freshly sharpened pencils...

why do we blog? why do we keep record of whatever we are going through on such a public bathroom wall for the world to come and piss on it - literally. i have no qualms about that fact, it's just a thought that crossed my mind.

yeah, so i've gotta get out of this place. just when i was getting cosy with the carefree sun-worshippers, i have to go back to the grumpy old farts who hide under their brollies. i really dont think i've had enough of this place. i don't think i can ever get enough of this place. it's very unique, a melting pot of some sort with plenty of dreamers like myself. seriously, peeps here have such big dreams and ideas on how to get rich and it makes me sick sometimes. i want to stick around, i also want a piece of that pie - the american pie! but uncle sam doesn't want to share. so, we will just take matters into our own hands and give ourselves what we don't have.

one thing i hate in this part of the world are the complainers!! for the love of cod, stop bitching and go fishing! don't you realise that you live in the land of opportunity. money, success, fortune is just thrown at you and you just have to catch it as it comes. as for us, zimbos, things can be tight. uncle sam might mistake us for one of bob's cousins and cut us off the fund. [well, he has for me!!].

so i have come up with a new mantra [whatever that means!]. from now on i will introduce myself as zimbabwean by birth, british by education and american by choice. in fact, i'll get it printed on a t-shirt in BOLD letters. yeah baby! i'm going to fake it 'til i make it!