If I ever get the words to say I love you

I am not the sappy type, not at all but this song really makes me happy...

When it gets hard, make it simple

Albert Einstein believed that simplicity was a mark of true intelligence. The solutions to our problems are usually the simplest ones. But being simple is not achieved so easily. And human beings are complex creatures inside out. But look at how the human body is a fete in complex simplicity. Its amazing the way God created our bodies to work and everything in nature for that matter. Lao Tzu said something along the lines that nothing in nature is hurried yet everything is accomplished. So why do I stress over the littlest things?

Cause I don't wanna get over you

It has been a while since I posted anything, and something nags at the back of my head that I should not say that it was because I had so much stuff-read emotional baggage-to deal with. Its not reason enough though, nothing is reason enough because commitments are made to be kept and all that jazz, blah blah blah.

Though most times these days it feels wrong to admit that you do get sad, for no particular reason some times, I have to say that sweet sorrow is a part of me that I do not want to let go and yes, I can't. Its the way I get on most days so I have had to accept that though I may say I am happier than I have ever been(since I was a kid really) in my life, I do get that shadow creeping over me and am tired of apologizing for it.I do not fight it any more or blame myself for it. I just let it be and accept it is a part of being human, really human.

Many people find The National a somewhat depressing band, but they actually make me smile:

Fear and Loathing in the Rat Race

Does the title of my post even make sense? Anyway I am currently enthralled with researching all I can about Hunter S.Thompson's classic. Should actually read the book.

Check out this video from the Fugees:

Hey Soul Sister...and all that jazz

The Warblers are any virile teenage gay guy's fantasy...like Kurt's, but is Kurt really 'virile' on the show?-That's a story for another day( and virile is such a gross sounding word anyway,like sterile) He is adorable though. Am in love with the Warblers too especially Mr.Center Stage himself-Blaine-sigh....

And here's something to make all those frustrated Mommy and Daddy's out there smile:

You really aren't as crazy as you think

Am in such a good mood today, I love these kind of days. When everything just clicks. When you see that your hard work really is paying off and you really ain't so bad after all. In fact you are amazing.

I really do not get why people do not love this Imani Coppola song, its awesome and was on Daria.


Anyhoo found this link on dating good guys and found it so appropriate for me and all my girrrrlfriends...http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/on-dating-good-guys/

Here's a Vivian Green song that is very contradictory to the self love I have stated above but which I adore anyway...

Totally into the 90s

I grew up in the  nineties and man those were the days for feel good music. Easy music. Not that serious, laid back music. Music you could actually laugh and dance to. Music that had a real message, okay not all of the music though. I loved the whole empowerment thing that black girl groups had going on back then...the likes of Cece Peniston and Salt n Pepa.Memories....

Here is a song with a fine man, who dated Halle Berry and apparently hit her-I do not know how true that is- but he looked good AND could actually belt out some tunes...

'La vie boheme'

Just recently got into the whole Rent vibe....I think La Vie Boheme is my favourite song...its got so much...'stuff' in it. Pity some people find it over the top...but hey...

And then, wouldn't it be a wonderful world if a few people spent their daily lives giving others hugs like it was their day job? How many people would not turn away?And its even cooler when a 'deep' band like DMB, sing something simple about love(and not romantic love)...

Mirror in the sky, what is love?

'Well am getting older too, so take this love and take it down, and if you climb a mountain...' These are a few words from Stevie Nick's song Landslide and obviously it's my most favorite song of hers.

To make it better, there was even a side of sapphic love brought to it on an episode of Glee, when Santana aka Satan sang it to Brittany. So sweet. And for once gay love was portrayed in a more complicated way, not just in terms of sex...

To me this song is about finally growing up and letting someone in, letting someone really and truly love me. No holds barred. I do think am at that point in my life and this time I hope for real because I have felt that way so many times before only to regret it...

And in the literal sense I am getting older...its my birthday...

I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

The above title is from a line in that Lady Gaga and Beyonce song, sounding even better on Glee....so good.

There are some black girls in Kenya going around praising the wonders of all natural hair. Is it racist to call black hair woolly? Maybe nappy hair or kinky hair or just plain ol' hard hair sounds better than that...

I simply do not get the hype.

Throughout my early childhood, till around age 10, I had this 'wonderful' natural hair and it was my worst nightmare. There was nothing that could ease the pain of trying to straighten Afro hair that had just been washed. It was more painful than the tooth extractions my Dad forced on me. Every weekend was a trip to the dreaded family salon, where they could only subdue me by  making sure I had cried enough to fall asleep. My mother gave up on mine and my sister's hair as well. She kept a scissors handy whenever she shampooed our hair, but Dad would have none of his daughters' crowning glory taken away.

