Wednesday 29 February 2012

I Don't Wanna Be Anything More Than What I Been Tryin' To Be Lately

Wow, OK. Suffering from serious ugly cry headache right now from SCA when I spilled about my depressing family history. Yeah. It's been a very mixed up week and I'm totally off my rockers tutoring my little brother free of charge because I desperately (ew, ugly word) want to go to Orchards on Saturday. And I'm mucho depressed because I found out that one in fifteen high school graduates of 2015 won't be able to find work. Apparently, 73% of the world's unemployed are all young adults. Yikes!
But I do have some interesting tales to dispense about certain girls who assume that hoe is an attractive quality outside a Trey Songz music video. What is the world coming to?

Dossier is a magazine I decided I totally wanna work for!



Two very pretty dresses from Tony's Crib in Hatfield Plaza.
Love, love, love the blue one!

Silver Moon in Hatfield Plaza


The cover of my favourite book by Judy Blume: "Forever"


Cute outfit sighted yesterday at Silver Moon. If only I could afford to spend R245 on a cardigan alone.
Later
Khenzo xx

Sunday 26 February 2012

Talk that Talk

Kristen Stewart

Rihanna

Adele, American Vogue March 2012

Kristen Stewart for W Magazine


Saturday 25 February 2012

Tonight the City is Ours

I was back at the old stomping ground: Menlyn Park baby! I've got a new attitude and a new love of Samsung. Lesego, Amber and Titus couldn't make it but I know how to have fun. Spent the best afternoon with Jessica Lourens, Sphelele Mabunda, Jessica's brother Luke, Jessica's MMA Fighter ex Sean (who's Dutch by the way), Sean's possy, Carlo Cupido and his cousin or something Kenno/Keenan (how do I get those two names mixed up), Paballo Mangala and Kelebogile (Kele) Masemola. It was fabulous. We got free T-shirts with our caricatures on from Samsung, fooled around on the roof, made new friends and almost witnessed a fight (niggers be such pussies these days). I also got to hang out in a vintage car. How great is that?


I am totally developing an unhealthy obsession with making collages right now. Anyway, my very awesome outfit was totally last minute thinking. As usual I've got my black sneakers, high waisted shorts, the pink and grey kangaroo top was from my sister's closet (a top I wish I hadn't wasted on Menlyn), my silver bracelets, silver heart necklace and silver chain.


These are a few of my new favourite things. Dr. Pepper, my lip gloss from Identity, my Samsung Caricature top, my cellphone (wait, isn't that an old favourite?), my name badge (I'm a ego-maniac who loves her own name, sue me. Please don't. I'm, like, piss broke), my sister's Dolce & Gabana purse, a post card from Namibia and my notebook.


Biggest smile ever. I sat there with my cheeks tearing in half as the artist took his damn time. At least I'm somewhat prepared for beauty pageant pain. Not that I'd ever enter. Bitter story for a bitter day. And that Galaxy Note makes my Ace look like a poes.

Jessica was totally high here and Sphelele "invested" in some weird neon clip in streaks. I am so jellin' over that mannequins boobage right now.


Me, Sphelele and Paballo in the bathroom pouting our asses off.

The wind did such a number on my hair when we were on the roof, right out in the open. We were watching Sean try to start shit with a bunch of people of sorta know. They got so scared they actually took off their bandannas and pulled their pants up. Who knew ghetto ass guys who included "Swagga" as part of their names could be so scared of a white foreign dude? Then again, Sean's got some sique tattoos.

Me, Kele and Paballo looking sick with sunnies that really don't suit us. Oh, well. C'est la vie.
Never mind my anger with Kele because I think she totally got with Carlo today. Which is totally wrong.
Never mind my slight guilt because when I was kinda pissed that Titus couldn't make it I flaunted our non-officialness around. I think I totally gave another guy named Shaun (he used to go to Sunnyside Primary) with a damn sexy lip ring ideas and pretended to be Kenno's girlfriend and let him hit on me without telling him I sort of have a boyfriend. Sort of.
Never mind that I have a whole lot of cleaning to do in my room. It's okay, work for tomorrow.

