bublz blog

depression

2007-01-29T02:44:00.000-08:00

Ok, since it has hardly snowed, I have discovered that my mood gets worse and worse, the longer we dont get snow.

I have heard of people suffering from mild depression when they dont get enough vitamin d, but never mild depression from getting no vitamin snow! there was a foot and a half dumplett about 4 weeks ago and then there was a drought, followed by Noahs Arc II. I didnt leave the house for 6 days, lived in my pj's and watched about 60 episodes of family guy!

Then the snow came and I was happy again. Went out shredding everyday and slept like a baby everynight...
Now there is no snow again. Well there is white stuff, buts its metamorphasized into ice or slush-puppy! i like slush-puppies, but only in a cup with flavorants, a straw, while watching some lame movie.

Well there goes my mood down the shitter and I hope that the snow comes soon, because I dont wana be sad!

here is a pic of the mountain that we can see from the kitchen, its sposed to be covered in snow, but its not...

2007-01-16T04:47:00.000-08:00

As there is no snow in Morzine and due to my cabin fever, I decided against all better judgement to go out and try my hand at skiing.
After a slight tantrum about how to carry my skis, poles, gloves ( I worked out its way easier wearing them) and walking in boots which in the end gave me blisters, I got up the mountain and went for my first ski.

I SUCK!!!!

As a snowboarder, I see many new skiers swerving across the entire run, cutting people off and causing much un-needed distress. I swore to myself, I would never be one of those people. Unfortunately my poles and I, went careering down the run, out of control, cutting off snowboarders and skiers and causing many a swear word to be uttered in my direction.

"For God sakes, I'm learning here people!" I screamed as other riders flew passed me, clipping my poles, skis, me! After one run I gave up!
My theory is that coz I'm short and South African, I was not built for skiing. A load of bull, I know, but it will make me sleep better at night!

Laugh all you want! Coz I was doing the same thing.

I forget...

2006-09-30T06:52:00.000-07:00

Its been a while since I have been able to write a blog. I look at one of my friends blog pages and he is constantly writing... this is also possibly due to the permanent internet that they lucky sod has.

Walking down the street I think of the wierdest and most bloggable things. Then when I finally get to a place that has internet where I can express these amazing bloggable thoughts I totally forget them. As it has been a long while since I have contributed any form of blog, I wanted my first blog in a while to be something of interest, challenging the forces of evil, making mind blowing observations and sharing sollutions to age old problems....

Hence I have been carrying around scraps of paper and arb pens and writing eqipment so I can capture these world changing thoughts. But I have yet to have an amazing thought since this paper carrying started. So I have decided to leave all writing equipment at home and rely on the strength of memory.

So this brings me back to the beginning ( I love it when that actually happens) I have yet to provide a thought provoking blog.

So I think I will go home, read my scraps of paper, (which I have been collecting and storing in an old cigar box, since I have started my travels) and come back to this coffee shop and provide something where the reader can sit down with a cup of tea/ drink of preference and read what is going on in my mind.

See you all soon.

Try It, This Does Work..

2006-05-06T12:38:00.000-07:00

We have all experienced lul in a conversation.
There is that akward silence, people look at their nails, take an invisible piece of lint of their jeans or suddenly need the loo. My worst is when there are a few people in a room or around a table who dont really know one another and there is nothing really for them to talk about. We all wait for the brave one to throw them all a life vest and spew out the age old conversation saver, THE WEATHER!

Even though this technique works and has saved me from excusing myself to go and 'check on the chicken/pasta'(or whatever is cooking) I recently tried and tested another line which can save a conversation. Its a VERY simple sentence "who would be three people you could have a pint(or tea) with?" They can be ANYONE, dead or alive, fictional or non fictional, the sky is the limit here!
I was asked this question the other day. I answered, Nelson Mandela, Hitler and then there was a toss up between Eve (as in Adam and Eve) and Ghandi and for the next hour we all discussed why we would choose the people we did and what would happen if we mixed our guests around, got them drunk or if one guest began hitting on another.