But  Mom soon discovered the wonders of straightening, first with curling relaxers and then later straightening relaxers. To me it was a miracle. No more torturous washes and traumatic blow dries-of which am still afraid of to this day. I know its all about being proud of my heritage, but just as some women choose to go all natural, I choose to do my perm. So please don't tell me stuff about disowning my true black self and instead educate me on how I can maintain my 'authentic' look without going through the pain I endured in my childhood. Let's not get into politics and professionalism, let's just go into what is maintainable in the real world.

Just how white am I?

This is a question that I am honestly very tired of. I am a black twenty something year old female who hates being put in boxes. Boxes that say, am too white, too elite, too suburban, too geeky(this label I really do not mind). You cannot be too much of anything. I unfortunately love most, if not all, spheres of life in this world, ask my friends. I have more than once made the detrimental mistake of caring for people who were anything and everything. By this I mean, I take a liking too easily for people, like Meredith from Grey's Anatomy. And the irony is once I find out they are all too human, I do not forget, just like Grey. So it kind of explains why my tastes vary so widely and why am not that faithful to one in particular.

Pinocchio may be somewhat inappropriate

I really wonder, was that Pinocchio story really in essence, a dirty children's fairytale?I mean that little wooden boy seems a euphemism for many not so chaste things. Especially the way he is portrayed in Shrek,long nose and all.Just saying....

Here's a very positive Boyz to Men song the type of which we should be hearing more of these days:

The Lost Boys

Who were the original Lost Boys? Were they those characters from Peter Pan? That is one of my favorite childhood stories by the way. A story of never wanting to grow up. But for me that wasn't the charm-never growing up that is-it was kids making a world for themselves that adults could not penetrate. Adults could not destroy their self belief, self worth and all manner of their fantasies in Neverland.

Men and women should never grow up in that sense- they should never stop believing in their invincibility. But they should know they have to stop throwing tantrums and the like. That it just shows a lack. A lack of confidence, a lack of foresight, a lack of 20-20 vision like that song, that I can't quite remember, goes.

But so many young people I come across these days seem to believe that the world is theirs to be ungrateful at. That it is their right to spit back at life. They have no respect for anything, least of all themselves. Makes me wonder, when and how did the majority of my generation stop getting it, if they ever got it in the first place?

This song maybe a little too much, but hey...

What the hell does TRHPS mean?

I am a Gleek and am not ashamed. And one of the episodes in Season 2 features The Rocky Horror Picture Show (TRHPS). Which is one of my favorite shows of all time. And honestly, it makes very little sense, if any at all, to me but that's the charm. It has a sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania to boot.

The one thing I would love even more than watching this classic in the comfort of my home is to watch it in a cinema, with all the throwing of stuff and live audience participation. Its a cult movie, there are lots of inside jokes and I want to be part of that quirky club. In the meantime, I wish more people I know would watch it and tell me what in Dr. Frank n Furter's name is going on?But, honestly that Tim Curry character is kinda hot,please forgive me!

Song to make you wonder even more:

Et cetera

Was thinking of Modest Mouse today, all because I heard one of their songs massacred on some kind of hip hop mix and its really sad, what do bands get by doing this? The this I am referring to is by selling out. Who am I kidding, its not that serious anyway. And we are all guilty of going mainstream anyway....I do love that Nicole Scherzinger and 50 cent jam so who the hell am I to speak.

But this is one of my all time favorite Modest Mouse songs, I remember listening to it around the time I first watched the Todd Solondz' classic Welcome to the Dollhouse. So it has some twisted memories connected with it. I really do think there is a part of this song they say et cetera, or something of the kind.

Morning Rituals

How a person wakes up or rather what a person wakes up to reveals a lot about their character. I am not a morning person to say the least. Back in my high school days, none of my roommates would talk to me until after breakfast, lest they got grunts in response to their cheery hello good mornings or wrinkly scowls to their ridiculous wide toothed smiles-what were they so happy about anyway? Being a teenager sucked. Anyways, back then in the mornings, me resembled one of the uglier looking characters on Muppet Show or Sesame street so NOW I understand why I was avoided.

But that was a long time ago when I had little control over my emotions and thought the thing most awesomely cooler than the flipside of my pillow was wearing my heart on my sleeve; it was a bleeping fad. I have since reigned in all my melodrama and traded it for a cool new mellow. This statement in turn makes me think of the colour yellow when I awake nowadays, yellow like the sun from my kitchen window, yellow like the-look at me- part of my outfit I love to include, yellow like one of the nice smelling soapy tubes in my bathroom.

