Pay attention... this is about you!

So you're probably wondering what brought this on. And well, to be honest, I just decided to write this especially for you! Yes you!

I wasn't gonna write anything, but considering I said I would, I have no choice but to stick to my word. It's what I do.

Question: How come guys who seem really really interested in you just fade away?
Answer: Conquest!

Long story:

There's this friend of mine (ok, she's not really a friend, I just know her) who's having issues with keeping a guy. Not a particular guy, just any guy who comes along.

She thinks something's wrong with her. So she comes and sobs on my shoulder each time the guys leave.

To be totally honest, I don't blame them for leaving.

You're not such a cool person to hang with. I, for one, am irritated shitless by your stupid giggles. You giggle at everything and anything that you see on TV. Even if it's a drama series on TV, you still find a reason to giggle.

Granted this might be confused with having a "bubbly personality". But come on! There's only so much bubbliness a guy can take till they realise that you have nothing more to offer than what you already have.

So you're sitting there reading this and thinking... "but, I've always been like this??". Yes, true as that may be. One thing makes this situation different to how you "have always been".

You hadn't slept with the guy yet!

Harsh, I know. I said it.

Let's get back to the issue at hand here...

Guys will stick with you through everything and anything; and I mean everyfuckingthing... EVERYTHING!!! If you haven't slept with them yet.

We'll overlook the fact that you have a bit of a breath issue, or that your hands are a bit ashy...

We're willing to overlook the fact that your one les is a bit thinner than the other. That doesn't matter, what matters is what's inbetween those legs.

Once that hurdle's jumped over and the guy has had enough of what you had to offer, that's it. Then your flaws start becoming the main focal point. Sticking through any more of this torture is subject to prospective bonking somewhere in the not too distant future...

So there you have it...

**upon getting to the end of this, i realised this is true for a lotta girls out there...

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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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Women are a very constipated species

It's true.

Check, around 86,5% of all constipation relief ads have women in lead roles, talking how dull their lives used to be before they discovered //insert constipation remedy here//.

They go on and on about how crappy they were feeling (excuse the pun), how they couldn't enjoy themselves, couldn't do anything energy consuming, but since a friend (ironically also a woman) recommended Dulcolex/All Bran Flakes/whatever-you-trust (LOL), they are now able to get on with their lives. Like jump around in the park or walk the dog. Coz quite simply put, you never know when nature might call while you're walking the dog or having a picnic in an isolated park far from restrooms.

So it's best to sort out your digestion issues before having fun. That's my advice. Use it. I insist.

I have no idea why. But come to think of it, most of the girls I know have had some sort of constipatory situation to deal with.

I've had a friend of mine actually go to see a doctor in search of some much needed help. I swear. She had to get prescription meds to get things back to normal. Imagine.

Why some women don't have regular, self-cleaning systems like the rest of us, I'll never know.

The Nnumber 2 seems to be a very illusive concept to these constipated women.

Same applies to number 1. You have no idea how many girls/women I know who (at any given point in their lives) have had a bladder infection of some sort. Either that or a yeast infection. It's sad really.

I know this isn't something to joke about. And some people out there (it may be you or somebody you might know) are seriously suffering from the consequences of eating the wrong foods (i.e. foods without any fibre) or just plain laziness to go to the loo.

Though the latter is arguably not an illness of any kind. It's just plain stupidity. In fact, I know of two people; The first one hates going to pee (political correctness is imperative) because it involves the tideous task of taking her pants off, pulling down the undergarment, then sitting on a cold seat then pulling her pants a few (short) minutes later. This is for a number one btw. (As if a quickie is any different) Some people.

Then the other one... goes for a number 2 only after 2-3 days. Simply because she's lazy. And these are her words, and I quote: "I'm just lazy to [read: poop]." close quote. Then the toilet is left smelling like a sewage pipe burst, and she jokes about it. WTF is that about. Some people...

See.

It's laziness.

