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Calvin and Celeste.

I was doing some work today, sat down, really hammering up my work. I looked up and Celeste and Calvin were suddenly there. Calvin was trying to will the computer to do his bidding, vaguely succeeding and Celeste was sat on his lap. That's not a strange sight, we've all gotten used to it. They were a bit of a surprise match up. Celeste being the clean cut image girl and Calvin, the grunge kid. No one saw it coming but when it did, we all just kinda stood back and nodded approvingly, well I did. For a common occurence, why would it have any value. Why would I bother posting about that? Well, it got me thinking...

The Face and I have recently called time on us. Essentially we were together, not dating, but with an option to extend contract down the line. For me, that was perfect. I'm still deep in the swing of Singledom. I've got so many things happening in my world at the moment (so does she) and a relationship would just add so much more belly stress. We have a history so us being together wasn't anything new, we dated a few years back. There was a bit of a mash up of things when we were coming to us being together this time around. There were other characters involved, we hooked up, it was a bit like something you'd see in a romcom, mda cheesy.

We had our cute moments. I can't think of when I had so many surprise influxes of affection before. No one made me so soft in the core with such minimal effort in such a small space of time. She is something special in my eyes. It's as if my eyes were being opened to this emotion thing for the first time, it was something hectic. It was something geared up to be quite special. When I saw Celeste and Calvin, it made me think of it all again. Here they were, seemingly different and making things work and I couldn't forge anything out with someone almost exactly like me.

That being said though, we did have our moments. We're two head strong characters who shoot from the hip. We're open but also quite guarded at the same time. It's like two tigers. Tigers are solitary animals, only coming together to mate and then after that it's warfare. When we fought it was almost like that. One if us is gonna try get an upperhand somehow and letting go of that is something that'll never happen, not even if the world crumbled and was swallowed up by Jupiter. Even in it's crappiest moments, it was fun.

I've come to the conclusion that I must be jaded. I don't know what's up with me but these days I have a knack for messing things up. My flight or fight gauge seems to be set on flight. I've used up so much fight that now I'm just like, "Eh, whatever happens, happens". That isn't ideal for anyone trying to get involved with me. It makes me a volatile creature and no one wants that when they're trying to get a little bit of normality in this crazy world. The thing I like most about her is that she's set in stone. There are no surprises. If something is meant to go this way, then it'll go this way. There's no veering off, there's no unpredictability. That's not me. I fly by the seat of my pants. We'll do this now and reflect on the moment later, no matter what may come of it. I've always been someone who thinks in their own messed up way and that sometimes doesn't translate well with the norm. Admittedly, she is exactly what I need, focus. A good tight backhand that slaps me back into shape when I start to fly skew. Obviously right now we haven't had time to really gel and I think that's what made us come to this. In time, it would've worked out perfectly. I feel like if it was given the time, more effort from both parties (I know I need to pull my socks up) things would've gone differently. We were forced into a decision and so this is it. I just couldn't help but think, what if we were like Calvin and Celeste?

Thursday Drains.

This has been one of those days where I'd just like to set a small piece of it on fire and watch it catch alight and burn down with the rest of the bitter hours it brought along.

Okay, that's a bit much, today wasn't that bad. It started off very early, as my days tend to do and I was running late before I even had a chance to switch the TV on for some Sky Sports News. You know how some people have a ritual every day? Some wake up to the same breakfast or have gotten out of bed the same way for the last 50 years? Well, I like to watch SSN. It has the perfect mix of beautiful women and sports that just gets my mind cogs swirling and my day going. This morning though, I missed it, every time. I'd put the channel on, adverts. Walk off to make breakfast, hear it's on and when I come back, adverts. Sneeze, adverts. Cough, adverts. Blink, adverts. You get my drift. It just wasn't working.

By 7:15 I was basically late and then half way to Hillcrest I realised that I'd left all my work behind on my desk and I'd also left my towel behind so gym afterwards was looking doubtful. I get there and thankfully I was herded into the little room where Travis likes to take his women for mating purposes. Him and Sibson were in there, I won't ask as to what they were doing but it was a good place to do some work. The biggest turn around though for me had to be Brissie. Well done Angry Isabella Merchant, you made a normally dour experience into an entertaining one.

By 12 I was feeling beat as poes and by the time 2 o'clock came and I was giving my change to a man who needed money to get home after I'd bought a new towel, the last thing I wanted to do was work out. Today was by far one of the better sessions. I walked out of there feeling dehydrated and siff as ever but refreshed on another level. It's like I was dragged behind a Jeep for hours and then dumped into a cooling spring as my reward. So I mean it stands to reason then that I should be asleep by now. I should be kieshed out like a light, I feel it creeping and it's gonna be a big sleep tonight. This is the first time I've felt properly drained since my shoddy attempts at being Ashley Cole on Sunday. It's also the first time I've been able to walk properly since we played that game. And then end this blog post however you want, I'm tired now.

Some Bitching For Neener.

I haven't posted in a while, I don't even know if this will go through. i've forgotten what my posting address is, it went out along with my old phone.

