"It tiring to hate someone you love so deeply" Simone de Beauvoir
Thats my quote for today...

So Graceful, I guess you are itching to find out what's been happening in my life lately?
Well, nothing too exciting really. I've stumbled upon another writing block. A huge one this time. (It must be the festive season). So new book won't be out this January as I bragged it would.
Apart from that, I've just been consuming my fair share of alcohol and again blaming it on the festive season. And I've also been watching too much of Breaking Bad. It's completely destroyed the human in me. Now I believe in committing crime for a loyal cause. Lol

I may not see you till January next year. So a marvelous Xmas to ya!
Love you!!!

Love in hopeless places...

TJ loses his first tooth...

My youngest son TJ lost his first tooth this morning :(
Guys, this is where I surrender to old age. I've tried to be one step ahead of it in the past, but now I know it's about to catch up with me.
Oh well...

Obama - so over him politically...

Am I the only living thing on earth that is indifferent about Barack Obama's reelection as president of the United States of America? Well, because it seems plants, birds, insects and all other living creatures around the planet are in a frenzy singing this familiar yet so unfamiliar Obama song. From the looks of it, I'm the only one who doesn't know the lyrics of this song. Even my dog seems to love the song. Does that mean there is something wrong with me?
Absolutely not!
I love Obama...
As a man (wink)
In fact I love him so much, I'd do him in less than an instant given a morsel of a chance. Sorry Michelle! I'm not looking for a verbal bash here. Just letting my pent-up feelings run free. Lol

Anyhow, let me get back to real issues. Enough of messing around.
These are some of my reasons why I don't give a flying frog about Orama - excuse me, I mean "Obama" not "Orama", being reelected as president of USA: Firstly; I hate politicians more than I hate politics. As charming as Obama is as a human being, I'm afraid he is still a politician. "Greedy as greed, selfish as selfishness" - Just like all politicians. You don't agree with me, do you? So why else would he run for second term as president if it wasn't for greed and an unquenchable thirst for power?
Politically, I'm so over Obama. So so over him that hearing his name makes me a bit queasy. Personally, am as in love with him as I was the first time I heard his smooth, but rich enchanting voice on radio. Haha!
Ok. Secondly; I don't believe in doing things twice. I celebrated Obama's win once, and don't think it sane, nor do I think it necessary for me to celebrate the it again over for the second time. That's just crazy!!! Somehow having to do the very same thing for the second time takes away the magic that was created the first time the thing was done, ruining everything in the end. Obama shouldn't have run for the second time!
Last but not least; More than I despise politicians, I despise things that are too obvious. Obama's reelection was a no brainer. We all knew he would win. Come on, how could he not when he was running against someone who is clinically insane? Really and truly, if Mitt Romney is sane then there is no such thing as insanity on earth and all other planets. All asylums for the disease should be shut down!

But since I'm such a nice living thing, the nicest that's ever lived, or breathed, I wish Obama the very best in his second term as president. Hopefully he'll prove me wrong and make me believe in doing things twice by fixing at least half of my problems and that of my family and friends. Lol

Sir Frost

Fire & Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost

***The Road not Taken*** - My favorite!

Marital War Front

That's the title of my second book :)
Check it out before end of the year... Make sure you purchase it or you'll miss out on a multitude of laughs.

Tete - a - Tete

Three years and 324 posts later, I strongly feel like I'm slowly reaching the end of my blogging days.
Well, I don't know...

Anyhow, I'm half way through The Lives and Loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre. God am I exhausted! Both mentally and emotionally. Sartre and Beauvoir lived exhausting lives. Crazy lives. I'm even exhausted trying to reason the reason for their animal-like lifestyles...
Existentialism?
Individualism?
Or just pure madness???

Gosh!!!


***For real, one can't be a genius minus a little mental instability.

Abelard and Heloise - Tragedy or Love story?

Definitely tragedy for me!
With time I've learnt that true love doesn't have to come with so much agony in the same package to qualify as true love.