Next thing they get all infected and miserable and expect sympathy from us (men).

Come on. Do the right thing. Go to the loo every once in a while. It's for your own good.

You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear a woman proudly say:
"I'm human too, I go to the toilet just like you"

Look on the bright side... at least she goes. :P

I sure hope so...

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I don't undersand why some stores here in SA market the Keffiyeh as women's scarves?

I guess that explains the weird looks I've been getting for wearing mine.

Most people seem to be of the belief that everything that closely resembles anything feminine is indeed feminine. But it's really not. As a matter of fact. The Keffiyeh is traditionally ONLY worn by men. Strictly. Women wear other stuff. For women. Not Keffiyehs.

Crap.

Sucks when you wanna expand your wardrobe and the lady standing behind the counter gives you funny looks when you're eyeing one of the items on display - and it just happens to be a Keffiyeh.

I saw a manniken all dolled up in one - a female one nogal. I felt the urge to educate people but just decided against it. If they think it looks pretty on a female manniken (I'm sure there's one word for that); then I guess there's very little a single entity like myself can do about it.

If they wanna market it as a female accessory then fine. I'll still wear mine!

I guess people don't really care about the significance or meaning behind wearing it. But it's okay.

:P

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ships of relation

It's funny how when girls finally find the "right" guy. One who doesn't cheat on them. Doesn't call them a bitch (unless per lady's horny request). Doesn't disrespect her. Treats her like heaven. Buys her whatever she wants. Takes her wherever she wants (Cloud 9 included). Gives her all the love in the world... all these things andnothing less.

And yet she still finds a need to fuck things up.

One way or another. Either she wants to do something to see if he's the touchy obsessive over protective don't-look-at-nobody-else kinda guy or he's basically all she's getting. (see above) And whole-heartedly so.

For some reason, women still find a reason to suspect you of some shit. SO I guess the reasoning behind it becomes... a "lemme hurt him before he hurt me" scenario. Either because "I've been hurt too many times before" has become their motto in life. Or simply because they feel the guy wont go anywhere. He's too good to leave. Too good to let go. (read: not too good to let go of me, but too good to be let go of)

I really don't get it.

Granted, the same can be said about most men and rightfully so. Most men are fucking idiots. The kinda idiots whoe give the rest of the male population a bad name. Even the chimpanzees.

But that's not what this is about. This is about the female side of things.

Why is that?

Why is it so hard for women to just accept that the guy they're with are just that good. (again... see 1st para.). And for absolutely no reason except that they feel that somehow you. Yes, you! Could be the one they've been waiting on. The one they're pretty much willing to give up all the shit they used to do before you came along. The one they're willing to even turn teir back on their closest closest friends. The one they are willing to even cancel a trip out of town simply because they can't even imagine the thought of them not being with you. You know... the one. The one you used to dream about while you ex was treating you like dog shit. The one you've pictured all along. You know the one. You've spent countless days carving out how he would be.
Then when he finally walks into your life, you decide he's too good to be real. So you now have the security of "the one" and you start doing all the things that were done to you at some point in your life.

Why should this be?

anyways, I gotta go... I have a train to catch.

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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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Zulu girls got serious ass in Joey's

edit: 29/10/2008 - for some serious ass... click here

So there I was on one chilly Friday morning, boarding a train deep into the ever busy city of Johannesburg. (aka Jozi/Jo'burg/JHB... and more recently "Joeys") Like most of my trips, it was just for one day.

While waiting for the train to fill up and people to settle down so we can get going. I realised something...

First let me explain this...

There are 3 trains that leave go from Pretoria to Jo'burg (that's what I perfer to call it btw) every morning.
There's the 1st class one (Express). Used mainly by people defined as middle to higher income employees. Then there's the higher income to I-can-buy-this-flippin-train-with-all-of-you-in-it boys & girls who can also be classified as 'employers' (the Business Express). Then last but not least, there's the just-in-case-I-don't-make-it-tell-my-mother-I-loved-her train (aka 3rd class). That's the one you get on when you basically have nothing to live for and have just found out you've got 3 months to live.

