Hey! Ho! Let’s go! (Who’re you calling Ho?)

Legend has it that if you say “Gym” into the mirror three times by the light of a candle that a gym instructor will come out and force you to do squats while telling you that every time you do it incorrectly your gym fees go up.

Gym can be one of the most terrifyingly daunting things for a fat person wanting to get fit. But I have been brave. I joined my local gym (Velocity Sports Lab) about 2 months ago. The last gym I joined was Body Dynamics and they worked for me while I working in the same area because I could go before work. And then I didn’t work there anymore and my commitment became more conditional on if I could justify the money I had to spend on petrol.

“But Erin, just workout at home! You don’t need a fancy gym!” I hear some well meaning person calling out on the edge of hearing. Thank you for that sage advice that I have read on so many websites, but I DO need a gym. Not necessarily a fancy one (clearly you’ve never been to Body Dynamics*). Not because I don’t have the capacity to work out at home, not because I don’t have a million workout videos and routines printed out in a special folder with super cool stuff like:

 

For some awesome workout plans like this Buffy the Vampire Slayer one and for a buttload of your favourite kick ass characters visit:

http://darebee.com/

(You can also find some of these workout plan images by searching Neila Rey which became darebee)

(Seriously, you can get workouts for Dr Who, Supernatural, Hunger Games, The 300, Prince of Persia, Arrow, Portal, Batman, Harley Quinn and looooads more)

(They’re so cool)

 

 

Back to the actual point though. I DO need a gym, even if only for the motivational factor. When I’m there I have to hold myself accountable. The trainers have seen me come in. I need to work out for an hour so they don’t think I’m a joke. This is what I use to motivate myself because I will NOT work out at home. It’s about the mindset and when I’m at home it does not happen. Which brings me to where I am today.

There are few things I find more frustrating than starting going to gym. If you know what I mean you know what I mean. Gym is a terrifying place for people who aren’t fit or who are even a bit overweight, let alone a lot overweight like me. We go through a whole buffet of self-loathing and judgement before we even put on our damn tekkies. What I’m having a problem with at the moment is going back. Again. I hate hiatuses from gym when I feel like I’ve just got going. I think I had been going to the gym (not every day) for 3 weeks when I had a hectic work week and didn’t have the energy and couldn’t make the time to go. The week straight after that I was away on a family holiday. Immediately after getting back I got a kink in my neck and had to go to physio and couldn’t go. The week after that I got a kink in the other side. Thankfully that one sorted itself out. FINALLY! I got back to the gym.

I started off with a Saturday morning BalletRip class. BalletRip is a new development, using the basic elements of ballet for fitness. For more on this incredible class take a looksy at

http://balletrip.com/ or check out their facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/balletrip/

The movements are simple but force you to engage things that you might not even know you had. And of course as my first trip back to the gym after almost a month it was hell. I felt like a million bucks afterwards. I had trouble sitting down on the loo because my quads were so tired. On Tuesday I pulled a muscle in the shower and I vehemently believe that it was because my other muscles were compensating for the tired ones.

I kept going to gym, opting just to walk on the treadmill because at least that was something I could do without further hurting that stupid muscle but still keep active. I went to BalletRip the following week as well, and DURING that session felt the same muscle in the other leg starting to ping. But I made it through just fine. I was sensible and didn’t do any of the movements that seemed to aggravate it. That weekend we had unseasonably cold weather. It was freezing and I had to play a gig for Mother’s Day in a pretty cold place.

The wall next to my desk – filled with recipes for healthy snacks to satisfy my bloodlust (none of which I’ve actually made), the gym operating hours and the class roster.

And then tragedy struck. On Monday I got a sore throat. I went straight to the doctor because I am very prone to colds and flu. Probably a combination of not enough vegetables and not enough exercise, ironically both of which are things I am trying to remedy. The Doc gave me a short course of antibiotics, a saline rinse and an effervescent and sent me on my way with a sick note for a couple of days. By the next morning I had a super blocked nose and by the next day I was coughing like someone who coughs a lot. I was off sick for a full week. I went to work the following Wednesday but was still sick and coughing. I had to postpone one gig and was super grateful when another was cancelled.

