tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33055399543805327412012-01-09T15:52:22.791+02:00Filled with an undisclosed amount of awesome!tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.comBlogger2111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-34277363456358056402011-12-27T00:22:00.006+02:002011-12-27T00:57:01.490+02:00

I have this thing where I wonder why people follow or add me on social networks. Each time a new person follows me, I wonder what it is that I said that made them want to find out more about me. I wish I knew the answer. It would probably make me a bit more paranoid though, so I guess it's good that I don't know.I have over 700+ friends on Facebook and 100+ friend requests, 500 followers on

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Is it so wrong if someone chooses no to advertise her baby and/or pregnancy to the whole world?I, for one, absolutely don't think so!But clearly, for the masses over in Hollywood, who seem to have nothing better to do with their time, it is a crime punishable by stoning!Yesterday, a tweet showed up on my timeline talking about how Kyla Pratt has a "secret baby". So, me being the curious cat I am,

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Just finished browsing through a blog post on one of my favourite web design blogs. ( The Evolution of Cellphones)Decided to compile a list of phones I've ever used since the first time I ever saw a cellphone, up until right this very moment.Let me begin...1997-ishMotorolaThis phone from Motorola was the very first cellphone I ever held in my hands. EVER! Back when the SIM card was like a

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Turns out, you're a devil worshiper and don't even know it. According to the internet, everything anyone's doing, watching or even listening to is associated with the devil. Anything I do with your hands? = devil sign. Anything I do with your eyes? = devil sign. Anything you're listening to RIGHT NOW?! = devil sign. Any logo you see? = devil sign. Any movie you watch? = devil sign. The

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Please be advised that the content in this post is NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE READERS!Now that we got that out of the way. Let's dissect the happenings of yesterday...So there I am, just clicking around the internets, and while on Twitter. I see this girl saying something about dark jelly something or other... Being the food junkie that I am. This obviousEmphasis on: ...dark jelly-like blood

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So, the day before yesterday, I had a good dose of TV. Okay, I'll admit, that sounded waaay better in my head.What I'm trying to say is, I was spoiled for choice on Monday. Literally. There were at least three good TV shows worth watching. All pretty much around the same time - which sucked. Because I couldn't watch all at the same time.It's no secret that I prefer documentaries over anything

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Imagine you're just chilling, on a cool Monday afternoon, and you get an email that someone has commented on a website you've been featured on. So you decide to check it out, then this is what you come a across: I'm not too sure what exactly it is that this person saw on my Twitter page, but still. Am I the greatest designer ever? No. Are my designs the most unique-est thing ever to hit

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So... over the past few months, I've been trying out different flavours the worldwide phenomenon, Glaceau Vitamin Water.And the conclusion I've come to is this - Vitamin Water is really nothing but watered down water with flavouring and funky colours. It doesn't taste very vitamin-ey! I don't think it even has any vitamins in it at all actually.I must admit, the marketing guys over at Coca-Cola

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On an occasion such as this, we should, perhaps, start from the beginning.So, let me begin.I am an African.I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth

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If there's one thing I don't understand, is why chubby/hefty/thick women don't like themselves. Obviously not all of them are like this, but the few that don't, really disturb something deep within me.As much as we can blame the media for portraying beauty as some skinny size zero model, that doesn't mean you as a bigger woman, have to comply.There's absolutely nothing wrong with being bigger

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I'm sorry, but I just gotta be honest.I hate poor people. I hate poor people, convicts, drug addicts, and anyone along those lines. Actually anyone who considers themselves "reformed" in any way is also hated by I.Yes. HATED. Strong word, right? I know. I used it.Before you get off your high horse to attack me... lemme explain.You know how when you're chilling at home on a lazy weekend, watching

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It's come to my attention that a lot of drug dealers and drug smogglers alike, are getting their stash confiscated ALL THE TIME...So, as a way to help the hustlers out, I've come up with a few ways of how they can prevent getting their "coke" locked up. Or even getting themselves locked up!Let's go...First off. Let's point out some obvious facts...Drugs are normally a white powder.Weed/marijuana/

