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Hip Hop Events / SASKIA!!!
« on: July 02, 2008, 04:04:47 PM »
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Politics / BE INSPIRED
« on: July 01, 2008, 09:13:46 PM »
its the type of thing one ought to share. really it is.
in these times we find ourselves in. times i often believe are the cla**ic case of times when there were decisions and choices to be made and they werent. the make or break type times. the type times when silences come to be remembered as complicity. when what the media often has to offer is a sensationalism that often leaves one jaded and overwhelmed. when people just dont know what to believe or what to do. it is so refreshing to hear from the other voices. just the opportunity to see something else. when the platforms are littered with people saying something but nothing.
in these times it is truly always an honour and priviledge to be in the presence of greatness. the kind we are lacking right now. and so it is that i am compelled to pa** on. scream. shout. DR MAMPHELA RAMPHELE. its the pity of our times we as young people rarely get the chance to be fully exposed to or experience the wisdoms that do exist. the kind that everyone knows but somehow never get counted. that are out there. in very short for those who may not know of her. former vice chancellor of uct and former managing director of the world bank. and now chairperson of an investment group. what an amazing individual. the kind of person who is so so empowered. it comes through in her delivery. and empowered not because she holds some position. or that shes moneyed. the kind that can only come when you live it. hers is a huge personal power. she is amazing not because of who she is if this makes any sense. but because of what she has to say. she was part of panel speaking on the current situation of leadership in relation to both a south african and zimbabwean context. speaking with clarity. authority and sense. a woman of stature and calibre.
if you get the opportunity to see her. listen to her. read up on her. do so. infact. seek it.
this is someone we need to know and respect.
engage.
in these times we find ourselves in. times i often believe are the cla**ic case of times when there were decisions and choices to be made and they werent. the make or break type times. the type times when silences come to be remembered as complicity. when what the media often has to offer is a sensationalism that often leaves one jaded and overwhelmed. when people just dont know what to believe or what to do. it is so refreshing to hear from the other voices. just the opportunity to see something else. when the platforms are littered with people saying something but nothing.
in these times it is truly always an honour and priviledge to be in the presence of greatness. the kind we are lacking right now. and so it is that i am compelled to pa** on. scream. shout. DR MAMPHELA RAMPHELE. its the pity of our times we as young people rarely get the chance to be fully exposed to or experience the wisdoms that do exist. the kind that everyone knows but somehow never get counted. that are out there. in very short for those who may not know of her. former vice chancellor of uct and former managing director of the world bank. and now chairperson of an investment group. what an amazing individual. the kind of person who is so so empowered. it comes through in her delivery. and empowered not because she holds some position. or that shes moneyed. the kind that can only come when you live it. hers is a huge personal power. she is amazing not because of who she is if this makes any sense. but because of what she has to say. she was part of panel speaking on the current situation of leadership in relation to both a south african and zimbabwean context. speaking with clarity. authority and sense. a woman of stature and calibre.
if you get the opportunity to see her. listen to her. read up on her. do so. infact. seek it.
this is someone we need to know and respect.
engage.
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Hip Hop Events / DURBAN...
« on: June 27, 2008, 10:37:14 AM »
...you lucky sods 
looks like your number came in. the rest of us waving defunct so called tickets from some other unfulfilled promise.
whats this business. i say. i say whats this business of musiq soulchild due in your town. 27/28 july. with rahsaan patterson. whats that about. what are the soul boys doing there. when im all the way here. whaaaat.
needs to find me a new lotto. im saying.
* starts paging through for some or other long lost relative *
looks like your number came in. the rest of us waving defunct so called tickets from some other unfulfilled promise.
whats this business. i say. i say whats this business of musiq soulchild due in your town. 27/28 july. with rahsaan patterson. whats that about. what are the soul boys doing there. when im all the way here. whaaaat.
needs to find me a new lotto. im saying.
