More Vampires

So it seems there is a vampire at every corner these days, and it's not just your average vampire it's your typical teenage let's fall in love with the human girl vampire. When the Twilight Saga sauntered into my life couple of months ago it brought with an obsession that has me ashamed of myself. Yes you readers know about my Edward Diaries and my open love affair with 17year old apparent hottie. So when I put down Breaking Dawn and the withdrawal set in, I discovered another vampire series that was written waaay before Edward and Bella knew that it was okay to jump around in trees saying ridiculous things like "spider-monkey". I discovered the Vampire Diaries, and equally addictive tale about vampires or in this one vampire who wants to be normal and his brother who doesn't. There is a girl involved and she has friends and an ex who is actually too good to be true. It is a really nice story and more mature than Twilight no offence to them twihards. I have read five out of the total seven books, the last are yet to be released. After reading Nightfall, the latest in the Vamp Diaries series, which jumps in terms of time - I found out thanks to our friends at E! that there's a television series adapting the books. So I waited. 

While waiting I discovered the Sookie Stackhouse books (Southern Vampire Mysteries) which True Blood is based on all the vampires are coming to screen. Again another small town vampire in love with a human girl, expect with Sookie her story is a bit more adult if you've seen True Blood you know what I mean.

Today I began watching the Vampire Diaries after a long and impatient wait, Stefan did not disappoint, Paul Wesley is a hottie and half a worthy Stefan Salvatore. I wouldn't mind procreating with him, truly I would not. The series doesn’t have the same pull as the books do but seriously what adaptation does anyway? Twilight was atrocious as a movie once you got past Rob/Edward swoon and actually watched the movie. What was interesting with Vampire Dairies was that Damon the "I am a badass vampire and I am going to kill you" reads Twilight in the like the 4th episode and talks about how it's fictitious and Edward is whipped. What fun vampire intertextuality is.

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Lazy Day

I woke this morning to the tiny voice of the baby that informs me when I have a text message. It was my Dad informing that he has purchased me a dress from some shop in Houston. Great another dress, well actually the one he bought me from the UK is not bad, in fact every time I wear I am a little more popular than usual. However the Ethiopian frock though beautiful, isn't really something I want a repeat of. I do love it though, it was isn't a complete me that's all. Anyhoo back to the laziness of today, C is home for the weekend so I took her to lunch at the Bean Scene and then we proceeded to spend the rest of the day getting lost the these days few pleasures of the S centre. We rented a few DVDs bought some and had a all round fun day... However now this phrase is stuck in my head:

"on fait tourner autour de ma tête à droite quand vous descendez"

Hope y'all had a good day...

Letter from A Student

Dear Miss.

Good day, I hope that all is WELL!!!! You are about to mark my paper, please be kind to me because I have been going through somethings and did not have time to study. My boyfriend broke up with me because he met another girl which is causing me terrible pain so I didn't study too well. I know you are kind Miss and you are a woman too so you understand what I am going through. Also if you are angry please take sometime out to calm down and mark my paper later. If it is ok with can I come and talk to you after the paper? I need someone to talk to. 


Thank you. 


*This is should perhaps bother me that a student is blatantly telling me that they have not studied for an exam I assured them would be hard. Instead I am just assumed by it all. By the way this was in beginning of their answer sheet. So before they started writing this letter was written. 

Funny

The Weekend that was

My weekend began awesomely as was expected. Aunt C and I spent Friday afternoon sneaky about with the finishing touches of D's (my bff) surprise unbirthday party. The evening was a blast, D was truly surprised, so yay for secret keeping abilities!!! Old friends were there and at one point it felt like a Nux reunion, we partied like it was 1999, though truth be told I am not sure what that means, but my feet were still hurting on Sunday because of all the hectic high heeled dancing! The party eventually came to a close at about 1:30am, at which point the Q decided to use the left over balloons and the ribbons and an aliceband. Thoughts of running away with some D's presents skipped through our minds but we thought better of it (hahaha sorry hon, but it was wrapped so enticingly, it wanted us to take it). I would share some pictures with you guys but I made the silly mistake of allowing E to be in charge of the camera and needless to say the pictures are horrid. We are hoping J has some good pictures. And that was Friday!

