I didn’t go to the J&B Met, but I did go to a J&B Met pre-party braai…which is close enough. I guess I just wasn’t up for the crowds and having been to the L'Ormarins Queens Plate, I figured I already had my fair dosage of fools and horses for one year.
It’s been a pretty chilled day, after eating far too much which always happens as it’s one of those unwritten braai laws, I just went home and dozed off in front of the TV while watching ludicrous episodes of South Park.
I’ve got a farewell party this evening at Rick’s Café, but I’m trying to take things easy, as I am still struggling post-flu symptoms.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Finito
I'm finished for the week. No more working, no more more working (yip that's right I repeated that twice for effect). It's the weekend! Time to unwind! Yeehaa!
Salsa
I went to my first Salsa lesson at Deluxe and I’m now a brilliant dancer.
Okay so you caught me, I’m still terrible; but at least I know the basic dance steps now. The problem is that I’m still thinking way too much about what I’m doing, that I get completely confused and lose my timing.
It’s the same when I started to learn to play the guitar and I’ve found that there’s only one way around that and that’s by practicing a lot so that it all starts feeling familiar.
Definitely won’t be my last time at salsa class.
Okay so you caught me, I’m still terrible; but at least I know the basic dance steps now. The problem is that I’m still thinking way too much about what I’m doing, that I get completely confused and lose my timing.
It’s the same when I started to learn to play the guitar and I’ve found that there’s only one way around that and that’s by practicing a lot so that it all starts feeling familiar.
Definitely won’t be my last time at salsa class.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Upswing
It’s amazing how one small thing, during the course of the day can change ones mood. Having a sore throat and feeling drugged up, on a chaotic day at work, invariably starts you off on the downside.
Worse is that I’m getting quite tense, not being able to keep active; due to this stupid chest infection.
However, after receiving a short message, confirming the arrival of a special someone in February I now find myself on the opposite side of the mood spectrum. I’m practically cheerful.
To top off the upswing, after removing my bandages I’ve just found that the hole in my hand is healing up really nicely, which means I can move on to regular plasters and save myself from looking like someone who’s just come out of a brawl…although the latter did help with my street cred a little.
Worse is that I’m getting quite tense, not being able to keep active; due to this stupid chest infection.
However, after receiving a short message, confirming the arrival of a special someone in February I now find myself on the opposite side of the mood spectrum. I’m practically cheerful.
To top off the upswing, after removing my bandages I’ve just found that the hole in my hand is healing up really nicely, which means I can move on to regular plasters and save myself from looking like someone who’s just come out of a brawl…although the latter did help with my street cred a little.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Three's Company
I saw a lot of funny, foreign looking objects lying around in my flat as I got in from work today.
Firstly by foreign I mean they don’t belong to me or my brother and secondly by foreign I mean, I have no idea what the heck some of those things were. They are far too girly for a masculine guy like me to identify. I can only deduce that the beady looking thing next to me, as I type are “ear rings” and the pointy things I see lying on the floor at my feet are “high heels”.
You see our dear friend Candice is using our flat as a halfway house, temporarily boarding here before moving into a place of her own.
Heat Magazines, weird looking war paint(make-up) and Jimmy Choo pumps aside; it’s refreshing to have a feminine touch in the Ou Bro’s bachelor pad for a change. And what a female guest also affords me is that it’ll stop my brother from dropping his rods and strolling around starkers, thus sparing me a few years on therapy fees…
Firstly by foreign I mean they don’t belong to me or my brother and secondly by foreign I mean, I have no idea what the heck some of those things were. They are far too girly for a masculine guy like me to identify. I can only deduce that the beady looking thing next to me, as I type are “ear rings” and the pointy things I see lying on the floor at my feet are “high heels”.
You see our dear friend Candice is using our flat as a halfway house, temporarily boarding here before moving into a place of her own.
Heat Magazines, weird looking war paint(make-up) and Jimmy Choo pumps aside; it’s refreshing to have a feminine touch in the Ou Bro’s bachelor pad for a change. And what a female guest also affords me is that it’ll stop my brother from dropping his rods and strolling around starkers, thus sparing me a few years on therapy fees…
Monday, January 26, 2009
Happy New Year!...Again
Going to work sick with a hole in the hand must be one of the most uncomfortable things that one could possibly do. But I did it, because that’s the type of guy I am: A team player. It would have probably been beneficial for my health should I have stayed at home, but “No-Sir-Ree”, I couldn’t afford to let another day go by without being productive.
I never realized how much I used my left hand, until stabbing myself with a knife of course. Even though I’m right handed, I find myself using the left a considerable amount; I found my pain threshold being tested by using it over zealously, forgetting that I had injured it.
