2 november 2011

Kellys words on AI

"I’ve been asked for many opinions and interviews about Andy Irons and the situations and decisions that lead to his early departure from our world. It’s not something I take lightly. I have my own opinions about not only Andy’s choices and how he ultimately got to the place he did, but also about the way these things are handled from all sides of the story. But what is right? And whose opinions actually matter other than those of his family and closest friends about who they knew and how they feel inside? What is it that each of us hopes to take away from the Andy Irons story? And what is it that we want to give to the story of his life?

I dealt, in a strange way, with the death of my own father through Andy. Even though he was 6 years younger, he reminded me of an older brother and for that reason alone we had a heated relationship. We wanted the same thing and knew the other was in the way.

My father passed away in April 2002, and I made shirts with his picture on it. Andy and I weren’t close then so he had no idea, and for the next few months I stumbled around like a zombie tripping out that I would never again see my dad. Andy had just started his roll that year by winning a couple of events and taking the lead on Tour, and I had just gotten back on Tour but found myself not really caring about winning anything except maybe a war of words or a fight with somebody. Andy was just the guy.

I’ll share a story, but for the sake of brevity, I’ll just say this: We got really drunk on a Tavarua trip. We got into a shouting match. I said something about him thinking he’s the man for winning a couple of contests. He screamed and laughed at me, “You’re going baaaalllldddd, hahahaha.” I told him he’d know how I felt when his father passed away, and he started kicking me in the face. (I had earlier punched him in the face in a crazy 10-man wrestling match in a taxi). Then Shane Dorian tackled him and pulled him off me telling him my father had just died a few weeks ago. Andy started crying hysterically and hugging and apologizing to me for the next half hour before he went to bed and then apologized again the next day. In some weird way I think I just wanted him to know that I was hurting because he had a way of just sorta being tough even though he was one of the most sensitive guys in the world. There was just this strange and awkward dynamic between us. Months later, he won his first title and all I could think to do was give him one of the shirts that I had made with a picture of my dad on it and congratulate him. He gave me a hug and thanked me and felt really awkward that I gave him a shirt with a picture of my dad on it. On one level he knew what it was about, and on another level he wasn’t gonna let me put a chink in his armor and wear that damned thing. For all I know, he either burned it or hid it. I’ve often wondered.

The following years have been pretty well documented in our history. Not always correct or spot on, but at other times pretty accurate. The press maybe said some things that we might have thought but never verbalized. I loved and hated the guy, but I probably only hated him because I admired and envied what he was capable of.

A year and a half before he died, at the first event of the year, he told me he was making a documentary about the changes and lessons in his life, and he wanted to help any kids that had ever looked up to him and struggled in their lives, because he now knew what was possible. He was so clear and happy and confident and positive. We stood off away from everyone else and had our first and only real one-on-one, heart-to-heart talk. I actually welled up with tears for how proud I was of him and how insanely unbelievable it was to have Andy look me in the eye and talk straight to me. He told me he had always looked up to me and asked me if I’d work with him on this documentary. He told me he couldn’t believe how amazing life was and discussed with me his fears, his goals, his struggles and his family. It was the true epiphany in Andy’s life: the moment he was open to clean out and shift all the things holding him back from his actual potential as a human being. And that’s the exciting thing: he had so much more ability and knowledge on so many levels. I won heats against Andy at that particular event and the following one at Bells. The only reason I’m sharing that is because both times he smiled and said good job and although he was pissed off at losing, I could see that he was enjoying the process of learning how to accept things, even the things he really hated, like losing…and to me!

The last time I saw Andy was in Portugal a year ago. I was just about to clinch the title, and he saw me at the event and gave me a hug and told me he was really proud of me and that he hoped I would win the title in Puerto Rico and that he was “psyched” for me. I was thinking “Man, if I had only beaten you in Tahiti, this thing would probably be done,” and I sorta mentioned that to him, and we laughed. He gave me a big hug and high five, and I never saw him again.

Two weeks later in Puerto Rico, some people were saying he was sick, and some people said he was partying. Some people said he never left his hotel room. Martin Potter and I were really concerned when he missed his first heat. I just remember them calling his name and his three-man heat surfing without him, and I felt really weird about it. We agreed that we needed to go see him at his hotel and see if he was alright, because there’s no way that he would fly all that way just to miss a heat. Then we were told that a doctor had seen him, and he was sick and resting. I was uneasy about him going missing, but at least it was an update.

When he missed his next heat, and I heard that he had left, I was really worried. I got a call from a friend who was with him in Miami the night before and he asked me why Andy wasn’t staying in Puerto Rico and he told me Andy had caught a flight home thru Dallas. I called Andy’s phone and got no answer. I sent him a couple of texts and got no reply. That was within 30 minutes of when he was found in the hotel in Dallas. About two or three hours later I got the news that he had died. I sat on the beach with a homeless dog and started getting calls from people.

The story of Andy Irons may likely never feel good to us whether you were his friend and you miss him or you have a strong judgment about his shortcomings and it made you angry. No matter what, it doesn’t make sense for someone so gifted and in touch on so many levels to die alone in an airport hotel room nowhere close to anything that mattered to him. But remembering someone can sometimes be about the toughest thing you ever had with them and feeling like your life is better for having experienced that with them. And if that can make you laugh or smile, you’re honoring their life and their legacy, I believe.