* starts paging through for some or other long lost relative *
49
Politics / the rules of engagement
« on: June 23, 2008, 06:57:40 AM »
- a politics of the self moment -
it is a narrative that begins at. i couldnt sleep. i tossed and i turned. and now it is around 4 am and i am here. writing to someone. to anyone. perhaps it a conversation i am trying to have. or perhaps it is my therapy. but nonetheless it is around 4 am and here i am. writing.
choked up. trying to find the correct tone. wondering if i will succeed. wondering if it even makes a difference. wondering if i actually care. because right now what i am is angry. and in so doing i find that in addition to that im also tired. im so tired of keeping quiet against my will.
but then what people have to say. we rubbish it. or we ignore it. but now heres the thing. generally. particularly right now. we find ourselves in positions of lamenting the absence of voices who say something else. and yet. that starts small. does it not. that starts with the practicing of the ablility to engage in responsible conversations. and if what happens at the the micro level goes on to be reflected in the macro. it starts small. these ofcourse being the very conversations we are not having. or maybe dont know how to have. i think this is probably why i find myself here. im always threatening to write some or other indignant letter to some or other body. but it occurs to me to start at home. we spend so much time in these spaces. find ourselves in these spaces. grow. i should apparently know better. like but whats the point. things always so misconstrued. disrespected. taken for granted. misunderstood. this always standing so lost in translation. im apparently supposed to know better. but i dont. i know some of you. some of you i dont. but i have no doubt that in our moving in and out of here i share space with some illustrious company. in whatever way shape or form. you are the people i am walking with. this right here is a collective. is a community. is a space.
im going to try to watch my tone. only because i think its important. and its important because i need for whoever takes the time to realise that im not fighting. this is no accusation/indictment on men. i am not saying this is how men are. i am saying this is something that happens. there is a difference. i would be sad if my efforts were to be reduced to such. that would be to render this a complete waste of time. which i dont believe it will be. what this is is a question.
WHEN DOES IT STOP BEING A JOKE.
and this is now me shooting from the heart. from the hip. putting my foot in it. etc etc. it is whatever it may be called. but here it is. and it is what it is.
im so tired of keeping quiet against my will. because it is a strange thing. but i feel like even in so called enlightened spaces (enlightened the word used for all intents and purposes). it becomes a most difficult thing to say something. wait until you are a woman with an opinion. some of the thoughts comfortable others not. what ive experienced is that we are quick to label people who say. who say i dont like this. we call them aggressive. we call them confrontational. we judge them. and we punish them. we punish them in our families. we punish them in schools. we punish them in our cultures. we punish them in our societies. we punish them in our various groupings. the same way we punish people who raise their voices in discontent against any prevailing order. the status quo that always benefits one over another. problems surmounting. the unspoken rule is that it is uncool to respond to issues.
i am not writing this to ball break or whatever other tag gets attached. i am just tired. i am so tired of being told i cant take a joke. when the said joke is always at my expense. when the very idea of it being a joke is only as it were a disclaimer. and then in all these conspiracies of silence. people learn to keep quiet. problems/challenges arent solved. and resentment rises. and then hark! we are surprised at the state of the world outside. why. who is the world outside if it isnt a you and me. we arent willing to risk ourselves enough to start engaging in a manner so urgently required in our societies. how exactly do we plan to be responsible global citizens. when we fail to be responsible selves. im tired of the double standards that have us waving acts and laws when the foundation is sand. talking rights. with some women using them to abuse and further small gains. double standards that have the 'new' woman being all interested and multitasking all things dude like when its like but sometimes it feels like guys arent prepared to listen to what we would also like. the double standards that forget that to say you understand can be a different matter altogether to actually understanding. and moving from there.
people differ. women differ. take the time to read the signposts. to chance take is to know that someone might not find it flattering. some people dont mind. people differ. there is nothing flattering about a constant barrage of misplaced/a**umed sexual references at inappropriate times and in inappropriate spaces - namely work spaces that is. and if this means we need to understand what inappropriate spaces means. then by all means lets go there. the texture of the human experience is both simple and complicated. very often we journey tricky terrain. life in shades of grey. it is of the imperative that we begin to understand what that means and what it takes. in practice. to build around it. to not is neglect. take the time to read the signposts. because one day unbeknown to you you will find yourself as someones last straw and it will be a situation. the type that drives me to drink.
