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