Sunday, September 26, 2010
So I did not succeed in my attempt to quit smoking. At least not yet. Went to my sister's wedding and as I was waiting to start my MC duties the nerves overcame me and I just had to have a smoke. I know, it sounds pretty pathetic. I'm just not ready at this stage. I've resorted to a new scheme. I'll have a cigarette after meals and that's it. I had started a good thing with the "one smoke every two hours" and now I'm taking it to the next level.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
So it has been 5 hours and 10 minutes since I smoked the last cigarette that I will ever smoke in my life. Why? Because I am sick of being controlled by an addiction. Yes, I could have a cigarette right now and it would be awesome. But one is never enough. At least not for me. My sister is getting married tomorrow. That will be the first challenge against my new quest. Second challenge? Horse races with my buddy Chris on Saturday. If I can get up to Sunday morning without having smoked I reckon I'll be halfway there. After that I'm heading off to Middelburg where the temptation will not be as bad. Shit, as I write this my fucking leg is shaking. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Ok, shweet. This is my new blog which I have actually decided to start in response to an internet journalism workshop that I've been attending for the last couple of weeks. Actually feel really dumb doing this (as we speak). So, I figured I could start this off by telling you a bit about myself. I'm a 22 year old Journalism student from South Africa. I'm originally from a small town called Middelburg in the province of Mpumalanga (Zulu for "east" or "where the sun rises"). I went to primary school and high school there and am now a student in the wonderful city of Pretoria. I love language (I am competent in English, Afrikaans, Zulu, Spanish and Pedi) and am passionate about music. I am heavy into the local music scene although I'm mad about some international bands as well. My favourite band is Fokofpolisiekar. Their lyrics are like poetry to me and there is a Fokof song to encapsulate just about every single mood that I am ever in. I believe Fokof has given a voice to the emotions that thousands of young Afrikaners have been going through. OK, cool. Let me stop myself before I wax lyrical about fokof for the next 3 hours. I hate racism (despite my upbringing in a small, conservative town) and I reckon South Africa is the most awesome country in the world bar the shitty, corrupt politicians and the crime. That's all from me for now. Peace out and watch this space.