The Fifty Shades Trilogy - my take

So I'm finally done with "A million Shades of fuckery"...
What a read!
I've actually been done with it for a while now. Just wasn't able to write the promised review earlier due to a giant withdraw cloud that I had come face to face with upon my finishing the books.
I think the above revelation is on its own a review of some sort... What do you think?

The books are brilliant! All three of them. Beyond brilliant actually. Well-written, witty, tense, exciting, soapy... Definitely a great read! Though I could do without the type of kinkiness that makes one's skin crawl.

Anyway, First Shades of Grey is amazing. Of course it has to be amazing. After all it is the first one written of the trilogy. Once you flip through the first page, you are gone. Irreversibly hooked! You won't put the bloody book back down.
By the time you get to the last page, your every emotion is so incensed and itching for more.
Fifty Shades Darker follows. Though as great as Fifty Shades of Grey, unfortunately not as amazing. Why so? The kinkiness in Grey's *red room of pain* has reached a nauseating level in the book. The title Fifty Shades Darker puts a lot into perspective. A lot of darkness. No pun intended there. As much as I love a bit of kinky now and then, canes and cuffs don't rock my sock.
Fifty Shades Free is my favourite! The last one of the three. The very best of them all! Less of kinky, more of vanilla. "Exactly how I like to make and take my cake". Lol

All in all, I loved the Trilogy! I loved the characters. I loved the 500 + pages in each book. I loved the sound of my fingers flipping though the pages. I loved the smell of the pages. And most excitingly, I fell in love with the mercurial Christian Grey. Yes, eventually! Heels-over-head!!! Unbelievably so.

I am not watching the movie when it comes out. That'll be more or less like watching pornography. And I'm not so much into watching pornography. It's too raw for my show, it cloys my joy. Besides, I don't think I'll be a very happy human being if anything comes and messes with the faces of the characters I've cooked in my head of Christian Grey, Ana Steele, Taylor, Jack Hyde, Ray Steele, Katie Kavanagh Etc.

****Now reading Tete-a-Tete (The Lives and Loves of Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre)

The word INEVITABLE

Ever had that one word that takes you all the way back to your one and only teenage romance?
That word that brings back a gush of tender, sweet-and-sour hidden memories?
Ever had that one word that has a face of its own? A beautiful face?
For me that one word is INEVITABLE.
It brings back so many memories - some of them pleasant, some painful - that I find myself avoiding using it most of the times.
But today I have no choice but to use this one word.

***Andy Murray just won his maiden Grand Slam.
It was INEVITABLE!!!
There...

Serena Slams it for the 15th time!

Serena Williams last night sliced, and trashed world number one Victoria Azarenka to win her 15th Grand Slam, and 4th US Open title.
Serena has been unrelentingly lethal on court since she unorthodoxically lost to Virginia Razzano in the first round of Roland Garros earlier this year. From then on it has been a smooth slide for the mighty Americano, winning Wimby and the Olympics in straight sets, until last night when that cheeky Vic chick caused her a lot of pain, almost inflicting an injury to Serena's impeccable game.
Victoria surely gave Serena a sweet fight. I almost suffered a serious coronary watching my favourite Americano commit error after error in the second and third set.
But just like a gigantic champion she is, Miss Williams found her game plan and turned things into her favor winning 6-2, 2-6, 7-5.
I'm so ecstatic!
It's almost making me erratic.
You can call me idiotic.
Dramatic.
Or enigmatic.
But at the end of the day, I'm just a fanatic,
Who is very enthusiastic!

I was scrolling down my old posts and now I realize I really have no idea why I bother with all this nonsense believing I have a huge writing talent when I obviously don't.
Oh I feel like screaming.
You may probably want to call it screeching.
Boy, am I seething!
I don't even feel like sleeping.
All the time I've wasted scribbling...
I could have been singing.
All the time I've wasted dreaming...
I could have been breathing.
Oh, yes, I could have been living...


***Living my life...

Sleep tight, Michael Clarke Duncan!

"John Coffey, like a drink, only not spelt the same."

My two favourite men gone too soon. First John Coffey - executed for a grim crime he didn't commit - and now Michael Duncan.
But no tears shed. Because my dears, I'll be catching both of you on that *Greenest Mile*!