I have questioned whether anything in our relationship and battles had any impact on the course of his life or whether I could have made a difference somehow. Maybe that’s just my own form of denial, but one thing is clear, I still can’t believe that Andy is gone. Hell, I still can’t believe that Todd Chesser is gone and Donnie Solomon and Malik Joyeux and a whole bunch of other good friends are gone. An anniversary is best used for remembering the good things and letting it all sink in more so that the sadness fades away and the good memories remain. And if we learn anything from that, let it be that the positive impact of Andy and all our other friends who are gone bring us closer to the ones and the things that we love right here, right now.

I’ll leave you with one last thought of Andy. The other day I was with a friend who had given Andy some rims for his car. In his office, my friend had a signed board from Andy. The autograph was signed, “Picture me Rollin’!” And so I will, buddy.

With love and respect,


Mashup of the surfing champions

Ever since I can remember, my favorite surfers have been Kelly Slater and Mick Fanning. With the latter being my most favorite. Despite this I still have the utmost respect for every single tour surfer out there from the legends to the new comers.

Ever since Kelly Slater started winning world titles from the age of 18 he was pretty much left unchallenged out in the water. Pretty much no one could match up to his skill, prowess and just plain sick surfing, that was until the Hawaiian born Andy Irons began competing on the World Tour.

The mans biggest feat was winning the World Title from Slater for three consecutive years, them being 2002, 2003 and 2004 respectively. Andy Irons was such a great surfer that the governer of Hawaii declared February 13th forever, "Andy Irons Day".

Sadly, Andy Irons passed away one year ago on November the 2nd, in a hotel room. He was found dead on his back with the sheets pulled right up to his chin. In the beggining it was claimed that Dengue Fever had claimed his life, but later autopsys show he had several drugs in his system at the time, including methamphetamine and metabolite of cocaine. Despite this, I doubt that would have killed the man. Hmmm..

With that being said, Andy, you were never in my top list of 5 favorite surfers, but you were most definately one of the top 5 in the world, and you had the results to prove it. May you rest in peace A.I.

Here's a link to a short film with A.I and some of his amazing surfing skills - http://vimeo.com/31417794

With that being said I would like to send a quick shout to to KELLY FUCKING SLATER! you did it, 11 times world champ CONGRATULATIONS DUDE!


1 november 2011


Day 6 (lol) - My Definition of Love

Right so, as the topic says.. Love.

Such a hard subject. Such a sensitive subject. Such a broad subject. Love differs from person to person, some seeing it much like the way it is portrayed in movies with all the white wedding dresses and the honeymoon and the constantly being at each others side etc etc. Others, preffer to live life slightly less "normal" and have internet relationships, long distance relationships or even other internet personas where they "cyber date" and other stuff hmmm, lol.

This post won't be too long, as I only have one thing to say about love.

If it doesn't feel right, then don't say it.

One thing I have always told myself, is that people are entitled to their own version of love. There are some that choose to love, there are some who choose to be loved. Others who choose to fall in love continuously, changing partners left right and center and there are others who are in love with being in love.

There are so many applicable scenarios when it comes to love, and each one is its very own unique situation which is almost always far more complicated than meets the eye. What I wrote before in bold and italics is pretty much my motto when it comes to the subject. I hate, no, dislike, people who loosely and casually throw around such a strong word which can change peoples entire day - for better or worse.

So, a much shorter post on todays topic but I believe I need not say no more! Take heed in what I have written fellow readers, I personally believe it is the only applicable "rule of love"

Thank you and goodnight internet!


Shark Pool!

Hahaha yo INTERNET!

I was randomly sitting on Skype the other day when a friend linked the_most_epic_lol move ever. This movie just looks fucking fan-tastic! Strangely enough not even I, myself, know whether I am being sarcastic or not. I can't tell if its a parody or a rally bad B rate comedy lol. Maybe you guys can help?

So these college guys are heading to a pool party filled with hot girls, booze, awesome weather and the best part, a POOL! Then some how.. from no where, a shark appears. Dununununununu! Or however you write out the theme song to Jaws lol.

Here is the clip, be sure to grab it off your local torrent site when its released, I know i'll be checking PirateBay regularly!


27 oktober 2011


Right so..

I haven't posted in forever! I've had a few other things on my mind and a couple of other things have happened since I was last in the dark depths of the blogging world! In fact, I haven't been doing much computer activities lately at all.. or well lol, it feels as if I haven't but now when I think back to it I probs have done quite a lot at the computer!

Anyways, been hanging out with the locals in my 'hood, chilling and grilling like always. Things haven't changed much in that sense lol, which is a good thing hehe.

So in the last two weeks or so, can't remember exactly when I posted maybe last week, but we will say two weeks ago, a few things have happened, progressed and changed!

I GOT INTO COLLEGE WOOPWOOP. Before being bashed for it being a community college, you guys out there have to remember one thing - I've been living in boring ass Sweden for the last 6 years and its time to get out. A few people have been telling me that community colleges are like, lol. Literally, lol. Not too much work, teachers aren't the best, facilities aren't the best etc etc, but fuck it, fuck that, and fuck you. I just want to get out. Escape, run, move, flee, have one speed:go etc etc. It doesn't matter if the college sucks, which I doubt it does, being one of the top 10 community colleges in America still means SOMETHING. Either way, accepted, can't wait to leave, get out of the cold, surf, train, skate, learn some new things, experience some West Coast luvin' and just live the general college dream, American Pie style.. but not quite lol. So with that being said, I am flying out on the 4th of January I believe, at around 13:00. It's gonna be tuuuung!

