Bored Randomania

I don't believe a persons intelligence can be measured by their ability to complete a question paper, ergo one should not be judged by their results. Yet that is the necessary mission we must all complete, shackled and whipped. But talking about exams itself is so boring and quite frankly when it boils down to it I am quite nonchalant about the whole thing - if that's the way it is then... meh...

What I think is more interesting is the time period just before and during exams - I shall name it... "Bored Randomania"

BR is what we all struggle to get through and we all suffer trying to do something important and instead start to take interest in things we wouldn't normally be interested in and on some occasions become the perfect "home makers"

A wise student once quoted me this: "Procrastination is like masturbation, it is fun while you are doing it, until you realize that you are only screwing yourself."

And yes we all do it! (Procrastinate... you dirty bastard!) and it is a curse that vexes all students, prep and jock alike.

You know you are procrastinating when:

1. You take a sudden interest in Movies and Series, and believe it is important to be up to date on current entertainment news.
2. You make your bed... twice in one day.
3. You clean your room and offer to make supper AND do the laundry.
4. Facebook and MXiT are new resourceful "colleague information gathering" services.
5. Libraries become the greatest way to LOOK studious and catch up on gossip.
6. Watching people around you becomes super interesting.
7. You masturbate.
8. You make every effort to tell yourself to stay away from "social events" so you can study and then you reward yourself by watching a movie.

Time becomes an enemy and everything blurs together like a big illusion. Nothing seems to be done yet everything seems to be around you.

A cure for procrastination? Well, if I had that answer I wouldn't be typing this blog 3 days before my Math exam.

HINT: What I found to work sometimes, is to make arrangements to study with an estranged acquaintance- when you with them you don't want to look bad so you will be more encouraged to work.

