Physically
Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with the laptop on my lap. Listening to Stereo Love by Edward Maya ft Alicia, song on repeat. Flexing my toes in time with the beat.
Surrounded by boxes and papers and books and stationery and files, with my shoes tossed carelessly aside by the door. Official documents, flyers, certificates, important letters, statements, writings, numbers, government logos, company letterheads. Most of them dont make any sense to me. Some of them are randomly grouped together. I dont think we need them, but they dont make sense to me so I keep them anyway.
I look up to find more to describe. The stereo in the corner catches my eye. Unplugged, lying on its side, the CD compartment cover is open, stacks of CDs next to it, I guess mostly data CDs. A keyboard leaning against the bookshelf. Empty bookshelf, save for some odds and ends and crap and a couple of my books.
Wires, invitations that were never sent, pictures to be hung up, heater. Its end of November in the Southern Hemisphere and I still need a heater.
Mentally
Chaos, half here, half there, not really completing one thing, misguided and misaligned purpose.
Also prone to picking navel fluff.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My A to Z of Cape Town
A is for Alavaladhi Ashram - where it all began
B is for Beluga - half price sushi and cocktails
C is for Caaaaaaamps Bay.. cos thats where the chicks are..
D is for drive by McDonalds in Green Point and Rondebosch after a big night out
E is for Edward Street
F is for foreigners. Not just during World Cup season
G is for Guetta. My second live concert and where M bullied me twice in 1 night (thanks for both instances)
H is for Hout Bay and the winding roads that took me there late at night
I is for I. Everything I was.
J is for Julep and Jade - my two fav night spots
K is for Knysna. What an awesome roadtrip!
L is for Long Street. Enough said :)
M is for M. She knows who she is! :)
N is for names. Where he says his name, I hear one name and she hears another name. Happened so many times.
O is for Old Biscuit Mill. I feel so yuppie-like everytime I am there
P is for Pierce Brosnan in a multi coloured jersey outside the Cape Royale Hotel at the start of the World Cup. I think.
Q is for Quay. As in "who is the quay?"
R is for Rambo in Afghanistan. The first Rambo movie I watched, in the company of Maveli and Niju. My Good Gaard.
S is for Skeleton George - where I led them up the waterfall
T is for Table Mountain. The pride and joy of the mother city.
U is for ur amma. NAT
V is for the views in Cape Town - the mountain, the city, the ocean, the hills, the lights, the roads, the sunsets, the sunrises, the people..
W is for winds and remembering the time I had to ask a security guard to hold my hand because I kept being blown over
X is for the xox collections
Y is for Yachets. And the multitude of other words that have been bastardised by the Alavaladhis
Z is for Zakumi. And the month long farewell party in Cape Town.
B is for Beluga - half price sushi and cocktails
C is for Caaaaaaamps Bay.. cos thats where the chicks are..
D is for drive by McDonalds in Green Point and Rondebosch after a big night out
E is for Edward Street
F is for foreigners. Not just during World Cup season
G is for Guetta. My second live concert and where M bullied me twice in 1 night (thanks for both instances)
H is for Hout Bay and the winding roads that took me there late at night
I is for I. Everything I was.
J is for Julep and Jade - my two fav night spots
K is for Knysna. What an awesome roadtrip!
L is for Long Street. Enough said :)
M is for M. She knows who she is! :)
N is for names. Where he says his name, I hear one name and she hears another name. Happened so many times.
O is for Old Biscuit Mill. I feel so yuppie-like everytime I am there
P is for Pierce Brosnan in a multi coloured jersey outside the Cape Royale Hotel at the start of the World Cup. I think.
Q is for Quay. As in "who is the quay?"
R is for Rambo in Afghanistan. The first Rambo movie I watched, in the company of Maveli and Niju. My Good Gaard.
S is for Skeleton George - where I led them up the waterfall
T is for Table Mountain. The pride and joy of the mother city.
U is for ur amma. NAT
V is for the views in Cape Town - the mountain, the city, the ocean, the hills, the lights, the roads, the sunsets, the sunrises, the people..
W is for winds and remembering the time I had to ask a security guard to hold my hand because I kept being blown over
X is for the xox collections
Y is for Yachets. And the multitude of other words that have been bastardised by the Alavaladhis
Z is for Zakumi. And the month long farewell party in Cape Town.
Friday, July 16, 2010
2010 FIFA World Cup: A new fan emerges
This is in memory of the 2010 FIFA World Cup in South Africa. A month where I watched entire soccer games, strained my jaws blowing the vuvuzela, felt my heart ache when 2 goals were scored against South Africa thus eliminating us from the tournament and was proudly African for Baghana Baghana.
It was also a month where I spent many happy hours searching for the hottest players in the game. With no further ado, presenting my 2010 FIFA World Cup Hotties, in ascending order:
Nikita Rukavytsya, Australia
Eyes - tick. Exotic Foreigner - tick, from Ukraine. Looks yummy in sports, casual and suited up - tick. Definitely a reason to support Australia.
