Wednesday, 25 April 2018


Initially, I had planned to talk about my view on police brutality, racism and race relations. However, as I put word to the screen, I started to realize that there was a more pressing post I needed to publish. Today, I’m going to talk about my growing disillusionment with life in general. I can’t really say when it started or how it occurred, but one day I realized that my outlook on life had grown bleak indeed. I don’t know…maybe it’s just a part of growing up. I wish…I don’t know what I wish to be honest. Maybe that someone would tell me that I don’t need to worry because it’s going to be ok? That they understand how I feel? That I’m not alone? I just don’t know.

From the moment we’re born, we are told that the world is ours for the taking. Of course, at some points in our life, we are bound to experience setbacks that might or might not be outside our control. But generally, the world is ours. It’s not a perfect world by any means, but it is relatively safe, secure and enduring. Have you ever noticed how any self-help book you might pick tell you that you can achieve anything you want? In these books, though there might be injustice, we nonetheless live in a world of boundless possibilities. Some argue that all we need is to become a bundle of positive thoughts, others take a more hard-bitten approach, recommending to get a grip of our bad habits.

But the conclusion remains the same: with enough determination we can be and have almost anything we want.

Saturday, 14 April 2018

What Does Truth and Justice Mean for Someone in a Black Body?

*This post is more stream of consciousness than structured essay. So, at times, I may be rambling.

The world isn’t right. Everything is flipped upside down. Right is wrong and wrong is right. But how do you make sense of what is truly true? How can you separate right from wrong? How do you know that you aren’t deluding yourself? 

If I had been born white, these questions would probably not be as pressing for me. But, I am black and a woman, living with all the prejudice associated with it. Often, when minorities and in particular black people talk about the colour of their skin, there’s always someone around, generally a white person ready to tell them that they should focus less on race. There may also be a more mean-spirited white person eager to remind the darker folk that if black people were harder working, law-abiding citizen they would not have to wax poetic about discrimination.

White people can afford to be raceless – they are the dominant race. Not only are white people the majority in Western countries, they have accumulated such economic power that even when they are the minority, they are nonetheless the one holding most of the power. The IMF, the ONU and most the major financial institutions, where do they all come from? The West. What is the colour of the people populating movies, TV shows, advertisements and novels?  White. Who own and work for most media? Who is in the board of most universities? Who has the most tenured position in academia?

Wednesday, 27 September 2017

The Future of This Blog - Update 17/03/2018

This blog has had many incarnations. Four years ago, it started out as a book review blog. You can find my very first post here. As you will be able to see, hope and enthusiasm dripped from the page. "Where has it all gone?" is what I wonder. My relationship with this blog has always been on and off. I would write and then I would stop writing for no better reason than sheer laziness. For a very short while last year, I thought of relaunching my blog as a lifestyle/business blog. Oh and oh, the mighty fell and are still falling...

Even as I have stumbled upon knowledge very few people stumble on, my entire life, I have always only wished for a normal existence. A good career, a house and eventually children with a loved partner. Even to this day, it is what I yearn for and my heart weep for the life I could never have. Truth, justice, light--these are words whose meaning have always been lost on me. I care little for being the change you wish to see or being a voice of truth amidst the eddy of madness. The Jordan Petersons, the JFKs, the Martin Luther Kings -- those people are made of different stuff than I am.

And yet here I am, writing the first post of a new Era in the life of Sage Noire. An area dense in deep politics and culture.

It is the third Saturday of March and yet, it is snowing outside. There are those who will tell you that it is a sign of global warning, but I know otherwise. A couple of days ago, Britain expulsed Russians ambassadors from the country. Democracy and the rule of Law died in thunderous applause. As war loom closer and closer, cheers ring louder and louder. Good and evil are so intertwined that it is hard to distinguish between the two anymore. History is being written by mouth spewing lies. Nature is being flooted. Women are not supposed to be women anymore. Men are not supposed to be men anymore. Both hate each other.

It seems we have fallen in the wrong side of a parallel universe, teetering toward Dark Age. Those words are being written, and yet truly, I have no hope. Nonetheless, I write. Perhaps someday, through the Grace of God, an answer will come to me.

Friday, 19 May 2017

Crazy Rich Asians #3: Rich People Problem by Kevin Kwan

Goodreads Summary: Kevin Kwan, bestselling author of Crazy Rich Asians and China Rich Girlfriend, is back with an uproarious new novel of a family riven by fortune, an ex-wife driven psychotic with jealousy, a battle royal fought through couture gown sabotage, and the heir to one of Asia's greatest fortunes locked out of his inheritance. 

