Me.

I've been through a lot of things both good and bad. The good has been very good and the bad pretty bad.

I love music.
I love food.
I love exploring.

I am "snobbish".
I am "ghetto".
I am a coward.
I am brave.
I am smart.
I am creative.
I am talented.

I am not a hard worker.
I am not fake.
I am not afraid to say what you least expect of me.

I've been excited.
I've been saddened.
I've been hurt.
I've hurt.
I've been good
I've been bad.
I've been very bad. (Upon request of course)

I'm naughty. (Upon completion of a non-liability form)
I'm nice.
I've loved.
I've hated.
I've been hated, loved, admired, and envied. (Sometimes all at once)
I'm rude at times.
I'm cool most of the time.

I've lived with family.
I've lived with strangers.
I've lived in a hostel type setup.
I've lived on my own.
I've lived with a gay guy. (no, not like that!)
I've lived with a woman.
I've lived with a girl.

I've done the whole "long-distance relationship" thing.
I've done the whole "live-in-lover" thing.
I've done the whole "loving someone else's girl" thing.
I've done the whole "kissing someone else's girl" thing. (while the guy was there :P)
I've done the whole "seeing a married woman" thing.
I've done the whole "doing somebody's fiancè" thing.
I've done the whole "dating at work" thing.

I've travelled.
I've walked long distances. (for no particular reason, sometimes it's ok to just explore your surroundings)
I've gone to therapy.
I've gone to places where I didn't know anyone.
I've gone to places where I knew everyone.
I've gone home when I hit hard-times.
I've gone home to celebrate the good times.

I've been late for interviews.
I've been early for interviews.
I've been offered jobs and accepted.
I've been offered jobs and declined.

I've been first.
I've been in the middle.
I've been last.

I've been an over-achiever.
I've failed.
I've passed.
I've been top of my class.
I've been average.
I've dropped out of school.

I've been an intern.
I've been in trouble.
I've talked myself out of trouble.
I've talked myself (and others) into trouble.

I've been known to speak my mind.
I've been known to say very little at times.
I've been known as the trouble maker.
I've been known as the saint among sinners.
I've been known as a staunch churchgoer.
I've been known to skip church for years on end.

I've felt like dying.
I've felt like crying.
I've felt like smiling for no reason.
I've felt like flying.
I've felt like running in no particular direction.

I've wanted more.
I've been offered more.
I've wanted less.
I've been offered less.
I've asked.
I've received.
I've achieved

I've lived as I have envisioned.

Most of all, through it all... I've always been and will continue to be... me.

All these things that I've been through have, without a doubt, made me the Mxolisi Mkhonza that I am right this very second.



I don't regret anything I've ever done. I regret the things I've never done. Most of which I don't even remember; because I've always done what I felt like doing at the time. I don't live off of regrets. My life is based on experiences. All this is me. All this is based on a true story. My story.



Who I am and what makes me... me.



At 23, I've done things most can only dream of. And the worst part is that I'm only getting started. I'd hate to look back at my life and feel like there's something I've missed out on. I've tried to be as true to myself as I possibly can. I admit at times I failed. But other times I succeded beyond my wildest dreams.



Stick around... there's more to come.



Truly yours...

Mxolisi Mkhonza, Mathe, Malobisa, Mangena, wena owawela umfula ugcwele ngezihlenge!

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This is some bullshit!

What the hell!?!

Who the hell decided that ladies should pay less entrance fee at clubs?

I'll have you know, it's these very same girls/women/ladies (being politically correct can be so hard) who end up getting drinks offered at them. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that. I'm just saying, if they paid less at the door, why should they not make up for that with the whatever it is they spend their money on inside the club?

As a guy, the chances of you spending more than you intended at any given time at a club, are stacked much higher than those of a girl who just went clubbing with only the entrance fee in her purse.
For some unknown reason, we take it upon ourselves as guys to get every other girl we meet as drunk as humanly possible. Therefore decreasing the chances of getting rejected by the said girl. Either that or we're just hoping they'll be drunk enough to lose all inhibitions and end up actually leaving with you. Not because you're such a nice guy, but mainly because she keeps telling you about how she needs to find the rest of her "girl friends" and how much of a nice guy you are for volunteering to help her search for them. Meanwhile all you're hoping for is that you never find them.

Okay, let's get back on topic here...

Girs usually pay around 50% less than guys do at clubs. Which is totally unfair because the very same girls who paid less at the door will end up feeling a bit otherwise when faced with the 5:1 guy to chick ratio. But you really can't blame us ladies, some of the guys out there couldn't afford the asking price at the door. Plus most of us who could make the cover charge, were really enticed by the 'Ladies FREE Before Midnight!!' marketing strategy. Then when we got to the door realised that that actually meant we're paying double so you girls can come in, and get drunk FOR FREE.