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First of all, I'd like to say toodles to everybody who's in my life. I don't need any of yous!Yes I said "yous" that's a plural. I'm gonna talk to Mirriam Webster and tell her to add it to her dictionary. And if that's not the right spelling of her name, then tough! She's gonna have to change it too.Coz at this point in my life, I'm at a point where I am unfuckwithable. Another word I'ma have

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I know this could be considered morbid or taboo or whatever, but I've been presented with death twice this week. First yesterday, and just a few minutes ago we were informed that a colleague passed away this morning.So it got me thinking, not that I haven't been thinking about it or anything, but it just brought back that reality that death comes unexpected.Even when someone's sick and they've

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I've decided to start another blog. Yes ANOTHER BLOG! That's gonna be one more blog to update, together with my tattoo blog (which I have easily neglected), my portfolio, my clothing line blog, rView and this one.But this time it's gonna be different. It's gonna be more personal, yet more informative, more opinionated, and a whole lot more design-oriented. I'm basically gonna be moving everything

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So the year's almost reached it's end. With less than two months to go. Pretty soon, it'll be late December and you'll be making resolutions about what you want to change about your life. Where you wanna go, what you wanna do, who you wanna be doing it with, how many times, how often, blah blah blah.... You know the drill. I'm sure you've done that many times before.Some people actually make it a

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That's my thing from now on. This blog is filled with undisclosed amounts of awesome!Done. I'm sick and tired of the news feeding us with propaganda (big word right there) about robberies involving undisclosed amounts of cash, or jewellery or whatever. I'm sick and tired. Sick. And. Tired. I mean, what's so wrong with disclosing the said undesclosed amount? How's that gonna change anything? Is

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So I'm sure you've been sitting there, day in and day out, checking my blog every 5 minutes, wondering what I've been up to lately.Well, seeing as I seem to only blog here when I'm updating you about what I'm busy with, consider this one of those...I've been busy with 2 things really.As usual, still trying to push my clothing line to the masses. That's a given, I'm not gonna bore you with that.

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First off... I'd like to as FIFA not to sue me for this.Simply because I don't actually know how the whole copyright issue around using 'FIFA World Cup 2010 South Africa' thing works. So I'll just say this here and now: FIFA­™ World™ Cup™ 2010™ South™ Africa™.There.Now that we got that out the way...On to the topic at hand...The World Cup came and went and the main issue was that only a very few

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Let's get one thing clear... Pies suck.I know this because I've been eating pies for a very long time, and regardless of the fact mentioned above, it was only till yesterday that I realised that pies are just useless.I mean, there's just a huge collection of flaky pastry and some stew-like meat filling inside. What the hell is that about? You bite the damn thing a couple times before you even

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Here's one thing I just can't understand. FAT PEOPLE RUNNING. And I don't mean fat as in a little chubby, or with a bit of "baby fat". No no no no... *shaking head vigorously*Not looking like this --> I'm talking really fat. Like borderline-obese fat. Lord knows I love me some meat on ladies, but there's a very thick line between the typa thick I like and unacceptably large! A thick one. Fos

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I think the numer one motivator for any artist's success rests in their heart.It's only after we get our hearts broken that we rise to greatness. I guess it has something to do with wanting to show the ex that you are much better without them, or that they were standing in the way of your greatness.Success is always the best revenge anyway, so when artists like Will.I.Am, Kanye West and Usher

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I'm sick and tired of everything happening in Soweto! Seriously.I know it's the biggest township yada yada and all that jazz, but seriously, there are other more deserving townships and communities in South Africa!Everything that has anything to do with charity or some needy community anywhere in SA, always takes place in Soweto for some reason. As if all the other townships are fine and Soweto's

