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Petition for Life is Savage to be Hot again:

So this just happened.

Life is Savage, the blogger and twitter fiend is no enemy of mirrors. We love him for it. We love him so much in fact that his little avatar drifts up my twitter feed and I smile softly as it floats past… thanking God, Allah and Tom Cruise for inventing abs, pecs, brown skin and then throwing water over that creation.

Exhibit A: Life is Savage - Your happy place.

I then thought I should draw attention to this with an innocent perve tweet.

And then it backfired.

In a moment of Maiden modesty (or boyish defiance) Savage changed his profile picture (the very OPPOSITE of what I wanted…) to this:

New daddy

Now whilst that photo might still exite and allure me, it’s for ALL the wrong reasons.

Ladies. Rise up. Petition. comment on this post to let our voices be heard.


It’s our turn to perve and objectify men. And they should damn well oblige.

*high five*


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World’s most downloaded Male Model

I have a lot of male model friends. In fact a lot of my closest friends are male models. This is something I can say with a slight pucker of the lips and nod of the head. Hell yeah. Poppin bottles and chilling with models. Take that feminism. Objectification works both ways!

But in all seriousness. Aside from being really, really, ridiculously good-looking they are some of the nicest people I know. And even my (non-model) male friends have gotten to know them and realised that whilst they do spend SOME time staring at their reflections in spoons, and take more on their hair than I do – the rest of the time is spent being awesome.

One of my best friends - Zeke.

Zeke over there is also a very talented photographer and has been one of my best friends since we met at a braai in 2007 and bonded over our mutual love of The Beatles and live music. He’s been there to pick me up when I got my heart broken, send me funny texts when I’m bored, listen when I need to rant – He even cheered me up with a framed photo that he took in Thailand of the Thai coke bottles on the back of a tuk-tuk. Because he knew how happy Thailand makes me, after a particularly bad break-up.

The thing about Zeke is that he pops up EVERYWHERE in print. In airport billboards in England, magazines in Germany, computer game adverts in Asia… even inside the Kulula magazine that I’m on the cover of – The article I did with Loyiso Bala – on the left hand side of it – BAM there’s Zeke waving his hands looking mighty happy. The website I write for moneysmart even has a photo of Zeke on their community pages. In a nice multiracial group – laughing at camera. He’s a dad, a cop, a tennis player and a host of other hilarities that make me and all those that know him peal over in fits of giggles every time he’s spotted.

That’s what makes this youtube so much more hilarious. That.

My friend Brian from Denmark.

And the fact that two of my other favourite people are male models from Denmark. I swear I have never met a bad looking person from Denmark. On all my travels through Asia and South East Asia – all the back-packers encountered. Every remotely beautiful person was a Dane.

The guy in this YouTube is the MOST downloaded man on the internet. AKA – Zeke aint got nothing on him… He’s Danish. Obviously.

The Best bits of this video is how the photographer old-guy seems to be hitting on the model dude. And everything he says crashes and burns. In his defense though, the model dude seems to be a huge douche and very odd… This is not so for the other danish guys I know. And now – because we can all do with eye candy – and because I miss them… here are a few other lovely (straight) male models that I’ve called friends… (another reason why I love my life)

Objectification of the Fairer sex … word!

Aquilles from Brazil. (Pronounced Achilles... yes. like the god. Naturally)

Christian from Austria - Possibly one of the happiest most witty people I've ever known.

Kasper from Denmark. Yet another Great Dane. An intelligent, soft natured human.

Sam from England. My closest friend for a summer.

Yoav from Israel. Phwoar....! (and he knew it)

Remko from Holland. The good kind of Dutchmen.

*High Five for Abs*

This youtube crossed my path thanks to @ThatsMeAngela on Twitter.

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Surviving the Petrol Price

Being a single girl in these trying financial times, I hear a lot of talk about ‘sugar daddies’- but I can buy my own sugar. What I need is a “petrol daddy”. Petrol is skyrocketing faster than it did when it was physically inside the first actual rocket that went into the sky. (Well, that’s not scientifically accurate. But the severity of the analogy is not lost on any of us).