I was on the first one.

And I noticed something. Like on the aeroplane trip, business people are so self absorbed they hardly take notice of anything or anyone around them, all they do is, get a seat, wait for the hostess lady to give them their morning paper and hot coffee then that's it.

While on the other train, the Express, it's more of a bus/taxi/train experience. You get to sit with people and discuss whatever's on their minds. Sure we don't solve the world's problems in there, but you at least get to know people, you get to interact with people you wouldn't normally get a chance to encounter on a daily basis.

I have no idea what happens in the other train, so I won't bother. But based on the anger and hatred some of the people that either got thrown off (not litterally) or "detained"; all I could gather was that you have to at least have a uniquely identifiable scar on the side of your face (which I have, but I know I just wouldn't survive that side).

And hour later, we end up at Park station. I jumped off, and started making treks towards the Constitutional Hill, where I was supposed to spend most of my day. I went, and on my way there noticed that the Civic Theatre was closeby. So I went to chill there overlooking the wonderful Joburgers walking to work or to school or wherever...

Out of all the similarities Joburgers have... the fast walking, fast talking, the intensity in their eyes as they walk past you...

One thing caught my eye the most. Especially when it came to the ladies around the area where I was.

There are some basic things that tell you you're now officially in Johannesburg. Here's a short list of things you can just check if you're not sure:

• Most of them speak Zulu... [check] (even if most of them aren't even native Zulus, for some reason Zulu seems to be the accepted Joburg lingo)
• Most of them walk in small groups of three or so... [check]
• Are they walking faster than your average early in-the-morning pace? [check]

And the most defining factor of it all...

• Do the girls have thicker-than-your-average asses? [check] [double check and check again] - for some serious ass... click here

This is just one of those things that distinctly set Joburgers apart from everywhere else I've been.

Cape Town girls: fucking beautiful, nicely curved bodies, rich long hair (real not plastic). Usually a bit vertically challenged. But damn pleasing to the eye.

Bloemfontein girls: Loud. Materialistic. Probably has a baby. LOL! okay I can't really say much about Bloem chicks, only started analysing people recently. But soon as I go home, I'll be sure to give a proper postmortem. :)

Pretoria girls: Studying. Shares a flat with their sister's cousin twice removed. LOL!

I guess my affection for the Mother City is pretty clear and biased. Sue me.

Back to...

First of all, I'm not very particular when it comes to the female form, but one thing that is undeniably a prerequisite is most definately a behind a brother can be proud of. :)

And it seems the best place to find this particular prereq has got to be Joburg. Even the ugly girls got ass in Jozi.
So when you come face to face with that girl with the shaven-off eyebrows -replaced by a line, and the highly flamable plastic hair; spare a thought for the ass and sneak a peak as she walks by.
It'll make up for the fugly face you just encountered. Trust me.
Do it for the team!

On my way back to Pretoria, I decided to get a taste of some high life, and got on the Business Express. It's damn comfortable. Eish. Now I understand why people tend to say nothing. Soon as they sit down. But luckily I got to chill with some Black Diamonds, so it didn't feel so stuck up.

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[#3] Changes...

Yo,

I've noticed over the past few months and years, with my over-exposure to the internet (esp. Flickr), that more and more people are not scared of showing their faces (and their girlfriends/friends/cousins/sisters/families/whoever else) all over the interwebs.

So after seeing a large number of people doing this with no fear I've decided that it wont be such a bad thing if I were to do the same. Share my world with y'all. Hell, who knows maybe that'll get me some comments up in this biatch!

So yeah, that's it...

The motivation's prolly coz I just wanna show off my new girlfriend (i.e. when I finally find her)

:)

...or maybe even all the Ms. Not-Teh-One's I run into. So that when I blog about someone you all know what they look like. What are the chances that you'll actually tell them they be on the interwebs??



