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compareSo everything in here is being scrutinized by girlfriend to compare the things i wrote to alida against what i tell her... wow... nice...
She feels she needs to compare, which is kinda eina, but anyways, lets get it over and done with. after that i delete this...
She feels she needs to compare, which is kinda eina, but anyways, lets get it over and done with. after that i delete this...
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
hier is dit als!
Ek het die storie getik. in word. dit hier sopas gepaste en toe delete. dit was cool om dit te doen. Ek gaan oor begin. Once again i'm in my home language. sorry.
Die laaste twee weke was...insane. dit was bad. dit was hardcore, en super stresvol. maar cool...
laas week, het ek in een aand baie dinge gedoen waaroor ek nie weer gaan praat na hierdie keer nie... dit was funny, cool en nuut, maar sal nooit weer gebeur nie. Ok, dit gaan, want die arme meisies is so gedrug deur die gedagtes daarvan dat hulle my smeek vir net nog een keer. nee, ek het hulle nie gerape nie, ook nie gedrug met allerhande illicit substances nie (alcohol wel, maar dis legal).
Laat ek explain. Baie van die goed wat gebeur het, het gebeur vir redes wat NIEMAND my kan inlig oor nie. Niemand weet hoekom presies dit gebeur het nie. soos in seriously. Wat ek wel weet is dat ek nooit in my lewe weer aan drank gaan raak as ek so stressed and panicked is soos wat ek laas donderdag aand was nie. nooit weer nie.
Dit het so begin. Ek het die juiste fatefull donderdag middag na uni by willem opgepitch. Chantelle was daar asook haar sussie, fifi. (ek weet, funny naam...*giggles*). ons het begin drink. dit was nog vroegerig gewees. Ek het my eerste assessment gehad die vrydag, en moes dus ook werk terwyl ek kuier, maar het my stuff tuis vergeet, so besluit toe om dit te gaan haal. Ek was in fifi se klere aangetrek ( ek WEET NIE hoekom NIE ) en sy in myne. willem en chantelle het omgeruil. Anyways, fif ry toe saam, want ons moes kos ook kry.
My beatle is siek. baie siek. Sadly, het die actual degree van siekness my verby gegaan. sadly. Dit was so net na 5 en spitsverkeer. dis okay though, niemand kyk in karre wat ry nie. Mense kyk wel in karre wat in die middel van die besigste robot gaan staan. hoe erg dit was sal jy NOOIT in jou lewe kan verstaan nie. dit was ERG. daar sit ons, dronk, ek het meisie's klere aan en ek moet karre laat verby kom want my flikkers werk nie. Ek bel my pa, hy moet my hier kom uittrek asb. hy is oppad, en die klere dillema tref my tot nuut. dis 'n probleem en dit moet opgelos word. so toe ruil ons klere. in die kar. in die middel van verkeer en vloekende motoriste. slim plan ne. ek is SEKER jy kan die image sien. ergness. anyways, my pa kom, dink ek is stoned omdat ek konstant giggel. wat well cool was is dat willem en chantelle nie in sy flat kon kom nie, want ek het die sleutels gehad vir een of ander rede. en vir een of ander rede is sy flat gesluit. hahahaha.
toe ons uiteindelik weer by sy flat uitkom, was fifi se twee chick maatjies ook daar. ek moes toe huis toe gegaan het, maar brightspark wat ek is dink mos nie so ver nie.
Die drinking games ly tot stripping drinking games, en kort voor later sit ek poedel fokken nakend daar, dankgod met 'n kombers oor my...dele... en ek was bitter dronk...
so toe die chicks uiteindelik loop, huistoe, terug skool toe (...jip...skool dogtertjies...matriek darem... willem, willem willem, wat het jou besiel dude... dank die here niks het "gebeur" nie, sou net verkeerd wees ) wou willem sy hare sny, en in sy dronkheid my die eer gegee... hy het sy nuwe styl vir die hele volgende dag gedra. hy het selfs hatfield met my binnegevaar sodat ek kon photos neem van alleys. kom ons stel dit as volg... duisende aandete geselskappies het hom as topic gehad daardie aand.
hierdie afgelope week was die eerste keer in my lewe dat ek geverf het. ek is trots daarop. dit dank die vader NIE opgefok nie. Ek moes 'n live model verf. 'n naak live model. man. awkwardness, considering dat ek die enigste dude is in my hele eerste jaar.
Adelle, my een lektor het op my gehit, en my dus BAIE gehelp, deur drie van my paintings VIR my te doen...basically. sy het my ook vertel om te ontspan oor my projekte waarmee ek toe nog nie eers mee begin het nie. ek love haar man. nie veel om na te kyk nie, heeltemal te innocent vir my, slightly blonde en te oud, maar ek love haar.
Met die painting assessment was ek wasted op drugs. ek is jammer. maar man, die pressure. dit het my hard gekry. okay, ek was stoned. net stoned. ek het toe nie my turpentine gedrink nie, dit sou my probably doodmaak. ek was baie stoned. ek was ook baie paranoid. Charlette het my darem jammer gekry en die hele tyd my advice gegee, breathmints en haar spray. sy is sulke kort, vet goth kind, baie cool chick.
Gisteraand het ek weer trainspotting gekyk, wat my opnuut herinner het hoekom ek skoon is wat drugs (behalwe nou gister se pot glipsie). man dis siek shit daar...hardcore verby.
Ons super geheime projek is so te se gereed vir die groot launch. Dis omtrent tyd. man, dis omtrent tyd. ons het al 5 skrywers wat vir ons gaan skryf. 'n johburg jewellry designer, 'n kok, 'n kaapse student, ek en willem, en MISKIEN kan ons sulke chick in adelaide, australia convince om ons expat section te run...sal jou op hoogte hou daar. en hopelik simone ook. die ding gaan ruk man! dit gaan moer cool wees!
ons werk nou al 'n maand straight daaraan, tussendeur die studies, stress en insanse dronk aande. baie bottels vodka het hierin gegaan, so dit beter uitwerk, dis basically my kaartjie.
en toe hardloop ek uit woorde uit... laat ek net gou photos paste.
oh yah, my party is die 29ste april. dit gaan kick ass wees ek hoop. my laaste aand van jonk wees en onskuldigheid.
ek het jou address weer nodig. het dit perongeluk delete. sorry. so stuur dit weer!
ek sit en luister koos kombuis. dis lekker. ek het vannaand absoluut NIKS gedoen nie. dit was awesome!
my ouers verdwyn dinsdag vir twee weke, wat my in beheer los. any votes on how big a fuck up this is going to be!?
ek mis jou. ek begin jou naam se in everyday conversation. dis erg. ek begin wonder of ek siniel raak.
Die laaste twee weke was...insane. dit was bad. dit was hardcore, en super stresvol. maar cool...
laas week, het ek in een aand baie dinge gedoen waaroor ek nie weer gaan praat na hierdie keer nie... dit was funny, cool en nuut, maar sal nooit weer gebeur nie. Ok, dit gaan, want die arme meisies is so gedrug deur die gedagtes daarvan dat hulle my smeek vir net nog een keer. nee, ek het hulle nie gerape nie, ook nie gedrug met allerhande illicit substances nie (alcohol wel, maar dis legal).
Laat ek explain. Baie van die goed wat gebeur het, het gebeur vir redes wat NIEMAND my kan inlig oor nie. Niemand weet hoekom presies dit gebeur het nie. soos in seriously. Wat ek wel weet is dat ek nooit in my lewe weer aan drank gaan raak as ek so stressed and panicked is soos wat ek laas donderdag aand was nie. nooit weer nie.
