Sundays , our punishment for living

If there is a day that could cause you to go stack raving mad, it's sunday!!! Sunday means you either have to go back to work or if you are the unlucky scholar, you have to do the work you put off on friday and saturday so you could go out partying or so you could sit and watch the marvel of boredom that is dstv!!.

Sunday is the day you read the newspaper, bake or attempt to bake something that resembles a cake( and tastes like ash), lounge around flipping channels, hanging with a few friends who are as bored as you are, watching soccer, washing cars and if you are like most rhodes students, recovering from a hang over while trying to do the work you have due the next day. The worst sundays are the rainy ones, not only are you bored out of your skull, it has to rain so you are confined to your house, not like you were going to go anywhere, but you like knowing you have the liberty to go and walk around aimlessly at the mall.

Only thing you can look forward to on sunday is going to church to drink free wine. O.k fine , they only let you have a sip, but ive always wanted to grab the whole cup and make a run for it. I'm sure those priests love alcohol so much they would spear tackle me before I make the door. Would be hard to explain that one to GOD on judgement day, mmmmmmh, 'Lord i was really thirsty and you provided a whole cup, they just didn't want to let me have it!!!'

Facebook is the bane of my existence, I'm chatting to people on it and trying to type out this blog, while replying to numerous wall posts..Question? what did people do with their spare time before facebook?? People have been fired from work for facebooking during hours, SASOL have blocked facebook on their company pc's, so have many other companies. Even certain government institutions have, what the hell would a minister be doing on facebook anyhow?? But once again, given the ANC's tendency to throw lavish parties...LOL could just see Jacob Zuma tagging Manto after a huge boot, and the comment would be, 'awe doc beetroot i see you getting down ntwana!!!' HAHAHAHAHAHA, must have been a laugh when Thabo got sacked from ANC presidency, Jacob must have had numerous wall posts, all the butt kissers and his adoring fans.

Just so you all know, I think his the biggest idiot this side of the equator, George Bush is holding down the other side! Talking about Bush , did you all see his mutant like reactions when the Iraqi journalist threw shoes at him. It's obvious he played quite a bit of dodge ball as a kid. The journalist though obviously didn't think out his escape plan, or he didn't read up on what would happen to him. In Islam culture , throwing a shoe at someone is the worst possible insult you could cast upon them, and their law states that all visiting heads of state are to be awarded a status similar to their president , his throwing of the shoe was equivalent to that of a goat biting the alpha males tail in a pride of hungry lions....His going to jail for 15 years...for throwing a shoe!!

He should have tried that with Mugabe, they would have been no trial, he wouldn't have seen day light again. They would beat and torture him for information that he doesn't have obviously, cut his testicles off, and burn his ass before half drowning him in a sack over a bridge. He wouldn't be killed because the international community would be watching. But seeing as an attempt at Mugabe's life is punished by death by hanging, it wouldn't make much of a difference. How do i know about all these torture techniques, well my weed guy in zim was a C.I.D, kinda like the F.B.I of zim. He lived down the street, very nice guy, but very lethal, i was convinced he could kill with his pinky finger!! But like every zim person, he was making money on the side doing illegal stuff because he knew how to beat the system, and when he got drunk he told a few of us of the nasty things he had done to certain people.


O.k, i knew some wacky people, but it made my life that much more colourful. I don't look to know such people, i just somehow become friends with them. For example, my aunt owned a nightclub in zim, she hired a bouncer, Vacks, we became good friends because he was a wacky guy who loved cars, good music and had a thing for short girls. He later told us he was a presidential body guard, we all thought he was joking and that he was just a gym monkey, till he tore a guyz stomach open with his bare hand, and kicked the other guys teeth out in one swift jet li move. You don't see people move like that except for in the movies.

Anyhow, I'm starving , it's like 23.15 and i haven't had anything to eat since noon, time to go raid the fridge, omelette du fromage anyone???