Flickr Freedom

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I've been using my Flickr account for quite some time and have been really enjoying it. Its ability to send my photos from my cellphone to my album is what gets me. It's brilliant! I have mentioned my Flickr account a while ago, but I though I'd say something about it again now that I have my fancy Flickr photo bar on the left of this blog, just so that the entire world can see my album. Now aren't I a nice guy?

Devilishly Devine

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Apples + Salt = Mm-mm-mmmmmm.... I guess with all this free time on my hands, it leaves enough space to experiment. Just today I discovered the mouth-watering taste of slimly-cut green apples with a sprinkle of salt. Wow. It is nice. I thought about that idea because I was growing out of my not-so-latest speciality of lemons and salt. Who knows, maybe next... Bananas and salt? Just kidding.

Birthday Blooper

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Okay. So the whole song-name-instead-of-alliterative-title idea wasn't a smash hit. More ridiculous than anything I assume. So, it's gone. Ya-hay! I'm really not good at this anniversary thing. It just dawned on me that I missed this blog's annivesary again. But anyways. Happy 2nd! It's been great :) Here's to lots more comments!

Tolerating Tolerance

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This is the last blog entry I shall make with an alliterative title and the last that has something to do with the content of the entry. From now on, I shall name my posts after songs that reflect the mood I'm in - and which might not have anything to do with the entry at all. Why? Because it's kind of cool, and fits into the whole entropy idea. If today's post was a song, it would be called "Everything Will Be All Right" - by the Killers. Right. Let's start. Tolerance is a fine line that separates calm and rage. It's proably the most important virtue of them all, and is essential to everyday living. Without it, we will be hating each other for petty differences that don't agree with us. It's one of the most fundamental things we as humans have to have. But when does tolerance stop? When someone crosses that uncrossable line? When hate envelops us? Or is it when a repetitive feeling causes us dismay and takes control of our thoughts? Maybe it's all three and more. Tolerance is what keeps us sane. It's what motivates us to achieve greater heights and is an inspiration to us all. If we as human beings can tolerate each other, even when we do infinitisimally small acts of stupidity, we shall all lead a much better and healthier life. But if we cannot, we have failed ourselves in keeping what's good, good. Tolerance. It costs nothing, yet it's worth so much.

Damned Dust

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With all the dust in the house (cleaning season) I've been kept perpetually sick throughout my long vacation. A runny-nose is really the worse punishment for anything, not only is it down right irritating, it also loses your concentration. Especially when you have a physics supplementary exam in two-day's time. It causes unnecessary breaks and slows time down. You end up doing less work than you should and end up needing to rest more. Hmm. My inner voice is arguing with me as to why having a sniffly-nose is a bad thing. It is damnit. It just is. I guess that was a good enough attempt to rekindle the joys of regularly updating this dusty old blog. It's made me realise how much I like this font. I mean, and also how much I like writing/typing stuff. I think I shall post more, more often as it seems I have quite a large fan base :) There goes that ego again. Superfly!

Dispicably Disgusting

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In the words of the ever so wise and ever so beautiful Ksh, the lack of updates to my blog in recent times is dispicable, and down-right disgusting (emphasis on disgusting - say it with me, dis-GUST-ting, just like how Ksh says it). I apologise. I have been lured into the lair of the laziness lemur, but good shall prevail. (Hence this blog). This post was made possible by Lee-Ann Naidoo, currently of the UK (Hi!), who, after her kind words about this site, has motivated me to spark a new entry. This is for you, Lee-Ann. But where to begin? Let's start with the latest developements. I think that'll be better since it's what is most freshest in my mind. Not two weeks ago, our town's child welfare orginisation had their annual Winter Fair. It was a major success, exceeding everyone's expectations as it reached it's goal of securing over one million rand worth of revenue. This money goes towards the development of social welfare in our friendly town. It creates jobs, protects kids and women who need to be protected, helps statutory victims, gives homes to abandoned kids, and helps cousel the community, including victims of HIV and AIDS. Well done! to everyone involved in making the fair an overwhelming success. And also a big-up to my team, who, I cannot thank enough. This year, the Fotosynthesis stall at the Child Welfare Winter Fair consisted of Keshnee Mudaly, Teshiele Devprasad, Kamlin Moodley, Serena Thaver, Bhavnesh Ramdial, and myself. We were in charge of making all the exhibitor's ID badges. Without us, the stall holders wouldn't have been allowed entry into the ground ;) Just kidding. We also sold button-badges, keyrings (both of which were custom-made), and good ol' normal photographs. In the two days we had to sell our products, we made a very generous amount. And all for charity. My team suffered long hours with no pay. You got to hand it to these guys and girls; waking up as early as 7am in the cold winter mornings is just painful. Things would never have ran as smooth as they did without my team. Thanks guys. I appreciate it more than words could describe. (See you next year!) In other news, I took on Incredible Connection (or is that Corruption?) and won. Viva! And it was quite a battle at that ... After nearly two months of bad customer-service; lies; deceit; and broken promises, enough was enough. I stopped dealing with the small people and went direct to head office. I had finally got word that they would give me my money back for the notebook computer I bought five months ago. I was thinking of posting my award-winning (self acclaimed), heart-wrenching email to head office for all to read, but I decided to give them a break. If you would like to read the email, I'd be delighted to email you a copy personally. Just leave a comment to this post. You can even use it as a template. Yes. I am that modest. It is a sin. :) I think I've not written as much as I should have to cover up for the lost months of nothingness, but I am sleepy. So. Good night!