*{eNd}*


if you're wondering what this whole numbering thing is all about... check here!

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Final post

Sup,

so yeah, finally, the year's almost coming to an end, with only 21 days to go...

I was gonna post something really wothwhile here today, but then it seems it's completely escaped my mind. (disadvantages of not having my own PC).

Anywayz, looking back on 2007, I don't really know whether I should smile or frown. Considering all the ups and downs I've been through. I dumped my girlfriend. Got really really close to my number one best friend in the world. Got to hang with my exes. (except the latest one).
Bought myself another ring... which looks like 3 rings in one. Symbolyising, the past present and future. (I just made that up)
Worked up enough courage to start my own website. Basically exposed my designs to the world. In the process found out someone registered their company similar to my domain name; which is not really a problem coz I figure the only way this mofo is ever gonna have a website is if I decide to stop using brainstormdesigns.co.za as my main domain; which is never ever ever gonna happen. So good luck to you buddy!
I also got the chance to design sites and stuff for other people. Thankfully word-of-mouth advertising is doing miracles for me. Thank you all...
Oh, and I'm gonna be deisigning one killa website for a friend of mine who owns a company that designs invitations and stuff... So I'm really looking forward to that. It's gonna be great!

To all the girls I've hurt during 2007, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. It was never your fault. Even if you might think it was. (Except the latest ex - You deserved it!!!!)
If I ever left you asking "what happened to you?" at any point; I'm really sorry. I'm gonna make it better I promise.
I was a victim of circumstance, sorry I took it out on you.

To my mom , my lil sisters, my lil brother, I love ya'll and I'm sorry. Mom, I'm not ignoring your calls. You mean a lot to me, I'm just not too sure how to go about expressing that to you.
Lil bro, I hear you.
Dad...




I don't do resolutions and stuff coz it seems every year it's the same thing: getting a licence, finishing my studies and getting a tattoo...
Yeah... needless to say I haven't done any of the above. :D
But I've decided I'm gonna get me a tattoo. Not too sure when exactly but it's definately gonna be before 2010!

Still no plans to cut my dreads for any reason! 5 years and still growing strong! (getit?)

And ladies... I'm still single, so don't be shy... forward your applications through to... PaperCut@singleanddreadlocked.co.za

PS: don't worry people, I'm not committing suicide or anything. I'm
just bidding farewell to 2007 in style! :D
I'll only be posting again sometime in Jan, hopefuly I'll have more
stuff to blab a bout. Social commentry FTW!!!!

Bring on 2008 already!!

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Why oh why...???

Why is it that when you meet a girl, she's all cute and shyish, and giggly and stuff, then next time you see her she's either... a breathing zombie or an ADHD freakazoid!?!?

This time I was dealing with the latter...

I just don't understand this.

Ok, so you meet someone, you like how they iz. You like the way they basically are.

And for some unknown reason, I seem to bring out these freaks in these girls. Then they on some...

oh, I feel so free when I'm with you. Like I can just be myself...

I say... BOOLSHYT!!!!!

Why didn't you be "yourself" when I first met you??? Now I'm gonna have to come up with some seriously crazy stories to get rid of you!! Shit.

you bring out the liar in me...

I think I'm gonna start another blog called "I'm not that into you! (ways to tell if teh PaperCut is not that into you..."

ok, back on topic...

I met this other chick on Monday, we got talking about food & cooking and stuff, so she goes, "you should come by my place sometime so I can cook for you" I'm like HELL YEAH!!

So we set a date for Thursday (yesterday). I get to her place, turns out they don't allow guys into the building. She suggests we eat outside. I'm thinking FUCK NO!! There's no way in hell I'm eating outside, in the dark, like I'm some homeless charity case WTF!!!!?!?!

So I had to think fast... so I suggest we go to my place instead. She get's the food so we can bounce!