Dit het so begin. Ek het die juiste fatefull donderdag middag na uni by willem opgepitch. Chantelle was daar asook haar sussie, fifi. (ek weet, funny naam...*giggles*). ons het begin drink. dit was nog vroegerig gewees. Ek het my eerste assessment gehad die vrydag, en moes dus ook werk terwyl ek kuier, maar het my stuff tuis vergeet, so besluit toe om dit te gaan haal. Ek was in fifi se klere aangetrek ( ek WEET NIE hoekom NIE ) en sy in myne. willem en chantelle het omgeruil. Anyways, fif ry toe saam, want ons moes kos ook kry.
My beatle is siek. baie siek. Sadly, het die actual degree van siekness my verby gegaan. sadly. Dit was so net na 5 en spitsverkeer. dis okay though, niemand kyk in karre wat ry nie. Mense kyk wel in karre wat in die middel van die besigste robot gaan staan. hoe erg dit was sal jy NOOIT in jou lewe kan verstaan nie. dit was ERG. daar sit ons, dronk, ek het meisie's klere aan en ek moet karre laat verby kom want my flikkers werk nie. Ek bel my pa, hy moet my hier kom uittrek asb. hy is oppad, en die klere dillema tref my tot nuut. dis 'n probleem en dit moet opgelos word. so toe ruil ons klere. in die kar. in die middel van verkeer en vloekende motoriste. slim plan ne. ek is SEKER jy kan die image sien. ergness. anyways, my pa kom, dink ek is stoned omdat ek konstant giggel. wat well cool was is dat willem en chantelle nie in sy flat kon kom nie, want ek het die sleutels gehad vir een of ander rede. en vir een of ander rede is sy flat gesluit. hahahaha.
toe ons uiteindelik weer by sy flat uitkom, was fifi se twee chick maatjies ook daar. ek moes toe huis toe gegaan het, maar brightspark wat ek is dink mos nie so ver nie.
Die drinking games ly tot stripping drinking games, en kort voor later sit ek poedel fokken nakend daar, dankgod met 'n kombers oor my...dele... en ek was bitter dronk...
so toe die chicks uiteindelik loop, huistoe, terug skool toe (...jip...skool dogtertjies...matriek darem... willem, willem willem, wat het jou besiel dude... dank die here niks het "gebeur" nie, sou net verkeerd wees ) wou willem sy hare sny, en in sy dronkheid my die eer gegee... hy het sy nuwe styl vir die hele volgende dag gedra. hy het selfs hatfield met my binnegevaar sodat ek kon photos neem van alleys. kom ons stel dit as volg... duisende aandete geselskappies het hom as topic gehad daardie aand.
hierdie afgelope week was die eerste keer in my lewe dat ek geverf het. ek is trots daarop. dit dank die vader NIE opgefok nie. Ek moes 'n live model verf. 'n naak live model. man. awkwardness, considering dat ek die enigste dude is in my hele eerste jaar.
Adelle, my een lektor het op my gehit, en my dus BAIE gehelp, deur drie van my paintings VIR my te doen...basically. sy het my ook vertel om te ontspan oor my projekte waarmee ek toe nog nie eers mee begin het nie. ek love haar man. nie veel om na te kyk nie, heeltemal te innocent vir my, slightly blonde en te oud, maar ek love haar.
Met die painting assessment was ek wasted op drugs. ek is jammer. maar man, die pressure. dit het my hard gekry. okay, ek was stoned. net stoned. ek het toe nie my turpentine gedrink nie, dit sou my probably doodmaak. ek was baie stoned. ek was ook baie paranoid. Charlette het my darem jammer gekry en die hele tyd my advice gegee, breathmints en haar spray. sy is sulke kort, vet goth kind, baie cool chick.
Gisteraand het ek weer trainspotting gekyk, wat my opnuut herinner het hoekom ek skoon is wat drugs (behalwe nou gister se pot glipsie). man dis siek shit daar...hardcore verby.
Ons super geheime projek is so te se gereed vir die groot launch. Dis omtrent tyd. man, dis omtrent tyd. ons het al 5 skrywers wat vir ons gaan skryf. 'n johburg jewellry designer, 'n kok, 'n kaapse student, ek en willem, en MISKIEN kan ons sulke chick in adelaide, australia convince om ons expat section te run...sal jou op hoogte hou daar. en hopelik simone ook. die ding gaan ruk man! dit gaan moer cool wees!
ons werk nou al 'n maand straight daaraan, tussendeur die studies, stress en insanse dronk aande. baie bottels vodka het hierin gegaan, so dit beter uitwerk, dis basically my kaartjie.
en toe hardloop ek uit woorde uit... laat ek net gou photos paste.
oh yah, my party is die 29ste april. dit gaan kick ass wees ek hoop. my laaste aand van jonk wees en onskuldigheid.
ek het jou address weer nodig. het dit perongeluk delete. sorry. so stuur dit weer!
ek sit en luister koos kombuis. dis lekker. ek het vannaand absoluut NIKS gedoen nie. dit was awesome!
my ouers verdwyn dinsdag vir twee weke, wat my in beheer los. any votes on how big a fuck up this is going to be!?
ek mis jou. ek begin jou naam se in everyday conversation. dis erg. ek begin wonder of ek siniel raak.
another late night...
another late night, working. This is becoming a habit. hahaha.
I was one of the 45 000 people who went to the Johannesburg Coca-Cola colab concert. For us, who lives in South Africa it was amazing. Simple plan, The Rasmus, Collective Soul, our own homegrown band Seether (previously known as Saron Gas) and METALLICA!!!!!!! oh, some local bands pitched as well... hahaha. it was insane, 12 hours of standing in a crowd jumping around and screaming your lungs off.
It is ironic though, that a party sponsored by Coca-cola had SO LITTLE refreshments. there was ONE beertent, for which i waited 3 hours (at the very start, before there was even so much people) to get to the front, then the heat, hunger, thirst and me being compressed took it's toll and i passed out, forcing me to leave the row and miss my beer... After that it took me SIX FUCKING HOURS to get a GLASS OF COKE!!!!! SIX HOURS!!!!! i bought two, then some guy proposed pouring a very generous ammount of illegimitally smuggled rum into my coke if i swap him one glass. I did. it was good. it was strong and good. hmmmm....
Then collective soul had the privilige of a fore taste as to how the cape town gig is going to be like when they did their last song... everything died. power tripped or something... man they were upset.
Metallica grased us with a two and a half hour set, which was AWESOME. By then i was a tad tired, dehydrated and sore, so i had to dig really deep to find some energy for them...haha
I picked up no less than 9 girls during the day, two to start of with, but i knew they were going to be there, friends of mine of sorts, the underage, fat and raver sorts. i ditched them when some girl asked me wether i wanted to join them... 5 of them... 5 underage girls with a giggle compulsion and silly little girl talk. I conveniently lost them in the crowd. then i experienced a small world in 45 thousand people when i ran into some girl i met at some pub some time ago. Not much to look at, but it is somebody i know and who is my age, relatively, i think even older. She was fun company for a while, then metallica came on and i did not have to talk, thereafter i left. got a hug though! YaY!
I broke just about every road rule there is on my there. including a u-turn on the highway, driving wrong direction on highway to get back to the turn off...all while smoking and talking on my cellery phone and screaming and cursing other drivers not impressed with my manouvres. I was impressed. skill.
at around 12h00 am it ended, so then drove my sore, dehydrated, hoarse body to zeplins where i met up with some friends. I also ran into erica and angie, who after a fit about my hair actually behaved normal. She did not even try to pick me up. It might have been the smell though, but im hopefull that her being beaten up by her brother knocked some sense into her. Let it be known that i do not ever under any circumstances condone this sort of behaviour....but...erica....is...special....
bitch
anyways, i think that is me, apart from working my little arse off, nothing is new. oh yeah, secretive project coming soon. hopefully. ran into some issues with it, but sorting it out! so keep contact!