Last few weeks I have managed to write a massive philosophy behind my own personal coaching technique, which will be continuously developed, defined, added, cut away and generally edited as I go about with my training activities. It totaled 4 pages so I had to drop the font size so it could fit on the alloted 3 page limit lol. Spoke mostly about having 4 main factors, or pillars, to base ones coaching methods and routines upon. Those 4 being, in no particular order, self-discipline, trust, critique and self-confidence. Of course they were a lot more developed in writing than what they are here.. But here is pretty much how it looked in the "after" pictures!
During the last week or two that I have been MIA, I managed to get a hold of a little bit of money so I've bought a new fresh 4 kilo bag of Whey 80 from Starnutrition. That plus some other miscalanous items needed in order to get through the last two months of this cut. Or, phase 2 as I like to call it nowadays. 65kg ---> 60kg in 2 months, sounds do-able. So lez go!

Also, last Friday we had a MorotCrü grill at a friends place. Was just chicken and marshmellows and Coke mostly, with some music and crazy fire starting skills. The night was a success and here are the pics to prove it!

OH YEAH! Another thing that happened lately! I was taking the bus to a friends house last weekend or the weekend before that. While driving past the local store on the bus I saw a bunch of blue flashing lights. So I look up and see about 3 or 4 police officers pointing their guns at a guy who's hands were up in the air. Apparently some car chased had happened and the police finally managed to stop him, outside of the supermarket! LOL! So as the bus slowly drove past I saw them walk up to the guy and but him in a supressive position with a knee to the back of the neck, whilst they arrested him. Pretty interesting stuff! Don't know how much you will see form the pic, the flash kinda team flashed me when it bounced off the window of the bus.

 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND, a random fit girl. She looks pretty fucking fit if you ask me :D

Maybe post a bit more later, see if I find time with the new homework assignments and stuff like that! Otherwise, peace out nignags! Tuuung.

19 oktober 2011

What I ate today!

Here we go!
Dinners Chicken n rice with coconut milk curry and a quick salad a la Chrippa!

Breakfast was a bowl of musli, three cups of coffee and a glass of milk!

Lunch was just a salad!

Hmm it's been a while..

It's gone several days now without me posting lol, sorry! Had some other things on my mind lately and been seeing a few people here and there making time for blogging kinda tight!

Progress on SBCC! One of our room mates has been accepted, so just waiting on the rest of us 3 to get an answer. Even if it's a no I just want to know the answer so I can stop thinking about it haha! But just the thought and knowing the fact that one person already got accepted makes me super excited - can't wait!

So the topic for the day is apparently "What you ate today". Well i'm actually going to a tiny post-birthday dinner for a friend of mine so i'll have something to post then about dinner seeing as I have no idea what it will be!

Excusing myself from the diet for today, I've been told I need to "eat more food" in any event, as my motabalism has more than likely, gotten used to eaten such few calories so I should try to "fuel the fire" according to one of my slightly more, educated, friends on this matter haha. I don't know what i'll do, to be honest I think I look decent at the moment. Not quite beach shredded but def better than before! Some abs here and there on a good day hehe ;) Otherwise I'm at a stable 65kg's and would like to go down to about 60kg's but we'll see about that!

Managed to finish my first assignment today from the Coaching Course, it was about philosophy. Who would have thought that philosophy existed in coaching! I wish they had told me this back in school because now it just seems as though philosophy exists in pretty much everything! Daaaamn and I find it so boring! Either way, I managed to finish it in one evening, writing 4 pages. I had to turn the font size down so it fit in the allotted 3 page limit lol.

Basically I wrote about a few core steps needed in order to succesfully train and coach an individual or team; them being self-discipline, trust, self-confidence and critique. Combining those 4 steps and reflecting upon oneself every now and then is key! I believe at least lol, took some examples from myself as I am the only person I have ever really coached in my life heh..

Enough for now! More later with a post about the FOOD! Maybe have a little wine hmm.

For those of you who travel frequently, do you use WiFi in the airports? Tired of having them charge you for it? I know I am! So here my lifehaxx gift of the day, to you guys! :)

11 oktober 2011

My parents and SCHOOL LIFE HAX!


My parents.. haha well.. lol. Long story short I have quite a few of these so called "parents", some are slightly better than others haha to put it simply. My dad has been married, not married, married and married once again. Being married more than two or three times must be pretty tough on ones "love shell", as well as being tough on ones emotions! My father, who is now 50 odd years, some where in the middle of 50 and 60 has had quite the interesting life, so to speak.

A lot of shit went down in my dads childhood and young twenties which, naturally, made him into the person that he is. After several mishaps on the marriage front it seems he has now finally settled down with his current wife, one of my ever so many (lol not really) step mothers and they have been together for almost 10 years now! Grats to them and grats to you dad! Statistics show that most couples or marriages end in divorce after a few short years, so just that 10 year mark, which is here soon, not quite yet, will be a feat!

