Stolen From A Friend's Facebook Status!

A friend of mine, the very wise Mr Marc Chauharja Singh, shared this as his Facebook status. It's far too beautiful a thought not to share. It has almost healing qualities (or maybe my heart is just tender at the moment and this was the balm I needed.)

Love has no one definition and therefore we all have to define love for ourselves... she, like God, presents herself differently to different people...

What we must remember though, is that love is both selfish and selfless, both caring and indifferent.

It is up to us, therefore, once love has chosen to spend some time with us, to decide where we want to go with love...

The Bitch is Back!!!

My father is the most cantankerous individual that I have ever had the pleasure (and sometimes that word is used loosely) of knowing.

 He is stubborned,

 opinionated,

 argumentative

 and on many ocassions incredibly rude.

 I LOVE HIM!

 It took me a while to figure it out but Daddy is actually thoroughly entertaining. One day when we were in the throes of a heated debate that I should have had the good sense to know I wouldn't win (even though I was right) he gave me a little nugget of information that only made sense to me last Wednesday (at about 6:00pm to be exact)

Crystal: But Daddy yuh wrong!

Harold: How I could be wrong. Yuh talking chupidness man! (In his you are annoying me singsong voice)

Crystal: Even if yuh right Daddy, that wasn't very polite      (but he WAS wrong)

*insert nugget of invaluable information here*

Harold: At my age I don't have to be polite. You still young, you have to be nice to people. I don't have to be nice to anybody. At my age all that matters is being RIGHT.

I laughed and shook my head..... because he was wrong, and because I envied his freedom. To be free of judgement and stigma. To not really not give a shit. Hmmmn I processed this info, cut into digestible cubes and consumed it and..... At 6:00pm, on September 29th, 2010, the exact moment I turned 25, which had always been my childhood threshold of old, I got it! 

(well other than this...)

My daddy was great. My daddy was a guru. My daddy was a GANGSTA!

Disclaimer: Not my Daddy

And me being his offspring.... well, I'm a badass too!

So YEAH my birthday sucked crusty balls!

Yeah! I'm broke! Yeah I'm unemployed! Yeah I cuddle my GRANNY! (Please nobody tell her I called her Granny or she'll kill me)

And yeah I haven't written on my blog in over a month!

So watchugona do about it huh? huh?HUH?

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Didn't think so!

So anyway ppl if you haven't realised it yet, that was my apology for leaving you stranded so long. I promise I'll do better!

MWAH!

Chrisette Michele is a BOSS and Wale is a Good Right Hand Man to Have

Heard this song tonight and INSTANTLY fell in love with it. I don't know how it fell under my radar for so long. It reeks of purity and honesty and leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Maybe my heart is trying to tell me something........ OR MAYBE NOT! ( aahaha I know you almost got caught up in my melodrama with that last line) but to cut a long story short its worth a listen or 5 and I'm about to pull up the Chrisette Michele album I downloaded over 2 months ago and pray (against hope) that its not on so I won't have to kick myself for taking so long to actually listen to it. Wish me luck peepz, my ass is still sore from the last time I had to kick myself!




and as an added bonus here's her cover of No Doubt's "Don't Speak" which was beautifully done.

Satanists are Dumbasses!

My friend Becky is pretty cool. She defers from normalcy just enough to make her interesting but has enough of a grip on sanity to keep her out of the looney bin(... most of the times ;-p)

 so when she started sharing links on my official brain killer Facebook from this site I said to myself that its worth checking out. Now I have another mini obsession and avenue to waste countless hours of my life because Cracked.com is the shiznit! and yes I duly note that using the word shiznit has just diminished my own cool points (i'm now only kinda cool, I can live with that)

While I ploughed through this labyrinth of random and probably useless but oh so engaging information (i spent FIVE HOURS on this bloody site on Sunday!!!) I stumbled over something that almost crippled me with extreme mirth! For those of you too lazy to click the link or who will not open the link in a new tab and there leave my blog and be trapped in the abyss of cracked.com never to return again its a list of 8 historical symbols that mean the opposite of what you think. Today boys and girls I would like yo discuss with you #7.... the inverted cross.

oh emm gee!

To satanists, heavy metal rockers and confused suburban angst filled teenagers everywhere its a huge middle finger to Christianity.Kind of their version of playing Evil Knievel with the wrath of God. To Catholics it's the Cross of St Peter and an all round symbol of I am not worthy of Your Greatness Oh Lord!

Let me start from the beginning.... This is St Peter

otherwise known as the disciple Simon Peter, one of the "fishers of men", otherwise known as the dude who denied knowing Jesus three times before the rooster crowed. I'll wait until those memories of Sunday school during lent come back to you and you go Oooooh that guy! ......... Right! Let's move on.

