Into the hands of fate

Getting into the US has changed a lot since last I went. Now, VISA applications have a mandatory interview session.

Your application has to include:

• Your current employer's letter of appointment
• A letter from your contractor in the US explaining why you're needed in the US
• 6 months worth of payslips
• 3 months worth of bank statements
• Any lease information with regards to your current residence
• 3 2"x2" colour photos
• ... and R720
• Dare I say: Penis measurements? Who knows what happens in these sessions!

At first, the only available interview appointment date was the 7th of June. People die and get buried in under a weeks time, yet to book an interview is going to take 3 weeks?! Talk about beareaucracy! Its all artificial security IMO.

On top of that, I've been trying to apply for internet banking. 4 days later, it might actually work. I've faxed branches with updated personal details, shown them my new ID number, phoned their call center 3 times. Wow. Customer Service in this country rocks, but we all know that already.

In other news...

Looks like blogger are really pulling up their socks. Rock on adaptive path! Guess I should finally put more work into my blogspot blog.

This entry dedicated to...

...someone you don't know. You rock poo. I posted about wholesome people, wondering where they are, and there she is, right under my nose. (She is kinda short :P)

I want the best for her, I want to see her excell, I want her to smile. Oh boy can she smile, she makes me tickle inside :) She is natural, beautifully timid like a wild deer. I think she's trapped in her mind though, and it hurts me to see her that way. I want to take a can opener and peel away the now hardened tin shell, exposing the wonderfulness inside. I know its there, there are hints. She goes thru life, saying shes happy, but I know she hurts. I want to comfort her. I want to be her bastion of security. Open your eyes!

Now its eating me up that I have to leave her nameless. I'd happily tell the world how much I love her, but thats not fair on her. I don't think she feels the same way about me. I've always gone thru life like that, totally devoted to someone who wouldn't even think the same about me. I think its great, but it hurts at times.

Anyway, did some reading into chinese astrology. Turns out I'm a goat. After reading the description I was pleasantly surprised at how well it fits me. A cancerian goat. A cancerian goat moon child.

I wish I was the sk8r boi, but I don't want Avril Lavigne, she's wrong.

My place of serenity is only a place that I know of. Its an aura of love, love from the earth itself. I feel complete in the speckled shadows of its life-giving branches. When I run through the shadows, the sun flashes between the leaves, in that moment, I am alive. All around, there is a glow of peace, fulfillment.

I could play in the tree all day, swinging from overhangs upside down and never fear falling, cos here you just float. At night you can lie in the bows, head resting against the trunk and listen to the marsupial folk go about their nocturnal playfulness. You don't need sleep here cos you're constantly dreaming. Sometimes it feels like this is the only tree in the jungle and I wonder if my tree is lonely. With a trunk so strong and leaves bristling with vitality its evident that all is well.

Everyday our two trees move closer together. The branches reach out to the sun, and one another. Two steeples of security, with arms encircling. I play in my tree, you in yours. We don't notice the closing of the distance. Our trees see the value in that closeness, yet we're too distracted feeling gees swinging from the branches. For the first time, our eyes cross. You're shy yet playful. I'm totally curious. I chase you thru the branches, you enjoy the attention. Pretty soon, I'm not even in my own tree anymore. But my tree is not mine, its ours. I'm clambering up what used to be yours. Its great, I'm beaming from ear to ear! The trees are smiling too, because in this moment, everything is perfect.