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{ 13 September, 2009 @ 19:28 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: Cutie, Love, love at first sight, men, relationships } · { }
I can’t possibly have to go through meeting another dude, get excited, take the financial and emotional time to learn what he’s all about, take all the necessary precautions to try to not to fall too quickly, end up fallin’ anyway and be left alone picking up the pieces.
Can I just settle down already? Please? I’m tired of playing love games. I’m ready to just love and chill out a sec. Safe in the arms of love. I know this is cheesy as fuck but it’s true.
Maybe that’s too much pressure for Cutie. I dunno then why the fuck did we meet and connect? Why can’t I stop thinking about him? Why can’t we stay away from each other? Why? … continue reading this entry.
{ 13 September, 2009 @ 19:10 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: Cutie, Love, love at first sight, men, relationships } · { }
Yet another month without a blog. I’m tired of making excuses for not regularly posting stuff and I’m sure you’re tired of hearing it. I’ll tell you this much however… Many people have been able to figure who’s who behind some of my cleverly crafted pseudonyms so as much as I would love to share, it’s hella difficult to do so which makes blogging a drag even when I do have time… Which is never! I find pleasure in writing with no holds barred… It’s absolute freedom especially coz my life is an absolute circus but as much as I’d love to share, I can’t risk the wrong people knowing too much about me or those that I innocently mention in this space. That wouldn’t be fair to them or their/my hard work and endeavours. Nevertheless here goes… … continue reading this entry.
{ 30 July, 2009 @ 18:46 }
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{ Life, Love, Work }
{ Tags: busy, Cutie, endurance, holiday, hurt, men, Michael Jackson, radio, Shorty, stoopid, stress, The Bachelorette, tv, Work } · { }
The last month has been insane and for the most part, I ain’t where I wanna be. Sure, I’m being challenged on the daily by this new gig and I’m all about being challenged to the max. But I’ve never ever ever been this stressed out. I guess it’s only fitting that LIVE TV is the third most stressful job in the world. Sure, I got to meet DJ DRAMA but really now…Does that make it worth it..?!
I asked to be challenged, not to go out the same way as Michael Jackson (with a dam heart attack). I mean I’m currently in a space that saw me be unable to blog for over a month because things are that hectic and crazy and insane and BUSY! And all I really wanna do is put on some Marvin Gaye and
get it on … continue reading this entry.
{ 1 July, 2009 @ 11:22 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: con-fuss-ion, Cutie, drama, Nas, pms, potential, radio, ride, script-writer, Shorty, tv, untitled, writer's block } · { }
I’ve always thought it to be such a cop-out when artists can’t just name their products. I’ve always found the use of the term ‘untitled‘ to be the unnecessary pretence of so called ‘depth’ within the arts. And here I am, using the very same word. how hypocritical. Truth is, it’s been a minute since I last blogged so I finding it difficult to reduce the past fortnight into a silly phrase especially since the 180 Days are drawing to an end. So In spite of my being conscious that I may be thinking emotionally because of my PMS, I now see how artists may feel that a title, in its simple words, fails to honor the experience, whether good or bad. If anything, the words disrespect it by being so shallow. And that’s where the depth of thought lies. Well, if writers felt so strongly about everything, they would probably never write. Hence writer’s block. The insistence on the perfect translation. And that’s why film was created… … continue reading this entry.
{ 10 June, 2009 @ 09:56 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: African, African-Americans, apartheid, blind, Faith, Grey's, Jay-Z, Jozi, June 16, Lil Jon, Maya Angelou, oppression, script-writer, self-identity, self-love, steez-bitin', who am I, Ye, youth month } · { }
I enjoy meeting new people especially those from other continents. I find that it brings the other side of the world to life. And goodness knows that besides living by the beach and becoming a rock star DJ/Writer, I wanna see the world…So bad… real bad Michael Jackson!
During this session, something quite profound occurred to me. Whether I think Jozi or any other Akon wannabe is making authentic (South) African music is irrelevant. What rings true is that Jozi is an SA clique and therefore whatever music that they make lies beneath the SA music banner, regardless of my distaste for their obvious steez-bitin’.
SA music is not defined by drums or whatever. SA music does not have to be deep intense, sad and introspective in order to be that. We can also snap our fingers and do the step… we can do it all by ourselves… lol … continue reading this entry.
{ 8 June, 2009 @ 16:34 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: Ciara, embarrassments, kiss my swag, kms, script-writer, stoopid, wtf } · { }
That’s my new term. I’ve officially replaced “kiss my ass” with “kiss my swag”. Simply in the interest of discharging the eeuuw factor.
