I hate making difficult decisions. The mere fact that a choice needs to be made means that there will be some opportunity cost foregone…I learnt that from a text book in Economics 101.
Well, I had a difficult decision to make for tomorrow. There are two important appointments that I need to attend; however they overlap and it will be a near impossible feat to go to both as they are on opposite sides of the city. I needed to make a choice. Both engagements are equally as important and neither of them fun, but not attending either is inexcusable.
To be honest I was trying to put it off and ignore it, but it played on my mind at work the whole day. Eventually I reached a decision; I’ve decided which to go to, if I could I would lend myself to both but unfortunately I can only be at one.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Petty Squabbling
Soooooo I was in the unfortunate position of getting tangled in the middle of a tussle between two of my neighbours. Man, it was awkward. For some reason they felt the need to knock on my door and bring some of their petty squabbling to my door step.
The fight was over some smells that were apparently emitting from the people who live next door to me and which were wafting into the apartment above them. Trivial right? Shouldn’t be too serious right? Well the argument seemed pretty heated and they felt that a third party needed to mediate. That’s where I fit into the picture. Yay, lucky me.
As you can imagine I seriously, seriously didn’t care. I had more important things to deal with - like playing with the lint stuck in my belly button…which is as you can imagine not very important at all. Kind of puts the argument into perspective doesn’t it?
”Ok now, children, go to your corners and think about what you did!” Yip, I laid a serious timeout on them.
The fight was over some smells that were apparently emitting from the people who live next door to me and which were wafting into the apartment above them. Trivial right? Shouldn’t be too serious right? Well the argument seemed pretty heated and they felt that a third party needed to mediate. That’s where I fit into the picture. Yay, lucky me.
As you can imagine I seriously, seriously didn’t care. I had more important things to deal with - like playing with the lint stuck in my belly button…which is as you can imagine not very important at all. Kind of puts the argument into perspective doesn’t it?
”Ok now, children, go to your corners and think about what you did!” Yip, I laid a serious timeout on them.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Bad Directions
Could I have been dreaming? The water along the Atlantic Seaboard in Cape Town was actually warm for a change. Usually when I try to go for a dip, the water is so frigidly icy that my manhood just freezes off, but not yesterday. Yesterday was the first time in the 5 years that I’ve lived here that it was actually warm enough to frolic around in.
I went for a quick swim in Camps Bay, before having to meet up with Liaan at Caprice. Coming here on holiday from Port Elizabeth she’s unfamiliar with the roads and with my shoddy directions, I was really nervous that she might get lost.
Cape Town may not be the biggest city in the world, but compared to Port Elizabeth it’s enormous. I remember when I first moved here I would frequently get lost and somehow always land up at the same place. It was as if all roads led to the waterfront. Sure enough, my directions were bad, she did get a little bit lost and like me, ended up at the waterfront.
Eventually, after some more bad directions on my behalf and some heavy traffic; she reached her destination and we had a blast catching up. The moral of the story is don’t ask me for directions – I’m horrible at giving them.
Speaking of being horrible at stuff, another thing that I’m completely terrible at is darts. Yes, in fact I may be the worst darts player in the world. Good grief! I suck. My friend Darryn is so kind, note the hint of sarcasm, that he thought is was a super sweet idea to publicly humiliate me by posting a video of me, not just missing the dart board but missing it so consistently that I wish the earth would swallow me whole.
In my defence, the video was taken on the night after the Port Elizabeth premier of Tunnel Rats, after I had a couple of glasses of bubbly. We all know how Asian people can’t process alcohol and surely this was the reason for my impaired motor skills. Surely.
I went for a quick swim in Camps Bay, before having to meet up with Liaan at Caprice. Coming here on holiday from Port Elizabeth she’s unfamiliar with the roads and with my shoddy directions, I was really nervous that she might get lost.
Cape Town may not be the biggest city in the world, but compared to Port Elizabeth it’s enormous. I remember when I first moved here I would frequently get lost and somehow always land up at the same place. It was as if all roads led to the waterfront. Sure enough, my directions were bad, she did get a little bit lost and like me, ended up at the waterfront.
