Inspired by Fakeme and Kleppie; what songs do people have on their iPod that they like, but know are embarrassing to admit?
Come on, we all have a couple of songs that, you know, “I copied from my friend and just never took off the playlist” or “I thought I was downloading a different song…”
I asked around where I work, friends etc and these are but a smidgen of the songs people have come clean about… “Yes, this is on my iPod and I like it…”
Cruel Summer – Ace of Base
I’ll Make Love To You – Boyz II Men
See You Again – Miley Cyrus
The Climb – Miley Cyrus
7 Things – Miley Cyrus
(Ok, I think we’ve established it’s embarrassing to have Miley on your iPod)
The theme song to Hannah Montana (aaahhhh!!!)
That’s What I Go To School For – Busted
Mmmbop – Hanson
I Give My All – Mariah Carey (the remix version)
Dirty Pop – Nsync
SOS – The Jonas Brothers
Return of the Mac – Mark Morrison
Greece Lightening Music Medley
Think you have worse? Let us know… come on, ‘fess up!
GND is AWOL and I’m uninspired, so this week it’s a Fakeme choice. And she has chosen: Gael Garcia Bernal.
A very good choice indeed. Her reasons for choosing him (I’m typing as she dictates over my shoulder) are:
“He’s South American, yum, and was amazing in Motorcycle Diaries. He seems like the kind of guy who isn’t entirely aware of how good looking he actually is which in turn makes him even more good looking. He also hasn’t sold out to Hollywood which is admirable.”
Gael is in the upcoming movie Blindness if you wanna check him out/stare etc.
Fakeme sent this to me… you’ve probably all seen it but I still think it’s post worthy. Remember the days of all the cut outs… damn! Don’t want to go jinxing it!
Don’t mention the power! I mentioned it once but I think I got away with it…
Eskom… don’t screw us again…please… And 24, season 7 has just come back (Mnet Action channel), so it’s really not a good time…
I suppose it was bound to happen sometime and even though I thought I was prepared for it, it’s harder than I ever could have imagined…
Fakeme…got…Crocs. Nnnooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Why did one of my friends have to go and do that? And not just a friend, my housemate! Someone I share a bathroom and marmalade with every single day.
Oh, she has her “reasons;” Her and Kleppie are going on the Otter Trail in Storm’s River and she needs them for hiking through the river and rock bits. She also noted that she got them on discount and would never have paid the full price. But are these excuses really good enough? And then we go see a movie the other night, (Slumdog Millionaire…I rated it) and as we’re walking out the door, I look down and guess what she’s wearing? The Crocs!
So, I’m guessing they’re not just for hiking now but for all purpose, casual evening wear too. Why did she have to go and buy them? What do I do now? I suppose disown her as a friend. The problem is that we live together, I also do rather like her, but she owns Crocs!
The only plus is that she didn’t purchase Crocs in one of their really offensive colours, like those bright pink or green highlighter colours they have on offer. So when one looks at us perhaps walking to the movies together, they may not be immediately drawn to the fact that she’s wearing a pair or plastic, clog shaped, clown shoes with deliberate holes inserted over the entire top half of the shoe.
The negative now is that she torments me with them every day. Last week I opened the cupboard where I keep my cereal and guess what fell onto my face? Her left Croc!
Mini Crisis at the LT and Fakeme apartment! The freezer froze over and we had to defrost it. By “we” I mean me. Someone had left the freezer door open (I say Fakeme, she says me) and the snowy powder ice had turned to full blown icicle ice, which was melting at a rapid rate. Basically all the food either needed to be cooked instantly or thrown away.
As I was in the defrosting process I separated all the food I knew was mine and all the food I presumed was Fakeme’s .Then I left for her a message to either throw her pile of food out or eat it. As Fakeme and I work at different times, a lot of our communication is made in the form of post-it notes or messages on the fridge.
When I got home later that night, from what I could see Fakeme had obviously received the message and sorted out all her food from the freezer, except for one item – The Seafood Paella packet. My assumption was she had obviously decided she would cook it when she got home.
The next day I woke up and in my daze, staggered towards the kitchen. As I walked in, I was blasted by the vilest, fishiest and most vomit worthy smell I have ever encountered. Let me assure you, at seven ‘o clock in the morning, this is not the way you want to start your, already predictably, shite day. Being half asleep and considering the possibility that I may actually be in an Ek&J factory, I ran to open the windows. As I grabbed a dish cloth to cover my nose and mouth, I looked up, and there it was…Seafood Paella packet… Read the rest of this entry »
I think it’s time for another one of these since the end of 2008 is nai and I’ve only done three other entries of this segment…
1. Obama wins!
Not our president, not our country but it was inspirational nonetheless and encouraged here in S.A. the formation of Cope, Allan Boesak to get back into the game and the new DA clone logo. Because of this, soon to be President Obama has motivated us all for change, hope and a better way of living, thereby making the favourite things of 2008 list.
