The Journey in Pursuit Happiness

Hello world!

Happiness: What is it? How does one attain it and hold on to it?

So many questions. Only one answer: Nobody knows.

But I do know this - happiness is all everywhere you are. Wherever you find yourself, in any position. In any situation, you always have a choice: what are you gonna make of this situation? Are you gonna be happy or concentrate on the negative.

Over the past 7 days; I have experienced happiness in it's truest form.


This time last week, I was headed back to Pretoria from having spent the whole day in the presence of people who really bring out the best in me. My best friend Fe, her boyfriend, my girlfriend and I were at Haartebeesport Dam for some Summer gig that had the craziest line-up you can ever imagine. The very best (and worst) musical talent (and lack thereof) South Africa has to offer.

Granted the night ended waaay too early for us for some inexplicable reasons; but instead of dwelling on that. Remembering that day isn't clouded by that tiny bit of detail. Not because we are acting like it never happened. But because if we chose to focus our attention on the negative, it would definately mess up our recollection of that fantastic (this is my first time using this word in any form of speech, so you know it was just too damn good - look) night.


Again a few days later, the Saturday, had a super chilled picnic with my girlfriend then later the whole gang went out again on a night of ass-kickery in the form of ten-pin bowling. I say ass-kickery with a big grin on my face because I was at the very top of my game. Playing like an endorsement deal was on the line. :)

I was (and still am) having the time of my life. And you can't blame me. I had just had a damn good four weeks at work, and was off (and still am) work for another four weeks. What more could I possibly ask for!? Don't answer that.

Today after spending a good two whole days indoors (internetting) , I decided to go into town just to see what I can get myself.

I got myself a copy of Musiq Soulchild's latest album - OnMyRadio. Playing it right now actually.

Anyway. On my way back from town. I decided to take a stroll in the rain while kicking some killa remixes to some songs playing in my head. Including the new Kid Cudi song titled "Pursuit of Happiness" (may not be new, but rather new to me!)

I may not have found complete happiness, but if I continue on this path; the journey won't be too long.

Halaala!

**edit: almost forgot. Got me these Smoking Bud Rasta in-earphones from Skullcandy:

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What I wanted

I wanted to design something.

Something that I'd give to my friends and family. For whatever reason. Not as a Christmas present or anything along those lines.

I wanted to design something that would remind them of me every time they looked at it. Something that would last for as long as it can without ever fading into the background.

Something that would bring some inspiration to them each time they saw it. Motivation to face another day.

I hate the fact that I never got around to getting that idea out of my mind and onto a canvas. I hate the fact that I procrastinated because of lack of resources where I currently live. I hate the fact that the year is coming to an end in a few weeks and I still haven't realised my vision of designing something.

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When will you call?

Don't you just hate it when you call someone and their phone is either off or they jusst don't pick up?

I know you do!

I do too. What's more irritating is when someone asks you to call them and they don't bother to pick up after more than three tries.

You think those two scenarios are irritating. I'll do you one better.

You're having a great conversation on the phone with an old friend and they get interrupted on their side, and they tell you:

Let me call you back!

And they don't.

Hours, days, weeks, even months go by and this person doesn't even bother to get back to you.

How's that for ettiquettelessness? Yes, that's a made-up word, sue me!!

Legal paranoia aside, back to the issue at hand...

People not calling you when they say they will.

What's up with that?

Is your life really that busy that in the 24 hours God gives you each day, you can't spend a few minutes on the phone even just to say hi? Even a text message will do.

Granted you may not have access to the phone at all times, but there are other means of communication available to you aren't there? I mean, there's email, IMs, Facebook, Mxit... the list goes on and on.

So why is it so difficult for people to keep their word. When you say you're gonna call someone, please do?

Otherwise don't say anything at all. Just hang up.

Nobody's forcing you to say "I'll call you". No-one!

There's nothing wrong with not saying you'll return somebody's call. Especially if you're not gonna do it. And have a track record to prove it. Just don't do it.

Please.

Don't you just hate it when that happens?

