Archive for February, 2009

Party time!

Hierdie is skreeusnaaks. Ek het by Boskind ene raakgeloop wat die lagtrane ook behoorlik laat loop het. Dieselfde ou het hierdie gedoen. Net die regte medisyne vir ‘n Vrydag! Dis bietjie lank, maar beslis die moeite werd om te lees.

Party in apartment 3

A few weeks ago, a guy moved into the apartment across from me. I know little about him apart from the fact that he owns cane furniture as I saw the delivery guys carry it up. I bumped into him on the stairs once and he said hello but I cannot be friends with someone that owns cane furniture so I pretended I had a turtle to feed or something.

Last week when I checked my mailbox, I found that my new neighbour had left me a note stating that he was having a party and to let him know if the noise was too loud.

The problem I have with the note is not that he was having a party and didn’t invite me, it was that he selected a vibrant background of balloons, effectively stating that his party was going to be vibrant and possibly have balloons and that I couldn’t come.

If I was writing a note to my neighbours saying that I was going to have a party but none of them could come, I would not add photos of ecstasy tablets, beer and gratuitous shots of Lucius going down on men to show them what they are missing out on, I would make it clean and simple, possibly even sombre, so they didn’t think ‘you prick’.

The "invitation"

The "invitation"

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 8 Dec 2008 11.04am
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: R.S.V.P.

Dear Matthew,
Thankyou for the party invite. At first glance I thought it may be a child’s party what with it being vibrant and having balloons but I realise you probably did your best with what little tools were available. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. What time would you like me there?

Regards, David.

From: Matthew Smythe
Date: Monday 8 Dec 2008 3.48pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: R.S.V.P.

Hi David
Sorry the note was just to let you know that we might be a bit loud that night. The house warming is really just for friends and family but you can drop past for a beer if you like.
Cheers Matthew

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 8 Dec 2008 5.41pm
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Thanks Matthew,
Including me in your list of friends and family means a lot. You and I don’t tend to have long discussions when we meet in the hallway and I plan to put a stop to that. Next time we bump into each other I intend to have a very long conversation with you and I am sure you are looking forward to that as much as I am. I have told my friend Ross that you are having a party and he is as excited as I am. Do you want us to bring anything or will everything be provided?

Regards, David.

From: Matthew Smythe
Date: Tuesday 9 Dec 2008 10.01am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Hi David
As I said, my housewarming is just for friends and family. There is not a lot of room so cant really have to many people come. Sorry about that mate.
Cheers Matthew

From: David Thorne
Date: Tuesday 9 Dec 2008 2.36pm
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Dear Matthew,
I can appreciate that, our apartments are not very large are they? I myself like to go for a jog every night to keep fit but fear leaving the house so I have to jog on the spot taking very small steps with my arms straight down. I understand the problems of space restrictions all too well. If you would like to store some of your furniture at my place during the party you are quite welcome to – if we move your cane furniture into my spare room for the night and scatter cushions on the ground, that would provide a lot more seating and create a cozy atmosphere at the same time. I have a mirror ball that you can borrow. I have told Ross not to invite anyone else due to the space constraints so it will just be us two and my other friend Simon. When I told Simon that Ross and I were going to a party he became quite angry that I had not invited him as well so I really didn’t have any choice as he can become quite violent. Sometimes I am afraid to even be in the same room as him. So just myself Ross and Simon. Simon’s girlfriend has a work function on that night but might come along after that if she can get a lift with friends.

Regards, David.

From: Matthew Smythe
Date: Tuesday 9 Dec 2008 4.19pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Wtf? Nobody can come to the houswarming party it is just for friends and family. I dont even know these people. How do you know I have cane furniture? Are you the guy in apartment 1?

From: David Thorne
Date: Tuesday 9 Dec 2008 6.12pm
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Hi Matthew,
I understand it is an exclusive party and I appreciate you trusting my judgement on who to bring. I just assumed you have cane furniture, doesn’t everybody? Cane is possibly one of the most renewable natural resources we have after plastic, it is not only strong but lightweight and attractive. Every item in my apartment is made of cane, including my television. It looks like the one from Gilligan’s Island but is in colour of course. Do you remember that episode where a robot came to the island? That was the best one in my opinion. I always preferred Mary Anne to Ginger, same with Flintstones – I found Betty much more attractive than Wilma but then I am not really keen on redheads at all. They have freckles all over their body did you know? It’s the ones on their back and shoulders that creep me out the most.

