Pineapple Express

There were some nicely cut up chunks of pineapple in the fridge packed neatly in a container I bought from Pick 'n Pay. Thinking I'd better eat it before it went bad, I decided to take it to work to eat for breakfast yesterday.

Though... yesterday the trains messed up and I was almost late for work. Just just made it in time with a quick jog. So I didn't eat breakfast at work. The pineapples, as suspected, went a bit in an uproar and screamed "EAT US before we go sour!".
But lo and behold, a little juice leaked out into my backpack whilst I was running to work.
So my backpack's aroma changed into this horrible hobo pineapple beer odor throughout the time of day...

I got home, unpacked my stuff and then needed to whisk off a few suburbs away to fetch medicine for my flatmate, taking the backpack with because I needed to do some shopping as well when I return.
Climbing into the cab, the guy asked "where are we off to?" and I wanted to reply with "To infinity and Beyond!!" but didn't... :(
Pinelands, I said instead.

I couldn't smell the bag then... but standing outside the doctor's house waiting for him, the backpack in the taxi probably grilled the odor some more...

Then on my way back to Cape Town City, I stopped at the Gardens centre to buy something to eat, like hot cross buns (ah... The city life!), but stopped in by Clicks to buy myprodols.  Standing in that queue for medicine I could smell myself with the strange hobo aroma. It was so embarrassing, but had to get pain tablets...
2 x 30 packets of myprodol, because you know... "I'm a drunk".

Stood really awkward in the queue with that backpack. Lol X_X so sad.
Then off to PnP again. Bought hotdogs over the counter and asked questions like "When was this made? Why is it ON the counter and not behind the glass? Is there something wrong with it?"
The lady looked at me as if I'm a... You guessed it, a drunk.
The smell didn't help either.

Then off to Woolworths for those hot cross buns. Stood in another long queue. The lady in front of me kept on glancing in my direction. As if to say "Get away from my two boys, you vagrant!!". Hiss and sneer...
Or maybe it is my imagination, but why does my nose itch? :/

Then after that, to the KFC where all the hard working drunks go to buy chicken. I fit right in, you see...?


Pineapple... you won...

YESH!!

Live, love, believe

Words he once reminded, reminisces of a lost emotion.
 
One day the moon will shift aside and the sun shines comfortable enough for two to see each other.

She sees a man who only reveals himself to little and he sees a light he wants to follow at the end of his night.

It is hard to come close to this man.  Not because he is not attracted to her or because he doesn't want her, it is really because he is self centered.  Not meant in the slightest like egotistical or spoiled men, but being self absorbed because they are unaware of what being totally awakened really means.
It is hard for him to self surrender because it makes him feel undisciplined.  He is not going to chase after her, but he is not going to run from her either.  What she can do for this man is make him aware of what makes the world turn for others.

They see each other clearly right from the beginning considering they are both from the Earth.  They are both level headed and will have similar goals in life.  She is comforting and he will love her sweet voice.  He is gentle and has a very clear way of the things he says albeit others might not understand him. They will rarely irritate another.  What is going to hit him is the comfort she brings him.
He will love her slow and sensual movements, because there is very little room for error when you don't move very fast. He admires this trait because he has been moving fast his whole life and seeks a place of real comfort.

Neither one of them get angry very often, so fighting will be rare. He is a little worry wart, and his worries are usually unnecessary. She will take his critical manner with the sweetest appreciation, where most women would be offended and he appreciates this and feels safe.
He is a large man at heart who is quite strange in that he is quite satisfied in small spaces. He is content when he is working hard at something which makes them very helpful and also polite.
He has a lot of hope, but will never trample on anyone else to get there.

His uptight and critical manners are enough to give him a side ache, but that is where her comfort that he will love comes into play.  She will teach him that people who are loved have happy, fulfilled, and healthy minds and bodies.
She will then draw him a bath and make him soup that will warm him.  Her love and thoughtfulness will touch him even breaking his critical yet kind heart.
He will feel the love of this sensible and sensuous woman who makes everything seem so simple.
He loves that she is always there to listen to his worries, he will love her natural smell, and her cooking.
What she does not know is that he will do the same without asking.

She will feel so lucky to be with this man ultimately and intimately, because she knows that his love is not the temporary type.

