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February 9, 2010

Types of women (I have come across)

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 7:46 am
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There is a lot of men hate on the blogs. Men are all pigs. Men are all bastards, and the only good men are the quiet ones. Gaap

Anyhoo, Not all men are the same. Its like since its not OK to classify people according to race we thought sex is OK. And men have to just suck it up because damnit we are men. Let me just say, being a jackass is not restricted to race, nationality, sex, religious persuasion, gender or ethnicity. People are different. Men and women. There versions. People, like cars are different. Sometimes they’ll get re-called because said vehicle is a danger to you. Sticky peddle.

There are different types of women out there in the world. No this is not a throwback to a time when women were barefoot and quiet in the kitchen. Its the honest truth. There is no one size fits all when it comes to women and if you don’t believe me, just wait till she finds underwear she swears doesn’t belong to her.

The complete nutjob

The complete nutjob aka psycho aka she-devil aka Satan’s sister is often mistaken for a normal person. They are sweet and worm their way into the tiny crevices of social relationships. Signs to look out for though are conversations that end in violence or violent thoughts. So something along the lines of “if he ever cheated on me I would cut his balls out and nail it to my door.” Not exactly spur of the moment violence, its the kind of comment that shows thought has gone into it, which means she probably has a book with little violent plans which will probably have your face on the side of a milk carton.

The ultimate girl next door.

This is the kind of girl that when you see her you hear The Verve’s Lucky man playing in your head. She has everything, looks, the classic look not the pseudo hooker look, no one has a bad thing to say about her. Its what we men call “marriage material.” The danger of this type of girl is that most guys become the brother figure because a) they don’t use their usual whorish lines which gets them smacked, b) They actually listen to what she says instead of thinking what the timesframes will be to removing her bra. She’s the girl next door, a guilt inducing title gets more friends than lovers.

The Daddy’s little girl

Fuck Daddy. Daddy is a douchebag. That is sort of what most guys are thinking every time the girl who is otherwise perfect goes on about how great daddy is. Daddy makes Superman look like a prison bitch. Daddy drives the fastest, Daddy has the most money, Daddy makes the best decisions. When things become homocidal is when she says things like, “my dad thinks you should…” This sentence is usually met with door closing response and rapid footsteps down the road.

The previous lover woman

We’ve all been there. You are the first guy on the scene after a break up. Unless its a rebound break up the appropriate time to wait is 6 months to 1 year. Why? Because you will always be the substitute. The previous guy, regardless of what a doucheknuckle he is, will always and I mean always do things better. Left unchecked, this could leade small dick syndrome. That is the official medical term. Basically the package looks smaller everyday you are in the relationship. There are three options on how to deal with this, a) find said guy, pound him in a dark alley and make it look like a gang of cunning turtles and an old rat did it, b) ignore her and just work extra hard. This is the time it is useful to apply the principle, ’tis better to give than receive. If you catch my meaning. c) walk away.

The ESB – Extreme Social Butterfly

All women are social beings. Unless you live in some backwater country where its OK to keep women locked in dark rooms, woman will go out with friends and go to parties. Most husbands seem to think that once a woman gets married she gives up all rights to the world outside the kitchen. But you do get the extreme social butterfly. You know the type who thinks its a crime to be caught at home on the weekend. Who has to be out and seen out. Whether its a wedding, a party or some random braai with Chad the guy no one really knows, she’ll be there. Signs to look out for are low attention span, a tendency to complain about having to go somewhere but never ever says no. in these cases its OK throw buckets of holy water at them but it won’t do anything.

The Jealous brow beater

Ever been in a movie, some woman on screen is standing in her bra and she looks like a Hooters waitress? Then you get home and you get cold shoulder?

“I saw you looking at her?”

“Who?”

“The woman on the screen.”

“I was watching a movie.”

“But you didn’t have to look like that.”

“Look like what?”

She makes face of dog waiting for food.

“I didn’t do that.”

“Yes you did. I asked for popcorn and you didn’t even look at me when you gave it to me.”

This is based on a true story and one day will be turned into a silly made for TV movie starring Abishek Bachan. He dies in the end. Everyone gets jealous. Sometimes its reasonable. Sometimes its just insane. Have the talk. If that doesn’t work, leave her outside when the sun comes up.

The Sports Nut

Most guys who enjoy sport will probably tell you this is a rare find. Because she doesnt support a team because it has Ronaldo. She knows the difference between a soccer and football, she knows why they have two innings in a cricket match and she thinks Lewis Hamilton is a douche. Apparently they are out there.