Just last week, I was chatting to my petrol pump attendant (in an effort to distract myself from crying, as I noticed how little the needle moved after what was essentially a R300 shot of petrol) and he was telling me that many motorists have stopped tipping him at all for his services, because they’re too mad about the prices. As if it’s his fault. He doesn’t even have a car. Yet again the bottom rung suffers most.

While there is very little we can do – here are some ways to save petrol in the 2012 mayhem in which we live. And for goodness sake, tip your attendants…

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Ghosts of 29 Birthdays Past…

It’s my last birthday of my 20’s… part of my 29 things to do before I was 29 was to reminisce in a totally self indulgent way about the last 28 birthdays in the land that was Angel.

And what better way than a photo-blog memory. *claps hands* Time for a movie montage… a montage…. a…. mooontaaage?

Ok, so my internet skills aren’t that advanced. Yet. Simple photos will have to do. Let’s start at the very beginning: Wee baby not yet fully cognitive Angel…

the BIRTH - almost.

Three Generations. The two women who raised me... My mom and my Nanna

I can’t even say “awww cute” coz babies really look like nothing more than putty to me until they are 1 years old. If you want to see how my hippy mom chose my name, read this. This is not a biography… it’s a birthdayography anyway. Fast-forwarding right along….

First Birthday 1984

I don’t remember much. But I’ll take my mother’s word that the baby in the photos is me.

Dear God, get a rescue spoon This doll is trapped!

Ok, so my hand eye co-ordination wasn't the greatest. Yet. Ok. Still isn't.

Fast forward 28 years and nothing's changed.
Blue car? Check.
Gangsta swag? Check. Bling high fashion jewelery? Check.

Second Bday ’85

Would you believe that my parents (who were both professional photographers) have NO photographic evidence that I even HAD a second Birthday? Sha.

So here’s a photo of me and my bro when I was 2 to prove that I was indeed not abducted by aliens that year…

I already knew boys were idiots. Look at that face.

Now, the Link to the 3rd birthday (of which there are no photos either… BUT there is a video, which I have seen. So I know I’m wearing this dress:)

Me as a flower girl at 2 - a dress my mother made and would use and re-use... including my 3rd birthday party...

3rd Bday 1986

Thanks to the video-graphic proof I know that I had a party at my house, and all the kids from my nursery school were there. We had a Punch and Judy puppet show and magician in the form of a sarcastic hilarious old British man. Which (might I add) was much more hysterical for grown up Angel than little 3 yr old Angel, with puppets making reference to government officials and calling kids who fell over ‘drunk’. Most entertaining.

The highlight of the video is watching us all sit on our nannies laps during the magic show and how we were all equally enthralled by the mysticism woven.

3 year old Angel. Side parting FTW

4th Bday 1987

Ok, this was a pretty magical one. It was held in the Durban Botanical Gardens and was a fairy and Pixie Theme. (I loved Fairies, much more than Angels… go figure)

4 year old Fairy Angel - I look THRILLED.

Getting the 'secrets' of the treasure hunt from my Dad.

This party was full on with treasure hunt and clues and it ended with a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow… a giant polystyrene rainbow that my parents had made and hung in a tree. It was pretty magical.

My favourite cake ever. Baked by my mom. She used my "ugly barbie"

I have memories of the day, and my worst memory is my mother trying to dress me, and we sat for (what felt like) hours as she curled my hair with hot irons… this was the day we learned a lesson that almost 29 year old Angel knows all too well… My hair DOESN’T CURL. It’s dead straight. Like an Afrikaans boy from Bloemfontein on a rugby pitch.

The cheating tug-of-war

We had a tug of war, and my grandpa (pictured in the dark clothes on the left of the photo) helped our team win… by cheating. He was awesome like that. Also. Look at the boys wearing white tights…. hilarious.

Learning how to blow... out candles.

5th Bday 1988

I ask you, with tears in my eyes – what is a child most terrified of.. after the dark… Clowns. Yes. Well. Bear with me as i show you my mother’s idea for a ‘FUN’ birthday… WHY WOULD SHE DO THIS TO ME!?

