"Oh hey, It's been a while. What's your BBM pin?"

So I have accepted the strange reality that I am the only person in the universe who does not have a Blackberry. At this point, I'm convinced that if there is extra- terrestrial life out there, it probably uses the Blackberry too. I have been adamant to remain a counter-revolutionist in the revolution of the BB but it seems to have lost all practicality at this point in time as it seems that there is an entire universe that I am not allowed to enter with my Nokia.

There are a number of reasons why I have been sure that I would never participate in the consumerism of this gadget. Firstly, I actually like human interaction. As in actual people, flesh, skin and bone. It's always weirded me out when I am sitting with someone but they seem to be more interested in the people inside their phones than the people who are actually physically there with them (WTF?). Where their responses becomes limited to the absent minded "uh-huh" that's followed by a random outburst of "Oh Em Gee, you will not believe what this guy just BBMed me!" ( BBMed? How has that become a verb?!).

Also, what I found absolutely scary is the constant beeping!. Never have I seen a gadget that beeps so much in my life before. So I questioned my friend and colleague Jelly (the number one 'Crackberry' addict who I am convince has had her phone surgically sewn on to her hand). She told me that if you do set up a Blackberry Mobile account you are ALWAYS LOGGED ON plus you get all your social feeds. Excuse me?! Why would I want to be always logged on to any chat application? That's scary bordering on all the apocalyptic things that you hear of in the book of Revelations. *getting the heeby jeebies*

I surrender though... No one wants to chat via text any more. People hate my late responses to my emails and Facebook inbox. Sometime vital information is delayed by a day or two because "You didn't know about the exhibition? I know I BBMed it...". Everyone insists that it is cheaper as well.

I fail dismally at managing my simple Nokia, which sometimes rings and beeps unattended for a full day. I wonder how I will survive this gadget but be advised, I am coming on board.

Lord help us all.


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My Rooftop

I was missing lady Khula so much today and I bumped into a school project of hers that  she woke me up for one morning. She's probably the only person who can convince me to come back from work, sleep for two
 hours and wear red lip stick for a camera.

I don't think it's appropriate to use anyone's work without their permission so I can just use one picture. My pictures are everywhere! Someone takes a snap from time to time but lord knows what happens to my poses and pouts... hehehehehe!

Those magum'gedlelas (platform heels) belong to Khula's granma. Istayela is eternal.





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Just been caught up by the grind, I still love thee blog

We were once warriors instead of worriers. Ones who would march forth and free with minimum thought to consequence. Then again, consequences were not were not what they are today. Dirty All Star sneakers and Mohawks have been replaced by the Mainland’s definition of presentable. Mainland ignores the fact that sneakers do not determine one’s IQ and ability.
Calculation has eliminated impulse. We who were once against any form of oppression have become blind to the thin line between cautiousness and self imprisonment. Freedom to act out one’s desires has been renamed recklessness. Survival requires restriction and discipline. Mistakes are priviledges. The Black Label drinking black sheep is extinct. Now exist a new breed that that rocks black suits and drinks anti – depressants. Today’s version of the 6 to 6  involves computer screens and company policies. Innocence and naivety is missed. Not much can be done I suppose... Than make the best of the memories and hope not to lose one’s self.   

*I am fucking tired of the 9-5!*   
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