the subject of my affliction. he who pushes me over the edge and inadvertently helps me grow. is some guy from work. who recently made the most shocking comment. he calls me over. very serious looking. so i stop what im doing. move over at quick speed. as far as i was concerned he was about to give me some gentle nudge in the right direction. advise me in some way. he was standing there with another guy. someone older than both of us. who proceeded to get all shifty eyed and move away as soon as moment was now under way. im afraid i will not repeat what he said. to that degree its personal. i think maybe it doesnt matter really what gets said. what matters is its effect. id like to focus on effect. it was very very sexual. he left me feeling so uncomfortable he may aswell have just put his hands all over me. such was the impact of his words. its not even about him really. under any circumstances its the kind of comment that could only have come from my guy. and even then at a push. it would have to have been made be my guy for a while. not a somebody just nje. he must never. i thought i had just stepped into a scene in a movie. and i was the anti hero. i thought i was the one going mad. i said what. i regained my balance again and followed that up with an excuse me. he didnt stop. he didnt see the light of my soul frantically flashing amber. or he just plain refused like he couldnt be bothered. he just got louder and more brash. and as i started to walk away. keep walking they say. the words. they betrayed me. falling out my mouth like. how dare you. i stopped. and turned around. because from my reaction what should have followed. what should have followed was the beginnings of an apology. we are talking a cool guy here guys. someone i was cracking jokes with. most of them dodge. we are not talking a 'for lack of a we had an established rapport' situation. i know his tip. and ive laffed. safe to say i wonder if these are not scenes that capture the makings of an ice queen then. when familiarity breeds such contempt. he crossed a line. it took my everything to drag myself off. fuming. i was shaking. my words stumbling over themselves to jump in. he crossed the line and upon my indicating as such. where there should have been an apology all i got for my tries was this big show about how i cant take a joke. and he wont change. this is who he is. and and and. mind you there was no laughter in his eyes when i looked up that first time to meet his comment. when my eyes said careful. his said no. when mine said chuckle now. chuckle nervously and chuckle fast. his said no. and his mouth continued. a spade. digging. with one girl later sort of coming in like. thats him and thats how he is. now trying to be managing me as the situation. the aggrieved. when they should have jumped in then. instead of shirking off into corners. rather taking the chance on me instead of him. the same way zumas behaviour can be seen as questionable. when someone of his party standing. of his age. did not get up and atleast tactically rebuke malimas comments right then. someone with a clearer/sharper knowledge of the game. now everyone is nervous. nervous because now the chance might just grow into a scene. because now its too late. its too late at the part where im half throwing things around. getting angrier and angrier. angry simply because im like this shouldnt even be happening. here. its too late now at the part where im saying how dare you. how dare you talk to me like that. it took my everything. walking away giving the art of restraint a chance. it was just certainly not the space. and one of us had to check ourselves for the bigger picture. the aggrieved. and then when i file this complaint and he gets his a** fired. im the party pooper. when i get up and say i dont want this to happen. it shouldnt be happening. do me a favour and know who you can say that shyt to. feel free. just dont be subjecting people who are minding their own business to stuff they arent looking for.
there is nothing more tedious. with time off the clock. trying to make our moves. change our lives. to spend your time trying to get through the bores of life admin. just under g. and then also to find that as a woman moving through these spaces most times you are now immediately a woman for the taking. people are hustling you guys. we are all hustling. sometimes we are not there to look pretty. not there for your convenience. and then there will be some sob story about young ladies are not inspired enough. arent taking advantage of the opportunities out there of their own free will. not making their mark and their invaluable contribution. for some yes. that may very well be the case. for some its just way too much trouble than its worth.
he was just one too many.
and its a question. when does it stop being a joke. when we are all there hustling. when does it stop being a joke. when im the tos for being moved to react. when im damned if i speak. and damned if i dont. when does it stop being a joke. if i dont share in the joke. when im standing there telling you i dont find it funny. and you are not sorry. when we are all bound by the same common courtesy as fellow human beings. when does it stop being a joke.
we cannot always change what came before. we cannot always change what we already know. but we can create new knowledge.
