The meaningless rambling of a sickly obsessed Counting Crows Fan.

Friday, September 29, 2006

On 2007

Yes I am excited to go overseas but I'm afraid the sooner I go the sooner I get back. When you have a month of work or varsity ahead of you it seems that time stands still and respite seems so distant. But on holiday time flies because, well, you're having fun. I know all good things must come to an end but I'm terrified of next year!

No Brad, no Tess and probably no Andy. I know Andy's not that far away but it's very different than having someone down the street that you can have an impromtu sushi lunch with.

I have not forgotten about my remaining friends, but I'm allowed to be a little sad.

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Thursday, September 28, 2006

On Hypocrisy

Nobody likes to be cheated on. Nobody. Yet even the people who refuse to cheat and sware to damn the person that does it to them, have no moral inhibitions when it comes to being the one that is cheated with. Weird. I don't support infidelity, but I despise hypocrites.

On another note, my lip is still huge. A kamikaze bee flew at full speed ass-first through my window, when I was driving home from work on Monday, and exploded on my face. I am a human windscreen. Needless to say, the bee is dead, I look like I got into a fight and lost, and I will be eternally weary of driving with an open window.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Sleep

Oh wonderful slumber, how I miss thee...

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Prioritize

They want to ban smoking in all public places. Make it a criminal offence. A criminal offence like murder, rape, hijacking, theft. I can only assume that once the smoking law comes into action all the other crimes will be solved.

Children under eighteen years of age will apparently not be allowed into any store that sells cigarettes, like Pick 'n Pay, Engen, Hyperama. They won't even be able to have lunch at House of Coffees.

As a smoker, having strong feelings on the subject seems bias, but I can't help but think that there are more serious issues in the country to worry about. If the argument is that secondary smoke harms non-smokers, then why not put the effort into the termination of pollution? There are then thousand more cars on the highway each month, coughing out carbon monoxide which creeps its way into those ten thousand pairs of pink lungs. Should driving be illegal?

There are people who, aware of their HIV+ status, have unprotected sex, effectively giving the recipient a death sentence. These people are not put in jail for murder. There are people who have promiscuous unprotected sex and don't get tested for AIDS. Their fatal ignorance is excused. The Metro Police's underpaid employees turn a blind eye to the open fields, sprawled with cellphones, handbags, wallets and criminal vagrants. Of course I cannot overlook the sterling job they did at controlling this crisis by fashioning large signs reading "smash 'n grab hotspot", urging motorists to take care and implicitly do their job for them. At least now all the reprobates have clear rendezvous points.

Even as a smoker, I do sympathize with the non-smoking variety. I wish smoking was never invented, I wish I had never started. I tried to quit, it didn't work. The toxins, black lungs and pungent stench of my hair and fingers were just too tempting for me to give up, not to mention all that f**king gum. I am an addict. That's all there is to it. And if they make smoking illigal, I will still be an addict.

Of course, to be fair, we have a very considerate government. Considerate enough to state that the law will be attenuated for the 2010 World Cup, to make the tourists feel more at home. I heard on the radio this morning that a couple tourists were attacked, beaten and robbed as they arrived at their lodging. They must be really pleased that it's still legal for them to smoke after an ordeal like that!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Kaelo

A sincere apology to my two, maybe three, audience members for not blogging. Work has been insane. Before this weekend I worked overtime every day, weekends and at home. Problem with the workday ending at 2pm is that if you stay until 5pm no-one notices that you're putting in extra time. Sometimes it even feels awkward leaving at 2pm while everyone's still working.

Thing is, everyone here puts in extra time. It's not a nine to five job. If an edit needs to be done, it needs to be done. TV waits for no-one. I should've picked a career in entomology.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Nelspruit Pt I

So Andy phones Jess in a panic, she's expecting bad news. She doesn't know why, but she has a hunch. Jess tells her not to worry, that she's probably overreacting. Andy promises to tell all after the big day.

Andy was right, bad news indeed. But what's Jess to do when 400km are seperating her from a girl that really needed a hug? She felt really bad. Tied down. Claustrophobic even.

That night when Jess was trying to get hold of Andy and couldn't, she began to worry. The worry stemmed from the knowledge that Andy had been drinking all day and could not possibly have been in the best state of mind.

Finally Andy phoned Jess and eveything was ok. Andy was giggling. Most likely still in shock. She slept off the tequila.

The days dredged on, still no hug. Then, a phonecall came from an unlikely source...