The tides change once again, as life passes you by. A smoky room fills up your lungs as the drunks stare you down. Not knowing what’s going on around them,  they take another sip of what makes their perception  seem real yet the damage is done, there is no turning back as reality will strike comes morning.  A text message is read, I need to break free. Do it I say ,with no reply does it sink in, and will it reflect in a action instead. As the clock moves forward in time, a conversation is struck yet I remember no name, but what star sign is she will be the topic of discussion, as it boxes her in of what type of person she is.  Wearing expensive clothes as they walk past, they look worried while holding that burning cigarette between their fingers while the music fills the empty spaces around them. In my eyes I stare and watch as silence slows everything down. Insecurities and sadness strikes on faces around me, as their eyes wonder around looking for acceptance of what they think is the person that everyone once them to be. They stand there like a mirror reflection of the person standing next to them, as the confusion sets in, making them fall deeper in this bottomless pit that they have dug. Like a cameleon they turn around and mimic their surroundings not wanting to stand out but blend into this god forsaken color that is only black and white. Burning rubber as songs play out of the radio that whispers something that only can be heard if one searches. Its added color to this dark cold night, which I thank the driver.  As the beat still pulses through my veins, the rattle of my keys opens my front door. My mind drifts off and wonders of what you are doing on the opposite side of the moon that is yet to be seen by your eyes that seek nothing less of what beauty your life shall be. I close my eyes and drift off hoping that I wake up to nothing more than the sound of what you may call a summer breeze.

What am I looking for in my dream girl, She might even be reading this and maybe I made her smile. I find it so strange that when you grow up you go through stages in your life of what you looking for. The older you get  the  picture that you painted at a young age has developed from a science fiction woman  to something real.  I keep my private life very private, and have always felt that its nobody’s business but mine.  Everyone at the end of the day wants to be accepted and not be left alone.  But what is it that you are actually searching for?

I have friends from all ages and I laugh when I hear some of my younger buddies stories about why they are confused and what they are wanting, and they carry on about it. They come up with the funniest conclusions of why it won’t work out with the person that they are seeing. In between the lines they just want to sleep with their girl’s best friend or the girl next door. It’s a numbers game at that stage of their lives. Nothing is wrong with that, they are just seeing what they want. So are the girls that they are seeing, they are just as confused. Then I will see older men at clubs picking up girls 15 years younger than them, which is also such a strange concept to grasp, what do they actually have in common apart from sleeping with each other. But then turning the cards when an older woman is dating a man 10years younger than she, society tends to judge.  It feels like the whole world is confused, young and old. Yet when we watch movies and read romantic novels, it seems like we know what we want and how things should be, but that isn’t the case.

Last night I was out and I was surrounded by many attractive ladies but I wasn’t interested at all, and one stage I was alone  and had  8 ladies sitting at my table. If it was 3 years ago, I’d be like a bob cat on heat. How you doing!!! Been there done that and got the shirt. I have reached casual, I know what I want and I know what makes me happy. A scratch and tickle, shag, tap, dip, f#@k so on and so forth, whatever you want to call it, every living thing in this world does it. I have had a fair share of it and I’m not complaining, some were good and some were bad experiences but the main thing is I learnt how my body works and how a woman’s body works. Sex is sex at the end of the day, simple as, nothing will change with it, just the person you doing it with will while you searching for your better half.  Then its another story once you find that better half! 

I could describe my perfect dream girl, but describing her you might get the wrong picture at what she is all about.  She is a living breathing person, with an amazing smile, kind eyes and a good heart. Yet that could be anyone, but she is the girl next door, the day dreamer  the one that didn’t get away. She is there in your thoughts and dreams. Yet they’ll be moments when you stare at the stars at night, and she could be doing the very same thing only on a different continent. She’ll be there to catch you when you fall, through the good and the bad. The person who you grow old with and makes you live each day to the fullest. She is your best friend and your better half, she is your smile and your home. As you can see she is no more a science fiction women, she is a real soul. Her looks aren’t important in this painting, yet she’ll always be the prettiest woman in my eyes. This isn’t a sloppy love piece, this is about me starting a new chapter. It took 8 ladies at my table last night to make me realize that my painting in my head of the perfect woman is complete, I know what I’m looking for and she does too. Done are the days of confusion, I’ve grown up in that department, now I sit back and wait until we under the same nights sky and now that’s worth waiting for!

