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Winter Break Chronicles [PART 1: My near Kidnapping (NOT JOKING-kinda)]

This past winter break has to be the most eventful holiday I have literally ever had! For starters I had only been back home for about 12 hours when I almost got KIDNAPPED (not really but it felt like it) and forced into a life of human slavery but these two men I had just met that evening. Granted that’s not how it happened but I shall reiterate that THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT FELT LIKE!

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WTAF- My horrific experience with a horrible dentist.

(IF YOU’RE DISINTERESTED IN RANTINGS AND COMPLAINTS THEN SKIP THIS POST- IT’S ALSO EXTREMELY RUDE SO IF YOU’RE DISINTERESTED IN RUDENESS THEN SKIP PAST THIS POST AS WELL. Apologies if I offend.) Continue reading “WTAF- My horrific experience with a horrible dentist.”

Cube Tasting Kitchen- A Fine Dining Experience.

The human body has a fundamental flaw… its constant need for sustenance. This flaw, which I constantly exhibit even now as I munch on a sandwich, is the reason why people have made a career of feeding people. I wouldn’t have thought that I would end up spending an entire year eating junk food and cereal after coming from a home where food is an extremely serious matter. Continue reading “Cube Tasting Kitchen- A Fine Dining Experience.”

The Increasing Difficulty to Stay Emotionally Afloat

I’m am just so physically and emotionally tired of fighting off the depression. Never have I ever fought as hard as I have been in past three months and I can feel my mind slowly giving up. I can’t do it anymore… I’m just so tired, so so tired of being unhappy.  Continue reading “The Increasing Difficulty to Stay Emotionally Afloat”

Shakespeare Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
   For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
   That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

[DJ] Black Coffee (Feat. Unplugged) – UNGQO (Original)

Whilst trolling the Madorasindahouse YouTube channel, I came across a familiar name in the South African house industry. [DJ- when he feels like adding the title] Black Coffee, the beloved house DJ who’s setting the world on fire with his mixes. I was so happy when I stumbled across this song, I haven’t listened to new [DJ] Black Coffee mixes in ages seeing as he lacks a YouTube page or even a site where his new music is uploaded for his fans. [sigh]… But! Enjoy this song! I know I did.

With Love

Retro

Shakespeare Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

Shakespeare, Sonnet 12: When do I count the clock that tells time

SONNET 12

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

The “Undefined” Mathematical Answer to A Particular Reasoning

As so late, I have been dreadfully unable to detach myself from any sort of negative feeling, feelings such as hurt, sadness and even longing. The feelings, that I try so hard to avoid, have begun defining a part of my character. How I speak to people, walk, cry… even eat has been affected. All I long for is the grey area, the area where the “undefined” lies. The area where no tears burn behind my lids when someone asks what’s wrong or if I’m okay, where my heart doesn’t feel like it’s going to shrivel up and turn to ash every time I think about a bad situation I’ve been. I want what any number divided by zero has… assuming we’re talking about basic high school math where the answer is put down as “undefined”.

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