**Let the world change you and you can change the world**
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
I'm it!
I have been tagged, thanks Kipepeo... ....So yeh heres the rules Link to the person that tagged you. - Post the rules on your blog. - Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. - Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. - Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website I have actually been tagged by Msanii to a similar one to this (that) before and I actually started writing it but never finished and then forgot then remembered then couldnt think of 8 things to fill the list with and yeh so I abandoned that effort ...but then about a month after that there I was googling myself and found that I had been tagged for the same thing about 4 months before that by Mental Acrobatics...sorry to you both for my tardy response..So about now I have like about 25 things Im meant to reveal about myself but since I had problems with the original 8, I think I'll do a compromise of 12 random things about myself...ok so...
1. I can lick my nose (thought everyone could do this until my friends told me that no not everyone can and how weird it was)
2. I have never hit anyone in anger
3. I can drink as much tea as you can give me whenever,wherever, boiling 35C weather..whatever...
4. I didnt know that in the HeMan and Sheera theme songs they are saying 'by the power of Grey Skull' until about 6 months ago..I have always thought they said 'by the power of Gresco' and that this was the land where they dwelled - Gresco.
5. I have never had a proper boyfriend
6. I had watched Eddie Murphy uncensored 'Raw' and 'Delirious' several times by the time I was 11 (older brothers exposed mine innocent eyes whence i was but a tiny tot ) and can blame my sometimes explicitly potty-mouthed humour (in person, not on my blog..here - Im civil) on these influences.
7. It is becoming increasingly evident that I apparently cant drink or eat anything without dripping some of it on myself. Hence drinking or eating around desired males has become progressively stressful with the attempts to fluidly connect charming cheery banter with the hand to mouth co-ordination which is most conducive to non-spillage (possibly related cause of no.5? )
8. I buy books, before Ive finished another one, Im currently reading about 5, and have been reading them for about a year or so.
9. I voted for Kalonzo and feel cheated.
10. I LOOOVVEEEEE wikipedia and can spend hours linking from one piece of information to the next to the next to the next.....(possibly related cause of no.5? )
11. I love cats and 2-4 year olds (those are 2 points I know but I put them in one - cus they have similar cuteness factor in my mind) 12. I talk out of the side of my mouth, because I have a kinda crooked jaw...So perfectly serious conversation with me can sometimes start to look like a Joe Pesci/Sylvester Stallone impression...eh heh, you kapiche??
Ok so thats it...wasnt as hard as I thought it would be...thanks for the tags lovely people....and so I now blaze the torch onwards and forwards.....toooo the 5 most recent (this could go back like over a year if youre wondering when on earth you commented here...yeh traffics been that non-existent) guests to my blog:
We've been together a lifetime and things have been good. I cant complain. Through hard times and good times I have always felt safe with you. I have always felt like we were family and although there were differences between us, they complimented each other - they were our strength. But now these same differences are ripping us apart. Maybe we should have dealt with them earlier, acknowledged their presence from the get-go. I think that maybe we had too many good times and went to bed on the bad times hoping to wake up with a clear head. Sweeping too many of our issues under the carpet so that the guests wouldn't have to bear with them when they came to enjoy our gorgeous home. These past few months we've been through a lot of painful battles and we're wounded, we're beaten down, we're broken. I think its time we deal with it, I want us to make love..not war.I may sound idealistic but I think we can do it..we've been through worse, (I shudder when I think of what it took to get rid of that other subjugating woman...!)..I wrote you a little poem... Blood shed is red, Land pillaged was once green, But the desire for peace burns in our hearts, And for our children we weep... I'll love you till the end of time, So Kenya will you please be my valentine xoxoxoxo
i recently listened to all of Talib Kweli's EARDRUM...dont believe it took me this long to get the full album..it IS TRUTH!! The songs 'Give 'em hell' and 'Hostile Gospel pt1' really stood out for me...but in the midst of another bloggers block I post the lyrics to 'Everything man'.
