SURPRISE!

The past few weeks have been hectic. when people ask how I am I respond saying I am busy, busy, busy. It seems though that the work that I was busy with was not enough for me to get to the right places. the work load is shifting into a lower gear now, exams are on their way, but I'll only be writing three- so there is no excuse for me not to ace them. Because I only have three exams I can now go home early. I am planning to arrange with my dad only, so that when my brothers get home from school that day, they are going to get the surprise of their lives.

I'M A DRAMA KING

I woke up this morning feeling , well not too good, I missed breakfast, because my alarm isn't alarming anymore, I woke up two hours earlier because my roommate was on the phone with one of his friends, and they weren't exactly whispering. To make it worse I have the flu. I decided to skip my two classes for the day and over-exaggerate every possible scenario, which almost resulted in me having a panic attack. I am writing on Saturday and am not ready yet, I might have missed a vital practical class that could count for marks, sigh, everyone in the block including my roommate are carrying on like starving baboons in a third world country zoo. I am a drama king and I love adding spice to my life, that's how I roll. When I eventually fell out of bed, I staggered to my feet and realised that life is great and all these depressing moments turn around sooner or later.

AM I THERE YET?

I've been thinking... I usually don't when I write because I feel that it limits me. I don't have any obligations where I am sitting now. Nothing is important enough for me to stay here and live and learn a little bit more. I could book a ticket and be home by tomorrow. It is kind of good to know that I am not living here because of obligations, but other reasons. Graduation, friends and experiences aren't obligations, they are opportunities.

INBREEDING

This blog is no Dr Phil session where you get fame from all your problems. You can't solve the biggest problems under lights, cameras and a director screaming down your ear. Inbreeding is a word that I have personified to represent any fighting that includes you and your friends or family. Why? Well, it always results in little breeding sessions of gossip and tension that is filtered to leave a bad taste in every body's mouth. I love food, but the #@*& that you eat from other people is just unnecessary. So, I choose to walk away. I am not a coward by confronting the argument, I am being true to myself. I hate it when, girls especially, are using vulgar four letter words to undermine each other. Adding fuel to the fire is not going to help anyone. It might take three days to make up, three weeks, or usually three months, but eventually majority of them do kiss and make up. I don't fight with my brothers anymore... I guess it's because I don't see them as much as I used to. We make time for laughter and smoking, you name it. We have realised that fighting is like so primary school...

SQUARE ONE

I hope that you know if the lady serving you breakfast or the bird that chirps you awake are the first elements of life that you encounter in your day, you have to be careful, because they have a hold on you. I say this because we all have a connection with people or things that we interact with. It takes two to tango, but if someone is in a bad mood, you shouldn't adopt their persona. There is always a hero in a drama, so leave the dance floor with your head held high in search of another partner. When birds sit at your window sill and flirt with you, play hard to get, have a little fun. When you're in class and the lecturer is comical, laugh hard and give them a wink. Appreciate your happy days, it adds years onto your biological time bomb... oops I mean, it gives you a calmer presence, and makes you live longer. Play in the field and get off that damn office chair.

ASK BEFORE IT IS ALL OVER

There are certain moments in your life, when you're standing on a wide open field, and no matter how good your hand-eye coordination is, you won't be able to catch that curve ball that life throws you. What I do, is stand and wait, because most of the time, we see the curve ball coming. Some people choose to ignore it and hibernate in a state of denial. I choose to make the most of it, by psyching myself up. I usually go watch a movie at the cinema, I buy myself a double chocolate muffin, or relax with a hot cup of rooibos tea. I sometimes see it as a form of procrastination, but once you realise that the curve balls are stepping stones, you invite all your close brothers and others to join in the fun. When you are about to go for a stressful interview, write a final examination, or take your tenth try at a souffle out of the oven, you need all the support that you can get. When others feel involved in your life, they feel that they are important. When others are involved in your life, before a curve ball comes, and they are able to rejoice once it has been caught and thrown back, they feel like a part of the team. How big is your team? Are you the only member, with an audience on the sidelines?

BREAK THE SILENCE

You might not be the closest to your siblings, you might not even choose them if you were in the family version of Survivor. Would you actually have been friends or talked to your siblings if they were born into another family, and lets say you were all at the same school? Without a doubt I know that I would have crossed paths with my two brothers and I would have befriended them from the first meeting. Just like your soulmate or mates are somwhere out there you have adoptable siblings just waiting to be signed on to your Sunday lunch guestlist. To this day I have two blood brothers, three adopted brothers, and three adpoted sisters... I do it because it's fun to have a big family and today's life doesn't exactly allow for every family to have a mini soccer team running around. My point is you can choose your adopted siblings so make an effort to accept those that will ultimately make you a better person. Remember, BRO'S before hoes!

IN THE END

I don't have any sisters and it's just as well, because she would have probably increased the probibility of us all getting grey hair before the time, this wouldn't have helped seeing as half my uncles, still young, have hair identical to your ancient professor. You all know that most girls like older guys. My sister would have probably done the same. A question that my brothers and I always get when we are face to face with new 'brothers' : "DON'T YOU HAVE A YOUNGER SISTER"... I laugh, ignoring the question, thinking bru you don't know that your subconscience just labelled me as hot, but had a pitty party because I was the wrong sex! In the end, my family is made up of one girl (we're not test tube brothers), that's my mom, and four boys-daddy, me, Ricardo and Bronwill.