Tommorow i find out which of my works got approved for exhibition!! and simone sms'ed ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! w00t!
Im thinking about becoming a male stripper. my new hair and new innocence should get some ladies goign at least. i heard the money can be good. *flexes muscles*
I was one of the 45 000 people who went to the Johannesburg Coca-Cola colab concert. For us, who lives in South Africa it was amazing. Simple plan, The Rasmus, Collective Soul, our own homegrown band Seether (previously known as Saron Gas) and METALLICA!!!!!!! oh, some local bands pitched as well... hahaha. it was insane, 12 hours of standing in a crowd jumping around and screaming your lungs off.
It is ironic though, that a party sponsored by Coca-cola had SO LITTLE refreshments. there was ONE beertent, for which i waited 3 hours (at the very start, before there was even so much people) to get to the front, then the heat, hunger, thirst and me being compressed took it's toll and i passed out, forcing me to leave the row and miss my beer... After that it took me SIX FUCKING HOURS to get a GLASS OF COKE!!!!! SIX HOURS!!!!! i bought two, then some guy proposed pouring a very generous ammount of illegimitally smuggled rum into my coke if i swap him one glass. I did. it was good. it was strong and good. hmmmm....
Then collective soul had the privilige of a fore taste as to how the cape town gig is going to be like when they did their last song... everything died. power tripped or something... man they were upset.
Metallica grased us with a two and a half hour set, which was AWESOME. By then i was a tad tired, dehydrated and sore, so i had to dig really deep to find some energy for them...haha
I picked up no less than 9 girls during the day, two to start of with, but i knew they were going to be there, friends of mine of sorts, the underage, fat and raver sorts. i ditched them when some girl asked me wether i wanted to join them... 5 of them... 5 underage girls with a giggle compulsion and silly little girl talk. I conveniently lost them in the crowd. then i experienced a small world in 45 thousand people when i ran into some girl i met at some pub some time ago. Not much to look at, but it is somebody i know and who is my age, relatively, i think even older. She was fun company for a while, then metallica came on and i did not have to talk, thereafter i left. got a hug though! YaY!
I broke just about every road rule there is on my there. including a u-turn on the highway, driving wrong direction on highway to get back to the turn off...all while smoking and talking on my cellery phone and screaming and cursing other drivers not impressed with my manouvres. I was impressed. skill.
at around 12h00 am it ended, so then drove my sore, dehydrated, hoarse body to zeplins where i met up with some friends. I also ran into erica and angie, who after a fit about my hair actually behaved normal. She did not even try to pick me up. It might have been the smell though, but im hopefull that her being beaten up by her brother knocked some sense into her. Let it be known that i do not ever under any circumstances condone this sort of behaviour....but...erica....is...special....
bitch
anyways, i think that is me, apart from working my little arse off, nothing is new. oh yeah, secretive project coming soon. hopefully. ran into some issues with it, but sorting it out! so keep contact!
Tommorow i find out which of my works got approved for exhibition!! and simone sms'ed ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! w00t!
Im thinking about becoming a male stripper. my new hair and new innocence should get some ladies goign at least. i heard the money can be good. *flexes muscles*
taking a break...
Laat ek tot by die punt kom. Ek is ingetune op skryf, ek doen dit al vir die afgelope twee ure, en is nou eers halfpad. Ek is lus vir afrikaans, meestal as gevolg van Andre Le Toit, ook bekend as die ewige alternatiewe afrikaanse held...Koos Kombuis.
Ek voel positieflik funny. Dis 11h00, en hierdie kan met relatiewe sekerheid bekend staan as my eerste blog post vanaf my huis. Dit gaan gereeld vanaf my huis nou verskein, considering dat ek nie actually meer 'n werk het nie. Oh yeah, vir defenitiwiteit (dis verkeerd gespel ek weet), het ek vrydag bedank, my shareholder posisie opgegee in die hoop van 'n education. Ek voel goed oor die besluit. Om eerlik te wees was daar 'n bietjie van 'n senuagtigheid vlak wat begin opspring het, wat meestal ontstaan het uit my ambisiuese besluite van 'n toekoms in 'n jaar. Ek is after all nog jonk en stuff en sal nog vir 'n rukkie jonk bly...alhoewel, nie vir ewig nie...hahaha
Soos voorheen al gestel sit en luister ek na Koos Kombuis, meer spesifiek Lady van die bodorp, wat ek nou al seker sestig keer oorgeluister het, tot die ever increasing frustrasie van my arme ouers. Ek mis jou nou al so baie dat ek baie binnekort verskriklik soppy en onnodiglik (given circumstances) romanties en poetic even. Ek voel soos 'n klein seuntjie wat vir die eerste keer verlief is op 'n klein meisie wat hy die eerste keer gesien het op die swings in die parkie, wat actually vir hom gesmile het. Soos die ads waar hy dan na haar toe loop, 'n enkele blommetjie gee, en sy hom 'n piksoentjie op die wang gee. Daarna kyk beide af en skoffel hulle voete rond terwyl beide verskriklik bloos. Okay, net 'n bietjie... Jy laat my verskriklik baie dink aan Leonard Cohen se Suzanne, die mysteriousness, die odd confidence maar miskien is dit net die pienk fluffy gedagtes wat in beide ek in die song voorkom (omg, selfs deur die soppyness kom my nuut aangeleerde analisys van kuns deur)
Ek het nou sopas vir my 'n bottel rooiwyn en 'n baie benodigde sigaret aangeskaf. Dis funny hoe die mengsel van Cohen, rooiwyn en rook sulke baie sagte vreugde bring, en verbaas my nogals dat nie meer mense dit doen nie. Ek sweer dat elke persoon wat hierdie baie satisfactory ritueel kan ontdek sal ons 'n baie meer selfkennende en rustiger community kan wees. Satisfaction guaranteed! But wait, there's more!
Nie net sal jy die rustigheid en vreugde ontdek wat diep binne in selfs die mees paranoid en ADD persone skuil nie, maar binne 'n tydperk relatief tot jou inname van alkohol sal jy ook die wonderlike gedagtes beleef wat gepaard gaan met dronkverdriet. Nee nee ontspan, ek is nie van plan om vannaand tot daardie diep vlak van rehabilitasie te gaan nie. Ek het werk om te doen, en al hoe minder tyd om dit in te doen.
Ek is nie regtig te lus om aanhalings te maak nie, meestal omdat ek REGTIG nie lus is om nog credits aan te gee nie, maar wees ingelig dat Mona Lisa 'n GREAT song is. Dis amper soos om 'n boek te lees, of om na 'n cool prentjie te kyk. Dit gee jou sulke mentally visual prentjies. Jy weet, soos wanneer jy 'n boek lees en dit amper kan sien gebeur, in volle detail, kleur en soms selfs met geure. Dis awesome. Natuurlik is dit makliker om emosie deur sang op te wek as wat dit is deur skrif, maar 'n goeie skryfer wat sy shit ken sal dit tog kan doen. Soos Life of PI. of Tom Robbins, en die nuwe boek Please mr Einstein...
Miskien sal ek dit eendag ook kan regkry. Eendag, wat surprisingly vinnig nader kom. Met history of art het ek 'n gevoel dat ek bitter baie gaan skryf, en dink, en research doen. Die funny ding is, ek wil. Ek drang na 'n biblioteek, ek wil mense wow. ek wil bekend word. ek wil met jou wees. die wil is groter as nog ooit in my hele lewe en dis verbasend. Skrikwekkend odd.
Erica dink ek is onnatuurlik vasberade, alhoewel ek dink dit het meer te doen met haar unability om van my te vergeet. Sy het hoewel al vorderinge gemaak deur 'n ander dude op te tel. Ek is natuurlik skepties oor haar agenda, is dit nie dalk 'n ploy nie? Kan ek begin ontspan? Either way, het reply hoe cool dit is, en toe haar nommer delete. Nee erica, die punt dat ek nie met jou wil slaap nie het niks met doele of ideale te doen nie, ek hou net nie van jou nie... In die nie so legendariese woorde van Papa Lazarou "oh this is just a saga now..."
