong has Brits, Aussies and Kiwis, and they’re all big fans of pubs, but nothing beats a South African pub! Why? Because I say so!
    15. Amazing friends  – specifically @whisperdscream, @tyronlsa, , @hennokruger , @baasdebeer , @swhams , @kierryng , and @justinleephotos. These tweeps have kept me going, kept me entertained, seen me drunk, seen me laugh (because they make me laugh), and listened to me rant, and whine! I love these guys to bits, and plan on shipping every single one of them out to visit me at one stage or another.
    16. Open spaces – you think Joburg is busy? HA! We have more open space, and breathing space (as well as breathable air) than any of you can even begin to imagine! Best you be grateful!
    17. Cheap cigarettes – a packet of Malboros is around R50 a packet. Guess I’m quitting.
    18. Arguing about sports – I’m not sure I’m going to be able to argue with the Aussies about sports, I might kill them. I’d rather take on a Bulls supporter than a bloody Wallaby anyday.
    19. Our amazing tourism sector – as excited as I am to travel the Far East, our country still has some of the most amazing sights to see, and it’s reasonably cheap and accessible.
    20. SA Weather – Hong Kong is very much a maritime climate, with 80% humidity, and it never gets colder than about 15 during winter. That makes proper winter clothes mildly pointless! SA has gorgeous summers, mild winters (but not so mild that you may as well chuck out your boots) and it is just generally the most comfortable place to live!

     

    All of that being said, I am looking forward to the move, I really am, and I hope to see you all in Hong Kong!

    Much love kids!

     

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  2. Taryn takes on Hong Kong: The Decision

    March 20, 2012 by Taryn Tibble

    I’ve just realised that I haven’t taken a moment to blog about my Hong Kong adventure. I haven’t even taken off (or got my visa) but it’s already an adventure.

    Everyone who hears the news asks “Why Hong Kong?” and to be honest I do not know. I guess it came down to visas in the end, and where Flight Centre allowed me to move to. Oddly, it used to be a joke between a friend and I, and I often threw my hands in the air, and said “fuck this, I’m buggering off to Hong Kong” and while I was in Cape Town, I decided to go through with it.

    I don’t know what made me decide to go through with it. I don’t know if it was just general frustration with life in SA, or in Pretoria, or my gypsy tendencies, or the desire to run away from someone who kept breaking my heart. I genuinely don’t know, but I’m glad I made the decision to do it. I don’t regret it for a second. Yes, I’m going to miss 5 of the most amazing friends I’ve ever had, who I love to the ends of the earth, but they’ll be there whether I’m in the next suburb or two continents over. Yes, I’m going to miss my folks, but there is Skype for a reason, and they’ll be able to call me whenever they want, or text and email (I’m going to have to get my mom an email account and a Smartphone!)

    My friends have been the rock in my little ocean of terror the last couple weeks. They were there when I made the decision, there for me when I had my interviews and even there when I got the email with an offer of employment. My friends are also the only people on earth who could convince me to stay (not that they would). They’ve been amazing, and I love them dearly! I can’t begin to thank them enough, and it’s a kindness I will forever be grateful for. Tyron, HK, Princess, Baas and Tam, if you’re reading this, you guys have been amazing, and I love you to pieces.

    “What about that guy you mentioned?” you ask? Well, let’s face it. I can’t base decisions on a maybe. He could ask me to stay, and part of me wishes he would, just so that I can know he truly cares, but I know he won’t risk the rejection. I love him, I do, but love isn’t enough. Love isn’t stability, or commitment, or anything that I would need to stay in SA. Maybe one day, maybe, but today, it’s not meant to be.

    Am I running away? No. I’m not running away. I LOVE my life in SA, I love Pretoria. I love my job. I’m genuinely happy with life as it is right now. This isn’t running from, but running to. I spent 5 years with Kobus, and I wasted SO many opportunities to live and work overseas because I thought he was the One. I’m 24, I have no commitments, and right now, I feel that if I don’t do this, I’m going to regret it. I often say “Rather regret the things you’ve done, than the things you haven’t.

    So where to from here? I’m busy waiting for my visa paperwork to be processed, and hopefully I can fly out in a couple weeks – flights are reserved for the 26th of April and my going away pencilled in for the the 20th of April. I’ve taken leave from the 20th to the 30th. Here’s holding thumbs that my visa is sorted out quickly!