My father grew up, much like my mother and myself in South Africa, some where in the 50's or 60's. I am being vague because I don't wanna give away his age, and to be honest I'm not really so sure any more haha! I definitely don't know the year he was born - but that's just down to the simple fact that i cannot do simple math for diddly shit! He grew up competing at national level for cricket, rugby, boxing and track cycling I believe so naturally he was quite competitive as well as having grown up with a few siblings, notably two brothers, one older and one younger. He was later drafted, or should I say conscripted into the military where he stayed on over the mandatory two years for an additional 15 years, making his total time in the South African military 17 years. He saw combat quite regularly as he was a high ranking officer with in the military and the South African Special Forces which sadly, has led him to be the person that he is today. Not going too deep into that, as it is obviously too personal, he suffers from what is known as PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, aka shell shock. This is actually a lot more common than one thinks and is often diagnosed on former military personnel who have seen combat and even some who have not, but were just subjective to too much training in a short period of time, and kind of burnout.

Nowadays my father lives here in Sweden with his wife and me, spends a lot of time playing scrabble and reading the news. He wrote a book once, about his life, upbringing and even his experiences with in the military. I will have to double check with him to see if I can post it here, but it can be found at Amazon I believe, under books about Africa ;)

My mother in South Africa is a lost cause. It pains me to write this about my very own mother, but what more is there to say? I know now that this is the internet and this post will forever be saved on internet logs for some random person to find but to be honest, I need to face the facts - My mother pretty much abandoned me when I was less than 4 years old. The few memories I have of her are just blurs of her face, hair, general look and her basically ruining her life. Of course I was too young to understand, but I have met her since I was 4, a few times actually but no more than the fingers I have on my two hands lol. I basically grew up with my grandmother who took me and my sister in when my mom went AWOL. I don't have much else to write here actually about her, except I wish her all the best and that she can some how, some day, manage to fix her shit and pull her life together.

Then come the stepmothers. Strangely enough they aren't all that bad, like fairy tales set them out to be. The first one, who is still living in South Africa working for REUTERS I believe, was married to my dad for a few, dunno how many exactly, years and actually took me in at the age of 4, after my grandmother, and raised me as her own side by side with her own son. She was a wonderful person, I honestly do not know how I would have reacted if I was put in that situation. Just the fact that people genuinely care about others well being makes me appreciate being alive so much more. Yes, I said it, being alive. Who knows what would have happened if she hadn't taken me in under her roof, for those 10 years. Big props to you L, despite us growing apart and our many quarrels you took on an immense responsibility and pulled it off with style. Thank you so much.

The second stepmother, or perhaps stepstep mom, or step mom mom, is the one I currently live with here in Stockholm. She is more like a best friend than a mother figure really. We joke a lot together, talk a lot, some times too much lol and just connect very well for some strange reason. I really see that she truly loves my father for who he is, despite his actions in the past and his given history. Once again, another maiden to the rescue, who, with the help of my own father, took me in under their roof in 2005 and opened my eyes to the rest of the world once making the transition from Africa to Europe. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that I didn't connect with my first stepmother, it's more the simple fact that I was far too young and immature to even fathom conversing with her. It's a kid thing, what can I say haha. As one grows up, lol I'm only 20 years old but hey!, one realizes that there is so much more to parents than just the people who make dinner and tuck you in at night.

That was just a short my list of all my parents (lol). On a side note; here is a song by Sean Price, repping Heltah Skeltah. It's called Church! This track is illa dope!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand, like I said a few days ago; LIFEHAX! Seeing as I just started school I figured I'd share this awesomely in-genius lifehax, which will help you squeeze a bit more time out of your essays in school or Uni!


10 oktober 2011

Coach in training and Day 2 - My First Love

I give up, I just don't have the time or the drive force to do this day to day posting about myself. Instead i'll post every now and then, most prob once every two or three days addressing each topic! 

Sitting here in front of the computer, been here a while now actually lol. Today I officially became a student of Sweden once again, now that my Applied Sports Coaching course has taken off. I am now officially a coach in training haha.. Was interesting, I have to admit. First off just the mental feeling, the placebo I guess, of not just sitting at home doing NOTHING. Now at least I'm doing some thing that is some what constructive with my time! The teaching is based on distance, so for those of you who don't know, like me lol, it's done over the internet. The uni sends me information, assignments, videos and even lectures through a digital platform they have for the school. So far, day 1 and lecture one is done. Today it was about Coaching Philosophy! Damn I thought I was gonna be done with all the philosophical mumbojumbo stuff when I finished school.. Sadly, I was very mistaken. It seems as if coaching and philosophy play a hand in hand role. But then again what can one NOT apply to philosophy..? Food philosophy? Nah that's probably a real thing haha!

Hit the gym today as well, got a slight pain in my left shoulder, which I've actually had ever since I can even remember lol. Most prob something I should have checked but it comes and goes so i'm not entirely sure about it yet.. Like I said, ever since I can remember I've had it - that's prob not a good thing!

Right so, MY FIRST LOVE. Lol.

What kind of love are we talking about here? In my head im thinking hmmm, my dog Shadow from when I was a kid? My passion for surfing? Or the first food or song I possibly loved once upon a time? Hmm. No I'm pretty sure we're talking the straight up conventional I_love_you kind of love. This one won't be too hard then haha.

