Life

The one thing I've learnt about myself in the past few weeks is that I'm a sad, sad fucker. Hahahahaha. I promised myself to stick to my resolution. Look at me now...hahahahahaha... I don't know whether I'm coming or going, happy or sad. Yes, I know I said I was sad. But you know what I mean...

I just know I'm confused. But okay about it. I'm not trying to get to another resolution. Let life take over. I'm done trying to figure it out.

Salaam

Hands on

My back has been killing me for the past few days. It feel like it's on fire. I'm now in desperate need for a massage. A few days ago, I planned to go to Lanna as a reward for great work done. On my way there, I took a detour - ended up in Sandton, spending money I don't have. And then watching a movie with big names and no oomph. Yup, Contagion. Lame.
If I'd gone to Lanna, I wouldn't be blogging about my bad back. So, tomorrow is it. I'm going, even if it kills me. Nope. Other than my back, I'm not telling. Somethings should be left to swirl in ones' mind before being posted for the world to see.

#NowPlaying Drake - Take Care. And I'm not disappointed.

Music

I feel better today. Not that you asked. Am at 5 out of 10. Thanks to the music I've been listening to today. Woke up to a track by Phil Collins called Why can't it wait until morning. Remember him? It's a mellow song about love. Adult love. I sang along and then realised that it was going to fuck my day up.

So, I quickly flipped to ex-Mrs Brown; Whitney Houston.
Man, she took me through memory lane with the quickness. I remembered lots of things, people, places and events. Some happy others sad. RIP Gabi Nkosi. Now, don't get me wrong, Whitney Houston pre-crack was cheesy. But boy did we all sing to her hits. They were easy, sing-alongs. So, this morning, I sang. Out loud. And this lifted my spirits. Thanks Whitney. Fuck you, Bobby Brown.


Yesterday I woke up and fell asleep to a lady with a gorgeous voice. An angel that goes by the name Melody. How apt.

Melody Gardot. I don't even know where to start. This is just too beautiful for words. She sorta reminds me of  when I heard Diana Krall for the first time... But maybe a younger Diana. Okay, they are pretty much the same age (I think!), but Diana's voice is bigger, older... bolder.
So, if you have a moment, Google Melody Gardot, Youtube her or better yet, go to a music shop and buy her albums.  Thanks to my sister for hipping me to her groove many moons ago.

Click, sit back and enjoy.

S.

Fuck you 2011!

So, I haven't blogged for a minute, but that's coz  I haven't had anything nice to say. My life came crashing all over me. Well, my non-existant love life, that is. I thought I could do the single man thing, and for a while I enjoyed it. Then quickly learned that single women are looney. Straight up and down like 6 o'clock Looney Tunes! They are not single for nothing. These women will cut you up, man!

I don't know where to start. I could start with my fuck buddy who was cool with 'the act' until she fell for me and then changed the rules of the game on me. On me! And then wondered why I ended the arrangement. Or I could tell you about my ex-girl. A girl I loved with all my heart for close to 2 years, who then became a 'friend' and then stranger, in a matter of weeks. Well, this one saddens me as I thought we were of the same mind, for real.

Then my mom got sick. One Monday I'm preparing to go to work, I get a BBM from my lil'sis telling me to come home. Nothing freaks one out like that call. I showered and made my way to the airport. Long story, short. My mom is now fine. I guess it's old age and the stresses I've put on her this year. She'll be fine. I hope so.

There's more, so when I look back, I see that 2011 hasn't been good to me. Not one bit! 2010 wasn't that great either, but at least South Africa hosted the Soccer World Cup, so for a while there were distractions.

All I ever cared for this year, I lost.

So, yeah, nothing to see here... nothing to celebrate... keep moving...