I chose this picture, ‘cos it’s just way cool
2. Chairman of the Portfolio Committee On Finance, Nhlanhla Nene falls off his chair during live interview.
I know we have all seen it a MILLION times but it truly was one of the funniest things of 2008. Come on, you remember it. Remember when you received that forwarded email for the first time? Completely oblivious to what was in store, totally clueless to the joy it was about to bring and then you watched it again and again…and again. Seriously the best 26 seconds of October, if not, the year. – Did he have to be the Chairman of the committee too? It’s just glorious…
As soon as it happened this was the brief dialogue between myself, C-Dawg and Kleppie:
C-Dawg: He should’ve reacted to that first crack…
Rookie mistake
LT: But in fairness, what the hell? You’re on live TV…in an interview, talking about serious matters, well relatively….what are you meant to do?
“Uh excuse me? This chair is shit and can’t you see how much I weigh? Could I have another one? I hate to be a dick here, but seriously, you heard that first crack? That wasn’t me breaking wind you know…this chair is going to snap, I’m not being a pre-Madonna….”
Kleppie: Firstly, I would have cautiously shifted my weight after the first crack and had almost no bum on the seat so I could jump up if something terrible happened. Judging by his size he isn’t much of a jumper and probably needs a higher bum to seat ratio than you or I.
My favourite part is the split second between the second crack and the moment he goes down.
It would have been good to see him appear from below the desk and carry on talking as if nothing happened. But if he continued to make his point and finish the interview out of sight on the floor it would have been legendary. Imagine the interviewer thanking him for his time and the camera panning back to an empty desk “thank you very much” (from the floor).
LT: Agreed, he should have shifted his weight, or leaned completely on the table, but considering his size, he would have had all his weight on his knees so ultimately would have buckled under the pressure….very good points you have raised however….
If they had carried on as if nothing had happened and continued to discuss financial matters with absolute poise while lying on the floor…what redemption for him!
And this concludes my Favourite things of 2008 #104
Kleppie is Fakeme, the housemate’s, boyfriend. The nickname Kleppie is derived from the word kleptomaniac, which he is. I say this because a few weeks ago I caught him stealing my toothpaste… not just some of the paste, but the entire tube itself. I called him on it and he claimed it was an “accident” and that our toothpastes look “similar” but I don’t buy it.
I’ve tried to tell Fakeme that we’re dealing with our own Winona Ryder and action must be implemented. I know his game, he’s going to clean us out, item by item, and by the time we’ve noticed the dining chairs have gone missing, he’ll be half way to Botswana. Yesterday, the cheese slicer disappeared, I’m almost certain it was him but I have no proof.
However, Kleppie does read my blog, and after reading R.I.P. Pigeon, he sent me this, and boy did it make me laugh… Read the rest of this entry »
Fakeme and I live in an apartment above a block of shops. I say “apartment” because it’s not really a flat and it’s not really a house so I went with “apartment” but it does sound very Americanish feel to it which wasn’t the intention but let’s roll with it.
Because we live above a block of various shops (the bottle store is a bonus), the road gets very busy and occasionally (by “occasionally” I mean often) we find cars parked in front of our driveway. Again, I say “we” but for some reason this NEVER happens to Fakeme. Many times, I have tried to get in or out of our driveway but am blocked by some big ass Bakkie, Land Rover, Jeep (it’s always the big cars) and Fakeme thinks this is hilarious!
I, on the other hand, begin perspiring blood and random thoughts of murdering people with an ice pick flow through my brain. Read the rest of this entry »
Last Friday, a group of us decided to go watch a couple of bands at The Assembly. Now I love The Assembly but there have been a few buzz-kill bar experiences (like waiting over 30 minutes to get to get a drink) which have brought down the: “Enjoy-ability of the night vs amount of Hunters Dry in my body” ratio. It’s not the most dignified confession to make but a huge portion of my clubbing nights depend on how easily accessible the alcohol is from the bar to my lips.
I clearly wasn’t the only person who was a little worried about the pending night out because when the masses arrived at my house for a pre-Assembly drinks warm-up, a number of them had brought the necessary elements needed for a successful middle-of the-evening car bar – Vodka and Coke Zero 500ml bottles. Now I know what you’re thinking; being 24 and all I really should be steering away from cheap, student life manoeuvres but in my defence, it wasn’t my idea (although I was ashamed I hadn’t thought of it first) and the main instigator of it ALL was 27! So… not really sure how any of that defends my point. Moving on… Read the rest of this entry »