Saturday began also quite nicely, I had breakfast with D, T and E and we all reminisced on old times and the night that was. I had a slight misunderstanding with some peppercorns and a pool of tomato sauce. After breakfast I thought I catch up on my sleep but that just wasn’t in the cards, spent four hours chatting with uncle U about random academic stuff and how excited I am about doing a PHD (what a little freak I am!). Then I decided to do a bit of walksy down checkers way to get some airtime, yeah? Well bad idea, I almost got mugged ( robbed) at knife point which pissed me off royally, it took the cops three hours to come after I called them which was uber fun because if I was being attacked in my home I could have been filleted before they made it, good to know.

Sunday was a lazy day, I kept drifting in and out of consciousness, I am not going to lie, I was not keen to leave the house the whole day because of the events of Saturday and it brought up memories and nightmares of actually being mugged about five/four years ago at gun point when I was in second year. Needless to say I am getting a taser and a pepper gun, it's on!

So that was my weekend, how was yours?

Can I get a whoop whoop

It's Friday y'all!! Can I get a whoop whoop?? So this week has just kinda ran by faster than the roadrunner which is goood! I am super excited to watch this week come an end, it's not that it was bad week, in fact I was determined to have a the best week ever no matter what!! Sometimes it was difficult because work made thing a little harder than needed but like a true fighter ( I like to think so) I solider on! I have made some amazing connections this week which I am so glad to be taking into the future with me, I also have a super special surprise for you guys but I can really say much about it until I have the okay and final details and such but ooooooh uuuueeeey I am excited!

So it is the weekend, which means MY BROTHER IS HERE!!! Can you tell I am happy about this?? I have not seen him in like two or so months! He rocks like rocking rock slide he does. Today will be busy because I have all the last minute supp exam things to sort out but I am so happy I don't even care that my office will be entertaining students till 4! So I hope y'all have a gloriously blessed day!!!

Not just another love affair

I love poetry anyone that knows me know this, in fact anyone that knows me is kinda irritated by this. They much rather my love affair with poetry remain a dirty little secret like most affairs. It's not that they are non-poetic or rather poetry interested beings. I am just so desperately in love and obsessed with poetry that I can become exhausting for normal people to deal with, actually I can become exhausting for anyone to deal with.

About a year ago, the words disappeared and my lover, poetry abandoned me. I don't understand why this happened but from what I can gather, I perhaps became too confident in the relationship and the words were fickle so they left. I know it’s odd to speak about it that way, but I truly feel like it was this other entity not just an art form but something real in every way that counts. I can never truly call myself a poet, or perhaps I shouldn't because the words come to me when they want to and all I have to do is write them down. In effect I am actually just a scribe repeating what has been whispered to me in dreams and quiet moments. When the words left, I tried to find them, force them to come back but like all things of mystery they left me desolate and disappointed. However, a few days ago, thanks to this lady, I discovered The Poetry Project and to my most pleasant surprise, the words came back. They drifted back into my life like they had never left and like old lovers our courtship began again with ease and I am as happy as can be. So I leave you with some words from Letters to a Young Poet:

Believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.

So you know

I recently received some emails from readers who thought that I might be considering taking a walk on a ledge or the edge of a cliff or something like that because of my "Please come back to me" post. I just want to reassure all of you that I am not in anyway depressed and I could never be sad enough to do anything like that, I am far too much of a coward actually not to mention it goes against the person I am and it would a really selfish thing for me to do. So rest easy because the funny thing is I am actually having one of the best weeks ever! I am unapologetically happy and so so in love with life it ought to be illegal! So hope y'all have a great and super fantastically blessed day and rest of week!

Believe

The sorrow consumes me
I give myself willingly to it
I have no strength to fight
It has all the power now.

They say I should fight it,
The voices in my head
They tell me it will be okay
But they can’t feel it,
They don’t understand the hurt.

I stand in the rain, hoping it
Will wash away the pain
But all it does is intensify it.
It’s getting stronger.

I am weak, numb and cold.
It is dark here, I can’t feel or
See anything.
The voice are so faint, they can’t
Help me anymore more.