There's a reason why there are never any songs thanking people for calling. Imagine a song called "Thanks for Returning My Call"? It just doesn't exist.

Instead we have smash hits such as "How Come You Don't Call (Alicia Keys)" , "When Will You Call (Bilal)" and the likes.

:p

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"I hate people"

That's what Donald Trump said on last night's episode of The Apprentice.

He said: "I have a problem with people. I hate people. Someone can say something to me and I can hate them. I take things very personal."

Those might not have been his exact words, but you get what I'm saying. The reason I couldn't hear anything is because that woman with the high-pitched voice kept yapping (pictured below), I filtered her noises out. I only heard when Trump said that. I don't know what triggered it though.

I realised that I'm more or less like that. Not to compare myself to The Donald or anything, but in all honesty, I have the same problem.

I snap at people. I slip into defensive-mode very easily. I hate it when people decide that whatever I say or do is wrong, simply because they think it's wrong for me to say whatever it is I may have said.

I hate that.

Don't get me wrong, I welcome all disagreements to whatever it is I say or do; just don't come and tell me that I shouldn't have done or said that. I don't live my life to please you. Or anybody else for that matter.

I don't see why I (or anybody else) have to conform to what society considers normal or appropriate or whatever the fuck.

I don't care about conformity or normalcy. Especially if it's according to your standards. In that case I care even less. It's that simple.

I'll give you an example... a very fresh example at that:

I wrote on a "celebrity's" wall on Facebook that I shared a star sign with that particular "celebrity", and left it at that. I wasn't expecting a greeting card/SMS/email/special-unmarked-box/reply/anything from her, I just wrote there because I felt like it.

Then a few hours later, I get a message from a friend of mine (also on Facebook) saying that I shouldn't embarrass myself by writing on that celebrity's wall, because they have 3500 "friends".

Sothefuckwhat?

I mean what the fuck!? What does it have to do with you on whose I choose to write? Does either of us lose credibility as friends. What do I get for not writing on there? Do I stay on your list of "Cool friends" longer?

Don't bother answering!

I don't care!

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Thankyous

Ok, might as well do this now, since I'm not that busy.

First of all. I think it's bery important to appreciate things. No matter how big or small, major or insignificant. Just don't overdo it. Everything in moderation, especially thankyous.

Come on now.

I don't understand people who want to say "Thank you" for every single thing. Everything. By everything I mean every-fucking-thing. Everything.

I can't understand that. I can't seem to comprehend people who say "thanks" at the end of every phone call.

I don't get that. Seriously.

Them: "Hello?"
Me: "Hey, what's up?" (yes, even in phone calls my spelling is immaculate
:p)
Them: "Nothing much, you..?"
... blah blah blah, empty conversation blah blah blah...
then the conversation quickly comes to an end
Me: "ok, then I'll talk to you again some other time, bye!" (thumb is
already on the red button at thispoint)
Them: "alright then, thanks for the call hey!"

It's at this point where I have no idea what to say. Nothing. My mind is a blank. I've got nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Simply because I wasn't expecting that. I can't explain it, but I just can't find anything to say in response to that. Nothing.

I know it's no big deal, but I don't understand why you have to thank me for calling you. You didn't ask me to. I took a few minutes out of the 1440 that I had on that particular day and spent them talking to you on the phone. Maybe that's the reason why you feel you need to thank me, but really, it's ok. You don't have to.
Unless you asked me to call you. Then you can say thanks and I don't have a problem with that. In fact, I insist that you thank me for the very same reason stated above. (I took time out of the 24 hours in my day and spent them talking to you on the phone.)
You gotta thank me for that. I could have chosen not to call. But I did. Be thakful for that. I'm not asking you to worship me. A simple "thanks for the call" will do. Only if you asked me to call you. Basically only if you gave me very little choice.

Same applies to the very akward goodbyes at the end of conversations with fake people. You know, the ones that always want to wish you something... "enjoy your day" (even if it's not your birthday or wedding day for that matter - it's not really YOUR day. It's just a normal day like yesterday, only difference is... it's today.) "have a great weekend" (even if it's not Easter weekend or any specially marked weekend).
And I'm sure there are countless others out there. But you basically get what I'm saying.