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...ALL THE TIME!And their biggest one isn't the usual "I've never done that before", "I'm pregnant" or the "it's your baby" lie. Nooooooo...Their biggest and most frequent lie is... wait for it... you ready?... OK... here it comes... The biggest and most frequent lie told by women all the way from 16 to 61 is... "I'm going on a diet!" POW! There it is!Be careful, this lie comes in many different

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Okay, I know blogging is part of the social networking umbrella, but still.I think Twitter and Facebook have single-handedly driven real opinion blogging to the ground. I know this because over the past few months (if not years) I've blogged less and less. Simply because it's so much easier to whip out my phone, log into FB or Twitter, update and log off all in 3 minutes or less.The convenience

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I've come to notice something...People will do anything to get some sort of social acceptance in their circles.Have you noticed how many people now have the ultimate "I may not have much, but I have this" item? In case you're wondering what I'm talking about, I'm talking about a BlackBerry.Almost everyone who gets a chance at it, wants it and gets it. Ahh, the joy of wanting to fit in. I don't

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In case you missed it, here's the video! Footage courtesy of BlackBrain Pictures & SowetoTV.Please don't sue me!!!Deuces!

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Yesterday I was informed of some awesomeness that'll be gracing TV screens all across the border!That's right, the one and only Diamond Dealer will be featured doing his thing on SowetoTV (DSTv Channel 150) today.I'll obviously be glued to my TV that time. My ritualistic PlayStationing immediately after work is gonna have to take the backseat. I wanna be there to witness history unfold!You might

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I'm convinced Mr Autotune has some sort of weird fascination with people's hands being opposite to the ground.I noticed this after watching DJ Khaled's All I Do Is Win (video) for the umpteenth time on Channel O this morning.I realised as I was frnatically throwing my hands in the air and singing along, that T-Pain has entertained this idea a couple times before.He has mentioned the phrase "hand

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Ever since I can remember, I've alwways wanted to be on TV. ( That sounded like the generic answer to "Why do you wanna be on TV" LOL ) I think much of it has to do with the fact that I have successfully managed to spend a whole lotta time watching the damn thing. I was exposed to a whole lot of mediocrity on TV and always felt that I could do better.Well, it doesn't seem like this dream is too

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Can't believe this is what my life has come to.Ok. That's a bit of a melodramatic opening line...Let's try again...So this is it. Make or break time. (muuuch better)I told myself that at some point in my life I'd return to school and study something in the creative industry. Not because I think it's gonna be easy, but because I wouldn't mind spending 3 years of my life studying something I am

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So this morning, after several unsuccessful attempts to log on to the interwebs. The network connection at work finally came about and to my surprise (or maybe I should say delight) all websites were open.I noticed this when I could see Flickr-linked pictures on my website (http://27-degrees.com/). Needless to say, I jumped straight from that site to Flickr.com to see if it really is open. And

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Hmmm...Where to begin...?Been gone so long. Haven't been blogging for a while. I guess not having my own internet access is yet another hurdle I have to jump over sooner or later.First it was not having my own PC to blog on whenever I wanted. Got that sorted. And now it's the internetlessness issue.Anyway, I didn't come back on this blog to complain about my lack or resources. But rather to

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Hello world!Happiness: What is it? How does one attain it and hold on to it?So many questions. Only one answer: Nobody knows.But I do know this - happiness is all everywhere you are. Wherever you find yourself, in any position. In any situation, you always have a choice: what are you gonna make of this situation? Are you gonna be happy or concentrate on the negative.Over the past 7 days; I have

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So the 20-Day mission finally came to an end yesterday.Was crazy hectic. I know I haven't really been updating you guys on the progress. I meant to, I swear I did. I've been so damn occupied, I couldn't even dedicate a few minutes to blogging about the days as they went by.To say I have made some progress would be an understatement.At the begining of this whole thing, I set out to achieve some

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I wanted to design something.Something that I'd give to my friends and family. For whatever reason. Not as a Christmas present or anything along those lines.I wanted to design something that would remind them of me every time they looked at it. Something that would last for as long as it can without ever fading into the background.Something that would bring some inspiration to them each time