It’s not every day when you meet a group of people and realize that passion and dreams still are what drives people. I guess you can call it the X-factor of life. It’s a great to be around people like that, makes you humble and you can see their eyes light up when they speak about what they are doing. My last piece, I wrote about how much I don’t enjoying launch functions for new brands or products. I did say some are fun, and it was never about the brand, was just the same boring people with boring conversation, that was the main reason why I don’t like some functions. However, this was a different type of launch, the people that were there had something to do with this new brand, and with pride glowing on the faces of everyone; you just knew that this will be a great success.

I went to the launch of Makia jewelry. You properly thinking what do I know about jewelry. Well I grew up with 3 older sisters, so that can give me some knowledge don’t you think? Jewelry is meant to tell a story, be unique, and stand out. It’s easy to make something sparkle and add gems and stones, but when it’s done right and with a story behind it that’s what makes a piece stand out from the rest. I got to meet a few of the designers, and what astounds me is the fact that we don’t really take notice that jewelry designers are some of the most talented artists around. People just lose sight due to the shinny sparkles they credited.

If you want to make a lady smile, buy her a pretty piece of jewelry that will always bring back that smile when she glances at it, and of course an endless memory. What I’m trying to say is that behind passion and dreams is a success story. I wish Makia Jewelry the best of luck for the future and keep creating memories and beautiful pieces of art. Have a look at their website www.makia.co.za its pretty awesome, you can also find them of facebook!

P.S they also have jewelry for men…

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Makia-Lifestyle/139493282765808

Hi how have you been? what’s news? Havent seen you for ages! You look great! We must meet up soon for a catch up! Would you please pose for a picture! These are a few of the questions that will be said or given during a media function. I don’t enjoy attending functions to be honest, it really depends on the function. Charity functions tend to have a purpose and are meaningful, other functions I have been to have been good fun in the past, and I have gotten to do some really fun things, plus they are just a handful of people that get invited to the fun ones. I find brand launch functions bring out the worst in me, it’s always the same crowd and it feels very staged. People tend to give the look up and down and a cold shoulder unless they can gain some information that will help them in the future. I guess you can call it networking, but if it’s always the same people, you’ll always get the same answers.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that the people who attend these functions are bad people. I’m just saying that they don’t keep it real. The fake laugh kills me, if something isn’t funny, why laugh… The event I went to last night was a launch of a new clothing brand. As cool as this new brand is with insane clothes (and it was a succesful launch, well done to them). It was the lack of realness of the people there. Which made me laugh due to the fact that the blackberry service was still down and people had to talk to one another face to face, but they just stuck in their groups and didn’t venture out. It felt like school days all over again and the cool kids sat at the back of the bus.  People nowadays are bored and it seems like everyone is waiting for the next big thing to happen so that they can have something to talk about or do. The wheel of the bus goes round and round as the motion never changes nor do the people who attend these functions. Same stories same questions, the only thing that changes is the name of brand launch. My conclusion to this, is that I’m just bored. Functions are functions, but if I’m not going to learn anything or meet new people what’s the point. 

So I was thinking the other day of all the stupid things I have said and done in the past. I started laughing at myself because just thinking of those moments, just makes me wonder does history repeat itself... You try think back to your earliest childhood memories, and every dumb thing you did you learnt your lesson from it and you made sure you would never do it again; sometimes you have the scar to remind you about it. I think people fear embarrassment the most, due to it being an insecurity, which it is, but the insecurity gets lost when you learn to laugh at yourself. So I have thought up a few of the dumbest things I have said or done (of course there are hundreds of things) Please note that no people or animals were harmed, just me and my ego.