Why is it so important to you that I enjoy "my" day? What if I don't. Will you ask me if I did? Will you make it better if I called you halfway through it and told you that I wasn't in fact enjoying my day as you had wished? huh? I didn't think so. SO STOP IT! I mean it.
Unless it actually is my day, I strongly suggest you don't wish me anything. Never mind the fact that you're wasting my airtime. It's only because I wont even spend one second of said day, thinking about how you wished me a "wonderful day" and that I must make sure that I do just that.

I don't care if it's courtesy. Keep it. Unless it indeed is my birthday/wedding day/Easter/Christmas or any other day that we both know should be enjoyed.

Don't even say that at the end of your emails. It's irritating.

Though there are a few people I allow to say these things to me and get away with it. Purely because they genuinely care about me enjoying my day. I appreciate it ladies. :)

I appreciate you wishing me enjoyment, but I don't actually care.


Ok, thanks, bye-bye!

Enjoy your day!

:p

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I never told you

My life is ok.

I’m happy as hell.

I’m not sure how you are.

The last time I saw you, you were smiling, so that’s the image I carry with me always. Actually the very last time I ever saw you, you were all squashed up in the back seat of a taxi. I tried to get your attention. I thought of calling you but I knew it would be minutes before the phone rang on your side so I can tell you to look out the window to see me. We were in two different taxis going two different ends of the same town. You had always invited me to your place, but I always came up with some excuse. I guess I was just lazy to come to your side of the world. No idea why. I regret that. I don’t really have any other regrets except for that one thing.

I really wish I had spent a little more time with you. Gotten to know you a bit more. Whenever we were together we could never really talk because you were somehow always a bit busy with work or whatever. We really should’ve made time. I should’ve made time for that. I wanted so much to know more about you. What you were about. What troubles you faced in your life. What made you happy. Really and truly happy. If only…

I’ll never ever get the chance to hear you speak to me again. The stupid jokes. That smile. I’m sure I’ll get to see your face again. But I guess until then, all I’ll have are the pictures of you. Because I n all of them you’re wearing that big smile that I remember you by. If that’s all that’ll keep you in my heart, then that’s all I’ll ever need.

I wish I knew more about you. Your family. Your friends. You spoke about them, but I had never met them. Guess I didn’t try hard enough. I blame myself for the fact that we lost contact somehow. Probably at a time when you needed me most. There’s no excuse or reason for that. I was trying to salvage something that didn’t even deserve the amount of energy I had been busy putting into it. A total waste of time.

I’m really sorry about everything. About the way things turned out. It really didn’t have to end the way it did. In fact it didn’t have to end at all. I should still be able to look at our pictures, call you up and make plans for the next time we’d be together.

I miss your smile. So broad. So genuine. So real.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about you. But I am. And I know you’re looking out for me… Thanx for that.

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This is some bullshit!

What the hell!?!

Who the hell decided that ladies should pay less entrance fee at clubs?

I'll have you know, it's these very same girls/women/ladies (being politically correct can be so hard) who end up getting drinks offered at them. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that. I'm just saying, if they paid less at the door, why should they not make up for that with the whatever it is they spend their money on inside the club?

As a guy, the chances of you spending more than you intended at any given time at a club, are stacked much higher than those of a girl who just went clubbing with only the entrance fee in her purse.
For some unknown reason, we take it upon ourselves as guys to get every other girl we meet as drunk as humanly possible. Therefore decreasing the chances of getting rejected by the said girl. Either that or we're just hoping they'll be drunk enough to lose all inhibitions and end up actually leaving with you. Not because you're such a nice guy, but mainly because she keeps telling you about how she needs to find the rest of her "girl friends" and how much of a nice guy you are for volunteering to help her search for them. Meanwhile all you're hoping for is that you never find them.

Okay, let's get back on topic here...