Everyone has their own methods of motivation. I, apparently, have focused on Unicorns and Super Heroes…

It is now just over two weeks later and I STILL have a sniffly nose. But now I have to go back to gym. Again. This is always the hardest part for me. I will go. I want to and I have to. But dear god the mental pushing I have to do to get myself back in that door for the first time (again) with my head held high is monumental. I have to remind myself that I owe no one anything. No one there needs an explanation from me. It’s no ones business why I haven’t been in the gym for the last two and a half weeks. All that ACTUALLY matters is that I go.

So here’s to all of us who hate going for the first time but do it anyway.

Fitness is hard. But it’s worth it. Right?

*Body Dynamics may not be fancy looking but it had everything you could possibly desire and it worked. A gym doesn’t need to look pretty to get the job done. I really enjoyed going there and would recommend it to anyone.

A Quick 9 Month Summary

It’s been a busy year. It’s been a busy year for everyone. And it would seem that it’s been a globally shitty year between natural disasters, #feesmustfall violence and Donald Trump. But for me it’s been a year, not necessarily good and not necessarily bad…yet. Overall I’d say things have gone rather well. I’ve been doing new things and going new places and I’ve decided to compile a list of the highlights so far:

  1. Went to the Grahamstown National Arts Festival for the first time

This was a big one for me. For my whole undergrad I (slightly enviously) watched all my peers head off to G-town, some of them performing and others just going – although I never understood how they could afford it. This year I not only took my own production but I went as the stage manager for another. I got to spend almost 2 weeks in this wonderful town. My friends and I became regular faces at the Rat and Parrot (as one is wont to do). I think I could have quite happily stayed for another week.

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Grahamstown is so pretty first thing in the morning

  1. Went to Cape Town for the first time

The Cape Town Crew

As the stage manager for Termite! Tall tales for Big People I was sent off to the Cape Town Fringe Festival

Termite! At the Belville South Library - Satellite performance for the Schools Festival

Termite! At the Belville South Library – Satellite performance for the Schools Festival

with the wonderfully talented T.Q. Zondi and Mpilo Nzimande and their other stage manager Brandon Bosch for just shy of two weeks. Cape Town was a magical place where stuff was kind of just everywhere. Although our schedule was rather hectic we still managed to get out a little bit and see a few places. BTW Cape Town, your city hall is spectacular.

While in Cape Town we stayed at the most wonderful Airbnb called Gypsy Cottage. Check it out here:
https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/14773295
It is everything it looks like in the pictures and more. Comfortable, cute and an absolute delight. Our hosts left a guide of places in and around the area for things like restaurants, laundromats, shops and markets. And (as is a necessity these days) wifi. The neighbours were friendly and although we didn’t really interact much with anyone we felt the sense of community around us which was very different from Pmb.

  1. Started seeing a dietitian to get my shit together

A far more personal and terrifying adventure this one. The first thing I did this year was start seeing a wonderful Dietitian. And after checking with her I will post her details in a post. 10 months in and I’ve been seeing her once a month, I feel like she knows more about me than some people I’ve known for 10 years. But that’s what she does, she delves in and tries to help you figure out what your relationship with food is.

This image is taken from google and I do not own it

The book my guru has lent to me

We always think (or have been taught to think) that diets are the way forward and that Monday will be the first day of the rest of our lives. Meanwhile it’s the small changes that we need to enforce every day at every meal.

One of the biggest challenges has been throwing the idea of “cheating” away. It’s not cheating, it’s making a choice and that choice is fine as long as you balance it out. My Dietician is wonderful and always encourages me to be smart and aware. It hasn’t been a steady weight loss journey but I have lost weight. On my last visit I had gained back  about 1 and a half kgs and she was very quick to remind me that I’d already lost 15 kgs. So this was okay and it was not a setback.

I hate diets. I have been on diets for as long as I can remember, probably from the age of about 9 or 10 and they have never worked. Because diets don’t work. Lifestyle changes and conscious eating bring change. Diets bring misery and disappointment. You can disagree if you like but so far I’ve had more results from working with my dietician than I’ve ever had on a diet. I’m going to stick with what works for me.

