Day 14 - Provide pictures of 5 celebrity crushes.

I'll gladly do so...

1. When he dances...

2. Siz and Scoop

3. Kris Hump... I could climb all of that.

4. Young, yes. But he can still get it...

5. I love them as a single entity, but Jigga more than Bey (obviously).

Day 13 - Three confessions of your choice.

1. It's not something I like to talk about much, but well, it's been the question on most lips across the globe for what may be a decade now, so it was me. I let the dogs out.

2. I'm a huge fan of the Twilight Series (._.") I'm not proud.

3. I judge people (especially friends) who misspell and mispronounce words. Sorry ,guys. *shrugs*

Day 11 - What is your favourite qoute?

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

"Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable."

Both Maya Angelou quotes and both very much my favourite.

Day 10 - If you could only live off of one food and one beverage for the rest of your days, what would they be?

The beverage part, I don't even have to thing about. Milk :') is what makes the world go round, and it's especially made from God's tears.

The food, well that would depend on whether I would be allowed to have this any way I wanted, at anytime I wanted. I'd choose potatoes. Baked, fried, boiled, mashed, it doesn't matter. Just as long as I can have my potatoes.

Day 9 - Pet peeves

1. I'm going to assume this applies to everybody. Bad breath.
2. Staring.
3. Bad spelling.
4. Rodents (Okay, so this may be more of a fear than a pet peeve, but allow.)
5. Tight clothes on uhmm... Robust people.

More will be added at a later stage...

Day 3 - Three things you want to say to different people.

1. Shawn Carter AKA Jay Z: "Just let me be your mistress then."

2. My older sister, Siky Mtambeka: " Thank you for being a mother, a sister and a best friend to me all these years."

3. My future grandchildren: "Your grandmother was one the coolest, most buck people you could ever be related to. It's genetic, so make the most of it and blame it on bad genes. That worked for me all the time.*shrugs*"

Day 7 - Do you read? What are your favourite books?

Funny enough, I'm reading one of my favourite books at the moment, just to remind myself why I love it so much. It's titled "Cry, the beloved country" by Alan Paton. I fell in love with it after I watched the movie in grade 4 and much to my delight, they had the paperback version of it in our school library. I borrowed. I read. I loved. 

But my ulimate favourite author is Jodi Picoult and I've quite the collection of her books stacked in my shelf (read as under my bed and in my cupboard). Of them all, I really enjoyed "Vanishing Acts" and "Mercy". Both tear-jerkers but a great read. Makes one think of the extremes they'd be willing to go for the people they claim to care about.

Another book I can think of is one titled "The testimony" by Anita Shreve. A book that portrays the scandals that go on beneath an elite New England boarding school. This leads to an upheaval in the lives of many. A well written novel by Shreve.

Anele Mdoda's It Feels Wrong To Laugh, But.. had me laughing throughout the book which is why it makes it on my list of favourite books. An easy read, yet very entertaining. 

Day 5 - Five places you want to visit.

1. "NEW YORRRK! concrete jungle where dreams are made of, theres nothing you can't do." As soon as I visit this place, I'll know I've made it in this thing here we call life.

2. One of the most beautiful cities of the ancient world, ROME baby!

3. The city of angels, Los Angeles, California.

 

4. Just to spend some of that Arab money, Dubai.

5. Solely to take a picture next to a red telephone booth, I'd travel all the way to London. And ofcourse for the beautiful London Bridge.

Day 4 - The meaning behind your tumblr name.

First thing I want to clear up is the fact that this isn't a tumblr account, it's blogspot. Nonetheless, it's still a blog and serves the same purpose.

I decided on the name AllThingsZee because my blog isn't about anything specific, like fashion or cars, but rather ALL the THINGS that ZEE (Zethu, myself) fancies talking about, depending on the mood.

Day three - Your day in great detail.

I woke up, late as usual, and scrambled to the bathroom with my toiletry bag and vanity case. Quick shower, about 5 minutes to be exact, and just as I was about to dry up, Zizipho, my most prized and cherished alarm-clock called me. I told her I'd be at school soon. LIES.

Not sure what to wear, I picked out a pair of jeans and a black top from my laundry the previous day (Eric wouldn't be proud). No breakfast for me. Not only because I was late but because I don't have milk. Dueces to my room-mate whose still asleep.

I literally power-walked till I got to the robots. An excuse to stop. I was starting to get tired. Power-walk commenced as I got to cross the street.

I got to school. Attended my first lecture of the day (big achievement for me) and bunked my second one and third one. My friends and I went for lunch, which we refer to as the works. A student burger (vetkoek/fatcake) and chips (frenchfries) with extra spice, extra vinegar and lots of tomato sauce.

