tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32357312005868205592012-01-27T18:27:08.951-05:00Your eyes are supposedly the windows to your soul or something like that....... mine also happen to be my soul's window to the heart; and how nourishing a view they offer. This log, at inception, is supposed to record the outpouring from my soul.KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-44203739728793691492011-12-23T07:50:00.002-05:002011-12-23T07:52:13.107-05:00

Somehow, last night, the decision to go out and have one shot and an OJ turned into two shots after the OJ, then a Scotch and an OJ, then another scotch and forget the OJ, then undressing and choosing the sofa over the bed...... Thank God for good roomies, I hope my first client this morning is just as non-judgemental:)... Clearly, decision making is not my strong suit, I am going with undecided

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It never ceases to amaze me how girls can so quietly sneak their way into your life (home); you don't realize it until you wake up one day n they already moved in..... literally. Yeah, I have a new girl in my life and believe it or not, I am actually loving it. We have totally different lives and schedules and Mondays are the only days we get to spend together, usually at mines.I noticed it after

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It all started when I met a woman on a train...... Remember 'The Tourist'?  I'm Les.... I'm Kei.... There the similarities end. I'd been standing by the window like I normally did... looking out towards the horizon.... watching the hills roll on peacefully by. There was nothing on my mind... and it felt good. Peace, like the hills, I thought. She'd been walking by.... Out of the corner of my

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So..... a month ago, in the wee hours of the morning, beautiful Aryanna shot out into this world without much fanfare. Her Uncle Kei, exhausted after 9 long months of waiting and anticipating, was uncomfortably passed out in a makeshift bed fashioned out of two hard hospital chairs. Luckily for Aryanna, his expertise in all things birthing... and life in general, was not necessary at that

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That is what I miss. Justification for a new relationship?Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.0

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I love Wikipedia… I know now the meaning, the different types, usage and even the history of puns; but I still have no idea where to place one except, off course, where none is intended.

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Behind these prison wallsDoing my pacesDoing my timeI am, Spending my restless nightsVisioning facesOh they all cryingCryyyyyyyyyying Prison ah nuh bed a rosesThe livity it makes me ballI wish that jah could come and take us back in timeCause I swear That I can be a better manYes I swear, if only you could understandThe faith in me shall set me free reflectionThe faith in me shall set me free

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Just this morning, my left ear forgot what it was there for.... now. all I can hear is some ringing that is really about to drive me nuts.... that is if these hives don't get me there first... or this lil' pimple on the inside of my left eyelid.Addendum:Two days later, the hearing is almost all back.... just enough so that I cannot quite trust what I am hearing or that I am hearing what I should

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".... if a man can stand up to the mirror, he can stand up to life."... Quoted from Kings of the Evening (2007)I been standing up to my mirror lately.... on tippy toes too, coz my mirror is not so big and is set a little high... and life; it has been staring me down, big smirk on it's face.... and it's all I can do not to turn around and run.... but stand up I must.

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Again... the food got charred. But seeing how it's been more than a year... I should be glad I was able to turn on the stove without burning down the apartment:)Oh! Hi Peeps.... Yeah, I'm still around... still bumming:)

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"huh?" I startle myself out of a dream.... look around me and take in my bearing. I'm inside a car.... in the driver's seat of a cramped VW that's badly reeking of cigarette smoke. It's parked inside what apppears to be a large indoor parking garage. The passenger seat is empty but the window is down... a cool breeze is drifting in along with a few snatches of one end of a phone conversation.

