Shit happens###

So yeah, Shit really happens is all I have to say in this post.

Last week I was invited by a friend to a little shinding he had an extra ticket to, so we went to Oppi. I got back and had my room wiped out. My laptop was gone along with all my food and my clothes!!!! hell is what recovering from that feels like, considering the fact that I had no back up of all the work that I had in my precious lil baby... and now she's gone, with everything that has ever mattered to me along with her.

heartless reeetards left milk behind and didn't even bother putting it back in the fridge so when I got back it had spoilt and made the room smell like shit, I was so very heartbroken with no food to eat after a 5 hour bus trip from joburg, trust me you can't even begin to imagine how frazzz I was about all this.

So I'm at a place right now where I'm trying to pick up the pieces and bring the loose ends together again, recover work lost and try catch up and make up for lost time, tending to my academic commitments and preparing for Mondays test of which I am soooo not ready for right now but its bend or break at this point. Before I left I had a bit of a video blog that I was working on and was supposed to be moving on to episode 3 when I got back and it was something I was extremely excited about. I know damn enemies are grinning da fuq right now where-ever they are, I see you byastardz!!! I felt like that too was taken away from me with the loss of the laptop. The pc's here on campus don't have the software I used to edit these mini clips and it was harsh how life just went back to this dull place of loss and anger. Thank God I had friends, coz see its 3 days after that bit of a break in and none of my family members have helped me with anything (and no this isn't dirty laundry if you know me well enough to be reading this blog right now)... no cash no nothing except these many sorries I keep getting from everybody as though they make any difference. so clearly without friends I should still be starving to death right now 3 days after getting back.

The one positive thing that I am thinking about is applying some of these mastery key teachings and changing my life, my attitude and basically how I treat every single day of my life. waking up every morning building my brand of services from the ground up with the creative reporting that will later be the base of my publication venturing out from the NUTZ ABOUT RAP blog, big ups to every artist who has allowed me the pleasure of doing wrap up articles on what they do and what they'r all about. So yeah... Next to the creative reporting, I see a successful career in media with my idea of written instrumentations and producing music from this skill exactly the way that it plays out in my mind every night I go off to bed.

funny thing, you just know deep inside that if this is not what you are doing with your life, its just the end of you. coz there really will be no gyadaim reason to wake up in the morning and that is how serious things really are with this career thing. I really want to see the bigger picture and where each of these tiny bits of effort are going to... This film course I'm doing gave the video blog so much relevance in my life since I was planning to put into practice most of the theory I was getting in there with the editing of these clips of mine. Too bad Siya decided to drop me on the last minute after agreeing to have me edit my third clip on his laptop, I'll just try Breeh this weekend and if that fails maby I really should kiss the video journal bye bye of which I'm hoping hard I won't have to do.

As far as the lyrical instrumentations, I've long made it about my emotional wellbeing and it makes so much sense to me to start making music that reflects the different time periods of my life since I dig documenting stuff so much in anyway. I've got tonight that I'd like to dedicate completely to the setting in of these master key teachings. gwosh why didn't I just bring a bottle of stoney with me to this lab to burn this awful flu by the throat and feel it run down my nose just so this painful cough stops.

I'm very determined about making a career out of my writing, I'm ready to build this baby up to something groundbreaking, produce a bombing monthly publication promoted by my musical works most as my greatest form of livelihood. dreaming about this stuff like I can just imagine myself pushing these ambitions into materiality. Who doesn't want to live a life waking in the morning to do what you enjoy doing and can do right through the damn night?

I want to flower life with my craft, simply coz there's a desire to do so.

I almost feel like if I don't take a shot at this, I'll regret not following in the lead of my ambitions. I'm up for taking this risk in my life and make that publication my greatest business, I know so many people who don't believe in me, let alone believe in these business ideals. but fuq it mayyn, I'm young and have a looong life ahead of me and I'm going into this with all of me. can I think of anything better than this to do with my existence? no... so why not? hell.. what on earth have I got to loose?? at this rate I refuse to be stopped!!

but this Nuhtkayz isn't going anywhere anytime soon... business cards on the table