I don't, remember the first time I heard Kwe-li I don't remember what I was doing There were no remembered witnesses to my doings But it seems like I've known him, forever He who has, moved through mornings and midnights Through, deaths and dawns To document our bones our blood our lives Listen, listen to his exact wings Strumming mists from clouds Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth Listen to his, revolution of syllables Scoping lightning from his pores Keeping time, with his hurricane beat Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER
Yeah, they say you can't please everybody... Let's go~! Yeah, ay, they ain't know what that sound like
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive? Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky? I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals But incidentally my, energy heavenly Can he be so ill there ain't no, pill or no remedy The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate Make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings I'll be here forever, put that on e'rything
Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end Your father, your brother, your lover your friend The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain That's right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train All city all night I'm enjoyin the fame I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general In the battle between God or the Devil I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin This kid proficient in, every position The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision 'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah I'm standin right here I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air I try to fit it in the same rhyme But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time
i love lots of music..i cant even really name a favourite artists because they come from such different spectrums; or perhaps one has a song thats just so off the hinges that it is necessary for them to receive a ranking despite the rest of their track record not proving to be so stellar (e.g Hope - 'Rain Dont Last' amazing song, the rest: not soo sure about) ...So anyway I often come across an artist who Im just like 'wat?! where have you been all my life?!' and maybe theyve been around and I chose to ignore them or wasnt aware until one day it just hit me like whoa (this happened with Floetry) or maybe theyve just come into the game and I have luckily found out about in some obscure manner or form (Lupe Fiasco, Robin Thicke, Coldplay)...but anyway, everytime it happens its like drugs...Seriously its: the syringe is full, the beats are injected into the veins, infused with the blood and consequently- the music makes me higgggghhhhh! i know.....i sound stoned but really....Bob Marley said it best: ''one good thing about music , when it hits you, you feel no pain'....true true true! a good song truly brings the definition of the word 'hit' alive..! Anyway, thing that led me to want to write this is this new artist I found from someones computer the other day and if you like folk music (I said I like everything...a hoe to the rhythm) Damien Rice-esque stuff then you'll love this guy (if youve not heard of him already that is-of course, I may just be the one who him found in slow motion here...and if so then i believe the slow motion was for dramatic effect- so that the acoustics could really make their moves on me)....Aaannyyway..his name is Joshua Radin and I dont think enough people I know know about him, so heres two of his songs...
And I absolutely love 'Say' by John Mayer...and cant wait to watch 'The Bucket List' just because of it ...and also 'The Debators'
felis navidad ladies and gents...*may the music be with you*
just found this in previous unposted blogs...not really as angry anymore..but since im still having the bloggers block may as well publish....[if the language offends, for forgiveness i beg...:-)]:
some time back someone said what I thought was one of my pretty fscking funny blogs was shit...although I kazad..honestly, I was broken...a little comment can cut you...it cut me deep man..cut to the marrow! Worse still..that same day I happened upon Milo's blog...Suffice to say salt was sufficiently rubbed, then marinated into the wound...And so began a bloggers block that just resulted in half-arsed blogs, lots of music posts and old poetry to stay in the game. But I think Im back, I hope Im back...Im back for me and noone else- cus I need this..this ranting on here is my blog-therapy and practice...in an unprejudiced forum. So it doesnt matter if I get zero comments/ readership because HELL- this is MY blog...I didnt start it for anyone, or for it to even to be read..I wrote it so that my thoughts random, significant, inane, insane or otherwise would be journaled somewhere I could find at anytime, anywhere. Perhaps I too fell into the trap of trying to write for a reader...[comment in the inbox becomes like a scratching comb to a crackhead]..so I was stifled and perhaps really wasnt true in my blogation. So I dont know if it was the comment that led to my blogger block or perhaps the realisation of my 'ingenuineness' but watever it was ...im back! And if its not interesting or funny then SHIT.. such is the reality and ill just have to damn deal with it some way(weeping in the shower?) other than muting this- my ME space..mine...!!
Reading a book the other day about something or other, I was about on the second page and for some reason- may have been an allusion in the book - I was overwhelmed by the memory of one of my favourite North American traditions. Although this amazing creation was established in the US of A...it was in the frosty land of Canada that I was lucky enough to be introduced to it. For all the hostility shown to me by the weather patterns of the Ontario snow belt, two of the most wonderful things I ever found in Canada would have to be -people who give back wallets most times with the money still in it and ...DRUM ROLL PLEASE...... CINNABON! Lets just take a moment - a cinnabon moment......
wooo..