So next time your stuck for a conversation starter...
Try It, This Does Work

Honesty is the new black???

2006-04-19T09:01:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine, has this saying "honesty is the new black".
I am petrified of honesty. Im not talking about honesty that we all learn while growing up, telling your mom that you stole a chocolate from a candy store, admitting to your teacher that it was actually Little Jimmy who put the whoppi cushion on her seat, or telling your flat mate it was you who drank the last of his milk. I'm talking about honesty in relation to feelings,thoughts, memories, expectations etc.

In my last few blogs, I decided to take the very big step and write about things that were going on in my head, instead of just writing about things that were happening around me. Telling the world (well anyone who wanted to read my blog) how I was feeling inside, showing that I am not always the happy-go-lucky person I seem to be, was a HUGE thing for me. Being honest to myself about my emotions was scarey!

It seems like everytime I have been totally honest with someone it has backfired in my face, hurt both me and that other person, led to tears, puffy eyes and spending too much money on airtime.
This scenario has been played out twice in the last two months.
The first time I told a friend something which I had been holding back on telling him, coz I didnt want to hurt him. But my honesty led to pain.
The second time was just this week, when someone special to me, was hurt by what I had said, or not said, in my blog posts.

So now I feel that everytime I write a blog, I have to censor what I write and not be honest about how I am feeling.
But I dont think thats fair.
So for those people who read my blog and are upset by what I say, I don't write what I write to make you feel upset, or to poke fun. I write the things I write for me and to let those people who care, know whats happening whats in my life and in my head.
Much Love xxx

Im alone...No More...

2006-03-22T18:29:00.000-08:00

I have been thinking about family allot lately. Speaking to Vicky (my friend I am staying with in Canada) about her family and the relationship that she has with them, with Kyle about his family, bringing it back to the relationship I have with my own family and then with Brenton about family who is not related by blood, but by soul. All of this made me think about the roles that my close family members played in my life and how people who are not even related to you by blood can be considered family.

I am the only child who grew up being daddy's girl. My mum and I were close, but only when I got older did we begin to be friends. I'm sure most girls know what I'm talking about regarding their mum's. Due to puberty, us girls become ranting biatches, complaining about everything and just finding any excuse to pick a fight with mum. It's a sad reality, but only once my mum died did I only really appreciate her. Now that she is gone, I get really mad with people who don’t appreciate their parents. To those people who complain about their mum's being hormonal bitches, who check up on them too often and who wana be involved in their daughters lives, all I can say is "ATLEAST YOU STILL HAVE ONE!!!!!!!!!!" I hate pulling that card, "I don’t have a mum, so you must treat your better" but in some cases I feel like I have the right.

My immediate family is small, now consisting of only my dad and my mum's brother, John (aka Oom Jawn). I lost my last grandparent when I was 11. Both my dad's parents passed away before he was 26 and my uncle never got married, so I am basically his only blood relation left. So my connection with these two men (dad and uncle) is very tight, both of them having a huge impact on decisions I make and it kills me that these very important men can stand to be in the same room as each other. One would think that after they both lost my mum, that it would bring them closer together, but unfortunately it didn’t. They no longer have any reason to talk, besides swop information that I send them.
So you can imagine my joy when I came to America in 2004 and met some of my dads family and got to extend my family tree by a couple of branches. It is crazy that only after one season in America I felt like I had known the family that I had just met, forever. It was quite cool. Every time I travel somewhere significant I meet a new family member. Like this time, I met my other cousin Tina (who is actually 35) and when I go to the UK I will met my dads other sister Vera, her hubby and when I go to Spain, my dad’s brother Rowland and his wife.