I got a new phone the other day. It's a nice, not so little Nokia E7. It does everything I ask it too and more. My old Berry treated me well. She was a wizard. From day one till the day I called time on her, she didn't miss a beat. She still functions, my mom has taken over her and seems quite happy. My biggest issue right now, the one bug bear in this reignited romance between Nokia and I has to be the fact that I get free minutes. I get free Cell C to Cell C minutes. I have 4 hours or so of them because of my data purchases. This is great. I can speak to people for years and years because I'll always need to buy data and so there is an unending supply of talk time. I'm sure you're wondering why this is an issue. No one ever looks a gift horse in the mouth right, and this is a great gift. My biggest problem is that I don't know anyone on Cell C..

What am I meant to do with all of this? It's like being given a Ferrari, keys, pink slips, petrol and everything but you're in the middle of the Kruger. Right now my phone balance is looking at me square in the face and burning a hole in me. Why aren't more people Cell C inclined like I am? I don't even know how to tell if they are or not anymore because I have one of the old 084 numbers and the new flock of kids have some other code. If you're on Cell C, hit me up. I may not have anything to say but at least I'll be making use of this rubbish.

Answer Me This.

What makes a bad boy? What do you have to possess so that people will look at you and be like, "Whoa, steer clear of this sack of hectic because he's a bad boy and he'll break you in half child!" I once got told I was a bad boy and I still laugh about it to this day. The other day it came up and it left me in two minds. On the one hand I was quite amped that someone would think that I could be seen as a bit of a danger, but on the other hand I was a little offended because in my heart of hearts, I really am as soft and genuine as they come.

If you go through this blog, I think everything here kind of points to the fact that I'm made up of only marshmallows and unending rivers of irrational feels. If there was ever someone who doesn't really fit the bad boy moniker, I think it would be me. Some may argue that I can be a bit abrasive and lately I haven't been the most outspoken when it comes to endearments and stuff and that's where they draw it from. Some people think that if you're not posting a love lyric every 6 to 7 hours on your social media fronts then you're a heartless wretch and should stay well away from their heart parlours.

"Yeah but Msizi you never date girls, you just kind of have a thing with them and then you move on. You have no feeling." - I think I missed the moment where it became compulsory to date every single person you thought was good looking or intriguing. If I could, then trust me I would. I would date every single girl out there that has left me in awe. I'd love the kak out of them and make them feel as great as they made me feel. If I could, I would be in love every single waking moment but alas, this is the real world and things like that don't happen. The kind of people you see that are constantly with someone and claiming to love every single one of them are the kind of people I'm pretty certain have a mental issue. There is no possible way that you can believe that every single person you fancy, you'll love, and if you say you do then I'm afraid that you're one shallow ass person and that makes you way worse than anything you could call me. I've only ever loved once, t'was brief and sweet and in that moment I knew that there was no possible way that I was experiencing the same thing that someone with several priors before, was. What I had was well better and more genuine than whatever rubbish they were peddling out.

I'd love to be a bad boy though. I'd love to be like the character in Catapult by Arctic Monkeys. I'd love to split the mist with only a whisper, to turn her legs to jelly and leave her with only questions the next morning. It would give my ego a gigantic boost. I guess it all starts off with building a reputation and it seems that I've got a bit of one going, I'm just wondering if I could ever live up to it.

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"The Trip And Tumble Up The Mountain: The Journey To Nirvana."

In the haste and confusion of life, it helps to sit back and clear our minds of all debtors. Only then shall we find peace within. When the world owes us nothing, we have the canvas to create something.
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You're a new perspective. An open letter written from a new set of emotions.
Your lips are scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. You're a vision from the past, here to build the future. I'm falling for you, and how great that is.
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Wolf Like Me - Tv On The Radio

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse I cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but I bet we wouldn't get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my body's frame but god I like it
my hearts aflame
my body's strained but god I like it

My mind has changed
my body's frame but god I like it
my hearts aflame
my body's strained but god I like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your
mongrel mind
baby doll I recognize
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you'll never know unless we go so let me show you
I know its strange another way to get to know you
we've got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it's hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
there's a cure comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever

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Ponini's Forced Post.

"The worst thing you can do is try get rid of your loneliness with someone else. Every person you're ever with that leaves you, will leave you with their own tailored form of heartbreak. No two break ups are ever the same and there is no standard way of dealing with it. That's the siff lesson I've come to learn."

You can't try fill the gap in your life that someone left with another body, it doesn't work like that. You're out there doing all you can to try and forget the times and erase the memories by trying to build something new with someone else but I can promise you that what you're doing now is the wrong way of dealing with things. There comes a time in our lives where we have to accept this truth and accept that we are powerless.

I can go and throw my double bed out and replace it with a single bed. When it comes down to it, both are beds. But there is a big difference between the two. Yes, they both may let me have a comfortable sleep but I'll always remember when I could roll around a few more times in the night and not have to worry about falling out onto the floor. It's very much the same with a break up. No two people in your life will ever be the same. No two people in your life will ever leave the same mark. We're different in how we look and different in how we impact the lives of others. Every person I know, that I've ever been with and I've ever had the pleasure of allowing into my life has left a footprint so vastly different to anyone else that if I ever even thought of going out to try find another like them, it would never work. This is why I think Someone Like You by Adele is one of the worst songs ever released onto us, as impressionable human beings.

