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Muay Thai

This random high-five goes to fighters.Not the opposite of ‘lovers’ type of fighters. No, no, I’m all about “make love not war… and if you can’t make love, then heavy petting is STILL better than war.” BUT – when it comes to sweat, muscles, the thud of shin bone hitting punching bags, the smell of tiger-balm mixed with sweat and adrenaline… THAT’S the kind of fighter that just gives me a lady-boner. Muay Thai.

There’s just something about the discipline, the focus, the rhythmic tapping of jump-rope, the rhythmic tapping of punching bags, the rhythmic thudding of roundhouse kicks…  and of course the bodies. Oh dear sweet Goddess Athena, the BODIES.

Signature Muay Thai kick.

Trust me, it’s cool. It’s SO cool. It’s like boxing, but much more interesting. In boxing they punch. Jab, Hook, upper cut – that’s about all the combinations you can hope to see. And it’s cool. I love it. But, imagine you allowed these slick, speedy boxers use of their elbows too. Oooh, you didn’t see THAT one coming, did you – (neither did the opponent… knockout! )

Muay means  “Art of Eight Limbs”. Fists are 1 and 2, elbows are 3 and 4. Then we get knees 5 and 6, and the ever powerful legs make up numbers 7 and 8 keeping things interesting with teep kicks and the signature muay-thai roundhouse kick. Take these basics, mix them up – throw in some flying elbows to the head and you have the skill and awesomeness that is Muay Thai.

Here is a badass video that I found, teaser trailer for the new MPL – Muay thai Premier league:

Muay Thai is the national sport of Thailand and a lot of the Thai traditional signs of respect such as bows, and the Wai Kru (a spiritual blessing dance) is performed before the fight. They play Thai music over the fights and if movies have taught us anything it’s that Everything’s more interesting with a soundtrack!

If you’re in Cape Town and you want to see what I’m talking about, check out Quentin Chong’s gym Dragon Power (where I train) or come check a live fight. Trust me, it’s worth it.

The next fight night is this Saturday 30th July 2011. I have my tickets… gonna be an epic one.

Fight Night 30th July 2011

*roundhouse jumping high five to your face*

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Does a Monkey say “cheese” or “Banana”?

My random high five goes to the wildlife photographer, David Slater – for leaving his camera unattended in a rainforest in Indonesia. A curious little monkey got hold of it, and started snapping off self portraits like this one:

"I'd put this on FB if i had opposable thumbs"

How much do you love that?

How happy does it make you?

Apparently, the monkey liked his reflection, and the sound the camera made when it snapped a pic, so kept snapping. He took hundreds of pictures, the photographer said that he felt like he coulda got a whole family portrait had he left them to their own devices a little while longer.

Now for the 'serious face'

*High five* little monkey, at least you didn’t pout.

Read the whole story (with more pics) HERE, at Daily Mail.co.uk

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Standing Up, Making Jokes.

This is my random high five for myself – Self high five. Like masturbation, but I’m less likely to do this in public. ;-)

I had to grow a pair of lady-balls, and I had to let them swing low. I was booked (without much say in the matter) into a stand-up comedy lineup. I spent the few days prior, sweating profusely, crying, rocking back and forth in the shower (to clear away all the sweat) and then procrastinating and ignoring it.

It’s all a blur but I found myself on stage, holding a microphone, in front of a packed house. (That part was good)

Aside from the possessed hand, all went according to plan...

I told my first joke, they chuckled (that was great). Then I told my follow up joke – they laughed, a lot (that was amazing). By the time I delivered my first punchline and they cheered… well, I needed to change my lace panties, because I was pretty much orgasming right there on the stage.

Here is a teeny-tiny snippet of that surreal moment. Taken from the middle of the set. I can’t put my whole routine up. Partly because it makes me cringe, as I bumble and flap my hands far too much… and partly because I don’t want to show ALL my jokes, coz then I’ll have to write brand new material – and let’s be honest. My shower hasn’t recovered from the last sob-fest of terror.

*click this link, I promise it just opens the video, I can’t seem to embed it on the page – but it wont redirect you anywhere dodgy*
http://www.facebook.com/v/10150700949425433

Since this, I have been booked to perform at Beefcakes on 31st July 2011.

*Self Gratifying High Five to me – and for everyone who gave me moral support, and fake laughed.*

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2 years of Exploring Universes …RIP?

No one's looking....

Today marks the 2 year anniversary of the day that Ian Wood left us after a valiant battle against the lung cancer called mesothelioma.

He was high-spirited and laughing till the end, in his cynical way.

We used to forget his birthday because it fell slap bang in the middle of the winter holidays every year. In 2006, he was backpacking solo around Europe and updated his Myspace blog (!!) with these words:

“It was my birthday, and all of my friends forgot – again.”

It’s ironic that now we all remember his death-day, or “new-birth” day into the fun realms of the Universe. AND Facebook doesn’t even send us a reminder.

