Pity da foo!

Yow Yow Yow

Get a shovel, can ya dig it?

What up my homeskillets!?
Just poppin' in to make a blog post, gnomesayin'?

Gonna to keep this fresh and blog about sometin... just layin it all out whatevers on mah mind.
Now I hope da hood don't get to read dis coz I'm probablay gonna get shot in mah face so I'm gonna keep it real, nah mean?

I've been trippin' ova mah toughts lately and again its about playa's and foo's again.



Those muddafuggas does get in mah grill and I be like thinkin "Fsheeezy, what you doin' foo!?".
Nah... these playas just think they are good when they say they are good. Y'all gotta dooo some good before ya claim dat good vibe, nah meen? Keep it real, homeslice, and Put a quarter in yo ass coz you played yourself!
Nobody don't gonna believe you're good when you juss say dat shizz.
To back dat up I'm just gonna get a safe umbrella... fo drizzle.

                            *just taking a break eating a moist burnt croissant. Thanks Fruit & Veg*

Okay... maybe it wasn't THAT burnt.

Aight! Here we go again.

I've been tryin to justify my toughts on what n how n who's say they be dem friends of lates. So in a sense I myself haven't been easing up to society either, gnomesayin?
Tha noggin keeps on knockin when I sits alone, but dats the time a homeslice needs to feel what be right rather than thinkin what be right, nah mean?
Particularly "this" particular homeslice, sittin 'n typin' now, don't just doesn't stand up fo himself at the precise moment some fay-hole decides to drop a bomb to inflate they ego. But they don't expect a quiet homeslice to stand up one day and list in paining rememberance all that was said that isn't even nice to tell a stranger when yo brizzling angry.

Most people are for themselves and only themselves mostly in selfish ways to make themselves feel better.
Lately I've been keeping to myself lately. Keep away from people rather than letting off mah steam on them, except when it goes too far, nah mean? I work through my doubts and even hesitant to share things with mah bestie, and why?
Coz I don't feel like climbing outta mah shell. I've learned to engulf n consume dat but it projects outwards to a more quiet persona who when it speaks it speaks of "other" things rather than facing what is bothering it.

Mah question is that why do people become fsheeezy a-holes because they are doubting themselves and pick on people with what they've done in life and how they are better or saying things harshly and directly and then saying "but I'm trying to help you". I mean, if it is so obvious why point it out and make a homeskillet feel crap, ya know? Speak gently, be a friend and not what you think you did was right, coz its not. My advice is that you think before you speak, obviously by thinking how y'all would have felt when something harsh was said to y'all, makes sense?

Friendships shows when it lasts, kindness applies always... but there is a difference in being honest and kind and been honest and rude coz ya don't know how else to say it.
Some people get ahead of themselves with their inflated bruised ego, but are they really loved or just tolerated by other bruised egos for the same reason?






                                I do pity da foo,
             < ---- to coin a popular phrase...  






...to those whose ego is somewhat inflated. It's sadness disguised in being happily extroverted, if you really know what I mean?

Now to all the good homeskillets out there:
When you're feeling down or lonely, nice peeps (I'm talkin to you's), y'all won't be sad in life later!
True people will love you for who you are and even though y'all might not say it or even say y'all did nothing special besides guide people, "they did all the good themselves" y'all say, but y'all better know that those homefries that got ahead or even just "got by" was becoz of you. What good is ego or money when yah don't have any real friends or love to go back home to?
Every kid should grow up wanting to be "Happy" as a profession. Grown-ups and friends should help them to pursue their dream.

                    The nice people who really tried to help and love helping. Love to love and be loved.

Much love. Peace!

Exterminare!

Laundry day.... don't fret as much unless you are helping a comrade with almost a month's laundry.. no, that is not the problem at all.
No... not my comrade's fault either, clothes was just in a used start and not dirty per se, but it is the fact that there were demons hiding under it all... poignant spawns created by one called Loki*.

Upon lifting the pieces of attire you are greeted by multiple uppercuts from multiple levels and angles. A thick yellow mist expelled from the mess that only your nose can see and your eyes would cry with it for emotional support.
Loki, why?

Grabbing our priest collars and a very special book to cover our noses, we venture forth into this pit of despair and not so cunningly try and dodge the dangerous uppercuts thrown from beneath the sheets of clothing.

"Loki, why!?" we thought again rummaging and sorting out clothes with our noses clenched tightly almost breaking it off. If cats pee'd sulfur with a hint of week old fish this would be it. How did he get in there so deeply to mask this early Christmas surprise? Omergawd.

We cleaned the place like fully fledged laundry inquisitors. We tried talking to Loki but let's face it, you can't Torquemada ANYTHING!
Since we were in a purging mode we emptied the litter as well and emptied the toilet bin too. It was all chucked into one bag and what an apocalyptic bomb it was...

That bag... That bag could not have been created in any place better than Lucifer's armpit. Smell of stewed cat whizz, poop and lord knows what else was starting to make more of its kind in the bag. We created something awful in the purging process.... Lord forgive us.

I dropped my collar, my book and my robes for haste was a necessity. I rushed to the corner table to grab an essence bottle from the air purifier (which was not helping at the time) and sprinkled it carefully as holy water upon the contained:
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus"
"Et ejecistis de hoc plane, dæmonium habentem."
"Exi spiritus malus!"

And as soon as the nice smelling fluids was dispensed on the bag it was sealed (2 x double strength trash bags).

Look! Haunted trash bag!

It was expelled from the apartment and literally lay waste outside... The house was clear.
A powerful gloom was lifted and everyone felt they could breath once more.