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A list of things I'l be doing over the next 20 working days (17 actually). I'm on a mission to... design better stuffbe more organisedquit Cokelove moreachieve moreexceed expectationseat bettereat more (YEAH!!!)experiment with foodspend more wiselysave moredesign morebe morelearn morelive betterstress lessbe more awarelive moredo moretry something newgive moretake lessopen more blog moretake more

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Yeah, I know it's a bit off to only start blogging about this after two days have gone by. But blogging is also one of the things I plan to do more of. So here's the deal.The plan was to change my way of doing things. Might not be a major overhaul, but even if it's just slight changes here and there as I go along.Obviously some things I wont put up here, but others I might. For those that I do

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I have no idea why I've lost interest in sharing my experiences with you on this blog. But seems like I have.Sad. It's a sad, sad situation!

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So on Saturday I went for auditions.Apparently there was a Top Jock radio talent search thing happening in Mpumalanga for the past couple weeks (I say couple because I think it's actually two). And I only found out about in last Friday while on Facebook.I woke up nice and early on Saturday with one goal in mind. To see what I can get up to behind a microphone...They had said the thing would start

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I don't understand this.Why is it that when people making racial slurs (e.g. white people) are exposed, the first thing that comes out of their mouths is:I'm not a racist. Some of my best friends are black!What the?Does my walking around barefoot mean I support enviromentalist tree-huggers? No. It's totally unrelated.Same applies to you having friends (or whatever) from a different race. You

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I had an epiphanous moment last night. Only last night it occured to me that I spend waaay too much time doing the one thing I hate the most waiting. I procrastinate like tomorrow's guaranteed. Yet we all know it isn't.And I'm sure I'm not the only one. But what is there to gain in waiting for something to happen when the only thing standing between waiting and getting something done is actually

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Don't you just hate it when you call someone and their phone is either off or they jusst don't pick up?I know you do!I do too. What's more irritating is when someone asks you to call them and they don't bother to pick up after more than three tries.You think those two scenarios are irritating. I'll do you one better.You're having a great conversation on the phone with an old friend and they get

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My heart skipped a beat when I logged onto Facebook and found I had one friend request. It was my dad.I didn't know what to do with his request so I left it just where it is. I still don't know what to do with it.Is this what the world has come to - parenting via a social network?I'm not being otherwise here. I just prefer to keep people I know in the real world, in the real world.Nothing too

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Damn, I was so shocked to hear the death of the World's greatest performer. The man who made wearing pants that don't touch your ankles with white shoes the coolest thing ever. The guy who I was convinced, after seeing the music video to Do You Remember, was a magician. The part where he turns himself into dust to avoid being captured by Eddie Murphy's men. The mini-movie Thriller, where he

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I refuse to die before [in no particular order]:Attending the Carnival in Rio de Janiero - BrazilWhat more could I possibly ask for? Happy people, music, singing, dancing and not to mention the hot hot hot weather!!!Chasing cheese down a hill - Gloucester, EnglandMight sound stupid to you, especially if you're a girl, but nothing beats anything that provides the rare opportunity to potentially

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So you're probably wondering what brought this on. And well, to be honest, I just decided to write this especially for you! Yes you!I wasn't gonna write anything, but considering I said I would, I have no choice but to stick to my word. It's what I do.Question: How come guys who seem really really interested in you just fade away?Answer: Conquest!Long story:There's this friend of mine (ok, she's

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So this guy...Who works here...Was asked to do a pretty eaasy job. A job he basically does every day. He's a tattoo artist. His name: Rouslan Toumaniantz a nice innocent looking guy you wouldn't really wanna bump into in a dark alley on any given night.read more on my tattoo blog...

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Ok. Let me preface this by saying that... THIS WORKS!As usual, this here post is filled with nothing but awesomeness, mixed in with some hardcore facts. Are you ready to change your life forever?? Huh? I can't hear you!!!!?Right, let's rock...As you may or may not know, I never finished my tertiary education. So that means I don't actually have a diploma or degree or anything along those lines.