CLOWN THEME!? For shame! The redeeming factor is that this was also at the Durban Aquarium, so it was a ‘Dolphin theme’ too. And we watched the dolphin show, I remember that. And I got to pet a dolphin.

Please note the dolphin themed cake. Also baked by my mom.

Yes, so Dolphins and Clowns… naturally.

Another highlight of my 5th birthday would be this photo:

Feed them, then they love you. Learn now Angel

This was my “first boyfriend” enjoying the cake I brought to school… with a very disapproving Granny of mine looking on. Yeah. Swag Angel… SWAG.

Sixth Bday 1989

ah Dear Six Year Old Angel… Again, I have no photographic proof or memory of this. I will have to trust that it happened and that it was awesome. I was in Grade 1 when I turned six… and I looked like this:

6 year old Angel

Dear Six Year Old Angel… in 22 years you’re going to get a lot of tweets.

7th Bday 1990

This was a pretty Baller birthday… we did a huge ‘around the world’ trip as a family that April. We went all over England (where my dad grew up) and saw castles and bridges… then we happened to be in Canada for my 7th Birthday. 

With My Brother and my Canadian Cousin

I met my cousin who lives in Canada for the first time and we also saw SNOW for the first time ever.. on my birthday. A little birthday miracle.

This may be the most awkward photo. Ever.

Canada was rad. I remember going on the yellow school bus with my cousin to check out his school and all the Canadian kids were so rude and pushy and couldn’t believe we were from AFRICA. A kid asked me if I had a pet monkey. I said yes. I told him that we didn’t have yellow school busses but rode an elephant all together. I didn’t blink. You may call it lying. I call it honing my ability to mock fools. At aged 7. Yes.

The best part about my 7th Birthday was that THIS was our next stop on the trip…

Disney World, Florida aka Child Mecca

My life pretty much peaked at this point.

We also did all over America and ended in New York City.

With my bro - on the ferry to the Statue of Liberty NYC

Little did 7 Year Old Angel know, that a mere 11 years later, 18 year Old Angel would be living in New York as a Lingerie Model…


8th – 11th. I do not remember these birthdays. During this time we moved from Durban to Plett and my grandparents looked after me. I was probably too drunk to remember the parties.

12th Bday – 1995

This was a ‘Masquerade’ theme and the invitations were masks that you had to decorate and then wear to my party. The party was on my local beach (Keurboomstrand – near Plett) I can’t remember much more. i think there was a treasure hunt – but that could have been my brother’s birthday… there were definately games in the sand… and a kid stood on a thorn and it went straight through the foot – we could see it sticking out the other side. That was pretty awesome.

12 year old Angel. Picknick up the Keurbooms river. With my sexiest smile.

13th Bday 1996

I was in Standard 6 and lived in Joburg. I had no friends yet. I probably went to the movies. I got my two cats, Romeo and Cleopatra for my 13th birthday present.  – I was clearly training for when I was an unloved adult with cats… Good. Cleo is still alive and kicking. She’s 17 now.

14th Bday 1997

No idea. But I bet it was cool.

15th Bday 1998

Ah, teenagers in Johannesburg. I remember this birthday because I had “quit smoking and was worried that if I got drunk i’d want to smoke” yes, at 15. This was my Concern. We had a sleep over party at my house. Lots of naughty boys and naughty girls and horror movies. My mother was there, supervising. That didn’t stop us from boot-legging some sambuca and getting rip roaringly sick on it… one of the boys vomited the whole night and we made him sleep in the garden. He didn’t care one bit and woke up happy and chilly saying “brr, I’m a cold little sausage”. Most infamous words of my 15th.

(FIFTEEN!!!??? what kind of rebel was i?)

16th Bday 1999

Now we’d moved again and I lived in Somerset West. I was still new so didn’t have many friends. I remember I had a house party and drank lots of hunters… it was pretty tame in comparison to Johannesburg.

This is how "cool" we were at 16. My best friends and I - reenacting a Backstreet Boys poster... yes. REALLY.

17th Bday 2000

This was just another excuse to throw a huge house party in matric. I had lots of friends now and we were all hooligans. I remember chugging a bottle of red wine at some point during the night. We partied to the Beatles songs all night and everyone slept wherever they fell over. It was a pretty epic birthday. I was obessed with cow-spots and got a pretty solid loot of cow spotted things as gifts.