02 June 09 – 06 June 09: Winged Adventure UCT

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Tuesday: Wesley arrives in Cape Town 16:40, Mom and I arrive to pick him up after we spent the afternoon looking for property brochures. Wesley and I braai for supper then go on to play CS and Bleach vs One Piece map on Warcraft III while talking about our upcoming plans, until about 4am.
Wednesday: We wake up at 11:10, then have egg and bacon for breakfast. After showering for the last time we get ready and changed, packing only 2 t-shirts, a semi-formal shirt, deodorant and hair wax we leave at 2pm. Dropped off that main entrance I show Wesley a basic outline of UCT life at “the steps” and then we helplessly go looking for a toilet at the mathematics building. We met up with Kathleen and Vicky and were introduced to Dominique. We then spoke about that nights plans and afterwards dropped off at lower campus in Kathleen’s cousin’s car.
Vicky, Wesley and I went off to Graca Michelle to visit Mary, she wasn’t there, but after the 2nd attempt we found her (Though we went around the entire establishment before discovering her right next door!). There we met Charlene, and we all decided to go to Cocoa Wawas for “the cookie”. We left and on our way Tando intercepted us and I chatted for a bit and gave him our bag. At Cocoa Wawa we had coffee and “the cookie” which Wes and I couldn’t finish! I had the “gourmet coffee” which was disgusting! Gavin then joined us and after a little chit chat, dropped us back off at Graca. Wesley and I stayed with Mary and Charlene until it was about time to leave for Pirates. Kk and her BF, Iric, picked us up and left for Wyneburg. There we met Train and Alicia. We had the most awesome steak and talked about morality and flexibility of incest.
After Pirates, Wes and I met up with Tando at the Leo Marquad res, it was 9pm and we convinced Tando, inadvertently, to join us to go to Roots, in Obs. After the study snacks we left at 10pm in Fick's bakkie. Roots was empty and we decided to go to Stones. It was packed with people, more guys than girls unfortunately, so we played pool all night, and I lost thrice! We drank a bit since it was get 2 for 1 special and then left for res, numberless and left making a new PUA friend, in the unexpected form of Fick.
Back at the res we were hustled into going for a late night hubbly session by Nick and Thabiso, where Wesley showed off his awesome guitar skills and we all hopelessly sang along until 4am and then were off to bed.
Thursday: Woke up at 11:20, texted Mary and were at her res within 15mins, bag in hand. It was me, Wesley, Charlene, Mary and “Goodhood”. “Goodhood” gave me a contact number for a temp job. We were meant to watch a scary movie, but instead played a hubbly game and ordered pizza and Kauai, which came 1hr and 30mins late! After the pizza we went down the road to catch the “Clarenis” jammy, to meet Vicky and them, but were convinced otherwise by the fact of a long wait and inconvenient timing.
Instead of Springboks, we arranged other plans, due to the rain, to go for sushi at an R88 buffet with May, her sister Amy, Louis, Mary and May’s boyfriend. We were interrupted during our sushi devouring session by Vicky, whom got Wesley to pinky promise him that we’ll go to Springboks later. Train then called and invited us to Cubana for a “few” drinks. After dinner, Amy dropped me and Wesley at Cubana.
Hanging out with Alicia, Train, Michael, Wennie, David (and every other Asian-English name you can think of) was quite an amazing experience. Being the loudest and most fun crowd in the restaurant does have its forte, and it sure is fun! We played (Well I watched mostly) many different Asian drinking games involving many intricate hand signals and MANY Hunters Dry! After drinking quite a few bottles, Wesley demonstrated our high value by over paying before being asked to pay for our drinks while we were on our way out the place. Leaving the hosts very impressed.
Wesley and I then walked to Springboks only to get reassured what I thought earlier – that they won’t accept my recently washed I.D. Wesley went inside to go speak to Vicky and while I stayed outside I recognized a familiar face looking after a familiar bum in the air. It was Kathleen and her ex-boyfriend Adam. She had too much to drink and was on her way home. I think. Wes and I discussed the possible outcome of the night and we decided to call a taxi home for R30.
Friday: Woke up at 10:50 and then went to get cell charger from Mary. We then took the jammy to “Clarinus Village” near Obs to visit Vicky and Wesley’s mates. Wesley’s schoolmate, Nick, took us into the dining hall and suggested we go try and get some free food. So after a failed attempt to convince the lady that we are transferring from Leo Marquad, she called the Supervisor and we bailed. Walking to the nearest Mc Donald’s I came up with the idea that the Groote Schuur hospital is closer and we should go there for lunch. We got inside and got pretty lost. Though we can now say we ventured into a hospital just for the food. After lunch we went back to Claredon (The guy res of the village) and gave Nick his key back and were told to meet up with Wesley’s friend Glen at room 24. There I discovered it was actually my good friend Eric’s dorm where they had been playing Pokemon on the NDS emulator for fun.
To the second half the village we went, to Carinas to be exact, where we met Kim and Tissany. At Vicky’s dorm we smoked hubbly, where they seemed to be quite noobs. We spoke about the night before and the night to come and invited them with our plans for Extreme Hotel.
My sister picked us up from the Village and then took us with her around Rondebosch and Clairemont to do her errands for work. While talking to her, we asked if we could use the car for the night, from that she said “No.” we responded “Drop us there.” She then realized we banked our night on that car. So she dropped us off at the lower campus and we went to Leo Marquad, back at where we started.
There we had a non-soaped-shower, I got a haircut and a new hairstyle and we got ready for that night. It was originally, Me, Wesley, Mary, Charlene, Gavin, Vicky, Kathleen, Dom, Kim, Debbie and May. It then became Me, Wesley and maybe Mary and Charlene. Seemingly lost for hope, Gavin changed his mind due to help from Mary and we went in his car to Extreme Hotel, near Gardens NOT Waterfront. We each had a milkshake, I the Fererra Roche flavour and Wesley the Avo and Apple type and we both had an average overpriced burger. The vibe turned awkward so we moved onto the next place, V & A, where we had cocktails and wine at Belducci’s. At Belducci’s we toasted and discussed who had the worst tasting drink. It was a good evening, despite the constant flow of enticing comments towards me from Mary and Gavin (which I handled but only lead to awkwardness). We then played a joke on Mary and told the waiter she wanted his number. Her response was hilarious and his more so as he rejected it!! Haha!
When the evening was over my mom was supposed to pick us up while the rest left. Mom’s car broke down and we got a taxi to take us to her for R130 (Bargained from R190). There Donovan and his dad sorted us out. We arrived home and chatted and chilled till 4am.
Saturday: Day of departure, 8am and no transport. Wesley and I asked the security guard for a taxi number but no luck. So we left with Wesley’s expensive belongings in hand, and started walking. A black taxi came passed and we called him for service. He charged R250 for special transport to airport. After a very scary trip to a taxi rank we got to the airport with hours to spare. We checked in and had breakfast and then said “See you when I see you.” And the two awesome entities separated once more for our own epic stories and adventures to talk about and share later.

