Update post

I will be posting a few of my favorite things a little later. I am going to start filming video blogs next week so watch out for that. I think I might just start a youtube channel. People in South Africa don't take Youtube seriously, I am from now on.
As for my favorite things here are a few of them

http://vimeo.com/64399552

 

 

A more to follow later today!


Take care kids!

In Living Color part 1

I guess I should tell you what I do for a living. I mean we have been doing this thing for a while now and I don’t think I have told you exactly what I do.

I am a radio presenter at my local community radio station based on a university campus.  People call us a campus station but we are not. Sometimes I get a little defensive if someone refers to MFM 92.6 (that’s the name of the radio station I work at by the way) as campus radio station. We cater to the entire community. Not just the students. Another thing that sometimes gets me riled up is when people call us Maties FM. We were Maties FM nearly 10 years ago but the name changed to just MFM and we became independent. The next question would then be what does the M stand for? In turn I would reply with what does the 5 in 5FM stand for? Then if they can’t give me a valid answer then that would be the end of the conversation.

I digress terribly though. I do the Nightshift show from 00h00 – 03h00. The hours are odd but I think that is exactly where I belong right now. People who are up at that time are insomniacs or students up late studying or busy with assignments or something like that. With that said I see where they get the campus station thing but that’s besides that point. I like to think of the people up at that time as crazies because, well they are and so am I.

I think it my 3 hour mental asylum. I get to hang out with people just like me for those 3 hours. I don’t like to talk to people I like to talk with people and because of that this little group of friends who listen to my show almost religiously has come to my attention. They call themselves Team Nightshift.

They are 3 girls and one guy who would come together in study groups and listen to my show and I guess they started to actually the madness I was spewing in their direction. They started tweeting and texting me in studio and like that we became friends. I met them a few weeks after we became friends on radio and we hang out every now and then. I must admit I do I mean did; well still do have the tiniest crush on one of the girls in this group. My show is Monday to Friday and everyday after my show I try to tweet them all personally to thank them for hanging out with me on the show. I do that because they have no idea what it means to me when they actually hang out with me. My audience has expanded far beyond this little team but I still hold them very dear to my heart.

 

 

 

I love my job for many reasons, a lot of which I can’t mention but here are a few.

I love my job because how many people can say that they do what they love everyday of their lives?

I love the environment I work in. It is the one place in my very small world of Stellenbosch, Western Cape, South Africa that when you walk in to all kinds of discrimination disappears. Where I work you aren’t black, white, colored, gay or lesbian you are a friend, a brother or sister. We love you regardless. We make fun of each other because we are family. Gay, lesbian, black, white and colored jokes are the order of the day and we all laugh together at them. We don’t take offence to anything because why the hell would you? Its 2013 and taking offence in this day and age just means that you are trapped in the passed and you are no fun at all.

When we go out we look after our own. Yes we may have our little quarrels which to my knowledge seldom happen but we still love working with each other. There is a sense of sincerity in the “how are you doings” and the “what’s ups”. We actually want to know how are you doing and what is up.

Forget all the free shit we get every now and then and the opportunities we get from the place we work at. Just being part of a collective of people that love each other outside of our respective families makes working where we work so amazing. Not a day goes by without people sharing a laugh. Being a part of something like that is truly something special.

So now you have a little insight as to what I do and where I do it.

Take care kids!

Charlotte just hates everything!

Tell me this baby is just not the cutest thing you have ever seen, she hates everything!
Reminds me of my ex-girlfriends cat! This will probably be the best 30 seconds of your day!

The Awful Truth Part 1 : Boys and Girls

This is the first of the 6 part “The Awful Truth” series of blog posts.

This is where I tell the truth about things that not a lot of people know or even want to know for the sake of peace.

I must say that I will pull no punches and I will call everyone on their bullshit. These posts are my opinion based on my observations over the past few years. Leave a comment should you feel compelled to do so or don’t… whatever.

 Alrighty then let’s get down to business.

If you read my post about me being afraid to love people because I don’t know then you will know that I have a lot of sisters and although I didn’t live with all of them I did learn a few things about girls. You may also know that my best friend is a girl that I have known my entire life. With that said I will quickly get to the point. There is no guy that has a female friend that he has never had a fantasy about at least once. Now I have a fantasy about my best friend in fact more than one; hundreds of times if fact if not thousands. I shake it off and forget about it until the next one pops up in her absence. I have asked around and I have heard the same thing all the time. In fact my bro, Jeremiah said that he can’t think of a female friend he hasn’t had a fantasy about.  The man that says he hasn’t had a fantasy about one of his female friends is a god damn liar and deserves to be hit with a metal spiked ball that’s on fire.

A lot of guys think of their female friends as their “sister” but come on, you have thought of doing unspeakable things to her at least once.