When Nicholas Young hears that his grandmother, Su Yi, is on her deathbed, he rushes to be by her bedside--but he's not alone. It seems the entire Shang-Young clan has convened from all corners of the globe, ostensibly to care for their matriarch but truly to stake claim on the massive fortune that Su Yi controls. With each family member secretly fantasizing about getting the keys to Tyersall Park--a trophy estate on 64 prime acres in the heart of Singapore--the place becomes a hotbed of intrigue and Nicholas finds himself blocked from entering the premises. As relatives claw over heirlooms, Astrid Leong is at the center of her own storm, desperately in love with her old sweetheart Charlie Wu, but tormented by his ex-wife--a woman hell bent on destroying Astrid's reputation and relationship. Meanwhile Kitty Pong, married to billionaire Jack Bing, finds a formidable opponent in his fashionista daughter, Colette. A sweeping novel that takes us from the elegantly appointed mansions of Manila to the secluded private islands in the Sulu Sea, from a schoolyard kidnapping to a gold-leaf dancefloor spattered with blood, Kevin Kwan's gloriously wicked new novel reveals the long-buried secrets and rich people problems of Asia's most privileged families.
Published: May 23rd by Doubleday
Genre: Contemporary



Now that I think about it, I realize that it's a bit weird that I've never talked about one of my favourite series. Written by Kevin Kwan, Crazy Rich Asians depicts the crazy adventures of the extravagant Chinese elite. Admittedly, the set of three books is not for everybody. Think of it as a mashup between Gossip Girl and 90210 where the cast is in their early 30s and instead of hanging out in Barney's or Nordstrom, do their shopping between China's fanciest shops and every major fashion city. 

In the first book, Nick brought along his girlfriend Rachel to his best friend's wedding in Singapore, exposing her to his world made up of ridiculously wealthy relatives, friends and acquaintances without any preparation. In fact, prior to the trip Rachel knew little about her boyfriend's family and assumed that his silence on his background hinted at a poverty-ridden home that he wanted to hide. 

Sunday, 9 October 2016

Kate Daniels #9: Magic Binds by Ilona Andrews

Goodreads Summary: Mercenary Kate Daniels knows all too well that magic in post-Shift Atlanta is a dangerous business. But nothing she’s faced could have prepared her for this…

Kate and the former Beast Lord Curran Lennart are finally making their relationship official. But there are steep obstacles standing in the way of their walk to the altar...

Kate's father, Roland, has kidnapped the demigod Saiman and is slowly bleeding him dry in his never-ending bid for power. A Witch Oracle has predicted that if Kate marries the man she loves, Atlanta will burn and she will lose him forever. And the only person Kate can ask for help is long dead. 

The odds are impossible. The future is grim. But Kate Daniels has never been one to play by the rules...
Published: September 20th by Ace
Genre:  Urban Fantasy 


Sooooooooooooo, in case you were wondering, yes, I'M STILL ALIVE! This is my first real post in a bit more than a year. What kept me away? If I wanted to sound serious and level-headed I would say that my absence was caused by yet another tumultuous but satisfying uni year. If I were honest, I would admit that I have been laaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaa-zy *gather breath*. But who cares? I’m back! And I think it is only fitting that I review lastest release inthe Kate Daniels series which by now you should know is one of my favourite series ever as my homecoming post. 

In this one, the situation is bad, hell what am I saying it is DIRE. Kate’s main goal in life has always been to defeat her evil father Roland. Problem is, she can’t because she's simply not powerful enough AND she knows it. Thanks to a few seers, she also knows that it is not only her life that is in danger but the one of her loved one. BUUUUUT our Kate is a fighter, despite these foreboding vision, she has no intention to flee or even give up. The book resolve around her trying to find a way to turn a bleak future into a hopeful one. 

Sunday, 20 September 2015

A Broken-Hearted Fan

*In my best Skylar Grey voice*…I need a doctor…I need a doctor…. Guys, there’s a hole in my heart I can’t patch. Yes, I can eat, drink and sleep. There’s no way I can deprieve myself of these things. But that doesn't mean I don't feel the pain! It’s like I’ve been backstabbed by my bestfriend, it’s like someone that wasn’t me ate the last fried chicken in the box, it’s like I gave my seat to a pregnant woman and I have to keep standing in a journey that will take hours.

I used to mock football fans who acted as if the world had ended when their favorite team had lost, but then, on Friday last week some Italian journeywoman ejected Serena Williams from the US Open, a round away from the final. That’s when I realized I had been fooling myself all my life, I’m as much a stan as they are ! 

Friday, 18 September 2015

Working Out? Yes Duh!

Picture by Abdullah Nasser under CC BY 2.0

I stopped playing tennis a sport which I love when I stated uni. In the past months, my sister kept on telling me to start working out again. My sister is one of these people who give great piece of advices even thought they rarely follow them themselves. Proof in case, she is allergic to any kind of physical activities although she preaches their benefits to whoever is listening.