Girs usually pay around 50% less than guys do at clubs. Which is totally unfair because the very same girls who paid less at the door will end up feeling a bit otherwise when faced with the 5:1 guy to chick ratio. But you really can't blame us ladies, some of the guys out there couldn't afford the asking price at the door. Plus most of us who could make the cover charge, were really enticed by the 'Ladies FREE Before Midnight!!' marketing strategy. Then when we got to the door realised that that actually meant we're paying double so you girls can come in, and get drunk FOR FREE.

Lemme explain:
Let's say the cover charge for guys is R100. Ok. And girls get in for free before midnight and it's R50.
So basically the cover charge is actually R50 per person. Irrespective of the sex. But while the ladies get in for free, all the guys must pay for their entry. So the club manager doesn't really lose anything. Coz the real entry fee is actually R50, but all the guys are paying for all the girls that got in free while the free entry tule still applied. Thereafter everyone's back to being equal. Even if the guys still pay R100 even after the girls are now required to pay their own fee. Which is a double score for the manager.

Now let's get to the drinks side of things...

So I pay my R100 at the door. Get stamped. Stroll right in. Then immediately, I start scanning the place for some potential beauty to try and impress by buying drinks for her and two of her "cousins".
Okay, so I notice some willingness on her part, as I smoothly ask what she's drinking. She coyly (is that even a word?) flirts right back as she can see some potential free booze flowing her way. Enough to get her drunk enough to decide (at the end of the night) that she'll be leaving with her so-called cousins. Who might actually be some bored room mates of hers who had nothing better to do on the night in question.
Anyway... so I keep the alchy (short for Alcohol) coming on strong, to no objection of the fine young ladies who provide nothing else but jeers from other guys in my direction. To which I don't mind as I'm trying to work on an exit strategy for just myself and the lady with whom first contact was made.

The night doesn't get any younger... and as morning kicks in, and the DJ keeps the records spinning, the aforementioned lady of mystery starts visiting the restroom quite frequently; resulting in my suspicion as to her whereabouts. I make a move towards the direction where I last saw her. Where I notice her grinning at some other motherfucker with a gold tooth.

Where I conveniently bump into her and she starts acting all weird. At this point I realise I have successfully wasted my whole night preparing this here girl for the dude in question. Coz clearly this idiot has spent absolutely nothing towards the reward he's most likely to be receiving later in the night/morning from the girl.

Great.

Just great.

Obviously this unfolding of events all starts with the free or halftime entry at the door.

So please, from all the guys out there who've had chicks hijacked off their arms... rethink your strategies please.

**end note: The events depicted in this post are totally fictitious, if you happen to have been blessed with such an event in the past, and this has reminded you of how much of a loser you are. Then tough!**

:P

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Friend in need

Just helped a friend of mine setup her own blog.

She just knew she could count on me to help her set one up. That's what I'm about. Basically.

I think she's gonna use it with her friends as a collaborative effort or something.

Anyway... I'm gonna add it to my 'Read Items' list, in the right sidebar thingy.

Check it out at: http://womeninlead.wordpress.com/

(yes, I sent her to the competition, simply becuase WordPress is so much better than Blogger)

Sue me Blogger! I dare you!

:P

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It's a happy birthday!!

I know at least 2 people who's birthday it is today.

One of them... well, the obvious... Nelson Mandela. Happy birthday dude!!

The other, my number one best-est friend in the whole wide world. Let's just call her F for now. ;) [pictured above]

It goes without saying that her birthday just might go unnoticed, coz Mandela's gonna be shining on her shine.

But I've got my priorities in check.

I know where my loyalties lie.

I called her at 5:30 am today just to wish her a happy birthday. sidenote: I didn't wake up at 5:30 just to call her, we (me & my girlfriend) were lying awake waiting for the alarm to go off (@ 6am) when she reminded me that it's F's birthday today. So we woke her up and sang for her. Turns out she had forgotten to set her meditation alarm (which is at 5am). So not only was it a thoughtful gesture, it also helped her start her day on a high note. With friends like us, who needs meditation?

huh?