He was never looking for a party girl as a wife. Women feel safe with him, but he only needs one dame in his heart and always believed that life would be more accomplished by doing many things with one person instead of one thing with many people.

He may not admit it, but when he receives a letter he wishes it is her, sometimes disappointed when it is a bill or another acquaintance, Bill, seeking his attention. He wanted to see her name instead...

He was not attracted idea of marriage unless he completely knows a person, but she will make him feel comfortable about it because she does not make it feel restricting.
He is a creature of habit, and will love coming home to her in comfort.  He will be there every morning to share their favorite breakfast and end the day doing something fun together.

The first time that he saw her room he will ask, "Why do you have so many pillows, and such a large bed that two people could lay spread eagled on it?" Of course, not meant in a bad way at all, he simply has an awkward sense of humour that approves his appreciation on her home. Another way of saying "me likes!" in another phrase.

Most disagreements between these two will end in apologies and forgiveness.  It is not easy to please this man, but she will find ways to do it easily.  She will be able to touch his heart in a very warm and sweet way.  If she uses her natural patience to show him that love is all he needs in life, he will be hers forever with time, not even needed to say this part.

Her words would mean comfort;
smell reminds him of happiness.
embrace would mean trust;
And her love, the world

Reins for rain?

drop drop drop...... drop....
SPLOOOOOOOSH!!!!
WHOOOOOOSH!!!
AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!

That's normally the sounds you hear when it rains in Cape Town.

During the rainy season it can rain at anytime. See there are no clouds in the sky during winter? Sure, fine! Let's go out and enjoy the cool breeze outside! :D
20 minutes later you find yourself without a rain jacket, cold and wet.

While I do not mind the rain at all (and sometimes it could be really fun walking in the rain) the winds are a tad annoying during the rain season. No matter where and how you cover yourself up, you will get wet indefinitely. Now.... comes the wind to blow her icy breath over all the soaking areas and in every crevasse.

Living in Cape Town you often find ways around this. Unless you drive a car and have heaters at home, then you do not improvise as much :P

Walking in the rain one notice how crazy people get! :D
People in cars flinch and drive as if they are getting soaked inside. When you sit as a passenger, just look at the driver once more and remember this. They flinch and panic. -_-;

Have you ever noticed that slow walking people usually try to run, but remain at the same speed?
It would only be their legs move a bit faster, more steps but for the same distance to speed. It defeats the purpose of "running".

I simply walked past a running "aunty" with ease... I shouldn't really laugh, but it was so hilarious that I walked slower to observe this comical run. She was on the grass lawn of the company she worked for and refused to jump the fence, so she had to "run" to get around this 15 meter fence.
I simply walked on the other side of the fence on the pavement to watch the show.

For every big step she would normally take while walking she exchanged it for 3 shorter steps with a running pose making "eep, aiii, and hai" noises as they rain gave her friendly hugs and kisses.
There was even a short gutter step that she anticipated to jump over.
Running as fast as her replacement steps could take her she stopped in front of the enormously tiny step and jumped with both feet.
Both feet did in fact land on the other side of the 5 cm gutter line. Satisfied she sighed and got into the running form again... "eep, aiii and hai" she carried on... running...

At this point I shook my head and laughed, still walking faster than she ran.
Albeit people say I walk really fast. In this instance I slowed myself down.

Galloping along she finally made it to the door in the fence and stepped out and under a tree with a good "eish" sound while wiping her brow. That was some really fast running, my dear, just don't try that downhill.
But ai... there wasn't much one could do besides walking slowly to notice this effort. At least she laughed while she galloped. Neigh...


So long as the rain come straight down and not be affected by crazy cape town winds, then this place would be alright :)

Adele might set fire to the rain but Spongebob can make a campfire under water.

The one other night...

Like each night... I slept.
One time I woke up, but not entirely.

I found myself at a psychic prison for small mediums at large.

Make little things count: teach midgets math.
That was the slogan for their education centre.