While I'm waiting for her outside IN THE DARK. Her cousin comes running towards, me calling my name... I'm like who the fuck are you supposed to be!?!?! And she comes and sits next to me and starts talking about how she's heard so much about me and shit.

So I'm thinking... oooooookay... you're freaking me out here...

So the chick comes back and I ask her about the crazy cousin, and she says to me, she only told her she was going to be with me today (the Thursday), and that she had told her who I am. I'm thinking, "you don't even know WHO I AM, what the fuck can you tell her?"

So we head to my place... on the way, she blabbin about how "forward" her cousin is. How fucked up the system at YWCA is. How tired she is from doing aerobics at the gym... yadda yadda yadda...

So basically in those few minutes (maximum 5) I had gained knowledge of the following information:

• That there are 62 girls in that building
• Two floors
• +- 5 baths & 5 showers on each floor
• that if they find a guy in your room you're kicked out within 24hrs
• that her bursary is paying for her to stay there, therefore she doesn't have a choice
• i also know that her sister used to stay her before her and recommended it...

All the while I'm thinking... oookay... that's great. During this monologue, I'm showing less and less interest hoping she would read between the lines and have a nice cup of STFU! But noooooooo.... she sees it as a sign to tell me more and more and more...

So we get to my place and now the focus changes... everything's about me now...

• What I do?
• What I "majored" in?
• Where home is?
• What type of music I like?
• Do I go to church?
• What I drink?
• If I have "a whole lot of friends"
• If I've ever "chopped" off my hair? (I losely translated that into proper English, and came to a conclusion that she meant if I've ever "cut" my hair.)

I try to keep my answers as short as possible so she can learn from my example, that not everything has to be a novel.

But this approach didn't work out very well. As you can imagine, I'm bored out of my skull...

I eat the dry food as quickly as I can. So she'd have nothing else to keep her at my place.

I keep looking at my phone hoping somebody calls me so I can at least escape even if it's only for those few minutes. But nothing. In fact, I think my phone was more silent yesterday than all the previous days... I was even hoping one of my neighbours would come borrow a cup of sugar or something... but nothin still.

I checked the time and it was now 20:56. I look at the watch, look at her, and she promptly announces... there's a 10 o'clock curfew!

OMFG you gotta be kidding me!!! I'm stuck with this blabber-mouth for the next hour??? nooooooo!!!!!!!

She's all grinning about it coz that means we still have some time to hang...

Clearly misinterpretting the blood coming out of my ears...

Plus she's too damn loud. I'm pretty sure my neighbours and everyone passing outside my flat knew I was with a girl and heard every last word she said.

back to the eating...

After finishing her chow, she starts telling me about...

• ...how her dad likes complaining about how sweet her food is.
• ...how "black" her dad is. Meaning he's very African in his thinking and everything.
• ...how she sometimes doesn't feel like adding salt to her food.
• ...how her five sibblings are all female and that she's the second-last born.
• ...how much she likes soccer. And how she doesn't like to be disturbed if a Sundowns game is on.
• ...how drunk she was after drinking Savanna Dry... [she even quoted the Savanna ad... "it's dry but you can drink it"] and also how she had no choice coz she prefers Jameson and Red Square, but had to compromise coz they we both not available.
• ...how she only drinks on weekends.
• ...how she ended up getting locked outside YWCA coz she only arrived there after 10.
• ...the different security doors at YWCA to make sure no one can come in un-invited...

As you can see... by the end of the night (21:54) I knew absolutely everything about this girl. E V E R Y F U C K I N G T H I N G!!!

Obviously there would be no need for me to see her again. I know everything already. There's absolutely nothing more she can tell me that I don't know already. Unless she left something out... which I doubt.

Just when I'm about to head back to my place after walking her to her place, she goes... "what time are you knocking off work tomorrow?"

Again... I had to think fast... I told her... "aaahhhh, I think I'm gonna be working overtime or something, I'll call you though and let you know if anything changes, okay? *fake smile*"

She smiles back and says... "Hopefully I'll get to see you and we can chill for longer than we did today."

