u don't seriously expect me to listen to that? do u?

I have been familiarising myself with political speak, and have come across an interesting one the other day. Apparently the word "brainstorming" has now been replaced by "thought-shower" in political jargon. Don't these politicians have too much time on their hands though? So, as I was chilling in the bundus listening to this horrible radio program called "the time tunnel", I had a little thought-shower of my own with the voices in my head. You see, I wasn't going to say anything but after listening to that song about an "umbrella" last year, I honestly thought it couldn't get any worse. But alas, a song called "Lollipop" is now on high rotation and I can't stand it anymore... It's such a pitty that all the good songs neva make it onto mainsteam South African radio. I have gotten together with my trusty old pal, Miss Smarty-pants, and we gonna start a band. You heard right, our name is going to be "the Black nails" and our first single is going to be called "nail varnish, may tarnish"...the rest of the details are still a bit sketchy at the moment but what the hell, when has that ever stopped us. Our ulbum is going to be called "cheer up emo kid"...as soon as we find someone to produce it, we will be rolling in South African rands and then it wont matter to me that a 2kg pack of rice is now costing me R26 rand at the local grocery shop. It is gonna be a grave loss to journalism but hey I can promise you this much, our songs will actually have lyrics in them that don't go "eh eh eh". In the meantime I am going into a "time tunnel" of my own and re-listening to my old hip-hop collection starting with (me and Miss Smarty-pants') favourite song of all time...Glitches by The roots featuring Amel Larrioux ...yeah after all these years, I still cant spell her surname.

I don't belong here

Another place I can't afford..DAMN. This is Grootbos Private Nature Reserve, and the view from the balcony is spectacular (as u can see). Pity about the sun though because you can see the beach and the sea from where I was standing.

Farm 215

One day in the not too distant future, il be able to afford to spend all my time at this farm. I took pictures of their stand on Saturday, it look so "zen". They don't use any of Eskom's electricity, they use solar energy and get their water from a dam and what not, talk about self sustainable.

like sucking blood out of a stone I tell you

There has been an interest in the bundus of late. That is really not good news for me because i was enjoying the novelty of being the only black person (politically correct speak would be person of colour) who lives in the middle of nowhere out of her own free will. But alas, other cool people want to dethrown me of my status. So my days of being the coolest person (of colour) in the bundus are numbers.

So with the family and friends already signing their leave forms, it's too late for me to say no...Ok maybe i am a little chuffed that they are coming all this way to see me. So now I need to get a bigger place,. I mean how difficult can in be to find a vacant flat to rent with my name all over it right? Well let me tell you, its like sucking blood out of a stone.

Unlike in good old civilised Gauteng or even Cape Town, the property developers haven't really thought of spreading those hideous "tuscan" townhouses further than the borders of city life. it seems the bundus are deemed undeserving of such trivial things. There are no rentals whatsoever, the estate agent had to stop herself from laughing when i explained that i needed a place as in yesterday...yes the waiting list is that long.

But there's light at the end of the tunnel in the form of Bed and Breakfast. They are all over the place and the rates are a steal so i guess we now have the accomodation thing sorted. Now i have to figure out a way to explain to my niece (PHD) that there is no KFC in the bundus or any other fast food joint for that matter. You see the only thing my niece loves more than me is KFC, so this is going to hit her real hard...so maybe I should wait a while. My friends, I am not too worried about, there are plenty of kitch joints we can head out to (read Kareoki bar) and if they don't like them 9which i am betting on) then this will be the perfect excuse for me to go to Long Street Cafe, cant hardly wait.

Like i said i am seriously morphing into a farm girl.

The all girl road trip

The effects of watching too many American teen movies in our young resulted in me and two friends deciding to head to Cape Town in a bus (this was way before my move to the bundus). It really seemed like a good idea at the time. What a lot of silly girls we were. There we were planning how much fun it was going to be spending a whole weekend in Cape Town without our parents or annoying siblings in sight. We'd spend whole days on the beach and our nights in Long Street punishing our livers, pure heaven we thought. Unfortunately for us, we couldn't afford a travel agent so by the time we settled on a date that suited all of us, flights were completely booked for that weekend as some bright spark had already decided to make it "cycle tour weekend". So we booked our tickets and prepared ourselves for our little road trip to the fairest Cape. But the way, the bus left Pretoria at 5pm and arrived in Cape Town at 12 noon, the next day...that's a long time to be sitting, but since we don't own private jet, we really didnt have much of a choice. And like a B-grade teen movie, we had all those people who are usually stereotyped on the bus with us. We had these loud rugby-type students who couldn't stop talking or laughing out loud, the guy with the smelliest pointy shoes sat in front of me and decided to take them off, the guy who spoke too loud on his cellphone (that had an annoyingly loud ringtone to boot), the bus-driver who was so friendly that we had to take a pic with him and my personal favourite...Mrs Fourie. You see Mrs Fourie only realised as we were driving into Bellville in Cape Town that she had missed her stop. She was supposed to have gotten off at Bloemfontein along with the rowdy students at midnight but she suprisingly slept through the whole thing and now, 11 hours later she was going red in the face while throwing a tantum in the tiny bus passage-way asking to be let off the bus...to go where? No one knows. Surely hitchhiking was not an option for a middle aged woman? When we got off the bus, I had no feeling in my bum watsoever from all those hours spent sitting but that was a distant memory by the time we hit our pad in Green Point. We hit all the spots on our to-do list and before we knew it, it was time to go back on the bus and head home...eish not the bus again. Being a broke student sucks!

SL magazine is back

The last thing I expected to see on the shelf at my local Spar was a copy of SL magazine. The last I heard the mag was closed down and not to be seen again blah blah blah. My first thoughts on seeing that copy was that it must be a really old copy, I mean this is the Middle of Nowhere afterall, so it might have taken that long to get the copy down here. But alas, it was the latest June 2008 copy. So I bought myself a copy, excitedly giggling as I headed to the counter with my copy and the Sunday newspaper. In case you are wondering, the magazine went independent and they had spent the last three months or so, trying to get the issue out. And finally its out and available in the bundus. So my transformation into a farm girl might not happen afterall. All hail the independent student mag!!!!