Eventually, after some more bad directions on my behalf and some heavy traffic; she reached her destination and we had a blast catching up. The moral of the story is don’t ask me for directions – I’m horrible at giving them.
Speaking of being horrible at stuff, another thing that I’m completely terrible at is darts. Yes, in fact I may be the worst darts player in the world. Good grief! I suck. My friend Darryn is so kind, note the hint of sarcasm, that he thought is was a super sweet idea to publicly humiliate me by posting a video of me, not just missing the dart board but missing it so consistently that I wish the earth would swallow me whole.
In my defence, the video was taken on the night after the Port Elizabeth premier of Tunnel Rats, after I had a couple of glasses of bubbly. We all know how Asian people can’t process alcohol and surely this was the reason for my impaired motor skills. Surely.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Crowd Control
Ended up at the Alba Lounge in the Water Front for my friend Carl’s birthday yesterday evening. I went straight there after the L’Ormarins Queens Plate and felt kind of awkward, because I was quite dressed up. Thankfully, the jazz festival was on, so passers-by must have just reckoned that I was part of the act.
It was super, super crowded though and made getting in and out of the parking lots a complete nightmare. I hate getting stuck in traffic, it’s my pet peeve. What’s even worse though is that you always get those people who get antsy, begin to hoot and go mad. I must confess I’m also guilty of this sometimes, but it’s not like all the ranting and raving helps. Instead, I usually try to put on some soothing music, like Enya or something to keep my nerves calm and just try to enjoy the ride.
Speaking of crowds the day at the track was packed. As suspected, old Pocket Power delivered and is well on his way to become a massive figure in horse racing history. It was a crazy party and everyone who is anyone was there.
It’s weird, I don’t really do well in crowds, I get this sense of claustrophobia and sometimes freak out, My friends Ale, Desi and Talita knew one of the owners in the suites, so whenever we felt like taking refuge and escaping the crowds; we would go and chill out with them.
It was quite funny though, as some of the owners thought that my brother and I might have been jockeys. I suppose given our stature – us being extremely short and all, their assumption was not completely far fetched. Besides not knowing how to ride a horse, perhaps I’ve found my new calling in life…hmmm Benny – Race Horse Jockey…has quite a cachet don’t you think?
It was super, super crowded though and made getting in and out of the parking lots a complete nightmare. I hate getting stuck in traffic, it’s my pet peeve. What’s even worse though is that you always get those people who get antsy, begin to hoot and go mad. I must confess I’m also guilty of this sometimes, but it’s not like all the ranting and raving helps. Instead, I usually try to put on some soothing music, like Enya or something to keep my nerves calm and just try to enjoy the ride.
Speaking of crowds the day at the track was packed. As suspected, old Pocket Power delivered and is well on his way to become a massive figure in horse racing history. It was a crazy party and everyone who is anyone was there.
It’s weird, I don’t really do well in crowds, I get this sense of claustrophobia and sometimes freak out, My friends Ale, Desi and Talita knew one of the owners in the suites, so whenever we felt like taking refuge and escaping the crowds; we would go and chill out with them.
It was quite funny though, as some of the owners thought that my brother and I might have been jockeys. I suppose given our stature – us being extremely short and all, their assumption was not completely far fetched. Besides not knowing how to ride a horse, perhaps I’ve found my new calling in life…hmmm Benny – Race Horse Jockey…has quite a cachet don’t you think?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A Day at the Tracks
Thanks to Roxy (a.k.a. the Fox or Foxy) and Victoria (a.k.a. Vo, the Jergie Monster, the Ice-Cream Monster or Frank - gosh she has too many alternate names) I received a couple of VIP tickets to the L’Ormarins Queens Plate (LQP) at the Kenilworth race course.
As mentioned before, I know nothing about horses or horse racing.All I know is that I need to keep an eye out for a horse named Pocket Power, who is owned by my friend Kerry’s, boyfriend’s family (wow try saying that 3 times fast).
Even though I’m ignorant, Kerry got me all excited, explaining how Pocket Power is one of the best horses and how he stands a chance of going down in the history books as one of the sports greatest - in the world - ever.
