Expressions of Eslaviva

A jolly happy new year to everyone.  I hope it is not too late to wish everyone a happy new year? Even if it is, and I know it is, I will have to ignore this golden rule this time around.  Sooooo, whats up? What great tidings have 2018 brought us so far? Well, a few days into the year, H&M kindly took it upon themselves to organise the cutest monkey in the jungle competition in which the cutest monkey in the jungle came first, second and third. A few hundred hours later, while we were still gyrating to the sounds of 'jungle is massive' at the cutest monkey in the jungle competition, after party, the formidable man that is Donald Trump, organised a competition of his own; the competition for the shitiest county in the entire known and unknown universe.  Although we have not decided who the winner of this competition is, we certainly have a long list of shortlisted countries all fighting viciously for the number one spot. As if that wasn't nearly enough, a few days l

Sometime between midnight on Sunday and the time I would normally get up in the morning on Monday, I was lying down in my bed watching, or rather listening to a YouTube video by Marcus Du Sautoy about ‘what we cannot know’ when suddenly I decided to get up and do some writing. My intention is to kill two birds with one stone in this blog post. The first bird I want to kill (no offence to any vegans who might be reading this) is a bird called the setback.  So here goes.  After beating myself up for not doing any serious writing in 2 months, I eventually got tired of the bruises I got from kicking myself in the butt and decided to do some writing sometime in the middle of January. Having settled on what I wanted to write about, I got off to a flying start.  I quickly wrote my first draft and spent the next few days after fine-tuning my work. After about a week and half of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of words, I was totally satisfied with what I had writte

Expressions of Eslaviva: HELLO, IT IS ME, YOUR PET PEEVE. : Rewind 10 years ago, some one asked me what my pet peeve was. After saying pardon for what seemed like the 77th time, i offered up the only...

Rewind 10 years ago, some one asked me what my pet peeve was. After saying pardon for what seemed like the 77th time, i offered up the only solution i could come up  with at the time, i let out a nervous, high pitched, laughter, crossed my fingers and  toes  and hoped for the best. Thankfully, i now know what a pet peeve is.  But, if you are like me of approximately 10 years ago and you don't know what a pet peeve is, let me  do the honourable  google thing by giving you a brief definition. A pet peeve is something you find ridiculously annoying, something that gets on the nerves of your very last nerve, something that winds every fibre of your being up, and finally, something that makes you want to punch an imaginary annoying person in the F$%cking face. If you haven't guessed  the subject of my blog for today, you may be in for a mildish surprise. Today, folks, i'll be  writing about a  certain pet peeve of mine. Here goes. You know when you decide to take a Facebook

Expressions of Eslaviva: Don't say hello, it's not you I am looking for. : We can all agree that consistency is a vital ingredient for success. Even being a jerk requires a BA in persistence and a high level of cons...

We can all agree that consistency is a vital ingredient for success. Even being a jerk requires a BA in persistence and a high level of consistency. Hence, there are no semi-jerks, only jerks.  No part time douchbags, only full time ones. I am not sure ,where I am going with this but please bear with me while I gather my thoughts. Right, where was I? Ohhh yes, I am right here where I left me.  If you are a resident of the wonderful island of great Britain and also a parent,  you'd be 6 weeks into your back to school jamboree/celebrations/festivities .  Yes, it's probably time to pack away the gin and tonic and return to whatever it is you do while your kids are busy chewing their pencils at school. Ooor maybe not, because allo allo, next week is half term. Did somebody say, how time flies? I must say, the first week of the back to school saga wasn't nearly as dreadfully exciting as I thought it would be. Sadly, no one asked me about what I got up to during