This blogging thing has become rather complicated with my current lack of internet access…
So of late most of my free time has been dedicated to “house hunting” which true is a whole lot more difficult than it sounds, as there are a number of requirements… Firstly My ITGuy works on the ass end of JHB (ok so Rivonia isn’t exactly the ass end but I mean it is really far from where we are currently living) and we I work in the West Rand. So we decided for practicality moving North was a good idea, but wow places are expensive is you want to stay on the “right” side of the N1. So all the places we have see so far have been ridiculously expensive for a box…. I found some awesome places on the “wrong” side of the N1, which we can get because then the traffic is a nightmare (well not for me, so I don’t care but apparently it’s a big deal for the IT Guy, LOL and I suppose I don’t want to live with someone who is constantly grumpy because of traffic).
So this is my current situation: I am trying to fine a place in the “North” of JHB that isn’t a box where even a small gold fish would be cramped but that I don’t need to start pawning my organs on the black market to afford.
Well hopefully today yields better results, we going to look at a place in Ferndale, that is apparently in quite an old (hope like hell is doesn’t have gross carpets and that lingering smell of old people) complex (looks like a block of flats) that is about 92m2 which really is big enough for me, my IT Guy and maybe that gold fish, but will have to wait and see, I don’t want to get my hopes up only to have them crash and burn in dust pink carpets, manky yellow walls and a notable smell of old people.
Have a great Puza Thursday
26.7.10
NEDBANK the least secure bank ever!!!!
WOW So apparently any joe soap can cancelle your bank cards - well so I found out this weekend!!!!!
So its pay weekend and my credit card has been reported stolen, although it is still living with its other friends warm and safe in my wallet. My current account card was swollowed due to "no funds" well thats what that retarded slip the machine spat out at me said, turns out it was because that card has also been cancelled. Then to top off a fantastic weekend, I got to sit at the garage well I waited for my mommy to bring me some cash as my garage card had also been cancelled!!!!
So as you can imagine by the time I got to the bank this morning I was livid!!!!
So after threating death and being told repeatedly that it must have been me that went to the seapoint branch (in Cape Town) to cancel my cards - did i mentioned I live in JHBn - theyu finally gave me a debit card to draw money and have ordered my other accounts!!! Oh and did i mention they are "investigating"
Oh and the useless bank with quite apparent terrible security is NEDBANK!!!!!
Well so here is hoping I get my bank cards, sell my couch and move out all before the end of the month... Lol
So its pay weekend and my credit card has been reported stolen, although it is still living with its other friends warm and safe in my wallet. My current account card was swollowed due to "no funds" well thats what that retarded slip the machine spat out at me said, turns out it was because that card has also been cancelled. Then to top off a fantastic weekend, I got to sit at the garage well I waited for my mommy to bring me some cash as my garage card had also been cancelled!!!!
So as you can imagine by the time I got to the bank this morning I was livid!!!!
So after threating death and being told repeatedly that it must have been me that went to the seapoint branch (in Cape Town) to cancel my cards - did i mentioned I live in JHBn - theyu finally gave me a debit card to draw money and have ordered my other accounts!!! Oh and did i mention they are "investigating"
Oh and the useless bank with quite apparent terrible security is NEDBANK!!!!!
Well so here is hoping I get my bank cards, sell my couch and move out all before the end of the month... Lol
24.7.10
Life-inside-a-ping-pong-ball
So when I was in high school I was opinionated and the notion that a teacher was smarter and knew more just because they were well teachers didn't really work for me, so as you can only imagine that didn't go down well with some. I had this Maths teacher that never really had me high on her favorite list so at least once a week I would piss on her battery in one way or another and I would be punish with what originally started as creative essay topics, but by the fifth time you wrote on the same topic it became quiet painful. Her favorite where titles such as "life inside a ping pong ball" (ironically useful when a blog name is require), "Life as a gold fish", and "If I was a gum ball" to name but a few. So anyway my point, I thought I was the only one that had memories of my high school teacher making us write stories (in my cases it was punishment) about such "creative topics". It appears however I was wrong. I found the following blog article on "The bizzar, The unusual, The unexplained blog"
This is what the blog had to say and I thought it was fascinating where the blogger took the idea:
When I was in high school, we had an English teacher who gave us creative topics to write about. One of her favorites was: Life Inside A Ping Pong Ball.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was really on to something. She must have been thinking about Free Spirit Spheres. These are some strange houses. Now I have visited friends who lived in barns, teepees, domes and even a sod house. But, I never met anyone who lived in a Sphere.
I first discovered the Sphere from blogger kiwipulse. You can read her post here. She includes commentary as well as video and more amazing pictures.
Free Spirit Spheres are suspended from trees as high as the tree will permit or placed close to the ground. They do sway a bit, depending on the trees. They are made to be placed between 3 trees, so the movement is minimized. The most movement will occur whenever someone moves around inside.
On their FAQ page, they answer the most obvious question: where is the rest room. The answer is that you will probably have to leave the comforts of the Sphere to find relief. They are, however, working on a portable Sphere that could be attached to the main Sphere. This will definitely allow some form of relief.
Albert’s side bar: I spent more than a year living in a house, that had no rest room only an outhouse. Believe me, they need to get the Porta-Potty-Sphere developed ASAP!
