Over the past few years, I’ve had conversations with people, asking them what they are doing with their lives, and there are various brag-worthy claims such as “I graduated cum-laude”, or “I ran the two oceans full marathon this year, twice”, or “I released red balloons into the air because all the blacks want to kill me”. But one of the most common brag-worthy traits of individuals is “I started an NGO”. The new ISO approved sign to show that you are a success in life is no longer a Bentley, or a house in Camps Bay, but an NGO.
It’s a Tuesday evening, and I’ve spent most of it sitting at my keyboard practicing for my piano lesson tomorrow. I’m a semi-beginner, so at the moment, I don’t really hear the music, but hear myself counting 1 – and – 2 – and 3 – and 4 for every bar. This doesn’t sound good. When I listen Jamie Cullum play, I don’t think he is hearing 1 – and – 2 – and 3 – and 4 – and – for every bar he plays. But at some point in his life, I’m sure he did. And to be good, I first have to be not so good. So here’s to a few more hours of 1 – and – 2 – and – 3 – and – 4 – and –
*Life lesson: Brilliance takes hard work. Nobody started perfect at anything. If you don’t start off by making mistakes, you’ll never be brilliant. Ceylon tea goes well with blog writing.
Generally, I don’t get sick. Last weekend, I got sick. Runny tummy, weak, slept the whole day, bored.
While one is sick, they tend to get deep. There is nothing better to do than to think. And stare at the ceiling. And continue with that same lame boring dream you had before that, and then think some more. In addition to this, I went and read someone’s speech at Smuts Hall, UCT my former residence for the Alumni dinner. I thought I was going to collapse on stage. I didn’t. I like writing in short sentences. I’m being melodramatic. I need a doctor. Like Eminem.
So 2010 is over, and with every year, there are new songs, new artists, new genres in music, and new everything. So below, you’ll find my top 6 songs of 2010. Also, let me know of your top [insert arbitrary number here] songs of 2010.
Something I mentioned in one of my previous posts were my career aspirations as a kid. I obviously went through the obvious boy fantasies of being a policeman, a fireman, a warrior, and all of that, but from the time I was about 9, I wanted to be Bill Gates. Bill Gates was my hero, this man who came and completely revolutionised the world, and the world knows him as absolutely brilliant.
So 2010 has been a long difficult awesome amazing wonderful challenging boring exciting year, and there are so many people who have contributed to this in my life. There are so many people to mention, and I didn’t want to miss out on anybody, so I thought I’ll just mention them by twitter username, and you can follow them and be play play friends with them. If you’re not on Twitter, unfortunately I would love to mention you, but the filter cut you out 😦
From Nursery School to Sub A (or Grade 1 as it’s known now), I went to school in a small private school in the Eastern Cape of South Africa. While each of us played on the playgrounds, the boys always used to compete about something. Whatever it was, the boys were trying to show off why they were better than the other kids in the playground.
In my opinion, there are 4 levels of friendships: intimate friends, friends, acquaintances and randoms. It’s OK if each party knows where the other party stands, but it gets a bit complicated when you’re both on an acquaintance level, but both of you think that the other person thinks that you’re intimate friends. There’s that awkwardness of wondering whether you should talk to a person, wondering how much you should share, wondering if you should pretend you need something in the Outdoor Goods aisle in the supermarket even though you live in a flat facing a brick wall on the 30th floor in the middle of Joburg CBD.
So rumour has it every kid has a superhero they want to be like one day. Every kid wants to fly like Superman, ride the Batmobile like Batman and have those Spidey Senses like Spiderman. But my superhero was different.
Confession, growing up, I always wanted to be a musician. Whatever form that took, it’s just what I wanted to be. Bigger confession: at first I wanted to be in a boyband. I mean, when girls watched them on TV, they went crazy, and started screaming their names out loud saying: JUSTIN! JC! LANCE! JOEY! CHRIS! WE LOVE YOU! (I didn’t just recite the names of all members of ‘n sync from memory. No I didn’t. I said I DIDN’T!). After that, wanted to be an R’nB superstar. After that I wanted to be the illest MC from the east coast (I’m not really sure what east coast and west coast is, but apparently they are important in hip hop for reasons only known to Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, whatever happened to them).