For Freedom, For Fun, For F**k's sake: the tale of the Fearless Foxy.

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It all started on a cold March night in 1986, a chaste little fox was brought into this restless world. Hers is a tale not to be taken lightly. Her heroic abilities have strengthened her and shaped her to what she is today: Fearless.

This short piece is but a memoir of her story. As a law student, one has to be tough, tougher than most and the ability to win an argument has to be imminent. Foxy was thrown into the deep end of the attorney-infested shark pool. Tears ran, lips quivered, and emotions ran high. But this Fox, she'll be remembered for what she has become.

Foxy has survived the unthinkable. From being bombarded and kicked out of her domicile by a hoolahoop-shaped evil femininistical (Yes. That is a word) step-mother-like cow with hoofs the size of black-bin-lids to finding her way in the wide open concrete jungle, Foxy found her feet. She now resides with a superheroine that goes only by the name of SuperSuvi. Foxy built new frontiers, attached herself to a crew (the famous UG clan) and holds her head up high while she walks her long walk to Fame and Fortune.

Bowling Blunders

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Friday night, the executives of University Gulleys (as we're now calling it) went for a night out bowling. From Pavilion to the Beachfront and finally to Gateway, most of us were first timers at the ruthless and dangerous sport. Emotions were high as evil gutters lured unsuspecting victims' balls to it's infinite abyss. But, as you can see, I (the second K) was victorious even after sustaining a serious ankle injury which left me limp for five rounds. But, nonetheless, it would not have been done without the support ("Miss! Miss! Miss!") of my fellow compadres.

Bathroom Bliss

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We live in an age of some of the best minds. Past and present geniuses are sparked from spectrums on opposite ends of a education-colour bar. On one side, there's the hard-working university scholars who serve years slaving away in their tertiary prison earning Bachelor's, Master's, and Ph.D's in vast and various fields of their study, sacrificing inhuman hours of their personal life, while slowly making caffeine makers wealthy. Then there's the drop-outs who fail miserably, unable to grasp the simplist of concepts but later achieving a status and title much higher than that of a scholar, becoming masters of their failed field - no sacrifice needed, but plenty of fun involved. The drop-out's successes are always, if not most of the time, due to a bright idea. An idea so bright, their light bulbs serve as lighthouses for other ideas. Most people are bound to have an idea or two on a daily basis but a select few have the ability of transforming their ideas into a reality, while others wait for someone else to think of it. While clearly, such bright ideas are convincingly the easiest way to fame and fortune (and honorary doctrates), the ultimate question remains, how are these ideas sparked? In my years of experience (all almost nineteen of them), I've had pretty damn good ideas, visions, and dreams. Now obviously, the dreams come from, well ... dreams. The visions come from day-dreams. The ideas however, they come from a different place: my bathroom. Why is it that lots of people have epiphanies while washing their hair, brushing their teeth, unloading a load, or scrubing their back? Is the bathroom the new think-tank of modern society? At first I thought maybe, who knows, it's just me. But after having a conversation with a few friends, I've gathered that they have little revelations in their place of quite and cleanliness too. The bathroom is the new Tomb for Thinkers! You're probably wondering if this is another gesture to help speed up my application to my local asylum. Sadly no, not yet, but I'll keep you all posted on that. I find great ideas are spawned all over the place, not only in the bathroom (albeit, it is a favourite) but also on the road while driving, gazing off into the greeny green sugar-cane, or even while lost in the eyes of a significant other. Some might argue which is the better route, the torture of education, or the luck of a passing thought. I believe both have pros and cons. It's up the individual to decide which is more worthwhile. Spending a decade on an education is one thing - it gives you a ticket. Waiting around for something big to happen ... That all lies in the hands of the Universe and how it sees fit to pass around brilliant thoughts. More often than not, the decade is shorter.

Long Life

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Yes, it's been over a month, and might well be the longest period between two posts. A fair few events have happened during the past month, including a few life-changing decisions. Another reason (read: excuse) I've not blogged is because I think I've got blogger's block. So, if by any chance this post does get published, then well, it will mean that I'm quite content with it and it's worthy enough to be amongst my other noteable posts :)

I've been having the time of my life. Sure, things can always be better, but I kind of like how things are panning out. My train derailed and was heading for devastation in a remote haunted town, but with the right motivation, demotivation, inspiration, and support, magic is possible. I'm probably not making much sense right now, but then again, when do I ever? :)

This post was made for the sake of posting. Because I can't have this Longest Period Between Two Posts™ become longer. And because I don't know what to blog about. Viva la Moose! Viva la Cheese!