Jam jar

Hello my peeps , wossup , how are you doing , I'm fine thanks you (he says with a blocked nose and half asleep) , firstly I have to apologise for not updating my page in a week ( I was unable to log on , I believe that either technology has a vendetta against me or I'm an idiot and I do not know how to use a simple keyboard , although I like to believe the former , the latter is true).

But anyway ..... Todays subject is as you can see jam jar , the reason I chose todays subject is mostly dedicated to the primi piati's drink (the most awsome) served in a actual jam jar it consists of of red bull , bacardi white rum , mainstay cane and some other beverages that I for some reason cannot remember(strange) but anyway (what was my point again) , uhmmmm, I just forgot what my point was that I was going to make , but to all my primi piatti virgins , one which I was until about 21:30 last night I would highly recommend it their food is extremely delicious and the service is out of this world ( yes I just plugged a chain restaurant on my blog and no I'm not getting paid "yet")

Oh yes what I was going to say before the thoughts(the many of them) got in the way was that my head is like a jam jar , the reason for this analogy (yes its the big people words time again, no I still do not know what they mean , I only use them to seem educated) is because my mind is like that primi jam jar its a combination of many good things that can be bad for you , for eg. I'm constantly thinking (good) some people will say that's a good thing (yes it is if your mind makes sense to yourself, well mine does not) well basically my mind is always racing with arb and random thoughts which for some reason does not always stay inside my head (apparently my mouth truly is a hole in which everything I think just seems to fall out of) but then again my racing mind can also be a good thing because I'm not a fighter , not anymore ( not since discovering that I have the ability to confuse my opponent into submission , by just opening that hole and letting the shit fall out) , I'm the king of fighters. But anyway that is my blog for the day (I think) , for future ref I will try and update as much as possible . Goodbye peeps cyas

My gene pool

Goodmorrow my fellow plebs (no insult intended but if you do feel a sting all I will say is hehehe) but anyway the subject of todays rant is my gene pool yes my gene pool.

Weelll let me get started on this pool we speaking of , I am of coloured origins ( the rest of the world calls us mixed race ) I've got ash brown hair (its hair with a kink in it , so it looks like matted dog hair*woof woof*) I have a mixture of hazel and green eyes (or as the high school gals said "you've got weird eyes") those are the items the items that attracted the wife to myself , yes "its the eyes the chicks dig the eyes" but anyway , I also have light yellowish skin colour ,( no I do not have jaundice , or kidney failure, and I'm nt sure if self inflicted liver failure might bring about this particular result) . My baby bro and myself looks very much alike except he has pitch black hair . And my sister looks almost looks chinese from a certain angle ( except a bit taller) .

Well now I know you will think that I sound like I might have swann dived into the white hand side on the deep end of the gene pool , but now here comes my mixed blood , I might have passed the apartheid era pencil test just as long as I did notopen my mouth you see I have this little problem I speak with coloured accent I do not find it a problem but this confuses people because alota people makes presumption about my race ( I'm usually mistaken for being white especially by my african brothers) , so the looks on the faces of the people is hilarious when I open my mouth to speak . Ok wait let me stop with this idiocy before I further confuse myself so cya folks

Why I hate my boss

Good morning everybody ..... Ja well I can't really say its a good morning now can I , my reason for this is well because I hate my god damn politically appointed useless lout of a commander , he is one of those praise the wrong doers and pick on those who struggle to keep their head above water , the people he praised was involved in two shooting incidents but I get wrapped over the knuckles because I drank coffee on parade , really I get told I dnt have discipline , me , fuck it I walk to my crime scenes , I walk to and from my complainants and I get told I don't have discipline , my god man , why don't you go check my fucking track record , and another thing don't you tell me about when you were at college because I'm not interested in your stupid past , all I ask of you is to not mess with my day , because you do not know how my day has started so do not presume you the sun does not shine out of your ass . But anyway thank you for letting me vent on this area you do not know me so I apologise for ofloading my priblems on you ....... Ciao