but anyway. goodmorning then. i hope you have a nice day. make it not blue. but a yellow monday.
ed's note: this is my personal feeling. my personal opinion. i do not a**ume and do not intend to be speaking on behalf of all women. this a very general attempt framed in my own personal understanding and experience.
it is a narrative that begins at. i couldnt sleep. i tossed and i turned. and now it is around 4 am and i am here. writing to someone. to anyone. perhaps it a conversation i am trying to have. or perhaps it is my therapy. but nonetheless it is around 4 am and here i am. writing.
choked up. trying to find the correct tone. wondering if i will succeed. wondering if it even makes a difference. wondering if i actually care. because right now what i am is angry. and in so doing i find that in addition to that im also tired. im so tired of keeping quiet against my will.
but then what people have to say. we rubbish it. or we ignore it. but now heres the thing. generally. particularly right now. we find ourselves in positions of lamenting the absence of voices who say something else. and yet. that starts small. does it not. that starts with the practicing of the ablility to engage in responsible conversations. and if what happens at the the micro level goes on to be reflected in the macro. it starts small. these ofcourse being the very conversations we are not having. or maybe dont know how to have. i think this is probably why i find myself here. im always threatening to write some or other indignant letter to some or other body. but it occurs to me to start at home. we spend so much time in these spaces. find ourselves in these spaces. grow. i should apparently know better. like but whats the point. things always so misconstrued. disrespected. taken for granted. misunderstood. this always standing so lost in translation. im apparently supposed to know better. but i dont. i know some of you. some of you i dont. but i have no doubt that in our moving in and out of here i share space with some illustrious company. in whatever way shape or form. you are the people i am walking with. this right here is a collective. is a community. is a space.
im going to try to watch my tone. only because i think its important. and its important because i need for whoever takes the time to realise that im not fighting. this is no accusation/indictment on men. i am not saying this is how men are. i am saying this is something that happens. there is a difference. i would be sad if my efforts were to be reduced to such. that would be to render this a complete waste of time. which i dont believe it will be. what this is is a question.
WHEN DOES IT STOP BEING A JOKE.
and this is now me shooting from the heart. from the hip. putting my foot in it. etc etc. it is whatever it may be called. but here it is. and it is what it is.
im so tired of keeping quiet against my will. because it is a strange thing. but i feel like even in so called enlightened spaces (enlightened the word used for all intents and purposes). it becomes a most difficult thing to say something. wait until you are a woman with an opinion. some of the thoughts comfortable others not. what ive experienced is that we are quick to label people who say. who say i dont like this. we call them aggressive. we call them confrontational. we judge them. and we punish them. we punish them in our families. we punish them in schools. we punish them in our cultures. we punish them in our societies. we punish them in our various groupings. the same way we punish people who raise their voices in discontent against any prevailing order. the status quo that always benefits one over another. problems surmounting. the unspoken rule is that it is uncool to respond to issues.
i am not writing this to ball break or whatever other tag gets attached. i am just tired. i am so tired of being told i cant take a joke. when the said joke is always at my expense. when the very idea of it being a joke is only as it were a disclaimer. and then in all these conspiracies of silence. people learn to keep quiet. problems/challenges arent solved. and resentment rises. and then hark! we are surprised at the state of the world outside. why. who is the world outside if it isnt a you and me. we arent willing to risk ourselves enough to start engaging in a manner so urgently required in our societies. how exactly do we plan to be responsible global citizens. when we fail to be responsible selves. im tired of the double standards that have us waving acts and laws when the foundation is sand. talking rights. with some women using them to abuse and further small gains. double standards that have the 'new' woman being all interested and multitasking all things dude like when its like but sometimes it feels like guys arent prepared to listen to what we would also like. the double standards that forget that to say you understand can be a different matter altogether to actually understanding. and moving from there.