It was also a month where I spent many happy hours searching for the hottest players in the game. With no further ado, presenting my 2010 FIFA World Cup Hotties, in ascending order:
Nikita Rukavytsya, Australia
Eyes - tick. Exotic Foreigner - tick, from Ukraine. Looks yummy in sports, casual and suited up - tick. Definitely a reason to support Australia.
Roque Santa Cruz, Paraguay
We were first introduced through the pic of him about to strip. More searches revealed that he looks just as delectable on the field and in designer wear. 
Yoann Gourcuff, France
In the light, in the dark and even in black and white, his eyes.. oh his eyes! 
Iker Casillas, Spain
I dont know if its the scruffy beard, the Orlando Bloom look alikeness or those big safe hands.. 
Diego Forlan, Uruguay
Mills & Boons eyes, Mills & Boons cheekbones, Mills & Boons big nose, Mills & Boons hair and yep, Mills & Boons body. 
Cesc Fabregas, Spain
Mr Meera - all around approval. 
Christiano Ronaldo, Portugal
There are too many pics of the guy half naked, so here are pics of a well dressed, fully clothed, stylish and suave Ronaldo. 
David Villa, Spain
The 'I just woke up and I want to go back to sleep, possibly with you' look really works.. 
Carlos Bocenegra, USA
What a cute smile! And the tat. And the dimple. And the stubble. And the arms. And he has Mexican blood.. 
Kaka, Brazil
He can do baby face, moody, estatic, shy, cheeky and every other look in between.
Lukas Podolski, Germany
Big Grin vs Broody in a Hot Kind of Way. All you can do is stare at his mouth to see which way it turns.
PS: Muchos merci to M and G for fuelling my interest in the beautiful game.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A different view on my Indian trip
The best part about people watching in India is that you can blatantly observe them and they think its normal. Having had so many people ogle at me (cos of course there is something about me that makes me stand out in India. Wish I knew what – I would bottle it and sell it to desperate singles and attention seekers and make a fortune), I returned the courtesy through this granny at the Good Friday service.
About the granny – she is old, slightly bent over but still strong, barefoot, as tall as my chest, probably widowed, very pretty and the brightest eyes that seem even more alive when set in a dark chocolate coloured, wrinkled face. When she was young she must have made guys fall off their bicycles and chase after her when they saw her walking through the paddy fields. Or something.
Another memory from back in the day is of the chick who, for every church service, stood right in front. She was the unofficial lead singer in the congregation and she relished that role with her loud and extremely nasal voice. 19 years down the line and she is still there. She has a more mature face but that’s about the only change in her. Same height (turns out she is a dwarf), same shrill voice, same outstanding knowledge of the songs and phrases to chant in church.
On a different note, two adverts that made an impression. Ad One shows a baby tiger sleeping with his head and front paw on top of a log. Serious awwwww factor. Then right above its head, numbers start counting down and eventually its says something like “there are 1421 tigers left in the world. Save our Tigers, kill tiger hunters etc”.
Ad Two was very tongue in cheek and could raise an old Indian eyebrow or two. The entire ad was an animated cartoon sketch telling a short and possibly-true-but-you-deny-it-if-it-ever-happens-to-you story. Our hero is not having a good day at work and after much squeaking and thumping on squiggly desks, his boss fires him. The hero heads straight to the bar, starts drinking and eventually goes home with a lady. The next morning our hero rolls out of the bed and sees a photo of the lady’s husband, who is.. wait for it.. the former boss. Final scene is our guy heading out with a big grin on his face. “Kick start your morning with a kick ass show”. Hope the radio show is as fresh as its advertising.
About the granny – she is old, slightly bent over but still strong, barefoot, as tall as my chest, probably widowed, very pretty and the brightest eyes that seem even more alive when set in a dark chocolate coloured, wrinkled face. When she was young she must have made guys fall off their bicycles and chase after her when they saw her walking through the paddy fields. Or something.
Another memory from back in the day is of the chick who, for every church service, stood right in front. She was the unofficial lead singer in the congregation and she relished that role with her loud and extremely nasal voice. 19 years down the line and she is still there. She has a more mature face but that’s about the only change in her. Same height (turns out she is a dwarf), same shrill voice, same outstanding knowledge of the songs and phrases to chant in church.
On a different note, two adverts that made an impression. Ad One shows a baby tiger sleeping with his head and front paw on top of a log. Serious awwwww factor. Then right above its head, numbers start counting down and eventually its says something like “there are 1421 tigers left in the world. Save our Tigers, kill tiger hunters etc”.
Ad Two was very tongue in cheek and could raise an old Indian eyebrow or two. The entire ad was an animated cartoon sketch telling a short and possibly-true-but-you-deny-it-if-it-ever-happens-to-you story. Our hero is not having a good day at work and after much squeaking and thumping on squiggly desks, his boss fires him. The hero heads straight to the bar, starts drinking and eventually goes home with a lady. The next morning our hero rolls out of the bed and sees a photo of the lady’s husband, who is.. wait for it.. the former boss. Final scene is our guy heading out with a big grin on his face. “Kick start your morning with a kick ass show”. Hope the radio show is as fresh as its advertising.
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