My Rafa Nadal out in the second round of a Grand Slam?
That's just too hard to bear!
***crying for days!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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!!!!
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!!!!
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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!
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!
Monday, June 25, 2012
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 :(
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 :(
Thursday, June 21, 2012
"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!
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!
Monday, June 18, 2012
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!!!
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!!!
Saturday, June 2, 2012
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