Moving on in essence is quite like trying to find a replacement. It's something we have to do eventually, in time, and it is one of the most freeing things that can happen to the human soul. Being able to look back from a better place to where you once were before is something that we really should learn to not take for granted. I wrote this post not because I feel like I was going out in a bid to replace someone in my life. This isn't about a love lost or the need to find another to justify who I am. No, this is my lowbrow attempt at trying to understand how humans work. At the end of the day we are judged by those around us and when we're all alone, we feel as if we need to immerse ourselves in the worlds of others because if we're left for too long with our own devices, we may hate what our minds may have to say. I love my mind. We've been together for a long time now and I feel we'll be together for an even longer one to come.

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The Healing - Bloc Party

Calm down, let the world spin round
There ain't no other place to be
Take this lifeline
Skin tears
But the flesh will weave
Back together again
Only scars now
Go easy, just be
As life gets longer
Got all the time you need
Stay with me my dear
As life gets harder
Whatever strikes, you'll heal
You will heal
Breathe out, let it come around
Let your colours return
Turn a corner
Every time he barks
Just shut the devil out
Let these arms embrace
You know I'm down
You will heal
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100 000 Decibel Steve.

We live next door to the most loudest people this planet has ever harboured. My neighbours only speak at 100 000 decibels and I'm beginning to think that they only do it when they're at the point closest to my window.


There is this little girl, about 3 or 4 years old and she's been to my house because of some stupid reason or another and every time she comes over, I make it my duty to make her cry. I know this may sound harsh, an old man like me making a little child cry but I feel that I have every reason to. Any time they let her loose in the garden, the little siren will scream and squeal so loud and so menacingly that I've often woken up early in the morning to see if Armageddon isn't taking place. This girl is so loud that I preferred the chickens that the old lady used to have because at least I could kill those if they ever dared wander over the fence.


Then there's her dad. He's the kind of person that shouts down the phone as that'll help get his message across faster and further, in a bid to make the most use of his airtime. I've heard him speaking on the phone, from his kitchen, which is quite a bit away from my bedroom. If you're the kind of person who has a broken volume button then I really do think you should either go for some kind of counselling or you shouldn't be allowed to breed. I can't deal with loud people. Sometimes it is cool to be big, bold and loud but most of the time I swear speaking at room temperature will not harm your soul.
Next time I go past them, I'm going to discuss the weather with the person living on the other side of their house, whilst listening to the loudest trance music I can find..
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Swart Denim

At the moment I have 5 pairs of black skinnies. I'm 2 short of the perfect amount to have and I've decided to step up my jeans game.

Ever since I saw Francois Van Coke jumping around on stage in a pair black skinny jeans, I knew that's where I was headed. I don't think people quite understand my obsession with these things. I've worn a lot of strange clothes in my life. I went through a stage where I wore only what my mother picked out for me, as we all did as youngsters. Then i moved on to baggy clothing, as every boy has when they go through their gangster phase. Oversized clothes weren't my greatest move considering I was oversized at the time myself so it did me no favours at all. Then I started wearing whatever it is I could find that didn't make me look like so much of a hobo and now I've moved on to somewhere I don't even know.

What I love most about my favourite piece of clothing is that you can wear black skinnies with literally anything. I wear them with printed T's, button up shirts, with just a jacket or even on their ace. They fit into any social circle and they just look excellent in any kind of mirror. People are always like, what's the difference. Well it's simple. Every pair of jeans is never the same as another. Every single pair I have has different characteristics. All my jeans have character. My favourite pair has been with me the shortest amount of time but it's done so much in its time that I swear we've been friends since birth. I have a pair of jeans that I wear just for the sake of wanting to wear something slightly out of the ordinary. They're my biggest ones and haven't been worn in properly so they have a bit of a slim fit look to them and they work well on days where I just wanna mellow out. I have an old pair that I wear when I'm thugging it out. When the rest are in the wash and I feel a change is in need, I jam those homies.

With that said, this brings me to my ultimate biggest peeve. I cannot stand it when people put their feet on my pants. I don't care who you are, whether we've known each other since birth, we're dating or if you're the coolest person ever to walk the earth, you put your feet on me and I will bubble over. Why would you want to do that? It's happened to me so many times with girls. I don't know who it was that told them it was cute to put their dirty feet on a guy but let me tell you ladies, it isn't. There is nothing flirtatious about you leaving small marks on my pants. Those pants will be with me for much longer than you'll be and they'll be in a lot more memories so best you respect the black denims. I once was having a nice little chat up with this pretty young thing and all was going well till she thought she was in there enough to put her feet on me, she wasn't.

If I ever was in charge of setting a global trend, I'd like to think that it would be for wearing black skinnies. i can deny myself many things; food, drink, shirts, jackets but not a great pair of black skinnies.
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