The cool chick

I only wear prada, I only buy milk from woolworths, I only… If only you would die. Before you introduce yourself she’s worked out how much the clothes you’re wearing cost you. Excellent manipulator. She usually has more make up on her face than a Red Square store. She speaks in brands. Which is like speaking in tongues except speaking in brands is as a result of selling your soul to Satan. She has an opinion about anything and everything and usually shows her approval of everything by giving a very loud woohoo. Also known as Woohoo girls, sometimes confused as ESB’s.

The Intellectual

The Jedi of the female species because there are so few of them and as a guy you need a game plan that is solid. These women are not impressed by small trinkets, they could probably afford their own shiney objects. So pitching up in Daddy’s BMW is going to get a yawn and I’m very tired, I call you when I’m free response. Stupid boys need not apply.

The Magazine/movie/TV show applies to me tart

“Bella is so me. I see myself in her.” she says twisting a lock of hair around her finger. Hey here’s an umbrella, its lightning outside. During the prison break years, you would often hear them comparing real life men with the fictional Michael Schofield. And put your hands up guys if you have ever heard the if only more men could be like [insert fictional character] Has a tendency to say things like: Tyra was right about you. I saw this happening on Oprah and Gail says we should…

This particular prized gem has an inability to distinguish between reality and fantasy. She watches or reads something and looks for where you are not matching up. You could try explaining that this is not a TV show in which case she would probably start quoting Dr. Phil. Run. Run like the wind.

Feel free to add your types. Watch out for the ten things about men that I am ashamed of. Because I am an equal opportunity arsehole. :)

Hamish

February 7, 2010

gift shopping

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 9:11 pm

I don’t like shopping for gifts. I think I try to put more planning into gifts than the US Army puts into invading sovereign countries. The thing is I have received a lot of shitty gifts in my past. Some are thoughtless and others are plain damn rude. Like the neighbour who gave me some small plastic helmet which was supposed to be a desktop stationary holder. Some of it was missing and I eventually used red helmet to practice my up and unders. What can I say, England had just toured South Africa and Rob Andrew was doing legendary things.

The thing with gifts for women are, either you’re trying to get your naughty bits touched or you’re not. Give the wrong gift to the right person and you will be sending out the wrong message. Anyway here are some gifts and some considerations. Feel free to add your own. Thanks to MJ for the suggestions.

1. If you’re gonna buy her a tiger, make sure she’s a cat person first.

2. Don’t buy her chocolate body paint. She might be a diabetic.

3. Those little soap gift packs that people love buying, the ones with the lotions? Those are usually given to grandmothers with poor eyesight who think its chocolate.

4. You can’t go wrong with flowers. Ever.Its like the allrounder of gifts. It does what you need it to do when you need it.  If flowers were a sportsman, flowers would be Jacque Kallis. Except flowers would have scored a double hundred by now. Dry flowers are not flowers.

5.  Perfume. Unless you know the person really well, give this a massive leave alone outside the offstump. Every woman knows what she likes, give her the wrong gift and forever you will be known as douche.

6. Gift vouchers – the gift that says I have money but no taste and don’t have a clue as to what you might like. Put the gun between you teeth and squeeze, you are now officially classified as that guy.

7. Lingerie – I knew a guy who bought something sexy for a girl that was in the same class as him. Now either he was very brave or very stupid. That’s just creepy.

8. Chocolate – Another sure winner. Because any woman who doesn’t like chocolate is not someone you want to know. Not even in a naughty way.

9. A Facebook gift. Like Facebook pokes are about as useful as putting a pig in silk. So save it. Rather do the whole happy birthday, hope you have a wonderful day on the wall thing. Its lower than people that text message you or leave you Mxit offlines. My last birthday someone left a message on my fan page.

10. And a lesson to remember for eternity (or while you’re alive anyway) never, ever give a woman a present that is actually some machine meant for the house. Like a vacuum cleaner or microwave etc. She will kill you while you sleep.

Off course you cant go around giving everyone presents. Its like apologising to everyone. Unless you mean it, don’t waste your time. And if you are going to give someone something, at least make sure its something they’ll like instead of something you bought because you felt you ‘had’ to do it.

Hamish

letters to my ex

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 8:42 pm

Eventually everyone reaches some stage in their life when a past relationship sits on your chest like badly digested steak. The stuff of nightmares and there is a moment that you wish you could go back, do something different, not so that you could still be together but that things would end differently.

But things end the way they are meant to. And eventually you reach that warm sunshiney spot when you just don’t care anymore and all the words you wanted to say, whether its I’m sorry I was a jerk or I’m sorry I stuck around longer than I should have, whatever the case, the words don’t matter and you reach this perfect little spot when all the pieces fit together perfectly.