Do i know you

Two posts in one day , its a bit unusual esp. Coming from myself , a person who does not blog over weekends , but this is something I have to say before I forget . Its who the hell do you think you are asking me for my water , do I know you just because someone put you in a taxi and gave you the perception that you own the roads you think you can sit in your vehicle , roll down ur window in traffic and practically demand MY water , well brother I don't know you , I don't want to know you annd as far as I'm concerned you don't exist so next time you ask / demand water have the decency to pull over get out and ask nicely and if I refuse my damn water don't you dare swear my mother because brother that will be your last words ....... My ode to the taxi driver and sliding door operator , c'ya

Gym time

good morning ,good afternoon ,and good evening to one and all , how are we doing on this beautiful day on gods green earth (ok now I'm done being civil for the week , its monday I've gotta start my week of with a bang) , but anyhow today's subject is all about my experiences that I've had at virgin active and how its affecting impressionable young mind (or lack thereof) .

Well to start off this is not my first time going to any form of gym I use to belong to a local gym in the town I reside in , it was not fancy ( but it was useful) , I then discontinued my patronage at this particular gym(being a sissy boy I couldn't handle a little pain)<= the truth, => my version ( ja hey I don't need the gym its not really a challenge for me hey) , but anyway back to the point I was so eloquently trying to make ( see I also know big words , I don't know the meaning of or even know how to use properly) the gym after leaving the small town gym , I won't put it lightly or candyt coat it but I gained weight ( I became a fat ass) , I then joined the police force , went to the police college and yet again lost all that weight ( truth be told I resembled a half baked lolly pop) well to cut a long story short , I returned home started my job and settled down , back into my comfort zone ( yet again giving my ass its own zip code and telephone number) .

Now you see this is where my blog starts to make sense , well about 3 weeks ago I decided once again to join a gym (this time a international chain) in the city , well things started off great , I felt great i, I actually felt awsome after my first session , but during my second session the poop hit the fan , its during this session after my work out and shower, saw something that has scarred me for the rest of my no good life , why is it that old men in particular aimlessly walk around the gymn locker room with no clothes on , do they forget they are naked or are they trying to prove a point , if so what is it and why , because quite frankly I've attended a autopsy , I've seen and touched dead people but nothing has repulsed me more than that incident .

So please old guys (yes that's you grey haired dudes with the big bellies) please be considerate and do not let willy swim in the wild , because god knows I do (I repeat ' I do not) want to lokk up from tying my shoe laces and see it , please & thank you . Thank you for reading my blog today , I do enjoy ur visits , I'm gonna be goin now cheers ya'll

Driving noddy's car

Good morning my peeps whassup ...... Todays subject is something I find extremely important , that is poor perceptions on good cars due to their looks and their size , I made this mistake most of my driving life and I've only been driving for more or less 5yrs so its extensive .....not really but considering that I have a love hate relationship with driving ( I hate the fact that I love it so much) but anyway the reason why my headline is driving noddy's car mostly concerns the car my wife (justellabella) recently bought and how I've actually come to actually love driving the car ( I actually like her noddy car a uno more than my own a beast of a jetta) , I personally was never a fan of uno's until I drove this cherry red little monster I always thought they were stupid looking cars driven by grandmas and mom's but guess what I was wrong ( and I hate being wrong , even though it happens often , yes I can admit that I'm more often wrong than right , just don't tell the wife) but anyway like I said I've learned to love that car just in the week that she has had it , even though the wife says I look stupid driving it because , I'm kinda big and the car is too small for me ( I think she is just jealous just because I don't drive the car I wear it mxm , but anyhow I drove the to work this morning from my home to the city and what joy to drive (sigh) but anyway my point is dnt judge a book by its cover no matter hw small it is ..... But anyway I gotta go and whup ass now so cheers for now

My life anew

Hey wotsup my peeps , the subject of today's blog is my life anew , what it basically means is , that I actually don't have anything to say right now so because I have a blog I've gotta put up something , even if its nonsensical ramblings of a madman .