  1. Took up kickboxing

Kickboxing is something I’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to be a badass. So my bff and I started going about 2 months ago. It is possible that they’re trying to kill us. It’s hard, seriously hard, but I haven’t yet left a session feeling like I didn’t work. It’s also possible that the taking up of the kickboxing led to the weight gain I had at my last weigh-in – eating more as a result of these sessions (So now I have consulted with my guru on a way to curb the crazy post workout hunger) and also building muscle. We started going to Shuriken Dojo and although it can feel a bit intimidating at first because it is almost completely men, the more dedication you show the more likely you are to feel at ease. Before I went to Cape Town for 2 weeks we were going to 4 sessions a week, Monday to Thursday at 6:30 pm. I recommend it because there is nothing like being able to kick and punch someone with good technique.
Want more info? Check out their facebook page here:

  1. Auditioned – and got the part!

At end of last year I auditioned for The Sound of Music at The Playhouse Theatre in Durban and despite my terror I got a callback and later got the part! I auditioned for Sister Bertha, the grumpy nun (you know, the one who’s all like: Maria sucks as a nun, kick her out) because she’s the only Alto part. Any Alto’s in the house? I know y’all understand. So next week I’ll be moving to Durban (to a granny flat I have just been told is called Flash Villa and I’m loving it) for 2 months while the production gets underway. I’m super excited and terrified, it’s my first production outside the Hexagon and while I know that’s normal for most people and it’s a good thing, I am a creature of habit and comfort. So it’s all very new and terrifying but I’m excited and ready! The only shitty part is that now I can’t go to Kickboxing 4 times a week. So I’ll have to settle for once a week. (It’s a scheduling thing because we rehearse and perform in the evenings) (I promise I’m not just being lazy)

  1. Diagnosed with and receiving treatment for Polycystic Ovarian Sydrome (PCOS)

Anybody know about Pcos? This bad boy seems to be cropping up everywhere. This sneaky little fucker is a Catch 22, you are more likely to gain weight if you have it and you are more likely to have it if you’re “overweight”. It is (basically) your hormones go mental and you produce more male hormones, you may have cysts on your ovaries (I don’t) and it causes craziness with your periods and fertility. Left untreated it can lead to diabetes and/or heart disease. So, after a short discussion with someone I went and got tested with Dr Lee the GP who is wonderful and located in Hilton for anyone who might want to go to her. She is a GP who has a special interest in Women’s Wellness and eye health. I’ve never had a vaginal exam before and was somewhat anxious but she made me feel completely at ease with her professionalism and I will definitely be going back to her. As it was, the ultrasound showed no cysts but the blood work confirmed the diagnosis. Since then I have been getting treatment for it and I have also read that it may lead to weight loss. My most significant weight loss came after being on the treatment for about a month. So get yourself checked!

Just to wrap up I’ve decided to share this:

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This delightful little treat is called:

Brownie Batter Overnight Protein Oatmeal and I swear to god it’s going to change my life. I made it for the first time 2 nights ago and it is so delicious and I can’t believe it’s actually good for you.

You can find the recipe here:

https://dashingdish.com/recipe/brownie-batter-overnight-protein-oatmeal/

I swear to god, as someone who is always trying to (in a way) cheat the healthy eating system this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever discovered. So chocolatey. SOooooooOOoOo chocolatey.

Next stop: Durban Playhouse for rehearsals!

It’s been too long, I’ve been neglectful

It’s been a busy year, I had a full time job! On top of being a student! But my employment is almost at an end (even though my thesis isn’t) so I’ll be more attentive soon.

In the mean time, I do things on other sites that don’t require careful thought and spell check. Follow me on Twitter: @ErinFourieTPot or even on Pinterest: teapotmonster

(sticking with that general teapot monster theme you know?)

Just…I don’t know…watch this episode of I Love Lucy and enjoy what’s left of Easter Monday and chill ❤

 

Apparently this video no longer exists. Sorry about that 😦

New Year, New Gear

I don’t know why I called this post that.

It rhymed. So sue me.

Please don’t.

 

It is that time of year again!!! The New one! Who doesn’t like reflecting on all the shit they did and all the other stuff they didn’t get to!? I know I do! I love feeling inadequate at the start of a new venture, it helps me remember that the mediocrity of my actions leads to the mediocrity of my life! Now, before anyone starts losing their heads and thinking “Don’t be like that! The world is your oyster! All you have to do is believe!” and stuff like that, I want to say: I know.

That is why I say this. That. The thing I said. The New Radicals had it right when they said “You only get what you give”.

You get out what you put in. Life is like a savings account, just with a higher risk of death.