I'm like... "yeah"

while at the back of my mind I'm thinking... "yeah right, there's no way in hell I'm ever spending time with your verbal diarrhea (sp?)! Don't be surprised if I never call or see you again. EVER!"

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PS: For the good of mankind... I'm gonna start a series of posts with the theme "I'm really not that into you!"

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Damn all these beautiful girls...

Now playing: Sean Kingston

Song: Beautiful Girls

Let's face it, most beautiful aren't really good at much...

I mean, how many beautiful girls you know that are good at stuff... stuff like cooking, cleaning, taking care of their man AND still manage to keep their hair, nails and clothes in order??

To be perfectly honest... not that many!

In comparison to "okay" looking girls, the beautiful ones are really not all they made out to be in terms of being in a proper being an all round beauty... I don't know about other races, but I'm pretty sure most "beautiful" black girls can only do half the things mentioned above.

I know of only a few girls who can actually cook, take care of their nails and still manage to keep a man.

A word of advice to the beautiful girls out there... you ever wonder why you can never really keep a man for longer that 12 months??

well...

that's simply coz you only satisfy one one of his needs. A
BEAUTIFUL GIRL BY HIS SIDE! Everything else... you come a close second
to the "I'm beautiful inside" chick he's cheating you with!

There... doesn't the truth make you feel good? Wanna know another reason why...?? simple...

You're way too concerned about your hair, make-up and nails to even dare to get
out the house for a simple trip to the store around the corner... You'd much
rather stay behind and let him go on his own... which is where he meets other
sexy make-up-free girls, who end up taking your man.

Then you wanna run around claiming that all men are pigs/dogs/losers/ Failing to realise that it was your fault all along.

YOU were the one who said... you're not the cooking type
YOU were the one who said... you're not the cleaning type
YOU were the one who said... "ooh... I can never go a day without make up"
During sex... YOU were the one who said... "you want me to do WHAT!?!"

To all the beautiful ladies out there: Maybe, just maybe, one day when your man asks you to do something for him and you're about to say no... consider this... somewhere out there there's some girl who's more than ready and willing to do all those things you consider yourself to be too beautiful to do... nuff said!

end note: The above statement includes: sex, not wearing make-up, letting
him see how you look first thing in the morning, seeing your imperfect ass &
thighs(aka celulite).

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Beautiful inside

Shame, isn't it just so sad when fat/ugly/pimple-faced girls suddenly decide they are all BBW and stuff. Don't get me wrong, I know quite a lotta "big" girls and most of them happen to be my best friends. They're very beautiful and stuff. But they're completely different compared to the ugly ones. I wonder why... I think they listen to too much of that "I'm beautiful inside" crap! Seriously, think of it. Almost everyone is somehow inside. You're either a nice person or you attitude completely sucks balls!!!

And it doesn't automatically mean that because you're fugly outside then you're
beautiful inside.

This applies to all the ugly girls out there. Regardless of your body size. If you're ugly, you're ugly, there's absolutely nothing we can help you with. Accept it and move on. Same applies to all the guys who repeatedly date fugly girls and claim they're "beautiful inside". It's a sad excuse. Just admit it to yourself. You're just in it for the sex! Plain and simple. Let's face it. Ugly girls are freaks in the bed. No question... :) That one was for the egos I bruised. Feelin better??

I'll be the first to admit. I have been in relationships with some girls with
questionable looks. How do I justify this? see above :D

So all's I'm sayin is, you don't have to be ugly to be "beautiful inside". You're beautiful all round. Inside and out. Fuck what everybody else says (myself included).

Clearly they don't know Jack Schidt!

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I think I fucked up!

So this is what happened late yesterday. After having finished my previous post.

I called her and we agreed she'd come over later today.

I'm not too sure that was a good idea because we'd had a fight over the phone just before we arranged to continue face2face today.