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I lost the one song I haven't heard in ages...One of my very many favourite songs... "Here In Your Arms" by hellogoodbye.Can you believe the only reason I noticed this song was missing was after I was singing along to Van Hunt's "Hello, Goodbye"?? Sad really.Only afterwards did I realise I hadn't heard the hellogoodbye (it's lowercase on purpose) one in ages...Shame. Sad sad day for me then...:'(

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I just don't understand this.So it's lunch time right, and you're feeling a bit hungry coz you may have skipped breakfast for some reason...That's all good and well. When the clock strikes 1pm, the only thing on everyone's brain is... foood. Nobody cares if they're supposed to be recieving an important email. Everybody can't wait to throw the world famous rhetorical question: "...can we do this

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I have been trying my best to avoid writing about this because it's almost on every other blog...But to come out and tell the world how "not a monster" you are... is just... Anyway...In case you've been living under a rock for the past few months... here's the deal:Actor, singer and songwriter Chris Brown, has released a video on the ever popular "Broadcast Yourself" webste YouTube claiming that

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Yeah, you read right. I said 'paah aah!' Come on you can do it too... 'paah aah'.I know you're sitting there (I hope you're sitting) wondering what the hell 'paah aah' is.Well, let me break it down to you.Paah aah: pronounced - phaah-aah!In my quest to better understand the unique yet unbelievably simillar race that is Black. Especially the South African version of this complex nation.Only in

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-67767015830636695472009-05-25T10:14:00.000+02:002009-05-25T10:56:02.926+02:00

Give any black person anything to do and the first thing they'll ask you is... "when do you want this?". Regardless of how urgent the thing already is, they'll still ask... "by when?". You can give a black person a time-bomb with 30 seconds left on the timer, and they'll still ask you... "by when should I defuse this?"You know why?Black people are motivated by a deadline.In any way shape of form.

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Changed my blog once again. The other template was taking too long to load. So I resorted to something more minimalistic.If you've been here before, you'll also notice some changes on the right panel. There are fewer things now. This is after all, MY BLOG, not a portal to some other random sites.If you don't like the new changes, I suggest you go find something better to do with your time.:)I

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Today started off ok.Was working at a killa pace, until I decided to take a tehno-break and go wandering off into cyberspace.First, I wanted to check where my blogs were standing on Afrigator.co.za when I realised my position had dropped dismally for both my blogs (this one and SkinArt). tehPaperCut (the one you're reading this on) has dropped from #669 a while ago (can't remember when last I

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-9266522796463277212009-05-08T15:06:00.000+02:002009-05-08T16:05:52.117+02:00

Breaking news!Apparently the last two finalists on idols are gonna share the winnings (i.e. the car, the recording contact, etc.). [read more about it here]But that's not what I wanna talk about. I wanna tackle the whole issue surrounding the state of international reality TV shows syndicated in SA.I think we're a real disgrace when it comes to these kind of things. I think we're too concerned

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-7765038262339329212009-05-08T12:18:00.000+02:002009-05-08T13:38:44.943+02:00

Oh dear God, I need a prayer!A few minutes ago, I was on a very popular website called Google. On this particular website, there's a link you can click on to search for images. But if you're smart like me, you can just go type in images.google.com into the address bar instead.So I went to GoogleImages and typed in what I was looking for - which was a picture I could use for a blog post I wanted

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Of all the things in this world. The one thing I don't understand the most is religion, or should I say, Christianity. On my way to work today I somehow thought about this whole religion thing. Basically, why is it that religious people are so convinced that they're on their way to a better place? That they're just passing through this world to get to the next? Why?I mean, if God (or whoever sent

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Hey, been a while since I last posted something worth reading here...And as usual it's simply because I've been spending more time on my designs.So one of the first 'works' I worked on as soon as I got back from my visit 700KMs away. Without ever opening Photoshop or any other image editing software out there. I worked on this...[This pic is also here: Behance deviantArt Flickr My website ]Took

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This month is full of newness.1. My new site is up2. My blog also got a facelift!So, it is what it is!