Yet why do I sometimes still feel so very alone even though I am gaining more family all the time???
I have had boyfriends, I have friends who I will keep forever and I have friends who I will sadly loose contact with over time. While staying with Vicky for these last few days I have come to realize that often it's the friends who you keep forever, who become closer to you than your actual family. Well that’s how I feel.
Vick and I met only three years ago, but our friendship is so solid that we tend to finish each other’s sentences and know what each other is thinking. I have this connection with only a few people. Michelle, who I have been friends with for over 16 years, Emily, who became my soul sista on our first day in High School, Vicky and then dearest darling Claire, who despite her delicate heart which has being broken too many times, has remained one of the truest people I know. These four girls, and Adam (my very first friend I made via the internet) have become the siblings that I never had. These four people have been with me, during certain critical stages of my life, and have pulled me out of slumps which I would not have gotten out of by myself, times which even my family have not been able to and sometimes not even been aware of.

So I guess I don’t have to feel alone anymore.
Why does it take a piece of writing for me to realize these simple things?
Family aren’t only those who belong on the tree, but those people who stick with you through thick and thin, accept you for who you are and who you can rely on for anything. Picking you up at the airport, packing your bags and holding back your hair when you puke.
I am alone..... no more.

Reflections.

2006-03-15T13:11:00.000-08:00

On the plane again (well I was when I wrote this on paper).
There are no movies playing, I'm tired of listening to my iPod and there are no interesting people to strike up arb conversations with. So I guess it's blogging time. I have been pestered by Brenton about when my next blog will be published, and I guess it is now! HAPPY WOO??? :)

It is weird that whenever I am on a plane, I tend to reflect on the past and wonder what the future holds and this time is no different.
These past three months in Tahoe have been very different to last season and looking back I cant say that I have matured much compared to last year. I think one of the reasons is that I didn't really need to come back to the States, although I am so happy that I did. Last year, I needed to get away, I needed 'Bublz Time'.
I was just trying to live it up last season, experience as much as I could. Soak up everything like a sponge plus it was also very new...

This time, I was living in a house with older people, a couple who were only interested in each other, far away from any parties and activity. I worked and rode, thats all. I was and still am worrying about big people stuff.
Money has been a huge issue for me this season. The season started slowly and bussing 4 hours a day doesn't really pay the bills. Getting your riding jacket stolen doesn't help the situation either, plus having to buy goggles and groceries messes up with the savings plan.
My future has also been troubling me. I have all these plans, which, if they work out will be amazing, but lord know how many times my plans have messed up and changed. I want to start getting jobs which will help me towards a future career and I'm not talking about serving food or clearing tables. I'm talking some real mental stimulation. I wanna write, create graphics, design, crit, give advice, generally use the mass of nerves in my skull towards something constructive, not just "Do you want fries or salad".

So this plane trip has allowed me to reflect on what I have done in the last three months, and how those actions will help or hinder me towards my future goals.
HELPS...
Got a contact through Woo, who I could possibly offer me an internship for next year in a snowboarding magazine. Met people in Mammoth, who are helping me get a job there for next season which will help finance my stay in San Diego during the internship.
Organised a job and a place to stay in England and researched night classes, which will finance my trip back to America and give me extra skills for the internship.
HINDERANCES...
Had issues with Brenton, which added unnecessary pain and stress into the trip and met a guy, Kyle. For the first time in a long time I allowed myself to like someone and then I had to leave him. I'm not saying that meeting Kyle is a bad thing at all, but it has made me look at my trip and all my travels in a different light, it is really lame, but I think about what would happen if I changed my plans and fit them around him and I begin to second guess the decisions I made. But on the other hand it is a good thing, coz if things work out, there is yet another good reason for me to come back, and if they don't then some of my plans and ideas were for naught and the general ego bruising doesn't help ones self confidence. Meeting Kyle could also be placed under the HELP section, coz he has (unknowingly) helped me see things in a new fresh light and had made me look at myself in a more positive way.