The only photo I have of me at 17. With my Matric Boyfriend at our Matric rage in Breede River.

18th Bday 2001

It was my birthday and farewell as I was about to move to New York City. The theme was ‘Heaven’ and it was a huge affair… with a tent and tables and caterers and more alcohol than we knew what to do with.

You had to dress as anyone who would be in heaven. I was dressed as Eve. People came as Mother Theresa, Princess Diana, Cleopatra, Jimi Hendrix, Bonny and Clyde, Laurel and Hardy, Tu-Pac, Jesus, Jim Morrison and all sorts of other hilarities… I got so drunk that i whacked my shin and almost needed stitches. But I drank more and got over it.

19th Bday 2002

Back in South Africa. First Year at UCT I had my party at the Chilli and Lime in Greenpoint (where the fancy schmancy Spar is now) it used to be a dodgy bunch of awesome night clubs. That was an epic night, and before I ended up passed out on the curb with my boyfriend protecting me… i remember standing on the bar pouring champagne in peoples mouths as the whole dance-floor chanted my name… incidentally – that was the last time I drank until my 23rd Birthday. 4 years of absolutely no alcohol. Good call, drunk Angel…. Most people don’t have conviction when they say “I’m never drinking again” – well, as I lay there, with my face on the asphalt, I was making vows…

20th Bday 2003

No idea. I was in 2nd year UCT and recently single and happy. That’s all I remember about early 2003. I can’t blame being drunk for the lack of memories… must have been drugs this time.

21st Bday 2004

I hang my head in shame. I peaked at my 15th birthday it would seem. remember, I didn’t drink – and I didn’t enjoy being in places where people would all get drunk. I was also in a very serious long term relationship with my boy from Northern Ireland… so. For my big, huge, momentus 21st birthday…… we went out for sushi. Me me mow!

Party up in the hizzy... not.

Sushi was pretty new and exciting back then. I remember it was a few people’s first time trying it. So… there was something ‘amazing’ about my birthday… not really…. sigh.

22nd Bday 2005

22nd Birthday Cake

I really was not cool in my early twenties… i don’t want to say what we did for this birthday. But it just so happened to coincide perfectly with a Westlife concert tour date… and would you believe I loved Westlife. So that’s what we did. My best friend Kelly and I took our two Mom’s to Westlife… for my birthday.

My mom, Kelly's mom and Kelly.. on the floor at the Westlife Concert.

Let me redeem myself and say that we THEN had guestlist at Opium (a baller club in Greenpoint) that a bunch of my friends met me at after the Westlife concert. Mock all you like. I’ve heard it all before. Here’s another secret…. The only reason I bothered getting Opium guestlist at all was that I was hoping Westlife would have their after party there… They didn’t.

True Story

23rd Bday 2006

Fireworks and magic. This year my birthday coincided perfectly with the finale of the Symphony of Fire which is a firework display at the Waterfront. My flat overlooked the waterfront so a bunch of my closest friends came over, we climbed the hill behind my flat… sang Queen songs, smoked hubbly and watched the fireworks.

We took millions of photos… This was also the first time I drank alcohol again in 4 years. It wasn’t really a large amount but I’d made it through all of UCT sober. My friends threw their own party just to see me drinking.

23rd Birthday Angel

After the fireworks and joviality we partied the night away at Ignite (what is now St Yves) and it ended pretty well… in a haze of awesome:

Great Success

24th Bday 2007

24th Birthday Angel

My birthday fell on Easter sunday this year. We spent the weekend at my mother’s house.

Highlights include – Easter egg treasure hunt we made with the most cryptic clues and creative hiding places…

Daring my friend to fit 10 marshmallow easter eggs into his mouth. Secretly adding 5 more eggs to the eggs he fit in his mouth.

Friend winning the dare and making the rest of us go streaking around the block.

24 yr old Me with my best friends.... thank god for sparkles.