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Apparently, there's a guy in Joburg, who while working at a construction site, stumbled upon a cooler box. And being the black guy he is. And also taking into account the fact that there are always bombs being tucked away 6 metres underground in cooler boxes, he didn't wanna take any chances. He very immediately alerted his nearest police station. Upon arrival the cops, (note: THE COPS, not the

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So there I was, chilin on Facebook, when I came across an open request for a bootlegged copy of Microsoft Office.Didn't really think much of it, but when I checked who had made this unapologetic request, I was a bit suprised with a dash of disapointment.It was none other than... our very own... successful local poet Ms Ntsiki Mazwai. That's right, the very same younger sister to Thandiswa Mazwai

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Ok, been meaning to write this since last weekend already.I was watching TV the other day (a Saturday). And they while waiting for something better to come on, I was unexpectedly bombarded by 2 to 3 of those: "Burn calories while doing nothing" ads.It dawned on me that these people are targeting the very same people that need the exercise. The ones that are too lazy to take the stairs instead of

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...to all the lovers in the world......whether you believe in it or not......it's all around. So spread a little...L.O.V.E.

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Happy Friday the 13th! Just in case you didn't know... I don't beleive in any sort of superstition.Bye.

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Here's the design I was talking about... hereI think it goes well with the fact that February is considered "Black History Month".This is the first one I did:With 5 of the most influential "Africans" of our time - in my opinion. Malcom X, Barack Obama, Dr Martin Luther King jr., Nelson Mandela and Steve Biko. All feeling good to be African! LOL!The background and inspiration behind this creation,

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I'm sure you've noticed by now that most of my posts are either for or about black people, being black, and general black behaviour.This is not because I have some sort of dislike for black people, it's just that there are a very many things about black people that I myself as a black person cannot understand. And I think being an insider in these things makes me more open to general blackness

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-53094700765186731682009-02-05T09:08:00.007+02:002009-02-13T09:18:31.832+02:00

I've noticed recently that I'm becoming more and more... I don't know... conscious of my blackness.This is not a bad thing by any means, I mean, I've been black my whole life. Unlike Michael Jackson. And will continue to be for years to come.What I'm saying here is that recently, I've noticed how a lot of things I do seem to revolve around blackness. Mainly our past as a black people. Anywhere in

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Just saw this on the web...To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. -Elbert Hubbard Think.

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That's what Donald Trump said on last night's episode of The Apprentice.He said: "I have a problem with people. I hate people. Someone can say something to me and I can hate them. I take things very personal."Those might not have been his exact words, but you get what I'm saying. The reason I couldn't hear anything is because that woman with the high-pitched voice kept yapping (pictured below),

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Let's face it, walking is pretty simple. All you have to do is just put one foot in front of the other, and move towards a direction (usually foward). Very easy. As a child you spent a long time trying to master this fine art of walking. You fell on your behind a few times, but that didn't stop you. You got up and tried and tried and tried again. Up to the point where you don't even have to think

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Just saw this in the paper this morning.There's a blind man (40) who's being accused of having raped a 20 year old woman in Mpumalanga, South Africa.Now, what I don't understand is how exactly could this happen? No really, I tried working on as many scenarios as humanly possible, like maybe the girl lived with the man and while she was sleeping, the guy took advantage of her or something. I don't

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-12197086882264723032009-01-22T08:30:00.006+02:002009-01-22T09:44:48.074+02:00

Ok, maybe it's just me here, but how does a hunger strike actually solve anything?I mean really. You starve yourself in order to try and convice people to change their minds about something. Or at least that's how I see it.What I don't understand is how people actually end up giving in when people threaten (and sometimes follow through) with a hunger strike. Why do that? Why not just leave these

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Ok, considering the controvesy caused by what I posted on my birthday, I think it's only fair that I reveal a bit more stuff you didn't know about me.Is that ok?Ok, let's go. I was gonna number these, but I don't wanna limit myself to a number.I'll probably fill this in as the day goes on. So you'll probably only see this at the end of today. Which is basically in four hours. Unless I decide not

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-19456722727247022572009-01-13T09:26:00.004+02:002009-02-13T09:18:31.833+02:00

Coming 01.04.09.Are you ready?