Born in 1993, sandy blonde hair and big green eyes. Pursed lips, small frame and a few summer freckles. That's the face of my first love. Quite a strange name I must say, it started with an X although she was basically never called that, much like me and my real name (ey that's one thing we had in common!). Either way, this girl went to my school, was two years younger than me, we had one class together in my final year at school, and we shared a few basic mutual friends. Straight up I can honestly say, that I really loved this girl. No, I still do. If she was to call me in the middle of the night crying, which ironically she has done, I wouldn't hesitate to take her in. The thing is, we broke up about 3 or 4 months ago. I dedicated so much time to her, lost so many friends to her, lost my entire social life to her, fuck I even lost myself to her for a while. I was so infatuated, in love, strung up on this girl it was crazy. Don't get me wrong, I really truly honestly loved her, and didn't mind giving up all those things just to be with her. I did exactly that. I stopped training, stopped being social with friend circles, pretty much alienated myself for those weekends of just "us". I loved the times we spent together and I hated the times we were apart. 

After living together for almost a year and a half one realizes how dependent one becomes upon the other person in question - in this case my ex girlfriend. I realized how I slowly became obsessed with the thought of being around her and spending time with her. She didn't seem to mind that though, and life went on. Us two, living in our own bubble of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Well, not exactly but almost ;) Couple life was both easy and hard, both fulfilling and unfulfilled and both happy and unhappy all at the same time. It can really get into ones psyche, if you're not too careful. To this day, I regret a lot of the things we said and did to each other, not that fighting was our forte - we didn't fight too much. In fact it took almost a year until we had our first REAL fight.. by that I don't mean small little arguments. I remember it clearly, I sat in her kitchen and she was hitting and screaming at me, telling me I was useless pretty much and that getting together was a mistake. I remember so specifically how as the words left her mouth I stood up, asked her if she realized exactly what she had just said and tried to leave. She never let me. I should have. I let he lure me back to the bedroom where we sat and talked for a while, and everything kind of just blew over. The next day it was back to normal. 

I know this post seems kind of one sided but I don't want you guys out there to think for one second I regretted it. Despite all the small regrets at the time, and maybe the few now I definitely think that we both benefited from us being together in the long run. Put aside all the losing friends and connections and gym time etc, and look at it from the whole personal growth perspective. For that, X, if you are reading this, I cannot thank you enough. I loved you, love you and always will love you. No matter where we are in the world, after spending 1.5 years together when you are younger than 20, I will never turn you down or shut a door in your face. I could keep writing, forever it feels like about this girl but I don't feel it's needed. I gave the basics, now here's a picture and a song most suited to her. Once again, don't get me wrong with the song choice lol...

Props to the Black Keys for this tung song btw! Oh damn non-Swedes don't know what tung means.. It means, simply, heavy, epic, awesome.

Btw, no life haxx today this post is already long enough as it is!

Peace out TUNG!

7 oktober 2011


This challenge isn't going very well so far haha. Been doing a few other things lately so I am sliiiiightly distracted haha!

5 oktober 2011

Day 01 - Introduce yourself


Born in 1991, right before the fall of Apartheid in South Africa I grew up amongst a variety of different colored faces. Coming from the heart of the Eastern Cape, one of the worlds most concentrated areas with HIV/AIDS I attended a mutlicultrural school up until the 8th grade. My mothertounge, despite being born into an Afrikaans (Boer) family is English as I attended an English school right from day 1. At the age of 11 I discovered surfing. Little did I know that it would lead on to become one of my greatest passions in life with intense following of the sport, its profressionals and all the surfing events around the world. At the age of 15 I moved to Sweden due to personal issues between my then, seperated parents. 

Here, where I currently still live, in Stockholm it's very different to the small city I lived in called East London back home. Although East London has just as much if not more inhabitants than Stockholm, it is very small space-wise compared to Stockholm. Moving to Stockholm for me was a life changing experience, naturally lol. I discovered a new found freedom within myself, being able to go where ever I wanted and meet who ever I wanted when ever I wanted. This all came with the access to public transport. Not having to rely on my parents to drive me around to places like school, the shopping centers, friends houses or even the beach was basically, for me, a new found freedom.

After a few years in Sweden here I am now, having graduated from one of Stockholms "most prestigious" schools (lol), worked a little bit here and there and gone through a complete transformation I have now decided it's time for the next chapter of my life, Californication and Exercise Science.

The reasons behind this change is still partly influenced, if not largely influenced, by my passion for surfing. Except now there are a few more factors involved. I have become obsessed with training, looking good and aesthetics. I believe, for now at least, that Exercise Science in California could very well help me achieve my life long back of my mind goal of becoming a surf coach or even possibly a professional surfers personal trainer. 

I love listening to music. It's one of my other hidden passions. I really like to attempt writing lyrics, although they often fail quite badly. It's just one of those things that people really enjoy doing but never really get any good it you know? My music taste can vary form month to month, but doesn't vary much between hiphop, dubstep, DnB, freestyle and rap. Kinda just circulates within those few genres hehe. 

Also one last thing, that I almost forgot to add was longboarding. Me and my skate crew gather up often several times a week to skate, film, hang out, chill and just get crazy.

Aaaaaaaaaaand, some life hacks? For those of you who don't know what it is exactly...

Tried this, it works and makes multiplication PISS EASY!


3 oktober 2011

Wild challenger appears!

Greetings internet!

It's been a while since I last actually wrote something. I've doing a couple of things around here and just havent had the time or the energy to really care to post. I mean, I have loads of pictures and shit that would fall under the whole "tung shit when im bored" concept but naaah. Seems like it's a lot of pictures nowadays so imma try change it up a bit!