It’s over, my last hope is gone.
Then I hear it,
“Take my hand,” He says.
I am not strong enough.
“Trust me,” His voice echoes all around.
I am too weak.
“Just believe,”
I see the light, I feel warmth.
I give myself to Him.

Please come back to me

Dearest,

I dreamt of you again last night, the dream where you hold my hand. We sat together in what looked like a meadow. I tried to stay as long as she would let me but soon I was awake. I blocked out the light, shut my eyes tight so I could find you again. I stood in the distance watching you dance at the edge of my subconscious, you called to me. I reached for you but the farther I stretched the quicker you disappeared. Every time I see a picture of you, I feel a fresh stab of pain and the emptiness grows stronger. I am hollow Dearest, I am falling into the abyss and you are not there to catch me. I can barely breathe sometimes. I search for you in the faces of others, in every corner I hope to find you, with every car that hoots I hope against all hope that it is you waiting for me. Dearest please come back to me.
The dreams are getting shorter and fading almost instantly, like the pages of a worn out book every time I turn there is less to see and then eventually there's nothing left.
Dearest come to me, wait for me on the edge. I am standing still with my eyes closed, come to me. I need you Dearest, please come back to me. My heart holds you in every beat and with each breath I crumble without you. In every tear drop there you are.
Dearest come back to me.

Yours always,

The holy man guru

I just started listening to Wayne Jacobsen from Life Stream Ministries; G introduced us to it at cell last night. I have only listened to about three hours or so of it there's about eight, there are a few things that Wayne touches on that really stand out to me. One of them I think I discussed a few years in the religious post, which kind spiraled. In the second hour of the discussions Wayne talks about how religion belittles Thomas by referring to him as doubting Thomas, because he asked difficult questions. Religious people don't like people asking questions he says, which is something that has always bothered me because why pretend you get when you don't. Yes we get love your enemy don't be vengeful and all that jazz but has anyone asked the crucial question how can I love someone who hates me or worse might want to do very bad things to me? What is really wrong with asking questions about things that just don't make sense to you?

What actually really struck me the most was our perception of God and how we view him as the two very different people. The loving father and vengeful punisher, an idea that lets us exist in this schizophrenic relationship where we are always afraid of being struck down by lighten when we don't behave accordingly. Our warped view of God then has us seeing Jesus as our friend and God as someone to fear and always cower at the very mention. We live a constructed society where we try to use religion to get closer to God but the effort in itself detracts us from a genuine relationship with God. It's not only the people that pray in Jesus are heard anyone who calls out to God is heard.

I am really enjoying listening to the discussions it's just such a fresh perceptive that allows simplicity and doesn't create complication about faith.

People, people people

Nothing really worked the way it ought to and I should know this true, however knowing this doesn't really make much of a difference when it comes down you and that moment. I love people I think they are great but for the googling love of rice cakes why this frogging earth do they love to disappoint? Can someone answer that question for me? Seriously how hard is it to reply text or to make 30 seconds phone call? I am rambling I know, let's just say the last 16 hours has not been very kind to me. Even though the weather has changed, it lovely coldish weather brought with it the rain I have not compatible shoes, which I discover after raiding my shoe collections, which is annoying. I also spent all of my morning waiting for Courier people to arrive who still haven't arrived which is putting stopper in my day. The friggin' it pissing me off which probably the biggest source of my annoyance but whatever!

Now that that little rant is over... I have officially leather bound my Masters thesis so yay for me.. here it is. I feel all accomplished and stuff.

Hope you'all are having a better day than me.

My Weekend

Based on my previous post you can tell I was very excited about the prospects of the weekend. Who wouldn't be, no? Time to chill and take a load off, veg on the couch get some work done catch up on TV shows you've missed, you know the little things. The weekend is a great time for a great many things, just not a heat wave.

FRIDAY - It was fairly decent, I got to sleep in as I didn't need to be at work, though sleeping in meant I was up by 7 instead of 6, the heat is not conducive to sleeping in. I braved wearing the mini dress simply because I felt I would combust if I had anymore clothing on me. It was a pretty relaxed day, I spent a good part of it with Yoko, we went the mall, I did some DVD shopping and some book browsing. We had coffee and giant cheese cakes at the Olive Tree, a fabulous little coffee shop, we talked and laughed. Later I visited C at school with a Micky Ds goodie bag, which is to be her last, from now on it healthy stuff. Friday aside from the heat proved a success, I even talked to D on the phone for a bit and I made chicken á la king.