    Alright peeps, lots of love, and hopefully I can update you on my Hong Kong adventure soon!

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  3. Diary of a Festival Virgin

    February 14, 2012 by Taryn Tibble

    Coming from a small town, live music is not something I’ve been really exposed to. It has only been in recent years that live, good, SA music has been performing in Nelspruit, and to be honest, I’ve never had someone to go with so I’ve never bothered. Nelspruit isn’t like Pretoria where you can pitch up at a pub or club on your own, and find someone to hang out with, or invariably someone you know. In Nelspruit you know everyone, and they know you – it doesn’t necessarily mean you want to buy them a beer! Also I haven’t had the privilege of having some really great friends who live in my phone (yes, people, I’m referring to twitter). I was saying to @hennokruger on Saturday night that if it wasn’t for twitter, I’d probably not have made friends, and I’d still be a crazy hermit cat-lady.

    I’ve lived in Pretoria on and off for nearly two years now, and I’ve never been to a concert/mini-festival. I know, you’re probably reading that sentence and your chin has just hit the desk. Don’t worry, I get it. I’m a bit of a freak. That being said, I can now say I’ve popped my “live music” cherry.

    Early this year, while I was on holiday in the Cape (first holiday in 3 years, no wonder I felt like a granny!), I bought myself RAMFest tickets (and one for a friend who is a HUGE In Flames fan, and it’s his birthday at the end of Feb) and I bought myself and one of my (I realise this now) only female friends a ticket to Campus Invasion at Hatfield Square.  I didn’t quite put two and two together that “Campus Invasion” is also over Rag weekend. In hindsight, this was not smart of me – but hey! I’m not required to be smart all the time, sometimes I am allowed to be a pretty face!

    After watching Liverpool lose to Man U (yes, they got their revenge for the FA Cup match the previous week), as stoked as I was for Campus Invasion, all I really wanted to do was drown my sorrows. I quickly realised how hot it was, and how busy the Square was, and put that idea on the backburner. After hooking up with @hennokruger and @baasdebeer, my friends @kierrynG, Sarah, Trevor and I ran around the Square drinking in the sights and sounds, before heading off to Aandklas for a much deserved beer! After running into a few people I knew there, we basically just decided to hang around and wait for KONGOS to start. A quick mission to the main stage later, and a few chance encounters with friends later, I found myself quite happily lying on the ground, head in @baasdebeer’s lap, waiting for things to happen. A short trip to our awesome VIP box (read: Sandwich Baron right next to the stage, where they put a fan out for us) and the show began. One of the things which impressed me the most was that KONGOS (as well as EVERY other band that night) not only sound the same as their albums (not like every overseas band who are so autotuned their music bear no resemblance to their actual voices), they actually rocked harder! I loved KONGOS, it was nice to see a band live, and know all the words. I can’t say the same for Van Coke Kartel or Bittereinde (actually, I take my hat off to the guys in the crowd who kept up with Bittereinder! They are so loud, and rap so quickly I could barely understand let alone sing along!). Die Heuwels Fantasties were also exceptional! It’s actually very difficult to pick an act who impressed me the most!

    KONGOS were good, but I was disappointed, but I may have hyped them in my head! I found that I wasn’t driven to get up and dance, or sing along (except to You Must Be Joking) or run out and jam with the rest of the crowd. I do think that for me, personally, they are more of a studio band, and not so much a live act. I came home from work this afternoon, hopped onto Soundcloud and listened to them again. I didn’t find I loved them any less, but I did find that I definitely enjoyed sitting behind my laptop bopping my head to the song more than I enjoyed their live show.

    Bittereinder was fantastic. I’ve been a Yesterday’s Pupil fan for some time, and seeing the guys live and getting to see Peach in action was quite cool. The energy onstage was electric, the sound quite fresh, and Jaco blew my mind! I thought I spoke fast, but I doubt even if I knew all the words to their songs, that I could keep up! I was a bit let down that they didn’t do “Slechte Mensen” or “Tale of Three Cities”, but it’s understandable – the songs are collabs, and they performed alone. I’m completely fluent in Afrikaans, but even I struggled to keep up with what was being rapped. It takes skill to keep up that tempo and rap in a language that isn’t always the most soft and fluid, and for that I commend them.