So essentially, this should really be what New Years Resolutions are about (in my opinion), charting your goals that will lead to you getting the maximum interest rate out of life. What are you investing in this year? Remember, just because you don’t get it straight away doesn’t mean it’s not worth working towards.canvas11c-w800h800z1-46224-forget-skinny-im-training-to-be-a-badass

 

Here are my chart toppers this year:

 

1: Work hard – whatever you’re doing, DO it

2: Train like a boss – I don’t like the word exercise.  It’s too long. I prefer the word train.

Bad ass3: Take no Shit – Maybe not a priority for everyone but I tend to let things slide (Unless pushed to breaking point) and I’m especially bad with confrontation. I’m a big fan of ignoring problems and hoping they’ll go away. So maybe pro-activity should fall under here too…

4: Be On Time – I’ve become notorious. It has to stop.

5: Dance More – Even if I have to get drunk to do it. I don’t know why I ever stop really…maybe_im_not_so_good_at_dancing_16_photos9

Take the risks, do the things.

So, New year, new beginnings, new chances, new motivation aaaaaaaand…. GO!

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The Time and Place – A Pondering

This is a super-short post to ease back into writing since it’s been….a very long time… We all have our faults. But this happened last week and it made me feel like writing this post so here we go!

There are two girls that I’ve been babysitting for about a year and they’re really cool kids but it’s been several months since I last sat for them. The younger of the two likes to chat with me and tell me what’s happening at school and in her life while the older one generally does her own thing while listening and sometimes joins in. So last night the girls and I were watching TV when the youngun asked me if I have brothers and sisters. And I said “Yes, I have three brothers and a sister”.

My brain did a double take.

While the conversation barreled on without me, my heart was palpitating just a little bit. I answered questions on autopilot while my head was in tailspin.

I have three brothers.

I had three brothers.

I still have three brothers, but one of them passed away in November.

I said nothing to the girls and just let it go. It wasn’t important for them to know and correcting myself would’ve probably put them in an awkward position. Well, maybe not, but even so it wasn’t necessary for me to say anything. It wasn’t the time or place.

My brother Tristan was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer last year in July. He passed away in November after fighting for four months. We didn’t have the smoothest relationship but we loved each other. I will never be able to express how grateful I was, am and will always be to the people, some of who were complete strangers, who donated money to get my sister and I tickets to England to see him.

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Erin, Kathryn, Kerry and Tristan

You gave both Kath and myself the opportunity to make sure that he knew how much we loved him.

The kids asking me about my family just sent my mind reeling. What do I say? It’s a tricky business, when is it appropriate to tell the whole story? And who to? I often feel anger towards some people who use their emotional back stories as some kind of macabre party-trick (and it does happen) because it’s unfair. It’s kind of like serving a plate of bacon to someone you know is vegetarian. Awkward and mean spirited. Since Tristan’s passing in November my family and I have been encountering all sorts of interesting situations. It’s an interesting conundrum that sends your logic out the window as your brain battles with your heart to try and figure out what is the most truthful answer to give that doesn’t mislead someone or cause them to inquire further (because most of the time it’s not something you want to go into right then and there). How much to people really want to know and is it the kind of situation where it is appropriate to tell them?

The short end to this story is that there was no need for me to tell the girls about Tristan’s passing, so I didn’t. I didn’t want them to feel bad and it didn’t feel fair to throw them into the middle of something that I was having trouble explaining to myself.

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Me, Trist, Kath in bed

Tristan is my brother and he’s always here with us. I think about him everyday. Some days I cry a little. Some days I cry a lot. But most days now I think about how he’d think this or that was cool -or awful- and I think about what he’d say about certain things and I imagine the face he’d make if I told him something and I laugh. I feel sad that he didn’t get to finish watching The Hobbit trilogy and that he won’t get to read the next Terry Pratchett book and I wonder if he’d get mad if I gave away the lava-lamp he left with me when he went to the UK (and no I’m not getting rid of the lava-lamp because it’s f**king cool). He’s still on my Facebook, his number is in my phone and I just saw his picture on G-Chat as my mouse scrolled over his name and his face popped up.

It’s hard to think that he’s gone when he’s everywhere at once and it makes me wonder if I will always automatically answer that I have three brothers.

The friends we love (and the friends we love to hate)

When I was a child I believed in that most ideal and magical of friendships:

The B.F.F.

For those unfamiliar with the concept, B.F.F.’s are Best Friends Forever, a popular idea of friendship introduced to us as impressionable children and reinforced by the books we read and the films and T.V. programmes that we watched.