Another sign I’m growing up. At least the grey is not going to waste.

Hamsih

February 4, 2010

I confess, I am an addict.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 6:34 pm

I have struggled to withdraw from the net and from my phone. Periods of the phone being switched off (battery out – spook style) haven’t lasted as long as hoped. But I soldier on. I am trying. But there is so much I want to say on my blog. And the President Zuma thing has made it very difficult and forced me to admit:

I am an addict.

So President Zuma has another kid from another woman and the nation is up in arms. He is disgusting I heard one woman say and I confess, it means absolutely nothing to me. I don’t care. Yeah that is my honest answer. Doesn’t concern me. In fact I am quite impressed that a South African President can go to these lengths to show his commitment to his electorate. I mean where in the democratic world would you find a president willing to create his own pension fund.

Confused?

President Zuma is about to unveil a host of new products, endorsed by him, bearing his name and trading on the image, name, likeness of the man we know as President Jacob Zuma.

First things first: Men’s fragrances.

Calvin Klein's new fragrance - Real Man by Jacob Zuma by Calvin Klein

This is our president’s other endorsement offer as well as sneak peak at the ad campaign.

Tap that, Hit that. Zuma: The only thing harder than a diamond.

Uncle Jacob turned this one down. This was just cheesey.

That's just not fitting of our president.

And after you’re done “suffering” the effects of the potency of the Zuma fragrances, keep up with the rest of life with:

Jayzee energy drink. Redbull might give you wings, Jayzee gives you lift.

So while all other government employees might be waiting in line for the pension cheque, our innovative president has taken the lead in creating his own wealth. I mean how many men do you know can still get it up at that age. Well done Mr. President, keep it up.

***

This is not the real thing, I don’t know who Mr. President has signed with. One thing is certain any fragrance that purports to be able to have the same effect on woman that Uncle jacob has, will be in constant demand.

And after a hard day of coitus, top up with an energy drink. That is what we call in marketing terms, creating a synergy.

Hamish

January 28, 2010

Blog awards: Nominate your favourite blogger or most hated blogger.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 11:29 am
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As I finish with my manuscript I thought its time for some blog awards. Well for some bloggers still left. So over the next month I want readers to nominate their favourite bloggers for an award they think is worthy. For example, hottest blogger can have nothing to do with a blogger’s physical appearance and everything to do with their writing skill. Another example of a category would be blog most likely to threaten the environment, blog that would be a complete waste of paper it was ever printed, blog stillborn award, cognitive masturbation award, most likely to be quoted on CNN blog award, Used to pick up chicks/guys/goats blog award, most likely never to be updated blog award and Thank God their blog died award.

Ok you get the picture. Be creative, and if you’re being mean, be clever. if you think of a category lets see some names to go with that.  In short I will pick the best ten categories with nominees. If you nominate someone please include the following

  • Name of blog and blogger
  • Category you’re nominating them for
  • the URL of their blog and Twitter link (where available)

Nominations can be posted in comments sections. And if someone wants to brand this (appealing to the graphic artists here) drop me a line.

This is open to all the poor folks who get ignored by the SA blog awards. We’ll show them. Show dem, show dem, make da circle bigger. (love that track. makes me giggle like a chubby schoolgirl whose found a stash of Tinkies)

And your times starts…3

2…

1…Go!

January 25, 2010

Nut up or shut up

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 8:19 pm
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Some people will die in the rush

I am embarking on experiment. Inspired by WaseemD’s comment on Twitter, I am embarking on journey to cut out the use of the following:

The Internet – yes, email, twitter, Facebook, porn, WWE, BBC Sport, searching for random shit just because I am bored and want to know more ways to kill a man with a paper clip and newspaper, my blog, Youtube and porn.

You just had to click on the porn links. You dirty, dirty, dirty people.

Cellphone

Why would I undertake such a monumental exercise? One because I find myself too attached to inanimate objects. Call it the Tyler Durden in me but when stuff you own start owning you (Thanks Chuck) its time to get some perspective. And perspective I have. Besides I think I might enjoy the challenge. I don’t know how many people could go without their phone or ignore that need. You know that need. The need to know if Obed from Nigeria wants to give you 40% of some dead billionaire’s fortune after his entire family was killed in a crash. Or to see who has commented on your retarded Facebook status. Fuck it, where are our minds, I am typing messages like their Twitter updates and might not yet have graduated to the leaving out of vowels, but I am one step away from becoming that person that start writing crappy novels about a shimmery queer vampire who looks like a retarded Dylan from Beverly Hills 90210.

I don’t want to be that person that Stephen King hates.