    Next up was Die Heuwels Fantasties. Of all the bands, these guys I’ve known about and listened to the longest. Pierre was such fun to watch perform, he didn’t stand still for a moment, and they played all the favourites. Again, generally a band I like to listen to when I’m sitting at my desk working, but I really enjoyed their live performance. I found myself bopping around to the beat, and humming along. They finally caught my attention with “Pille vir Kersfees” to which I sang along with everyone else, danced around like a teenager and generally went a bit crazy. It’s cliché, but it is my favourite Heuwels song, so that was an AWESOME way to end off a set!

    Van Coke Kartel was up next, and even though I’ve heard a few tracks on MK, and I’ve always enjoyed their music, I wouldn’t call myself a knowledgeable fan. I knew a few of the choruses, but I wasn’t quite on the level with the rest of the crowd that I could sing along to every single song. That being said, their performance was amazing, Francois and Jedd both seemed to channel Angus Young on stage – they would not stand still! Francois even went so far as to do a bit of crowd surfing! My favourite track on their set list that night was easily “Dis ‘n Land”.

    Who was my favourite, you ask? It’s tough, but I think that Bittereinder impressed me the most. They are still reasonably new (especially compared to Francois van Coke who has been on the scene for well over 6years).

    That all being said, it was a fantastic experience! Not only was it a fantastic night spent with friends, but I had the most fantastic time enjoying the live music, and being exposed to some of the most talented musicians in our fair RSA! I was blown away by the stage presences of the bands, and the fact that our SA bands are truly talented, and not the product of a computer and a really good producer! In fact, now that I’ve been listening to the CDs I have of the bands who played, I actually think (save KONGOS) all the bands were better on stage than on their albums. This absolutely blew me away, as I am quite used to hearing a CD, loving it, and then seeing a live show (normally on VH1 or MTv or the like) and being disappointed by the fact that this person who I love can not sing! That was not the case on Saturday, as all the bands could not only play their instruments, and play them well, but they could sing, and perform.

    In short, I think I will definitely be spending a lot more time at gigs, and in clubs. Hopefully, the next time I go to a concert, we won’t get kicked out of the pub because the cops are raiding the area!

    Peace out kiddies! Until next time!

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  4. The heart wants what the brain knows it shouldn’t have

    January 31, 2012 by Taryn Tibble

    This song has plagued me for 2 days now. It’s all I can listen to, I already know all the words, and the funniest thing is it isn’t even my usual style of music, but the words really stuck with me – and I think they reflect my state of mind.

    Gym Class Heroes: “My heart’s a stereo; it beats for you so listen close”.

    It all started as a harmless flirtation via DM, a hook up on New Years and … well, here we are, a month later, and you seem to have bought real estate in my mind.

    You screw with my mind. Over and over again. Try as I might I can’t stop it. What you said to me on New Years got under my skin, the words took on corporeal form and dug their claws into my skin, worked their way up my arms, and straight into my heart where they’ve taken up permanent residence. You told me to ignore it, that you were drunk, yet your words stay.

    You know how I feel, and you know who I am. You know how scared I am and you know how I obsess, yet you do it anyway. I should be held accountable too – I let you do it. I could tell you to stop, but frankly I like the attention. I’m a big girl, I can admit that. Secretly I hope that you’ll come to your senses and you’ll realise that I’m sitting there, waiting for you to stop being as scared as I am, and to realise that maybe you do have feelings for me, and you would like to give “us” a try.

    You woke me up on Sunday morning. You drunk dialled me at 6am. Now THAT screwed with my head. I ran the conversation over in my head, reread the whatsapp messages, and can’t get the sound of your voice out of my head. You made my heart soar and sink all at the same time, because a small part of me realised what I am to you – even though you’ve assured me I’m not. I realised that I’m going to be a conquest, you’re going to “love and leave me”, and I’m not sure I can deal with that. I expressed this concern, and you told me I will never be that girl. How do you know? How can you know? The words you spoke hit me in the deepest part of my soul, and I began to think about the walls you’ve built up around yourself, and how hard I would have to work to break those down. I don’t want to wait until you’re drunk for you to trust me or for you to speak to me, I don’t want to have to work so hard to be a part of your life. Don’t misunderstand me, we speak every day, you make me laugh, we share something very personal to both of us, but I don’t know. I feel like we share these little moments and then spend days treading on eggshells around each other, trying to escape the obvious.

    It’s childish. We’re not in high school. I wish this would just stop.

    I wish that we could play open cards with each other. I wish we could both just be honest.

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  5. So long … and thanks for all the fish.