So other than totally scorning the Son of God in his time of trial Peter was a really great guy. In Matthew 16:16 he declares Christ accurately as the Son of the Living God which of course scores him some Scooby Snacks and he is named Peter by Christ who calls him the "rock upon which I shall build my church". probably why he's widely considered to be the first actual ...... (add suspense music dun, dun dun) Pope!

And now the plot thickens....

You see there are often pictures of the Pope with upside down crosses. 

and you think ummmm creepy! , the pope is buying himself a one way ticket to H-E double hockey sticks! 

But a little research, as I said before shows a different story.

Back to St Peter... where was I? Oh now I remember, he was a cool dude, he walked on water, he kicked butt for Jesus (or at least he cut off a dude's ear for Him)  and he was the only disciple brave enough to actually go into the Jesus's tomb when He was resurrected. (Luke 24- Yup ppl you'll have to read your bible for this post, go dust it off!)

And when this super cool dude died, he was crucified, just like Jesus. Well not JUST like Jesus. You see Peter requested to be crucified upside down! Why you ask? Because he did not think that he was worthy to die the same death that Jesus did! He was being,,, humble!!!!!!

Now don't get me wrong, I know that there are conspiracy theories out there about the church  and a whole lot of other stuff. I don't know if its true or not but I choose not to live in fear because, well God said not to! And it's not like I'm going to tattoo a huge upside down cross on my face like this genius...

Over time symbols take on the connotation of what you imply with them but its still great to see that  every knee shall bow is very much a living concept and the fools that hate my God so much are perpetually doing what we all knew declaring themselves UNWORTHY!!! 

Sneak Peek pt 2- Hopeless

Ok ladies gentleman and assorted creatures, its excerpt time again. This is another piece of my book. This is actually part of the original set of writing I have done for this book only one of very few part to not get rewritten or totally discarded. I've been asked for another little tidbit an sooo here it is. Read and rate but steal not.

I stood at the back of the church where the air was dense and humid. The silk of my black blouse clung to the back of my neck. There was a breeze blowing but it did nothing to stop the suffocating feeling that permeated the atmosphere. Everyone was moving along like zombies but only I truly understood the irony of this because I was the only real person that was half dead. My other half lay in the casket at the front of the hundred year old building, her hands, as cold and dry as mine were clammy and warm.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten. The casket was still there and Hope’s picture was still on top of it. I turned around and looked at all the pictures and notices on the old bulletin board at the back of the church. There were a lot of new pictures from a recent overnight camp. Dozens of smiling teenaged faces were tightly pressed together as their owners all clamoured to be in the shot. Beautiful, young, alive faces. I turned around and yup Hope was still in that box, Ma was still holding on to it bawling and everyone was holding on to Ma, telling her that it was time for the pallbearers to carry the casket out of the church.

Casket… Just two days ago I had looked at the beautiful mahogany wood and referred to it as a ‘nice coffin’ to be scornfully rebuffed by the owner of the funeral home. Now I know that coffins were flat and tapered to the end and were not often made of such expensive material, the masterpiece I was looking at was a casket made of the finest mahogany to be shipped to the island. If the wood was that expensive I wonder why it wasn’t made into a table or some other piece of furniture that would be worth thousands as an antique in the future, but it wasn’t. It was made into a casket; for my sister. She deserved only the best.

Daddy had finally gotten Ma away and they were now both collapsed on the floor as the cousins and neighbourhood ‘play cousins’ filed in to take my sister back to the hearse.  I moved out of their way when they passed by me. Until that moment it was as if I had been rooted to that spot. I craned my neck to get a glimpse of her. To wonder what it would be like to seen a body so similar to my own lying lifeless…and then I remembered. Closed casket, the accident had left its mark.

I followed them out and waited. As I waited, I heard my mother’s wail as she limped slowly down the aisle propped up by my father and my sister. I turned around only when my ears told me that they were at the back of the church where I had stood. I had once heard that a mother always knows when something is not right with one of their children because they feel it in their womb. My mother was clutching her womb for dear life and the pain on her face looked like labour itself. Funny though both hands were on one side of her womb. Maybe the saying was right.

I sat on a whitewashed boulder and massaged the crick that had found its way to the back of my neck. Eww, I had forgotten that I was sweating. I opened my purse and pulled out my black bandana. Ma had made a humongous fuss about it saying that it was indecent to bring a bandana into a funeral. She views bandanas as gang signs. I’m sure she would have accused me of being a “gangbanger”, a term she had accrued watching CNN, except for the fact that I have about fifteen different coloured bandanas. She probably thought that I was a member of more than one gang. I looked up and she was staring at me, burning straight through my hand. She looked as if I had slapped her in the face and then she turned back to my sister now in the hearse. It was fleeting, almost invisible, but I had gotten the message. Why had my angel died, why wasn’t it you.

