I'd Like to Thank God and Ice Cube for Friday



Travie McCoy and Katy Perry back in the good ol' days when they were dating. They were
hella awesome together. How Katy moved onto Russel Brand is beyond me.



www.superficialgirls.com
My new favourite blog.

Vogue in the 90s. A time when Donna Karan was the shit but now she designs for fatties.

The writer of Superficial Girls! She's adorbs with the cutest outfits.



Preen Resort Wear 2012




Rachel Roy (one of my top ten favourite fashion designers) 2012, shown at New York Fashion Week.
As always, diggin' the purple.

  Ah, Sunday. My least favourite day of the week. It means the beginning of the end. A new week is on the horizon and good ol' Monday is back again. Sunday means soul food, eleventh hour homework and watching movies. This is pretty much the first Sunday in the year that I'm not crazy tired after going out the Saturday before.
  Yesterday, Lesego, Amber and I went to school to watch inter-high debating. We watched Sutherland versus Loretto Convent. Sutherland was awesome and their third speaker was crazy good and was seriously passionate. The topic was: This House Believes That the Current Dali Llama Should Choose His Successor. After debating we took a bus to town and a taxi to Lesego's house. I got to see Titus ( =] )which wasn't all that awesome since he's got a one-track mind and didn't pay much attention to me (not that I cared). He does, however, sing like nobody's business.

Happy Sunday
xx Khenzo

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.

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

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

Love Me and I Won't Love You



White Mickey Mouse shirt, Mr Price; black high waisted RT shorts, Mr Price; black low tops, Mr Price;
large silver bangle, Truworths; assorted bangles, Identity and octagonal sunglasses.



Last year, I was "pretty" obsessed with my really hot neighbour, Jason. He's really tall and laughs at all of my jokes (though... why wouldn't anyone?) and he was something new. Especially because at that time I'd pretty much been going through a dry spell and that was mucho unenjoyable. And how awesome would it be if I dated someone who was universally attractive and photogenic? Mucho awesome.
  But a month or so later when I did actually get action and it wasn't from Jason I pretty much accepted that after five weeks nothing was happening and decided we'd be better friends. Now without my rose coloured glasses (the ones we see all our crushes in perfect light in) I noticed Jason really wasn't my type. Hotness will get you so far and I'm not the Friends With Benefits type anyway (it's for those too lazy to look for the real thing... if there is a real thing).
  He wanted to be a rapper and if I have to meet another black boy who wants to be rapper like Lil' Wayne or some ish like that I am going to suffer at Menlyn every Friday. And that place is damn ass ghetto with The Glen High students on Fridays. And there's really nothing like getting hit on by a grade eight with a yellow Afro-wish.
  Anyway, we hang out sometimes when he comes over to play PlayStation with my brother and Brandon And Co (don't ask). Lesego is crazy obsessed with him, though. Not that he'd date her and her mahuna-hunas (big boobs) what with them being two hours apart and they're both kind of players. [Unintentionally, of course. Having had been played three times last year, I really wouldn't befriend one. Lesego and Jason are the kind that wanna be all committal but easily bored people. Both attractive hummingbirds, hopping from tulip to orchid to Marigold and pussy willow (pun intended).]
  Now I'm beginning to believe in that New Age Universe Stuff because last week I hugged Jason goodbye for an obscenely long amount of time and was way too touchy-feely with him that day, mistruthed to Amber and Lesego that we almost kissed (which we didn't but we could've). Why did I not tell the truth? Beee-cuuz, they had awesome stories from the gala and I had zilch, nothing, zeh-ro! But that's beside the point, so I had this exaggeration (see how I beat around the word "lie") hanging up all high in the Universe and it came back to bite me or ish like that. It was karma... I think.
  It's been a while since I crushed on Jason which was pretty much only because he was attractive without the attractive qualities I require. And today he was in my bedroom. Like, the place where I had price tags from this morning's shopping excursion strewn all over my messy bed, shoes and plastic bags on the floor and various receipts on my jewellery box and my bras were all over the place. But I was all nonchalant about it when he was all, "I've never seen inside your room."
  "Oh, really? Whatevs." I replied.
  When I talk to Jason there are some awkward silences because he's pretty soft spoken, I'm loud and talkative but hate having to hear only my side of the conversation. I kept myself busy with attempting to clean the usually chaos that was my bed. And then it happened.
  I said, "Why you so quiet?"
  "Me?" Jason asked. As if there was anyone else in the room.
  "Uh, ja."
  "Oh, I was just thinking if maybe I should tell you something that I've wanted to say for a long time."
  And, like, I'm not an idiot. I knew. That was the moment I would have loved before but right then it was fucking scary. Scarier than Hallie Berry's toes, man. What did I do?
  I ignored it, as though I didn't hear him. I retreated to my computer and didn't give him a second look. Why now? Like, why now? Especially now when I'm hormonal, PMSing, bleeding my panties off and desperately single but horribly picky? I'd hate to think of what would've happened if he did ask me out...
  But I feel really sad... for him.