Back to School

The boys went back to school today after exactly two months at home.
They were so excited!

Child Birth or Wisdom tooth extraction?

It's almost 12 midnight and I'm alone in our sitting area, like a mfiti, waiting for Serena Williams first round match at Flushing Meadows, USA.
Besides the amount of frustration over the wait which promises to be long, one of my wisdom teeth is up to no good. Throbbing like there's no tomorrow. I'm in so much pain, yet I can't miss Serena's match.

These are the questions that are making a lot of noise in my mind right now; which pain is worse, pushing a little life into this world, or pulling out a wisdom tooth?
Which is more terrifying; birth, death or the dentist?

US Open Tennis 2012

Today is the first day of slamming at Flushing Meadows, and it's lashing cats and rats. Play has been suspended on all courts (to my annoyance) and no one is sure when it shall resume.

*Let's me touch base with Fifty Shades Freed whilst I wait...

Joyeux Anniversaire to that special boy I used to know, now a man I don't know.

Brutus vs Mark Antony - The battle of Speeches

"...not that I loved Caesar less, but I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate; I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but as he was ambitious, I *SLEW* him.

"The *NOBLE* Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault. And grievously hath Caesar answered it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest - for Brutus is an *HONOURABLE* man...

Whose speech is articulately composed between Brutus' and Mark Antony's?
I've always thought Brutus' speech genius. But well, Brutus himself is genius.
Think of it, who else would Premeditate their best friend's murder with more efficiency and perfection than Brutus?
Who would, soon after accomplishing the best friend's murder mission, stand before a grieving nation and give such a well composed, eloquent speech? Only Brutus!

Mark Anthony's speech is just as good. But yet, not just as good!
I think for me his speech is too calculating therefore lacks that genuine semblance. It's also too long and repetitive hence a little boring.
Other than that, both speeches have a certain word that changes everything...

In Brutus' speech, the word is SLEW. It's cold, heartless and unforgivable, therefore brings upon his downfall.
In Mark Antony's, the word is HONOURABLE. He cleverly stresses it through out the speech with an intention... Yes, an intention to turn the whole nation against the "honorable" Brute, which is eventually what happens.
Power-hungry Mark Antony.

Oh, I just love Shakespeare!!!!

Orama's girls woes continue...

Yesterday Orama had his 9 year old cousin over for a visit. The two spent the whole day playing XBOX and therefore didn't get a chance to go outside to play.
Orama's "girlfriend" (yes, the last I wrote they'd fallen out and broken up.. Well, they got back together the following day. Lol) came calling for him at one point but he told her he couldn't go out cause he was busy with his cousin. The girl started crying again. I could hear Orama frustrated, trying to explain to her that he only gets to see his cousin once in a while so she should try to understand his reasons for not wanting to go out to play...
Well, this morning she came for him, all red in the face, and demanded he make it up to her for choosing his cousin over her.
It's hilarious, really. And shocking at the same time that an eight year old girl could be so relentlessly bossy and obsessed. Perhaps obsessed is not the word... I don't know.
The world has changed so much since we were small children playing with clay.

Orama Can't make sense of girls...

My seven year old son came home one day with his head down, deep in sadness. I asked him what was wrong, and he confided in me that a girl he had been trying to win just told him off in front of all the other kids.
I assured him not to worry, that all would be well again in the morning. And just like I said to him, all was indeed well the next morning, the sun rose like it always does, and life went on ahead.

