Friday, June 25, 2010


first time at the cape town stadium. i love tickets!

netherlands v. cameroon game. 24 june 2010.


we loved with a love that was more than love.

Edgar Allan Poe

She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness.

~E. M. Forster: Howards End

call her senseless and twixted in love's burying arms
love's teaching guidance
would allow her,
and clear her vision beset by his touch
clear! her vision,
without fear of his flaws
nice clean win for netherlands tonight. i was very impressed by the whole set-up - the stadium/security/ crowd control/ bus service /atmosphere.

good miss by persie, rebounded by huntelaar

photos soon.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

big game


mario and the rude boys

mario and the rude boys

a friend of my dad's made this doccie on gangsterism on the cape flats. a hard-hitting look at a darker side of the playground of the cape, where crystal meth and violence flow like milk and honey. in time for the world cup we take a look at football on the Flats and how men like mario strive to make big changes in this ravaged community.

the soundtrack is also proudly produced in cape town, a fusion of underground hip hop and rap.


the secret to the perfect hamburger is one that requires skill. a burger ain't that simple anymore and is by no means an easy feat, or for that matter, a ground patty slapped between a toasted bun.


according to Michael David, executive chef at Comme Ça brasserie in Los Angeles the perfect burger is 'consistently juicy, perfectly seasoned and precisely medium-rare. The patty is charred on the outside and rosy pink from edge to edge.'

the bagel burger

the veggie burger

the tuna burger

the 'made with love' burger

the chicken fillet burger

the mighty big mac

the gourmet burger

the burger king and fries

: now i fuckin want a burger :

Wednesday, June 23, 2010


this photograph taken by michael currin at a footie practice session at the university of cape town. it was featured on the bbc news site

hot like mexico, rejoice!

alejandro, as i predicted weeks ago, is lady gaga's latest addictive single. sooner or later (give it a month) it will reach the far-off reaches of south african radio stations to become this fiendish pop queen's newest bite. will keep you posted.

and now i want to go to mexico. it will be hot and dry and spicy.

step on the shadows of your own two feet

i am sick of smugness

i am sick of caffeinated highs

i am sick of distasteful music

i am sick of bad attitudes

i am sick of chipped nail varnish

i am sick of having nothing to say

i am sick of having too much to say and no cue to shut my mouth

i am sick of waiting

i am sick of wanting

i am sick of knowing

and not knowing too.

face value

this is when i put on face.

this is where i hold up a mirror, remove my rouge from its case.

this is when i put on face

fix it in my compact, every smudge and trace

belongs to the face

that i have applied in that mirror there.

photos via deviantart.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

i won't do as i'm told

wispy mists

driving home from the west coast on sunday there was an eerie presence of mist hanging quietly over the coast and nearby farmlands. it reminded me of the mists of the marshes in a dickens novel. usually when the young hero of the novel ventures into the thick low-laying mists there is an element of danger on the horizon and intrepedation to follow.

the road was covered in it. it was moist and heavy and smelt of ocean. and the windmills. beacons in the frozen scape. aah. i could have wandered in that mist for days until i was good and proper lost. and i wouldn't have minded at all.

the importance of good manners

i believe that good manners are the best and most valuable possessions that any parent can hand down to their children. manners are a commodity dearly bought and rarely come by, especially in this fast-paced modern age. we can only learn then through tradition and breeding. in the 21st century, with the dynamism of technology, the value of time and the speed at which we buzz around on our daily business we are forgetting the humanity of our fellows. we are blissfully unaware of the needs of others, concerned only for our own pleasures and comforts, preoccupied by our fantasies and warped senses of establishment. we chase the dream of affluence, and thrust our shiny platinmum barclays at wide-eyed young girls behind shop counters.

working in a service-orientated job (a humble student i am) i have to deal with rude, abrupt and demanding people regularly. as much as i'd like to roll my eyes and tell them down which hole to stick it, i cannot, because the customer's always right.

having said that, i am pretty close to telling these spoilt, good-for-nothing gawdy people where to get it off, because honestly, i am sick to death of hearing of their trivial pursuits, petty complaints and whiny bids for assume patriachy, women snap at one anothers heels. children whine and grab and plead. if this continues there will be anarchy.

i have also learned that no matter how much money, power, influence and wealth you possess, no matter how flashy your tiffany's diamonds, no matter how growly your four-wheel drive or how tight your juicy coutured ass is, you cannot buy good etiquette.

sorry honey, that you gotta learn. too bad your six dime mommy didn't teach you that.


why is a raven like a writing desk?

this splendid rhetoric comes from lewis carroll's alice's adventures in wonderland

"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
"No, I give it up," Alice replied. "What's the answer?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do something better with the time," she said, "than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers."

this is a riddle that has gone unanswered for generations. it has no real answer, really. perhaps old carroll was too half-witted to come up with one. or mad, even.

alive without breath

how about a riddle, taken from 'riddles in the dark' in tolkien's the hobbit.

