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Above is a song called "Hold On" by Pharoahe Monch ft Erykah Badu. This song helped me hold on. You can play it while reading the blog if you like. Enjoy xox Dearest Reader, I am still in denial that I actually exist in such a dark, twisted and evil world. I am not in harmony with this world. I try to make it bearable by squeezing some joy out of a dry rock of pain and suffering, and although possible, it takes quite a bit of discipline and energy to do so. I don’t understand why I am living in a world like this. I don’t understand why I am in the same realm as people who are killing for sport, killing for money, killing for food, killing for power, killing, killing, killing, killing… I don’t understand why I am here, and I don’t know if I am supposed to help change this place, or whether it is even possible to change this place. The Earth is perverted, and it has never been clearer than these last few years since the bombing of the Twin Towers. For others, the horr...

Thank You World Hello There, Thank you for reading my blog guys. *mwah* In no particular order, I would like to thank Brazil, RSA, Germany, United Kingdom, Argentina, Israel, Croatia, USA, South Korea, Armenia, Vietnam, Canada, Switzerland, France, Ghana, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, Australia, Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia, Tunisia, Spain, Kenya, Yemen, Colombia, Ukraine, Pakistan, India, Philippines, Ecuador, Malaysia, Russia, Italy, Burma, Morocco and all the other countries which my software doesn't pick up because there aren't enough readers to show. I love you all. And, some of you shall see me very soon, and not for a social visit either. Yes, you will see me for work, i.e. song, dance and for love of music. Good times are ahead guys. Yes, I lose my cool, Naomi Campbell style, once in a while. Do you know why? I am human, an artistic and a dramatic one at that. Thank you for bearing with me. Thank you for listening to my music. Thank you for being here with me instead of el...

*Blog post written Tuesday, 26th July2011.* Dear Reader, A lot of things have been frustrating me lately, one of which is speaking. So, I have decided to shut up. Speaking has reaped results which I find undesirable. I am now paying for my sins, and I have a feeling that this very post will make me pay some more, but so be it! I am an anarchist at heart, so let it rip! I know, if you have just recently started reading my blog, and when I say recently, I mean this year, or if you have just recently been exposed to me on twitter, or on Facebook, or wherever, you would think I talk a whole lot, huh? Well, that’s half true. I speak a lot when I am really comfortable or really nervous, otherwise I am silent, or I speak when I have something substantial to say. Lately, I’ve just been really comfortable, so much so that I thought I would let you guys know the other side of my personality, the not so serious, not so brooding, not so profound, not so wise, not so preachy side of...

Dear Reader, Yeah, I am living in very dreary, dark times since this weekend. All I thought I knew has just been wiped out, wiped off, and it is all gone to hell! Now, I know nothing. I think I am about to sabotage myself... AGAIN, or maybe I am about to do the right thing?. I don't even know what I'm going to do. Imagine how scary it is to not even know what YOU are going to do next, yourself. Based on self-observation I can't even deduce by past actions what I am going to do next because I am erratic. So... SMH. *sigh*. The truth is that I am afraid. It doesn't happen often. It happens maybe once in two years, but when it does, FUCK ME, it descends like a ton of bricks! Unfortunately, I have to let the fear run its course now since it is already here; since I didn't prevent it from taking over me. I am afraid of failure and success simultaneously. It is a right fucking mess, I tell ya!Yes, right now, I think I should quit the music business because recent even...

Irrelevant picture of me and my friends. We looked high! Meheheh! Dearest Reader, I am sick of people telling me that they love me when they don't act it. I am a typical woman in many ways, I am sure, but I don't live in la-la-land where I assume that I can read people's minds. I will never assume that you love me, or hate me, if you don't act like it, or if I don't feel it. Excuse my cynicism, but get the fuck outa here! You don't love me and no, I have not been hardened by past heartbreak to not believe love when I see it. I have plenty of love in my life to see it from a distance, so don't try that psycho-babble with me. Really? And, I don't hate you, FFS! Does it mean that I hate everyone I am not romantically involved with, because it would seem that this is your reasoning, if you think that I don't want to be with you because I hate you.. I have had it with people making their problems mine; the problems being: their bad sense of judgme...

Dearest Reader, There is nothing in existence that is intrinsically right or wrong. There is only what IS. A question was posed on twitter a while ago and it read: “When one gets into a new relationship, should one get rid of the ex’s photos?” And my initial response was: “Yes, but there are cases where it is unnecessary.” Then, as the tweets came through, someone said, “Only the nosy, overbearing type of person would answer in the affirmative,” and I had just answered in the affirmative, which meant that I am nosy and over-bearing. Or am I? Of course, my ego wanted to jump out to defend and prove myself, to argue that I am most definitely not a nosy and over-bearing person, thank you very much, and then it dawned on me (a) the person could be spot on, or (b) the person could be a tad general with their summation and (c) I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass what the person said because I obviously know what I meant by my affirmative answer and that it did NOT necessarily mean that I was...

Commentary, of observations through  music and Hip - Hop Dearest Reader,  "Commentary" is the title to one of the earliest songs I have ever recorded. I wrote this song because someone said rapping and rhyming was something I wouldn't be able to do. So, to prove a point, I made this song. I am not a rapper per se, but I can rap I guess as it is proved in this song. You can click on the title of this blog to go it, and download it for free if you like. I will also attach the player below. But, before any more discussions on the song, here are the lyrics, so that you can read along as you bump the song through your earphones: "Commentary" by Veronnica Wolpendz Don't ever let karma bite your ass Treasure every soul - let only pleasure be what has What is, and what will be To be or not to be Should be where liberty will be Fear of death manifests the fear of life And the strife of fighting to find the right to be alive Keeps me participating...