I also learnt abit about some other things. I learnt that when you open your heart to people, they can either hurt you or love you and it is the risk that you have to take. Living life worrying about if you are going to be hurt by this person or that person is not the existence I wish to lead and you gotta roll with the punches.
I also learnt that friends can be more loyal than family. Both can lie to you and hide things from you, but friends generally do it much less, because as my mum used to say 'you can choose your friends but not your family'.
Things and people are not always what they appear. Landings look softer than they are in reality, one little wind lip could cause you to get the biggest air of your life and some people are just a shell of smiles, but inside they are rotten.

Wow, I feel so much better.
Letting all that out really helps.
Reflecting and reevaluating is possibly the best way to spend a 3 hour plane trip, besides sleeping.

Changes

2006-03-05T15:45:00.000-08:00

When Woo asked me last night what my next blog was going to be about, I was going to say that I was going to write about the exhausting ride that I had on the very first proper pow pow day we have had in Suger Bowl. But he suggested writing about something that we spoke about in the car on the way back from Mammoth. I was kind of reluctant to write about the decisions that I made at the end of 2004, becasue it was and still is one of the hardest years of my life. it kind of feels a lil wierd writing about some of the darkest times of my life, so that anyone could read it, but I guess that is the whole theory behind blogging, an online diary, of sorts.

So here it goes...
Poeple make decisions everyday, some more important than others. On the 2nd October 2004 I made a life changing decision and I broke up with my first long term boyfriend. No details needed as to why we broke up, but I decided that I would come over to the States by myself for three months.
I was feeling trapped. Not only due to the relationship I was in, but with the circumstances in my life. Dont mean to sound like a dusch, but I felt way older than my years. My mother had passed away , due to cancer. It killed me to watch this once strong woman have to rely on me to bath and feed her. It made me grow up so fast. I couldnt relate to my friends anymore, my best friend and I were drifting apart, my father and I were getting on each others nerves and I was being smothered by my own misery. At times I felt like I was being supported emotionally by others and I hated that. I can say this now, I hate relying on other people. I dont want to depend on people to keep me happy, so I made the decision to get away.

At the time it didnt seem like such a big deal, I mean I was only traveling half way round the world, by myself, with hardly any traveling experience under my, then, 20 years old belt. But looking back I guess it was a big deal. The decison I made did change my life and thank god it was for the better. I met the most amazing people. I relied on myself to get to places, to organise jobs and basically just survive away from home. I was really lucky to have family in the vacinity and without them I dont think that my experience would have turned out for the positive like it did.

If I had stayed behind in South Africa, I would not be where I am now... Back in America :) Because of last year, I had the confidence and the hunger to be able to come back to the US..

So I guess the decision that I took was quite a biggy.
Another big decision was to write about this topic and open my head to anyone who wanted to read this blog. So to those who are reading this, sorry if this made no sence, it's kinda new to me to speak about the stuff which is flying around in my head.

Family Values

2006-02-22T20:26:00.000-08:00

Since I have been in America I have maintained, lost and regained two important relationships.
The first being a friendship which started last year in Tahoe with Brenton. Over the year while I was finishing my degree, living life in Cape Town single for the first time and generally dealing with self loathing issues, Woo was just an email away. Daily emails were exchanged, describing antics of the previous night, regrets were voiced and advice was dished out. I told him stuff I hadn't told anyone back home, for some reason he gets where IM coming from and possibly due to the age difference, he was able to dish out rather grown up advice. But since I have been in America this time round we have fought non stop. After many tears and cuss words, Brenton came to the conclusion that friendship was not what he wanted.
That broke my heart.
Up until that point I had never lost a friend. I didn't know what to do. Words like sacrifice, emotional investment and more importantly, phrases like "you cause me pain", were flying around in my head. After I was told that he didnt want to be my friend anymore, I drew up a pros and cons list. I had heard that this mysterious list worked for other people, so why not me???
To my shock the list came out as having more cons than pros. Thankgod I didnt take heed to what my list said, because a few days later, the shit hit the fan and Wooski and I sorted things out. The whole situtaion was really lame to be honest. Something that you would expect from a group of gradeschoolers, not people in their early and late twenties.
But some good did come out of the bad this time,I realised that many of my actions and words are taken out of context and misinterpreted. For the first time ever, it has become important for me to think about what to say and not just talk. There are many people out there who are thanking the higher powers for my revelation.