Today, this same boy comes to me - yes, again - this time not sad but flustered - very flustered - and tells me he's done trying to make sense of girls. You should have seen the shock in my face! For a few minutes I was numb and unable to find my voice. Questions, and not answers vehemently nagged at me; "How come?"
"Has my seven year old boy just declared he's done trying to understand the fairer sex?"
"What crazy direction is this world taking?"
When I finally found my voice from where it had hidden, I asked him what was up?
This is what he said in verbatim:
"You know this girl that I like, Gabrielle, she told me last week that we no longer friends and won't play with me ever or invite me to her birthday party. But now when I was outside playing with my other friends, she out of the blue starts crying asking why am not playing with her? She goes on and on saying it's not fair on her that I have to play with other boys and girls and not her. And mum, she kept crying and went to tell her dad on me."
What was a mother supposed to say to that?
What advice could she have given a confused seven year old fruit of her loins?
Well, this is what I say to him: "Orama, don't worry. Little girls can be irrational sometimes. It's in their nature. Nothing to work yourself up over, really. But next time you see your Gabrielle, tell her you are still her friend even though you have other friends. It's normal to have other friends besides your best friend."
"Mum, believe me, I tried that. She just kept crying," Orama said.
"Don't worry, she'll come around before you know it and you guys will be back to being best buddies again." I reassured him.
"Well mum, I don't think so!"

Really and truly, I need a Beer.

Fifty Shades of Grey...

I'm done reading Fifty Shades of Grey - the first one written of the trilogy - it is where all the madness begins. I think a million shades of fu**** up is more appropriate a title.
DAMN! I really don't know what to say or think of EL James' fantasies anymore...
I've experienced a myriad of emotions while reading some romantic novels, but Fifty Shades has totally disconcerted my soul.
One minute I'm so needy (carnally) and the next I'm in the bathroom literally feeling sick. I don't know, really...

Christian Grey is a man of substance - True SUBSTANCE! However, I don't think he's the kind of man I'd give my heart freely to. I don't think I'd want him anywhere near my dreams and fantasies either. He's truly fucked up!!! Anastasia Steele seems to have an idea of what she wants. But what she doesn't know is how emotionally and (possibly) mentally screwed she really is (too). Yes, you have to be totally alien - inhuman to even consider the thought of being Christian Grey's submissive!
Jaysus!!! Cuffs, butt plugs, floggers, canes, silver balls... Anal fisting... That's not my ideal idea of pleasure. CERTAINLY not!

Getting ready for Fifty Shades Freed. The title on it's own gives me some small shred of hope...

Fifty Shades Darker

Huuuh! I'm done reading the 'first' of the trilogy of Fifty Shades. For reasons you'd not understand, I started with Fifty Shades Darker - which was written second. I'm like that when it comes to trilogies. I never begin with the first one written. It would be a taboo if I did. One day I'll explain my reasons ;)

So Fifty Shades Darker... Damn.!
I'm a bundle of mixed emotions. Craving loving that only Grey can give a girl. I'm all raw and tender in so many zones of my anatomy...
Just a touch, and a huge explosion will occur. Lol

I'll write a review of the trilogy after I've read the two remaining books.
I'm now reading Fifty Shades of Grey - the first one.

Happy Birthday Tich!

Today is my husband's birthday. He turns as old as grass. Lol.
Well, I wish him love, happiness and all the greatest things the world has on its menu to offer. He's my love, my best friend and my greatest critic.

Through thickness and thinness together we have been...
Through the woods...
So much we've withstood
But firm we've stood.
And there's also been the good
Oh, the greatest love in the hood
It almost tastes like food...
I wouldn't change a thing if I could!

Happy Birthday big guy!!!

Silly Me...

I am a hungry soul.A very very hungry soul.I didn't have anything to eat the whole day today.I had money for lunch but I chose to purchase a trilogy of Fifty Shades instead.I don't regret my stupidity and silliness.I am a hungry, very happy soul!!!And I am not sleeping tonight.Or the next night.I think I'll eat, drink and sleep Fifty Shades.Oh how my soul rejoices...

This puzzle called my life

Today I discovered one more missing piece of my life's brain-bashing puzzle.
Growing up, I always wondered why I was so clumsy? I wondered why I was forever breaking dishes, why things would easily slip out of my fingers???
Well, it turns out I was born left-handed. Yes, I am a southpaw who was trained as a child to use the right hand to keep the term taboo from setting foot on my grandma's doorstep.
Imagine?