people differ. women differ. take the time to read the signposts. to chance take is to know that someone might not find it flattering. some people dont mind. people differ. there is nothing flattering about a constant barrage of misplaced/a**umed sexual references at inappropriate times and in inappropriate spaces - namely work spaces that is. and if this means we need to understand what inappropriate spaces means. then by all means lets go there. the texture of the human experience is both simple and complicated. very often we journey tricky terrain. life in shades of grey. it is of the imperative that we begin to understand what that means and what it takes. in practice. to build around it. to not is neglect. take the time to read the signposts. because one day unbeknown to you you will find yourself as someones last straw and it will be a situation. the type that drives me to drink.
the subject of my affliction. he who pushes me over the edge and inadvertently helps me grow. is some guy from work. who recently made the most shocking comment. he calls me over. very serious looking. so i stop what im doing. move over at quick speed. as far as i was concerned he was about to give me some gentle nudge in the right direction. advise me in some way. he was standing there with another guy. someone older than both of us. who proceeded to get all shifty eyed and move away as soon as moment was now under way. im afraid i will not repeat what he said. to that degree its personal. i think maybe it doesnt matter really what gets said. what matters is its effect. id like to focus on effect. it was very very sexual. he left me feeling so uncomfortable he may aswell have just put his hands all over me. such was the impact of his words. its not even about him really. under any circumstances its the kind of comment that could only have come from my guy. and even then at a push. it would have to have been made be my guy for a while. not a somebody just nje. he must never. i thought i had just stepped into a scene in a movie. and i was the anti hero. i thought i was the one going mad. i said what. i regained my balance again and followed that up with an excuse me. he didnt stop. he didnt see the light of my soul frantically flashing amber. or he just plain refused like he couldnt be bothered. he just got louder and more brash. and as i started to walk away. keep walking they say. the words. they betrayed me. falling out my mouth like. how dare you. i stopped. and turned around. because from my reaction what should have followed. what should have followed was the beginnings of an apology. we are talking a cool guy here guys. someone i was cracking jokes with. most of them dodge. we are not talking a 'for lack of a we had an established rapport' situation. i know his tip. and ive laffed. safe to say i wonder if these are not scenes that capture the makings of an ice queen then. when familiarity breeds such contempt. he crossed a line. it took my everything to drag myself off. fuming. i was shaking. my words stumbling over themselves to jump in. he crossed the line and upon my indicating as such. where there should have been an apology all i got for my tries was this big show about how i cant take a joke. and he wont change. this is who he is. and and and. mind you there was no laughter in his eyes when i looked up that first time to meet his comment. when my eyes said careful. his said no. when mine said chuckle now. chuckle nervously and chuckle fast. his said no. and his mouth continued. a spade. digging. with one girl later sort of coming in like. thats him and thats how he is. now trying to be managing me as the situation. the aggrieved. when they should have jumped in then. instead of shirking off into corners. rather taking the chance on me instead of him. the same way zumas behaviour can be seen as questionable. when someone of his party standing. of his age. did not get up and atleast tactically rebuke malimas comments right then. someone with a clearer/sharper knowledge of the game. now everyone is nervous. nervous because now the chance might just grow into a scene. because now its too late. its too late at the part where im half throwing things around. getting angrier and angrier. angry simply because im like this shouldnt even be happening. here. its too late now at the part where im saying how dare you. how dare you talk to me like that. it took my everything. walking away giving the art of restraint a chance. it was just certainly not the space. and one of us had to check ourselves for the bigger picture. the aggrieved. and then when i file this complaint and he gets his a** fired. im the party pooper. when i get up and say i dont want this to happen. it shouldnt be happening. do me a favour and know who you can say that shyt to. feel free. just dont be subjecting people who are minding their own business to stuff they arent looking for.
there is nothing more tedious. with time off the clock. trying to make our moves. change our lives. to spend your time trying to get through the bores of life admin. just under g. and then also to find that as a woman moving through these spaces most times you are now immediately a woman for the taking. people are hustling you guys. we are all hustling. sometimes we are not there to look pretty. not there for your convenience. and then there will be some sob story about young ladies are not inspired enough. arent taking advantage of the opportunities out there of their own free will. not making their mark and their invaluable contribution. for some yes. that may very well be the case. for some its just way too much trouble than its worth.
he was just one too many.
and its a question. when does it stop being a joke. when we are all there hustling. when does it stop being a joke. when im the tos for being moved to react. when im damned if i speak. and damned if i dont. when does it stop being a joke. if i dont share in the joke. when im standing there telling you i dont find it funny. and you are not sorry. when we are all bound by the same common courtesy as fellow human beings. when does it stop being a joke.
we cannot always change what came before. we cannot always change what we already know. but we can create new knowledge.
but anyway. goodmorning then. i hope you have a nice day. make it not blue. but a yellow monday.
ed's note: this is my personal feeling. my personal opinion. i do not a**ume and do not intend to be speaking on behalf of all women. this a very general attempt framed in my own personal understanding and experience.
