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My Favorite Hairstyle:  'Ou�Naturel!' Many of my regular readers will be well aware of my catastrophic hair situation. I have bleached it, cut it, shaved it, mutilated it - basically, how I am not bald is beyond me.  After cutting all of my hair off last year and sporting a spiky pixie cut for an excruciatingly painful long time, my hair has finally touched my collar-bones. That's right - it's growing back!! I have vowed never to chop it again - barring the odd necessary trim to take away dead-ends and what not.  So now that the length is finally getting to a more comfortable stage, I've started to let it dry naturally without brushing it. No towels or hair-dryers. Especially no GHD! Anything to make it grow faster!  Turns out, after chopping off my long locks, I've gone properly curly!!!! It's so weird!  I'm absolutely LOVING the new, completely natural curls!  My Favorite Hair COLOR:  'OMBRE' Now that you know that my hair has finally started...

Why oh WHY are sequels to movies always so awful??? I cannot actually recall one film that busted out a follow up that was better than the first. On Sunday last week, in my tragically hungover state (my dog died, so I got absolutely trollied at a 60th Hawaiian themed birthday party on Saturday night,) I finally dragged my ass out of bed and headed to the video store.  I was so excited when I saw that this film was still available because I adored the first one. I liked it because it was just a little bit of everything all rolled into one. Action, comedy, drama and even a sugar-coated slice of romance.  The film is based on the 1987 TV series called 21 Jump Street and follows two (really shitty)  police officers oozing with ''Bro-mance'' who are assigned a case where they have to go undercover in high school. Their mission is to find the supplier of a new drug that's been released and arrest him. It's the typical duo of an overweight nerd who hated high school t...

Shoes are not important to me.  Brands and products, polishes and accessories are merely materialistic objects to me.  Handbags are meant to carry your shit.  Cars are meant to get you from A to B.  I couldn't care less if I had a Louis Vuitton bag slung across my shoulder or if my hands were gripped onto the wheel of an Audi R8.  What is all that, anyway?  No part of me is interested in it.  I can barely pull off walking in heels as it is. Nor can I claim to be any sort of classy or elegant.  I snort when I laugh.... for one.  Instead of crossing my legs I'll clamber onto the chair and sit atop my feet. My hair is hardly ever brushed.  If there isn't a hole or a stain in my clothing at any given time then pigs have flown. The best part of all?  I don't want to be fixed.  I don't want to be transformed into some diamond loving princess with more make-up plastered on her face than fekking Michael Jackson. What do I care about, t...

Thank fuck it's over.  I can (un) proudly say that I have completed the Fifty Shades Trilogy - and as quickly as I snapped the last book shut, all three of them swiftly landed in the 'Throw Away,' pile. Look - they aren't HORRENDOUS. I suppose the story-line is kind of intriguing and all that but I just can't get over the repetitive ' cocking his head to one side ,', ' oh my's !' and ' Holy Fuck's! ' the pages are filled with. It takes a lot to piss me off - but this will do it. Reading about the life of a nymphomaniac is not as interesting as it may seem. For those of you who may have been living under a rock for the last while and need a little updating on the whole Fifty Shades thing... the basic story-line is this: SPOILER ALERT!! Ana Steele stumbles helplessly (as she does,) into Christian Grey's office when she tries to help her best friend out by interviewing him for an article. Christian Grey is loaded - in more ways than...

Becca over at: Being Becca   recently sent me a lovely little message requesting that I write a post about the journey of writing a book.  When it comes to writing a book, the journey will be unique for everyone. The basic gist of it is this though: The most daunting part of writing your own book is the first word.  The first sentence.  How do you start it?  It really isn't as natural as it may seem.  Once Upon A Time isn't going to work.  A book needs to be gripping from the get go.  You need to hook the reader and reel them in right away or they'll swim off downstream, far away from you.  Once you've established the basic plot and story-line and hammered out that grueling first line - your fingertips will start to leak words onto the keyboard. At least that's how it was for me, The problem is, your fingers will start leaking like freaking lactating breasts in the middle of the night. You'll wake up at all hours - FILLED to the brim with...

A word of advice:  Never , under any circumstance, fall asleep in the blazing sun for over two hours while on the beach in your bikini.  Especially without lathering sun-cream onto yourself first. Even more importantly: Do NOT rest your hand on your stomach while drifting off into that blissful slumber.  I am scorched.  Sizzled.  Roasted.  Uncannily resembling a crusty lobster.... with a beautiful hand imprinted into the middle of my stomach. I am thrilled to have gotten some sun however. Seeing a bikini line tan that although now is red and too sensitive for you to even comprehend, will turn to bronze soon. Summer is on its merry old way to South Africa and I can hardly wait. Even though it's the busiest time of year for me on the work front - it is also my favorite season. I ADORE Summer. Here's a list of some of my favorite things about Summer: Sun-Dresses Mix 'n Match Bikinis Big Floppy Hats Orange Sunsets Salt-Ridden, Sun-Kissed Hair Sand Between My...

........... Hello ..........  Is it safe to come out yet???  ...blush...  As you may have seen... yesterday was one of THOSE days...  Yip. I was pretty much like this: I was adamant to get up this morning and go for a run along the lagoon side - get some endorphin's flowing and get over my shit.  So at 6am, I pulled on my snugly hoodie and trainers and joined by my furry friend, Fritz (my ancient sausage dog,) we ran all the way around the island I live on. I tried to snap a photo of both of us together but he was so excited that he couldn't keep still.  There were so many new and interesting smells to discover!  Please excuse the pimple the size of Jupiter on my chin. Getting home after the run, I then hooked my feet under my bed.  "Do stomach crunches," Sam said.  "They're so much better for you that sit-ups!" he said............. Holy mother of all that is good.  I DIED.  Dead.  But I persevered and put myself through human ...

You know those days you get when you just have your 'Grr' face on? For absolutely no reason at all? Well, that's what day it is today for me. I've decided to dub today, 'Jade's Grumpy Day.' I've pretty much pinned in down to withdrawal symptoms... withdrawal symptoms from a few things, this bearded fellow below being one of them: Buuuuut it's just one more sleep and then I can be back in his arms. So I guess that could be today's First Blessing . I'm having a hard time coming up with 'blessings' today - but it is only 9 o-clock so surely things will improve.  For starters I've got a cracker of a hangover after demolishing three bottles of wine last night. Self-inflicted. Do not feel sympathy for me.  I completely skipped the drunk stage and headed straight for the spinning room. Urgh.  So waking up this morning proved to be rather difficult... once I'd finally gotten up from the comforts of my wonderful bed I padded downstairs...