Weet jy hoe cool sou dit wees om nog in die tye te leef van Hillbrow? Man, ek is semi afgepiss daaroor dat ek die hillbrow era gemis het. Toe joh'burg nog Johannesburg was. Toe Kerkorrel en Kombuis en dagga-dirk uys nog die strate geloop het opsoek na nog heroin, en om asem te skep buite hulle dagga bewalmde flats. Ek mis nie die drugs nie, although ek seker toe nie sou omgee nie, maar die romanse daaragter is skrikwekkend. Dis my opinion at least. Mzoli dink ek is van my kop af, which is probably why ons nog vriende is...
Daaraan gedink, ek het vriende van pretty much all walks of our oh-so diverse culture. Ek is bevriend met 'n gangster swart mzoli wat hail uit yeoville. Ek is dik buddies met 'n boerseun wat nie die blou bulle support nie, en in 'n corporate environment werk in plakkies en 'n kort broek. Ek ken kapenaars en selfs 'n haarkapper uit potchefstroom. Ek is in kennis met skrywers, musikante en kunstenaars, en ek is verlief op 'n hot geek.
Ek het ou klasmaats wat vir my petrol ingooi elke keer as ek sabie besoek, wit klas maats. Ek ken 'n paar gay dudes, en 'n bietjie minder lesbians. wow. enough said, just wow.
Yeah, ek is VERSKRIKLIK analities, en laat dinge beter klink as wat dit probably is, maar vir my, impressive. Al wat ek nou nog wil doen is die wit perd en shining armour, die hot geek oplaai en wegry in die sons ondergang in. hmmmmmmm *imagine dit vir 'n oomblik* hmmmmmmmmmmmmm nice.... lekker.
Die woord van afrika... lekker... hahaha lekker man, dis mos nou lekker gedagtes. glad nie kak nie, ja nee kyk...
Teen hierdie naweek behoort julle die geheim kan bekyk. beginninge natuurlik, die produksie is nogals intensief, en verg heelwat werk waarvoor tyd min is, maar die deadline vir die babastappie is ingele vir die naweek. Julle sal dit MOET beleef, want ek dink dit gaan impressive genoeg wees. Ek hoop so. Dit sal goed wees vir baie dinge, onself included.
1150 woorde. nice. nie gedink so iets gaan so vinnig nie. Ek het gedroom 'n goeie vriend wat ek nog nooit ontmoet het nie het gesterf. Ek het uitgefreak, in 'n bad way. Was baie ontsteld daaroor, en ek word nie ontsteld oor sulke goed nie. 'n seker Markus. Ek het sy van verloor iewers tussen slaap en wakker word.
"Adrian lets end this. Let's go and buy the Jumping Frogs bootleg and have a wonderfull relationship together!" Droom twee, vanmiddag. Jumping Frogs bestaan nie, al reference op google is tot Oasis? En daar is 'n bootleg. odd no? Nog nooit daarvan gehoor nie though. Hou jy van oasis? ek hou nie van oasis nie.
Ek wil gaan sigarette koop. Ek dink nie ek gaan vannaand slaap nie, but dis ok want ek werk nie meer nie. w00t!!!
Sal miskien so 'n klein bietjie later kontak maak. Jammer pelle, dis in afrikaans, ek weet, hoe durf ek! But then again lees niemand traaidmark.mindsay.com nie, so dis ok. hahaha peace out people.
My gedagte vir die dag, ouens, vat dit rustig, sit neer die mes, dis nie worth it nie. Ontdek eerder Cohen, Le Toit, rooiwyn en sigarette (of joints, maar persoonlik is die nie meer cool nie)
Ek voel positieflik funny. Dis 11h00, en hierdie kan met relatiewe sekerheid bekend staan as my eerste blog post vanaf my huis. Dit gaan gereeld vanaf my huis nou verskein, considering dat ek nie actually meer 'n werk het nie. Oh yeah, vir defenitiwiteit (dis verkeerd gespel ek weet), het ek vrydag bedank, my shareholder posisie opgegee in die hoop van 'n education. Ek voel goed oor die besluit. Om eerlik te wees was daar 'n bietjie van 'n senuagtigheid vlak wat begin opspring het, wat meestal ontstaan het uit my ambisiuese besluite van 'n toekoms in 'n jaar. Ek is after all nog jonk en stuff en sal nog vir 'n rukkie jonk bly...alhoewel, nie vir ewig nie...hahaha
Soos voorheen al gestel sit en luister ek na Koos Kombuis, meer spesifiek Lady van die bodorp, wat ek nou al seker sestig keer oorgeluister het, tot die ever increasing frustrasie van my arme ouers. Ek mis jou nou al so baie dat ek baie binnekort verskriklik soppy en onnodiglik (given circumstances) romanties en poetic even. Ek voel soos 'n klein seuntjie wat vir die eerste keer verlief is op 'n klein meisie wat hy die eerste keer gesien het op die swings in die parkie, wat actually vir hom gesmile het. Soos die ads waar hy dan na haar toe loop, 'n enkele blommetjie gee, en sy hom 'n piksoentjie op die wang gee. Daarna kyk beide af en skoffel hulle voete rond terwyl beide verskriklik bloos. Okay, net 'n bietjie... Jy laat my verskriklik baie dink aan Leonard Cohen se Suzanne, die mysteriousness, die odd confidence maar miskien is dit net die pienk fluffy gedagtes wat in beide ek in die song voorkom (omg, selfs deur die soppyness kom my nuut aangeleerde analisys van kuns deur)
Ek het nou sopas vir my 'n bottel rooiwyn en 'n baie benodigde sigaret aangeskaf. Dis funny hoe die mengsel van Cohen, rooiwyn en rook sulke baie sagte vreugde bring, en verbaas my nogals dat nie meer mense dit doen nie. Ek sweer dat elke persoon wat hierdie baie satisfactory ritueel kan ontdek sal ons 'n baie meer selfkennende en rustiger community kan wees. Satisfaction guaranteed! But wait, there's more!
Nie net sal jy die rustigheid en vreugde ontdek wat diep binne in selfs die mees paranoid en ADD persone skuil nie, maar binne 'n tydperk relatief tot jou inname van alkohol sal jy ook die wonderlike gedagtes beleef wat gepaard gaan met dronkverdriet. Nee nee ontspan, ek is nie van plan om vannaand tot daardie diep vlak van rehabilitasie te gaan nie. Ek het werk om te doen, en al hoe minder tyd om dit in te doen.
Ek is nie regtig te lus om aanhalings te maak nie, meestal omdat ek REGTIG nie lus is om nog credits aan te gee nie, maar wees ingelig dat Mona Lisa 'n GREAT song is. Dis amper soos om 'n boek te lees, of om na 'n cool prentjie te kyk. Dit gee jou sulke mentally visual prentjies. Jy weet, soos wanneer jy 'n boek lees en dit amper kan sien gebeur, in volle detail, kleur en soms selfs met geure. Dis awesome. Natuurlik is dit makliker om emosie deur sang op te wek as wat dit is deur skrif, maar 'n goeie skryfer wat sy shit ken sal dit tog kan doen. Soos Life of PI. of Tom Robbins, en die nuwe boek Please mr Einstein...
Miskien sal ek dit eendag ook kan regkry. Eendag, wat surprisingly vinnig nader kom. Met history of art het ek 'n gevoel dat ek bitter baie gaan skryf, en dink, en research doen. Die funny ding is, ek wil. Ek drang na 'n biblioteek, ek wil mense wow. ek wil bekend word. ek wil met jou wees. die wil is groter as nog ooit in my hele lewe en dis verbasend. Skrikwekkend odd.