I'm don't really wanna fight her though. I don't want this to be one of those messy break-ups I never want to think about. Or even for us to end up hating each other or anything like that.

I'm gonna try my best not to start yesterday's fight again.

I want to be able to hit it anytime without having to apologise and beg for it. I want us to still be cool...

anywayz.. I'm out

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The 17 month breakup!

Yeah, so this is it.

Monday I broke up with my girlfriend. Not a big deal really. Only thing is that I'd been with this girl for about 17 months or so...

Let me tell you what happened that led to Monday (and the reasons why I dumped her)...

I met this chick at work. It was her first day and I kinda liked what I saw. So I decided to persue her... which I did. I later found out that she had a dude. Who lived outside the country (Botswana to be exact) They had met at varsity, so since she'd come to work in GP (and a few months before that) distance had already started to take it's toll on the relationship, as a result. They weren't necesarily as close as they used to be. But the love was still there apparently. because they'd been together for around 3 years or something.

So now, the months went by and we got very very close, we became the best of friends. Able to talk about anything and everything. Obviously at the beginning I wasn't seeing her as the mother of my kids and wedding bells and stuff like that, it was kind of a companionship thing. Although at the beginning I was also involved with someone, but it was nothing serious. I broke it off as soon as I met this new one. With no hopes of building anything serious or anything like that...

I couldn't trust her
As time went on, we had gotten so close, that her relationship with the dude (let's call him AB) was starting to seriously bother me. Because I felt like everytime she went back home or to Botswana, she would make sure that she hooked up with him.

She's a liar AND I couldn't trust her!
At around June, last year, I was chilling at my flat and she called me telling me she'd be going somewhere with her cousin. I wasn't bothered by this because she'd gone somewhere with her cousin before and she was alright.

I only found out later that night that she was nowhere near her cousin for a whole 4 hours. She had gone out with some dude who she claimed had known for a while from back home. So that seriously pissed me the fuck off. I couldn't understand why she'd said she would be going out with her cousin.
She couldn't come up with any good reason. Even the bad ones sucked.

So that night I spent most of the night in tears cause she'd fucking lied to me (repeatedly) simply to go out with someone she knew I was against her seeing. <- does that make sense?

Anywayz, after a whole lot of begging and pleading and crying and apologising, which took almost the whole week, I forgave her, but assured her that I could never ever trust her again.
(that was in June '06)

I ended up having to talk to this motherfucker, telling him to stay the fuck away from my girlfriend. He didn't wanna listen, claiming that they just friends and there's nothing for me to worry about. Bullshit, I wasn't gonna be taking advice from somebody who was meddling in my relationship knowing I existed. Fuck him.

...she fucked up again

October '06, she fucked up one more time, for good measure...

She started flirting with somebody in the same company we worked at. 'Behind my back', or so she thought. I was fully aware of what she was doing. Until one day I confronted her about it. Told her to stop this bullshit before this goes too far and somebody gets hurt. (that was on a Friday)

Then the following Monday, the flirting starts all over again. I make her aware that I know what she's up to, only then does she tell this mofo to back off a little coz quote "somebody doesn't like it" I was like what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?!

So later on in the week I confront her again, and only then does everything stop. I asked her what she was trying to do, and all I get is some stupid "nothing was going on" crap!

At the end of '06, they (AB & she) broke up coz AB was busy sleeping with somebody else and managed to let it slip during a phone conversation to her. [shame, poor bastard]

So anywayz, let me just fast forward to last week Friday...

So she had went home this past weekend, and was to return on the Sunday. She was supposed to start a new job on Monday...

In the mean time, we had had a fight over some lousy sms she'd sent me. So things were a bit tense over the weekend. We didn't speak much.

So on the Sunday she returned, and we chilled for a while but things were still not okay.

The Monday morning (of the breakup), I was supposed to go to work but then decided I wasn't going anymore. Made up some excuse to my boss that I was going to see a dentist later that day (which was true, but I could've still went to work).