Anyway, Ross rang me today all excited about the party and asked me what the theme is, I told him that I don’t think there is a theme and we discussed it and feel that it should be an eighties themed party. I have a white suit and projector and am coming as Nik Kershaw. I have made a looping tape of ‘wouldn’t it be good’ to play as I am sure you will agree that this song rocks and has stood the test of time well. I am in the process of redesigning your invites appropriately and will get a few hundred of them printed off later today. I will have to ask you for the money for this as print cartridges for my Epson are pretty expensive. They stopped making this model a month after I bought it and I have to get the cartridges sent from China. Around $120 should cover it. You can just pop the money in my letter box if I don’t see you before tonight.

Regards, David.

From: Matthew Smythe
Date: Wednesday 10 Dec 2008 11.06pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

What the fuck are yout alking about? There is no theme for the party it is just a few friends and family. noone else can come IT IS ONLY FOR MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY do you understand? Do not print anything out because I am not paying for something I dont need and didnt ask you to do! look I am sorry but i am heaps busy and that night is not convenient. Are you in Apatrment1?

From: David Thorne
Date: Thursday 11 Dec 2008 9.15am
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

Hello Matthew,
I agree that it is not very convenient and must admit that when I first received your invitation I was perplexed that it was on a Sunday night but who am I to judge. No, I am in apartment 3B. Our bedroom walls are touching so when we are sleeping our heads are only a few feet apart. If I put my ear to the wall I can hear you. I also agree with you that having a particular theme for your party may not be the best choice, it makes more sense to leave it open as a generic fancy dress party, that way everyone can come dressed in whatever they want. Once, I went to a party in a bear outfit which worked out well as it was freezing and I was the only one warm. As it won’t be cold the night of your party, I have decided to come as a Ninja. I think it would be really good if you dressed as a ninja as well and we could perform a martial arts display for the other guests. I have real swords and will bring them. If you need help with your costume let me know, I have made mine by wrapping a black t-shirt around my face with a hooded jacket and cut finger holes in black socks for the gloves. I do not have any black pants so will spray paint my legs on the night.

It is a little hard to breath in the costume so I will need you to keep the window open during the party to provide good air circulation. Actually, I just had a thought, how awesome would it be if I arrived ‘through’ the window like a real ninja. We should definitely do that. I just measured the distance between our balconies and I should be able to jump it. I once leaped across a creek that was over five metres wide and almost made it.

Also, you mentioned in your invitation that if there was anything I needed, to let you know. My car is going in for a service next week and I was wondering, seeing as we are good friends now, if it would be ok to borrow yours on that day. I hate catching the bus as they are full of poor people who don’t own cars.

Regards, David.

From: Matthew Smythe
Date: Thursday 11 Dec 2008 3.02pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: R.S.V.P.

WTF? No you cant borrow my car and there is no fucking 3B. I reckon you are that guy from Apartment 1. You are not coming to my house warming and you are not bringing any of your friends. What the fuck is wrong with you??? The only people invited are friends and family I told you that. It is just drinks there is no fucking fancy dress and only people i know are coming! I dont want to be rude but &*%$ fucking *%^# man.

From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 14 Dec 2008 2.04am
To: Matthew Smythe
Subject: Party

Hello Matthew,
I have been away since Thursday so have not been able to check my email from home. Flying back late today in time for the party and just wanted to say that we are really looking forward to it. Will probably get there around eleven or twelve, just when it starts to liven up. Simon’s girlfriend Cathy’s work function was cancelled so she can make it afterall which is good news. She will probably have a few friends with her so they will take the mini van. Also, I have arranged a Piñata.

Regards, David.

Bron

Whahahaha! Arme Matthew! Gaan maak gerus ‘n draai op hierdie site – ek gaan nog lekker giggel daar. Dankie vir die tip, Boskind.

Geniet die naweek en die rugby! Skree net asseblief vir die regte span – en daar is mos net een…

G O   B U L L E ! ! !


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Ek onthou nóg…

Met die onthou possie van gister, het hierdie gedig gisteraand by my gespook. Ons het dit een jaar opgevoer in die laerskool. Dit was ‘n klein plaasskooltjie, en die volle 24 leerlinge was in die konsert. Elkeen het ‘n paar lyntjies gehad om op te sê. Dit was ‘n geweldige groot geleentheid vir ons. Ek was die waansinnige vrou. Tot vandag toe onthou ek hierdie gedig woord vir woord. Veral my eie gekerm… waarom rus jy nie, rus jy nie Jan van der Meer…

Die ruiter van Skimmelperdpan

Op die pad wat verdwyn in die Skimmelperdpan,
By ‘n draai in die mond van die kloof,
Het ‘n bom in die oorlog ‘n vlugtende man
Op ‘n perd soos ‘n swaardslag onthoof.