25th Bday 2008

My proudly South African Farewell party. I had it in the most dodgy back-alley Karaoke bar off Long Street you can Imagine… the theme was African’s in Asia. Why? because I was about to move to Korea.

This party was marked by Jagermeister. Singing of terrible Chinese versions of pop songs and lots and lots of awesome bad decisions.

Singing for me...

Pretty Accurate summary of my 25th

26th Bday 2009

I lived in Korea. I woke up on a spring day and walked to work underneath the most cliche’d and beautiful Cherry Blossom trees you could ever imagine in Asia. The air was warm and sweet.

My students were particularly adorable that day and brought me birthday presents like cans of coke. We did a play that day, the little red hen, this was for my amusement mostly as I made them wear dumb masks and do stupid things. tee hee.

That night I got drunk with my closest friends:

26th Birthday Angel

I had a birthday party that weekend at an awesome bar in Myeong Dong, Seoul – called Trick.

Trick, Magic

Trick makes two mistakes. One. It allows Westerners into it’s bar. Two – it has a cover charge of only $30 and then all drinks are free. ALL drinks. Shooters, cocktails, beers – whatever. All the barmen and waiters are trained magicians and they perform tricks for you all night. It’s pretty much the most epic and magical night you could imagine… plus you get absolutely RAT FACED…. I was home, in bed… naked – voluntarily… by midnight. That’s a GOOD party.

26th Birthday at Trick in Korea

27th Bday 2010

I was back home in Cape Town again, so had a nice reunion at St Yves in Camps Bay… they gave me a table, with cupcakes and balloons… and lots of long lost friends came to welcome me home.

27th Birthday Angel

The next morning, a very hungover group of my closest friends, my family and my boyfriend at the time travelled up with me to Montagu where we had booked a cottage in the mountains near the hotsprings… we lolled in hot water and around fireplaces all weekend.

Montague Hotsprings.

28th Bday 2011

The Stormers had a rugby match on my birthday.

Stormers themed cupcakes...

A bunch of us went to Newlands to watch together equipped with pom-poms and loud voices…

My friends trying to start the Mexican wave with me...

My best friend AJ and I tried to start a mexican wave for a good half an hour by running up and down the field in front of the crowd. Despite the crowd’s best efforts it never took off. The stormers also lost. :/

28th On top of the Grand Daddy

I had my party that night at the Grand Daddy Hotel Rooftop as they had given me a hotel room as a birthday present that year. We partied up and down Long Street until Helen Zille’s curfew came into effect at 2am and the mother of the Mother City made sure we were all away from alcohol. Pretty epic and decadent end to the night… going to sleep all alone… in that massive hotel bed.

Behaving on the Grand Daddy Rooftop.

29th bday 2012

My last Birthday of my 20s I’m sharing with a friend who’s also born on the 9th of April.

We’re having it on Saturday the 7th April 2012 at the Alexander Bar in Cape Town CBD. That’s on the Corner of Strand and Loop. at 8pm. Come on down, if I know you.

29th Birthday twins. Emil and I - both 29 on the 9th. (please note our colour co-ordinated balloons)

Make some more memories.

This is another of my 29 before 29 list things DONE

*29 years of High Five*


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29 things before 29 years.

It’s my 29th birthday in 29 days. To celebrate my last birthday in my twenties, and because 9 is my lucky number. I am writing a list of 29 things I have never done and ‘should have done’ before I’m 29.

99 Red Balloons… 29 Pink ones.

I will try to get one done a day and blog about the experience. Let’s try and make the end of my 20’s memorable. (then i’ll do a proper list of 30 big things to do before I’m 30…)

red balloons

In no particular order:

