Solace at the bottom of a hot chocolate

I can't dress this up.

I am completely and utterly jealous of students. Yeah, I know that have deadlines, and that they're stressed, but ... still. They just look so chilled out. Thankfully I can seek solace in my hot chocolate.

Bible goodness

So, I've been doing research about the Rwandan genocide and why it happened. One of the theories which provided some ideas for the massacre (which saw 800,000 people killed in 1994) is known as the 'Hamitic Hypothesis.' The Hamitic Hypothesis was coined by a English dude called John Hanning Speke.

Background wise, once the Europeans colonised Rwanda, they started to believe that the main groups in the area (the Tutsi & the Hutu) were racially different. They reckoned that the Tutsi were superior because they descended from the northern parts of the world and were responsible for bring culture to the rest of the primitive continent.

However, the part I wanted to share with you is a paragraph from the book 'We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families.' I'm not going to go to deeply into this but I loved this writer's description of the basis of the Hamitic Hypothesis...

"For his text, Speke took the the story in Genesis 9, which tells how Noah, when he was just six hundred years old and had safely skippered his ark over the flood to dry land, got drunk and passed out naked in his text."

Absolute gold. Nice to know that six hundred year olds still do the same crap as us 20-30-40-50 years old.

Through the looking glass

On the back of a toilet door at the vic state library :

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes

I like it.

Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote

'Never love a wild thing, Mr Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heat to a wild thing; the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the wood. Or fly into a tree. Than a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky' - Holiday Golighty.

Breakfast at Tiffany's has been one of my favourite book so far. The narrator is an unnamed struggling writer who shares a building with Holiday (Holly) Golightly, a young socialite who lives in New York City. One night, she climbs into his room from the fire escape to just have a chat. And from that point onwards, he is completely intrigued and fascinated by her.

Holly is a handful and a free spirit. She is a completely loveable and colourful character who does as she pleases and entertains men like nothing else. The narrator, of course, is in love with her. He's a good sport about it though. I pretty much loved every word in this book & I would recommend it to anyone who wanted an easy and enjoyable read.