Erica dink ek is onnatuurlik vasberade, alhoewel ek dink dit het meer te doen met haar unability om van my te vergeet. Sy het hoewel al vorderinge gemaak deur 'n ander dude op te tel. Ek is natuurlik skepties oor haar agenda, is dit nie dalk 'n ploy nie? Kan ek begin ontspan? Either way, het reply hoe cool dit is, en toe haar nommer delete. Nee erica, die punt dat ek nie met jou wil slaap nie het niks met doele of ideale te doen nie, ek hou net nie van jou nie... In die nie so legendariese woorde van Papa Lazarou "oh this is just a saga now..."
Weet jy hoe cool sou dit wees om nog in die tye te leef van Hillbrow? Man, ek is semi afgepiss daaroor dat ek die hillbrow era gemis het. Toe joh'burg nog Johannesburg was. Toe Kerkorrel en Kombuis en dagga-dirk uys nog die strate geloop het opsoek na nog heroin, en om asem te skep buite hulle dagga bewalmde flats. Ek mis nie die drugs nie, although ek seker toe nie sou omgee nie, maar die romanse daaragter is skrikwekkend. Dis my opinion at least. Mzoli dink ek is van my kop af, which is probably why ons nog vriende is...
Daaraan gedink, ek het vriende van pretty much all walks of our oh-so diverse culture. Ek is bevriend met 'n gangster swart mzoli wat hail uit yeoville. Ek is dik buddies met 'n boerseun wat nie die blou bulle support nie, en in 'n corporate environment werk in plakkies en 'n kort broek. Ek ken kapenaars en selfs 'n haarkapper uit potchefstroom. Ek is in kennis met skrywers, musikante en kunstenaars, en ek is verlief op 'n hot geek.
Ek het ou klasmaats wat vir my petrol ingooi elke keer as ek sabie besoek, wit klas maats. Ek ken 'n paar gay dudes, en 'n bietjie minder lesbians. wow. enough said, just wow.
Yeah, ek is VERSKRIKLIK analities, en laat dinge beter klink as wat dit probably is, maar vir my, impressive. Al wat ek nou nog wil doen is die wit perd en shining armour, die hot geek oplaai en wegry in die sons ondergang in. hmmmmmmm *imagine dit vir 'n oomblik* hmmmmmmmmmmmmm nice.... lekker.
Die woord van afrika... lekker... hahaha lekker man, dis mos nou lekker gedagtes. glad nie kak nie, ja nee kyk...
Teen hierdie naweek behoort julle die geheim kan bekyk. beginninge natuurlik, die produksie is nogals intensief, en verg heelwat werk waarvoor tyd min is, maar die deadline vir die babastappie is ingele vir die naweek. Julle sal dit MOET beleef, want ek dink dit gaan impressive genoeg wees. Ek hoop so. Dit sal goed wees vir baie dinge, onself included.
1150 woorde. nice. nie gedink so iets gaan so vinnig nie. Ek het gedroom 'n goeie vriend wat ek nog nooit ontmoet het nie het gesterf. Ek het uitgefreak, in 'n bad way. Was baie ontsteld daaroor, en ek word nie ontsteld oor sulke goed nie. 'n seker Markus. Ek het sy van verloor iewers tussen slaap en wakker word.
"Adrian lets end this. Let's go and buy the Jumping Frogs bootleg and have a wonderfull relationship together!" Droom twee, vanmiddag. Jumping Frogs bestaan nie, al reference op google is tot Oasis? En daar is 'n bootleg. odd no? Nog nooit daarvan gehoor nie though. Hou jy van oasis? ek hou nie van oasis nie.
Ek wil gaan sigarette koop. Ek dink nie ek gaan vannaand slaap nie, but dis ok want ek werk nie meer nie. w00t!!!
Sal miskien so 'n klein bietjie later kontak maak. Jammer pelle, dis in afrikaans, ek weet, hoe durf ek! But then again lees niemand traaidmark.mindsay.com nie, so dis ok. hahaha peace out people.
My gedagte vir die dag, ouens, vat dit rustig, sit neer die mes, dis nie worth it nie. Ontdek eerder Cohen, Le Toit, rooiwyn en sigarette (of joints, maar persoonlik is die nie meer cool nie)
curveball!
So my plans have met a big roadblock. A block in the drainpipe of sorts. I think it is almost fair to say I'm screwed....for now. I have missed several assignments for uni, even though i only got enrolled TWO DAYS AGO! I have a big on for monday and i have no clue where to even begin.... man, ek gaan KAK!
I have come to the conclusion that I will no longer be able to work 12-16 hours a day AND still do uni. Therefore I am quiting....wait for it.... wait for it....my job. lol. But wait there is more... a plan arises out of this mist to continue with greater determination on the highly top-secret for which you have to stay tuned! *mad laughter*
The bank gave me money for no reason. R4000.00 added to my financial growth. unexpected but a nice gesture none the less, and thus my fund for oz groweth! *mad laughter again*
oooooooh spent the ENTIRE of last night working with my partners on the big secretive plan. was good, we wore different hats to solve different problems. we also drank a lot. probably why wore the different hats.... *twitches and giggles*
Alida. Willem is 'n virgin. *...*
anyways, and on that note...
I have come to the conclusion that I will no longer be able to work 12-16 hours a day AND still do uni. Therefore I am quiting....wait for it.... wait for it....my job. lol. But wait there is more... a plan arises out of this mist to continue with greater determination on the highly top-secret for which you have to stay tuned! *mad laughter*
The bank gave me money for no reason. R4000.00 added to my financial growth. unexpected but a nice gesture none the less, and thus my fund for oz groweth! *mad laughter again*
oooooooh spent the ENTIRE of last night working with my partners on the big secretive plan. was good, we wore different hats to solve different problems. we also drank a lot. probably why wore the different hats.... *twitches and giggles*
Alida. Willem is 'n virgin. *...*
anyways, and on that note...
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
heita is born
...or planning to be born. I figured a lot lately, and do not be mistaken, there ARE hidden agendas on this plan. and you will ALL be a part of it, at absolutely NO gain to any of you (supresses evil laugh), okay maybe ONE of you will be gaining something from this... stay tuned! details to come soon!
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
jittery blog posts and a Clorets chewing gum
I am quitting smoking from today. I want to say i quit, but i didnt, i went and bought another pack of smokes today... so in reality, i have not quit at all...
Since I am now officially a student, I can fly to oz land for like half the normal price of flights...w00t! This is awesome because with my year plan for the fly-to-oz-land plan i will have some spending cash too! thinking of some other cool idea as well, but will have to keep you posted on this. You can go ahead and send me some topics, ideas and stuff you would like to read about on a website.
There is going to be a lot of trouble tommorow. even more come month end. I hate it when people dont see the real things behind their "perspective" of what they think is happening. urgh... w00t! I might have quit smoking too soon....
In two days I am cutting my hair. In two days the fund begins. in two days my car gets cleaned. in two days i got my witch again to get cleaned up, pathced up, and to get some well needed advice on things like woman, life and why something told me to quit smoking last night... In two days I start to cycle again. In two days i'm going to be very busy indeed!
Today is lekker. I'm on track so far, i think. I might not get through all my tasks, but they were big tasks. one HUGE mother fucking bitch cunt of a task, which im leaving for last. however I am doing good so far. good. *jitters some more* glup!
Sorry alida, maar ek gaan nie my reels post nie. Hoekom? want hulle bestaan nie meer nie. het hulle opgeskeer. Alles bestaan nou uit een baie eenvoudige reel... "Nee dankie *smile* *nod* *loop weg*" Dit behoort voldoende te wees. Wanneer ek jou sien in ausieland (waaroor ek 'n paar baie fundamentally belangrike vrae begin ontwikkel het) sal die reel heeltemal weggewerp word voor ek nog van die vliegtuigie afstuimel...(drank is mos verniet op vlugte?)