I found one midget who managed to climb the fence. As he descended he just stared at me and sneered. I thought that was a little condescending

So then this guy with an ejaculation problem came from nowhere....
He said he was a magician. He walked down the street and turned into a grocery store
I saw this and went "Wow. That's clever word play..."
Some other random blind dyslexic old man who heard this commotion, asked me if I have heard about the mexican train killer.
I said I didn't. What was the issue?
And he said "I dunno.... He had loco motives"
Then the blind dyslexic old man walked into a bra to order binger gear.

I wanted to leave that place and saw a bike... It didn't want to stand on its own because it was two tired...
As I turned around I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger.... Then it hit me

I woke up by a guy who told me "you're in trouble" I asked why and he said it was a bladder problem. "Urine trouble" he yelled again, then paused and realized he was yelling in the wrong ward and moonwalked away.
Getting fed up by spending another crazy time in the hospital I left and went to the park.
I got this plan you see.... I wrote a song about tortillas.
Its actually more like a wrap.

To get back to the midgets. Have you even noticed how little dwarves and midgets have in common?
And mentioning dwarves... when ever one approaches you and says "I am not happy", you should ask him which one he is then.

Sigh..... I should do stand up laying down.
It's when I think the most.

"Hello people... Can you see how excited I am to be here?" and then flop down on the park bench.
I believe I would be a terrible stand-up, lying down.

When I lay down I also think of the good things living in Switzerland.
I often ask myself "what are the good points about that country?"
I don't know... but the flag is a big plus.

So after visiting the park I went back to my job at the little psychic prison and found they had a funeral for the one who climbed the fence. He wanted back in but his body was cut in two when he fell. His whole left side was cut off, so he is all right now.
On his gravestone he always wanted it to say "We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse." I guess his life could have been a bit longer...
The guy giving the eulogy was just talking too much and then I realized there are two kinds of people who don’t say much: those who are quiet and those who talk a lot. I decided to leave that morbid place and just go somewhere else but how do I say that since at a funeral it is the only place where "I'm sorry" and "I apologize" does not mean the same thing...

I just left but my mind raced. If that little guy got burnt to death, would he have gotten a discount at the crematorium?

Walking back home I also thought about how much I have progressed with my own issues.
I never used to finish sentences, but now I

Trust in me...

They often say that the grass is greener on the other side. Well... I think it is because it is fertilized with a lot of bullshit.

Often people can be like that Snake. He never let Mogli fall, but he just kept him long enough so that he can eat the little morsel. Thankfully for Mogli he had a good friend to keep him astray from getting hurt.


People just simply don't know the meaning of honor, trust or promises. While I do not expect people to be perfect and virtuous at all times, it would be nice if people try and adhere to their own words. That little thing someone says might have a huge impact on someone else's life, especially if you tell them you like them a lot and promise them fun times out and get their hopes up and telling them to relax, you won't go anywhere. Telling a friend that you promise that you will get them sorted, but then only by your own terms and selfish ideals. Those times where you really inspire someone and keeping them along just so that you yourself have a cushion to fall unto when ever you need to feel good.
Guess what.... that friend you are misusing won't be there long enough when you keep on shattering their trust life line.

Broken trust is like melted chocolate. No matter how you freeze it, you cannot return it to its original shape.

People need to show how serious they are when they bestow their actions of promises.


Here is what the dictionary says:
Promise: a declaration or assurance that one will do something or that a particular thing will happen.

Herd you were talking shit...

 Apparently people just don't know the meaning of it, as simple as the explanation is above.
You don't even have to say the word for instance "well, dear, I promise I will rob that bank for you"
But the indication that you say you will do something for someone means you should do it.
Doesn't help saying something to make someone feel good just so that you feel good too.
WTF is that then!?
Confused: lacking order and so difficult to understand

Hope: a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen. a feeling of trust.
  http://antmagnum.blogspot.com/2013/09/hope.html


For each person that inspires trust and hope to someone, just be very very careful. Each time trust and hope breaks in someone a little piece of them dies as well.
Try and be that good person to really give hope to someone without using words, but via actions.

That is what I try to live by and while I'm not perfect, I also make mistakes (and a strong guilty conscious doesn't help me either), I do not consciously use people for my own intentions, besides trying my best to live a happy life while they can be happy too.
My life involves the people around me, so hurting them would be hurting me.