* For clarity... Loki is a cat

At least it kept me warm

This long weekend I found myself a bit with cabin fever up until the last minute where I actually found something interesting to work a project on, but then I was dragged to the Germany vs Portugal soccer match.

My friend and I went to a Portuguese bar, ran by Portuguese people, where they serve imported Super Bock Portuguese beer and the place was donned with Portuguese colours.

Now you might say there is a but coming in? Sure, there was... The Germans had bigger butts than anyone else there. Anyway, before I explain why I say that (not because I am sulking over that Portugal lost, I don't follow Football that much really...) let me first explain one or two other things.

Firstly... Portuguese men are short (and hairy... Look at the arms!... and your imagination might suggest that their mustache fights a war every morning to grow out against the razor blade) and the German folk... well they were just bigger and rounder. Hence the big butts comment.
(but actually because there was a very large older German Feldwebel sitting diagonally from me!)

I'm jumping the gun (boom!) but let me explain something else first... again.
There were NO seats available but the owner of the bar said that if some people do not arrive for their reserved seats, we could sit there and eat. So actually a few didn't show up.

We got two seats. Germans on the left, German supporters on the right. Left Right Left Right! Hoo-hah!
And we were sitting with Portuguese scarfs around our necks...

Germany scored the first goal and the other half of the room was quiet. Portuguese are so negative and pessimistic when it comes to their team they support. They say bad things until their team scores and then they cheer again as if nothing is wrong. However, they did not score again the rest of the night, so they drank a lot.
My friend basically (and not consciously) drank 4 beers. Basically one beer per German GOOAAL.

And what was up with this guy called Pepe. You DO NOT put your head against another guy in a game of soccer, especially if he is sitting on the ground clutching his jaw as if it broke.
Obviously he got a red card and was sent off the field (and probably off to the gas chamber)

I ate my steak, ate a chocolate brownie and drank a beer. Collar popped up to cover the scarf (only because I feared being stabbed by another German's steak knife) but at least it kept me warm that night.

Flatscreen or Book, how inquisitive are you?

"People never explain to you exactly what they think and feel and how their thoughts and feelings work, do they? 
They don't have time. Or the right words. 
But that's what books do. It's as though your daily life is a film in the cinema. It can be fun, looking at those pictures. But if you want to know what lies behind the flat screen you have to read a book. 
That explains it all."
- Sebastian Charles Faulks

It was apt timing that I found this quote as I have too on occasion said things that I knew sounded completely wrong, and then being judged solely on the words that was used, albeit my mind and heart meant something else completely.

For me, this is also meeting new friends. Those first few times were they actually meet you completely justifies the way they perceive you outright.

But it is those friends that really stuck by for some reason and then keep on sticking by because they know what I mean without me saying anything. Those friends are rare to find.



I am one of those people who really sticks around to see how a person really is and the stories they share with me about their lives are more than one thing.

Firstly, they chose to share stuff with me that I also keep on confidentiality. And for them to be able to share their past life means a lot to me. People just do not tell any stranger their darkest secret or pasts. So I feel honored and would do the best I can as a friend to keep their shared tale with me.

 Not judging people is just a part of who I am naturally, unless you are purposely being a dick and make it a purpose to piss me off for doing nothing to you. You make me a target and I would return your fun favour.

Secondly, People are people. We all function the same, but with different backgrounds, but that doesn't make us different as people not be in in each other's lives. What people say are words, but my mind is so aligned that I read many times between the lines. Sometimes people tells me stories that I can see tears wanting to say hello as well before they even manifest. It makes me want to cry too you know!
I would rather know a person via actions and how they are at home and with other people in a genuine way.

Thirdly, I appreciate my friends most dearly! I do not watch their film, but I am interested in their book.
The films are meant for when I drink coffee on a cold day sitting outside and watching people walk by doing silly things.


What a person is on the surface, or what they say, what they do, how they have fun, what they do not do...
It does not justify what person they are at all.

So many times I say things I do not like or would not like to attempt like I do not like to go clubbing, I do not enjoy drinking, I do not like loud noises, I do not like THAT specific food, I do no like blah blah blah.... but why do I really say this?
Because I do not want to do that.... alone.
I do not have any people that would go there to share the experience, and those that in fact DO, thinks that I would not like it, because for some reason I always look serious and not fun at all.
See the loop?
In fact... I do enjoying going out for drink with friends, but I would not drink that much to binge. I would go clubbing with friends, provided it is with people I trust (important) and perhaps someone special that could teach me how to dance, because let's face it.... Dance Party 4 on the PS3 is no fun playing alone, even though I get 5 STARS! (these are on fast intermediate levels and paced expert levels, mind you)
Going to the theatre, would at least have someone who would enjoy it so that it is open for discussion afterwards.

Some adventures I do on my own though... Pineapple Express being a prime example.
I felt a little embarrassed, most definitely, but it is something I'd gladly share with friends.
Those that have seen some photos of me (like the "surprised-looking-white-ninja-in-the-kitchen-photo), you'd know me then. ;P

I like to experience life, but what people get from me is that I am a house pet and to them that's all that I am.
A prime example of looking at the flat screen and not reading the book. But what they do not know...

Unbelievable to some, but totally me (just don't make me sing)

But this isn't about me at all, I would just like to convey a message that the quote below is a great message I think everyone should read at least once. :)


"People never explain to you exactly what they think and feel and how their thoughts and feelings work, do they? 
They don't have time. Or the right words. 
But that's what books do. It's as though your daily life is a film in the cinema. It can be fun, looking at those pictures. But if you want to know what lies behind the flat screen you have to read a book. 
That explains it all."
- Sebastian Charles Faulks

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.