Slow Superstardom

Confession, growing up, I always wanted to be a musician. Whatever  form that took, it’s just what I wanted to be. Bigger confession: at  first I wanted to be in a boyband. I mean, when girls watched them on  TV, they went crazy, and started screaming their names out loud saying:  JUSTIN! JC! LANCE! JOEY! CHRIS! WE LOVE YOU! (I didn’t just recite the  names of all members of ‘n sync from memory. No I didn’t. I said I  DIDN’T!). After that, wanted to be an R’nB superstar. After that I  wanted to be the illest MC from the east coast (I’m not really sure what  east coast and west coast is, but apparently they are important in hip  hop for reasons only known to Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, whatever  happened to them).

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Got a big ego… such a big ego….

A few centuries ago, about 200 AD (or CE to be more culturally  relevant and not offend anyone by making references to J*s*s [censored  just in case someone gets awkward]), I started this blog. In my attempt  to sound deep, I said that everyone has their own microphone, and I’m  just trying to reach the world with my microphone.

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Nasal Particles

Recently I’ve started volunteering to work with the youth in the  church that I go to. It’s actually an interesting, fun experience, and  reminds me of my time as an adolescent. Reminded me that as a teenager,  there two laws in life of which every other law comes secondary. The  laws? Look cool, and get the girls to notice you. From these two, all  other laws come from.

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Distorted Mirrors

Throughout primary school, teachers always felt it necessary for us  to write our news and occasionally read it to the whole classroom. Now,  that would have been all well and fine if I actually had a life. You  don’t really do much as a kid besides go to school, go home, play, eat,  sleep. And somehow, everyday what we write in our news is supposed to be  different.

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Snooze

So this morning, like every morning, my alarm went off at 05h30… This  morning, like every morning, I got up more than an hour after 05h30…  The reason for this? The snooze button. I’ve always wondered why this  button was actually created. Honestly, after snoozing for so long, and  having to press that button every 10 minutes, you wake up more irritated  and more angry with the world than if you had just left the warm  enclaves of your bed the first time it rang.

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Age is nothing but a number

So last week Wednesday was my birthday. Not really entertaining. I  don’t really celebrate birthdays. It’s just too much admin trying to  determine who you want to get angry with you because you didn’t invite  them. The last time I celebrated was when I was 7 and that’s because my  parents are the ones who drew up the guestlist.

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Sorry I’m a champion

As mentioned in an earlier posts, I’ve taken a few dabs at mainstream  hip hop. It was one of my useless attempts to get my social acceptance  certificate. From what I’ve heard, Jay-Z is the king of rap (forgive me  if I use the terms rap and hip hop interchangeably; I actually don’t  know the difference). In his song in Blueprint 3, the one in which the  chorus goes “Everyday a star is born (clap for ‘em, clap for ‘em, clap  for ‘em, hey)” (I’m not sure what the name of the song is), he mentions  all that’s been big in mainstream rap over the past few years, but still  alludes to the fact that he trumps over them all. In a song in one of  his previous albums, Lost One, he apologises for being a champion. I’m  not really sure what the song is actually about. He talks about how hard  it is being famous, how hard it is being with Beyonce, how hard it is  with his nephew’s death, but then he apologises for being great, for  being a champion.

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Lights. Camera. Action!

Those who know me know that I’m not really a movie person. I watch  about 5 movies a year in total. That’s inclusive of both the big screen  and the small screen. Cinema, DVD, SABC, Etv, all of it. It also sucks  in social situations, because whenever people are trying to make  conversation with you, it defaults to 2 things: sport and movies, both  of which I don’t follow. At least with sport you can fake it (social  rule #34: if ever in a sport conversation, and don’t know what to say,  just say, “WHAT’S UP WITH THE REF, HE’S SUCH A COST, THE GUY WAS  OFFSIDE!” It always works.)

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Inspiration… motivation… dedication

So in one of my earlier posts, I talked about my need to go to the  gym. How it becomes a new years resolution and how it never works out.  This year it started differently…

I have been  consistently at least 2 times a month. You may laugh, but it’s  something. Only problem is I haven’t been there in about a month and a  half now. Not so cool. My question is, what keeps you inspired,  motivated and dedicated to something? I’m actually out of ideas now…  please help…