Next on my social calendar (like I have one) is Kaylee Pedro's Sixteenth Birthday Party at (groan) The Bowling Club. Totally going for the cake. And to say wish Ms Pedro a happy birthday of course. I'm not mother of fuck ghetto.

Later,
Khenzo xx

Obssession Tuesday #3

Obsession Tuesday on a Friday? The world's gone mad, right?

Obsession Numero Uno: Aisha Baker (a really good friend of Aqeelah Harron--bonus!) and her wonderful blog: Baked, the blog. She's amazing. And too cute. Love her.


Obsession Numero Dos (pardon my Spanish): Uh, I really don't know this girl's name but I love her to he death of me. She's too pretty and her afro is beyond. I've always wanted hair like that. And she's got a very pretty piercing; right above her upper lip. I believe it's called a Monroe piercing. Sexy, hey?


Obsession Numero Tres (I think that's French): my classmate and friend, Avalon Smith's blog Milkshake Stilletos on Tumblr. (http://wwwmilkshakestilletos.tumblr.com/) She uploads the most AMA_zing pictures. They're too, too adorable. I have no idea where she finds the time.
Love,
Khenzo xx
PS Going to Menlyn Park tomorrow. Oh the shenanigans we get up to. Tune in for our wild escapades. And hopefully I see Titus... not that it's super importante or anything. Nope. Not at all.

Friday 24 February 2012

We Running This Town Just Like a Club Part I

Oh my God, it's Wednesday. Where have the days gone? One minute I'm chilling on Lesego's front lawn with Titus, Tumi and Company talking about who knows what, then getting violated by Lesego's 7 year old brother (he touched my boobies!) and now it's flipping Wednesday and we're two days closer to visiting Menlyn Park once again. So, I've totally lost track of time.
 
Anways, Lesego's birthday was too fun and I was totally delaying talking about what happened. Well, typing really because I've been blabbing my mouth off about almost meeting Edward Scissorhands and getting gauged by an axe murderer.
  It was all really crazy. Friday night we prank called, spent the whole time making jokes and adding random Spanish words into all our sentences and I got crazy high on marshmallows (no that is not code for some hip new drug, I'm talking actual marshies), woke up to Trace blasting all over the house Saturday morning. Lesego's plan for that day was to go to Menlyn and have fun. Uno problemo (besides the fact that we were going to Menlyn which was ghetto as hell): we didn't have transport. Lesego's mom had left that morning for work and her sister was nowhere to be found.
  Amber and I were left with the madhouse full of little kids while Lesego scoured Orchards for a ride in the blistering heat. We had to make, like, a hundred pancakes that were more flapjacks though. After what felt like hours later Lesego comes back with Imani (Lesego's boyfriend who's pretty rich... just saying), Titus and Kele, demands we bathe as she'd gotten us a ride from Kelly's brother for the "wee" fee of R20.
    Kelly comes to pick us up and her brother drives like a total maniac, Kele doesn't join us as she was going to the Masquerade Ball which she later reported wasn't really worth it. The car we were in was pretty small so I sat on Titus's lap, Kelly sat on Amber, Lesego sat on Imani (very begrudgingly... another story for another day) and Kelly's friend Rea sat up front. We sang along to Adele for the duration of the long drive from Orchards to Menlyn Park. Which is pretty long.
  We get to Menlyn where we ditch the guys at Galaxy World to go greet Ashton's dad which was extremely awkward. Like, broer, I die. They'd been waiting there since half one and we got there at twenty-five to three. Yikes!
   We had the worst time finding a restaurant that could accommodate fifteen kids (that was Lesego, Amber, Kelly, Rea, Titus, Imani, Bontle, Bontle's friend Mello (?), Lihle, Lethabo, Neo, the twins Tamika and Thandana and I) but we got the dude at Mimmo's to reluctantly let us in. But, like, what other choice did he have? The place was empty and Spur was way too full.
  Eventually we got Mimmo's (which was like kak empty, by the way) to allow us in. They were reluctant because a) we're a group of ghetto kids and b) we're fuckin' loud. And they were right not to want us in, since most of us were broke and ordered drinks (I had Titus buy me a Coke), made a noise and were a general nuisance. Don't you just love us? Anyway, I spent most of the time at Mimmo's sandwiched between Titus and Imani and a helluva good time laughing. Lesego ignored everyone else to hang with her cousins. Amber, Lihle, Bontle and such and such were on the other half of the table chatting up a storm, hardly keeping one topic for long.
  Lesego leaves to go off somewhere with her cousins and when she comes back as her pizza arrive she's starts crying into the cheese. Sad thing was she looked so cute when her lip started trembling and then everyone surrounded her, asking why she was crying. I made a joke about shoes and she dived into her pizza. She cheered up eventually. That was when we payed a very complicated bill and left.
  Everyone went off into separate groups. Amber, Lihle, Kelly, Rea, Bontle and Co., went walking around. Imani, Titus and I went after Lesego and her cousins who were at CNA or something. We saw Cesar on the way who apparently was in a repeat outfit. Like, some girl shouted, "Ay! Swagga Cee weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Embarrasante, much?
 