So I am cutting myself of from the Internet with the following condition. That I can use my email to submit my manuscript and then its until the end of February. No cellphone, no Internet. Can I do it? Will I go mad without being able to update everyone on my RI? Will I lose it because I can’t share how much I hate some people?

Will life just actually go on. Holy crap. Now what? I am actually just realising how much of day is being freed up. How much time I will have to do… I’m not so sure. No email to check? But what if someone has something urgent? That is the common excuse. I need to live a life less cluttered. Or maybe I am just pissing in the wind and there is not getting out of the way of the Machine. It permeates your life and you can’t do without it.

But I am going to try. Now if I actually want to say hi, no two line you like good as a schoolgirl email. True story. Now I actually have to pick up the phone and say it.

dead silence.

Ok I got to go now. You know. Stuff to do. And stuff.

I would dare some of you but I know that would involve scalpels, bone saws and lots of plastic. I like your guys too much to mutilate you.

So see you in a month. Around March.

Hamish

Job Hunting

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 10:59 am

The sacrifices we make for a job.

I don’t like hunting for jobs. Guess that is why I seem destined to look for it. I know, how could I have resigned during these turbulent times. Look I’m not saying I don’t need money. I need money. Flat arse broke is not a fashion statement. But you know when you go to work and you feel your chest closing up and the skin on your face itch at every angle, well maybe the salary is not worth it.

Well if you can call it that. There was a lot wrong with my job. I got offered an opportunity with SABMiller. A tempting opportunity. I turned the good folk down though. Me and those rules again. And sure you can say that maybe I shouldn’t have such high values when I am skint but I like to believe that money is NOT the motivator for me. I hope a new employer can see that. That what I do, I do because I want to do a good job. Not because I am worried about my pay cheque. That is what happened at the last job, could virtually set your clock by it. He walks in sulking, its nearing pay day. When he says the office got 9% what he actually means is that they got 20%. You know, small things. And the last bit, a boss can’t get upset when he says we need to start attaching a Rand value to our contribution at work and then I send him a break down of my contribution to the company 4 days into the new month which outstripped my salary.

Ok so I was being a cheaky bastard there, but that sort of attitude devalues and demoralises the team. It just pissed me off in the end. Even telling him that my salary was not enough got the “I know I am underpaying you” response. Because then it did become about money. It weird how two way everything really is. Out of the door goes all the little things, like communication, honesty and integrity. Its all Rands and cents. Who can work like that. You want to give of your best and you can think of is, son of bitch doesn’t appreciate this and I don’t get paid for this shit.

So I left and now I find myself in familiar surroundings. The cover letter, the CV and the faint hope that I come across as intelligent enough to land the job. In the last 3 months I have been fairly busy but now its time to get back into it and discover new experiences, teach from your experience and learn new ones. I like working. My friends called me a workaholic. What can i say, I enjoy doing a good job. I hate pettiness. I hate the paranoia. I hate the lack of appreciation and sense of entitlement some people feel because they pay you, what they readily admit, a pathetic salary.

Where the hell did our humanity go?

Hamish

The I give up chronicles: Waving the white flag of love

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 6:38 am

I give up. What a pussy.

I learnt something quite unexpected. No one should ever feel like they’re making a concession when it comes to a relationship. Most people feel like its a battlefield out there and try to find the one person who will also concede. Concede. Ugly word that when thinking of relationship. Like waving a white flag and saying, shoot me now, cupid you swine, I don’t care that I am at an agricultural show.

I guess finding that special someone is not about their eyes, or their lips, or their ability to make you laugh. Its about someone giving more than a crap about you, warts and all. They love you, the real you. And most of the time I have been so busy trying to be that guy that they want that I competed myself right out. No regrets though.

Just makes you think. Are we so willing to please other people that we forget to please ourselves first? Do we feel guilty? Who the fuck really knows to be honest. But the moment of clarity struck and this needs to go up here, partly to ward off invites to match maker meetings (You know who you are. ;) ) and because it shows that I am moving towards clearer thinking.

Must be the Yoga.

Like I said before, 2010 is going to be different.

Hamish

January 23, 2010

Would the zealots please shut up.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 5:32 pm
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Call me one of those psychotic/sociopathic types, but I get tired of the religious punting that goes on. If its not some well meaning Muslim folk, its one of the Charismatic Christians inviting me to come and see, or some Hindu relative convinced that I’ll see the error of my ways and come back to the fold. The very fold I knew nothing of when I was a Hindu and no one bothered teaching me either.

