July 5, 2009
These days I’ve been really angry. Angry at my parents. Angry at my friends. Angry at myself. Angry for no reason.
I seriously don’t know whats wrong with me. Maybe its all the years of bottling the anger inside of me. Im a chilled out guy. Anything happens ill be the one saying “Chill out” or “It’s gonna be ok”. But thats what dreamers says. As of lately i’ve become a realist. And I know its not going to be alright.
Its like someone took the bottle of Anger inside of me and shook it and opened it. Now the rage is spraying itself all over at everyone. I even said some mean things to a friend of mine which was uncalled for.
I’m calm at the moment, alone at home on a sunday in front of the PC watching Chuck. I think I should start an activity to curb my anger or to release it into something constructive.
Maybe kickboxing…
June 29, 2009
16 August 1977
Jeff was attending a movie at the Liberty Cinema. It was an action flick as he says. Could be “action” but he’ll never tell me. He and the gang were leaving Liberty to cross the road to a small kade that sold cigarettes. Now the cigarette shop is Liberty Plaza. They smoked the cigarettes while listening to the small radio that was playing in the background, drowned by the voices of the inhabitants. But one sentence put the noise to a stop.
“It appears that Elvis Presley’s body has been found dead in a bathroom”
Everyone stood still. The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll is dead.
June 26th 2009
I was downstairs having breakfast. Pancakes and Seeni Sambo. An East meets West dish that my mother makes. Jeff was sitting across me enjoying a smoke and talking about the swine flu crisis. Its Rahul’s birthday I take my phone out to call him. The effects of hikka still going through my body. As I take my phone out Ranuk calls me. All he says is “Michael Jackson is dead”
What an icebreaker. Mum puts the kitchen television on. Its all over CNN. Breaking news. The King of Pop is dead.
I was always a MJ fan. I’ve attempted the moonwalk, sang “beat it” to people I don’t like and even contemplated plastic surgery. I have all his albums. On my pc. While dad has better boasting points saying he has MJ’s vinyl records.
Whats sad was that for the past decade people have been making fun at him, accusing him and laughing at him. Now that he’s dead they all praise him. There are Michael Jackson posters all over Majestic City and album sales have risen. I remember once on VH1 where they were laughing at him for bumping onto the stage while walking up to get an award. So what if he did? Its pretty normal to bump into anything. Noooo but hes Michael Jackson lets just laugh at him.
He will always be a legend no matter what. Someone who revolutionized the music industry with his smooth moves and amazing talent.
June 17, 2009
Yesterday I finished my last public exam for this year. The next exam I calculate is next may. Which is quite kick ass.
I spend the evening on the beach, getting stoned and wasted. What a finish. What an end.
Today I wake up and I wonder. What do I do now?
I need to clear my desk and sell my text books. I won’t be needing them and lets thank god for that. Exams didn’t go that great. And i know it, but still it’s the end of the journey that really matters.
Now its all about doing nothing, and more of nothing. Reminds me of John Lennon’s quote : “Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted”
He also did say the Beatles was more popular that jesus but lets save that one for another post 
Ill be found on the beaches of Unawatuna next week. So if you do see me, drop by say hi. And lets blur the night away…
June 13, 2009
All I’ve been doing these couple of weeks has been studying. Studying. And more studying!
From sex addiction to learning styles in psych, to Ansoff’s matrix and five forces in business, its all in my head!
My study method is making short notes. I first study the text in detail. Notes, Tutes or Internet material; I study it all.
Then I write down short notes on it while skimming through the content. Using keywords to highlight an area. A 10 mark evaluation answer that would go on for 2 pages would be summarized in 6 points. Something like that.
So constantly my right hand does the writing while the left hand holds onto the book. Which means they are full and are unable to do other actions such as hair parting and ball scratching.
So to save time i do a quick hyperspeedballscratch. So fast that you dont see my hand move. Its fast and effective and noone gets hurt. Im happy, my balls are happy and I move on with teaching styles in psychology.
Even now i just did it. Inbetween the n and w. Wow im good.
Anyway hope its good
June 2, 2009
Bubblegum in her mouth, bubble gum in her hair.
Mini Skirt and fishnets makes all the old people stare.
Red lipstick, blue eye liner.
Damn that girl can’t get finer.
Ring around her nose, Freedom in her head.
She leaves home to fight for the dead.
Peace around her neck, Her heart in pieces.
She runs away to speak for the speechless.
Acid in her system, room full of faces
A life where people are spaces.
A girl who see’s no difficulties,
She’s a girl from the 80’s
May 30, 2009
Yesterday at 3 AM in the morning we got a call saying that my mothers great aunt had passed away. Everyone had seen that coming so in the morning we were to go see the body.
It was 10 AM and were driving to the funeral. I was hearing Duncan Sheiks’ “Barely Breathing” on my left ear and to my right i was hearing my father.