1. Get a facial

2. Watch James Bond movies

3. Walk down a busy street with 29 helium balloons.

4. Bake a cake from scratch.

5. Test drive a luxury sports car.

6. Learn ten basic things in sign language.

7. Learn how to play poker.

8. Go to a ballet or Opera.

9. Ride the My Citi Bus.

10. Shoot a handgun.

11. Find the perfect pair of jeans.

12. Learn the difference between names of wine.

13. Help an old lady across the street.

14. Write a Haiku.

15. Make a list reminiscing my 28 previous birthdays.

16. Choose my 29 Favourite songs of all time.

17. Plant a potplant.

18. Meditate for 29 mins.

19. Join a protest to Parliament. Or make own protest.

20. Read in the park.

21. Bake cookies for the neighbours and make friends with them.

22. Make a custom t-shirt.

23. Find a street called ‘Angel’ and take a photo.

24. Reconnect with a long lost old friend.

25. Feed a homeless person.

26. Find a 29 letter word.

27. Donate more than R100 to charity.

28. High Tea at Mount Nelson Hotel.

29. Be on the cover of a magazine.

*Birthday high five*

P.A.R.T. Why? Because We're running outta years to do it!


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old school funny Angel

So, I was googling my own name. WHAT!? (Oh admit it, you all do it.) And I stumbled across my myspace. *snort* oh myspace. remember that?  haha. What a joke.

Anywho. On this myspace *chortle* i found this old ‘fun’ survey that we used to fill in when we were bored at our deskjobs and the internet was still new and novel and we put all of the info in the world up there. Well this is from 6 years ago. (myspace was around SIX years ago!? Holy moly. time flies.)

23 year old Angel was rather amusing. She has made (almost) 29 year old Angel laugh. This was years and years before I even considered being a comic. But she’s mental. Clearly. Perhaps i have regressed with age.

I have copy pasted it (with all its typos in tact) for my archive and your reading pleasure.

All you need to know about the info is I had a long term boyfriend at the time called Mike, who i reference. the rest is self explanatory.

*time machine high five 23 year old Angel*

23 Year old Angel.

Funny Random survey –

The letter A:
Are you available?: nope
What is your age?: 23
What annoys you?: being asked what my age is. hehe – no only kidding, that’s silly. potatoes with umbreallas on the back of tapdancing mice really annoy me.. i mean WHATS with the umbrella people…. ?

The letter B:
Do you live in a big house?: My mom’s house is big, my flat is fair enough sized for a 3 bedroomed place.
When is your birthday?:9th April

The letter C:
What’s your favorite candy?: Tempo chocolate, or any chocolate actually – also cherry flaovured anything.. and ice lollies that Jess buys… mmm!!!
Crushing?: Bones, teetch, babies skulls??? be more specific – EH what the hell, it’s all great
When was the last time you cried?: when santa left me underwear

The letter D:
Do you daydream?:sorry what, i wasnt concentrating?
What’s your favorite kind of dog?: the kind that doesnt bite back.
What day of the week is it?: Thursday

The letter E:
How do you like your eggs?: edible
Have you ever been in the emergency room?: yeh. silly silly, Naked chainsaws races may be fun, but they ARE risky.

The letter F:
Have you ever flown in a plane?: my uncle owns an airline. so that means you have to assume that not only have i flown, but im ALSO super cool – oooh, can’t touch this, da da da.
Do you use fly swatters?: just my tongue
Have you ever used a foghorn?: hehehe, ah man, its on my ‘to do’ list

The letter G:
Do you chew gum?: Gum, Gun, cyanide it’s all the same. right?
Do you like gummy candies?: well, only if all the teeth have been removed.
are u a giver or a taker? you got to give a little, take a little, let your poor heart break a little – thats the story of,…. that’s the glory of… (ok ok, i’ll stop)

The letter H:
How are you?: sperm met egg, thats how.
What’s your height?: as high as my hat. and shorter than my arms when they are up like THIIIIS.
What color is your hair?: shhhhh. no one really knows.

The letter I:
What’s your favorite ice cream?: with toffee and all the bits of the baby’s drool that i stole it from removed.
Have you ever ice skated?: yeh i have, im a pro, every winter here in africa we wait for the temperature to reach it’s all time low and hit the ponds, and…. get wet . (anticlimax, much)
Do you play an instrument?: i can click my mp3’s in winamp.

The letter J:
What’s your favorite jelly bean?: cherry
Have you ever heard a really hilarious joke? have u ever seen a mirror?
Do you wear jewelry?:a ring, since 2000, never taken it off… NO NO, stop crying boys, it’s not a wedding ring… hehe, it’s from my mom as a matric farewell thing.