EXACTLY!

Anyway. I just wanted to make sure the world knew that it's my best friend's birthday today and I hope she grows younger as the years go by.

Love you my friend!

Enjoy your day, and tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that and the day after that!!

LOL!!!

This is her, by the way... clickclick!

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KitKat = Happiness = KitKat = Happiness. Basically

I remember a time where KitKat came in that silver foil thingy you could slice open with your pinky fingernail? Hwy the fingernail you ask? Well, simple... that's what the guy in the ad did. And the all the girls thought it was the coolest thing ever!

Remember how you (actually I don't know about you, but I know I sure do) had the '2-finger' one for when times where hard?

Then as years rolled by, they introduced the 8-finger KitKat, the KitKat Chunky, and one with white chocolate instead of the usual brown - never really liked that one.

Clearly the people at Nestle don't wanna experiment with the South African market, coz there are around 25 different flavours of KitKat out there. Bastards!

Either way, I'm pretty sure I'd still stick to the ordinary one even if they did. Simply because it reminds me of when I was still a kid and used to wait for my mother to get back from work so she can give me R1.50 (1 Rand, fifty cents) to at least buy myself a 2-finger KitKat when the craving was really bad.

But during the school holidays when the living was easy, I knew I would wake up and there'd be at least R3 (3 Rand) to at least hook up the real McCoy... 4-fingers of pure heavenly bliss.

Being an only child has it's perks sometimes. But I had to wake up early so I can run to the corner store to buy it before my friends saw me, so I could indulge at my own pace. In the peace and quietness of home.

I remember the one time, I went to get my 2-finger fix (OMFG... that sounds so peadophilic...ew!).

Anyway. This one time, I ran into my one friend on my way back home. I was already visualising enjoying my KitKat in silent solitude. I quickly slid it in my back pocket. I remember coz I was wearing my favourite orange corduroy pants, you know how hot they get - yes ladies, I've been a fashionista from way back... Long story short... I ended up spending most of the day with him.

Needless to say when I finally got home at the end of the day, my dearest KitKat didn't quite end up as God intended. Most of it ended up on my pants, and the rest was just spread out all over the foil thingy.

Being the addict that I am. I didn't let even one calorie go to waste. I wasn't brought up like that.

I licked that pocket like it owed me something! My mother shook her head in amazement as she struggled to pull the pants away from me. As if to save them or something.

She didn't win.

I needed a break! Not just any kinda break, I'm talking about the kinda break only KitKat can give you!!

I'm a chocolate fiend, I'm not gonna lie...

Got some of the pics from this guy, others were from Wiki. Please don't sue me! :-(

:p

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Ultimate relaxation

Come on. You just have to admit... sitting on a desk totally relaxes you.

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.

You know how good it feels when you walk into your friend/colleague's office and without much ado, you shift his/her paperwork aside and find a sweet spot for you to sit so you can really engage with them on a more personal level.

I don't know if you've noticed but being in this particular situation brings about a very jovial conversation, filled with uncontrollable laughter (which is usually coupled with you rocking back with your head tilting so far back, it just gives in to gravity a little).

You can never really disagree with anyone when you're sitting on an office desk. For some reason, everybody seems to be talking a lotta sense. And not the kind of sense that's needed when discussion issues like global warming. More like the sense that's needed when you're talking about the fat lady at HR who's the main cause of the global warming in the HR department.

Do you understand me? LOL!

Have you noticed how your boss suddenlt assumes he/she's disturbing something everytime he/she (this whole policital correctness is starting to kill this post; from now on, every boss is a he and a colleague is female! That's it. Sue me!)

Anyway... how he automatically tones down a little (especially if he's about to give you a crap load of paperwork for you to go through) he sorta asks you to do the job, instead of the traditional.... "yeeah, um I want you to < insert verb here > this for me..."

You should really give it a try.

Whenever you're called to your boss's office (especially when you're in the dogbox). Sit on his desk swinging one leg (preferably your stronger leg; like the one you scored that goal with at your company's last soccer match, where you scored 2 goals).