So she leaves early to get to work. I walk her to go catch a cab, then I returned to my place, where I just chilled for a few seconds before she'd call to say she'd left her phone behind and that I should please switch it off for her.
That's when I started getting supicious. Then instead of doing what i was told, I decided to conduct some private investigating of my own. I went through her SMS inbox, and there was nothing there. OK. Then I proceeded to her call register. Went through her dialed calls, then noticed AB's number. This came as a surprise, because she had said to me that she didn't have airtime over the weekend which is why she never called me. Which I belived at the time, but now I was a bit confused. How is it possible that she managed to call him and not me. What the hell was going on here...????

So I checked her received calls, and saw that he also called her. That was fine. There's pretty much nothing I can do to stop him from calling. But they had broken up, why the fuck were they calling each other if they had broken up months ago??

I went back to her Inbox, to check if I had missed anything. I hadn't, there was nothing there. I think she had deleted all the SMSs they were sending each other.

This serously pissed me the fuck off!!

A few minutes later, she calls her own phone; obviously to check if I had switched it off, which I hadn't.

After that, she calls my phone, and asks me why I haven't switched it off yet. I tell her becuase she doesn't have voicemail, might as well at least see who called [Missed calls] so she can call them back or something. Instead she tells me to switch it off regardless, coz "you-know-who" might call.

That angered me even more. I was like "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, I thought you had broken off all comuncation with him." she says "I have." I'm like, "Fuck that, I know for a fact you two have been calling each other." She's like "SO!!" then habgs up. Obviously I'm feeling kinda helpless coz I can't call her back and give her a piece of my mind. So I decided to fucking dump her as soon as she walks though the door...

So I go to my dentist appointment...

As soon as I got back, I went straight to her stuff and started packing everything. All the stuff I had bought her, her photos, her underwear, EVERY-FUCKING-THING!

Later on in the day, when she got back, she tries to act like nothing's wrong. She comes in, asks me where her phone is, I point her to it, and as she goes to get it; she realises that all her shit's been packed and in full display. She turns to me and says "are you dumping me?" and I say no. Coz that would have been to easy and too painless. So I call her to the livingroom, where we site on the couch and i try to reason with her. I ask her to explain exactly what the fuck is going on between her and AB. She says "nothing" it was just a phone call.

after a lot of raw bullshit coming out of her mouth...

I told her that I wasn't gonna stand for this anymore. Asked her what else she was hiding from me, and that I'm not gonna sit around and wait for her to break my heart again. That she'd done that way too may times already. I told her that I don't wanna be with someone like her anymore, that if they were sorting things out behing my bcak i wasn't gonna sit around and wait to get dumped for somebody else. ANd that she's gonna fucking infect me with AIDS coz she'd obviously be sleeping with us both at some point. That I didn't trust her AT ALL and that I want absoltely nothing to dowith her. Which is why I packed everything that belongs to her. And everything I've ever bought her. I didn't/don't want anything that has anything to do with her.

That took around 2 to 3 hours...

At the end of it, she went the whole "I love you so much" route. But it had no impact or even an effect on me. Coz I had had over 8hours to prepare myself for everything. I had broken up with her, made up, dumped her, hated her, called het "bitch" so many time within that 8 hours that whatever she said just bounced off of me.

When she was about to leave, coz I had also kicked her the fuck out, she decided that she was gonna give me space and give me some time to be okay, and that I should call her when I'd made peace with everything so we could get back together.

It was obvious that this bitch didn't get the message, so I just agreed to that just to get her the fuck out of my face.

needless to say, she's till waiting...

There's only one more thing that's left behind, I forgot to pack it coz it was separate from her stuff, a vase I used to always buy her flowers with... <- I don't think that makes a lot of sense... anywayz...

I still have quite a lot on my chest so I'm gonna dump all over again when she comes to get it...

**aaaaahhh so much pain, so little time**

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