Today is Monday, the 3rd of October, damn it's already October. My course for Applied Sports Coaching starts on the tenth. I'll be studying it from distance, meaning over the internet and it's a course which teaches the basics of how to be a coach, both individual and team coach. Also, it's in English which I thought was pretty cool seeing as most of the programmes and courses I looked at were only available in Swedish.. Sigh, when a First World country doesn't fully adapt to the lingua franca of the 21st century.. that sort of stuff just baffles me. Oh well, who am I to complain hopefully I wont be around in Sweden for that much longer and i'll be surrounded by English anyways! Just.. American English haha!

Random thought - Was wondering if I should take my cleets up to California, I heard they actually have a rugby team there maybe it's time to take that up again? Don't think i'll be too interested in American Football to be honest, just doesn't seem too technical in my opinion. Looks and feels like it's the quarterback who controls most plays and everyone else are just human buffer zones or runners.

Right so I found one of those list things people always do on blogs, like a challenge. 30 days - One new subject every day that I have to write about. Some may be quite personal and others not too personal or even interesting haha. But I will try to do it, stick to it and finish the 30 topics!

Also, another thing I have been checking out lately is life hacks. For those of you who don't know, they are small little tips that most people don't know about which make life just a whole lot simpler. Planning on posting one a day, or every few days as to not just use them all at once lol, some are pretty fucking smart I have to say!

Right so, three things;
1) Jai Paul - BTSTU. A friend showed me this song, can't get enough of it when i'm out skating, don't really know why I like it so much prob because it's so different. British vocals with some wobbly-scratchy kind of dubstep "like" drops and scratches...

2) Attack the Block, brought to you by the creators of Shaun of the Dead as well as Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. I watched this the other day with Lisa, it was so fucking epic. A bit funny, a bit serious, really dark, awesome creature animations and just the whole concept behind it was.. pretty cool. Mind you, I really enjoyed District 9, not only because i'm a proud Saffa but mostly because it was an entire different concept to aliens than what Hollywood would normally bring forth. The thing is with these new ideas and alien concepts, I often find people start to automatically judge and bash these kinda movies for a few main reasons; they are not made in Hollywood, they don't have Americans acting, they are often less flashy yet more realistic, lower budgets and then naturally fear of the difference - something new and different has surfaced and of course, us being curious human beings need to analyse them from so many different perspectives resulting in more often than not, the film being bashed to shit by so called critics. Here's the trailer for this UK film, about aliens invading a rundown suburb in London. Pretty dope soundtrack too!

3) Lastly now, I know it's been a bit of a lengthy post but here are the 30 points I will be taking up over the next month as part of the challenge!































Remember that at the same time, I will be writing these challenges but also posting normally as well! And i'll try to throw in the life hacks whenever possible so you guys out there can maybe learn a thing or two! Sooo.. all of that is finally off my chest - Challenge starts tomorrow LEZ GO!

30 september 2011

Liberty and drug use

Just ran across this on youtube... Watch it, some really good points brought up something worth watching I would say even if you're for or against drugs in general!

Anatomy Chart


Just some images regarding training and the basic human anatomy, have a more in-depth picture of the second posted pic - with everything there is to know about abdominals and that area! Will post it later but for now, it's Friday again, read these and i'll get back to you guys!

28 september 2011

In the kitchen..

200g chicken 150g potato and its under 400kcal! Throw this in the oven for 30min at 225 celcius and your cutting meal is ready :) add some salad to keep the stomach full if needed, now brb gotta put it in!

27 september 2011

Waiting on SBCC

Waiting on SBCC, applied for some jobs and now here - bored as always. Just found this, and I gotta admit, I am NOT looking forward to not using the metric system. It's so much simpler whyyyyyyyyyyy?

26 september 2011

Yes, I will post my guns!

And by guns, no America, I don't the kind that shoot bullets haha. Today was the start of the official frozenafrican diet/cutting regime PART II! Yessir, I started over with my diet now at a steady 67kg after having an awesomely sinful weekend!

This Friday, we were lucky enough to NOT be hit by any random falling space debris. I was lucky enough, however, to to scoff down as much food as I possibly could and damn did I manage to do that this weekend haha! In build up to my cutting plan I decided to say, fuck you aesthetics. This weekend i'm gonna eat and drink whatever the hell I want. So I did. We started off slow by just chilling around, waiting for people to arrive at my friends place. Eventually when some the key group factors had arrived we proceeded to the store, where we grabbed 9 pizzas, some drinks and chocolate. Later that evening we got some mixed candy, more drinks and even more candy later on that night. I think I must have eaten about 6000kcal that night. I had eaten myself to incapacitation, I remember specifically saying that as well during the night. I was so tired and full haha, it was pretty epic. We eventually had everyone over, played some xbox, blasted some music, HEARD SOME NEW MUSIC, which was cool, and just pretty much chilled the fuck out. Shit was intense.

Following morning, rinse and repeat. Start off the morning with a chill session and some sammiches, followed by a slow walk to the very close-by store, literally 3 minutes from the house lol. Grabbed some edibles and continued. We called up John who arrived shortly thereafter and continued to chill like Morot Crü has always, will and should always do! Btw, had Ben n Jerrys this weekend, SO GOOD!

Today, is Monday. My brother has bought a Playstation 3 and some games so now maybe if we ever buy the same game, we could play against each other haha? Even though he'll just be sitting in the other room I can tell it would be epic! As stated, started the diet today decided to mix things up and for instead of Day 1 today I helped my friend out with Day 4, back/biceps.