    December 30, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    It’s so strange when 10 years of your life come to an end. It happens as most things do – gradually and then suddenly and then you realise that nothing is beginning the same again.

    It happened very differently from what I expected. There was no fight, or bang. It’s as though we’ve fallen off each other’s radars. The realization came when I tried to tell you about my promotion and 10 days later and don’t think you’ve responded, let alone congratulate me. Part of me is happy because part of me is free of the self-pitying and self-doubts that came with your friendship and the feeling of inferiority that came with comparing myself to you. Part of me is glad; part of me has never felt good enough next to you because I don’t have a cool boyfriend or a cool job and I’m not as tall and skinny or as pretty. Frankly I’m so glad to be over that.

    The other part of me grieves for us. 10 years is a long time, and to be thrown away so trivially, seems to be a slap in the face.

    I grieve for the loss for the loss of my best friend … but at the same time I don’t.

    Maybe soon, I’ll be able to really convey the way I feel. One day.

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  6. Learning To Never Love

    October 11, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    You get over a relationship … but sometimes you don’t get over why the relationship ended. In my case, I was never told why the relationship ended, but 8 months down the line, I’m starting to piece together a web of 5 years worth of lies, betrayal, adultery, and dishonesty, and I can safely tell you this: I may be over him, but what he did to me will take years to heal. That’s another story, for another day, which I don’t care to recount. Not tonight, not ever. It’s safe to say that this will stay with me forever, and one of the biggest scars I will carry around is this: cynicism.

    I’ve always been cynical, but this last week, I’ve discovered just how much, and just how bad it’s become. If you have ever watched Practical Magic (that cheesy 90s chick flick with Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman) you will recall a little Sally Owens casting a true love spell – not to find love, but to ensure she never gets hurt the way her mom did (who died of a broken heart at the tragic passing of her husband as per the family curse). When that movie came out, and when I watched it recently (recent being somewhere between 2006 and 2010) I thought she was stupid – who wouldn’t want the magic of falling in love? Now I know exactly why she did it. Would you like to know why? Here we go: love is a myth. Love doesn’t exist. Not that kind of love anyway. There is no such thing as true love. Yes, you love your parents, parents love their kids, but I no longer believe in true love. That reason is why I made myself a promise earlier this week. It was a simple promise, but a promise I will forever keep: I will never feel the pain of falling in love ever again.

    That leads me to my next point: I will never marry, I will never have kids. I say this for two reasons: one being the above, and the other being that I do not believe in marriage. If it should happen that I break my first rule, and end up in a long-term, committed, faithful (okay, here I go again, believing in fairytales! Nobody commits, nobody stays faithful! It’s all a Goddamn fallacy invented by greeting card companies and Shakespeare). Cynicism aside, I have an excellent reason (or three) to not want to be married. Firstly, I don’t want to be tied down to someone too much; if I smell a rat, I want to be able to run far, and fast. Second, I don’t believe in any particular religion, so the religious part of a marriage is just a waste of my time. Thirdly, legally speaking, I don’t feel like I need more than a few contracts to protect myself and my assets to be with someone. I also strongly object to having to have a piece of paper to consider myself with someone, and for me to know I am going to spend and make my life with someone. I think it’s the anarchist in me who totally objects to the idea of being told I’m something – in this case “and I pronounce you man and wife”. Don’t misunderstand me, there will be legal protection in the form of division of assets contracts etc (I’m not a lawyer, I don’t know all the lingo), and should there come a child from this long-term union (unlikely, I’ve spent way too much time trying to avoid having a period, I’ve messed up my chances of ever having a fertile uterus ever again, so we can safely say that should never happen), that child will be legally protected. Oh, and the surname, let’s not forget the scandals caused by surnames of children born out of wedlock. If that so happens, that child will have both our surnames, and when we decide he is old enough to choose, he can. He can take mine, or his father’s. I however, will always be a Tibble. I will honour the only man in the world I can trust, and I will forever be a Tibble. My name will die with me, but I will never change it. I have spent 24 years as a Tibble, that’s not going to change. I will not dishonour the only 2 people in the world I can 100% trust by giving that up.