Watch him squeel!

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"How come you don't call me anymore?"

I believe it was the greatest funkadelic soul singer of all time; mister Prince Nelson himself. Or rather The Artist Formerly Known as Prince, also known as Symbol; who once uttered the words "How come you don't call me anymore?"

This famous phrase, was made even more famous, by the teenage singing sensation Ms. Alicia Keys. Who engraved the words even deeper into the minds of her adoring fans the world over.Now it seems, this popular phrase has become the nightmare soundtrack to my life lately.

Let me break this down...

You know how you are all single and stuff, and you spend hours on the phone chatting to your other single friends about how misserable le single life is? Well, that was the story of my life for quite some months. Granted we had some good times, got drunk as hell, went out clubbing, got drunk out of our minds, got to kick some serious knowledge (which didn't always include weed).

The great thing about this whole thing is that I got to spend some serious time with quality people. Talked about everything most of the time, and other times didn't even need to talk at all.We were on the same wave length most of the time.

It's only at these times that you really get to know people for who they really are. Not just the occasional SMS, I mean seriously getting to know this person with whom you've built this so-called friendship. Knowing what makes them tick, what they are really passionate about.

You know somebody's a true friend when they find your shoulder comforting enough for them let all inhibitions go and just cry if they feel like it.This is basically what most of my friendships are founded on. I also think the fact that almost all my friends are girls, this makes my bond with them even that much more special.

Then comes a time where neither of you have enough time in your 24hr day to call the other and check what they up to. Nevermind hooking up. Just a simple "hello".

I've gotta admit, I'm definately guilty of this flaw.

I tend to just not call people. Especially when I'm in a relationship or whatever.

Hey, at least I'm willing to admit this /in public even/

You call someone and the first thing they ask is "how come you haven't been calling?" I mean WTF! I could ask you the same thing.

It's only after you stop calling people that you actually realise that you've been making more calls than they ever have. But then again it's only when you stop seeing people that you realise how tight you all were, when you accidentally stumble upon that that made it onto the internet where you were all so out of it; you don't even remember when the picture was taken. But you remember how happy you were on that particular day!

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Maybe I should ask why

Maybe, just maybe...

Maybe I should stop concentrating so much on having a social life (social in terms of actually talking to real life humans and not reading text messages the whole time). And start social networking.

I'm saying this because it seems almost everyone I know is using some form of social networking "tool". Be it Facebook, MySpace, MSN or whatever...
Though I do think all these are great tools of mass communication, and most of which save people a whole lotta money... I just think all these wonderful technological innovations isolate a lot of people and as a result people end up being out of touch with reality. People end up loosing some fundamental social skills.

I was surprised when I heard this other guy use social networking as part of his pick up line...

I was cruising Menlyn Park (very popular mall) this past Saturday with my girlfriend, and overheard this other Black guy (not too sure why I'm mentioning his race) talking to this girl. It was pretty clear they had just met judging from the content of the conversation.

We were just getting onto the escalator, when he started talking to her. He somehow managed to talk her into giving him her number and vice versa. Either because it was too late for her to turn back and take the lift, or because it was too high for her to jump off the side. She didn't seem very interested either way. So just when we get to the top, he says to her... "So do you Mxit?" (for those that don't know - Mxit is an instant messaging application, installed on a person's phone via WAP) I'm not gonna explain WAP.
So, anyway. She looks at her funny and politely says no... then pulls her phone out of her handbag, presses a couple of buttons a few times and puts it back in. My guess is she was deleting his number. In fact I'm pretty sure she was.

Moral of the story:

The guy basically scored a nice girl and managed to keep her from leaping to her death, but managed to get lose her all in a space of less than 2 minutes. Just by saying something completely... eish... I can't even think of the right word.

Which leads me to my next point:

Why is it seen as such a need to be on all the popular social networks and "socialise" with strangers? Why is it so important to have a list of strangers listed as "friends", simply because you have certain things in common? Why am I seen as a "social outcast" if I don't spend hours on Facebook, MySpace and all the other social networks?

