• Don’t Kiss me Kate

    When I was but a leetle princess, I didn`t have many role models. Granted, growing up with the FPU you didn`t need many role models. She was a force to be reckoned with on her own. However, like most kids growing up I looked up to certain people. I wanted to emulate them, be like them, be them. All of these role models were (somewhat predicactbly) celebrities musicians, actors, etc. More unpredictably though, all my role models were male. Krisma Boet and I totally idolised the A-team. They were cool. They fought for justice. They blew stuff up. In a close second was McGuyver. I remember Krisma Boet locking me…

  • Dear Cosmopolitan

    Dear Cosmopolitan (November Issue), I wanted to write and let you know that, despite all attempts on your part, I am ok. Admittedly it was touch and go for a while there…but for the most part, I have emerged from reading this issue relatively unscathed. To be honest, you really had me running the gauntlet with this one. For a moment there, I thought I wasn`t going to make it luckily for me though, I had a copy of Noseweek to keep me grounded. It was like the elixir of life, I tell you. It was a great attempt though…and you nearly had me reduced to a sniveling, paranoid, neurotic…

  • MeBack

    I’m feeling a bit like the Great Gatsby lately. You know what I mean…kind of like I’m watching the party (circus) that is my life take place from a distance. And while I`m watching the jugglers, the clowns, the occasional scuffle amongst people trying to play circus master or ringleader in my life and the acrobats tumbling back and forth, I`m feeling very detached. Almost aloof. Emotionally…it`s not a bad thing per se. I`m feeling good, but I know what`s happening (once again, in a very detached way). I`m a bit bored with things at the moment…the routine of life. A dangerous place to be for the Princess, but it…