When we get down to it, it takes me two hours to complete my get into a happy place morning ritual(explains why am always late for everything) The following sums it up. Meditate-dream about those things I wish to manifest into my life like Mike Dooley says, pray rain journal according to the Good Vibe Blog and look at my lists of stuff to conquer( in other places known as to do list's such as Maggie's here). Afterwards, I jump out of bed( not really, most days its a lie I have to tell myself- a lie like am just going to get a chunk of that chicken I cooked last night,that's all- that enables me to drag myself outta underneath my blankets) and into the jet streaming shower, followed by warm smelling lotions and lastly, yummy tasting coffee and eggs. We are thus off to go, with packed brunches,lunches and afternoon fruits, primped outfits and morning new jack swing mixes.

The following video is for all those losers(I suspect you'd be pirates...) out there in real life who actually go to the lows of asking you for a friend request on Facebook. Are people mad?

Getter Uppers

I have just noticed that I posted two Madonna videos in a row, am really getting into that 80's mode. And last night I watched a show with a mash up of The Police's Every Move you Make and Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars. It actually sounded good though both songs are grossly and immorally overplayed. And thus my foray into my long lost love of all things 80's.

80's music will get me up no matter how depressed I went to bad last night. The likes of Tears for Fears,The Smiths and the Police may be depressing in essence but somehow they do it for me. I feel like am on another crazy free loving free wheeling planet. That's why I call such songs my getter uppers. The best gift I ever got for my birthday, by the way, was a The Police CD from my lovely friend Asu.

Is there a place I could go where its 80's tunes all the time every-time? I really think I would fit in there: 'Don't think me unkind, words are hard to find, there are only cheques I've left unsigned from the banks of chaos in my mind, and when their eloquence escapes me, their logic ties me up and rapes me'

Dresses with Flats

A few of the ladies around town, I have noticed, seem to be in the dark about what to do with teeny tiny dresses. If you have the frame to carry off the short dress look, and pair it up with flats, the following are some pointers you can use:

• The short dress should be an inch or more above the knee.
• The accompanying flats should be super feminine, embellished,open toed or even fully covered.
• For open toed sandals, high waisted skirts, or rather dresses in this case, fill out the look best.
• The short dress also looks better flared especially for slimmer frames.
• Tights are a great accessory to this look.
• Lastly, rough cuts like denim and leather jackets add an interesting contrast to the dresses and flats look.

I love this Madonna Video:

When Somethings Just Don't Make Sense

I was going to write about Mod fashion today but something of more importance caught my attention. That the world and life are not always pretty as roses. Bad things happen, mothers kill their own babies and not many things seem fair. But we have to deal with this. Not really sit in silence and watch, but protest in whichever what way we can. Sometimes curve balls are just that, curve balls, there are really no answers to the why, but there are answers to the how-how do I face this, this link courtesy of Dumb Little Man could help though.

And a totally irrelevant song, because I felt like it.

How to Take Wine for Breakfast

Last weekend, I went to bed with a glass of white wine mixed in with some apple juice, dreamt my sweet dreams and awoke the next morning to the tangy smell of my 'cocktail' wafting through the bedroom. And am sorry to anyone who finds my tastes offensive, but I simply could not resist, I had to gulp down the remainder before I got out of bed. It was delightful.

You see am not into the party going scene, am usually out by 9 p.m, and I  do not understand why you have to freeze your behind off in a dark musty room full of people you would never talk to in broad daylight and fight for dancing space with them as well. IT MAKES NO SENSE. I would rather get drunk with people I actually enjoy talking to and make a fool of myself cutting a rug with friends who can laugh with me. More to that I would much rather like to plonk out in my OWN bed,ALONE, when I do get tired and wake up in my OWN house. Thank you very much, but I will pass on that invite to render my nights useless. And choose to take my wine with my dinner, with my friends and for my breakfast.

Before I forget, some of my fellow Kenyans are so sweetly hilarious and they do not even notice it. Am not being elitist or any of that crap but you can't help but smile when some cannot figure out for the life of them that the opposite of white wine is certainly not black. Take a table companion I had at the wedding I attended last Saturday, he asked the kind waiter for black wine and we were all too embarrassed to correct him, waiter included. Different strokes for different folks, they say.

Salvador Dali said 'I don't do drugs. I am drugs.  So be the drug, don't look for it anywhere outside you. I surely do hope am not contradicting myself but my point is enjoy the things you love even if you enjoy doing them alone and in the strangest of ways.

Check out Jody Watley today, she had the thickest eyebrows and never really seemed to smile in most of her videos, but she looked good:

An Ode to Calvin and Hobbes

This blog spot is a simple ode to my two most favorite comic characters -Calvin and Hobbes- and to people who love comics and all things graphic novel like.

No one makes me laugh like Calvin, the most imaginative and verbose little kid that you never want to see grow up, the love of his life Suzie and his sweet tiger-teddy Hobbes.

If you want to read some of their stuff on line check out this link with a number of their 

strips.

