Aphiwe's Corner( her rants, raves, likes, dislikes and more commentary that we just love)

Thinking back, I have always been influenced by music, my aunt was an aspiring musician and I remember listening to her Demo tape and thinking "I could do that" maybe even better!
My Journey with Music started with me using it as my escape from this sometimes cruel and harsh world, growing up with an abusive father took its toll and I would listen to music and if I played my favorite song loud enough and shut my eyes tight enough all the hurt and pain would subside.
Ironically it was my father who initially recommended I start singing in the school choir instead of making a ruckus in his house.( I should probably thank him for that). so at 13 I was in the school choir by 16 I was singing lead in the church choir and by 18 I was a backing vocalist for one of South Africa's most recognized  singers, Ms KB Motsilanyane.
Music touches us all in different ways, its a way of life. To me, Music is my refuge I could crawl into the spaces between the notes & curl my back to the loneliness.

Ms diva©

The Raybans

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE RAYBANS...

SO  MUCH THAT IM ACTUALLY SAVING UP FOR THEM(INCLUDING THE TRIP TO PARIS & STEVE MADDEN BAG)

DON'T YOU JUST HEART THESE?... RAYBANS ARE THE FUTURE. HAPPY RAYBAN WEEK TO YOU xoxo

Grumpy Grungies

Nothing makes me more grumpy, on a particularly cold day, where I AM NOT IN THE BEST OF MOODS, like people who dress up like they're gonna take their garbage out.

No! Winter is not an excuse for being tattered and raggedy, infact we should appreciate winter, because we can get away with pigging out on food, pilling on the pounds(dont roll your eyes, you know you have extra kilos too) and wrapping them up in PRETTY non grungy looking clothing. now unless you're alexa chung, grunge is not cool. So please guys and girls lets dress up like we actually CARE.

This Month I am...

CRUSHING ON: someone
Most influential person this month: charlie sheen(yes, ...him!)
Missing: julius malema (where are you dude?)
Buying: vitamin water, elle mag
Admiring:  poppy nsthongwana
Pigging out on: oreos
Reading: lots of texts on roman law
Loving: african youth
Critquing: The fashion crimes that WITS girls commit.

Things I learnt from my Ex-Boyfriends.

Things I learnt from my Ex-Boyfriends.

by Lola Mashiloane Dineo on Wednesday, March 9, 2011 at 3:25pm

I really wish that one would've taught me how to whistle, but then again Ive learnt better, like:

For all intents and purposes put your phone on silent when you go to bed, always 'report' where you will be when, and why. Such saves alot of explanations.

The art of sincerity, the philosophy of love. The idea of being content all by yourself.

How not to lie, when to lie. The practical stuff you know, the 'date-a-mentals'.

How to eat a starter, a main course and dessert and still make room for a milkshake, shame... That was really cute.

And how to appreciate my beauty, you know not all my ex's were monsters, and for those that were im slowly finding a way past my resentment.

And some of them taught me how to love again, one taught me a different language out of the s.a.d.c, alongst with that he taught me tolerance. #oh and he also taught me how to eat oreos. :)

Then ofcourse one taught me a few songs, guycode, how to buy a good fragrance, that came in handy thanks.

Yeah well, Im tryna recover from my afternoon slump and just as chew the last bits of whats left of this bone I remember how one taught me how to laugh, to smile, to cry, to cry alot, to cry hard and to laugh till I cry.

*getting up from bed, sitting up straight, pouting my lips with crusts of bread*

...most importantly my ex-boyfriends taught me how to love.

Well the 'good' ones, and for all intents and purposes this is a note to show my appreciation.

Because of you, Im not afraid to LOVE AGAIN.

Pictures I adore...

Life is beautiful

We're too caught up in the ratrace, that often we lose ourselves in it. sometimes you need to live for the moment, yes forget the exams, the boyfriend stress, your pimple breakout, your awful badhairday and that crush who won't crush on you back.

Relax breathe, smell the air(even it's congested), buy icecream you'll feel good instantly, just live man, live!

You are young once, and once you're old and wrinkly and saggy, you'll never get it back.

JUST LIVE MAN!

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