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-41341415435561197522010-11-18T05:23:00.004-05:002010-12-19T17:03:15.421-05:00

“Reality is fake, dreams are for real” …Tupac Shakur Once again, this morning, from a nightmare I arose ….twice or thrice a week, these past months, I’ve had this same dream….. that I’d wake up one day, thirty and old, with nary a bit to show, for the score and a half of a pitiful existence, but a resume replete with unfinished masterpieces, amazing fetes half pulled, and a bright future

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Last year I half joked about not being able to think things through... alluding to my inability to take things seriously and blaming my mother for it seeing how all that I am today can be directly attributed to how she raised me. This morning as I struggle to hold back a legion of emotions that are threatening to explode and overwhelm me, I can only smile bitterly as I consider the irony of it

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I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying. ~ Charles C. Finn

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  And the winner is..... Me.   I'm not that crazy about concerts.... in other words, there is not that many artists that I'd sell my grandmother to go see. Matter of fact, I can only think of one - Bob Marley; and luckily for my sweet granny, they both dead. So it turns out that a girl I know doesn't have many friends... and the few she does, four to be exact, are very generous.... generous

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Well, y’all know that what happens there stays there… and if you’ve watched ‘Hangover’ the movie, then you also know that the reason it does is because… well, you don’t quite remember it wholly… rather in bits and pieces that don’t quite make enough sense to you, let alone anyone who might be interested in hearing you recount it to them. Yesterday, while chatting with FG, who I’d hoped to

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I'm Hurting Inside When I was just a little child, Happiness was there awhile. Then from me, yeah, it slipped one day. Happiness, come back, I say. 'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go lookin' for happiness. Well, if you don't come, I've got to go lookin', Lord, for happiness, happiness. - Bob Marley So I went looking for happiness... and I was not disappointed. In California

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-77414492364973347552010-02-16T21:46:00.003-05:002010-02-16T22:05:33.500-05:00

Not just a way of life..... It's tha state of living.

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It's a state of mind:)

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"Death and taxes... What an odd pairing."So it's that time of the year again when I look at my tax returns and shake my head in puzzled wonderment."I made how much?""Pray tell... what in the world did I do with it?""I owe....... How much?""This will surely be the death of me."

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That question, along with, 'Are you ready with your New Year resolutions' has been asked constantly of me this last week. Well, I think I will skip resolutions this time around.... O.K... maybe that is too rash. How about I resolve to not make any resolutions other than this one. O.K. Done.As for what I'm doing tonight... well, one thing I won't be doing for sure is making resolutions... see

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So Tafsiri wanted me to discuss what I thought about man being a puppet of the gods vs being a capt of his own destiny. Mhmmm! Let's see. I bet you Tiger Woods is feeling very much a puppet of these crazy gods and much less a captain of his own destiny. And yet, I could bet you just as much that not too long before this, as he was galavanting across the globe, playing on.... please pardon the

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Cecii wanted to know.Love consists not in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction... Antoine de Saint-ExuperyI don't quite recall what it is I said to her but it can't have been the answer she was looking for. It can't have been a good answer either because to answer such a monumental question a man needs to give it quite a bit of consideration; something that is

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Mr Darius was curious to know... A new 'Hardy Boys' used to be all it took... then I turned 12. After that it was any novel I could get my hands on, be it a mere 250 pages or an 800 pages one. My written english improved ten-fold and my eyesight deteriorated at least twice as much. Which is why I can't stay up at night.... By the end of the day... well, maybe not the end, but by midnight,

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Honesty, on the other hand, is a more challenging game, and I am willing to play it in earnest.I like to think that I am, generally speaking, an honest guy... but then again I don't speak generally. All men profess honesty as long as they can. To believe all men honest would be folly.To believe none so is something worse.John Quincy AdamsAnyway, I have an idea. I have found that when questioned,

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Kindly tagged by Beth, and thus saved the embarrassment of having to tag myself again. In the same way, I am tagging all those sorry souls who have been missing out on getting tagged and are feeling it. A letter to 16 year old me. Thank God for the Internets for this letter would never have gotten posted. This is probably my only chance to come back and virtually bitch-slap you for being the

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Unlike Bob's shooting of the sheriff, mine was not in self-defense. It wasn't a shooting either... more a drowning. Just like the well meaning but inexperienced pastor who, while upriver doing his first dipping into the murky waters of river_X baptism of his flock, forgot the words of the baptismal prayer and as he grasped desperately for the elusive incantation lurking somewhere in the recesses