Brenton was one of the reasons why I came over to the USA again. My cousin Erin is the other reason.
As you can see from the picture provided, Erin is like my sister. We have in just over a year created and cemented a friendship which will, well, last.
From the first night I met Erin, we just clicked. We like the same stuff, laugh at the same lame shit and cry over and about the same things. One major thing that I noticed with Erin was that we both have ended up with the same type of guys. Both of us have been messed over by guys who are going nowhere very fast. Who we feel we need to help out and almost save from whatever their future holds, or should I say not hold. It's most likely a fault in our own person which cause us to fall for the guys which we have.

Reading back on this blog, I am wondering what the title has anything to do with the content. Family Values.... Sitting here I am wondering what family values REALLY are?
5 min later.....
A have a piece of paper here covered in words which I feel epitomize family values.
Trust, honour, reliability, unconditional love, sacfrifice, patience, understanding, acceptance (kinda the same as unconditional love) and gratitude are some of the words which stood out to me.
Over the last year and few months these two people, one of which is not even family, have taught me alot about family values, which I would not have been able to learn from some other people.
Thankyou to the both of you. In each of your own wierd ways I love you both and thanx for what you have done and given me.

xxx

A substitute for booze...

2006-02-06T07:24:00.000-08:00

I have landed myself a cold, I'm not just talking a small cold, whereby you kinda feel sorry for yourself and have a little bit of a runny nose. I'm talking a cold to rival all colds! So I trot my ass over to a pharmacy and ask the friendly pharmacist to "GIVE ME SOME DRUGS!" After he deciphered my accent (which is apparently VERY thick) he handed me this friendly looking bottle of Tussin. I don't know much about American pharmaceuticals, so while waiting in Starbucks for Brenton to get his freaking coffee and croissant, I took a few good swigs of this harmless looking liquid.
WELL... Let me tell you something, that stuff kicked me home and back again and then some... I was walking in the grocery store and could not stop knocking into shit. I felt like I had been drinking beer after a long day at the beach.
I was later informed by my housemates that all the American kids drink Tussin in highschool instead of booze. I can understand why...

I hit the park the other day for the first time with my room mate Robyn. It was the worst weather in the history of anything, but due to the fact that Robyn and I are such hardcore boarders (ha ha ha, did everyone like that joke?) we sucked it up and went riding. With the help of a hotchocolate and peppermint liqueur, Redbull and vodka and some good old giggles Robyn and I stumbled over to the lift. Getting on the lift is fine when your slightly inebriated, but getting off is the problem. So we were elated when we didn't fall off the chair and rode our way down to the park. Both of us hit the box and landed it first time and we were feeling rather brave so we made the decision to hit the rail next. That thing should be called the "rail of death" coz it could kill you if you fell onto it. Well needless to say we didn't die, and that we landed it to... YEY for us. Thankyou thankyou, I'll be signing autographs later :)
Apart from some other cool stuff that has been happening, that is the only real noteworthy info to write about.
So...
Adios Amigos, it's time for me to have some more Tussin.
xxx

Thru my Eyes

2006-01-20T22:07:00.000-08:00

Took a drive with monkey man today to Sac (like 100 miles from good old Truckee). He found it quite amusing that I would repeat all the road signs to myself (but actually out loud) and would laugh at most of the names that were printed on the road signs. His amusement came from my interest in the arbest of things.