After stuffing ourselves with this tremendous meal, we sat in the sun for some vitamin D. At 13h30, we had an English test to write. I murdered it. After that, I headed to the computer lab to do a GROUP assignment that was due the following day (today) ALONE. Thanks a lot guys.

I headed back to res after 17h00. When I got to my room, lo and behold, this random girl who loves to visit my room ( I may have led her to think I liked her, but still...) is sitting on my bed. I began tidying my room, since I sort of left it in a mess earlier. I said nothing the whole time because I must admit, I was angry. Who wants an annoying visitor over after a long and tiring day. This girl went on and on about nothing with my room-mate. I sat there for a while, making it obvious the visitor wasn't welcome. After a while, I left the room to go chill with friends.

Lelethu, Sibu and Zenande always seem to improve my mood. They're probably right up there with Eric, Zizipho and Siya at being awesome. We talked, joked, laughed, and laughed even more. They later convinced me to go to church with them. And we did. Just a small service for the youth. I helped tons though. When I got to my room, the visitor was still there, eating out of MY bowl. I was livid, but said nothing. Instead I got into bed, did a crossword puzzle, played solitaire on my phone and fell asleep.

Owning womanhood...

"A man leads, guides, decides, protects and provides. A woman supports, inspires, influences, nourishes and nurtures."

This is something I heard on the radio one morning when I had pressed the snooze button on my alarm clock one too many times.I was busy trying to maneuver my head through my vest without having to take my headsets off when I paused, mid-maneuver, to listen to Azania's guest stipulate our roles in relationships, and how, by simply letting ourselves be women, we were halfway there at making these relationships work.

A year after my parents' seperation, I found myself doing all the hard labour around the house. Fixing broken appliances, carrying heavy items, etc. Naturally, this never bothered me because of all four of us females around the house, I was the strongest.

So one night, my then boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch, pretending to watch something uninteresting that was on the television just so we could hook up later (read as making-out and beyond)

To pass time, I would settle for playing with his belly-button.This was something we never agreed on. Five seconds into playing with his navel and we were wrestling on the living room floor. Following that, he asked me something so unexpected. "Why are you so strong?", he asked. I gave in. I didn't want him thinking he was in a relationship with a Xena, when he was nowhere near being a Hercules.

That night made me realise that when the opportunity presented itself, I would be more than willing to relinquish power to men. Not to boost their egos, but because it made me feel WOMANly.

Chivalry may be in a deep coma, but it is far from being dead. It's bound to be hard for men to be gentlemen when women won't act like ladies. I'm not saying women should be subordinate to men, but truly speaking, we have our roles.

Anele Mdoda, South African radio DJ addressed a similar issue in a book she wrote this year title "It Feels Wrong To Laugh, But...". In one chapter, she talks about her views on female soldiers. She writes, "Woman have no business being in front-line combat... We are the queens who already lose blood every month. The same queens who carry life in our bellies and give birth to the soldiers of the nations." *APPLAUDS*

Women need to know their roles and be secure about them. In the end, we all know that women are the ones who keep everything glued together. Having men take the credit every once in a while can sometimes be a good thing. Let them.

Just like Michelle Obama KNOWS she can run the U.S as well, if not even better, than Barack. But she settles for being the first lady. Knowing that all other (sensible) women know she's the one keeps things glued together.

Another example, Beyonce aka KingBey. Everybody knows though, that when Jigga is in the building, she's QUEENBey. It's not being submissive, it's letting herself be his woman.

Feminists might want to throttle me for this post, but nowhere did I say that they can't or shouldn't play the roles men play. By all means, be the lady in the biggest chair at the boardroom amoungst men only. But at home, know your role. Even if you bring home a bigger paycheck. Men will appreciate it and treat you like the Queen you truly are for it.

I'm out.

                           signed:QueenZee.

Day 2 - Ten likes and dislikes.

Likes: A genuine smile, dessert, rainy days, laughter, a wicked sense of humour, warmth, an interesting book, long phone calls, cereal, good music.

Dislikes: Warm and soggy cereal, scorching hot days, inconsiderate people, grumpy people, game shows, rats, too many peircings on a person, bad handwriting, facebook, having to think too hard.

Day 1 - Write some basic things about yourself.

My name is Zethu Mtambeka.
I was born on March 26, year N/A. *chuckles*
I have a son who turns 2 in October.
I love cereal.
My bestfriend is my older sister, Siky.

Challenge ACCEPTED!

Woah.

