Lazy joy

Hello world.

01.14 am.

Alas it seems even night-time lovers such as myself can and do need sleep. That sucks major eggs.

What is it about procrastination that is so enjoyable?

Scrap that (for now). Who the monkeys came up with the word procrastination? That is one hell of a mouthful of english. I mean they could have just stopped at the Pro bit but noooooo they had to go and add a whole bunch of stuff to it.

One of the benefits of being bi-lingual is to see the differences in languages and the way that a language says a whole lot about the culture in its entirety.

In my native african tongue, words like procrastination simply do not exist. There is simply no need for such a word and as such the word simply was not created. Of course there are lazy people in my part of the country and there are people who do er..procrastinate but in my language we'd just say that they put things off a lot or that they are lazy etc. Weird huh?

Anyways back to my point. It is such a joyous thing - albeit temporarily - to put things off for another time. Plates need washing? do it later says the voice in your head. Clothes need washing? do it later says the voice again. Each time a part of you rejoices in the 5/10 mins that have been saved for other more important stuff like er...doing nothing. Still life's all about simple pleasures eh.

I have been procrastinating with regards a task that has to be done. I have successfully put it off for a few days now however i must do it as one of the possible downsides of not ever doing this task is jailtime. The joys of trying to run your own business.

As the company is still in its fledgling stage, i have no minions to accomplish this task for their overlord - me.

Still, in time i shall achieve the status of overlord and will have amassed countless minions by then. When i do, i shall launch a spectacular yet cunning plan to take over the world....Mwa-hahahahahah Mwa-hahahahaha.

I'll stop now.

Must file papers with companies House tomorrow - sadly without the aid of minions.

Man+Woman

02.01 am.

Peace & Love.

I have realised just recently that there is no other girl i know that i'd pick over my girlfriend.

No that doesnt quite describe it.

What i am trying to say is that basically i haven't met one girl whom i can say honestly matches or surpasses my girlfriends primary or secondary strengths. Secondary ones perhaps they may have a chance with.

The primary ones will definitely be a major bloody problem.

One especially.

Her independence.

Her fucking independence.

It is commonplace to hear women talking of how "strong, confident, centred,capable, independent, insert other self affirming words here" they are but the proof as they say is in the pudding.

Shitloads of girls i know and the media in general show most of this talk to be just that. Fucking talk. This is something humans are very good at doing, talking the talk. However, cometh the hour and people tend to run faster than the flash himself. In this case, girls/women talk the talk but do not walk the walk.

It is foolish that some girls insist on being treated equally but then stick to some supposedly "old fashioned" rules cos they benefit from it.

Common ones include:

Guy opening the doors for a girl.

Guy pulling out the chair for a woman to sit down (I've never understood this one meself).

Guy paying for most evenings out (when both parties have reasonable paying jobs).

Girl refusing to ask a guy out cos "a guy should ask me out".

Girl looking severely disinterested when there's manual work to be done.

Girl not proposing to Guy even though she's dying to marry said dude (waiting for him to ask instead cos "a man should be the one to pop the question").

There a few more things on the list but i cant be arsed to go into them all.

In the old days men paid cos women weren't allowed to work and hence had no money ergo they couldnt pay for stuff. Now women can and do work and as such the old rule is now irrelevant. To have a job and leave all the paying of stuff to the dude while spending money on oneself is selfish beyond reason. You have money, use it in a none selfish capacity.

Asking someone out is daunting. Most guys know this and have been shot down on more than one occassion, however we dust ourselves off and keep moving. Its scary to approach a stranger but it shows a lot of guts and saves you wondering what would have happened if you didnt ask.

As for the whole opening of doors, lifting bags etc.

Men are physically stronger than women contrary to what some stupid people say. This does not mean however that the dude is a walking crane and should be expected to lift/move/carry all things that stand in the path of the lady in question.

Besides if you like your boyfriend/husband - which you kind of should do if you are with them - why not open the doors for him. Kindness is much better when it flows both ways.

As for the dudes that insist on paying cos it shows that they can take care of the girl, make them feel like a man and will make her feel special. Well that's cack too.

The only thing you need to make you feel like a man is if you were born as one. Everything else, cars, houses, bling etc is bull****. The dude that uses such things to identify his masculinity is trying measure someones height in litres. Dude you are using the wrong scale.