Ian Amused by Adi & Will passed out in the back of my Car

People say RIP, which means ‘rest in peace’ but, Ian – Woody, Eeny, Naaidoow… I want to take that RIP and edit it to ‘rip’ as in… Rip it up out there. Don’t chill and be in peace watching TV series in the cave… I’m sure you are astral travelling and learning infinite knowledge – Love it. Rip it up.

In memory – here is the transcript of the Eulogy I wrote for his memorial service in 2009:

My friendship with Ian all started with Avarice. Which, given that it’s the biblical term for ‘greed’, might sound

somewhat suspect. And it’s ironic that such a word would symbolise the start of a friendship that would in fact embody everything contrary to that word’s meaning.

My 25th Birthday

Avarice was the topic for the first film that we were assigned at UCT. One of the 7 deadly sins. I was a 20 year old girl who happened to be brave enough to take on the terrible duo of Ian and Adrian… or Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum as the rest of the film class affectionately referred to them)
And that was when my life changed.

Ian, Angel & Adi - We know where we live!

It was then that i was first introduced to the passion, intellect and many colours of little Woody’s vibrant personality. It was then that I acquired two of the best friends a girl could ever hope to have. It was then that the Universe changed my life forever.

By 2004 Ian, Adrian and I made our home in Greenpoint, Cape Town. We called ourselves “the cool-group” – for obvious reasons. (hehe)

Ian, always the resident chef in our flat.

I got to see so many colours of that boy over the next 2 plus years of living together, colours which have enhanced the pallette of my life forever and I am so grateful that I was lucky enough to get to know him during his short but influential time on this plane of existance.

Ian was the smartest and wittiest guy who always had razor-sharp comebacks and ascorbic sarcasm. He seemed emotionally untouchable and rolled his eyes at sentimental movies.
But the second you needed him …. whenever my heart got broken or the world was mean to me, Ian would switch

Adi, Mat & Ian, in our pool

over to the most sensitve and sentimental guy who truely cared and always knew what to say.
He was loyal to a fault with his friendships and truely loved all of them. Im sure most of you are at this memorial today, so you know what I mean when I say that.

Giving some good head...

Woody had the most contagious laugh when something really amused him — and given his slightly sadistic nature things that amused him could be someone hurting themselves or a granny falling over in the street — but usually it was his friends. His eyes would light up and he would retell stories of parties or highschool or just debate amusing anecdotes together (like what the weather reporter on Mars would sound like, – Welcome to Mars Radio! It’s a hot day outside – because we have no water on our planet! Today’s forecast, Effing hot… !) 
There were more nights than I can count where we stayed up ’till 3am – stone cold sober – laughing togther until the neighbours would pound on the ceiling to hush us up.

Ian, Naidoow, Plank. So many good memories, so much to say. I know I’m famous for talking too much and Ian is rolling his eyes at me where-ever he is now because I’m hitting capacity. So, in closing I will say that my life started when Ian became my best friend.
I have never had more fun than those years of living together. I watched him work his way valiantly (with alot of

Ian (In blue spandex) holding me for a stunt fall in a Ninja movie.

grumbling) through the bottom dredges of the film world until he reached the hard earned level of respect. I watched him eat entire bottles of pickles in one sitting. I watched him text sms’s with impressive speed whilst never once looking at his phone. I watched him meticulously label all of his food so that we didn’t eat it. I watched the passion in his eyes when he spoke about film-making or writing or the world that interested him. I watched that flicker in his eye the day he first came home after meeting Kathleen… and then I watched him fall in love with the most wonderful girl he could have found.

Ian & Kat.

I wish with all my heart that I could be there today, to be with you all – to hear your stories of ian. To remember him together.
But I’m here in Korea, sending you all my love. Just sitting here, thanking the Universe for the time that it gave me to know Mr. Wood. One of the best friends a person could wish for.
To quote Peter Pan: “To die would be an awfully great adventure.”

And as much as we miss him, he’s the first one to get to see what’s out there and I know he’ll be there waiting for us,  to catch us on the flipside.
See ya then, “Buddeeeee.”


Love always.

Angel (or as Ian called me – Dongle)

*Parallel Universe High-Five*

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Put Tu and Tu together.

Once in a while, a moment comes along in your life, where you want to pause… step out of your body, turn around – look at the scene and then lift your hand, to ceremoniously high-five yourself on the ethereal plane.

This happened to me last week. I got to shake the hand of, laugh with and talk to – a Nobel Peace Prize winner. A person who’s name gets dropped by people like Oprah and Michelle Obama. A man who is FRIENDS with Mr Nelson Mandela, and has been for a great deal of years… Arch Bishop Desmond Tutu.

What a wonderful soul he was. He was beaming with joy and happiness, and had ample time for each and every one of us. He even went out of his way to tell us how important the job of comedy is in the world, to make people feel good and laugh – that it was an honourable endeavor. Arch Bishop Desmond Tutu took the time to compliment US!

Below is the exchange between he and I.

Such an honour to shake his hand.

 

Realising I was the "Bikini girl" he took off his hat and grinned.

Basking in his Joy.

*Nobel Peace Prize holding hands High Five *

 

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