I’ll start off with the first picture I have posted. Stubbing your toe is painful, everyone knows that, and the thing that sucks about stubbing your toe, it’s always bound to happen throughout the course of your life, you just hope that it’s never as bad as the last. But when you manage to stub both your toes in a space of a hour while you walking in a zoo makes you think. How on earth did I manage to achieve something like that, you would think I learnt from the first encounter with the cement pavement. Lesson learnt when walking for 5 hours in a Zoo on an uneven hard surface, make sure you wear closed shoes and not slops, or don’t get lazy and don’t drag your feet.

                                                                                                                         

My scooter and I… So it was my 2nd year in cape town and I decided to buy myself a scooter, reason being it was  summer time and I can save on petrol and I will never have to worry about traffic or parking, and too be honest I always wanted one. So it was day one on my brand new bright yellow scooter (I got a bright yellow scooter because I wanted cars to see me and not kill me) I have never driven a scooter in my life, but I thought it be easy, and it was. 1 hour past and I was getting use to buzzing around the city. I decided to take a drive through Clifton. The road was a little slippery due to it raining earlier. I was not really paying attention to the car that was driving in front of me as it slammed on its breaks. I got such a fright I pulled on the front break and it locked. It was all in slow motion and I even had time to say to myself this is going to hurt. Brand new scooter wasn’t looking brand new and my butt cheek looked like I had S and M done to it and I forgot the safe word. Bottom line is that after that day I learnt that the front break is not my friend!

Scooter accident number 2. This one is short and sweet, A white hearse (funerary vehicle/cemetery car/mortuary car, they drove one in the movie and animation cartoon called the adams family, just a creepy car in other words) drove into me and pretty much wrote off my scooter and cute me up with a few bruises and scrapes… Had a few stitches in the chin (I think it was 8). It was also a hit and run and it was  at 12:30 at night. What is cool about this story is that, if anyone ever asks me if I have ever been hit by a hearse I can answer the question with a yes and say that there was also a coffin in the car. (by the way it wasn’t my fault, I was in the right, the hearse drove into me)

The dumbest thing I have ever said to a girl. This story I still question myself, and laugh about it. If I could change the wording or the way I phrased the sentence I might of gone all the way with this girl. I was 17 at the time and I was still a virgin (I ended up losing my virginity a month before I turned 18, it was in Australia, that’s all I’m going to say)  So I charmed my way to get this girl to come home with me and she did. I would like to mention this is also when I used to drink, so I didn’t think before I said stuff sometimes as you will find out. So this girl and I started undressing each other and getting into the heat of the moment. I was saying to myself, this is going to happen, this is so cool. We were kissing and my shirt was off and I was trying to take her bra off but it was one of those confusing ones that the clip was in the front (I don’t like those bra’s very much) Anyway so in my semi drunk state I managed to get it off. I was so proud of myself. I managed to win the battle of the bra. I had my first glimpse at what my victory had for me, with a cheeky grin on my face and not thinking right I said the worst possible thing, that any boy could say to a girl. WOW your nipples are big!!!  As you can imagine that remark wasn’t charming nor was it complimentary. To be honest I really wanted to say “wow you have amazing breasts” I was left a virgin that night and I asked myself did I really just say that… I never saw her again! 

I could honestly write pages and pages of some of the dumbest things I have said and done. From going on my first date and thinking its charming buying a bottle of wine and your date has to drive you home because 2 glasses of red wine make you realize that you can’t walk properly (no I didn’t get lucky). To waking up with no eyebrows at my first SA surfing champs (older guys shaved them off when I was asleep, I was only 11 at the time). Missing 19 flights to date (I have no Idea how I managed to miss so many) I have so many stories from over the years due to the life that I live. But the main thing is that I have learnt to laugh at myself and just enjoy every moment I have. I can’t change the past nor would I want too because I learnt so much about who I am. Biggest lesson I might have learnt along the way, is that I will never mention to a woman that that have big nipples… It’s not a compliment! True story…