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Ok, might as well do this now, since I'm not that busy.First of all. I think it's bery important to appreciate things. No matter how big or small, major or insignificant. Just don't overdo it. Everything in moderation, especially thankyous.Come on now.I don't understand people who want to say "Thank you" for every single thing. Everything. By everything I mean every-fucking-thing. Everything.I

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-37008769951433454432009-01-09T13:04:00.004+02:002009-01-09T13:35:02.129+02:00

1. Happy new year.2. I've got 2 fresh posts coming up for the new year. Still in my head. Just need to type them in here.2.1 One is about: strangers2.2 The other, about: thankyousI'm writing this here so I don't forget. And also that you don't think my blog is stuck in 2008.I forgot the third thing now. Guess I should change the title to '2 things'. Maybe not. I like the smartypantsness of it

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-25813895530363229232008-12-22T22:30:00.001+02:002009-01-06T15:51:54.910+02:00

Let’s face it; you’re a lot less likely to hear a song with that title. I guess a lot of guy musicians don’t care that much about being girls. Not even for a day.Yet every other female “songstress” wants to either ‘Act like a boy’ or they spend a good five minutes or so screaming at the top of their voices about what they would get up to if they were a boy.This kinda worries me. Why do these

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-38450844923290299022008-12-22T22:07:00.000+02:002009-01-06T15:53:08.391+02:00

We live in a very interesting country.A country where your age is pretty much a determining factor with regard to the law and all that’s related to it. You’re allowed to do certain things at certain ages that don’t necessarily make a lot of sense once you sit down and think about them.The main thing that I want you to think about here is sex. Not that you already don’t think about it enough. I

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It's no joke.It's actually pretty sad how so many black people go around their day-to-day lives without hobbies.I was watching Miss SA on Monday, and noticed how all the black people (all but one) didn't really have any hobbies as they were shown strutting their stuff catwalk style. One of them actually listed 'singing in a choir' as her hobby. What kinda hobby is that? Singing in a choir? Might

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-7461371671956407042008-12-10T22:54:00.000+02:002008-12-17T09:15:20.011+02:00

So there’s this ad on TV. It’s some ad about protecting oneself (yes, I said ‘oneself’) from HIV and all that comes with it. Tag-line: "Scrutinize, turn HIV into HI-Victory". Crappy animation but great message.Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all about an HIV-free generation, but this one really got me thinking. It seems the basic idea around this one is basically about looking out for your male

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-52562285462805066142008-12-06T22:11:00.000+02:002008-12-17T09:14:28.356+02:00

Let’s face it. In line with whole brand consciousness that black people are famous for; the next most favourite thing black people love… is take-aways.It doesn’t matter where or what they eat. Take-away is a must. KFC, Spur, Wimpy, anywhere they eat. They just gotta have… a “doggy bag”.After spending only one week, of being exposed to only a handful of places from where I can eat, I’ve come to

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-44534249296072333262008-12-02T19:44:00.000+02:002008-12-17T09:16:28.791+02:00

My life is ok.I’m happy as hell.I’m not sure how you are.The last time I saw you, you were smiling, so that’s the image I carry with me always. Actually the very last time I ever saw you, you were all squashed up in the back seat of a taxi. I tried to get your attention. I thought of calling you but I knew it would be minutes before the phone rang on your side so I can tell you to look out the

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That’s really all it’s about. Connection. Connections.Look around. There’s probably something next to you that you feel some sort of connection towards. If anything were to happen to that particular thing you would feel like something’s gone wrong somewhere in the world. And then when you take a step back, you realize that it’s really only a thing. An object. Probably made out of plastic (as most