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Motoring Forum / THE HOT BOY
« on: June 15, 2008, 11:42:11 PM »
* whistles *
i was minding my own businesses. i was. moseying along. some arb street. some arb day. and then hark! those strange voices in my head again. like look. look. so i look up. and im like. what the. what. is. that. all behind some fiiiine specimen of creation. had me crooning like 'heeyyy you'. straining necks like but whats your name guy. and i was led. you would have seen me following. like but who are YOU. turns out they call him R8. oooh a bit of meanie he is. vorsprung they say.
and i am allowed to be shallow and just look him up and down. nevermind stats and revving engines. just be like. oh he-llo there. * winks at him *
tedious interior though...
* hoots at other kids in the lane like youre in my way *
i was minding my own businesses. i was. moseying along. some arb street. some arb day. and then hark! those strange voices in my head again. like look. look. so i look up. and im like. what the. what. is. that. all behind some fiiiine specimen of creation. had me crooning like 'heeyyy you'. straining necks like but whats your name guy. and i was led. you would have seen me following. like but who are YOU. turns out they call him R8. oooh a bit of meanie he is. vorsprung they say.
and i am allowed to be shallow and just look him up and down. nevermind stats and revving engines. just be like. oh he-llo there. * winks at him *
tedious interior though...
* hoots at other kids in the lane like youre in my way *
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Hot Traxxx / EJ VON LYRIC
« on: June 11, 2008, 02:27:11 PM »
well with a name like that. how cla**ic is that. ej von lyric.
its quite possible im late (we've covered this ground before) but ej on some solo. 'show me nothing'.
how tight is this concept...
its quite possible im late (we've covered this ground before) but ej on some solo. 'show me nothing'.
how tight is this concept...
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Hip Hop Events / HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAKER
« on: November 28, 2007, 06:21:18 AM »
...qala qala ngentsomi. chos' ntsomi. kwakukho intombazana
there was a girl once. a stranger. one lonely and wet night. water playing havoc with the quiet city streets. perhaps there was even a more than a slight wind. skirting flirtishly in between the deserted spaces. whistling. unfulfilled notes rising up to meet the empty echo of the sound of uncertainty. just a girl. pullling a thembi comes to joburg. jumping. freefalling from the frying pan of her life into the fire of her dreams. the driver of the vehicle (thank you deepea). stood aside. not sure. watching. in disbelief - you mean you dont know her.
and each heartbeat much like a tap dance in the arena of fear. each step burdened with a deep trepidation towards this inviting unknown. there were no willing arms. the very texture of the memory itself is uncomfortable. there was certainly no place to call home. glancing wearily at her innumerable bags and heavy boxes. heavy. much like her own soul. the remains of the now crumpled address in her pocket. her fingers toyed nervously with the bell.
and so it is that that girl knocked on a door she had never seen. waited on by someone she didnt know. and came home to the kindest. shyest smile. a small voice said 'hi'.
it was beaker who opened the door for me that night...
beaker aka the beak aka sthefano demera aka someones child aka sthembile g aka immortal tech aka the hack aka the critic. the cynic. and the tag line says: 'i dont engage'. aka everybodys biggest fan aka my friend.
you. archer. are the dreamer of the zodiac. your natural self is the sun. and your motto is 'i see'.
you are finely traced in the fibre of my existence as the girl who felt concern for a girl you had never met in your life before. that is who you are. and you will have come to have built another person. and as we rise and fall. you teach me. humble me. correct me. guide me. laff at me. you are there. dont take me seriously. take me seriously. i learn. and i adore you. this is me reflecting you. THANK YOU.