So it's been a while, hey. Almost too long. Being a journalist-in-training isn't as easy as I was hoping. If it isn't a test that's occupying me, then its's an assignment. But to keep me going, I wake up every morning and quote my grade ten English teacher, Mr Micheal Watson, who would always say "Life is hard and then you die.". Every morning, I oath. My roommate thought I was mad the first few times, even figured she was probably having Deja Vu. But the objective is met and all ends well because of this ritual I carry out every morning.




presenting the gentlemen who is behind the art you're about to witness, Inga Somdyala. remember this name because soon it'll be in the lights and you know you want to be the person who goes "oh, I remember hearing about that guy in varsity".






"glory"



this one is my favourite out of the three. so much emotion.

this one was titled "lift off"



as I was going through all my birthday wishes on Facebook, dear old me stumbled upon some great art, done by an extraordinary fellow I had the pleasure of getting to know in 2010. I want to post some of his work here, but I just need to get his permission first. let's all cross our fingers and hold thumbs that he lets me because I really want to share it with you all.

and other drugs

Happy Birthday To Me

So today I turned 19. Nothing scares me like ageing. And I don't mean physically, or even mentally. It's just that so many expectations come with it. Like how the more the years go by, I won't be able to scream like a starstruck teenager and cry actual tears when I finally get to meet Chris Brown. And if I really do hit my mid-life crisis at 25 as anticipated, I won't be able to shave half my head or get a red weave like most girls were ballsy enough to do at my age.

But you know what, 19 is nothing. Or at least nothing compared to 20. I always make fun of people who turn 20 and tell them the story of how my brother who came back from P.E in his 2nd or 3rd year of varsity, showing us a dance move, telling us how it was THE move that everybody was doing. This was in 2007. Fast-forward to December 31st, 2009, my brother was doing the SAME move, saying the SAME words he had said when he showed it to us two years before. I automatically associated that with the dreaded 2-0.

What does have me panicking though, are the Justin Biebers and Selena Gomez' of this world who have basically built empires of their own before the ages of 19. Alas, this doesn't make me feel like a failure in the least bit. I'm in my first year of varsity (as most people my age should be), with new friends (and old) and learning to stand on my own two feet. I still have 11 more years to start worrying about marriage and all the other adulty things one has to worry about.


In the mean time, I'll just enjoy Chris Brown's music at an ignorant level, laugh out loud at the most awkward and random moments, chew on ice-lollies and chocolate bars before sensitive teeth start catching up with me, keep buying ridiculously expensive magazines I have no business owning in the hopes of aquiring one or two of those even more expensive outfits found in them by the time I turn 30. In the meantime, hooray to myself and a S/O to the big guy upstairs for giving me 19 years of  my life... BOTTOMS UP *raises hello kitty mug with chocolate milk in it*

So recently I started stalking this young lady, and with good reason. She's what most people call a go-getter and she's making things happen for herself. I'm not quite certain whether or not I can use her name but with a bit of time, I'll reveal her because one thing you guys can be sure of is that this isn't the last time you hear of her. She owns one of the most recognised blogs in SA, which is one of the few reasons I fell madly in love with her work. She also does some presenting on a local TV station in PE called BayTV. Recently, she went to an audition for presenting on a South African music show called Live and on last week's show, her name was announced in the top 14. It may not seem like much but I just love it when locals, and by locals I mean from the Eastern Cape, represent. She makes me want to make things happen for myself.

paperback version of Vanishing Acts

"the only person i can honestly say i'd give my own life to save is you, simply because in the accounting scheme of my heart, your life means more than mine"- the character of Elise Vasqueze in the novel Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult.

i love Elise's narration in the book because that is when she tells her side of the events. and one would think that she would try to justify her actions but surprisingly enough, she does just the opposite and confesses her undying love for her daughter.

one of my biggest inspirations is a rapper who goes by the name Lupe Fiasco. and the reason i like this guy so much is because he's not your average rapper. he originally didn't like hip-hop because the genre degraded women but fell inlove with it after hearing an album by one of the coolest rappers of our time, Nas. the Muslim rapper does not drink nor smoke and does not wear chains as they "bother him when he skates". talk about different.

"she would be my queen, i could be her king, together she would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever. and i would never feel pain, and never be without pleasure ever again, and if the rain never stops, and everything's dry, she would cry, just so i would drink the tears from her eyes. she'd teach me how to fly, even cushion my fall, if my engines stall and plummet from the sky, but she would keep me high, and if i ever die, she would commission my image on her bosom, to him or maybe she'd retire as well. a match made in heaven, sets the fire in hell. and i'll be..."- Lupe Fiasco

welcome to my world *pauses and cues violins*

Nothing normal about this blog. No, sirry. On my blog, we have fairies, unicorns galloping around all day and glitter falling from the sky. KIDDING!
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