Maybe I try too much in life or maybe I should just take a big step back... so far... that I might even go back in time... and just ignore the pains of people around me and focus selfishly on myself and become a Scrooge.
Though... I believe that to be improbable. It is not written in my core code, however, people and their issues have made me a bit more tougher (with shields), which is good for my perseverance, but is also bad that it lowers my trust in people. Changes comes with good and bad, but the point where the two meet never changes.
...The center point of two opposites where you really find yourself.

Somewhere, someone should try and be that kind person that tries...

...to helps another up.

My age old Friend.... Bread

Dear Bread









You've been in my life for as early as my memory recalls.




You fit in well with most of my other friends like Peanut Butter, Oxo, Nutella and Cheese... just to mention few.
               Never argue to yell "That's MY Jam!" instead, you've always kept it safe for me.
 

You fed my family and friends. You are always shared amongst people and can even create peace by breaking bread.

There has been times where you have upsetted me, but only when I've left you alone to grow old.







You've been on television many a times but never make a noise. So humble :)

Centuries old, but you can still be found to be fresh with the gang. You're cool out of the fridge, hot when toasted and even great when your mood is at room temperature.
 If people abuse you, you cling on them for more energy but you leave it up to them how they use your motivation...

Some people even try to avoid you saying how fattening you can be for them, but that is just another way of saying you are too good.


You can be in the shape of a star, or sometimes you're even a square, but you are always a delight.



You are very gracious in acceptance and you even receive the odd couples with no complaint and lovingly accept them. Remember when you took in the odd family of chips, cheese and peanut butter?

You can roll any cold meat with ease. And when you are flat, you just sit in your pre-heated sauna to rise up again to take on the world.

Sometimes you cause people to become a little constipated, but they always come back to you.

Every store accepts you, every home has you, even homeless people ask for you, or at least just a taste of you, yet you do not consume people's lives to their destruction.

You, my friend, are probably the most addictive thing since sliced bread and never have it been said to ban you or go to jail for knowing you. All countries in all the world, every story and even in some fictional ones, you are needed.

Thank you, Bread, our friend. We love you!



Bread says:
Thank you Ant!

You've been too modest, Bread.... :)

Food

Nom nom nom

You think you win when you can munch that unhealthy looking monster dish by biting it to pieces?
What most probably haven't thought about actively is that they fight back.... viciously.

Food has a way of coming back, often not in their original form (but on a rare occasion they do) and certainly reveals itself as a lumpy piece of ....
It is there to mock you and spit its aroma in the air.

Last night I ate only a Huge piece of Polony for supper. I shouldn't have. I know it. It was like a giant meat apple! nom nom..... nom.....
Left me quite paralyzed in forming new vigor to fight off fatigue.
Today at work...? Rather not say how I feel.

Last week I had a bad run in with fruit as well. One would think it can only be healthy and detoxing, Oh my Gourd I was wrong.
My stomach went "Nah-uh! That's my JAAAAM!!" and decided to dance with fruit in my stomach.... for days...
Now I have resorted to drinking pills to create a beter stomach acid level. I yelled back at my stomach "Nah-uh! That's my PLAAAAN!!"

By the way, to all the fruitarians out there.... What is a fruit? Isn't it a plant embrio? Seriously, you're only eating plant babies! :(
What if someday the trees disagrees and unroot themselves to root out "evil" baby snatching humans?
It would be like the great Ent battle at Isengard... Complete with vegetable eating hobbits on their shoulders.
That lovely looking lemon tree in your garden is knocking on your window and then when you open the curtain you are pelted in the face right through the glass and then you have a fight with an lemon scENTed.
Imagine that...

Some people cry about eating certain food, whimpering as they put it firmly in their Parkinson-like moving teeth... some people don't want to eat food... then they die ;(
Some people doesn't care what they eat and eat a lot, still remain in good shape, bless your soul! (and what is your secret!??)

Eat a balanced meal and take less sugar. Just treat yourself by learning what food has in them and nurture your body with correct foods and DO NOT make half your diet of pills. We do not want to create that show called (P)ill Talk. The P in Pill Talk stands for Personally...


So as usual, my blogs normally seem so senseless, but just wanted to convey that when you take care of your food then they will take care of you. Like most things in life. :)

Eat well, share food, make friends, live happy.
:D