The Nkunga's Quartet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk4HEv8229E

Lol. This was a couple weeks ago when myself and this kid I share the same DNA with got drunk out of our already depleted wits and decided to revive our family quartet which passed sadly away more than a decade ago. Well, it didn't work as well as we thought it would. As you can see it was a disaster! Definitely not X factor/Idols material. Lol

Serena Grabs Gold at the Olympics 2012

I'm just after seeing the ladies tennis final at the olympics. My God, what a phenomenal match! Excellent!!!
Maria Sharapova has been shown how great players do it at great events. 6-0, 6-1, just Unbelievable!

Well done Serena!
You finally got that gold medal you despairingly dreamed of. All is now complete!!! My life is complete.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but silence completely puts out the last smoldering embers of love making it colder. That's what the chiming clock has taught me along the way.

Sleep Soundly, Maeve Binchy!

Maeve Binchy, one of the finest Irish authors of all time has passed away at 72 years of age. I'm really disheartened by this sad news! Binchy was one of the first authors whose work gave so much pleasure to my soul. She contributed a great deal in turning me into a book worm I am today.
The literary world has surely lost one of its very best! It's heartbreaking to think that there will never be another great novel or short story from the deceased. But I'm glad that through her previous work, Binchy shall continue to breathe in our hearts.

Happy 5th Birthday TJ!!!

It's my youngest son's birthday today. He is 5 years old. I don't know whether to celebrate or just sit and feel sorry of my poor aging self...
The thing is, I'm not sure why or when exactly it happened, but somewhere along the way time flapped its wings and quickly flew away taking with it my adorable baby, bringing back this strange little man who has his own strange little destructive mind. It's just insane!
Words fail me, so I'm just gonna say; Happy Birthday TJ!

Love

Sometimes love on its own isn't enough to sustain a relationship.
When the person you love so dearly has violated your trust more than once, when they have hurt and made you cry more than twice, or lied to you more than three times, it's time to strangle that relationship and lay it to rest! It's toxic and unhealthy! More of a hazard, really. It will kill you in the end.

Being lonely and horny is a million times better than being in an unhealthy relationship!

The most beautiful girl in the world - Mandisa

Hey...

My darling Graceful, it's been a while! No much has taken place in the past few weeks I've been unavailable. Just a lot of bambinos that have been born... I can't believe the amount of shags a year humans are still having! Reality kicks in hard when you visit maternity wards... It's darn scary!

Serena into Wimbledon semis

About 35 years ago, Venus and Serena Williams were a mere beautiful dream. Richard Willams beautiful dream. Today the dream is very much alive and kicking butt on that beautiful grass court.
Richard Williams certainly wasn't bluffing when he told the world his daughters would dominate the tennis world. And he didn't lie when he said: "The older sister is good, but I think the younger one may be better!"

Orama the Genius - TJ the Pedant

My sons end of year school reports:

Orama:

English - A
Irish - A+
Mathematics - B
Science - A+
Geography - A+
History - A+
Music and Drama - A+
Physical Education - A+
Behavior - C

TJ:

Reading - B
Writing - C
Maths - B
Irish - A
Physical Education - B
Behaviour - A+
Neatness - A+

Why I have so few exes?

There's one thing I never get tired of thanking my parents for: Their gift to me of a sister.
She is the most beautiful being in the universe. She is also my bestest friend. We have our few tiffs now and then just like normal humans do - some of them really serious - but that has never interfered with the strong bond we have. It gets tighter every day.