Sweet Valley High

The ones I remember best were books like the Sweet Valley Kids/High/UniversityArchie Comics; programmes like As Told by GingerBuffy the Vampire SlayerPopularMy So-Called Life; and countless films featuring groups of friends and best friends taking on the world like The Goonies and Now and Then.In Primary school it was my greatest hope to find that elusive dream, a B.F.F. of my very own. And I did have one, for quite a while. For about two years I had my bestie and we had sleepovers and were happy. And then we got a bit older and we made more friends and slowly we grew apart. We were still friends but she found a new B.F.F. and I had found a new group. It’s weird, when I look back at it now how everything seems very…predatory. With my new group of friends there was an obvious favourite among them and although she already had her own bestie, I kind of set my sights on her to be mine.

See? This all reads incredibly creepily. The more I think about it, the more that Primary school was like a battlefield. We always see shows about the woes of being in High School, but most of my worst memories come from Primary School. I’ve always been fat and in Primary School I was picked on and called names and bullied quite a bit, however I didn’t realise it was bullying then because I thought bullying was when other kids beat you up. Even if I had known what it was I don’t think it would’ve made any difference.

Moving swiftly forward, in my first year of High School I made friends with the girl I sat next to in my register class and we decided, as one does, that we were best friends. We had nothing in common, and we didn’t even hang together at break. But we clung on to the title because it gave us something to steady ourselves. Our best-friendship was over before the year was out but we’re still facebook friends. Between grade 8 and Matric I think I went through 5 or 6 different social circles, and the one I found in Matric has been the one I still have the most friends from today. My current Bestie came from that group and as an “adult” I am far more aware that my B.F.F. dream of my childhood was nothing like the real thing. The real thing is better and my expectations are much more realistic these days.

Getting back to those stories from our childhoods, I specifically remember in Archie Comics and in the Sweet Valley series, the unbelievable evil that people seemed to be able to do to each other. I could never understand how Betty and Veronica remained friends despite the nasty things Veronica said and did and despite the fact that they were constantly after the same boy!

Veronica, Archie and Betty

I always liked Betty more than Veronica, but in my older age I have learnt to appreciate the grossness of the entire situation. Betty – low self-esteemed and pining after a boy who treated her like dirt more often than not, Veronica bouncing between Reggie and Archie, so shallow and vicious. Reggie pulling horrible pranks on people, even Jughead was given horrible storylines of betrayal – all in the name of a few laughs. I could never understand what kind of friends would do these things to each other, it baffled me beyond comprehension. And, within the same issue, the cruel, backstabbing stories would be followed by plots of compassion and how friends do anything for each other. And one thing that stands out to me now is certain storylines where Veronica would “give” Archie to Betty as a birthday present or some such thing.

G.R.O.S.S.

The point of this trip to my bookshelf is that I couldn’t understand how friends could treat each other with such nastiness and disregard. However, in my 29 years I have learnt a lot. We do terrible things to our friends, just as they do to us and a good deal of the time it is unintentional because generally we are so concerned with our own affairs that we don’t always see further than our noses.

Backstabbing Barbie

Then there are times when things are done 100% on purpose. Sometimes it’s an invitation that never came, a payment for something or other (but something innocuous enough that bringing it up makes you seem petty). In some cases it is as simple as the tone of voice used for a comment, or the way it’s phrased. Sometimes it’s in the form of a gift – this one’s a real biter because not only are you being insulted, but you have to thank the person for it too.

Yup. We are nasty pieces of work and this has come from years of honing our skills. When we were younger and stupider we said and did shit without thinking. By now we know how to use calculators. So what can we do about it? There’s nothing we can do about what people do to us (other than confront them) but we can try to be better ourselves. I see a bazillion pictures on sites all over the internet with lovely motivational sayings. My goal for my 29th year is to put as many into practice as I can, starting with this one:

Rules for Doing Good

So what HAS been happening?

Needless to say, it’s been a while since my last post. There are some questions that have been thrown to me on Facebook, most notably the decidedly frightening:

“When is your CD coming out?”

To answer this question straight off the bat, I don’t know. Please don’t be angry with me. It’s not that I am deliberately being obtuse, I honestly don’t know. How can I explain this… okay, let’s try this.

Imagine you are a person. More specifically, a person who LOVES pink.