Here's a quick shot of the guns in action, doing forced negatives with a bench acting as a preacher! Didn't know they looked that big hahah...


23 september 2011



Tonight's the night my friends, it's Friday again and as some of you already know when me and Friday hook up, some shit ALWAYS goes down.

Let's see how much trouble we can avoid today, seeing as i'll be indoors tonight instead of the usual outdoor activities. Dis gun be gud, already packed down the sound system, which btw is super heavy lol. Dunno how i'm gonna carry this shiet all the way over to the other side of town. Hmm. Back is gonna kill me haha. 

Then later out to the booze store, this weekend is GOMAD, get fucked, get funked and get crunked. 

How appropriate that the first official day of the fall/winter solstice or whatever its called is marked by falling debris from space. Hopefully we none of us, including you out there, will be hit by the NASA satellite that is supposedly going to hit the earth surface today. It weighs over 5 tons (that's in kilograms btw), and is comprised of 26 different parts which, as far as I know or believe have split up or will split up when entering the Earths atmosphere? Oh we shall see! Btw, this piece of floating metal is as old as me, if not older lol. Crazy!

A quick extract from Wiki here;

"The Upper Atmosphere Research Satellite (UARS) is an orbital observatory whose mission was to study the Earth’s atmosphere, particularly the protective ozone layer. The 5,900-kilogram satellite was deployed from Space Shuttle Discovery during the STS-48 mission in September 1991. UARS entered orbit on 15 September 1991 at an operational altitude of 600 kilometers, with an orbital inclination of 57 degrees.
The original mission duration was to be only three years, but in June 2005, 14 years after the satellite's launch, six of its ten instruments were still operational. The George W. Bush administration reduced funding for the Earth Science Enterprise, but increased concerns for ozone depletion in the scientific community made the de-commissioning of UARS controversial. UARS was decommissioned in 2005, and a final orbit-lowering burn was performed, followed by the passivation of the satellite's systems, in early December 2005. On October 26, 2010, the International Space Station performed a debris-avoidance maneuver in response to a conjunction with UARS."

"Yeah thats some chill shiet" - Rock, Heltah Skeltah.

22 september 2011



Wazzup? Woke up this morning in dreary Sweden to catch the highlights of the latest Rugby World Cup game, between my home nation South Africa and their neighbors, Namibia. Turns out SA pummeled Namibia with 87-0 after the final whistle. Made me laugh a little when I saw the actual score. Sounds like I'm a bad sport but daaaamn, that's a pretty solid score the Bokke managed to put up. Proud of you boys! :D

Incase there are a few of you guys out there who don't know the finess within rugby, here's a "Rugby 101" basic info sheet I created 2 years ago while still in school. It was my part of my final assignment in school, came along with some footage and posters and some basic marketing of the sport here in cold Sweden!

Enjoy, catch you later!

The Basics
Each team consists of 15 players. (8 Forwards, 7 Backs)
Ball must be passed backwards or kicked forwards.
Points are awarded for scoring a try; touching the ball down across the try line, adding a conversion; kicking the ball between the posts after a try is awarded and kicking a Penalty; kicking the ball between the posts after being awarded a penalty.
Game is 80 minutes long, split into two halves each being, 40 minutes long.

Point system
Score (Try) = 5pts
Goal kick after scoring a "try(Conversion) = 2pts
Penalty Kick = 3pts
Goal kick during play (Drop goal) = 3pts

Different player positions in a rugby game

1. Loosehead Prop
2. Hooker
3. Tighthead Prop
4. Second Row
5. Second Row
6. Blindside Flanker
7. Openside Flanker
8. Number 8

9. Scrum Half
10. Out Half
11. Left Winger
12. Inside Centre
13. Outside Centre
14. Right Winger
15. Full Back

The Scrum
Each teams forwards engage with each other like this;

the Scrum half of the team that has the scrum puts the ball into the middle of the scrum from the side and each hooker tries to get the ball to the back of the scrum where the Number 8 is, whilst both teams push against each other to try to secure some ground.

When a player puts the ball into touch (that is, out of the field of play), the opposing team is awarded a line-out. An exception is that if the ball is kicked into touch from a penalty kick, the team that was awarded the penalty throws in to the resulting line-out. A line-out is formed with a minimum of two players from each side; the maximum number is determined by the team throwing in and their opponents must not have more players in the line-out (though they can have fewer).

A player from the throwing team, usually (but not always) the hooker, throws the ball in.The thrower may throw the ball as high and as far as he wishes and players forming part of the line-out are allowed to jump up and catch the ball. A player in the line-out will attempt either to catch the ball.

A line-out ends when the ball, or a player carrying it, leaves the line-out, or, if a ruck or maul is formed at the line-out, when all the feet of all the players forming the ruck or maul move beyond the line of touch.

21 september 2011


People come and people go, such a down to earth little phrase in the English language. So true, so wrong, so brutally honest. We meet people everyday, some not always new and some not always old. Some we grow fond of, some we don't. Sometimes all it takes is a tiny spark, to flare a quality friendship or even relationship. Sadly, like all things on earth, they must come to an end, much like us human beings. One thing I have learn't recently, is that these small things we cherish, love and hold so close to our heart just aren't meant to be. 