·         Ok there are a few exceptions

·         The asexual

·         The guy who is in love with his computer (I know that guy)

·         And the gay guy, which is bullshit he also may have thought of it at one point.

To the ladies reading this, think of all the guy friends you have. Now think of all the times he may have grabbed your ass or touched you in an inappropriate way in jest. That brother has had a fantasy or two about you. Your friend that you have known for so long, trusted with the deepest secrets, you have cried on his shoulder, told him everything. He has fantasised about having sex with you. Are you uncomfortable yet? Mission accomplished. I have now changed the way you look at your guy friend. Enjoy the conversations you have from now on.  To the guys reading this, you’re welcome.

 

Take care kids!

Falling at its best!

We have all fallen in our lives and fallen really hard. I, having played rugby in high school have fallen many a times. I became so good at falling that I didn't fall anymore, I landed aggressively and at pace.

 

 

Here are some people that don't know how to fall with style like myself. Feel free to laugh and not feel evil for finding humour in other people's pain.

 

These falls are known as the scorpion. A fall that is so awkward that as you landed your legs come from behind you and you almost kick yourself in the head.

 

 

                                                       I have no idea what the fuck this is



 

                                                              Ice skating scorpion!

 

 

 

Go skateboarding they said...

 

 

                                                             It will be fun they said



                                                                             Baseball Scorpion

                                                            Fuck you I'm a horse!

 

 

                                               

                                                             You were asking for it

 

 

 

I hope you enjoyed that. Feel free to comment or share this post and let people know to pop by and check out my stuff!

 

Next Post tomorrow!

 

Take care kids!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Getting My Blog On!

I just thought that I should put it out there that there are going to be a few changes around here.

This blog is going to change its look and feel a little bit, actually quite a lot. This blog has been very dry lately so I thought I might add a few features to it. I am doing this so you can get to know me just a little bit better. So I am goig to be posting a lot more frequently so this blog doesnt become something that I do just every once in a while.

In the next few weeks you will start seeing series of themed blog posts, pictures and videos. A few guests join me in this blog to add a little bit to it. I know this isn't the most bloggy kind of blog, its just to let you know what uis going to be happening from now on. There is also a little bit of a surprise on its way so keep visiting this blog and all will be revealed soon enough!


Next post very very soon!

Take care kids!

I am afraid of loving people because I don’t know how to

I have a problem with love.

I have this thing where whenever I meet a girl, become friends and I start noticing things about her that I like.

I immediately like her more than a friend. I throw all that affection I have in her direction.  I become attached too quickly and I start to develop a crush on this particular girl. Chances are, if you are a girl, my friend and reading this you probably are that girl.

For years I never knew where it came from and why it happens. In fact I wasn’t even aware of it. I never knew I had a problem.

It was when I turned 20 that I realised that it is indeed a problem.  I figured out where it came from. I have 7 sisters; all of them older than me.

All of them did not live with my mom and I so only really knew of them. She went to go live with my grandmother, so it ended up just being just mom and me.

My mother got married to a guy when I was 8 and he has been my step father for 12 years now. When I was still a kid both of them used to work so there was no one at home by the time I got back from school. For years I was alone. I had friends but no real friends. All but one, her name is Shandré. We are still friends, we have been for 16 years (she keeps making me say it to people we introduce each other to just to see the look on their faces).

I had the slightest crush on her when I was younger but that’s gone now. She was the only girl I really loved. I didn’t love my family as much as I love her. We moved one day and we didn’t see or speak to each other 8 years all because of a misunderstanding. We are good now. We have been for 3 years.

However, I digress. I was alone for a very long time. No sisters to bug or talk to after school. I got used to the feeling of being alone and figured out ways how to entertain myself. I wouldn’t go along on family outings because I didn’t really have much in common with my cousins, never mind the language barrier. They spoke Xhosa and I didn’t I didn’t grow that way. The TV was my best friend. That’s where I learned my English.

So when school and puberty happened I met girls but I never knew how to talk to them and all that kind of stuff. I had no one to talk to about those kinds of things. My mom never had the time and my step-father wasn’t the talking type. Fast forward a few years to college and I learned a few things along the way but that still wasn’t enough. What I had learned, was not the right way to go about it though.

I became what my friends call a male slut or just a regular guy. I was hooking up with girls left and right and being unable to hold a proper relationship. After college happened I discovered that I don’t know how to love, at all. It was never really shown to me and I didn’t know how to reciprocate the feeling.   

One day I came to the conclusion that I have a lot of love to give but I never knew and still don’t know how to give it. So much so that I am afraid of loving people because I don’t know how. To afraid that I might just screw it up. I still suck at dating and getting the girl. Ladies and gentleman that is my problem I have with love. I don’t know how. Someone for heaven’s sake please show me how.