    This has also taught me a little something about trust: I trust too much, and too easily. It has taught me to remove trust from all situations, treat everyone as though they are not worthy of trust, and if they by some miracle earn some form of trust from me, it will be fragile, or it will given on a day-to-day basis. In fact, I just think that I won’t be trusting at all any time soon. The people I thought I could trust: all liars. I’ve found comfort in strange things and strange places, but for the most part, nobody is worth opening yourself up to, and having them drive a knife through your heart. Not now, not ever. The people who were supposed to be on my side? Those ones? Yeah, not so much. I guess that’s my mistake, my fault for trusting people. Never again.

    All I know is, I will never love again, I will never trust. Not today, not ever. Oh, and don’t come with that “when you meet the right man it will all change crap”. It won’t, because I have no intention of meeting the right man, I have no intention of forming that bond with anyone, ever ever again. I’d rather die alone, with my cats, than with a broken heart. Well … I guess that’s me. I’ve actually run out of angry things to say, and to write. It doesn’t mean I’m not angry anymore. Fuck knows I am, but I just can’t anymore. I just want to put these feelings in a box, shut it, tape it closed, possibly encase it in a ton of concrete and drop it down the Marina’s Trench. That should keep me going.

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  7. When Little Girls Grow Up

    August 5, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    There comes a day in everyone’s life when you realise “holy smoke, I’m getting old”. My moment came over the weekend when my baby sister (@youlendree_xD) had her matric farewell. This struck me for two reasons: my farewell was 6 years ago, and that little girl was 3 years old when I first clapped eyes on her. Little did I know the role she would play in my life.

    My little girl is all growed up! My little girl is no longer little, and I can no longer refer to her as my “baby” sister. Well, I shouldn’t but I may just continue. My mom always says that she will be 90 in the shade, I’ll be married with kids, and I’ll still be her baby, so I can safely say the same applies here! My little girl is no longer tiny, and scrawny and doesn’t spend her time wrapped around her mom’s waist like a monkey (yes, we’re still going to call you monkey!) . She is no longer unable to read, to count, to spell. Instead, she has grown into a beautiful girl: capable, intelligent, and unique. She has achieved a degree of insight and enlightenment that I am yet to in my “old age”, and I often wonder where she gets it from, or from whom. I often struggle to wrap my head around the things this little girl thinks, and I often wonder what sometimes goes through her head, but I like to console myself with the thought that that she is no longer little and she doesn’t need me to think for her – that by 18, she is more than capable of thinking her own thoughts, and she is more than capable of getting herself out of (and into) trouble. I still try to remind her of what is right and what is wrong, but sometimes it doesn’t work, and that’s okay too, she will make mistakes, and short of having to bail her out of prison (sorry kid, you’re on your own – I’m broke) I’ll always be there to pick up the pieces as I have been for the last 15 years.

    Next year, she is off to Rhodes, to start the life of an adult. She will be studying Journalist at Rhodes. This is not something I agree with, but such is life – your kids and kid-sisters aren’t always going to do things you agree with, and it is our responsibility to let them go out into the world and become the people they are going to become. This is what I imagine mothers feel like: hoping you’ve got it right, hoping they’ll make you proud. Actually, just hoping they don’t fuck it up royally – pride is a bonus! I have no doubt that she will make me proud, because besides growing up, she has grown up well. She has become someone for me to be proud of, and someone I want to continue to be proud of. She has grown from this little girl who used to sit in my room and listen patiently for hours while I read Harry Potter to her (in the middle of winter, with bronchitis, but I read nonetheless), who eventually grew old enough to read to herself, and who eventually grew old enough to read and understand what is going on around her. This is the little girl who used to walk down the street with me, hand in hand, and be oblivious to the stares and gawkers (if you haven’t yet gone to look at her twitter or scrolled down to see the photo, I’m white, she’s Indian) and in spite of it all, grow up to be a well-adjusted little girl with friends from every race, every background, and to love them all equally. This little girl is the girl who used to sit with me and help me with homework, and I swear she understood my maths more than I ever did. This is the little girl I used to give grammar and vocabulary lessons to, who has surpassed her teacher in both fields and knows the meaning of more words than I do, at age 24.

    Maybe the time has come, my dearest little baby sister, to stop calling you a little girl. You are no longer little, nor are you a little girl. You have grown into a beautiful, young woman with the world waiting at her feet. May you grow even more and find whatever your heart desires, be it love, success, wealth, family or anything you fancy. My dearest young lady, now is the time for you to stretch your wings, and to fly. Stretch them wide, broaden your horizons, and grow into the person I know you will be, and the person I will continue to love with all my heart, and I will forever continue to be proud of.