I'm not saying I'm completely "socially challenged", I do have a Myspace page, I do have a Facebook page. But I really, honesty and truly don't see the point logic behind it all. I rarely go on Facebook. I can't even remember my MySpace address. (There's a big reward for anyone who can find it for me... NOT!) I rarely go on Mxit. Simple because I think we (as people) need to get back in touch on a personal physical level. And I'm taking the first step. What's stopping everyone else from loggin of for a short while and going outside to meet your new neighbour, watching a movie with some close friends, going out for a picnic or something?? Why is so important for you to text message everything? Why is it so hard for people to just be people? Why can't we just let the computer be a small part of our lives and not totally consume us?

People look at me funny when I tell them I don't have a computer. I get even funnier looks when I say I don't really see a need for one. This is what I tell them:

I sit in front of a computer for well over 8 hours a day. I don't need to be staring at one when I get home too. I'd much rather spend time with my girl, go catch a movie or something. I don't honestly don't really need a computer. Maybe I'll need it later on in life when I actually can't find time to kick some graphic or web designs together. When the only time I have is when I'm at home. I don't think that's ever gonna happen, but until then... no PC for me.

Would it be such a big deal if you just talked to some random person on the street and over a period of time end up becoming friends instead of clicking on the "Add as friend" button?

Why is it that people take the time out of their busy schedules to go to a coffee shop (which in my opinion is a pretty cool place to socialise) but still manage to somehow get sunk so deep in their laptop screens, they don't even notice anybody else around them??

Don't get me wrong, I'm not condemning social networks at all. In fact I'm all for the whole global citizenship thing. If it wasn't for this whole networking thing (more specifically: this forum, flickr etc.), I wouldn't have learnt all the things I know today.

I know we are living in the computer age, where you can basically log in from wherever you are, but is it truly neccesary to actually do that?

Last week Wednesday, I flew from Johannesburg to Cape Town and back, in one day. And throughout those 4 hours spent in the air. I only spoke to one person. One. Just one. The guy who was sitting to my left on my way to Cape Town. While the iPod dude sitting on my right was too busy fiddling with his headphones and iPod to even greet.

Maybe I just need to take some time out from having a life and start logging in a bit more often and making a whole lot of "friends" in the process.

...just maybe

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PaperCut - Teh token black guy!

This past Saturday, we had a meet at the local Tuscan BBQ in Pretoria.

For those of you disadvantaged enough not to know what a "meet" is; allow me to explain.

A meet is when people from a social networking website, actually meet in real life.

That's my own definition... sue me. ©PaperCut.

To start things off... in no particular order.

Allow me to introduce, a guy by the name of 134z1k, aka "The Bun Killer".
Don't be misled by the innocent smile ladies.


Next, we have... Wik1d. Flanked by his lovely assistant, Ambrosia.

Also known as... The Prawn Inspector.

And Mr. Organiser himself... KillerByte. Ph34r the man in the black shirt!

The guy with the hair is DAE_JA_VOO, he's the local PCF Mod-Doctor, he appears like that on purpose... check him out here, and/or his work here!

A good time was had by all!

To the guys who were there: sorry I left the other pics out. :)

See moar here!!!

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Drinkin wine

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So yesterday, I hooked up with a very close friend of mine. We went to Baobab (Menlyn). The only one in the whole of Gauteng.

When we got there we ordered a bottle of still mineral water while we were waiting for our wine. We had Two Oceans a Carbenet-Merlot blend.

We had had quite a day. We spent half of it together anyway.

It was the best day of my life so far. We had a whole lotta fun, just the two of us. We got drunk as hell. But held on to our sanity.

A couple of hours and a 2 bottles of wine later, we decide to go to another restaurant (Spur) to get some super hot buffallo wings & ribs. So we did that...

The wine definately brought us even closer than we were. Coz it was basically the first time we had gotten drunk together. This is weird coz we've known each other for over a year already... but yesterday was definately the day we cemented our friendship (...in wine) :)

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