The letter K:
Who do you want to kill?: hmmm, now im all pensive in a dark serial killer kinda way – if it was night time and i had a fendora and a spot light id be in an awesome film noir movie – BUT its not, and the FBI and little green men see everything. so… kill? (haha, awkward laugh) NO ONE! tee hee *shift eyes away*
Do you want kids?: thats an unfinished sentence, do i want kids to carry all my stuff, do i want kids to make me really cheap clothes in hot sticky little badly ventilated sweatshops…? i’ll get back to ya on that ;)

The letter L:
Are you laid back?: If Mike is feeling more assertive than me. ;)
When was your last kiss?: see above. haha.

The letter M:
Whats your favorite movie?: Titanic 3, but no ones seen it.
Do you still watch disney movies?:still? why wouldnt i? is… it…not…cool? WHAT?????
Do you like mangos?:MUNGO MUNGO – ah, yeh – i eat anything.. they dont call me anaconda for nothing *drops head* They really do call me anaconda — sigh — they are mean.

The letter N:
Do you have a nickname?:well, mike calls me stinky bitch whore… and everyone else calls me God. (you do too, i hear you — i hear EVERYONE and to answer ur last prayer- NO, you are different and everyone knows AND they are all laughing at you, RIIIIiiight now – ME TOO… whahahahahah!!!!
Whats your favorite number?: 9, coz its so much more intelligent than 8 and 7 just pissed me off the other day and 8025987425972435 is too long to remember. BUT I CAN
Do you prefer night over day?: *silly question* (That means i cant answer it.)

The letter O:
Whats your one wish?: WORLD PEACE!!! (done before ? ohok..) Me to be queen of EVERYTHING and have all the money and stuffs…
Are you an only child?: we are all but only mortals. and no, i have a brother – a big one and two beeeeeeeeeeg sisters.(twins)
Do you wish this was over? Well its more fun than dropping bricks on pidgeons… which is what i could be doing.. well, ive never done that, but it sounds pretty fun – actually more fun than this quiz – (added to ‘to-do’ list together with “blow fog horn – pref near people”)

The letter P:
What one fear are you most paranoid about?: Im not PARANOID!!! who have you been talking to? Who…WHO…!!! WHO… AHHAHAHAH TELL MEEEEE.. AAAAAh!
What are your pet peeves?: homeless people pretending they are hungry, please man, your only homeless not foodless, get a new sign!!!

The letter Q:
What’s your favorite quote?: “I think the worst time to have a heart attack would be during a game of Charades” (wahaha)

The letter R:
Do you think you’re always right?: THINK? no no, KNOW.
Whats a good reason to cry?: If your house burnt down and your husband left you and reversed over your foot and you screamed in pain, your neigbours hearing you scream, assumed a person from the mental assylm had escaped (again) so they leaned out and aimed a shotgun at your buttocks, and shoot you – then you sprint across town, hobbling on ur broken foot and fall off a bridge onto one of those huge barges that carry garbage and on the barge you see your dead dog that you THOUGHT had gone to go play on a farm with bunnies, and as you sit up a piece of scrap paper slaps you in the face and u pull it off and get a paper cut – that hurts – THEN u can cry – as you drift to be dumped with the rest of the garbage in the middle of the ocean…

The letter S:
Do you prefer sun or rain?: sun – or rain. (ambivilant much?)
Do you like snow?: aside from being cold, it would be ok – but i dont know if i could get over the ‘cold’ thing.

The letter T:
What time is it?: time to get a watch (dont u hate it when ppl say that?) nah – it’s 3.20pm
What time did you wake up?: 8.20am (i think)
When was the last time you slept in a tent?:oh, you know… that one time -no no, mike pitches tents all the time – teeeeeeee heeeeeeeee.

The letter U:
Are you wearing underwear?: …what the…? ….How did…?*blush* dooo dooo dooo *whistle*
Underwear or boxers?: DOOOOO DOOOOO DOOOOOO. !!!

