Ok.... ek het geskrik vir koue pampoen

This morning when I left my home at 4:55am I got the fright of my life! With my hands full of stuff, laptop over the one shoulder, gym bag over the other I walked to my garage. Of course it is still dark as it is almost winter. As I walked up to a dark corner of one of the neighboring garages I suddenly saw a dark figure moving towards me! I nearly shat myself! For a moment my life flashed before my eyes…..I was still in the process of deciding to either run, or to start defending myself… when I heard the voice ….”Good morning sir!”…. It happened to be one of the armed security guards on night shift wearing a balaclava to protect him from the cold! This could have turned out ugly if I had a loose hand……..

A midnight blog

It is now 2am Monday morning, I can’t sleep as I had a cup of strong caffeinated coffee next door at 8 last night, and I’m tired of staring at the ceiling so I decided to use my time wisely by writing a blog.

It has almost been a week since my last blog, hope you all had a blessed and peaceful Easter weekend. I managed to catch up on some lost sleep from January as I booked myself into Gwen’s B&B just around the corner from my home for the long weekend. This is also the same hotel/restaurant I visit almost every night for supper, and pickup my laundry once/twice a week. I realized once again that being woken up with the smell of fresh coffee and biscuits in bed, is maybe one of the reasons why I only managed to move out of my mother’s house at age 26.

My weekend consisted mainly out of vegetating on the couch watching TV series on my PC, shopping, eating out, shopping, vegetating, eating out, shopping, vegetating, vegetating, eating out, gym, shopping, jogging, vegetating, washing my car, eating out and now blogging.

Luckily we are facing only a four day week, in which a whole lot of miracles need to happen at Barlow Optimus before I can jump on that plane to Cape Town on Friday night for a well deserved holiday. So you can expect some news from the mother city from next week as I’ll be blogging from the beach, . . . or a wine farm, . . . or a mountain, or a . . . . .

Ok alle grappies op ‘n stokkie, I was rather disappointed that Hendrik returned last night all the way from De La Rayville (not the song) without ANY homemade cookies (Hertzoggies, koeksusters, konfyt tertjies, anything) whatsoever, I think someone needs to have a word with someone. . . . no wonder the coffee keeps me awake!

If this blog didn’t make much sense please keep in mind the time of day it was written.

Happily Never After

My polish buddy (Andrzej) and I had the misfortune of watching the animation motion picture called Happily Never After last week Thursday night. Neither of us was impressed with anything in the movie, and we decided to walk out after about 30 minutes into the show, and rather went for a drink at Rhapsody’s.

This picture comes from the same producers as the very successful Shrek movies, which of course made us buy the tickets. To me it is a complete waste of money to produce a movie like this with no substantial story line, no intelligent use of humor, and animation that would look bad against the likes of The Masters of The Universe produced in the early 80s.

Happily Never After failed to score, thus 0 out of 10.

Running from your problems

I never thought I would live to see the day that an IT guy physically run away from me in order not to face the reality of him being completely useless and have been avoiding me for quite some time. I just happened to walk past the IT office (at one of my psycho clients) yesterday when the door opened behind me. As I turned around to see who exited the door I could see from the corner of my eye someone running around the corner. That someone looked very much like my “mate” from AutoMate whom I’ve been bugging, begging and threatening since January for certain requested deliverables. Who says you can’t run away from your problems!

So unfortunately I had to transform into a bastard again and sent out yet another email asking for my files and in the process copied the whole of Gauteng in the mail…….I’m still waiting for a response……. I’m running out of ideas!

A picture tells a thousand words

Once again I have writers blog this morning so I don’t have much to say. As they say a picture tells a thousand words so here is a thousand words:

Fliek Vlooi

I went to see the long awaited 300 this past Saturday. Like the rest of South Africa I was quite eager to see the movie. I don’t know why everyone was so excited about the movie, but I concluded that it might have something to do with the general state of mind of the average South African who carry around an internal frustration and couldn’t wait to see how a bunch of grown men bliksem the crap out of each other on the big screen. The bloodier the better!

I found the photography to be very moving, and the special effects were very well done. The director managed to transform an otherwise monotonous war story into a somewhat forbidding weird genre by the use of colors and special effects. On the other side the script failed to support the artistic creations and therefore was disappointing and at some stages boring. The way the movie came to an end failed to impress.

300 scores a 6

Monday morning blues

This Monday morning seems to have a definite blue shade to it. All the excitement of the weekend is starting to catch up with me as I struggle to get inspiration for the week.

Friday night I had a delightful experience which I haven’t had in a while. I hanged out with my long lost friend Mitesh, and he took me to a place called Frankie & Bananaz in Midrand to become cultivated. Apparently this place compares very well to the surroundings of Chatsworth in KZN.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen so many swooped-up cars in one location, I got flash backs from Newcastle! I must say my car looked rather dull at the time. Nevertheless I had a very good time and met new people and maybe even made new friends. Despite being one of the few white people in the club, I almost got bliksem’d as well, by white dudes, because this particular oke’s slutty chick (supporting national cleavage day) fancied me. This was the perfect time to make like a tree, because I prefer my face the way it is.

Getting up on Saturday morning to attend a family breakfast was quite challenging as I got home at 2 am that same morning. I don’t know who caught the most fish at the breakfast table, me or Josua (my little nephew).

Saturday night me and Freaky took to the streets again, first he completely demolished me in the bowling alley in a game that lasted like 5 minutes. I concluded that bowling is not really for me, and by the way wearing those funny unfashionable shoes doesn’t contribute positively to my image in any case. We later watched 300, but more feedback regarding that in my movie review.

I went to bed at 2am again, and got up in time for church to listen to some visiting preacher who blessed us with a performance of note, his high pitched voice were like blades on my bruised ears when he shouted at the top of his voice! They had to fasten his microphone 7 times which fell off because of his aerobic movements on stage. At least this woke me up completely!

After church I went to the bank (today, tomorrow together!! need I say more!), shopped till I dropped for 6 hours, went to gym, watched 4 episodes of Lost on my PC, chatted to Heinrich on the phone for 1.5 hours and then went to bed late again to get up at 4:45am which explains my current state of existence!