Oh en ek gaan moeite doen met leer hierdie jaar. at least twee onderskeidings? is dit voldoende? ek reken ons begin met baba stappies!
Anyways, chuz en stuff, hoop jy het 'n lekker dagie en stuff en lief jou en hoop gisteraand was lekker met die boere wat kom kuier het!!!!1
oh by the way, ek benodig jou pos address.
Since I am now officially a student, I can fly to oz land for like half the normal price of flights...w00t! This is awesome because with my year plan for the fly-to-oz-land plan i will have some spending cash too! thinking of some other cool idea as well, but will have to keep you posted on this. You can go ahead and send me some topics, ideas and stuff you would like to read about on a website.
There is going to be a lot of trouble tommorow. even more come month end. I hate it when people dont see the real things behind their "perspective" of what they think is happening. urgh... w00t! I might have quit smoking too soon....
In two days I am cutting my hair. In two days the fund begins. in two days my car gets cleaned. in two days i got my witch again to get cleaned up, pathced up, and to get some well needed advice on things like woman, life and why something told me to quit smoking last night... In two days I start to cycle again. In two days i'm going to be very busy indeed!
Today is lekker. I'm on track so far, i think. I might not get through all my tasks, but they were big tasks. one HUGE mother fucking bitch cunt of a task, which im leaving for last. however I am doing good so far. good. *jitters some more* glup!
Sorry alida, maar ek gaan nie my reels post nie. Hoekom? want hulle bestaan nie meer nie. het hulle opgeskeer. Alles bestaan nou uit een baie eenvoudige reel... "Nee dankie *smile* *nod* *loop weg*" Dit behoort voldoende te wees. Wanneer ek jou sien in ausieland (waaroor ek 'n paar baie fundamentally belangrike vrae begin ontwikkel het) sal die reel heeltemal weggewerp word voor ek nog van die vliegtuigie afstuimel...(drank is mos verniet op vlugte?)
Oh en ek gaan moeite doen met leer hierdie jaar. at least twee onderskeidings? is dit voldoende? ek reken ons begin met baba stappies!
Anyways, chuz en stuff, hoop jy het 'n lekker dagie en stuff en lief jou en hoop gisteraand was lekker met die boere wat kom kuier het!!!!1
oh by the way, ek benodig jou pos address.
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
I think i did a bad thing today. But it was done with good intentions... education is a good intention isnt it?
See it ALL started at the beginning of the year 2003. I was then 17 going 18. I was young, a rebel against the education system and discovering the wonderfull beauties of alcohol and a social stance towards life. I did not like maths, so I ignored it (even in my final exams), i did not like accountancy but i made an effort to bribe my way through it. Geography was a miscommunication and strategy failure which resulted in the poor results. Blah blah blah, but what does this have to do with present day? LOTS...
I was told today, upon enrolling in university that my past is the cause for me being declined registration... I was basically told to either do a bridging course or fuck off. Neither of which being part of the adrian2006 roadmap. I was getting desperate. How was i going to tell alida that i am going to be stupid person for the rest of my life? I wasnt. I have plans, ambitions. Things to do before the people to see. A PLAN!
I decided that in the interests of my ambitious ideals and dreams of getting the girl i decided to take a walk on the debatable legallity side of life. I am still a south african and socially entitled to illegality. For the purpose of good however. I was going to find a way to bypass the system. I was going to enroll today no matter what.
So I briskly took a walk down to matric exemption department, and with a killer greasy smile announced that i have full exemption and that my original matric certificate is wrong and that the marks given there are incorrect. And i left the statement at home by accident. She looked at my friendlyness, my greassy suavity, my over smooth words and compliments, asked me what my real results were, wrote down my creatively adjusted marks, added them to the system, stamped my papers and told me to go register!!!!!!
Which i did. For a moment a slight cause for concern when the guy announced a small problem. something wasnt adding up. something was amiss *smile again even bigger, this guy looks highly official* no, i passed this guy too, he added something to his computer, smiled at me and told me to go pay!!!!!
so of i go, to go pay! which went breezily. then i got my books and i can now call myself a student of the arts. WOW! I think that south africa, deserves a big pat on the back. Of course i feel bad, and will for a long time, but to see it in my viewpoint... i managed to alter my history to create a more positive future!!! God bless africa.
sorry alida, maar ek MOES dit doen. Ek MOET studeer. my goals my goals!!!!!
See it ALL started at the beginning of the year 2003. I was then 17 going 18. I was young, a rebel against the education system and discovering the wonderfull beauties of alcohol and a social stance towards life. I did not like maths, so I ignored it (even in my final exams), i did not like accountancy but i made an effort to bribe my way through it. Geography was a miscommunication and strategy failure which resulted in the poor results. Blah blah blah, but what does this have to do with present day? LOTS...
I was told today, upon enrolling in university that my past is the cause for me being declined registration... I was basically told to either do a bridging course or fuck off. Neither of which being part of the adrian2006 roadmap. I was getting desperate. How was i going to tell alida that i am going to be stupid person for the rest of my life? I wasnt. I have plans, ambitions. Things to do before the people to see. A PLAN!
I decided that in the interests of my ambitious ideals and dreams of getting the girl i decided to take a walk on the debatable legallity side of life. I am still a south african and socially entitled to illegality. For the purpose of good however. I was going to find a way to bypass the system. I was going to enroll today no matter what.
So I briskly took a walk down to matric exemption department, and with a killer greasy smile announced that i have full exemption and that my original matric certificate is wrong and that the marks given there are incorrect. And i left the statement at home by accident. She looked at my friendlyness, my greassy suavity, my over smooth words and compliments, asked me what my real results were, wrote down my creatively adjusted marks, added them to the system, stamped my papers and told me to go register!!!!!!
Which i did. For a moment a slight cause for concern when the guy announced a small problem. something wasnt adding up. something was amiss *smile again even bigger, this guy looks highly official* no, i passed this guy too, he added something to his computer, smiled at me and told me to go pay!!!!!
so of i go, to go pay! which went breezily. then i got my books and i can now call myself a student of the arts. WOW! I think that south africa, deserves a big pat on the back. Of course i feel bad, and will for a long time, but to see it in my viewpoint... i managed to alter my history to create a more positive future!!! God bless africa.
sorry alida, maar ek MOES dit doen. Ek MOET studeer. my goals my goals!!!!!
hold the door... i want in!
Today is an important day in my life. Today is the beginning of me knowing that I am going to make it or not. My absolute LAST attempt to make it work. I have come to the conclusion that I have just about everything, a sort of starter pack of sorts. All i need to do is take the template and work it. Easy no? no. The Man above us has given me everything I dreamed off, but to make things fun for him he has also given me a lot of issues with focussing, determination and such stuff. I even have concentration issues... ADD or something lol.
BUT, I do believe the wall can be brought down. I am going to live like building for the next year. All structure, strict measurements and since I myself is also the architect I know the design is sound and absolutely stunning. Sadly, the only building contractors i could find on such short notice is me as well. Im no good as a builder, never was. does any immediate potential problems show so far?
Some things of note. I am going to cut my hair. Let's try it. Something unique. Something only I will wear. I think i can get over myself for that. I am going to really invest in fitness now, cycling of course, but also need to grow up and realize that people that are strong are more likely to be accepted into society...(ok, ok, the goth boy will admit....it would be nice to be accepted).
Then art will be stepped up BIG TIME, will NOT miss another class, will study harder than ever before ( just studying is an improvement ).
...and a lot less partying. I don't need to be social for a while. Will be good for me.