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There was a time not too long ago when calling me a girl would have gotten your face punched in... not by me mind, but by the legion of loyal fans that I had somehow amassed in the relatively short span that was my meteoric rise to fame.... That legion, btw, has since disappeared in pretty much the same way that my star burnt itself out... unceremoniously. Twice now, in less than a week, two

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Or to be more precise, one score and 9 years ago today, folks, unto a young beautiful woman hailing from along the ranges known as the Aberdares in the heart of the Kenyan highlands, a new babe was born.Today while the rest of the world marches along on its quest for survival or whatever ambitions drive it, seemingly oblivious of our very existence, the owner of this blog has declared this day a

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'A morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness...' I couldn't have said it better so thanks Hank Moody (Californication) for those bytes of wisdom. Actually, it would never have occured to me to say something like that. I wouldn't know about morning awkwardness, having majored in lonely nights for the most part of my life. But then again, who wants to admit on his blog that

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I'm Hurting Inside When I was just a little child,Happiness was there awhile.Then from me, yeah, it slipped one day.Happiness, come back, I say.'Cause if you don't come, I've got to go lookin' for happiness.Well, if you don't come, I've got to go lookin', Lord, for happiness, happiness. - Bob Marley

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-11756975085799913082009-09-30T23:51:00.004-04:002010-08-20T22:17:54.527-04:00

September of 09 will go down into the annals of blogging history as the month that this blog almost went without a single posting... almost. But not quite. I could have also used the following line as the intro - 'I am back... this time not by, or to be depressingly candid - despite the conspicuous lack of, public demand....' but I did not.No... this is not what you think it is. Self-pity, while

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A Concrete JungleNo sun will shine in my day today.The high yellow moon won't come out to playDarkness has covered my light, And has changed my day into nightNow where is this love to be found, won't someone tell me?'Cause life, sweet life, must be somewhere to be found, yeahInstead of a concrete jungle where the livin' is hardestConcrete jungle, oh man, you've got to do your best, yeah. Bob

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I'm jus saying.Y'all remember Leah... of the crossroads fame? Yes? No?Well... anyway... a chance meeting after what could only amount to a very long time led to a night of painting the town red.... and getting wasted in the name of catching up. Turns out she ditched the boyfriend of many years and is now enjoying being a single lady.... and, apparently, the best thing about her new status is the

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PS… Due to technical ignorance…. My assuming that the Nokia peeps didn’t know what the hell they were talking about when they reiterated to back up my memory and contacts and such before updating the firmware of my E71 can only be characterized as such…. I no longer have Santa’s contact information. If you happen to (have it), please, kindly forward this email to him. It contains my Christmas

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And the person who drew it did not use permanent ink.... Kei :) "We'll have to work on getting you in touch with your emotions.." was a line that my ex used on me a lot. She did eventually succeed although probably not in the way she had envisioned as I finally got in touch with the... "I can't stand this nagging B!#*h" emotion and the "I swear if she says that one more time I'ma...." one.

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Copy all questions, write responses, and tag yourselves, blogger pals.I did.... From Maua's :)1. What time did you get up this morning?-06152. How do you like your steak?-With a side of baked potatoes and gravy.3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?- Cinema? Sounds very British. If you mean the Movies, I really don’t remember. Probably some horror flick with my last girlfriend. Does

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Say it with me now. I am a marathoner. I run four times a week and I never miss a run. I enjoy running.  I never get tired. Up the hill then down the hill; easy strides the whole way through. My feet are light like feathers, watch how they glide. Hear them tap the tar, before they take off and fly again. They are fit as a fiddle. My whole body is. I am in the best shape of my life.My middle name

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Ahem... I am not usually one to drop names.... but, for Juliet @ Storymoja, I will. She wrote the letter below but I am po[a]sting it on my blog... so there. If the names Verdadero, Zaidi, Partington.... etcetera... mean anything to you, then you know I knows people who know people. If they don't, well... you need to do your homework. Show up at the Hay Festival and meet them... who knows, they