SATURDAY - The heat woke me up, which was not on. H was still sleeping when I woke up but surely the heat got her too. I made crumpets for H, L and myself, which was so much fun, I love making crumpets so much better than pancakes. L and I spent most of the morning watching some random Nollywood movie that got on my nerves, the heat didn't help. We all went to L's party in the evening after I made peanut butter cookies [it seems cookies are the currency of myself and these lovely chicas lately ;)]. The party was fine, I just ran into some people I rather not be in the same company with but it was much fun, and so concluded Saturday.

SUNDAY - The heat woke me up again. I spent most of the day in PJs because they were much easier to deal with, I made more cookies and spent a good deal of time looking up recipes on the Internet ( am i turning into Martha Stewart?)... H eventually asked me if anything was wrong because I am baking so much and Yoko dubbed me a domestic goddess, I am not sure how Nigella would feel about that. I did tons of laundry, which was long overdue I was beginning to run out of clean clothes. The "Pavlove" was around and that was interesting as always, my Dad left for our three country trip last night that obviously I am not on, which kinda makes the word "our" not workable. All in all Sunday was a dreaded day because the heat and I just don’t mix.

And today is hot again! How was your weekend?

It's Thursday baby!

I began this week when I opened my eyes what seemed like a few minutes ago and dreaded the Monday blues and now I am fully awake and it's Thursday and hopefully in another blink of an eye it shall be Friday! You can tell that I am very excited at the speed with which this week has taken off! It has been succesfullish, I have managed to complete a project and I am busy sorting out supplementary timetables which one of my courses was annoyingly omitted from. Yes, because I have the time to run around chasing a paper trail that gets cold every third person. Aside from that minor mishap the last four days have been fantastic! true story.

Yesterday, the "it", I haven't really told you about the "it" have I? - I work (sort of ) with the "it" who is sometimes the bane of my existence but on other days can make it all kinda bearable! Like telling me I can like look good in a skinny jean pant (whatever!)! and stuff like that. Any-crackers, the "it" came to see me in my office yesterday and brought with "itness" fun conversation and white chocolate. ( Dear "It" what are you playing at?) dealing with the "it" could require some covert experience and maybe a professional or two.

Back to the greatness of Thursday, I am having dinner with Serg, D and hopefully the Q and I think I shall give T a call to see if he is keen. It will be so much fun for all us ex-Nuxites to get together again and have a crunking time! Oh did I mention it's Thursday baby! one more day and it's le weekend!

Whities - white chocolate brownies

Invictus

Baking fever

So these two chicas decided to make dino cookies and tweet the pics which got me all cookie crazy so I decided to make my very own cookies ( not dino) with the same recipe, which this chica was kind enough to blog. They taste great! However now I want to make white chocolate brownies as well.

Hello November

So it is November, you know what that means? Christmas!!! Yes capitalism dictates that you have only one month 28 odd days to get your shopping sorted. Was it last year or two years ago that we witnessed the coke crisis? So people are already stocking up on their gassy refreshments for the festive season. Not to mention the greasy goodies and deep fried chocolatey ones that will have you back at the gym as soon the festives are over. In fact if you've only just started your holiday season shopping you are in fact lagging behind. Presents have already been wrapped by some and lists have already been posted on all platforms available.


However, I am happy it's November for a completely different reason, November means 60 odd days till this horror of a year comes to an end. I am quite ready to bid my goodbyes to '09 because lets face it hasn't been very kind. November also brings with it plenty of deadlines for the end of year rush and tiding up, which means it shall be super busy and fly by in an instant I hope!

The PhD thing is still kicking my behind because I have waaay too many ideas and I can't seem to settle one, which is bad because I have a meeting with the head of school tomorrow to discuss my supposed brilliance and that's just not working. On the bright side a project I have been working for 3 months now is almost complete and I am very excited about it.

So here is to a good and quick month!