The Lazy Perfectionist

On occasion my inner-voice would refer to myself as a “Lazy Perfectionist.” This title, I believe, is to justify my sometimes contradicting actions.

I am habitually lazy; I like to lie in bed for hours and dislike taking any unnecessary steps to complete a task – it REALLY annoys me! So before taking on a task, be it simple like bringing in groceries or a really difficult conundrum, I take a minute to meditate on all possible solutions until I can find the most simplest and less active. Along with that, I like to get things right the first time – so that I don’t have to do it again.

Subsequently, I strive for perfection. Every subject endeavor I tangent toward achieving perfect execution – if it is not 100% right, then I will have to re work on that % I have not achieved. On the other hand, I love to have things symmetrically appealing; when organizing items on my desk, closet or PC everything must have its place and adhere to an attractive format. This remains itching to me everyday; alas my lazy side has its collisions with this desire.

And that is where I get it wrong. If I become too lazy to ascertain tasks perfection, I am fuelling the former unfairly. Contrarily I sometimes waste time on a superfluous matter until it is perfect. Both situations are not acceptable for either of my convictions nor is it acceptable in productive-oriented society.

Concluding everything I have said to the point of this blog – I believe that it is possible, or rather, ideal for a person to be lazy and stick to their own times as long as they are perfectionists. If one can achieve the same results/or better with less amount of work, then they should be privileged to keep their “saved” time to themselves and for themselves and needn’t be criticized by people for their slow, seemingly counter-productive attitude.

So I say, BE LAZY! Follow your own watch! All as long as you keep logical perfection in active practice. I am definitely trying to iron-out my fallbacks, but one day I will become the ideal Lazy Perfectionist.

Famous Quotes

• “What America needs now, is a drink”: On December 5th 1933 at 4:31pm President Franklin D. Roosevelt after the abolishing the prohibition of alcohol.

Umm… Yes – it took you 13 years to realize this? What kind of sick experiment was that? After such a long wait, I hope he bought the first round.

• “I believe that humans and fish a-like can co-exist” President George Bush

Along with geckos, baboons and flies – and if we can’t, negotiations with respective representatives will be in order! Thank you, Mr. Bush, for keeping us aware of such imminent hostilities.

• “Socks are badly designed.The seams are on the inside. They hurt the toes.” William Forrester | Sean Connery – Finding Forrester

*Applause* I wish I had thought of that! I have begun to wear my socks inside-out – I believe there should be a sock revolution.

• “Self-improvement is masturbation”: Tyler Durden | Brad Pitt – Fight Club

Please?! Self-improvement being: gym, dieting and etc is difficult! Masturbation is easy and nice.

• “Together we can do more” ANC motto

WTF does that mean!?!? Do more WHAT? It is an incomplete sentence that just emphasizes their lack of logical creativity. How do people vote for that? It is rubbish and has only been filled will negative nouns.

• “Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Terracotta Terracota Pie!” System of a Down – Vicinity of Obscenity

Word.

