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Dearest Reader, I wasn't going to write for some time because I had nothing to share, when, like God's providence, this little gem fell onto my ratchet hands. I laughed until my stomach hurt, and thereafter, I shared it with those around me, and more laughter ensued. Look, we always blame teachers for every negative thing that occurs to our children because the excuse is that, teachers spend more time with the pupils, but what I am about to show you will dispute all those allegations and prove that, the problem is at home, NOT at school. The problem is with Momzillas! Prepare to laugh your ass off, and read the letter below. Some background info is that an innocent teacher accidentally kicked a kid's bag from the second floor to the ground floor (stifles a laugh) and I suppose, the school bag was torn in the process, and this is how the parent retaliated to an innocent mistake. And, oh, this parent has been watching Real Housewives of New York, or BasketBall Wives LA...

Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe We do not receive   wisdom , we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our   wisdom   is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world. Marcel Proust We are here to do; and through doing to learn; and through learning to know; and through k nowing to experience wonder; and through wonder to attain   wisdom ; and through   wisdom   to find simplicity; and through simplicity to give a ttention; and through attention to see what needs to be done. From the 'Pirke Avot' Dearest Reader, My last blog was quite the read I am sure. I don't know who said this, but I think it is something from a Dr.  Seuss book where it says, "Those who mind do not matter, and those who matter do not mind...", and like a tight formula, it worked out that way. My friends, of all race...

Dearest Reader, I have been thinking about racism lately. I have also been thinking about my naivety of thinking that I could live in a world where all cultures celebrated their differences without it causing problems. I pretty much have love for all people. I don't concern myself with people's cultures as a source of conflict because intrinsically, I know better. The problem though is that, my culture and ethnicity has been a concern for many people, and it has also been a source of many of their mental conflict, negativity and perversions. I am a "victim" of being viewed by many ethnic groups and cultures as being an exception among an inferior, base and uncultured race. This is especially directed to white Africans in this case, but Indians, mixed-race people and other cultures do have that inclination to view me, a black person, and say "Yeah, this one is alright" as if I am a pet in a menagerie, as if it is a surprise that my race and my ance...

Luna =Moon. Lunatic = Moonlike. That is all.  Dearest Reader, I was about to sleep. I had my barely there crop top on, I had my earplugs on, and I was gulping on some water when I asked myself, "What would people remember you for when you are long gone?" and the first answer is always that cynical side of mine which said, "They'll remember you for being a crazy heifer, is what." And then I laughed. Then I mused about it all, and yes, I am crazy but I am not the craziest. As a matter of fact, I am the healthy crazy type, the one that still expresses it, not the ones who are just waiting for you..., waiting for you to say something wrong, do something wrong before they shoot you, pour hot porridge on your ass while you sleep, or worse, waiting to slit their wrists, take that overdose, or whatever fatal action to avoid the pain, humiliation, and whatever else that's driving us crazy in general. What do I do when I lose it? I write. I cry. I bitch and...

Dearest Reader, Puta! This is one of those blogs that people might ask, "Does she not have people to tell her to fall back?" or "Does she not have friends, or people who care around her to tell her not to post such on the internet?" Well, I guess not, because here I am, about to post this because I have tried to talk to all people that I have at my disposal and they have lives to live. The best bet would be to have a shrink on call, but I don't have one of those. *maybe I need a shrink* Seriously, I have not felt this frustrated in a long time. I have to express this venom inside one way or another. I need to purge. I could write a song about it but god, these people aint worth a song. I can go on pointing fingers at people all I want as well, but once a pattern arises, it becomes my problem because it means that I am attracting the same experiences to me. The question is why? Okay, let's start by explaining exactly what I am attracting before ...

Dearest Reader, Birds are chirping outside. It is dawn already. It is a new day, and the last day of February on a leap year, on the year of the apocalypse, February 29th, 2012. Ha! Apparently, women are supposed to ask men out today? Or is this something that happens throughout the entire year? Also, apparently, Earth is supposed to go berserk and destroy us all. Anyway, who cares? It doesn't matter to me. If I wanted to ask someone out on a date, I am sure I would ask them, leap year or not. And, if we are going to all die, I am sure that there is little I can do about it. Ugh! The idea of an apocalypse is depressing, so moving on... I decided to sleep early, but all that did was make my sleeping patterns more unruly. I had woken up to visit the loo at around 02:37am and I never quite fell back to sleep. Then... an IM conversation on Whatsapp might have also contributed to my inability to fall asleep, so I am up. I don't even know who I was speaking to, that's how ...

random pic coz I can't be arsed finding pics Dearest Reader, I am in disbelief and in subtle annoyance that I should be up at this ungodly hour, 07:48am. I only fell asleep 4 hours ago or so. I am not subdued enough to sleep, but I am also not alert enough to be productive. That disposition of ambiguity is annoying. I am a decisive person, and grey areas are generally not my favorite. Therefore, to try to make use of this multi-dimensional state of mind, I decided that the only thing that I can do is write. So, here goes: To begin with, I have a low tolerance for gluten, but due to greed and obvious masochist behavior, I ate a lot of bread and pasta in these last 24 hours and now I have stomach cramps. Perfect! That's exactly what I need in my life right now as I am busy recording. Just perfect. Secondly, I had an awesome time at the studio last night. Preparation and taking one's work seriously, always reaps favourable results, and I am confident to report that ...