Lemme explain:
Let's say the cover charge for guys is R100. Ok. And girls get in for free before midnight and it's R50.
So basically the cover charge is actually R50 per person. Irrespective of the sex. But while the ladies get in for free, all the guys must pay for their entry. So the club manager doesn't really lose anything. Coz the real entry fee is actually R50, but all the guys are paying for all the girls that got in free while the free entry tule still applied. Thereafter everyone's back to being equal. Even if the guys still pay R100 even after the girls are now required to pay their own fee. Which is a double score for the manager.

Now let's get to the drinks side of things...

So I pay my R100 at the door. Get stamped. Stroll right in. Then immediately, I start scanning the place for some potential beauty to try and impress by buying drinks for her and two of her "cousins".
Okay, so I notice some willingness on her part, as I smoothly ask what she's drinking. She coyly (is that even a word?) flirts right back as she can see some potential free booze flowing her way. Enough to get her drunk enough to decide (at the end of the night) that she'll be leaving with her so-called cousins. Who might actually be some bored room mates of hers who had nothing better to do on the night in question.
Anyway... so I keep the alchy (short for Alcohol) coming on strong, to no objection of the fine young ladies who provide nothing else but jeers from other guys in my direction. To which I don't mind as I'm trying to work on an exit strategy for just myself and the lady with whom first contact was made.

The night doesn't get any younger... and as morning kicks in, and the DJ keeps the records spinning, the aforementioned lady of mystery starts visiting the restroom quite frequently; resulting in my suspicion as to her whereabouts. I make a move towards the direction where I last saw her. Where I notice her grinning at some other motherfucker with a gold tooth.

Where I conveniently bump into her and she starts acting all weird. At this point I realise I have successfully wasted my whole night preparing this here girl for the dude in question. Coz clearly this idiot has spent absolutely nothing towards the reward he's most likely to be receiving later in the night/morning from the girl.

Great.

Just great.

Obviously this unfolding of events all starts with the free or halftime entry at the door.

So please, from all the guys out there who've had chicks hijacked off their arms... rethink your strategies please.

**end note: The events depicted in this post are totally fictitious, if you happen to have been blessed with such an event in the past, and this has reminded you of how much of a loser you are. Then tough!**

:P

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Come on... let's abbreviate stuff!

Why the hell is everything getting abbreviated?

Come on!

I think there's only one person to blame for this. Carson Daily! (I can't even spell his surname... LOL)
In case you didn't know, he's the guy who first said TRL (Total Request Live) on MTV (Music Television). He made the phrase so popular that everything's getting abbreviated nowadays. If the abbreviated (I'm getting tired of typing out the whole word... I'm using abbr. from now on... sue me!) anyway... if some genuis comes up with a cool name for something. They just gotta have it abbreviated. (Oops).

I was listening to the radio just now. (I'm not much of a radio fanboi) Ok, so I was listening and this other person interviewing a Ms. Sangweni about a Holiday Inn in Soweto decided to abbreviate the name of the show (Breakfast With Thomas) and call it... BWT. (that's basically the inspiration behind this post)
I don't know, but something just goesn't sound right about BWT. It doesn't have that vrrr about it.

Anyways...

If you're a creative out there thinking about creating something. Just make sure it sounds cool abbreviated.

Thank you.

:P

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Fat chicks looooove salad!

NOT!

Come on... you know I'm right.

Have you ever seen a fat girl eat a bowl of salad? Ever?

I didn't think so...

Next question: Have you ever seen a fat girl at a McDonald's or KFC for instance?

Thought as much.

I was talking to someone about this the other day, howcome you never see a fat girl fussing about calories & GI and all those wonderful whatnots that skinny girls are so obsessed about?

Don't tell me it's because they were fat in the first place. No. I'll tell you why... it's simply because they don't wanna end up as fat slobs who'll do anything to get even a spicy chicken wing from Chicken Licken.

Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against fat people. If you're gonna weigh 314lbs and still eat like an elephant in heat; go right ahead. If you can afford it then why not?
Just don't end up so fat you end up becoming another bed riden (how do you spell that?) morbidly obese idiot looking for a handout coz you can't afford to get the proper medication to keep your sugar level in check. Or for that expensive open heart surgery you need to get before you die as a result of your ill health.

Please. For your sake and mine.

Coz I won't waste my hard earned money donating to your "Help Me, I'm Fat" foundation.

Eat right in the first place, then you and me will be the best of buddies.

Same applies to you, overweight geek boy!

:P

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Back on Flickr

So as you may have guessed, I'm back on flickr. After a very very long stay-away.

I haven't really started uploading anything yet.

But plan on starting soon...

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