Like Loomis, what the deal is up with that name? I mean, I think if they could name a town that was filled with red necks, trailer parks and mullets, it would be called Loomis. Granted I have never even gone into the town and would not be able to tell you what goes on there, so I should really give it the benefit of the doubt. You gotta agree with me though, the name is screaming hillbilly. Yeah, it took me like five tries to get this photo, I decided to go with the multi shot style on the camera. It worked. I'm all about the multi shot at the moment. You can get some wicked cool action shots using the multi feature on a digi cam. LOOMIS, ROCK ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, I was pleasantly surprised when I took my iPod into the Pod Hospital, due to her terminal disease, aka i dropped it on a tile floor. I was expecting to have to have to wait for it to get fixed, but instead I got a brand new Pod! ROCK ON AMERICA!!!!! Back home I would have to send it into some store, wait a thousand years and then get it back, and still have the same problem.
The only bummer is that I lost ALL of my SA music and my photos, dangit!!!!!!!!

Then we saw some bergie on the side of the road begging for money. Yeah, not so used to seeing Cockasian (I mean Caucasian) beggers, this interested me. This guy was pretty turned out, the only give away was 'the Mullet'. Now don't get me wrong, I am all about Mullets (like on MacGyver-my one and only mullet love) and on people who are under the age of 30.

Anyways, America is pretty funny through the eyes of me.

Peace Suckaaaas....

Life without a phone

2006-01-17T18:05:00.000-08:00

The telephone is a super wonderfull invention.
I know that I am stating the obvious here, but while being out of contact with loved ones by staying on another continent, I have come to appreciate this mode of communication a whole bunch more.
I caught up all the gossip and what not in about 20 min of talking to one friend back home, where it would have taken multiple emails or letters to find out the exact same info.

My mobile phone stolen from my possesion along with a whole butt load of other stuff back home and I was minus a means of communication for nearly two weeks. Apart from my social life taking a dive into the abiss, I was plunged into quite a rutt, due to the fact that I couldnt get hold of people, not to make plans, but just to talk and catch up with what had been going on in peoples lives. Being an only child has forced me to rely on other people for entertainment and just plain and simple emotional stability.Hence the fact that a phone helps me keep my sanity while living alone.

Big up to the phone companies in South Africa. I mean there are only 3 services, but atleast they give freakin reception nealry everywhere in the country. Granted American is WAY bigger than RSA and one would think, that due to the fact that they are a 'first world country' and all, they would be able to supply cell phone coverage to most places. Alas, this is not the case. The places which are not in the middle of no where should by rights have full signal. You should not have to walk to the road in the snow in PJ's to be able to received a freaking text.
I mean is that too much to ask???

Viva la telephones, may they have a long and prosperous life.

I ate some, and then some more

2006-01-16T19:05:00.000-08:00

Well, yesterday was a powder day of some mammoth proportions....
So a buddy (who I fondly refer to as monkey man-due to the fact that he jumps on his board like a monkey) and I went riding yesterday on a morning right after a lovely nocturnal powder deposit. Yep well monkey man was jumping around like a happy mofo while I was trying to not eat snow (like a slush puppy).
Yeah, so while we were bombing down some run, I crossed monkey mans tracks and ate it, and then some with some more on top of that.
It would have been a yard sale (goggles, beanie and headphones) if I had not been wearing my hood. I bounced like a freakin pogo down the hill, head over ass over head over ass.
Had snow on the inside of my goggles (how the hell does that happen).

ANYWAYS, after an "OWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, that was REEEEEEEEALY sore!" I pulled myself towards myself and rode my happy ass down the hill and had a hot chocolate. Landed some jumps and then pulled another double at work.
SO tired last night, slept like that chick who ate the apple and slept for like 100 years and awoke to more snow falling from the heavens.