So for anyone in love with such comics ;or if I can name them off the top of my head-Asterix and Obelix, X-men, Fantastic Four, Spiderman,Batman,Superman; please keep up the love for this kind of reading and stay true to your greek roots because it is very charming in my eyes.

A video with the geekiest moves but the sweetest lyrics ever;

Tomorrow is Saturday

Am really not trying to be Rebecca Black here, but man can I count the days of the week well and tomorrow its Saturday.....

And being proud of a good week is in deed something I am happy with....

So enjoy your weekend y'all, my weekend is going to be full of weddings and birthdays, and enjoy this one from funky De la Soul:

Keep on Keeping On

This is for all those who have given up even when they know they shouldn't. Am speaking to all those quasi bloggers out there who are not keeping the habit. My two very good friends Asu and Sam need to return to this world. Not that am trying to be better than them or anything.....but I want them to do this with me too, cause then I can be accountable to someone other than myself.....

Writing a blog requires probably three things:

• Consistency
• Routine
• Discipline

 Which is basically the one thing, oft repeated, in essence.

And I also wanted to indulge in some Winnie the Pooh Quotes today, so hope you enjoy:

• Its more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words such as 'What about lunch?'
• You can't stay in the corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
• Sometimes if you stand at the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slowly slipping away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Finally, a sweet little song related to my blog name:

Musically Speaking

Well today has been a real 'angsty' day, you know the sort when you feel like you are a Ms Antsy Pants, if there is such a thing. In other words, I am so restless and humans around me are acting the same; tired,irritable and suffering from achy bones,it should be coined the end month blues or something. The only thing soothing enough is music. Such as the like of the below tunes:

Foster the People's I Would do Anything for You sets the tone for the day, giving me that loving feeling. Its an ' I've just fallen in love and it feels so damn good' anthem.

Now this one by Color me Badd- Sexual Capacity, takes me way back and it reminds me of days when I was introduced to some good ol' tracks. Thanks big bro! I know my brother had their poster on his wall in the early nineties.

Now this is a real find, but it is probably Yo La Tengo's most famous song. And my my my, is it not the sweetest.  To me it speaks of true surrender and vulnerability in a relationship.

You really cannot speak of love 'ballads'-how would you classify this genre of music?- without a classic from Sade. Enough said.

 And lastly another oldie but goodie from my younger days that reminds me that everyone needs and actually deserves some good love in their lives, yes even you and me... and Shola Ama of course...


So here's to the end of a restless day and a link to all those who may think I am trying to be a poser or rather ' too indie', I gotta laugh at myself hey....

Short Outfits for Short People and then Some Inspirational Shorts

So since I've been looking, I've being seeing that mostly all around me are kindred female spirits in shortness. Being height challenged is a common thing in the circles I frequent. Though I still manage to loom over my little subjects.... They do believe am a lanky lass but in truth am a stickler for high heels, I mean who would not love these beauties?:

Another high note to being on the petite side of the populace is the little skirts and little dresses. Obviously these go with the territory, the territory of your legs looking much much longer than they actually are. And fooling everyone that you are leaner and taller than what you really look like in the shower. I started realizing this seemingly magic trick when I padded around in bare feet in my apartment, eliciting surprised looks from my house guests at how miniscule I am in IRL. Check out my trusted companions:

Voices of the Underground

It is true, when you hit around 12 years as a young female, you slowly start to lose that strong sense of self that peaked at around age 9, this according to a survey. It happened to me as well, growing up. I knew who I was. I was strong. I had a mind of my own and I never once doubted myself-not that I have any memories to prove otherwise. I was intelligent, creative and brave. The world really was my oyster. And more to that everyone loved me. And I knew I was beautiful without it being confirmed to be by anyone.

So how and why did it all start going downhill-this unshakable strength that I had?All I remember was becoming surprisingly insecure over things I thought I had control of before, my body, my smarts, my personality. Its like the world I had before teenage hood was slowly crumbling before my eyes and I was sure would inevitably lose control of everything. High school was easier for the sole reason that I was not a loner anymore. It eased the confusion and awkwardness somewhat. Because I met other awkward loners and was thus saved from being so self aware.

But after high school, college years brought the dark side in. I got wilder, not because I was restricted before, but just because I felt like getting out of my head, falling in love and slacking off. And all this I did, later coming out of it bruised, not really nostalgic for those college years. Now in the real world, growth has been slow but tremendous. And this so called independence thrust upon my shoulders has forced me to take a long hard look at myself. Which in my mid twenties feels more like a mid life crisis.

So I explain my sort of point of view  for anyone who feels sort of confused like me. Out of University, starting out at new careers, nearing the time to settle down. There is a lot out there for teens or married folks, but what about us, the in betweens? Let me continue trying to navigate my way around to getting some answers,while signing off with a lovely video that could in some way vaguely relate to this post....