Aan die saalboom krampagtig die hande verstyf,
Met ‘n laaste stuiptrekkende krag,
En die bene geklem soos ‘n skroef om sy lyf,
Op die perd sit die grusame vrag.

Met sy neusgate wyd en die ore op sy nek,
Soos die wind yl verbysterd die dier,
Met die skuim in wit vlokke wat waai uit sy bek,
En gespan soos ‘n draad elke spier;

By die huisie verby waar ‘n vrou staan en kyk …
In die afkopding ken sy haar man …
Met ‘n onaardse gegil val sy bleek soos ‘n lyk …
Perd en ruiter verdwyn in die Pan!

Wee die reisiger wat daar onwetend kom skuil
Waar bouvallig die huisie nog staan,
En vreesagtig by wyle ‘n nagdiertjie huil
By die newelige lig van die maan!

Want by middernag waai daar ‘n wind deur die kloof,
Waai en huil soos ‘n kindjie wat kerm,
En dan jaag daar ‘n perd met ‘n man sonder hoof …
Wie dit sien, roep verskrik: “Heer, ontferm!”

Want die vuurvonke spat waar die hoefslae dreun,
En dit vlam uit sy neus en sy oog;
Styf en stram sit die ruiter na vore geleun,
En die bloed uit sy nek spuit ‘n boog;

En dan eensklaps van uit die vervalle gebou
Kom ‘n vreeslike skrikbeeld gevaar,
Al die hare orent – ‘n waansinnige vrou
Met ‘n hande-wringend gebaar:

“Waarom rus jy nie, rus jy nie, Jan van der Meer?
Waarom jaag jy my elke nag op?
Sal daar nimmer ‘n einde kom … altyd maar weer
Die galop … die galop … die galop?!”

Die afgryslike klank – nog gehuil nog gelag –
En die perd met die romp van ‘n man …!
Dis geen plek vir ‘n Christenmens daar in die nag
Langs die pad na die Skimmelperdpan!

A.G. Visser




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Ek onthou…

Johan het begin, Demoerin het dit ook gedoen, en nou is dit my beurt… my vroegste herinneringe…

My boetie het vir my hierdie spookstorie begin vertel toe ek seker so drie jaar oud was:

Eendag, lank lank gelede, was daar ‘n meisietjie. Sy het baie gelukkig saam met haar ma en pa gewoon. Sy was baie mooi en al die mense het van haar gehou omdat sy heeldag geglimlag het. Eendag terwyl hulle oppad terug was van die sirkus af, beland hulle in ‘n motor ongeluk. Die meisie se ma oorleef nie die ongeluk nie, en die arme meisie verloor haar een been.

Vir baie lank gaan dit glad nie goed met die meisie en haar pa nie. Hulle is baie arm en het skaars kos om te eet. ‘n Baie ryk man kry hulle toe vreeslik jammer. Hy gee vir haar pa werk en skenk vir haar ‘n goue beentjie. Maar soliede goud, te pragtig. Dit het geskitter in die sonskyn en geglinster in die maanlig. Dit het haar weer gelukkig laat voel en sy kon weer tussen die blomme rondhuppel en met haar maats speel.

Intussen het haar pa weer getrou. Maar haar nare stiefma was baie jaloers op haar pragtige been. Een nag, terwyl haar pa weg was op ‘n sakebesoek, gooi sy slaappille in die meisie se melk. Toe sy aan die slaap is, maak sy haar hande vas met ‘n tou en sny sy haar kop af met ‘n baie skerp mes. En steel die goue beentjie! Toe die pa by die huis kom, vind hy sy bebloede dogter in die kombuis op die vloer – sonder kop en sonder been. Hy het mal geraak en homself doodgetreur. Niemand het die nare stiefma ooit weer gesien nie.

Nou dwaal die meisie sonder kop snags in al die huise rond en soek die stiefma terwyl sy heeltyd kermend roep: “Waar’s my goue beeeeentjie, waaaar’s my goue beeeeentjie…”

:shock:

Hierdie storie het my vir jare nagmerries gegee, maar keer op keer het ek gevra dat hy dit weer vertel! Ek het toe reeds nie geskrik vir rillers en bloed nie… hie-hie-hie!