The letter V:
Whats the worst veggie? the kind in a wheelchair (ooooh WAY harsh!)
Where do you want to go on vacation?: somewhere where i can exploit their poverty so that i may have favourable exchange rates and abuse all of their natural resources so that they might be able to feed their 7 kids and goat (so, indonesia or south america. then)
Where was your last vacation to?: Southbroom, KZN with Mike. oh no – it was St Helena up the West Coast. Also with Mike.

The letter W:
What’s your worst habit?: taking life too seriously (cant u tell)
Where do you live?: in my head.
What’s your worst fear?: you finding my head. i mean home.. i mean.. *pop*

The letter X:
have you ever had an x-ray?: No, i never did date a guy called Ray.
have you seen the x-games?: They used to be games? thats weird. what are they now – The most boring confusing, the x games. we used to have rules and play games BUT that’s a thing of the PAST ladies and gentle men.. watch as these x contederes .. dooo.. NOTHING.!!
do you own a xylophone? RUnning out of ‘x’s there are we tiger?

The letter Y:
Do you like the color yellow?: no need to ostracise a colour just because of its negative connotations (you yellow bellied lilly livered pussy!) — where does that come from anyway!?
What year were you born in?: 1983 the year of the PIG. dammit.
Whats one thing you yearn for?:cherry flavoured keyboards – i dont know why. the heart wants what it wants.

The letter Z:
Whats your zodiac sign?: Aries
Do you believe in the zodiac?: does the zodiac believe in ME?
What’s your favorite zoo animal?: Im not allowed to talk about that, they said that if i so much as mention it again then they WILL take legal action… sigh… but i just LOVE THEM SO MUCH, i cant help it…

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2 girls 1 mic

The latest internet phenomenon: Two girls…. one…. MIC. *cough* what were YOU thinking? This is the latest epic high five moment in my life.

2 girls 1 mic

Kamini Pather and I have our very own radio show. On 2oceansvibe radio! Fridays from 1-3pm. #2girls1mic

We talk about topical subjects that amuse us, play songs that make us bop and mock each other for our differences. It’s the ‘not that kind of girl show’ where we laugh bawdily and talk candidly. After all – it’s internet radio, so that means. Not only can you listen to it anywhere in the world, but we have no censorship! (and no sponsorship – but we’re working on that). We will throw down F words from time to time and other words like Friday, Feline, Fiddlesticks, Fun, Flirt, Fornicate, and Fudge.

Yesterday was our first ever broadcast, live – with a webcam to point and laugh at us – and with lots of buttons, dials, keyboards and tabs on screens. It’s 2 girls 1 mic – they never said anything about all the knobs and  buttons!

But us savvy girls know how to push buttons, both in our relationships, love lives and radio lifes. And (much like in our relationships and love lives) sometimes we pushed the wrong button. But our smooth talking and fast thinking eased over the bumbles – like we try in real life.

We had the hilarious Tracy Klass in studio as a guest in our second half.

Back from her highly acclaimed and sold out one woman show ‘Klass Struggle’ in Joburg. She sashayed in, wearing full leopard print (or is it cougar print?) and brought us a celebratory bottle of Pongranz to toast our first ever show with a bang and pop.

Our other in studio guests were aKing band (who had just been announced as SAMA nominees for Rock Album of the year, the day before). They walked in like real rock-stars should and started popping bottles, causing kak and making us laugh.

The studio got a little chaotic with all the bubbly, humour and wit being flung about. And Kamini and I scrambled to get back on top of things – Like mountain climbers summiting Kili – we emerged victorious. A little dizzy, a little altitude sickness and a little sweaty from the stuggle… but victorious none the less. And on top of a mountain…

All in all I’d say it was a win of a first show. The podcast will be up soon so you can judge for yourselves. (and i used the term ‘judge’ loosely, don’t judge us. We’re new. )

Tune in next Friday 1-3pm here  — It’s Kamini’s turn to push buttons and turn dials. We should be better on our second time… and if not, we should be funny.

Follow the hashtag #2girls1mic or follow 2oceansvibe radio on twitter.

Or you could just follow Kamini and Me. (but you do that already…)

*high five*

2girls1mic NSFW. NOW safe for work.

All the amazing photos were taken by LynnD. Make up by MishtotheD. Hair by Scar.

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