While this entry isn't my usual comical tales I would actually like to address a matter that stood out to me today. If you're not the sharing kind or the folks who "don't give a ...." then you don't have to read further at all. In fact, I implore you not to. If you do, don't send a message to complain.
otherwise.....
PEACE!!
After my brain shut off after a long day of repetitive work, I took a longer walk home, which means going right past it to shops for stuff I didn't even needed to buy (a collection of Frankie's sodas.... *not marketing*).
I saw a pair of homeless people laying in a corner, completely hidden from everyday traffic, heck,,, even by foot if you don't look in that direction. My mission to buy some odd flavoured sodas (which I'm sure has some addictive additive in it) changed into buying them something as well. A bag of goodies I'm sure they'll appreciate.
**I'm sorry but I'm putting the end of the blog here not to end in a sad story**
When I went over to them with the parcel, the two of them were still sleeping, I almost thought they might not have been there anymore.
I'm not even writing this to add a little bonus to my ego at all, but the whole reason I'm sharing this experience is because it was horrific to witness the receiving emotions from giving them something...
I already felt bad for waking one of them as I didn't want to leave the parcel just there and it might disappear or be disregarded, but it was a girl in her late teens that woke up and the look on her face seeing me was so scary :(
I genuinely felt sad a human should react that way to another. Pure fear in her eyes as she even scrambled a little away. I had to kneel down and say that I'm not there to hurt or chase them but just to give them something as I felt they need it. Still clutching herself tightly in an attempt to lash out as soon as I would try and chase them she thanked me with caution but then realized that's all I was there for...
I must admit I did cry behind my shades when I walked away..... :( JA OKAY!! I am a grown dude and I cried because of a thank you.
-_-*
It just hurt me that people would be so scared seeing another person approaching... there isn't real peace one could expect anywhere on this planet....
Now to come to another point in this message is how the world can change a little bit...
Before buying the parcel, when arriving at the mall ,on my way to a shop where I previously had my Pineapple Express incident (read the blog), there was a young dame wanting to give me a high five or something.... Firstly I had a WTF moment as I avoided it via ninja sidestep while saying "no thanks"... uhm... quite in an "unfriendly Texan" way too. (I'm so sorry though....)
They were standing at a booth probably trying to get me to join a gym or buy some helicopter rides or something....
On my way back out of the shop I did have a second look at their booth and it was help for children in need... Since I was already on a mission, I really wanted to help people.
I mean, even if my year started off crap, like really crap... at least somewhere something could be done for someone having a bad time.
I'm not going to expand on what is "crap" but a handful of people out there knows...
I spoke to a girl there and was quite surprised at their effort of helping children.
Now coming from a bad childhood as well, these kids could use some love and attention, definitely!
MAKE THE CIRCLE BIGGER!!!!
Please have a look at their site, which I have pasted below:
http://www.savethechildren.org.za/
hope I'm not copyright infringing in any way displaying their logo.....
Check it out, or you could even meet them in person at the Gardens or Somerset road in Cape Town. They also travel a lot.
I know everyone doesn't have money, but at least making people aware of them is good. The main thing is Try.
Now I'm not good at sales nor sooth saying people to mull over their whole karmic existence if they don't help or not, and neither am I sharing this piece for my own pleasure.
It would just be great, in the simplest meaning for the entirety, if the disadvantage could be included on the playing field amongst others. To be able to give them the fair chance at achieving greatness.
And with that, even a great mind could come forth that we could have never known... ;)
It really starts with you....
...how you'd like the world to be,
2015 IS IN THE HERE AND NOW!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL YOU FOLKS OUT THERE! :D
There is so much to say and I honestly don't know where to begin... Wow. 2015 is here finally and this is going to be a year with great possibilities.
Though I may sound hyped up because it is a new year, I get this feeling there is going to be major shifts happening all around.
Oh, but let me begin this blog already!
First off, apologies for not showing a picture of the fireworks (since my phone died when I tried filming the fireworks) but instead I loaded a picture of the next flashy thing I saw. :P
*For safety of privacy I won't mention any names in this blog*
As it was a "plan-in-mention" since the beginning of last year with my friend, whom shall be known as Guppy, we again set out to just wander around in town and see what is for what.
Our first stop was to buy a delicious boerewors roll at a place we found last year as well. for only 10 bucks you can get a generous piece of boerewors with onions and good helping of a sauce of your choosing. Add an extra R7 and you could get a big 440ml of soda. Good meal for just 17 bucks. Dayum!
See that animal sniffing the boerie! ---->
But the journey to there wasn't without feeling like walking right through Purgatory!