He tells me this joke at every possible funeral for the past 18 years.
“Do you know what R.I.P stands for?”
And I for the past 18 years reply by saying “Oh thats easy, Rest In Piece.”
To which he replies “Nope, Its Return If Possible”
And he laughs loud and I die a little inside.
The funeral was a typical muslim funeral. We ended up at the graveyard at around 4.30. I watched as her two sons get into the burial ground and under a cover they rest their mother at her final place. Two balls of mud were placed, one at her head and another at her feet. My dad later told me that it helped decomposition.
Once her sons got out, red eyed. We each took a handfull of dirt and threw it in after her. A final goodbye. I watched the two brothers who just laid their mother to rest. Both were always loud at a function, the life of the crowd. Just this time the crowd was here but the purpose was different.
I looked at dad who was leaning against the car, chilling as usual pulling on a benson and noticed that he had got his first white hair on his eye brow.
I realized that I wasn’t the only one getting older. And I dread the day that I get into that pit to bury my own.
May 29, 2009
Its been quite a hectic couple of weeks. I have exams coming up and this is taking up all my lovely computer time. This means less time to blog more time to study. In between reading my psychology case studies and business texts i make it a point to read a good book. I’ve read two really good books which my sister bought back when she came from uni. I’ve read em before but i wanted to read em again. Catching up as they say.
The books are Happy by Keith Gray and Noodle Head by Jonathan Kebbe.
Happy is about this teen who wants to start a band called Happy. He dreams about going on stage and saying ” Hi we’re happy and we hope you are too”.
To which I reply. No. There’s a Yoko Ono in this band as well.
Noodle Head is about this teenager who keeps running away from school and they finally arrest him and dump him in a correctional facility where they drug you to correct you. He ends up planning an escape and runs away to this blind girl.
You should try reading these books, quite humorous, quite inspiring.
Im not happy? Are you?
You dont need dope to cope! Or do you?
Now moving onto the block. Its not that I don’t have time like I mentioned before its also that i really don’t know what to write. I wrote a small draft on the post war issue called Aftermath. Thats yet to be published. After 2 attempts to try and type it just didn’t work out and now hangs around my draft folder. I even wrote a poem, something i haven’t published in a long time. That also is in the draft folder being bullied by my Aftermath post.
I hardly have been out of the house, its quite depressing I tell you. Can’t even sleep. Normally i would stay up and write but I can’t even try doing that. Sigh. I have to send DeeCee my video by tonight.
Exams i tell you…
May 13, 2009
My previous post showed how much of a chocolate addict I am. After posting it and seeing the comments i remembered a story my mum once told me about her only son.
This guy at a young age was stuck up and snobbish. He thought the colour brown was disgusting and thus didn’t eat chocolate. His mother feeling sorry for her son gave him white chocolate one day.
He couldn’t believe that that brown thing was actually this tasty. Soon the brown thing that disgusted him was now a part of him. It keeps him going, makes him live longer and empties his wallet.
Thanks mum for showing me the Chocolate. Love you
May 12, 2009
I am currently high. Not from weed or alcohol but from chocolate.
I currently am on :
- Two spoons of Nutella in the morning
- Two pieces of Chocolate Cake
- 500 ml Chocolate milk from Kiri Kade
- More Nutella
- Two scoops of Chocolate Ice Cream with Nutella
- A Chocolate Suprise doughnut from GoNuts
- More Nutella after dinner.
Damn this feels good. Oh and Keels is having a buy 2 get 1 free Nutella promotion. Go get some!
May 12, 2009
What dad normally asks - “What crap are you listening to now?”
To which i reply, “Techno Baby, Techno”.
Beat by beat, sound by sound its the music that takes you onto a whole new level. The music that makes you move no matter where you are or what you are on. Not many people like techno, they just say its only good when your on drugs, which i cant disagree on, but comeon give it some credit.
Its 2.30 AM and im listening to Yes.fm. On the weekends they have some crazy techno podcasts that they air. Namely Roger Sanchez’s “Release Yourself” and Hed Kandi with David Dunn. Also they have their own stuff which their DJ spins from their station. I’ve seen him do it. Long time back there was DJ Anzar who i happened to meet when Yes.fm came to Crescat for christmas. I chilled with him on a saturday night at around 11PM. Watching him spin on quite a magnificent deck, he thought me a thing on two and i got to talk on air as well. He didn’t talk much, mostly a thumbs up which he put up for everything i asked him.
“Whats this song?”
Thumbs up
“What does that button do?”
Thumbs up
Destination Calabria is playing now and im so elated. On saturday nights like this me and R call each other up (if we haven’t gone out that is) and dance around his room. He decorates his room with putting coloured tee’s over his lights while i use a dimmer. And we just dance the night away till around 3AM.
God i love this sound.
