Posts Tagged ‘frustration’
{ 16 June, 2009 @ 22:32 }
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{ Life, Love }
{ Tags: balance, butterflies, crazy, Cutie, destiny, Drake, Focus, frustration, lesson, love at first sight, OTT, script-writer, something new, Steve Harvey, tears, The Dream, wedgie, Ye, Young Money, zing } · { }
I’ve spoken about those life-(altering)wedgies that come and take you by surprise just when you are beginning to love life. Or at least get into a rhythm.You know those times when everything is going right. You ain’t fighting with nobody. Drama is down to a minimum. You’ve made peace with the stuff that you can’t change. You’re making major strides in the departments that you can control and on top of it all, you’ve met a new dude who makes the old dude look like a chump. A chump that didn’t deserve your time in the first place. Your favourite song(s) keeps playing (The Dream-Rockin that Thang and Every Girl- Young Money and Drake-Best I Ever Had) and your crush digs you too so much that you can hardly believe your luck. But you don’t believe in luck so you can hardly believe your destiny. Complete with an atom-bomb of good vibes, lust and like infused electricity! I call it ZING, he calls it chemistry! OMG… the chemical infusion happening within can’t be good for you but it feels sooooo gooood!
And then all of a blue moon, the Script-Writer sends out a DEFCOM 5 [http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Defcon]! ‘
AY! Don’t get too comfortable’
, He warns. … continue reading this entry.
{ 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.
{ 16 May, 2009 @ 22:21 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: anxiety, DBF, Focus, frustration, heartburn, magic moment, relationships, stoopid } · { }
Since Monday, I been spending every second day just catching up on sleep because every other day is spent awake for at least 24 hours. It’s the most insane but exhilarating experience. Finally, our time to be on air has come. As luck would have it… but…er… I don’t believe in luck so as it was written…I’m the second last to go on air, on Wednesday 20 May, as per the 4AM-5AM schedule. To date I have read news twice (once on the first day, Tues 12 May and another on Thurs 14 May because the dude that was supposed to was otherwise occupied. Score for me really so I didn’t mind absconding on my content production role for the few minutes that a coupla news bulletins take up. Besides, I gots to practice and get used to speaking out loud on the new mics).
My attention has really been on my exam and of course the on-air stuff. Constantly planning links and thinking of ways to make exciting radio. You may be half-asleep during 4AM and 5AM but really I gots no business contributing to that state of mind.
So what’s my plan? Well, the words of the Programming Manager keep ringing in my head. Keep your links sweet and short and punchy. But so far, everybody has done the exact opposite. I can understand their thought-process though. They want to impress with humorous, interesting banter. The more you talk, the bigger the chance to be impressive and likewise, the larger the opportunity to suck. That’s when the heartburn hits my chest! 
But really, I gots to know how to take direction, right. So I’ma have to keep my words to a minimum. Think Ryan Seacrest’s slickness and swag on the mic. Dope/Doe Boy Fresh (DBF)! I want that to be me! I plan to be exciting, spunky and all up in your face! Make you wanna get up without saying too much and I figure if I can manage that then I’m legend! … continue reading this entry.
{ 4 April, 2009 @ 19:27 }
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{ Work }
{ Tags: anxiety, frustration, men, relationships, writer's block } · { }
so catch up on https://kpspears.blogspot.com
here’s Day 59: Sinful…
Today I auditioned for the newsreader position. And even went to the music committee meeting… Aah something to do… So I was glad to be a little constructive. It beats fighting the urge to pull my hair out. It beats dealing with the funny looks. It beats engaging in long-winded, unproductive skinner sessions.
I’m done with that. So much so that it feels as though my brain is turning to mush.
I haven’t written an article in so long. And when I do try, I only get as far as trying to apply all the stuff that I’ve been taught. Instead of applying the instincts of a God-given talent, I’m using my brain. A mind that’s been, for the most part, jaded. I’m no longer the writer I was…. Um… Of cos I am but I’m having trouble balancing what comes easiest to me and the awesome lessons I’ve learnt. Price of immaturity or maybe ‘WE DON’T NEED NO EDUCATION!’… Maybe somebody else’s lessons are merely that… SOMEBODY ELSE’S… I mean who taught that person and the person before… Sorry I’m sounding like those philosophical stoner rebels without a cause… Not the intention… Just saying though…. … continue reading this entry.
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