    Some Photos From The Matric Farewell
    I never get to do fun things in Photoshop, so I decided to use this opportunity to have a bit of a laugh with some of the photos

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  8. Dear 13 year old Taryn

    July 15, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    Ten Years Ago I was on the cusp of turning 14, in a nice, normal public high school.

    * In 10 years time, you will be a travel agent. You will be indifferent to this, some days you’ll love it, other days you will want to reach through the phone and strangle your client with their own innards. This passion is what make you successful.

    *In 10 years time, you will realise that you don’t know everything. I promise you, that’s okay. You just keep thinking you’re the bee’s knees, and it will do you well.

    *Ignore the people who tease you, they aren’t worth it!

    *Learn to appreciate your mother. She really does care and she really is a good mom.

    *You will fall in love, he will break your heart into a million pieces and you will refuse to let go. Somehow you will, but he will always be a part of you, you will always love him.

    *Those piercings and tattoos – you will get them. You will love them. Everyone else will think you’re mad but you will love it!

    *You will have issues. You will make peace with this.

    *In the 10 years from now, you will try kill yourself. You will also find the balls to pull yourself out of that slump, on your own, stop cutting yourself and be happy.

    *You will love photography! You will live for it! You will find friends in the field who will teach you and help you grow.

    *You will, by the time you’re 24, have 2 friends left from school. The rest you will have met online. this is cool. this is not weird or scary. You will join Twitter. This is the way everyone makes friends when you’re 24.

    *You will like weird music and movies. Embrace it.

    *You will learn that at one stage or another, everyone leaves you, but that’s also okay. You’ll slowly learn to stick it out.

    *You will move. A lot. This will eventually suit you.

    Above all, you will learn to live, love and learn. You will laugh, you will cry, you will experience things, you will do stupid things but you will grow into a woman who, as you are now, at 13, you will admire. You will be loyal, you will be true, you will be kind and unselfish, and while you don’t appreciate it now, other people do – let those people in.

    And lastly – never change for another person. You were born to be who you are, nobody can take that away from you unless you give it away willingly. Don’t do it, your Mother raised better than that.

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  9. I Wish

    July 12, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    I wish there was an A-Z of how to get over someone. I just wish there was a manual.

    You were my world for 5 years, and over 6 months (and for you about 3 girls) later you still are.

    I wish someone had a clear-cut way to tell me how to get over you.

    It hurts me so much that you’ve moved on (and on and on) because it shows how little I meant to you.

    It hurts me to find out about your lies. It hurts that the happy memories I have of us are slowly being replaced by doubt and second-guessing.

    I’ve tried everything. I’m not strong enough. I don’t know how to get over you.

    I’m starting to think that I may love you forever, and you will never care about me. Maybe you never did.

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  10. Dear Stupid Ex Boyfriend

    July 8, 2011 by Taryn Tibble

    Dear Lying Ex Boyfriend I’m Still Trying to Be Friends With

    I should have known. How could I be so stupid? You do this to me every single time. It’s not your fault, you’re a liar, that’s what you are and that will never change. It’s a pity, because I have such fond memories of our relationship and slowly you’re ruining those.

    Did you think I wouldn’t find out? It’s a small town, and you seem thick enough to parade her around in the mall I work in – knowing full and well I’m here late on Friday nights. Really? Are you that thick?

    What I don’t get is what I did to deserve being lied to? Really? Was I that bad a girlfriend? Except for one little fuck up I was loyal to you like nobody had ever been. I would have done anything you wanted me to do. I ran around behind you like a puppy dog because I loved you so much.

    Don’t misunderstand me, I want you to be happy, because I still love you and I will do for a very long time. I just don’t want you to lie to me. I was fine with the last girl you dated. I made peace with it in my own little way – why lie to me about this one?

    I just want to have happy memories of what we had? Can’t you understand that? Now, instead I sit and question where you were when you weren’t with me? Who you were with when you weren’t with me.

    Your reaction to my “oh is this pretty thing the girlfriend you told me you don’t have?” leads me to believe that she doesn’t know who you are. She doesn’t know what you’re capable of and you’ve probably been telling her all sorts of things, with the idea of still being able to get into my pants. Tell me something: when we made out about three weeks ago, were you dating her then?

    I don’t hate you. I want you to be happy. I just wish you knew how to do that without lying.

    My eternal, undying devotion.

    Your Ex Girlfriend

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