Hurting is okay, feeling shit is okay, crying is okay, calling a friend is okay, talking about things is okay, freeing your mind on various mediums is okay. What's not okay is moping. Moping around in ones own self pity, which I have gained quite a knack for lately, is not okay. One of my closest friends once repeated this entire text to me, almost word for word. It's Rocky Balboa's speech to his son about life and all its perilous ups and downs, and how it continuously eats at you, continuously beats at you, continuously fights, screams, annoys, almost damn near killed and even shits on you. Read this.

"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done. Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what you’re worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!"

Flan my man, you were the first person I spoke to when I came out of my relationship, and for that I cannot thank you enough my friend. Stay strong, this ones for you dude.


Guess whos back, back again


Just got to the computer, woke up a little while ago. Managed to run around the house earlier helping my dad with some washing of clothes and dishes and other random household stuffs. Spoke a bit about the Rugby World Cup, which is being played in New Zealand this time around. South Africa has a match tomorrow against Namibia, their bordering neighbors and EX COLONY! How funny is that hahah, not too funny.. or? Either way, shouldn't be too hard of a game to be honest. I don't really see Namibia as a rugby nation, I mean they have been around for a while, have played some alright matches but they are really just.. wannabe South Africans? No really, seriously. South Africa actually owned Namibia before, yes, the country Namibia lol. They were our bitches so to speak, either way they still speak Afrikaans up there as well as German and most of their towns are named under the Afrikaans language. Excited to wake up tomorrow at 10am and watch the game!

Check out what's going on during the Rugby World Cup right here at: http://www.rugbyworldcup.com/

Yesterday I managed to get back to gym, first time in a while. My form and conditioning is, surprisingly, looking better than before. I've lost more weight but also a little muscle mass, which kinda sucks but hey, what you gon' do when sickness comes for you eh? ;) Being sick and not training sucks. You lose more muscle mass and overall weight due to the sickness than if you would normally have just taken a break. Given that the time on stopping and being sick are the same, in my case 2 weeks lol. Dieting next week Monday, I will have a new diet planned out and ready to go! Which means this weekend is GOMAD weekend.

A mate of mine is living alone for the month, gonna have a couple of people over for some reefer party hihi, gonna be pretty fucking sick. Already getting excited to meet these new people from his class. Apparently they are quite, hmm how to put this in a subtle way, well developed in the pectoralis major and really crazy wild fun when they GOMAD. Intradasting, yes? ;)

Dat ass on dem fitgirls.

Speaking of pectoralis major, did chest day yesterday. My side chest poses are coming along pretty fucking nicely I must say for myself. Have some definite lines cutting both under and to the sides of both pecs now. The cut is working! Adonis is also peeking out even more now, maybe I should switch to a low/no carb diet? Seems to be working well for my friend. Looks way more shredded and doesn't have to deal with the swelling of the stomach which normally follows after eating carbohydrates.

Raining like a motherfucker, I wanna meet my neighbor and see what she is up to but shes dancing ffs. Dancing is cool. Some one teach me?

Peace interwebs see you around!

20 september 2011

Wallpapers - click em, save em, use em.


Just got back from my first gym session in about two weeks - as suspected I felt quite a bit weaker now, no surprise considering I was sick, not sleeping well, completely off my diet and wasn't even getting my protein quotas in day by day. 

Like I said a few posts ago, I found some epic wallpapers of all different sizes. Or, found and found I got them from a friend. Dumping them now brace for epicness!

19 september 2011

Seven secrets to sleeping.


A lot of sleep is very useful, you know?

  • While sleeping you produce more white blood corpuscles, that means your wounds heal faster.
  • While sleeping your brain repeats what you have done today and sorts usless information out.
  • While sleeping you dream up to 7 times in the night but you barely remember some of those because your brain thinks that this information is useless and sorts it out. 
  • While sleeping you regenerate energy so you feel refreshed when you wake up.

  • When you force yourself to stay awake, you have big problems to remember new learned things.
  • When you force yourself to stay awake, your eye-lids get heavy so your body forces you to close your eyes.Through that it gets dark so your brain thinks its night so it sends out some stuff that makes you feel even sleepier.
  • When you force yourself to stay awake, your body starts to itch. With that your body tells you, that he is no longer capable of recorgnizing if you really have to scratch that spot or not.

Haha so yes, there were some random sleep facts, dunno if there is any use to knowing that stuff but I found it pretty tung, and decided it was worth while posting it here!

Tung, random shit. Peace until later!

Ah yeah, managed to grab some random famous quotes today from a friend as well. Will post em later tonight perhaps!

Motherfucking Hurley Pro..


The Hurley Pro is out in full force down at Trestles, CALIFORNIA! Awesome stuff I know, the ASP title race is narrowing down to just a few contendors from what I have managed to gather? I think atm it's Slater and Wright? Maybe Taj Burrow will be able to make a come back some how. He surfed pretty well last compo which was over in Long Beach New York I believe!

Anyways, been trying to get a good feed from the Hurley Pro but it seems they have some really shitty streaming format or something? I could stream other contests in HD and now the Hurley stream is lagging like a mofo, plays for about 20 seconds max and then stops. Anyone else out there with this problem?

Check it out at http://www.hurley.com/hurleypro/live.cfm

The actual webcast is looking decent, with a sleek design which is always pretty common with Hurley. I wish I could learn some more computer or website programming, would be really fun to try out!

Winter is coming and I cant wait to get outta here in January!

Santa Barbara with the college in view, gimme some.

Lez go!