TOnight I am finalising my study course, tommorow i register for it, and then start work on it immediately. Work wise, im going to be the most hardcore designer in history!!!!!!!
In december im leaving on a jetplane for oz. for three weeks!
Ambition has NOTHING on me motherfucker!
BUT, I do believe the wall can be brought down. I am going to live like building for the next year. All structure, strict measurements and since I myself is also the architect I know the design is sound and absolutely stunning. Sadly, the only building contractors i could find on such short notice is me as well. Im no good as a builder, never was. does any immediate potential problems show so far?
Some things of note. I am going to cut my hair. Let's try it. Something unique. Something only I will wear. I think i can get over myself for that. I am going to really invest in fitness now, cycling of course, but also need to grow up and realize that people that are strong are more likely to be accepted into society...(ok, ok, the goth boy will admit....it would be nice to be accepted).
Then art will be stepped up BIG TIME, will NOT miss another class, will study harder than ever before ( just studying is an improvement ).
...and a lot less partying. I don't need to be social for a while. Will be good for me.
TOnight I am finalising my study course, tommorow i register for it, and then start work on it immediately. Work wise, im going to be the most hardcore designer in history!!!!!!!
In december im leaving on a jetplane for oz. for three weeks!
Ambition has NOTHING on me motherfucker!
ouch
i cant remember how i got home. all i know is my one tire is flat, like in FLAT. urgh, been sick since i awoke. man, that was one helluva party. it does mean no drinking for me for a while, but nou ja.
i did a bad thing though. i called alida very late in the evening. i dont think she appreciated it much...
i did a bad thing though. i called alida very late in the evening. i dont think she appreciated it much...
why did i think this would be perfekt?
hmmmmm... is it entirely possible that it wont happen? will it be that i was caught unprepared for a worst case scenario? not cool, but there is still time.
did i not impress enough ( i admit i did not think it required)? was it something i said?
I will make it up. i promise. i swear it. *gets out ye olde knight suit and starts polishing while looking for a horse..is a black one ok?*
is there another somebody? or...maybe...NO!?!?! it can't be!
*blurb* im not ghei, not even bordeline. im not.
damn, you look hot. more than i remembered.
did i not impress enough ( i admit i did not think it required)? was it something i said?
I will make it up. i promise. i swear it. *gets out ye olde knight suit and starts polishing while looking for a horse..is a black one ok?*
is there another somebody? or...maybe...NO!?!?! it can't be!
*blurb* im not ghei, not even bordeline. im not.
damn, you look hot. more than i remembered.
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
FRONTPAGE TOP STORY!
Tags: journalism reporter.co.za
journalismreporter.co.zawell I finally took the plunge and joined a journalism news site, run by the people from The Star and the Sunday Times and many other magazines. The editor of the sunday times runs it as well. and the one dude from Mnet's Carte Blanche.
I sent in my first article a day ago. It not only got published, but reach TOP STORY ON THE FRONT PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im also getting paid for it!!!!!
I sent in my first article a day ago. It not only got published, but reach TOP STORY ON THE FRONT PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im also getting paid for it!!!!!
it begins!
Ladies and gentlemen. Interesting times indeed!
I have just registered myself to a South African reporter website, and as a member will be writing stuff for them. I am as tense as a jackal in a thorn bush, but I am sure that creatively will come through at the end of the day...w00t!
finally i have taken the plunge, so let's see what happens hey!
I have just registered myself to a South African reporter website, and as a member will be writing stuff for them. I am as tense as a jackal in a thorn bush, but I am sure that creatively will come through at the end of the day...w00t!
finally i have taken the plunge, so let's see what happens hey!
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
Its been a long time
I have not been lazy (well, yes i have been lazy, but that is why i can say that i was not lazy...i was doing something else...being lazy), and I have not actually abandoned this little thing. I have...
..been on holiday.
I see things have been added, that pages feature for example....hmmm nifty... maybe i could start one, on Rodriquez or something. Besides, I owe it to the man, i missed his show and all, and truth be told, have not been overly exertive in my quest to full understanding on his behalf.
i read a new book. The latest cow in Tom Robbin's cow shed. wow. WOW. WOW!!!!!!! was awesome, as full of dirty thoughts, bizarre sexual ideas and intense phylosiphy (i know i spelled it wrong....not intentional i assure) with a storyline that could rip a bird from the skies and make it believe it was a bee. awesome... my love for this man's writing is growing ever more stronger...
I drove. oh gods i drove, far. on my own, roadtripping you can say. decided to take a break on my own. was splendidly boring. no technology whatsoever (of course, save for my The Cure cd collection). just me and the big mother. for about two days, then i landed in sabie and got myself re-aquanted with the television set.
new years was surprising. Adrian Kirsten has the will power to not over drink (to a certain value of over) and behave myself entirely. ok ok, i did misbehave a LITTLE, but nothing over excessive. On the note i think i may have decided to leave my youthfull days behind. find myself positioned in a little older generation. become a part of the older youthfulls....w00t
..been on holiday.
I see things have been added, that pages feature for example....hmmm nifty... maybe i could start one, on Rodriquez or something. Besides, I owe it to the man, i missed his show and all, and truth be told, have not been overly exertive in my quest to full understanding on his behalf.
i read a new book. The latest cow in Tom Robbin's cow shed. wow. WOW. WOW!!!!!!! was awesome, as full of dirty thoughts, bizarre sexual ideas and intense phylosiphy (i know i spelled it wrong....not intentional i assure) with a storyline that could rip a bird from the skies and make it believe it was a bee. awesome... my love for this man's writing is growing ever more stronger...
I drove. oh gods i drove, far. on my own, roadtripping you can say. decided to take a break on my own. was splendidly boring. no technology whatsoever (of course, save for my The Cure cd collection). just me and the big mother. for about two days, then i landed in sabie and got myself re-aquanted with the television set.
new years was surprising. Adrian Kirsten has the will power to not over drink (to a certain value of over) and behave myself entirely. ok ok, i did misbehave a LITTLE, but nothing over excessive. On the note i think i may have decided to leave my youthfull days behind. find myself positioned in a little older generation. become a part of the older youthfulls....w00t
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
MOTHER RUSSIA! VODKA! COMRADES...TO WAR!
So then this is my last week working for NetraLINK... wow. Just like that, it ends. From January I will be employed by DataPro, which is a HUGE company. Datapro took over NetraLINK and is closing their doors and taking all that was good.
Thank god, like 90% of the company staff was taken in as well, which is kinda nice. The CEO is out however. I am the only guy from my department that still has a job though, the rest all got Not-Taken_in which is a nice way of saying they will be standing in the unemployment line come january...ouch...
How do I feel about all this. Mixed. I am considering not taking the option at all and just leaving. I love datapro, it is an awesome company with great stuff happening in there. BUT, i have to move to johannesburg. I HATE, absolutely HATE johannesburg. I swore that I will move out of the country before moving to johannesburg. Another bad thing is that I will be working under a family friend. not cool at all.
On the upside. I cant move properly, and I am wondering if i will ever recover the proper use of several body parts. I am full of cuts, burns, and bruises. w00t! I got to party with The Narrow and Dubway, and a pro-cyclist. wow, what a party! man it was I N S A N E.
but soooo much fun.
I am considering flying down to cape town. For a week or so, partying with Olla. but doubt it happening.
Thank god, like 90% of the company staff was taken in as well, which is kinda nice. The CEO is out however. I am the only guy from my department that still has a job though, the rest all got Not-Taken_in which is a nice way of saying they will be standing in the unemployment line come january...ouch...
How do I feel about all this. Mixed. I am considering not taking the option at all and just leaving. I love datapro, it is an awesome company with great stuff happening in there. BUT, i have to move to johannesburg. I HATE, absolutely HATE johannesburg. I swore that I will move out of the country before moving to johannesburg. Another bad thing is that I will be working under a family friend. not cool at all.