  Later on, Imani, Lesego, Titus and I went off on our own. We noticed these service entries/fire escapes that only Menlyn employees go through and we decided to get our Dora on and explore. This is where Edward Scissorhands comes in. It is mucho creepy inside these "tunnels."
  Insert audience screaming: "Don't go in there! Don't go in there! Dumb shits!"
  They're long corridors with brick walls or concrete slabs and flickering lamps along the sides and a haunting silence. Lesego and I were piss scared so we walking behind Imani and Titus. Titus was the first one around the corners and would scream, so we'd scream and then he'd laugh and Lesego would scowl. We went into an elevator that smelled like weed and one that smelled like urine. We went up some creepy stairs to who knows where but Lesego and I decided against because there would be no way we'd get away from the serial killer on stairs.
  Then Imani and Lesego needed a moment to, you know, make-out. So in front of one of the neutral smelling elevators they got it one. So Titus and I went around the corner to wait. And he was all, "What do you wanna do?"
  "I don't know." I fiddled with hem of his shirt, leaning against the wall.
  He then proceeded to move in closer. "I wanna do what they're doing."
  So... um... yeah, that happened. And it was pretty awesome. Gosh, the way I'm probably blushing right now. Though, um, we're not dating.
  Yet. :)

Later
Khenzo xx

Wednesday 22 February 2012

We Running This Town Just Like a Club Part II

Lesego's Birthday Collage

Left to right:
Me: pink Identity top, black mini-skirt from Mr. Price and unseen black booties courtesty of Lesego
Amber: white tank top under navy crop tee, dark skinnies and unseen baby blue Converse All Stars
Kelly: red striped cropped tee, lightwash denim shorts and unseen bright pink sneakers
Rea: yellow top with cartoon character I don't recognize, lightwash denim shorts and unseen ballet flats
Birthday Girl Lesego: light, white tee courtesy of Amber, black high-waisted shorts from me and leopard print loafers


Our fabulous shoes. We're sexy like that.

Titus and I in the corner of Kelly's brother's car

Imani and Lesego looking ultra adorable

Lesego and I in the "tunnels"
Creep stuff happens in Nowhere!

Lesego and Amber
The only reason school isn't such a drag

Hanging out on the notorious seventh floor of Menlyn Park.
Everyone hangs out there but Saturday was the first I'd seen of it.
No one should leave their trolleys unguarded!
All the photos are courtesy of Blackberry cameras which make editing quite hard. Sigh.
Later
Khenzo xx

Tuesday 21 February 2012

We Were Promised Jetpacks


"I wrote on a piece of paper... am I cool now?"