HALLELUJAH

Serious questions

2006-01-13T12:45:00.000-08:00

While pondering why lint gets caught in a really deep belly button, I wondered if everyone in the world, decided to jump up at the same time and landed at the same time, would the world be tilted on it's axis????
Now, some people may think (okay, a whole lot of people) may think that the above question should be asked by a five year old and that it is STOOOOOPID, but when you are like me and seriously considering doing a snow dance in a dress made of feathers, all questions are asked seriously.

"There are no stupid questions, only stupid people asking those questions"- Steve Anderson (Chef)

Thanx Steve, that really makes me feel better about myself.
The thing is I am one of the 5 people (in the world) who genuinely believe that stuff people tell me are true. I also believe that all people in the world are good.
I'm quite sure where this is going, but just bear with me....
I also think, that there are NEVER any stupid questions, or stupid people, only people who really wana find out stuff about the world.

Yeah, so back to the stupid question I asked.... If the entire population of Tahoe, shouted to the big man upstairs for some snow, do you think he would be able to hear us???

Okay, its time to go comic store hunting....
Wish me luck

Poochy Mama

2006-01-09T19:13:00.000-08:00

Last night I was witnessed my very first dog sleigh thingy majigy.
It was really cool.
There were all these sooooooper rad husky dawgs, all barking and positivily soiling themselves with excitement at the thought of running up an ice covered mountian whilst pulling some lazy dude and his wife. Yeah, to me that doesnt sound like THAT much fun. But for those 12 hound dogs it was a night out on the town.
After my first sighting of those poochies, I decided that I want to be proposed to on the top of a mountain, after a trip in one of those cacoon things that the dogs pull, whilst sipping some reeeeeealy good (expensive) booze. There HAS to be an Araura(?) lighting up the sky as my man (soooooooooper sexy Ashton Kutcher-I WISH) pulled out this really beautifully set (REEEEALY BIG) diamond on platinum band.
I mean Ashton is going to have to be telepathic to know what I expect out of his proposal(or read this blog), this shows that we are conected maentally, and even when he gets a wrinkle or two I can look past this glitch in the matrix and love him for his personality and mind.

Now many people may think that I may seem rather materialstic, but I swear that is not the case. I just like new and pretty things.

Over and Out

Dirty Dancing...

2006-01-08T10:01:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I was talking to a buddy of myne today and we both decided that Patrick Swayze is like the most well rounded film star ever.

The brother can seduce most woman with his sexy dance moves (forget Napoleon Dynamites dance moves, Swayze's are the real thing). He can even do the splits, now I dont know how sexy that is, but it sure shows that he could bend like a pretzel. He captured most womens hearts with his infamous line "nobody puts Baby in a corner", showing his respect for the sistahood.
He added yet another senario to the sexual fantacy list, by seducing Baby with his dance routines.
He even looks sooooper sexy in the tooitest of tooit pants.A feat which only one other man pulled off, John Travolta in Greece.

He surfs (Point Break, acting along side Keeanu- yet another hotty on the list, well that was before Matrix.)Yet this is a rather suspect statement due to the fact that we dont actually really ever see him riding. Yet the whole package seems very believeable. If any guy is in some sort of doubt about Swayze's sexuality he only has to watch Point Break to see how manly Swayze actually is.

This oooober sexy guy is even intouch with his spirituality, in Ghost we see him continue his relationship with Demi Moore (who stabbed me in the back when she started dating Ashton) via Whoopy Goldberg after he was killed.

So guys, if you wana be an all rounder, take some notes from Patrick....
Your woman WONT be dissapointed.

I love new stuff...

2006-01-07T12:30:00.000-08:00

Well my lovely friend from Automaton boards, Brenton has just sold me a super righteous board. I hop this photo does justice to the magnificance of this board. Its got red rails and everything. So for those who are coming to the states and want some boards, Automaton is the way forward. The boards a great and they sell at a good price. So big up to Automaton. Go and check out their site, which is incedently linked onto myne. Co-ingki-dink????? I think not.