I got up and I walked away. I walked out of the churchyard with its assortment of tombstones. There were a lot of crosses, an angel or two and normal ones with a lot of intricate detailing and profound quotes. I often wondered just who these people were and what great deeds bestowed them the honour of being buried there. My sister wasn’t going to be buried there she was going to be laid to rest in a quiet little cemetery lined by almond trees. She had gotten a shady spot, I had heard. Ma told our neighbour that she had demanded this of the keeper. The dry season sun was unbearable, she said.

As if on cue the rain began to fall. I ran under the awning of a shop front.

©Chase 

Ummmm No Eh!

Not writing much today just dropping a line. I like Tiny a lot and I love T.I. but I found their wedding or more specifically their reception after party just un peu trop distasteful 4 me! see for yourself. Not the average or even desired post nuptial celebration to me.

The 400 Club Presents T.I. & Tiny's Wedding Celebration After Party from 400life on Vimeo.

and Tiny what the hell is this!

Come nah man woman! Ah does defend yuh! Is yuh wedding day!!! Dress #1 was bridal and suitable enough although I don't love that 1 either but it was appropriate.

 I mean if you have a problem with people talking about you classiness or lack thereof then don't give them a reason to think they're right! And once again I am a fan. Can you imagine the haters sharpening their claws as we speak?

I'm sorwie! Let me make it up to you!

So I know that I have been very VERY delinquent in posting on my blog. Do forgive me blog world. As pennance I shall share with you my fav Def Poetry clips. Enjoy them as much as I have over the years!



love, Love LOVE! this 1 :-)








Every black man should hear this 10 times DAILY!

Love & Football Pt3- Japan

I'll cut right to the chase (ha ha, I said right to the chase..... ummm that's funny because my name is chase..... * awkward silence..... crickets*) ANYWAY! Here are the droolables from Team Japan 2010

Keisuke Honda- His facial expressions are priceless lol but he's still hot!

Yuji Nakazawa- I LOVE his hair! Watching him play is like watching a Pantene ad!

and last but once again definitely not least...

The goalie! 

Eiji Kawashima!!!

 Aaaah why did World Cup have to be once every four years!... 

Turn On the Light, Stumble Inside, With Me....

Always loved this song.....

Hmmmnnnnn.......

Noah Webster's Definition of Friendship

An attachment to a person, proceeding from intimate acquaintance, and a reciprocation of kind offices, or from a favorable opinion of the amiable and respectable qualities of his mind. Friendship differs from benevolence, which is good will to mankind in general, and from that love which springs from animal appetite. True friendship is a noble and virtuous attachment, springing from a pure source, a respect for worth or amiable qualities.

 False friendship may subsist between bad men, as between thieves and pirates. This is a temporary attachment springing from interest, and may change in a moment to enmity and rancor. There can be no friendship without confidence, and no confidence without integrity. There is little friendship in the world. The first law of friendship is sincerity..

Love & Football Pt 2- Argentina

One again I love football! I might not know much but I LOVE FOOTBALL!  And yes I am still undecided as to whom to support much to the chagrin of my friends. I was informed by the official football guru Mr Keston Harewood that I was allowed to support 2 teams ONLY if 1 was a top contender and 1 was an underdog. Unfortunately Kessy you only compounded the problem as now I have come to realise that I was also in support of 2 underdog teams- South Africa and Japan (the latter I had no idea I was even supporting until I felt heartbroken that they were going home yetserday)

Both my underdog teams, however are out of the World Cup already :-( so Argentina still rages the main battle for my heart. 

BUT...... The last time I checked I was a woman (and I showered today so I'm pretty sure of the fact!) and the second best thing about football, after the actual playing of the game was FOOTBALLERS!!!! Gorgeous, Fit Amazingly Sexy MEN!!! So I have decided to share a couple of my favourite players from my FAB 4 teams.

(disclaimer: I did not pick my player on their exeptional skill although come to think of it most of them are amazing players!... ;-p)

Gonzalo Higuaín---- sighhh!

Juan Sebastián Verón- because every girl has the hots for a slightly older man!

My official horner man Lionel Messi

And because I always knew I had a thing for goalies :-DDD

SERGIO ROMERO!!!

Have fun ladies and I'll be back later with Japan!

KC's 1st Annual...