Last night this lovely sister of mine and I were having one of our lengthy phone conversations we always have that annoy so many creatures of earth. We spoke for hours about our parents, grandparents, we spoke about our stresses while growing up, our highs... And then we spoke about exes. Yes, as in ex boyfriends.
She told me how she and one of her exes would drink all night and sleep all day. She also told me how she broke another ex's nose while on the piss. I told her how my ex and I would walk long distances to nowhere like destitutes...
Now, this is the question my sister asked me while having our talk that prompted me to write this post: "But Hannah, how come your list of exes is that short, how come you got so few of them?"
I didn't know what to say to her then. Truthfully because I didn't know the answer to the question.
But while I lay on my bed later reminiscing about the past, suddenly all was clarified in my head. The reason why I have so few ex boyfriends isn't because I'm such a hard nut to crack, no. It's because I'm one of those few human beings who never get into a relationship minus a spark of love. To people like us love is so serious a business there is no room for experimenting and breaking hearts in the process. I learnt from my first relationship that you can't force yourself to feel what you don't feel. It has to happen involuntarily or else it's all wrong. I didn't get it right in my second relationship either. But at least I'd learnt then not play with people's feelings. I realized early enough that I didn't feel what I was meant to feel so I got out of the relationship in time before causing any irreparable damage to some heart. It was my third relationship that eventually taught me how it really feels like when you finally get it right. There was no mistake there. It was just like hitting an anaconda's eye with an arrow from a thousand miles away. At times I even felt like the relationship was too perfect to be right. But it was just right! I didn't have to make an effort to love. Or sweat profusely to feel. Unfortunately it didn't last. So much unpleasantness may have occurred, so many wrongs, but I will always be thankful the relationship lasted long enough to teach me how it truly feels like to grasp love in your hands and cherish it forever.
I rang my sister this morning to give her the answer. She didn't understand. Just like she always doesn't understand. She called me a freak and other weird names. But I don't mind. She is what she is, and I am what I am. At the end of the day we try and understand each other...

Upset for days!

My Rafa Nadal out in the second round of a Grand Slam?
That's just too hard to bear!

***crying for days!

Weirdness in dreams...

It's the third day of Wimbledon, I don't know if it's the excitement of all the slamming, but my dreams have taken back the weird lane. An extreme weird lane, that I'm starting to doubt my sexuality. Last night was really freaky!

I dreamt I had met Alicia Keys in flesh. Yes, the same Alicia Keys... We were like the best of buddies in the dream. She came to my place for a hangout, and I suggested we go and just chill in the blankets. Just the two of us, doing nothing. She agreed right away and we made our way to my room. Weird, right? Anyway, she was with baby Egypt, and I took him from her and put him to sleep in his Moses basket which was on the bedroom floor just beside my bed. When baby Egypt was asleep, I took off my clothes and joined Alicia on the bed. She was already inside the covers.
The moment I got beside her and covered myself, Alicia started touching me in the most sensual way I've ever been touched by a woman or man. I instantly felt this powerful love shock bolting through my body straight to my soul. I was melting all over like a microwaved chocolate. Though I didn't understand what was happening, I liked it so damn bad and couldn't resist touching Alicia back in the same sensual way. And darn, what my exploring hands discovered during their exploration... You'd never believe it! Alicia Keys actually had a man's weapon... A man's weapon as in a man's 'private part'. Instead of getting a jolt of my life upon the unbelievable discovery, my excitement went up a gear. There was no turning back. I actually teared Alicia's expensive clothes off and could not wait a second longer for the inevitable finish...

Dear, what a crazy dream!
After trying to decipher it for hours this morning, I'm actually wondering whether one of my alter egos is lesbo still afraid to come out of the closet...
Or maybe I am lesbo...

Forget you read this post! Let's move on to Wimbledon!!!!

Wimby 12 Day two

Serena Williams through to the second round. Yay!!! At least the French Open "bad" history didn't repeat itself at Wimby :) That would have been unbearably devastating! As the old saying goes; once bitten, twice shy...

Andy Murray demolished Nikolay Daveydenko in clean straight sets. The Russian seems to have a lot bugging him on top of his badly receding hair-line. Perhaps a toupee would solve his life, and his game.

***Anyhow, the most important news is that Serena survived casualty.

I'm off to my lovely blanket now.
See you tomorrow!

Wimby 12 Day one

The slamming has slammed off in the city of London today. Wimbledon, that's what it's called - the poshiest, not to mention classiest, slam of the year. Every tennis player wants to win Wimby. It's the only slam that carries a lot of distinction with it. A high caliber of some sort.

Here is some of the action that took place at the poshy greens:

Sharapova through in straight sets.
Clijsters through in straight sets.
Djokovic through.
The Feds through.