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-81661122889961725112008-12-01T09:47:00.001+02:002009-01-05T12:27:29.151+02:00

I’ve realised something.I’m a writer. Wondering how I know… I think like one. I can’t just relax and have normal breakfast like everyone else around me without noticing how they eat. How they carry themselves, etc.I noticed this morning as I was having breakfast and couldn’t wait to get back to my room and write about it. Not only then, but for the most part of my days, (especially when I’m not

tehPaperCuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212564110690287975noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305539954380532741.post-88760306285546808772008-11-27T09:55:00.002+02:002008-11-27T13:35:15.091+02:00

Quick question, is that how you spell "coconut"?Anyways, got some shocking news this morning: that I am a coconut.Can you beleive it?A coconut.For some of you who don't know, in South African lingo, a "coconut" is a black person who acts white. Be it in the way they talk, behave, the music they listen to, basically the general atypical black mannerisms.Apparently that's what I am.A coconut.This

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Congratulations!You!Yes, you... are lucky number 1001. That means, you'll be starting us off towards 2000. Well done!Keep it up! Tell your friends about teh PaperCut.

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One thousand visitors! Yipeeee!!!!After blogging for over a year, I've finally reached 100 visitors. Even though I have only a handful of comments, it's still something.Lucky visitor number 1000 was a person from Pretoria, who came here via the PCFormat forums... no idea who they are though. Otherwise I'd give them a prize. Too bad.The most popular popular pages are as follows:The main page. (

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That's right.Coming to a depression clinic near you. How to kill yourself in 3 easy steps, that's right 3 easy steps.Are you ready?Let's go.Ever noticed how many people are all over the papers for killing members of their family? Yes, sad, very very sad stuff right there. Then you read furhter and find out that the guy (usually it's a guy, no idea why) pointed the gun at himself and is "in a

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That's right.Face wash wasn't only meant for your face. Aparently, it was also designed to wash your neck area as well.Unbelievable, I know.Allow me to edumacate you.I was washing my face this morning, and for reasons unknown, I noticed the 'Directions of Use' at the back of the tube thing. And after a few seconds of reading, I came accross where it said 'Apply to face and neck area' or something

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Ok, I've decided to return to greatness.This is it.Ready?Go.

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I'm just a little busy with some websites. Apologies for the long silence.I'm still with you.

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i was gonna post something... somehow it slipped my mind...i'll try again later. stay tuned

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This is very important.If you're a tourist, or you have absolutely no idea what to wear on a Friday in sunny South Africa. Then this post is just for you.First of all, let me start off by saying... Hawaiian-shirt Fridays/Cartoon-imprinted-tie Fridays are a thing of the past. If you wanna look 100% Sefrican [sic: South African] you just gotta get yourself some replica shirts. Preferably soccer

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I don't think white people give a damn about our (blacks) sports.Have you ever seen a white guy (or a person of any other race fo that matter) wearing a soccer [team] replica shirt? Ever? I didn't think so.And yet you see so many black people trying to be all "intergrated" wearing Blue Bulls/Cheetas/Stormers/whaterver shirts like they have shares in the brand.Ever notice how the streets get

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i'm thinking about something. something that i just never even thought i would think about. no idea why.

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Not even 2 hours later... another one COME ON!!!

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Clearly there's some sick, twisted, demented sexual fascination with Zulu girls all accross the interwebs, and it seems since my blog post about seeing them in Joburg, people from all over the world have been visiting my blog for all the wrong reasons. I'm very sorry to have disappointed you in terms of the content of the post, no it's not about how you can fck Zulu girls, but yes it is about

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It's true.Check, around 86,5% of all constipation relief ads have women in lead roles, talking how dull their lives used to be before they discovered //insert constipation remedy here//. They go on and on about how crappy they were feeling (excuse the pun), how they couldn't enjoy themselves, couldn't do anything energy consuming, but since a friend (ironically also a woman) recommended Dulcolex/

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