Now imagine that pink is what people think you are. Because, technically, at the moment it is. For YEAAAAAAAAAAARS, all you are and all you want to be is pink. You’ve dabbled in purples and reds here and there but ultimately you’ve always come back to pink.

You’re about to repaint and you look around and suddenly think “I don’t know if I want all this pink. I wonder if I should consider those red and purples again…maybe a bit of green, some yellows even…”

And suddenly this whole UNIVERSE of colours OPENS out in front of you and it suddenlybecomesSOHARD

TOFOCUSBECAUSEYOUJUSTWANTTOTRYEVERYTINYSINGLECOLOURINTHE

WORLDWBUTALLATONCETOTHEPOINTWHEREYOUMIGHTJUST …explode.

With sheer awesomeness.

And it becomes very overwhelming.

What I’m getting at here, to put it in a slightly more realistic and accurate context, is that most of my musical life I have done acoustic folky kind of stuff. So much of it that it seems to be what my music is defined as. Have your heard my original music? I don’t have a lot but it is there. You want to hear it? Go here.

The worst part is I probably have about an albums worth of songs. I don’t like  lot of them any more. I still like some of them, mostly the ones I have on the Myspace page. But I don’t feel connected to a lot of them any more. I got to a point where I stopped writing because I felt like I had nothing to write about any more. The last time I wrote a song that actually came to completion was, I think, the end of 2008. It’s been a very long time and I am trying to break it. I am working on it, unfortunately you have to take my word for it here. I have nothing to show you…yet. But I do, however, have a plan. It is a simple, small plan which is why it SHOULD work.

I have been thinking about how to do this CD for a while but over the weekend, an amazing musician who I have the privilege of knowing, basically said (this is isn’t even paraphrased, it’s completely reworded with the the gist of what he said) don’t try and make a full length album. Make a few demo’s. Put work into a few songs and make them brilliant rather than trying to hammer out a 14 song album where the pressure to finish it will make it mediocre. Thank you Jonathan Handley. You are a wise, wise man. And you have the coolest dress style. Just saying.

So this is the plan: By December this year, I hope to produce a 4 – 6 track CD of original music. Before you get too excited, it will not be available from your major music retailers etc because I most certainly do not have THAT kind of pull. It will be available at gigs and if I am astute I will set up some kind of ordering scheme if you so desire.

But why only December? There are several reasons for this.

  1. I’ve barely begun to work on the material. This is key. Imagine 6 tracks of silence.
  2. I’m financing this myself, I need to do as my budget allows me.
  3. I have other stuff I’m doing to, like work, gigs AND (I’m very excited about this) the musical production at the Hexagon Theatre, “The Beatle Show”. YAY! I’ve been in several Hex productions and as much as I love music I LOVE drama. So, imagine drama and music together? YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!

Someone I was once close to, told me that I’d have to grow up and choose between music and drama. The chance to do this show with the Hex has reminded me that I don’t have to do any such thing. And possibly it was one of the reasons why I didn’t do as well as I could have last year, because I tried to ignore the Drama of music.

Here is a random picture to break up all the words:

Music and Drama are so deeply intertwined, how could you ever separate them? The reason we love music so much is because it evokes emotions, taps into our cores, our souls and, basically, bleeds them dry. And drama does the same. Every TV Show, Film, Play, animation, has some corresponding soundtrack to better entrench the emotions the story is trying to evoke.  I know I’m just rambling now but it feels important. I think that what I may be trying to get at is that I will NOT choose between the things I love again. I love music, drama, books, art and a whole bunch of other shit too. And I am not giving any of it up.

A couple of people have asked me if I wasn’t offered any recording contracts. Well, as you may or may not know, Universal had first option on everyone in the top 10. From what I understand they used that option with both Mark and Lefa. The rest of us, well, we’re not what they’re looking for. Over December I went to Jo’burg to do a Charity Concert for the disabled. It was meant to be televised but stuff happened. Toughies! Anyway, the people who organised it basically decided to start their own studio. And so, Stone Studios came into being. They did offer me a contract. Initially I said yes, but with further thought and consideration, it wasn’t right for me just then. In time I may ask them if they are still interested but until I know what the hell I’m doing, I’m on my own.