My nephew turned 1 earlier this month, I love his cake ;-p

Love & Football

Its WORLD CUP AGAIN!!!!! Oh South Africa I beseech thee, do not disappoint me.I've waited 4 years for you to ravage me with top quality pulsating football! As I've already said on the Maccobook, (Fassbook, Two-facedbook) this year I am being unfaithful! Ever since I was a young (er) one, more specifically World Cup 1994 finals when Brazil beat Italy 3-2 on penalties (be still my beating heart!) I have had a torrid love affair with the Samba Boys.

The mere thought of Ronaldo & Ronaldinho my buck-toothed babies leaves me starry eyed!!! This year, however, Argentina has caught my eye and is holding the gaze.

I don't claim to be a football expert, far from it actually. A real football expert or any 17 year old boy who owns a pair of tugs (local slang for football boots for all my out of towners & btw for all Americans, no disrespect but during the World Cup, there is NO SUCH THING CALLED SOCCER!!! insisting on calling this noble game that will be considered disrespect * not really...... actually.... yeah, yeah it will!*  but I digress ;-p) would deem me a football idiot! I cannot identify a goalscoring Argentinian from Adam  with the exception of the great Mr Diego Maradona

and my new outside man  Lee.. Oh.. Nell  MESSI!!!!!!!

 This young boy launched a skilled campaign into my heart. First he appears non imposingly enough on my radar in the Barca red & blue. I'm allowed to love him, my mind tells me, after all, he's with Barcelona! I did not know that that was his plan all along. He befriends my true love (represented by Ronaldinho of course) and then stole me from him.

 Or so he taught. I'm on to you Messi! You can't just waltz in here and break up a happy home! I'm already planning to move to Brazil whenever I'm pregnant with my sons. I WILL RESIST YOU! No, I won't your charm is too much for me.I will be a captive audience whilst you whisper sweet nothings in my ear regaling  me with all the goals you will score for me, although I must say that you did not against Nigeria... Maybe it was because I was not watching, I'll do better next time if you promise to also.

I'm giving you fair warning though, Mr Argentina, if the World Cup Finals comes down to a showdown between you and my first love I will be standing behind MY MEN!

Poetry- Money

Ok so its the 1st and I didn't get paid. I feel like I'm going crazy which made me think of a poem I wrote a while aback. We all wish at some point in time that we had more money, the question now is how much will we let it control us?

MONEY

Oh you evil beast of burden bearing the world such pain and torment
Masquerading as the saviour as the saint as the solution
But you sanctity is of no valour here
You enshroud us in fear of your absence
Your ensnare us with your arrogance
How dare you decide who lives and who dies
Who is worthy of merit and praise
You FALSE GOD!
You mock us!
And the more you do is the more we need you
The more we crave and desire you
The less we are able to live without you
And we dare not doubt you
You carry such clout
Such esteem
I am sure if you ever took a moment away from your greed
You would beam in pride
That you are the now the primal motivation for the masses
Making us sycophantic vassals
Devoid of original thought because your imagery is everywhere
Well I break free of your snare
And return you to where you should be
You foolish knave
I am the master and you are the slave
You do what I tell you to do
You go where I tell you to go
No longer will you possess the ability to say NO
I will stretch you to you limit till you beg for relief
You will know grief because of me
I will work you so hard will not breathe
Whenever you try to leave I will yank you by your chain
At my feet you will remain
I will be the bane of your existence as you have been the scourge of mine
You imitation of the divine
You will rue the day you ever tried
To control ME!

©Chase

Ky-mani Marley is a SEXY BEAST!

So Ky-mani Marley is the son of the late great Robert Nesta and and table tennis champion Anita Belnavis. I am not about to go into a dissertation about him, I just want to reiterate that he is a SEXY BEAST! Almost as sexy as my future husband (a girl can dream sigh!) his brother Damian. Ladies, enjoy.... Gentlemen... doh hate!

And as an extra bonus a little compilation video (I didn't create it) of the song from the movie One Love also starring Cherine Anderson.

Steelyhn Biiich Pihks!

So as usual we go to the beach and take more pics than anything else. ;-p

because I'm vain!

and my cuz & I love pics

in s 5 * restaurant whoo!!!!

where you can find d jam sandwich (inside joke)

and bcuz she's gorgeous!

and i'm still vain :-D

and we're idle!

enough to build a "jacuzzi" for the kids

when they're not "swimming" lol

and we're not being more vain

or playin...

our version of football (i got kicked off the team in 5 mins lol)

and d "fellas" drinkin & limin on d corner

while we make Leon feel like a superstar 4 his b'day

and cookie monster shares a loving moment with his mummy

and his Godmummy

and the love of his life

while the jam sandwich

reminisces

about

the cave

and a fabulous day!