We maneuvered past the crowded City Hall, shifted through barricades and went through the public gardens... and that is when reality hit us, "we are not at home anymore". The place felt grey... and sooo humid!! The scary part however is how many of these "gangsta" looking people walked through there with their slang and attitude. What was really poor is how they hit on girls from a distance with snide comments. If I had some more muscle and not afraid to lose a few braincells, I would have used the ultimate oxymoron for honor, the HeadButt.
We managed to make it through the gardens... Blessed by a splash of accident as one girl emptied her water bottle without looking and splashed it in front of my friend's feet. What was funny was that it happened in front of a church. Out of purgatory and then being blessed! aaahhh.... O:)
After the boerie as mentioned above, we started the trek towards the V&A Waterfront.
Arriving at the V&A... O_O. PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!!!!
It was more jammed up than a.... I didn't have any words. I am pretty sure I heard someone say that they were expecting over ten thousand people at the V&A that night. Dayum! O_O
From where I took that photo just to enter the mall took about 16 minutes with slowly blocked-up-traffic-steps.
Felt like I could have joined a shambling dead march, and yes.... I even made the dead groan noises walking forward....
Dead Rising 3 anyone?
"Gimme a sledgehammer, cement saw and some duct tape please!!"
An unexpected and good coincidence is that I met the coolest director from my company there too! Helloooooo nice to see you! :D
It really was :)
(My comrade, I sincerely hope you eventually found a good spot to spend the last minutes of 2014!)
We made it inside the mall eventually to make our way to the balcony to try and find a good view. Nooooo luck at all. Our quest for ice-cream started and it was an epic fail! The food court was jammed up like a broken toilet. The smell of people didn't help much either...
Photo in colour looks worse...
A scary sight crossed my path as I saw Miss Death. through the whole crowd this lady's eyes seemed to stare endlessly into everyone's soul and squishing it into a little sack of sadness...
Either she was passed the point of frustration that it killed her face or she was utterly possessing some kind of power. Yoh!
We saw her quite a few times that night among thousands of people. It was scary.....
The reason to enter hell at the food court was to get ice cream. Eventually we found a stall with much less traffic. Totally NOT worth it.... just check the price.
2 SCOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but it was worth it because it was delicious ice cream.... and it was late.....
We made it back to the place where we met the cool director and stayed there until the countdown.
Ice cream makes a person thirsty and we needed juice. 40 minutes to go and we couldn't risk the super long queues for a drink.
However, there was a family all parked up on blankets and lawn chairs that had plenty of juice. (•͡˘˛˘ •͡) We were parched. We were thirsty. We needed juice. We even had a plan to steal their juice box!
But we are not criminals (•͡.̮ •͡ ) There was a bunch of lively local bands playing on the pier as well finishing off with Mi Casa. :) Was really good and memorable! :) Most people I've seen in my life gathered at one point (which was all around the piers, balconies and even on walls!) Noticeable marks were given from 6 minutes and when the count down started the whole place was in an uproar.
7...6...5...4...3...2...1.... *Glass shattered*
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!
The fireworks went off with a bang and Mi Casa started their song.... JSomething had a new energy when the booming happened in the background.... I was standing in awe.... to everything... it just isn't the same seeing stuff like this on television. I wish I took a video but battery life failed :( When I find a link to the scene I'll pop the link in here. There were so many people recording this so I'm sure someone will upload it :)
*So here is a small clip from "some" firework session since I could not found one of the V&A Waterfront. ***EXTREME SAD FACE***
The one
seen at the Waterfront was just so much more… “OOMF”.
It was
beautiful. Just that one word in its entire.
A real
pity it is that I could not found a better link (but hey… that youtube account
will get a few views. Pleasure buddy).
It was a
longer session, louder and more people amazed… there was even a moment of
silence in awe!
Though,
the apostrophe in that sentence defeats the purpose of silence….