Photo provided by Ashton's two megapixel Blackberry Curve
All fifteen of our ghetto asses in front of Galaxy World, Menly Park looking fine as hell for Lesego's Sweet Sixteen
Back: (left to right) Imani Duncan Souichiro, Amber, Ria (friend of Kelly), Lesego's twin cousins Thandana and Thamika
Front (left to right): Lesego in my high waisted shorts, Titus Mpshe (ahem), me in a pink Identity kangaroo top, black skirt from Mr. Price and Lesego's boots, Ashton Carolissen, Kelebohile "Kelly" Lethoko, Lihle Morobi, Bontle and Bontle's friend whose name escapes me.
 Khenzo xx

Sunday 19 February 2012

It's My Birthday I'll Get High If I Want To

Lesego's birthweekend was amazing. We took a whole bunch of pretty pictures on Friday, got up to some crazy shit on Saturday at Menlyn and had too much fun today. So sad it had to end. And it appears I'm not so desperately single anymore.










More photos to come...
Insane Bastards,
Khenzo xx

Wednesday 15 February 2012

I Just Can't Seem To Find Somebody to Love...




Yes, I'm talking about love the day after Valentine's Day. I'm just mobbin' like that.
  Today at Student's Christian Association (S.C.A. which is pretty fun besides the song singing and stuffy hall and the self-righteousness condescending feeling some girls get when we're there) we were discussing love, our speaker was a nineteen year old girl Sydney or something and her boyfriend for a thirteen months Marcel. They'd both come from really bad relationships and had a whole lot of baggage and after three years of knowing each other they began dating. It wasn't even a big thing, to this day he still hadn't asked her out. (Which totally doesn't fly with me, I need an exact time and day for when the relationship began. I'm obsessive like that.)
  And all this talk about relationships and feelings and the difference between infatuation and love got me thinking. Like, some deep ongoings in the ol' cranium.
  Love.
  It's supposed to be this big thing. As in the aurora of an epiphany or something. It's supposed to fill you up with joy and butterflies. It's probably the reason cannibalism isn't as hot as skinny jeans. "Love" is, however, something my generation treat like a candle in the wind. As a conversation filler as opposed to... what love really is. Not that I've ever felt true love, in a romantic sense. I don't think it's because I'm young, a key factor totally. I think you can be young and fall in love. You'd be a dumb shit, but not impossible.
  Wow, check me out sounding all serious.
  It's just that how do you know when you've found love? And if love is supposed to be everything there is to life why is it so hard? Why is it so complicated? Why does the course of true love not get fucking paved over?
  All I know is that love is weird. I don't think it's magical (it may feel magical but feelings only last so long) and I do think that if you're gonna say "I love you" to your significant other then you best be prepared to put a ring on it. Because that's love. However, put a ring on it after high school.

Venus and Mauve, a place for confused souls to confuse each other...
Love, Khenzo
Later, Khenzo

Tuesday 14 February 2012

Obsession Tuesday #2

Which brings us to the object of my affection this Tuesday. I present <duh-duh-dun> hot boys I found on Cutest Boys Ever on Tumblr. Bru, Amber's ladies parts screamed today. Madness!

I have no idea of these six boys' names by the way. I just fell in love with their prettiness. It's beyond.







Valentine's Day is lame. It sucks cheese balls. It's a corporate holiday designed to stress out male significant others, give girls the idea that they can demand whatever they want (like the world's gonna end if they don't receive five red and pink roses, a box of ugly tasting foreign chocolates and a heart felt card in front of all of their friends), make single people bitter about not having anyone and sell corny red and pink cards with less than witty rhymes.
  Well, actually Valentine's Day was named after St. Valentine who was removed from the list of saints actually so double whammy.
  Anyway, I don't need to spend my time ranting on and on about my strong dislike for the 14th of February because that would make me a bitter old nag. I'm forever suspicious of people going on and on about not liking Valentine's Day because that just goes to show that someone hasn't a good one. Which is totally not the case for me. I just see 14 February as the most random day and a waste of time and money. Why should there only be one day to celebrate your loved ones?
  Lame.
  But, my 14 February was really great today. I got a rose from my dinosaur obsessed nerdy friend, Roy Haug who's like super tall and of German heritage. We have definite plans for Lesego's birth weekend extravaganza (slumber party madness Friday night and doing some totally cosmopolitan on Saturday). Amber and I spent most of the afternoon in the computer lab at school checking out fashion blogs (my Aqeelah Harron obsession getting creepier) and tumblr pages.

xx Khenzo