The concept of the Sphere came from the spiritual side of the creator. He states:
“The way I see it I am a spirit with a body. The world is a dream and my real existence is in spirit. The Creator is everywhere and in everything, including me…The idea for the spheres came from that. The spheres are all about unity and oneness. Architecture is a way of shaping and creating habitat to reflect a feeling and to harmonize with the environment. The sphere is a form of architecture that reflects that thought and feeling of oneness. ”
The Sphereis one complete room with windows. There are no dividers, only one large space. They also come equipped with a sink and are equipped for power. You will need a power source, however. They are insulated and you can even have a heater installed to keep you warm and toasty.
This is what the blog had to say and I thought it was fascinating where the blogger took the idea:
When I was in high school, we had an English teacher who gave us creative topics to write about. One of her favorites was: Life Inside A Ping Pong Ball.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was really on to something. She must have been thinking about Free Spirit Spheres. These are some strange houses. Now I have visited friends who lived in barns, teepees, domes and even a sod house. But, I never met anyone who lived in a Sphere.
I first discovered the Sphere from blogger kiwipulse. You can read her post here. She includes commentary as well as video and more amazing pictures.
Free Spirit Spheres are suspended from trees as high as the tree will permit or placed close to the ground. They do sway a bit, depending on the trees. They are made to be placed between 3 trees, so the movement is minimized. The most movement will occur whenever someone moves around inside.
On their FAQ page, they answer the most obvious question: where is the rest room. The answer is that you will probably have to leave the comforts of the Sphere to find relief. They are, however, working on a portable Sphere that could be attached to the main Sphere. This will definitely allow some form of relief.
Albert’s side bar: I spent more than a year living in a house, that had no rest room only an outhouse. Believe me, they need to get the Porta-Potty-Sphere developed ASAP!
The concept of the Sphere came from the spiritual side of the creator. He states:
“The way I see it I am a spirit with a body. The world is a dream and my real existence is in spirit. The Creator is everywhere and in everything, including me…The idea for the spheres came from that. The spheres are all about unity and oneness. Architecture is a way of shaping and creating habitat to reflect a feeling and to harmonize with the environment. The sphere is a form of architecture that reflects that thought and feeling of oneness. ”
The Sphereis one complete room with windows. There are no dividers, only one large space. They also come equipped with a sink and are equipped for power. You will need a power source, however. They are insulated and you can even have a heater installed to keep you warm and toasty.
11.7.10
HUP Holland HUP
Since I was knee high to a grass hopper I've always been a huge Dutch supporter, think its because in this mix breed that is me I happen to be half dutch (1 quarter from my mothers dutch born mother and and additional quarter from my fathers Jew dutch born father - Haha half breed I know....)
Anyway I have never swayed in my support, except obviously when supporting SA which will always be first!!! This was until yesterday.... The dutch national team went to the JHB Zoo yesterday for a tour and bit of a walk around (My Step mother is a tour guide there and as such my in :))
So as they arrive you can hear a buzz all around as people start to find out that they are at the Zoo, I mean some of them are super stars, I might have give my left arm to touch Wesley Sniejder and it not been for what I had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing next. The pack made their way to the honey badgers en closer and then proceeded to ram little children (and I mean like 5 or 6) out their way, and it wasn't there security that was pushing it was the players them selves, they put their hands up to "hush" people when they tried to greet them, they refused to give any autographs and at one point the security was even trying to get people to stop taking pictures.
I can sort of understand that I is the day before the final and they may not want to be pested or what not but then for god sack do us all a favour and stay the f#ck out of public!!!! If you go out into public in national jackets and body guards everywhere people are going to notice and you are famous and people are going to want a peace of you...
Anyway that is my grip with the Dutch national side!!! But as I have been behind them I will put this ugly incident behind me and hope against hope that PAUL THE ORACLE OCTOPUS IS WRONG and support DIE ORANJE...
HUP HOLLAND HUP
10.7.10
NICE GUYS
So IT Guy (my long term BF - Story for another day) introduced me to stumble upon, which i must admit I am slightly hooked on at the moment... So well doing a bit of "stumbling" tonight I found this very nice little tribute to THE NICE GUY (and we have all know at leat one of them in our lives)
Let me first just say though, I know it may sound like its taking a stab at us woman (well it kind of is), but it is true and in our teen and early 20s then majority of us are like this...
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
I'm now lucky enough to be dating one of these good guys (with a decent size 'ass-hole' streak to keep it interesting....
Let me first just say though, I know it may sound like its taking a stab at us woman (well it kind of is), but it is true and in our teen and early 20s then majority of us are like this...
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003
I'm now lucky enough to be dating one of these good guys (with a decent size 'ass-hole' streak to keep it interesting....
I Must be A Gold Fish
Life no long feels like it is going anyway, I feel like I'm swimming around the same "bowl" all the time. It's like I see the same things, do the same things, say the same things and worst of all I'm actually starting to think I even eat the same thing!!!
So now that I have got the deperssing stuff off my chest for the day, I must just say that sometimes the blonde in me really creeps out... Lets just say things like "How did Noah save the Fish?" are not uncomman to me, and are a source of endless entertainment for others. Between me and the Blonde Sidekick we can be super ditzy!!!!
Well I guess we will start with that and see where this blog goes from here....
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