an update 

hmmm... well... i'm still chilling... pretty much.

last friday myself and pete ventured over to errr... somewhere opposite boat quay to have a few quiet beers and wind down the week. pete managed to use his foreign charms to jump the queue. love the old-style colonial attitude here. let the locals fuckers waste in the queue... that's what i say. with beers costing $15 (R65) a pint, it was defo only gonna be a couple of beers. 

fuck me. did we get shit-faced. pete missed paddling lessons the next morning. pete never misses paddling lessons. he loves backstroke. at 3am the bar had locked up and we were still outside swaying on our bar stools. pete still trying to convince me that some dreadlocked fucker's american idol version of "somewhere over the rainbow" is the greatest song in the world ever. wtf? there's no excuse for that type of behaviour. even if you are super rocked. 

anyway, so in the interests of saving cash, i've been surviving on peanut butter sandwiches, beans on toast, and tuna pasta. and i don't eat fish. it just doesn't smell right. but it's cheap. like dopey's last round. 

so when andrew "toot-toot" joubert told me that he was staying in the 6-star ritz carlton, i was super envious. we were locked up in an air-tight capsule in singapore's millenium wheel (picture london-eye) with a bunch singaporeans (who are ultra-conservative at the best of times), and all he kept banging on about was the food: 

"the food bru. you must check the food. there's sooo much. chinese. japanese. thai. indo. malay. indian. prawns. lobsters. crayfish. stingray. scrape the chilli shit off though. and they have these fresh cooked strawberry cream pancakes. with ice cream. for breakfast dude. it's friggin incredible. and it's free. it's heaven. just don't touch the national fruit. what the fuck is that shit? oh my god. it's fuckin awful. i nearly fuckin gagged on the table. what the fuck is up with people's taste-buds here? it's like rotting meat bru... jussis, i need a huge fuckin shit. must be that fuckin national fruit." 

he then let out a ripper. quality. 

i can't waste time 

so give it a moment

i realise nothing's broken

don't need to worry about everything i've done

live every second like it was my last one