South African Citizen

I am a South African citizen, neither black or white, male or female. I was born on this land in 1990. I was brought up without personally knowing apartheid, and through my years made many dear friends. Within my reality: ambition, willpower and a dream allows for success in life.

I then read the paper, and turn on the TV; when exposed to this I am angered. Angered at how adults try to enforce me and my peers to see color. Day after day, they fight each other and bicker on passed occurrences- seeking justice, revenge and compensation.

Why should I be subjected to now looking at my friends and noticing their color? Who dares to place that thought in my head! I do not become friends with someone because of their skin - How do I make friends with Skin? Skin can not talk to me, skin cannot give me the feelings I enjoy! People are heart – you cannot see that, you can only feel that.

I say, grow up; be the man and woman you need to be for your children and your country – how can we move on as a nation if there is still hatred stemmed from the past? By enforcing such ideals, our children are learning of hatred they did not need to associate themselves with. If we all consider ourselves to be equal there would be no need for – “whose piece of the pie is bigger.” People would not have to fill in their “Race” or “Gender” in application forms and as such interested people would look at a person’s character or achievements when learning about them – and not make a decision based on one look (Would that also not condemn people that are born a certain race or gender, but rather encourage people to strive for more in their lives?) One cannot move forward bearing a shackled boulder from the past. Grow up and do what is needed to be done and put aside what is needed to be placed aside – so that this country may move forward into a colorblind society.

Another mentality that I think needs to be highlighted is that people of South Africa think that the R.S.A. Government is a “higher power” that is chosen to control and run the country. Wrong. Every single citizen, from below the working-class to the rich are equally responsible for this country’s management, and decide who should manage our country by voting – and the political party that is elected is then given task of looking after our country. Where do they get the money to perform such a task? Tax.

Every single citizen of South Africa pays tax; the person who has no job or house and pays R4.99 for a litre of milk – they pay VAT, which means contributing to the Governments salary – therefore the Government works for that money. To put it into practical terms: We all pay 14% VAT on ALL items we buy, so instead of paying R1000.00 for ones monthly shopping bill, we pay R1140.00 for our shopping bill, and that R140.00 is then given to pay the Government their salary. Do not forget – South African citizens are the Boss of the Government, the Government serves South African citizens.

I feel that we forget that fact and become complacent with the mistakes of the Government. The ANC is not better or more powerful then South Africa – the ANC is the servant of South Africa.

Important yet Neglected

The AWB and Julius Malema are on the headlines everyday and people are constantly using them in their social desperation to insight an “intelligent” or rather “more-than-‘Hello’ conversation; I believe one major discussion is being neglected. That would be… the Jelly Bean.

The tiny, colorful and tasty treats are more then praiseworthy. These sweets are irresistibly addictive – and to answer what you are thinking –Yes! They are as threatening as that Coke can you are trying to look away from everyday that sits merrily in the jovial hand of everyone else.

My favorite would be, hands down, the Sour Jelly Beans, if you disagree stop reading this now – in fact… piss off! You are not needed in a conversation involving any means of awesomeness. Those whom are awesome… continue reading- Okay, let us continue… the love of the Jelly Bean stems back to the Gummy Bear days, where things were bright, cheery and full of joy! When Jack came back from the climbing the bean stalk – it wasn’t gold from the goose that he cherished; it was the Jelly Beans that the stalk provided in its seedlings. True Story. Another puzzle to fit in an incomplete story is: When Jill came tumbling after Jack it was because his Jelly Beans fell out his pocket and she slipped on them coming down the hill – haha Jack you nincompoop, you were saving those for later, hey? (Learn from him; store your beans in DEEP pockets)

Maynards expresses it best: “Life is Fruity”. Magical. Subsequently we can say that Jelly Beans derive from fruity flavors, linking that, one can surmise that Jelly Beans is Life. Enchanting.

In short, as much as it would have been expectantly boring for me to blab on about JM and AWB, I think its best for us all to whip out a bag of JB and throw it at the TV, and then pick it up - to eat it of course.