there was a girl once. a stranger. one lonely and wet night. water playing havoc with the quiet city streets. perhaps there was even a more than a slight wind. skirting flirtishly in between the deserted spaces. whistling. unfulfilled notes rising up to meet the empty echo of the sound of uncertainty. just a girl. pullling a thembi comes to joburg. jumping. freefalling from the frying pan of her life into the fire of her dreams. the driver of the vehicle (thank you deepea). stood aside. not sure. watching. in disbelief - you mean you dont know her.
and each heartbeat much like a tap dance in the arena of fear. each step burdened with a deep trepidation towards this inviting unknown. there were no willing arms. the very texture of the memory itself is uncomfortable. there was certainly no place to call home. glancing wearily at her innumerable bags and heavy boxes. heavy. much like her own soul. the remains of the now crumpled address in her pocket. her fingers toyed nervously with the bell.
and so it is that that girl knocked on a door she had never seen. waited on by someone she didnt know. and came home to the kindest. shyest smile. a small voice said 'hi'.
it was beaker who opened the door for me that night...
beaker aka the beak aka sthefano demera aka someones child aka sthembile g aka immortal tech aka the hack aka the critic. the cynic. and the tag line says: 'i dont engage'. aka everybodys biggest fan aka my friend.
you. archer. are the dreamer of the zodiac. your natural self is the sun. and your motto is 'i see'.
you are finely traced in the fibre of my existence as the girl who felt concern for a girl you had never met in your life before. that is who you are. and you will have come to have built another person. and as we rise and fall. you teach me. humble me. correct me. guide me. laff at me. you are there. dont take me seriously. take me seriously. i learn. and i adore you. this is me reflecting you. THANK YOU.
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Hip Hop Events / JILLY FROM PHILLY
« on: November 04, 2007, 09:05:50 PM »
* takes deep breath *
the hour is upon us.
JILL SCOTT. DECEMBER 9. THE DOME - JOZI.
the wait is over. thats whats up.
the hour is upon us.
JILL SCOTT. DECEMBER 9. THE DOME - JOZI.
the wait is over. thats whats up.
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Hip Hop Events / HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATE
« on: November 03, 2007, 07:46:33 AM »
- THE HIP HOP EVENT OF OUR TIME -
the sensai was born today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATE
i wish for you. YOU.
thank you for everything man. may they bless you.
sidenote: are you like thirty now. on some 'im thirty plus' or what. huh. what. whaaaat! :twisted:
the sensai was born today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TATE
i wish for you. YOU.
thank you for everything man. may they bless you.
sidenote: are you like thirty now. on some 'im thirty plus' or what. huh. what. whaaaat! :twisted:
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / the yelow brick road...
« on: October 30, 2007, 04:48:32 PM »
...is gone.
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
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The Office / the yellow brick road
« on: October 30, 2007, 04:47:30 PM »
...is gone.
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is but too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
the yellow brick road is gone
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is but too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
the yellow brick road is gone
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Hot Traxxx / the yellow brick road...
« on: October 30, 2007, 04:45:25 PM »
...is gone.
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
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Hot Traxxx / the yellow brick road...
« on: October 30, 2007, 04:44:21 PM »
...is gone.
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
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Hot Traxxx / the yellow brick road...
« on: October 30, 2007, 04:44:05 PM »
...is gone.
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
i saw my life flashing. i did. and i am but a memory of my former self. heartbreak and devastation. the world is too much.
:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:
it is the day 'pa** it on' pa**ed on
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Movie Talk / DAYS OF OUR LIVES (THE MOVIE)
« on: October 25, 2007, 03:51:02 PM »
ja ne. ja. its a full on drama.
its a conspiracy. its the system. * bangs head on table * we is just some coupla ladies tryna have a good time (we dont cause trouble. we dont bother nobody). whatagowaning...
this is my last attempt girls.
its a conspiracy. its the system. * bangs head on table * we is just some coupla ladies tryna have a good time (we dont cause trouble. we dont bother nobody). whatagowaning...
this is my last attempt girls.