We had a freak snow fall last night. Well i shouldnt call it a fall, more like a sprinkly of cold water. Maybe 5 cm. So nothing to get amped on, but i got a new board, so right now a bowl movement would set me into throws of excitement.

I must be getting old. I think I have, somehow messed up my hip. So for anyone who knows how to fix a hip (minus hip replacement) please let me know. Some sort of yogo move that could loosen these old bones would be great.

Best day ever!!!!

2006-01-06T19:29:00.000-08:00

*MWAH*
Okay, so I was expecting to experience differnt things when I was out here, but today seriously placed a cherry on the top of my chocolate (mmmmmmmmmmmmmm) cake.

So this is how it went....
Came back from work today after a grand total of 5 hours of work (so not going to be making enough money this season) and came back to this sweet place that I am staying at (its got a freakin hot tub, how rad is that!)anyways... looked at the thermometer and it read 59 degrees farenheit, now dont ask me how hot that is in SA temp, but it was really hot here!!!! so here I am in my snowgear sweating my, you know whats off, and the decision was taken to get comfy. so I get into my boardshorts and tank top and go and chill in the sun outside on the veranda (granted the sun was reflecting majorly off my soooooooper white skin-but hey). It was SO SIC!!!! here I am in the middle of winter in california getting a tan!!! the snow was literally 2meters away. could not get over it.
To top this ASS-OME off, I procured myself a cold beverage and looked at Donner Lake.

So far, my first kiss, landing my first jump and riding powder have not been able to live up to this moment. It was one of those epic moments that I will remember for a very long time... Thanx to the big man for organising that one....

peace out mo-fo's

I like crayons

2005-12-31T07:54:00.000-08:00

Its 7:55 am.
Im standing at the hostess stand, colouring in a picture of the little mermaid and LOVIN it :)
It is amazing how a 21 year old who has a University Degree can find colouring in a childs picture very soothing. I mean honestly, throw me a freakin bone. Shouldnt I be reading Chomsky or something more interlectually stimulating ? ? ?
I guess at the moment while iI have no work to do I might as well stretch my cranial muscle to its max capacity.

what the deelio?

2005-12-30T21:06:00.000-08:00

Well the weather has been about as skitzo as this girl I worked with last year (and let me tell you, that was pretty skitzo).
Chains were required on the scenic drive (whatever) back from Reno to Truckee, due to the butt load of snow that was finally deposited on the mountain (thanx to the big man upstairs returning from his summer in Cancoon). Then all that lovely snow was washed away when he decided to send the sequal to Noahs Arc to California. I did manage to get out there before it was all washed away.

I got to watch a butt load of Americans all scramble up the mountain to to their 'thang' from the comfort of the resturant that im workin in and then got to watch them all scramble down the mountain when the rain came.
I chuckled a good deal watching that.

Keeping my head above water, and just managing to keep my pants dry...
Peace out

have yourself a merry lil christmas

2005-12-24T21:11:00.000-08:00

It's one night before christmas and all the lil adults were watching some lame christmas show, while the kids sat round the kitchen table drinking frozen margaritas and making sugar cookies.
There seems to be something wrong with this picture. I cant seem to put my thumb on it. Can I call a friend to help me out here ?

Alas my friends, there will be no snow this holiday season. Lets all say it together, one... two... three... "DAMMIT!!!"
It looks like the big man upstairs is on vacation in the islands and has neglected to sprinkle northern cali with the white stuff.

We can all wish for some pow-pow at the moment, but I guess this little girls christmas wish is not going to come true.

It's my first time, be gentle...

2005-12-20T20:42:00.000-08:00

With the help of a very nerdy friend, I have managed to post my very first blog, ever, in the whole world... so for those who are computer literate I apologize for the amount of stokedness I am showing for accomplishing this uncomplex feat.

Stay tuned for more installments of bublzblog.blogspot.com

*mwah*
bublz