Its easy to buy stuff for someone as a way of prooving that you can take care of them and to make them feel special. More difficult is to clean up the person's vomit, hold their hand when they are feeling really sick, comforting them when bad shit happens, hugging them, cuddling them, Listening to them and giving a shit about what they have to say.

Encouraging your girl to truly be herself. Appreciating her childish side, accepting her for who she is imperfections and all, finding her attractive and still wanting to shag her senseless despite her not having a perfect body.

That's taking care of someone and making them feel special.

Not buying them a meal and a necklace each time.

Thing is both parties have to blame for this mess. Men and women.

Take responsibility and help fix this mess. Who knows, we might even all have happier relationships for it (strange thought i know).

Big heart

Hello world.

01.53 am.


It's been a while. 2 months and a few days to be exact.

No particular reason for not blogging. Principally i couldn't be bothered. Had lots of stuff to say but just haven't had the urge or the compulsion to come forth and say it.

Just had a strange thought that there is a most slight chance that a child of mine - if i am that lucky - may read soe of this in the future.


I just saw a video that i haven't seen in a very long time. Its for a house track "another chance" by Roger Sanchez. It is truly an arse kicking butt whooping piece of music. Even better that the track is the video which i just saw again on youtube minutes ago.
A link if you are interested: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUzKbKQa3ZI

The story in the video can be sad or inspirational. When it first came out, i thought the video was inspirational. Watching it again after all this time, i have to say it is still inspirational.
Back then, it was one of the reasons i really really wanted to go to New York. Watching it now has got me thinking about going to New York.

The best part of the video for me is the guy meeting the girl in some random street.

Guy: Hello
Girl: Hello

Guy: You need help?
Girl: Who doesnt?

Guy: Is that your heart?
Girl: Yeah

Guy: Its Big.
Girl: Its small now.

Guy: Small??
Girl: It was bigger before.

Guy: Scary
Girl: Yeah thats my problem

Guy: Do you wanna get a cup of coffee?
Girl: Yeah??

Guy: Yeah
Girl: Now??

Guy: Yeah, Now.
Girl: O-okay
Guy: Okay

I really really loved that part of the video and i still do. Its innocent, sweet, pure, hopeful and shows a good side of the humans. The spontaneity of two strangers just meeting and just going off for a coffee and having a good time is encouraging to us all. Unfortunately people just dont do that sort of stuff especially not in cities like London & New York.


I did recently.


A few days ago, i was on the bus home and sat where i normally wouldnt. A few stops after i got on, a girl got on the bus and sat next to me. Seconds after she sat down, i checked my phone for reasons i dont remember. A second or two after i did that, she asked me the time. I told her. She said thanks.
After she said that, i noticed her perfume. It reminded me of something, i'm not even sure what. I thought about asking her or keeping silent. I asked her about it. She was quite sweet, really sweet. She smiled, pulled her hair across her nose and smelt it, then she sniffed her wrists. I'm guessing she was trying to decide which scent it was that had got my attention. She told me it was a perfume by Dior and said the name. I really dont know the name, its a french name and i forgot it pretty much immediately but what struck me was the way she said the name of the perfume. I could tell she was French. I asked her if she was and she said "oui" with a smile.
What is with the french and their language and the way they speak it. Its simply gorgeous, it really is.

We had a brief conversation till she got off the bus a few minutes later. She said she had been living in london for a few years and it was okay but expensive (i concur). She had completed her masters just the day before and was stressed about finding a job in her chosen industry. Towards the end of the conversation she asked me how old i was, i told her. I asked her how old she was, she said 27. She said that we were at the age where one decides what it is one wishes to do in life. I agreed. She then left but not before wishing me a nice day.
I dont even know her name, she doesnt know my name. We didnt ask each others names.

Its very odd how you notice more things about strangers when you start to talk to them. She had a really nice face. It wasn't hollywood pretty which is a good thing but more individual pretty. Added to which she has a really nice smile and just seemed sweet. Of course i dont know what she's really like however the fact that she chose to have a conversation with a total stranger on a bus says she has a big heart. I hope she doesnt get too stressed out about finding a job. I hope she finds a job in her field and everything turns out ok.

I dont know if i'll ever see her again. I'd like to. Maybe we can get to find out more about each other, even our names.

If we dont then i hope like the girl in the roger sanchez video, she tries to maintain her big heart.

In talking to her, i missed my stop and stayed on to carry on the conversation. It took me about an extra 20-30 mins to get home. But is was worth it and then some.

She was cool.