I grow weary of being sick and can’t wait to be back to full health, so I can get back into my normal daily routine…
By the way it’s Chinese New Year. The year of the Ox I’m told. To be honest I wouldn’t have known at all, if it weren’t for the excited phone call I received from my Parents last night.
“Xin Nian Kuai Le!” I heard from the other end of the receiver (That’s Happy New Year in mandarin in case you’re wondering).
“Oh really?!!” Was my shocked response.
“Well in that case Xin Nian Kuai Le! Back” I hollered.
I never know quite exactly when Chinese New Year is, as it follows the Lunar Calendar and is never on the same day. Strange though, I should, as Chinese New Year is more celebrated in the land of my heritage than any other event.
People in Taiwan work ridiculously hard throughout the year, they don’t take breaks, not even for Christmas. Most people don’t like holidays, in fact the Taiwanese work ethic used to be so extreme that the government eventually made it a law that all citizens had to take at least one day off week a week; as they found people were working themselves to premature deaths.
Come Chinese New Year, everyone is off and they usually celebrate for about a week. People go mad, they run around in the streets letting off fireworks, eating strange food and present each other with red envelops (called Hong Bow) filled with money.
I guess here in Africa, thousand of miles away from home; a lot of the meaning and crazy customs have been lost. But I’m still vigilant in trying to get a week off next year, based on my being oriental. Looks like the work ethic bit has escaped me as well…
I never realized how much I used my left hand, until stabbing myself with a knife of course. Even though I’m right handed, I find myself using the left a considerable amount; I found my pain threshold being tested by using it over zealously, forgetting that I had injured it.
I grow weary of being sick and can’t wait to be back to full health, so I can get back into my normal daily routine…
By the way it’s Chinese New Year. The year of the Ox I’m told. To be honest I wouldn’t have known at all, if it weren’t for the excited phone call I received from my Parents last night.
“Xin Nian Kuai Le!” I heard from the other end of the receiver (That’s Happy New Year in mandarin in case you’re wondering).
“Oh really?!!” Was my shocked response.
“Well in that case Xin Nian Kuai Le! Back” I hollered.
I never know quite exactly when Chinese New Year is, as it follows the Lunar Calendar and is never on the same day. Strange though, I should, as Chinese New Year is more celebrated in the land of my heritage than any other event.
People in Taiwan work ridiculously hard throughout the year, they don’t take breaks, not even for Christmas. Most people don’t like holidays, in fact the Taiwanese work ethic used to be so extreme that the government eventually made it a law that all citizens had to take at least one day off week a week; as they found people were working themselves to premature deaths.
Come Chinese New Year, everyone is off and they usually celebrate for about a week. People go mad, they run around in the streets letting off fireworks, eating strange food and present each other with red envelops (called Hong Bow) filled with money.
I guess here in Africa, thousand of miles away from home; a lot of the meaning and crazy customs have been lost. But I’m still vigilant in trying to get a week off next year, based on my being oriental. Looks like the work ethic bit has escaped me as well…
Sunday, January 25, 2009
That's Going to Leave a Mark
“Son of a…that’s going to leave a mark”. Few people on this planet can match my clumsiness.
I was trying to prepare some chicken earlier and somehow managed to stick a knife into my left hand. You know that it’s quite deep when most of the tip of the knife is missing and you have to jiggle it a little to get it back out.
Amazingly, at first you don’t really feel the pain, the sudden rush of adrenaline blocks it out and it’s actually the visual cue that allows you to register that something bad has just happened. After pulling the knife out, you don’t think that it’s going to be too bad, you see a hole there, but there’s only white, no blood. Seconds later though, just when you think you’re okay it comes gushing out.
I rushed to the basin to wash away the crimson mess and see what damage I had inflicted. It looked pretty deep. Thankfully, I keep a mini first aid kit and got my brother to clean the wound and bandage it up.
About half an hour later, the pain has started to settle in… I do stuff like this quite often, and I’m pretty certain it’s going to be quite uncomfortable for the next little while.
I was trying to prepare some chicken earlier and somehow managed to stick a knife into my left hand. You know that it’s quite deep when most of the tip of the knife is missing and you have to jiggle it a little to get it back out.
Amazingly, at first you don’t really feel the pain, the sudden rush of adrenaline blocks it out and it’s actually the visual cue that allows you to register that something bad has just happened. After pulling the knife out, you don’t think that it’s going to be too bad, you see a hole there, but there’s only white, no blood. Seconds later though, just when you think you’re okay it comes gushing out.
I rushed to the basin to wash away the crimson mess and see what damage I had inflicted. It looked pretty deep. Thankfully, I keep a mini first aid kit and got my brother to clean the wound and bandage it up.
About half an hour later, the pain has started to settle in… I do stuff like this quite often, and I’m pretty certain it’s going to be quite uncomfortable for the next little while.
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