Now maybe this is sacrilegious but I am getting tired of all the religious advice, because the one thing that I have noticed is that religious people, you know the people that fill up their spiritual void with dogmatic practice and doctrine. My father did this so therefore it must be right. Or it says so in print and therefore it must mean those people are going to hell. Now when I hear those things I think why would anyone want to worship a petty, mean, angry, selfish, god like this? And the preachers are getting younger and their voices are getting sterner.

People come to me and tell me, God has a plan for you. As if the current state is some miraculous, heavenly pause button. Isnt this part of the plan? You can’t suspend God for the bad things and credit only the good. If God’s plan is true you have to believe that even the bad things that happen is part of His plan. And hearing that from some self righteous cocksucker doesnt make the medicine go down any easier. It feels like broken glass to be honest with the chips becoming sharper and sharper by the day. The last thing you want to hear when you’re in a tight spot, is that God knew about it and this, is all part of his plan.

Off course I’m just saying. Who knows what God is up to. I don’t. And from the sounds of things some of the so called learned folk have no fucking clue. headless chickens bumping into each other we now look for solace in Islamic Hip Hop. That is the title given to Islamic Music by a still smelling like mother’s milk Moulana. I giggles. But it was all fire and brimstone with that cat. He didn’t pick on the moffies. That is always a firm favourite and I wonder, what is the obssession with gay people. Surely what they do is between consenting adults and God? I mean you can take the believer to the water but you can’t drown them. Easily. That is the obvious target these days. The folk different from us. All of a sudden as we all return to God’s holiday house in our suburbs, the stompers and bashers go a little mad and leave you thinking, the world is your enemy, be careful where you sleep.

All the riotous screaming and shouting and wild accusations and finger wagging, has just turned me off. Because I don’t think that Muslims are the world’s most secret victims. I don’t think every Jew is out to get “us”. I don’t think we need to slaughter and say we’re doing it for God. I know I am speaking in extremes, but that is what its become. The Yahudi and Nasaarah, sworn enemies according to some. And I am just a little tired of trying to figure out where I fit in. Because whatever I am doing, I am doing it wrong. One person says Music is haraam, someone says its halaal.

I dont know anymore.

I dont give a fuck anymore.

Because God is quiet through all of this. Because while we’re being honest, the plethora of Muftis and Maulanas are about as clueless as a rock. Their answer to everything it seems is to go back to the old ways, which to me reads like going back to old fashioned, cruel times where we try to ignore the fact we don’t and have not lived like that before. Virtuous some would say, but its head in the sand tactics. We face different challenges, our minds are different and we have questions now that require intelligence instead of heavy handedness. In the course of our history, Muslims stand at an important point, we must look forward if we truly believe that our way of life is universal way of life. Leaning forward with one foot in the past, picking on the usual suspects smacks of self righteous indignation and a sign that we are dying as a nation. We’re living forward dying to go back. Back to what? A time of ignorance? A point when we can deny the progress human civilisation has made? So that we can get drunk on the achievements of the Arabs? I’m not Arab. Does anyone understand what I am saying?

For me personally, its been a challenge. And it is becoming more challenging all the time. I don’t know where I stand. Its all very confusing and I dont know where to turn to get answers.

So please would the preachers please STFU.

Hamish

Stop talking and start slicing

Filed under: Uncategorized — Hamish Hoosen Pillay @ 4:51 pm

Try as you might, some things are just not meant to work out. I don’t like people who close themselves off but want you to be open. Or people who ignore you but tell you that everything is fine between the two of you. I ask once and after that its just a matter of time before I start trimming the fat. Some people like the fat on their meat. I hate it. I’ve never liked it. I use that mentality when it comes to keeping friends. Trim the fat.

Actually I am just pissed off and figured this is the best way to deal with it. Removal. I don’t like being ignored and wonderful editor hates my one worded sentences. Something about goatees and berets. I don’t she’s a little crazy so I just nod. I’m scared of disagreeing with her.

But back to friends. Some people have a fear of not having friends, of being alone or not being noticed. They keep people around for the sake of. I don’t do that. If I make an effort, its because I want to, not have to. The moment I feel like I am being ignored, on purpose, or when someone is holding out on me, I take measures to have them removed. Hence the picture. It can get messy by you do what you have to.  Point is once you’re out of sight, you’re out of mind. I don’t waste my time on people who piss me off. Well I try to anyway. You have your issues and I have mine. Now its time for everyone to be honest and just admit, this has run its course.

So I begin my annual pruning. Real estate in Hamish land is worth its weight in gold.  All part of my 2010 resolution to stay lean and mean. Excess baggage weighs you down in the end. And I want to be a little selfish this year.

Time to take stock. One head at a time.

Hamish

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