You see I dont remember much about reading that day and why I was triggered but I do remember being overpowered by the memory of the scent and glory of the Cinnabon. Whatever I read must have been like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to a diabetic because all i know is I zoned out, started salivating and that was about it for the reading that day. Am I talking sense, is this true??...please...please..anyone dispute this as a known truth...testify!...Cinnabon is one the most glorious things invented by Americans...and almost ..almost makes me forget anything that may have upset me about that countrys behaviour in the past. It resolves and reparates for many an injustice, because once that cinnamon lusciousness melts on the tongue...warmly trickling caramel succulence on the lip...and bite into the moist yumminess- all is forgotten....That is fourty acres and a mule right there baby!! Last time I visited the States I resisted and only went to a Cinnabon once to find that they had expanded the menu....wat! I tell you it was like having shopped at the kiosk for Patcos and Tropical mint all your life until your dad decided to take you to Montys! They now had a strawberry chllata, a strawberry banana chillata, a tropical chillata, a chocolate mocha plus the old school cappucino and caramel chillatas...it was madness i tell you...madness!! And although calorific aspects of it gave me a toothache and heart burn all at once I proceeded to the counter and asked for both the Strawberry chillata and a Caramel Pecanbon. Stealing guilty glances to my left and right, I felt like everyone was staring at me and thinking about my impending myocardial infarction but i didnt let it get me down! The mind was prudent but the body was weak and willing - my body was saying 'yes Cinnnabon....yess!! lets go Cinnabon..lets go..." And were you to have entered my head at that time what you'd have heard would have been quite similar to a bunch of Celtel highway billboards - 'yes......yes.....yes...yes..yesyes yes yesyesyes ..yeesss' with each insalubrious bite and sip... So as we wont meet again anytime soon Cinnabon, Cini, Boni....old buddy old pal...i say goodbye with a few words that people have used to show appreciation ...
'And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon' Missy Elliot
'Girl, you taste like a Cinnabon — so sweet, from the thighs to the feet' Ludacris
'If loving you is wrong , I dont wanna be right' me
the rest of the song goes 'and im feeling good'...im not feeling too good...But its def a new day...this is the beginning of another chapter in life...A quite useless character has left my life..I think...He left, I didnt leave him...I have tried to leave before- too many times..But finally he had a turning point in his life and as he started up his ride, he let me out of the car...bila warning...But guess wat..I ducked and rolled bitch! I didnt get mashed up on the sidewalk..this wasnt curbation...And although im pissed as hell (been listening to Lily Allens 'smile' on replay...may add kelis's 'i hate you so much right now' and mos defs 'u r the one' to the list) Im ok with it..Twas a year of nothing defined...so nothing has ended...Having joined 'The Secret' band wagon..a couple of weeks ago i put him on the list to things to change...'The Secret' masters say 'ask, believe, receive'...this i already knew in life- learnt it in sunday school i think...But when its put in some shiny selp-help packaged dvd that gets re-iterated on the Oprah-ive-found-TheSecret-so-im-topping-Forbes-power-list Winfrey show (which btw i hadnt watched in ages but just happened to change the channel to that episode -twice...for the first episode and the Reaction episode...both times i just happened to change the channel to that?! GQ comments that the ideals of The Secret that the universe will work for you if you believe is quite self-centred and 'global-warmingy'...But twice i stumbled on it and havent watched any other Oprah episodes this whole month?? i think the universe/God is working with/for us but we have a responsibility to it in return...in fact the responsibility being loving , empathy etc..cheesy..etc..coming first without expectation - after which we receive, if at all we do even..) I remembered...i had those a-ha moments youre meant to have and decided that its time to affect change...So I 'asked' to end it with him..and i was in the process of 'believing'....and i guess it was quite effective because sure enough ive 'received'!..Cept whats bothering me is that he got to do it and I had no idea it was coming from his way- that cockroach got the last laugh..!! baaaah! Anyway...the search is on...no more compromising...I know who or what I want and im asking Him for it...believing itll be...!! dyu think the universe can organise for lupe fiasco to come my way...?? otherwise...whos voting Shirikisho? of course why not? ? why not vote for a party established about 6 months before the elections....? and speaking of useless characters- the leader of the party #!%!#? vijana tugutuke!