I feel like quite a pimp at the moment, the LQP is quite a well to do event and requires one to dress up. I’m sitting here in my lounge, typing away in my most regal gear and feeling pretty out of place…The Ou brothers humble bachelors pad is hardly a place of opulence.
On an aside. I’m all for being gung ho and all that; but I’m beginning to worry about the obsessiveness of some of the members of our Coffee Club. Sam was telling me how he’s so into it, that he’s been etching stripes into the side of his arm for every time that he attends… I really hope he’s joking; otherwise we may have to start another club, a support group if you will known as Coffee Clubbers Anonymous for those members who have become destructively addicted.
As mentioned before, I know nothing about horses or horse racing.All I know is that I need to keep an eye out for a horse named Pocket Power, who is owned by my friend Kerry’s, boyfriend’s family (wow try saying that 3 times fast).
Even though I’m ignorant, Kerry got me all excited, explaining how Pocket Power is one of the best horses and how he stands a chance of going down in the history books as one of the sports greatest - in the world - ever.
I feel like quite a pimp at the moment, the LQP is quite a well to do event and requires one to dress up. I’m sitting here in my lounge, typing away in my most regal gear and feeling pretty out of place…The Ou brothers humble bachelors pad is hardly a place of opulence.
On an aside. I’m all for being gung ho and all that; but I’m beginning to worry about the obsessiveness of some of the members of our Coffee Club. Sam was telling me how he’s so into it, that he’s been etching stripes into the side of his arm for every time that he attends… I really hope he’s joking; otherwise we may have to start another club, a support group if you will known as Coffee Clubbers Anonymous for those members who have become destructively addicted.
Friday, January 9, 2009
End of the Week
Ahhh it's the end of the week - finally! Think I'm getting back into swing of things. It always takes a good week after a holiday before one starts to feel productive again, or is that just me? Well after the weekend I reckon I'll be on it; at full steam again.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Now You See Me...Now You Don't
I've always wondered how exactly it was possible that people (although fictitious) couldn't recognize that Superman was actually Clark Kent... I mean sure he has a fancy, spandex costume and all; but, really, the only thing that separated mere mortal from demi-god (and actually hid his facial features) was a pair of reading glasses. Even as a youngster I felt that his disguise was full of holes (umm figuratively - not literally) .
Although I discovered that there may be some merit to his cover up after all. Apparently I confused the hell out of my peers earlier. After suffering from a head-splitting migraine, due to staring at the computer screen for too long, I decided to take my glasses off and rest my eyes. My colleagues began staring at me as if they didn't recognize me. After some interrogation, they said that they had never seen me without my spectacles and thought I was a completely different person.
Could I really look so different without them? Andi verified that I did, and also confirmed that she had some trouble identifying me the first time she saw me without them...
Hmmm perhaps I've found myself the perfect disguise, should ever I want to be involved in a bank heist. The only problem is that, without my glasses, I'd be half blind and probably walk myself straight into security and have my ass arrested...of course there's always contacts, but contacts freak me out. I tried them out once and a lense somehow got stuck in the back of my eye, not fun, not fun at all. I guess I'll have to stick to coming up with some million dollar web idea rather than robbing a bank then...
Although I discovered that there may be some merit to his cover up after all. Apparently I confused the hell out of my peers earlier. After suffering from a head-splitting migraine, due to staring at the computer screen for too long, I decided to take my glasses off and rest my eyes. My colleagues began staring at me as if they didn't recognize me. After some interrogation, they said that they had never seen me without my spectacles and thought I was a completely different person.
Could I really look so different without them? Andi verified that I did, and also confirmed that she had some trouble identifying me the first time she saw me without them...
Hmmm perhaps I've found myself the perfect disguise, should ever I want to be involved in a bank heist. The only problem is that, without my glasses, I'd be half blind and probably walk myself straight into security and have my ass arrested...of course there's always contacts, but contacts freak me out. I tried them out once and a lense somehow got stuck in the back of my eye, not fun, not fun at all. I guess I'll have to stick to coming up with some million dollar web idea rather than robbing a bank then...
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