But anyhow My life anew .....let's see , aaahhh yes what I wanna say is for the past 3 yrs I've been trying to embrace change , I've been trying to grow as a person and grow up as a husband , there are many factors that has spurned on this need to change , the first is the fact that in my previous life ( when I was single) I had basically learned look out for myself because I had literally adopted the adage its the survival of the fittest , I had become a cold calculating bastard , but since having someone to share my life with I've had to learn that I no longer come first , I'm still learning how to share my emotions (which I still find difficult) being a man and all , but that is how I started my life anew a accept everyday of my new and scary life as a challenge and I dnt give up easily . That's all I have to say today so pip pip and cheerio

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A day in the life of a rookie

Whatsup yaaall? ..... I'm just putting up today's short post to update you in the day of a rookie detective . In order to do that I'm going break it down for ya , ok :

1) Wake up 04:15 prompt and prepare for the work day
2) No time for breakfast gotta catch the train at 05:30
3) Get to my office at 06:15 to catch up on some paper work
4) Have quick coffee before 07:30 if possible
5) 07:30 attend morning meetings and hear how useless we are
6) 08:30 deal with clients and hear how useless and illiterate we are
7) 12:00 hope to have some lunch if possible
8) Continue doing the job ai ja
9) Get home sometime before and start supper
10) 18:00 the wife gets home
11) Have supper and relax
12) 00:00 go do suspect raiding
13) 10:00 get home and chill job over day done to start over
Now you know that there is no horatio caine and his one liners solving a case in one day its alota insults and waiting and trying so ppl please appreciate the effort we doing because rome was not built in a day cheers I'm out.

The good ,the bad & the ugly

Hey there whatsup world how are you doing (I'm trying to improve my grammar) along with my manners hehe that's a work in progress apparently ......but anywho the point of todays rant is to let yall in on the brilliant day I'm having . First of all today I actually woke up on the right side of the bed (which if you ask my missus rarely ever happens , not being a morning person and all) , well the reason for my good behaviour / mood or whatever the masses calls it is due to the fact that yesterday that yesterday the missus bought herself her beauty (a little noddy car also known as a fiat uno) which also made our jetta my jetta whoooo! That's the good.

The bad is the fact that same uno has small problems thus making it as yet undrivable for her at this point in time which disappoints her and elle shows her disappointment (the biggest puppy dog eyes) so now it requires alota manual labour from myself not that I mind any form of labour to make her happy but father in law is not the type of person to wait for the weekend so yes that means I work this afternoon and tonight bleugh but I'm more than willing to do so" sacrifices must be made for the greater good"

Buuuut anyway now on to the ugly as of today I was put on a forced coke restriction the wife being concerned for health and all and also due to the fact that I might have a slight addiction to the stuff (which I don't) it just tastes so damn good and I've got this unquenchable thirst when I dnt have atleast a can of it but I'm not addicted ......so ja that's all I got to say for now so cya peeps I see ya in the near distant future

welcoming myself to blogpost

Well as you can see this here be my first post on my new blog / wall or whatever you call this .......*uhm okay let me start off by introducing myself you knw manners and all. Ok I'm the rookiehero I'm called this by the old lady (my wife) due to my extensive military , industrial firefighting and now policing (I'm currently employed as a detective within the saps) experience but I have to add I was a milkman an apprentice carpenter and a manager in training at a fast food chain (notjing heroic about attending to customer complaints all day is there ;)) I rather consider myself a anti-hero my choices in my life with regards to my careers was mostly driven by the need to be accepted in society , growing up as a shy and awkward child , my parents "going" their separate ways and not receiving much of anything from my old man prompted me to join the army and hopefully fall of the face of the earth which I obviously did not because I'm writing this blog aint I.

But yeah moving on , I spent 6 years hiding from the world , 6 years of my life I won't say that was completely wasted (but it was a waste of time ) in those six yrs I've grown up somewhat but not entirely (the army makes a man or man -woman out of you) I've experienced many things eg celebrating my 21st birthday by myself on my army bed , having my hair shaved off , border deployments night operations , firefights(shootouts), the accidental deaths of two of my colleagues one of which was a good friend and war simulations (being a amoured recon driver that was my most unforgetable experience I loved every minute of it , which boy that has a tank to drive wouldn't ) I also severly injured my knee my shoulder and broke a thumb(playing soccer with my squadron) . My point is this in those six years away from home hoping to find happiness I wasn't truly happy until I found what I was searching for at home , she knows who I'm speaking about she brought me home and made me whole again (I'm speaking about my wife , my life , my reason for being who I am ) ishe gave me the courage to face my demons and gave me shelter ( not that she is fat cause she aint) to hide from them but before I bore you let me have a soapy moiment and say .....next time on days of my life "from soldier to firefighter ) this is rookiehero sayin peace.