On the upside. I cant move properly, and I am wondering if i will ever recover the proper use of several body parts. I am full of cuts, burns, and bruises. w00t! I got to party with The Narrow and Dubway, and a pro-cyclist. wow, what a party! man it was I N S A N E.
but soooo much fun.
I am considering flying down to cape town. For a week or so, partying with Olla. but doubt it happening.
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
things
Listening to: A Perfect Circle - The Noose
"and i'm more than just a little curious how you're planning going about making your ammends to the dead"
Hello world, this is me. Me is Adrian.
FRAPPER - I am now on frapper!
I can't quite figure how to get the marker right on my house. Google does not properly support africa yet, so i cant do it by map, but on the sattelite view i can follow the roads all the way to my house, but not the marker...ergh...
My answer on yesterday, about which software I will use for my upcoming website...I'm still kinda torn between the two, but I have decided on textpattern as my chosen software system. It is quite intense, and while not supporting a lot of things that b2evolution does, it is quite a bit more professional and more expandable...i think...urgh.
"and i'm more than just a little curious how you're planning going about making your ammends to the dead"
Hello world, this is me. Me is Adrian.
FRAPPER - I am now on frapper!
I can't quite figure how to get the marker right on my house. Google does not properly support africa yet, so i cant do it by map, but on the sattelite view i can follow the roads all the way to my house, but not the marker...ergh...
My answer on yesterday, about which software I will use for my upcoming website...I'm still kinda torn between the two, but I have decided on textpattern as my chosen software system. It is quite intense, and while not supporting a lot of things that b2evolution does, it is quite a bit more professional and more expandable...i think...urgh.
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
building traaidmark
I think this is my first really technical post yet. I am hoping to keep these to a minimum, but I am SO ecstatic about the whole process that it is becoming quite worrying actually. I do this for a living, but never before has my mind been so ... involved in everything. I am well aware that this is quite dangerous as i run the risk of bogging everything down to the point where it becomes not the greatest website in the world, but the worst (with pretty pictures...)
Design///
All things begins with a concept. My idea from the start was to make something completely different. This i did in my first design draft. It was beautifull, EXTREMELY different and would defenitely have pulled some attention. BUT, it it changed. Why?
I want to create something different, while still following the rules. I want it to be based on a tried and tested layout technique. Then I want to start adding the make-up and feathers and lip stick and doc martins and stuff. It needs to be unique in a standard way, if you get what i'm saying?
There is a very strong mix between clean lines, grunge textures and a lot of hand drawn elements. My main colors are mostly a khaki blend with deep red. To add some excitement in the mix i added here and there some faded, crumpled looks of dark reds. Quite pleasing I think.
I came up with a logo set that I think can be, with some design alterations, be blended in quite nicely.
I agree 100% that not many people will like the look, but I am not to be quite honest designing for many people. I am designing for MYSELF and the few ( I really mean FEW) people out there that would be able to find it attractive.
Do not misunderstand me gentlemen. While I am not designing for the majority of mainstream users, it does not mean that my coding will follow the same path....
SEE, this is my whole point, i want to bring my different, unique concept into a common popular platform. ok, a LOT of things are different still, but 100% following web standards. Everything you are used to will be there, from layout to features, but the presentation is going to rock your socks!
Text formatting //
I want EVERYTHING that you will see on my website to look different. the way i will present articles will be unqiue. the formatting of text will make you look twice. ranging from different and random text sizes, boldness and extravagant linkings, I can almost guarantee you that you will be amazed!
Coding //
I had to make some decisions here. The obvious choices were easy on technologies and platforms. This website will be a delicious xhtml/css/xml/ajax flavouring built on a php/mysql platform!
Some of the features will include a series of blogs, a dedicated SERIOUS gallery (in other words, NOT an image gallery. a reall art gallery on the web), my portfolio and some other nice things.
This lead my into a bit of a debate with myself. Should I code the blogs myself? I can, but will it 100% benefit what I am trying to achieve on my website. wow. a dangerous comment that.
I CAN code a blog, but not a really advanced one. Im not a programmer, im a designer, its as simple as that. the blog software of today has some really intense stuff built into it, with high quality coding, SEO functionality, backtracking and pingbacks etc. I opted for the pre-built solution, which i will then fully integrate into my site. At first my first choice was b2evolution, but i found another one which is a bit different, not entirely a blog, more a publishing system... i will say more in future, when i compared them both.
I am also getting my ISSN number soon, and will be checking into the whole advertising stuff soon. google has a nice one called adsense. anyways, soon you will know more. maybe a design tommorow? who knows. stay tuned bietses!
Design///
All things begins with a concept. My idea from the start was to make something completely different. This i did in my first design draft. It was beautifull, EXTREMELY different and would defenitely have pulled some attention. BUT, it it changed. Why?
I want to create something different, while still following the rules. I want it to be based on a tried and tested layout technique. Then I want to start adding the make-up and feathers and lip stick and doc martins and stuff. It needs to be unique in a standard way, if you get what i'm saying?
There is a very strong mix between clean lines, grunge textures and a lot of hand drawn elements. My main colors are mostly a khaki blend with deep red. To add some excitement in the mix i added here and there some faded, crumpled looks of dark reds. Quite pleasing I think.
I came up with a logo set that I think can be, with some design alterations, be blended in quite nicely.
I agree 100% that not many people will like the look, but I am not to be quite honest designing for many people. I am designing for MYSELF and the few ( I really mean FEW) people out there that would be able to find it attractive.
Do not misunderstand me gentlemen. While I am not designing for the majority of mainstream users, it does not mean that my coding will follow the same path....
SEE, this is my whole point, i want to bring my different, unique concept into a common popular platform. ok, a LOT of things are different still, but 100% following web standards. Everything you are used to will be there, from layout to features, but the presentation is going to rock your socks!
Text formatting //
I want EVERYTHING that you will see on my website to look different. the way i will present articles will be unqiue. the formatting of text will make you look twice. ranging from different and random text sizes, boldness and extravagant linkings, I can almost guarantee you that you will be amazed!
Coding //
I had to make some decisions here. The obvious choices were easy on technologies and platforms. This website will be a delicious xhtml/css/xml/ajax flavouring built on a php/mysql platform!
Some of the features will include a series of blogs, a dedicated SERIOUS gallery (in other words, NOT an image gallery. a reall art gallery on the web), my portfolio and some other nice things.
This lead my into a bit of a debate with myself. Should I code the blogs myself? I can, but will it 100% benefit what I am trying to achieve on my website. wow. a dangerous comment that.
I CAN code a blog, but not a really advanced one. Im not a programmer, im a designer, its as simple as that. the blog software of today has some really intense stuff built into it, with high quality coding, SEO functionality, backtracking and pingbacks etc. I opted for the pre-built solution, which i will then fully integrate into my site. At first my first choice was b2evolution, but i found another one which is a bit different, not entirely a blog, more a publishing system... i will say more in future, when i compared them both.
I am also getting my ISSN number soon, and will be checking into the whole advertising stuff soon. google has a nice one called adsense. anyways, soon you will know more. maybe a design tommorow? who knows. stay tuned bietses!
No leaves pickeds - pick a leaf
slipsliding into insanity!
I HAVE IT! i have the plan that will sort not only myself out, but also the rightwinged afrikaner community in orania, south africa!!!!
See. I have been listening to DOZI, and Valiant Swart, and i came to the conclusion that what the afrikaner community really NEEDS is a prophet. A leader. Someone who will show them the way, to lead them into the future!
I am as we speak busy organising my transfer to orania, south africa. My leading role i will play there? well, it is simple, i will become a drug dealer! 
maybe start up a rave club there or something!!!
Dont hate us, take more drugs and feel better! instantly!
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