***Venus Williams; disappointment of the day :(

"Over my Shoulder"

"Looking back, over my shoulder, I can see that look in your eyes, I never dreamt "it" could be over. I never wanted to say goodbye..."

Listening to the sweet sounds of Mike and The Mechanics whilst I wait for sleep to drift me away to that beautiful land of dreams.
What is it about music that soothes even the most bruised of souls?
What is it about a tune that mends the most badly shattered of hearts?
What is it about a song that's so timeless?

Mike and The Mechanics takes me way back to my pre-teen years. When I had my first serious crush and believed he felt the same way about me too. Only to realize later, after I'd made a bafoon of myself, that he was actually in love with my best friend who was older and a zillion times cooler than I was. God was I so bruised!
The track Over my shoulder brings be back to the exact moment when my budding heart was heartlessly minced.

The thing about Music is that it's got a life of it's own different from all other lives on earth. Music has all the senses a human being possesses, plus a pulse that never weakens with time. Music never ages!
Music never dies!
Music is magic!

Getting ready for Wimbledon

I've always said if the the world is to end, then it should at least do so after Wimbledon.
I love this tennis event so much it's impossible to imagine it not being a big fun part of my life.

It's been a while since I scribbled. That's because I haven't been feeling so well lately. Something to do with my heart - it's failing. Or perhaps I should say it's misbehaving. Busy racing at about 120 beats a minute. That's just insane. I might not make it through the year. But I'm not afraid. At least not anymore. I no longer think kicking it is that petrifying. I'm just sad that I'll have to leave my beautiful "seeds" behind. And my beautiful alcohol... And my beautiful man... Anyhow, that is that. Death will eventually knock on each and every one of our doors. There is no escaping it. I just hope it knocks on mine after Wimbledon.

Jah Rastafari!!!

Sandra's Nuptials

What's happening at Roland Garros...

Azarenka had a narrow escape from defeat. A set, and 4 - 0 down in the second, the world female number one still found her way to victory. Yeah, her name says it all: VICTORIA!
Andy Roddick did not have the same luck, though.
Serena Williams on court this evening, playing Virginia Razzano of France. Surely a tricky opponent for first round. The Americano should have her game cleverly planned.

Good Luck Orama!

My seven year old son is having his piano exam tomorrow. I'm the one who is having a runny stomach with nerves...

When the sun shines...

The beach is the only place to be...

The Francais Open 2012

Finally, my favourite time of the year; The French Open tennis Grand Slam! Not exactly my most adorable slam, but a slam is still a slam, regardless...

Should Malawi legalize Homosexuality?

Yes! Because whether we like it or not, whether legal or illegal, homosexuality is here to stay. If it isn't legalized, people will just continue practicing it stealthily, behind closed closets, like they've always done before.
Do I condone homosexuality?
No! I think it's revolting...gross...nauseating... Whatever ugly adjective you may want to call it. However, having said what I've just said, I don't condemn the practice either.
I figured, if it doesn't affect my life and those of the people I love in any way, why should I make noise about it?
If homosexuality is a sin, then let the one who created the people practicing it be the judge. After all, we all going to be judged individually according to the choices we made here on earth.

So Chelsea has won the league. Bayern Munich didn't produce a goal in the first half. And no blood was shed... What does all this tell us about TB Joshua and his prophesies? F. A. K. E!

CHELSEA: Europe 2012 Champions!

After a grueling penalty shootout, Chelsea went against all odds to grab the most sought after European Championship! Yay!!!

Who rocks the locks Better?

It's been two years since I ditched the itchy weaves in favor of rasta locks. I must tell you, I'm loving the freedom this new hairdo brings with it!
No more pain, no more looking artificial and no more itchiness from hell.
But most importantly, I just love being a rasta. Apart from all the aforementioned advantages, Rastafari lifestyle comes with zero fussness. The only downside is that you can't drink any alcoholic liquids when you take the vow :) But otherwise, I don't miss my old life. Not at all. The mini skirts, the high heels, the makeup; all slavery. All vanity!

So, we are a family of Rastas in our house. From daddy, to the youngest son. That shows you how much we hate combs. But who rocks the locks better? I think I do. Lol