As I stood there watching.... so many thoughts went through my head as if life was flashing through my eyes... Good thing there were paramedics somewhere nearby. ;) It made me realize that there are so many people I would have really liked to spend the new year's with... Unfortunately I cannot split myself to be able to manage that, and that makes me sad. Seeing those lights going up blowing the old year away, I felt like shedding a tear. This isn't me being poetic at all, I was somewhat glad 2014 was over. 2014 was not a good year for me, I'm sure some close people know this. By saying that, I regret the times I could never make it to visit some good friends when they extended the gesture. I truly feel sorry for that and I have even pushed some people away. A New Hope: 2015 My own Starwars theme to life. A good friend has given me some piece to read that really inspired me for the future in 2015. You know who you are ;) And for some honorary mentions for the people that stood by me throughout the tough times and good times :) Bambi... (aka the Original Big Sister, always) even though the visits are way out of time and we have not met in 2014, you've always been there for me and my family. Stay blessed as always. I shouldn't remind you about the Lunchbar with only two nuts :) You're always going to be a special person in my life. Koggie's friend, even though we may have parted, we are still in touch and still laughing. Keep up the good work and may you have lots of peace. Chilly, my Lindt comrade, even though you are a new friend, you've given me more laughs lately that I actually needed after a crappy year. Just keep on smiling as usual and thank you for the inspirations. Mr Blackberry, dude.... you've extended visits so many times and still putting up with my crap when I couldn't make it. haha. Been my real good friend since high school and still in contact. Thank you for the friendship and there will be many more years! The Hobbit (aka LokiDwarf), You've also been my friend since high school, and we might be living eons away, but the friendship is still true. We might not speak often but we always can pick up the conversation when it last stopped. A true friend in you. I'll challenge you one day to a spar..... (just have the paramedics ready for me...) My German Landlord, I'm not sure if you'd follow this blog or not, but just wanted to say thanks for the opportunity to be able to live here in Cape Town. Probably the most laid back and awesomely friendly landlord I've ever seen. "Frohes Neues Jahr, hoffentlich war es ein gute rutsch" indeed. It was a grand success. Ninthendo, you've been a great friend, and even though I may not always share you strong faith in all things, you have kept that faith for both of us and others. haha. You have no idea how amazing your skills in faith are, but keep at what you are best at. You have a certain grace that helps people along on their correct path. Thank you. Bee, yoh... we shared a lot of crap together but we still have hope that drives us. Just keep being your awesome funny and creative self, you'll eventually get there ;) My Big Sis at Work(aka animal guardian), you've helped out more than you know by being my friend. Some silly stories shared and good laughs. You still owe me a hot beverage though :P. Still, you're personality brings a light to people and that is really cool. My Dad at Work (aka my old boss), you sir.... unfathomable kindness and caring person. Many won't see that side as you are very work orientated, but knowing you, I wouldn't have been where I am now at work and or in spirit if it wasn't for your tutelage in my first two years at the company. Hard decent and thorough work perfected. Thank you for that and for the advice you give me outside of work issues. Keeping on being a BOSS in all aspects. Gups and Helios, you two have probably been my friends for longest and closest. There were times we weren't as close, but damn... can we kick up a storm when we meet. Fun times in the past, the support in the present and the friendship continues in the future. You guys rock! And of course My Family. I'll never be without you. Simple and with meaning. So with that said, I still honor those I may not have mentioned above, but if you have received a new year's message from me, I mean that in the sincerest way that I'd like to include you peeps in what ever future brings to us. Thank you all and may you have a very blessed and super awesome 2015!
One thing a person can admire of music is the ability of the voice.
Kinda like martial arts where every style has some kind of useful fundamental.
Like learning the ultimate bitch-slap via sumo wrestling
Every kind of music genre has their own quirks and skills. Ever seen a random person rap on a whim?
It is extremely difficult!! I've tried to read Linkin' Park lyrics with a fast rap.... nah.
My tongue falls off the treadmill in my mouth very quickly. Then all you hear is a mumbling that is trying to sound lyrical until you hit the chorus like a BAWS!
Same goes for unearthly Too-heavy-to-carry-Metal-that's-way-I'm-actually-screaming-in-pain type of music. Sure,
you sound like a monster who got a nail stuck in your junk, but besides
the metal riffs and ear numbing screaming, it all sounds the same in
the end really with no message behind it all.
Albeit! You do get those with a
good message if you put some ears on your filters.... Or should that
have been said the other way around? My mind is blown. -_-;
Kinda like singing lyrics backwards and wrong.
There is a band I really like and that's Linkin Park. Really great combo of rap, rock and alternative (where ever alternative belongs to).
I've tried that rapping part and I must say, hats off to one who keeps the rhythm, makes the screaming sounds awfully easy to do... yeah right.
If you can scream and then sing gracefully right after you burst your lungs and diaphragm all over the place, then you know you have control over your vocals, well done Chester!
And I mean.... if someone can scream melodically then I'd be happy to have an argument with such a person. It would make having a tiff really fun!
Unless this happens:
Your Argument is invalid!
For me, decent rap music are the ultimate wordsmiths who actually makes music with their words and not "add lyrics to song". I have a deep respect for clean rap (not referring to CRap) who can intellectually convey a message that's deep and poetic.
And not unlike blow-way-brains rap music singing like:
Money money Sex, money money Boobs
Money money Flex, money money Shoes
They call me Lil' Left Pocket!
And just like that I could rap some too.
Its Ridiculous!!! (Just like that Harry Potter spell)
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.
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" "Etejecistisdehocplane, dæmonium habentem." "Exispiritus 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.
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.
"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