love this song..had to post it... my favourite lines " Got you hopin' for the glorious Waitin' for that victorious feelin' wanted by all of us Kneelin' and praying that the Lord in us will help us love ourselves So much that the confidence attract to someone else"
We Know - Talib Kweli feat Faith Evans
Hey Y'all I feel good right? (mmm...hmmm...) Yeah, ok, uhh.. Now what that make me talk about? Love, love, love, love...(echoes) Yeah, that's what the world need, ha Yo, that's what your girl need All right, we gon' put it down like this I'll tell you about myself
(1st Verse) [Talib Kweli] My name is Kweli and I love to spit it homie I rap about love and life, ladies get to know me If you feelin' lonely, I can be your one and only I put it out in the world, so people show me... love (echoes) Yeah, I always get it back This ain't no pimp game here, that's a different track We talkin' this and that, we need to get with this I keep it realer than most, this is our business
(Chorus) [Faith Evans] What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know
(2nd Verse) [Talib Kweli] Heheh, yeah.. Yo, hey baby look like you need a break tonight Let me make it right, baby won't you stay the night I got a lot of love as you know you're my favorite right? Hey my lady, what we gon' make tonight (our love...) That's the dream, but I never sleep Across the crowded room, our eyes forever meet But without doubt and gloom, cuz we can never be That's why I got to go, cuz you're my impossible love Your the horizon I can see but never ride off into I write my lyrics to you, you the perfect instrumental I sound better than the cat who rappin' to you now That's between me and you, what happened to us now? Got you hopin' for the glorious Waitin' for that victorious feelin' wanted by all of us Kneelin' and praying that the Lord in us will help us love ourselves So much that the confidence attract to someone else
(Chorus) [Faith Evans] What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know
(3rd Verse) [Talib Kweli] Yo, Rockin' Los Angeles, House of Blues in Sunset Performin' like an orgasm, my girl ain't even cum yet Seen her by the side of the stage givin' me energy Potentially, wife material connectin' mentally I felt like heaven sent for me, you're meant for me The doubters and the haters had to acknowledge eventually You was a non-believer too if memory serves And a heart that gives shit, tryin' to play your boy for the her The harder that I run to you, the farther you become It's like my heart was part of some movie that hadn't yet begun This woman moves me and I'm a mountain of a man You pull me in like the waves do the grain of sand (love, love, love...) Yeah, I love the way you bring it to me I wrote a song for you, I love to hear you to sing it for me And let the melody carry me through the jealousy And we can cruise like Tom and Phenelope
(Chorus) [Faith Evans] What we gotta do to make them see We got a good thing going on Wanna tell the world if they don't know That what we have is real Wanna shout it from the mountains baby That I love you, but if they don't hear me I know, you know, we know (Repeat 2x)
The revolution is here, the revolution is here people I said it once, I'll say it twice You gots to be ready The revolution is inside of you People, the revolution is here, yeah
The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) No one can change your ways (rock with me for a second) No one can lead you off your path (come on) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh
Yo, I heard it's said the revolution won't be televised But in the land of milk and honey there's a date you gotta sell it by Otherwise it just expires and spoils And these folks jump out the pot when the water too hot Cause the fire boils inside You go to church to find you some religion And all you hear is connivin' and gossip and contradiction and You try to vote and participate in the government And the muh'fuckin' Democrats is actin' like Republicans You join an organization that know black history But ask them how they plan to make money and it's a mystery Lookin' for the remedy but you can't see what's hurtin' you The revolution's here, the revolution is personal They call me the political rapper Even after I tell 'em I don't fuck with politics I don't even follow it I'm on some KRS, Ice Cube, Chris Wallace shit Main Source, De La Soul, bumpin' "2Pacalypse Now"
The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh
Yo, I speak at schools a lot cause they say I'm intelligent No, it's cause I'm dope, if I was wack I'd be irrelevant I'm like the dope in your tracks until your high is settled in You leanin' to the left, the laughter's the best medicine But the troubles you have today you just can't laugh away Stay optimistic, thinking change is gonna come like Donny Hathaway You have to pray, on top of that, act today Cause opportunity shrivel away like Tom Hanks in "Cast Away" Everybody pass away, the pastor prays, the family mournin' Everybody act accordin' to the season that they born in (You'll try to change the world) You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin' In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by the sword and All that folks want is safety, they goin' gun crazy The same reason Reagan was playin' war games in the '80s The same reason I always rock dog chains on my babies The struggle is beautiful, I'm too strong for your slavery
The revolution's here (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh (ha ha, ha ha) No one can change your ways (yeah) No one can lead you off your path (uh uh) You'll try to change the world ('scuse me) So please excuse me while I laugh (yeah) The revolution's here No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh No one can change your ways No one can lead you off your path You'll try to change the world So please excuse me while I laugh
It's a beautiful thing that's happenin' right now Right now G Yo, I'm rockin' with my man Hi-Tek on the track right now We fightin' the good fight The Beautiful Struggle Yeah, let's go
A back sliding left wing in a double breasted world.I would join a commune tommorow, just waiting for the right charismatic psychopath to recruit me...