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking


Thursday, June 17, 2010

rushwind on the underground

i cannot close the gap
you may leave me at piccadilly.
with my feet planted firm on the platform.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

wishbone thinking

may old-fashioned letter writing never go out of style.

as long as there is ink in my fountain pen and crisp sheets of blank paper in my drawer, a pot of coffee warm on the kitchen counter and space between my head and the ceiling i shall WRITE and hope that you shall write me back.

i am in the midst of wishbone thinking.

the carcass has been stripped and the bones exposed.
my sheets are white and freshly cleaned.
my clothing ironed and soaked in fabric softener.
there's breakfast for dinner.
there's a matinee at the theatre.
there is hot water.
the walls are peeling and the brick is exposed.
there are musical greeting cards.
there's a game on.
the martinis are dirty.
the fish are swimming.
there is food in the fridge.
his jawline is rough and defined.
there are cheeky innuendos.
my violent shivers have subsided.
the baby turtles are scrambling for the shore.
i have depeche mode playing in my head.
my nailpolish is chipping and needs repainting.
there are people coming to visit.
there are letters addressed to me.
there is well-versed conversation.
there is a wad full of crisp banknotes.
there is fever in the air.
there is no mention of getting out of bed.
there's gossip girl
there's anticipation and fluttering wings in my chest.
the wishbone remains whole and unbroken.

should it snap?

Monday, June 14, 2010


here are some things i came across that you may think are completely excessive, gawdy or just plain unnecessary, and you're probably right. others are some things i'd clean make my everyday necessities if i had the budget. vitamin water and tea tree face masks - yes please.

but how cool ???

whoever said boring as toast?

that's my kind of sunny side up

and she fights for her life on the train

burning down on me

my hem is caught upon the gate
perhaps a letter for me today

and i fight for my life on the train
and i fight for my dignity and you.

i sing for the rains and the glory before
i press the button for the second floor

and i don't know.
i just don't know.

nobody knows,

as i fight for my life on the train.

her morning elegance

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

oren lavie

he's a beaut

this is elvis, my siamese fighting fish.

his ancestors lived in rice paddies of thailand and cambodia. males will fight to the death if put together.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

manchester united chant

Who's that twat from Argentina?
Who's that money grabbing whore?
Carlos Tevez is his name,
And he hasn't got a brain,
And he won't be winning trophies any more...

funny brits.


“The noise of the crowd, the singing and the chanting, is the oxygen we players breathe.” - Danny Blanchflower

Two World Wars And One World Cup,
England, England,
Two World Wars And One World Cup,
England, England...

-england chants at germany

bear your balls!

carte blanche just had a feature on soccer fan followings in south africa. we must some of the loudest, craziest, most colourful fans on the planet.

with vuvuzelas, decorated makarabas, big wigs and oversized glasses fans travel sometimes hours to get to games. it would be like missing church, said one fan, if he were to miss a game. he's been supporting the kaiser chiefs since 1994 and could only marry a girl who is one also.

craig fraser, a south african photographer, had the smart idea of setting up a makeshift studio outside different stadia on match days and photographing fans in all their glory over a white background. he then compiled a profile of each fan, as a football team member would be featured, signifying that the fans are just as important as the players.

the legwarmer

a 1980s fad influenced by flashdance and fame.

the ultimate winter accesory

too late empire state

"signs are for religious, the superstitious and the lower class. i don't believe in them and neither should you."

damn you chuck bass. damn you to hell.


hailing one of the 10 000 yellow cabs serving manhattan is easy: just stick out your arm like the statue of liberty.

when the number on the roof of the yellow medallion is lit it means the cab is available.

Initial fare.............$2.50
Each 1/5 mile (4 blocks).$0.40
Each 1 minute idle.......$0.40
Peak surcharge...........$1.00 (after 4pm until 8pm Mon-Fri)
Night surcharge..........$0.50 (after 8pm until 6am)
Additional riders........FREE

p'tit zizou

[that's his nickname by the way]

thank you yoann gourcoff. you have enlivened my newfound love for football. and have reminded me of why i like boys so much.

yoann currently plays for Ligue 1 club Bordeaux and the French national team.

seriously, this french thing is getting slighty chronic. i need to stop this now.

it's not 100% grass

mid way through algeria v slovenia game in polokwane
current score: 0-0
prediction: 2-0 but to which side, i don't know.

only started watching football as of two days ago and already i've been painting myself(and friends) with nationalism and yelling 'run you bastards!' at the television.

this match is also the first in world cup history to be played on a surface that is not 100% real grass.

also could not help myself but to stare and comment on the legs on those french players.

visit for live time updates and tweets following each match's every move.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

refuge where there is war

integrity is doing the right thing, even if nobody's watching.

Integrity is a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcomes. In western ethics, integrity is regarded as the quality of having an intuitive sense of honesty and truthfulness in regard to the motivations for one's actions.- wiki

i believe that there is not enough integrity in the world. we are shy to be honest with ourselves first and foremost, and second to that we are shy to be honest with others.often we lack a whole, a core, a central dynamic which guides our thoughts and actions. we act impulsively and in shotgun fashion. we do not consider the effects of our dishonesty but instead ride its waves like a boat tossed upon a storm. where, in this turbulence, is the courage we lack? courage, to do the right thing, even if nobody is watching to admire or flatter your decisions. courage to be reasonable in a flight of confusion and hussle. refuge where there is war.

where is my inner sense of wholeness? where might i find some preserving silence so that i may finally come to peace?

“The foundation stones for a balanced success are honesty, character, integrity, faith, love and loyalty.”
Zig Ziglar (American motivational Speaker and Author. )


my soul shed in the sand
away with the tempest,
bruised and awash on the land.
abandoned spirit and daughter
borne soul'd upon the water.


a pig called mu

in the movie uptown girls molly has a pet pig called mu which she saved from butchering on a trip to thailand. they fell in love and mu came to live with her in her upper east side apartment.

man i want a pet pig.

rip brittany murphy.

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