And best of all it got published on coz that’s how much I rock… lol… and if you don’t like it… you can KISS MY SWAG!
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A modern alternative to kiss my ass. A sarcastic comment said by those that are on the hustle and receive madd luv or madd hate for it.
Ignant Hater: I like your Lambo and all but it would look better if it was white….
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{ 2 June, 2009 @ 11:27 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: ambition, anxiety, drowsy, Eminem, entertainment, exhaustion, fear, freak out, frustration, JBS, nervous, pressure, script-writer, shine, Work } · { }
**This is actually my blog from an internal site but I found it to be so spot on and a lil too honest that I just had to share it with you guys….
I’ve been meaning to blog about my on-air escapades for a minute… so lemme break it down a lil… It’s been a week since my second attempt at GroundZero. For all intensive purposes, I killed it compared to my premiere show five days before that.
I figure that I let the hype get to me during the first show. In between the “oh my goshes” and “oh my goodneses”, I pretty much failed to be the cool big sis that listeners would like to have. I was like a groupie. Dude!
Lesson learnt: Dude! just be you!
As Em would say … … continue reading this entry.
{ 30 May, 2009 @ 23:02 }
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{ Love, Work }
{ Tags: anxiety, arguing, break-up, frustration, heartburn, job, men, relationships, Work } · { }
In a day, God created man. And when the sun set that evening, he looked at Adam and said, ‘Hotdam I’m rock long time…’ and then he went drinking at the Eden river, with the angels, to celebrate…
It’s taken double that time for me and Shorty to restart fighting after just making up. Ya neh. We couldn’t even go the seven that I spoke of in my last post. There’s really no point in getting into why we are fighting now [but for completeness sake, here’s the jist- we were supposed to go out to some birthday gig on Thursday night and he took a unilateral decision to cancel our plans. Something about being tired and under-dressed. I was not impressed. I flipped at him for being a fader. He claimed we could do it on Friday. Nothing happened Friday. Instead he was out with his mates. Which was all apparently unplanned. I just keep thinking I’m way to pretty to be dealing with such non-issues. Plently guys wanna spend time with me. Why am I still here? For what!? When it really appears as though, I ain’t wanted.] I’m just sick of it. It’s like the bad is superceding the good. It’s so bad, I’m thinking of drawing up a list. Either of Pro’s n Con’s or of things that he does that I absolutely despise. He can also draw up the latter with regards to me and if we gonna work at this, those lists must be adhered to, otherwise it’s an indication of disrespect and sheer carelessness. Which speaks volumes. … continue reading this entry.
{ 24 May, 2009 @ 22:04 }
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{ Life, Love, Work }
{ Tags: ambition, BEPs, doubt, embarrassments, exhaustion, freak out, hurt, Jay-Z, men, relationships, stoopid, Work } · { }
Back in high school, I dated some triflin’ niggas. Popular but hella dodge tertiary guys who would cheat on me. And my fellow female pupils would be more than happy to let me in on my boyfriends’ indiscretions. Coz that’s how real it would get in high school. Women-on-women violence. But they would be the first to hook up with him straight afterwards despite his shady track-record. Or worse still, these girls would knowingly hook up with dude even though they knew he was unavailable…
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{ 20 May, 2009 @ 14:44 }
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{ Life, Work }
{ Tags: ah ha moment, ambition, anxiety, butterflies, Faith, freak out, heartburn, job, nervous, nookie, pressure, radio, relationships } · { }
A dramatic build up often concludes in an equally undramatic anti-climax! You’ll walk away and be on some… That’s it?! Really now? Really?! No… Seriously!
Today was a day of firsts… Let’s start with my first time hosting the 4AM-5AM slot. Dude! I really thought I would be less nervous which in turn turned out to be my biggest challenge (please note that I didn’t say ‘difficulty’. I picked that up from a guest lecturer, the other day. It’s a mere obstacle… A lil hill…) was my anxiety. Self-inflicted n absolutely self-indulgent… It appears that in those moments, I forgot the teachings from A New Earth and Dr Gary Zukav… Nerves amount to selfish energy because it makes the situation only about you. It’s not only about me but also the people listening and being subjected to poor radio because I’m way too self-involved to step out of MY anxiety to give them a decent show… Now I’m feeling like even though I get the above, I’ve gone from selfish to self-pity… Well, either way, there’s no room for egoism! Just Do It!
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