In addition to the mini-album, I’ve begun work on a script. That’s right! I’m going to make an amateur film! And it’ll probably be terrible! But that’s okay, as long as I do it. Oh yes, I’ve also done a teaching post at my old High School and a few other local things. Y’all should visit my town. It’s not the biggest or the best, but we’ve got some pretty cool stuff:)

So what have I been doing with myself since Idols ended? Not a hell of a lot, but I have been thinking. A HELL OF A LOT. Thinking’s done now. Action begins.

In the meantime, you want to catch me live? Check out these dates! No gigs during July and August for Beatleshow Rehearsals

Burglaries and Frivolities

There are no pictures in this post. Would you like to know why?

Last Sunday my house was burgled.

While I was out late and my family was asleep inside the house, burglars climbed through my open window – squeezing through the burglar bars – and unlocked my patio door with the keys on my desk. Since everyone was asleep and my lights were on their entry went undetected until I arrived home at 3:30 am and found things around the house just a little…odd.

There were cupboard doors open and a drawer or two, but nothing was screaming “bloody stinking thieves”. At first I thought someone had left things out of place to remind themselves of certain things. My dad leaves drawers open if he’s moved my mom’s stuff so that she’ll see where they’ve gone to. So I walked slowly through the house, carefully, feeling a bit more odd with every step.

Then I got to my room.

My laptop was gone off of my desk, there was stuff all over my bed.

I think that I have lived with this kind of shit for far too long because I reacted far more calmly than I think I should have. I went to my parents room, knocked politely and said in hushed tones: “I’m sorry to wake you guys buuuuut…I think we might have just been robbed…”

I couldn’t see in the dark but I’m pretty sure my mom gave my dad one hell of a hard shove to wake him up.

It seems that my coming home at 3:30 in the morning disturbed the burglars in the middle of their affairs. My room got the worst of it as they took my Laptop, my Samsung video camera (one of my Idols prizes:( ), my Mp3 player, my pillow case (we assume to put their stash in), a bag (again for stash), my Shure sm58 Microphone which was inside the bag, the TV from the lounge and the Microwave from the kitchen. They also took my favourite blanket which was later found draped over the fence.

The estimate was about R20 000 worth of stuff taken.

However, I am a fairly clever sausage because I backed up my laptop on New Years Eve so information-wise I lost about 3 weeks worth of photo’s and some other random stuff.

So why are there no pictures in this post? Because I lost all my recent pictures AND I can’t even draw new ones yet because my old laptop does not support my drawing tablet.

Here is a list of things I miss about my old laptop:

  1. It supported all file extensions/hardware/software/codecs that I needed
  2. It had a battery life. A short one, but at least I could move it from one plug point to the next.
  3. It had a webcam. I never used it but it was nice to know it was there.
  4. It had 300GB’s to save useless stuff on. This one only has 55 and most of it is just running windows. 55GB’s doesn’t even hold all of my music
  5. It took less than a second to open a new tab in Chrome
  6. It could run Sims 3
  7. It still had its rubber feet on the base

At the same time, I am almost enjoying the limitations that my dear old Laptop provides me with. It’s like the modern version of taking it slow – because there is no other option.

Okay I lied, I drew you a picture with paint and my mouse

And yes, I named my laptop. Her brand was Dell. Right now I’m using Betsy who is a Fujitsu Siemens.

I know I sound terribly materialistic and shallow because all I can talk about is my laptop, but I’m still dealing with the reality and right now the shallow is just easier.

Here is a list of how many times in my adult life I have been robbed/burgled:

(When I was a kid I think we were burgled twice)

  1. Cell Phone Stolen from next to me while I was asleep as someone stuck their arm through the window over my head
  2. Bag Stolen from room at the restaurant I was living in/working at
  3. Cold room broken into while asleep at restaurant
  4. Bathroom of room broken into  while asleep at restaurant
  5. Attempted stealing of car from Mall

There are only so many times that you can be broken into/robbed before you simply don’t know how to process it any more.

So here is another paint drawing! This one is of my sword which has a special place next to my bed:)

So I think I have bored you for long enough. Can you believe that I was going to write a blog about Tintin in 3D before this? Ha!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Just to put your minds at ease, everyone in the house was fine and that is what I am most grateful for. They weren’t even aware of what had happened.

Here’s a gif that my friend Charl sent me to cheer me up. It is from the film Despicable Me and it is awesome

Right, thanks for putting up with my grumpiness. I hope you have a crime free day!