kriekki's Blog

Thats so freakin awesome! My one blog got 103 views! For a fairly new blogger I pride myself in that! :) If it's any good? hell I don't know. my spelling and grammar is not always the best, but who care? 103 views !!! ok I must admit I have had a bit to drink, but that is still no reason for me not to enjoy this mini mile stone, is it?
Meh again. who cares.
Thank you to all who viewed my blog and all that are to view more.

PS. I think I'm inlove ;)

I wish you were here. I wish we could do it all again 
The time by the river, you where so cool, and I was my clumsy self  

The night we spent under the tree, our golden feather tree
the stars bursting, the band playing, the complete peacefulnes you bring.

I'd love to see those pale blue eyes again,
kiss those tender lips again.

I'm falling and I'm terrified

So last night I got an invite to go check out this blues band with a friend. Both of us going with the idea that it's at a fully liscenced bar. Well we ahere wrong. We got to the venue, which ended up being a shop/someone's house, where no-one really knew anyone there was no bar (we missed the part on the invite that said :bring your own drinks") and the band that played only started at 11pm and not 8pm like the invite stated.
It was chaos. The whole place packed with hippies and the smell of weed all around. There was no bar but we managed to score some cheap wine off someone and ended up getting asked by the owner of the house to keep an eye on the fire.
Eventually after a bottle wine and getting high on the fumes the band started and I some how could imagine myself being in a random bar in 1969 and having the pleasure of seing Janis Joplin live. the place kept on filling up with strange and wonderfull caracters and I managed by this stage to spill my first drink, which was to be followed by my friend's drink and then followed by some dog licking it up. (beats us having to clean it up :P). we got so lost in the music, the moment, the strange pink chair in the corner, that I completely forgot that I had to be up again at 6am the following morning that when I eventually thought of checking my watch it was 1pm and I didn't want to go home! But I got to pursuade myself the it's time to go.
When I woke up this morning I figured out just how chea that wine was that we drank as I haven't had a hangover like that in a while. But thinking back of the strange yet completely entertaining evening, I have to say, it was well worth it. So if you ever get the oppertuninty to attend a private (unliscenced house party with awesome bands) DO IT!!!

So here we are. Monday afternoon and I'm still feeling the after effects of a rock fest. My body is bruised and tired and hurts everywhere. But somehow I cannot help myself. I always go back for more.
Lets start from the Friday. After packing the car getting, booze and  ensuring everyone has a part rock attitude, we head of to the small venue about 20min drive from Cape Town.
We get there the wind is howling. Some tents that where erect, was just not cut out for this kind of weather. Never mind the sand in my mouth, we put up camp and start with the 4th cold one.
Get our squidgy bottles topped up and head to where the action is. We start off with pizzas and make our way to the stage and rock it out to some local talent. The people are pritty strange and wonderfull and all supporting a good cause, with raising money for the Baby Reef Project.
As the night progressed and as I'm known for I start getting shooters for the majority of the festival. Next thing I know, the bar is closed, bands have stopped for the night and a random bunch of us are all sitting around the table getting even more sloshed and one of the performers pulls out his guitar and there we are drinking and making up songs as we go along and having a hell of a laugh. I ended up hooking up with the guy who I call Edward (He looks like Edward from Twighlight, and he hated that I kept calling him that) The organiser of the event got on stage at 6am with friend and they starting to put on their own show, wich inturn caused this random guy, who no-one knew, to run into a pole. (wish I had thta on video) The rest are all a blur.
Good morning saturday. Oh hangover how I dispise thee. wherefore art though so painfull and torturous? I go and get a quick hangover fix (another beer) and find me some friends seing that I lost mine some how. We spent the whole day lying on the grass getting drunk enough to party again and go show our support to the talent again and getting drunk with the talent again. And the talent was amazing! Some of them I have had the pleasure of seing before and some where new and exciting, where some had the unfortunate bad luck of bad sound on the vocals. (It happens when the sound guy gets too drunk) And so with my new friends we take over the festival again, and the main man behind the fest makes sure I get my caffein fix with caffein injected gum and so we dans of into the night, where I somehow lost my shades (One of the guys from the one of the bands found them again and was kind enough to let me know today). RIP sunday. Hell does not some close to what I was feeling. I went to get me some fluids to get me going again and walked into my weekend monster friends, who agreed that I looked like a wreck. I thanked the organiser again for a wonderfull fest and that it's not a weekly thing. We had a quick chat and a good laugh of all our crazy antics and left it untill next time. Packed up and headed home for what was to be a very long afternoon nap for me. Fuck I love festivals!

For anyone who wondered where I dissapeared to, well to put it simply. I got robbed. Someone broke into my apparment and of some of the things that went missing, (including a flower pot) my laptop was one of them.
Over and above the fact that got robbed and it took the insurance almost a month to pay out, the new pc I got was faulty. After weeks of fighting and harrassing people I got a new, fully functional laptop. :D
Everything that got stolen got replaced except for my own peace of mind and goodnight sleep. I thought that by now I would be over the whole ordeal, but I'm still pritty paranoid and restless.

However I still sometimes get panic attacks, the robbery helped me reconnect with an old friend who I completely lost contact with. I was at a concert just across the road from where I lived. At the concert we walked into this friend of mine and her then boyfriend. So we all ended up watching the show together. Still even during the show and with all the alchohol we had we still didn't really speak. We only actually spoke when she phoned me to let me know someone broke into my place (because I lived so close and us being typical girls, we used by bathroom instead of the completely disguisting public toilets).
She really helped me alot with calling, me and calling the cops and helping me in my total state of showck. I realised that night, with the 3 friends (and their "attachements") that where there that night helping me as much as they did, that I was very blessed to have such amazing people in my life and that I have really took them forgranted the last couple of months.
I guess what I'm getting to is that I'm back not only on EP, but also back as a better friend and an new and improved person.
Oh yes did I mention I quit smoking now for 3 months? Cold turkey!!!

Last night we went to probably the most exclusive restaurant in town, The Pavillion at the Marine. Stylish decor, excellent service and food to die for. What a treat it was enjoying a lovely dinner with good company and good wine. Have to thank the staff who really spoilt us with the extra chocolate board and regular top ups on the wine. The one thing that I did however notice that bothered me, was that everyone else that was dining out that night seemed to be more interrested in their phones than the company they where in. We where the only table that was chatting and laughing and eating and drinking, and just generally having a good time. Have we become so obsessed with technology that we cannot even enjoy a simple meal with good friends or our partners?

So seems like everyone is into blogging lately. I've always been interrested in the idea of blogging, but even when I was a silly little girl I couldn't keep an upto date diary of my life.
I think the thing that scared me of blogging is the question "What do I write about today?"
I find that I don't always have something to write about. or that my stuff is just not that interresting. Other wise I just find my self nervously blabbing instead of successfully blogging.
Well lets see how this goes. I won't promise much, but hope you find it interresting enough.
Cheers my currently non existing followers.
Much love