Kom speel saam – deel jou onthou ook in ‘n comment, of maak dit sommer ‘n possie op sy eie!


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Misverstand

Die paartjie is reg om die aand uit te gaan – opgedollie, reg om te gaan; die ligte brand, die hond is buite gesit.

Net toe die taxi opdaag en hulle by die deur uitgaan, hardloop die hond weer in. Hy weier om uit te kom, en hulle wil hom nie binne los nie.

Die man gaan toe by die huis in, teen die trap op, terwyl sy vrou buite in die taxi op hom wag.

Omdat sy nie wil hê dat die taxi bestuurder moet weet die huis is leeg nie, verduidelik sy aan hom dat haar man “net gou sy moeder gaan groet het”.

‘n Rukkie later kom die man terug en klim in die taxi.

“Jammer dat ek so lank getalm het,” sê hy. “Die onnosele teef het onder die bed gaan lê en ek moes haar met die besemstok por om uit te kom. Toe moes ek haar in ‘n kombers toedraai om te keer dat sy my nie byt nie. Ek het haar toe teen die trap afgesleep en in die agterplaas neergegooi. Sy beter nie weer in die groente tuin k@k nie.”

Die stilte in die taxi was oorverdowend…

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Vreemde wette

Hierdie kom uit my argiewe uit. Dink dit was hier erens in 2000 wat ek dit gebêre het. Hoeveel van hierdie wette al verander het, weet ek rerig nie. Maar dit bly nogsteeds vreemd!

  • In Lebanon is dit wettig vir mans om omgang met diere te hê, maar dit moet vroulike diere wees. Omgang met manlike diere is strafbaar met ‘n doodsvonnis. (Asof DIT sin maak!)
  • In Bahrain mag ‘n manlike dokter nie direk na ‘n vrou se geslagsorgane kyk nie, selfs al moet hy haar ondersoek. Hy mag slegs die refleksie in ‘n spieël sien.
  • Muslims word verbied om na die geslagsdele van ‘n lyk te kyk. Dit geld ook vir begrafnisondernemers. Die oorledene se geslagsdele moet te alle tye bedek wees met ‘n stukkie plank of ‘n steen. (‘n Steen???)
  • As iemand jou vang dat jy masturbeer in Indonesia, mag jy wettiglik onthoof word. (Eina)
  • In Guam is daar manne wie se voltydse werk dit is om deur die land te reis en saam jong maagde te slaap – wat hulle vir die voorreg betaal om vir die eerste keer seks te hê. Die rede? Volgens Guam wette is dit absoluut verbode vir maagde om te trou… (Komaan manne, dink vir ‘n oomblik oor hierdie ene – dit moet seker die lekkerste werkie in die wêreld wees???)
  • In Hong Kong is dit wettig vir ‘n verneukte vrou om haar rondloper man dood te maak – maar sy mag net haar kaal hande gebruik. Die man se skelmpie mag egter doodgemaak word op enige manier wat sy verkies. (Aaah, justice!)
  • Bostuklose verkoopsdames is wettig in Liverpool, Engeland – maar net in tropiese viswinkels.
  • Wanneer ‘n bruid vir die eerste keer saam met haar nuwe man slaap in Cali, Colombia, moet haar skoonma in die kamer wees as getuie tot die daad. (Ek sidder as ek daaraan dink!)

Ons het darem nie sulke vreemde wette nie, het ons?

Onthou julle kan nog kom saamspeel in die Super 14 Fantasy League – my Glow Worms het heel goed gedoen in die eerste rondte. Kom sluit aan by ons league, dis vet pret. Een van die dae gaan niemand meer nodig hê om vir my te verduidelik wat aangaan in rugby nie.

Mag die res van jou Maandag blou wees – Bloubul blou! :wink:

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Liefde is…

… om na byna 22 jaar nogsteeds jelly-bene, vlinders in die maag en hartkloppings te kry as jy dit in die koerant sien!

2009-valentine

Ja, my liefie, ek sal jou Valentyn wees… vir altyd!

(Selfs al spel die koerant tannie my naam verkeerd… :lol: )

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Liefde in die lug…

Liefde is… ‘n gevoel wat jy voel wanneer jy voel jy voel ‘n gevoel wat jy nog nooit vantevore gevoel het nie… of is dit?

Gaan kyk bietjie hier, en kom deel!

Myne lyk so:

For you, chemistry doesn’t really happen without compatibility. Companionship and openness are the most important parts of your relationships. Whoever you love should be your best friend. And falling in love with a good friend is never out of the question.

Why your love can last: You only fall for people who you truly understand… and who truly understand you.

Why your love can fail: Sometimes you don’t admit how important physical chemistry is to you.

Nogal baie naby aan die waarheid…



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Hoe lyk jou plafon?

As jy ‘n telefoon besit, hetsy landlyn of selfoon, gaan hierdie mense jou een of ander tyd bel. Wees gewaarsku…

Trieng-trieng, trieng-trieng…

“Dellie, goeiemore!”

“More mevrou, my naam is ****… hoe gaan dit vanmore met mevrou?”

Dadelik in my passopens, want voornemende studente praat nie so met my nie. Bly maar vir eers beleefd.

“Nee, dit gaan goed dankie, en met jou?”

“Kan nie kla nie, dankie mevrou. Ek skakel van ****** in Port Elizabeth. Ons doen plafon instellasies.”

Ek dog eers ek hoor verkeerd. Moet seker maak. Hou die foon stywer teen my oor.

“Uhm, vanwaar? En julle doen wat?”

“Port Elizabeth, mevrou. Plafon instellasies, mevrou.”

Sowaar. Plafon instellasies. In Port Elizabeth.

“Dame, besef jy ek woon in Welkom?”

“Ja, mevrou…” stilte … “… maar ons kom daarheen en doen dit vir jou.”

Huh? Sowaar? En toe kan ek my lag nie meer hou nie! Whahahaha!

“Sal jy sowaar ‘n plaaslike kwotasie kan ewenaar?”

“Gee my net u adres, en ons kom gee ‘n gratis kwotasie.”

Ek sukkel om my ore te glo. Al die pad van PE af. Vir ‘n gratis kwotasie.

“‘n Gratis kwotasie? Het jy enige idee waar Welkom is?”

“Uhm, nee mevrou, maar net die brandstof kostes sal ekstra wees.”

Aaah! Dis die catch! Hie-hie! Die brandstof is nie gratis nie.

“Miskien moet jy dan eerder plaaslik probeer adverteer?”

“So mevrou wil nie gebruikmaak van ons dienste nie?”

Ek giggel nogsteeds.

“Dankie vir jou moeite, maar nee dankie. Ons plaaslike ouens hoef nie so ver te ry nie…”

“Nou ja, lekker dag dan mevrou, en totsiens.”

Whahahaha, ek kan nie ophou lag hieroor nie! Amper soos die ou wat my eendag gebel het om te hoor of ons waterpompe verkoop… :lol:


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Glimlag…

… al is dit Maandag!

Ons kla darem so maklik oor alles. En die blogs is vol tags oor dinge wat ons irriteer of die josie in maak. Lyste en lyste waarby jy elke dag iets kan byvoeg. Want ons is maar ‘n bedonnerde nasie.

Maar – wat laat jou glimlag? Wat laat jou fuzzy voel binne? Wat laat jou mondhoeke onwillekeurig krul en jou oë sag word, jou hart warm word? Is daar ietsie waarna jy uitsien om die week of die dag makliker te maak?

Iets wat my vandag laat glimlag – gistermiddag kyk ek ‘n movie – Air Buddies of so iets (vriendin se kinders het gereken ek MOET dit kyk, want die hondjies kan praat… hie-hie) In elk geval, redelik gereeld storm ‘n ry klein hondjies al blaffend oor die skerm. Ek merk op dat een wosonki vreesliks stil langs my voete sit en staar na die skerm. En net toe ek wonder of hy actually kyk en SIEN wat op die skerm gebeur, bevestig hy dit deur nader te draf en reg voor die TV te gaan parkeer, sonder om sy ogies van die skerm af te haal. Sommer so ‘n skewe sit, maar hy kyk toe ernstig TV! Draai die koppie die kant toe en daai kant toe. Ore wys hy is baie bewus van wat daar aangaan. Dit was vir my so oulik, ek wou hom opvreet! Met my gerumoer om by my selfoon uit te kom om hom af te neem, verbreek ek toe sy konsentrasie, en weg is die oomblik. Maar dis vasgevang in my herinneringe vir altyd, en vandag laat dit my glimlag.

Wat laat jou glimlag?

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