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= Back due to public demand... yes farmgal ... u do qualify as the public, unless of course you'd rather make a private demand:) We are dedicating this post in part to the dearly departed, specifically my cousin's cousin Kariuki, who accidentally passed away recently.... And JOINTly to my dread sistaz in KL... puff puff n pass it on:) So.... I went to Jersey254 two weekends ago and all I

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I rolled on as the sky grew darkI put the pedal down to make some timeTheres something good waitin down this roadIm pickin up whatever is mineYeah runnin down a dreamThat never would come to meWorkin on a mystery, goin wherever it leadsIm runnin down a dreamTom Petty and the Heartbreakers - Runnin' down a dreamI stand here... in front of my bathroom mirror... still slightly out of breath. I stare

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Who coulda known that great food could fill the soul so well? The makers of Soul Food were on to something, that's for sure.

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'You can do this, if you want to. the only prerequisite is that you really want to. You don't have to be in shape - you don't even have to like to run. You only have to be willing to make yourself a priority equal to all the others in your life for 16-20 weeks. If you follow the training program as outlined in this book you will finish a marathon! And it will be an experience that will change

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(Addendum to prior post) Running, I'm finding, is quite liberating. I am so sore..... all my muscles, some I had no idea even existed, are speaking out.... nah, shouting in protest is more like it. On the other hand, I am now living fast.... like literally. Went drinking last night and what do you know, I already caught up with my hangover and overtook it. I can actually look back and smile...

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Ya running and ya running And ya running away. Ya running and ya running, But ya can't run away from yourself Can't run away from yourself - Bob Marley Well... after buying $100.00 running shoes...and other miscellaneous running accessories, I sure hope Bob Marley didn't know what the hell he was talking about. After all, in this race I'm running, the only person I gotta beat is me...

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So today I woke up at like 7:00 a.m WTF! On my day off, come now... But no problem, I was on my way back to lala land in minutes.... that is till I remembered this girl I'd been chatting with on Bearshare last night (or was that this morning?), before I drifted off. Long of it, at 8:30 I was huffing and puffing as I jogged past my workplace, trying to keep up with my jogging partner, who seems

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Thank God for English… Tonight, I graduate..… Oh wait… Am I getting ahead of myself. Tonight it’s the pinning ceremony, Saturday is the graduation. But the pinning, I’m told, is infinitely more significant to the nursing students…So, today I’ll be all decked out, minus the gown and cap… those ones my friend Anne has to wear… after-all, she’s the one who tirelessly went thru the motions of

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"A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it." -- W. D. Howells Yesterday morning found me hiding from yet another looming hangover – as I fought a losing battle (an epic one so to speak), clutching desperately at an elusive mother’s day post that had been gnawing at my conscious for the past few days... all in vain. The words were,

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Post title inspired by Bob Marley's song of the same title.... There is no corelation btwn post and title... so don't look for it. This past valentines, once again feeling the pressure (mine own) to post something profound, I went looking to one of the greatest lovers that have entertained the world and all I found was a title. Not that there wasn't in his huge discography enough lyrics to

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First and foremost, ladies and gentlemen, let me start by saying how sorry I am that I am late and unprepared for this auspicious occasion. Usually, while I have been known to be late on more than a few occasions, it has been a great source of pride and joy for me to know that I have never once been late because of being unprepared… As a matter of fact I have on all those said occasions been

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This ruminating business sure is paying off. On the 9th day it has occurred to me that I actually have an eating disorder….. I know, I know… whoever heard of an African with an eating disorder. But well… the symptoms are quite distinct, I think, and indicative of this condition which my limited medical vocabulary has led me to resort to layman’s terms – short term memory loss. Presented with food

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.... on life and it's uncanny ability to remind us in some not so subtle ways that we are not as in control as we would like to think we are. So here I am seated at my desk shuffling papers back n forth from one part of it to the other wondering why the heck life seems to be so sucky at this particular moment.My girl, God bless her sweet soul, is miles away; my local clandes, for lack of a better

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A somber, or should I say sobering, moment infront of my mirror this morning led to the realization that I cannot, with a good conscience, continue to put off that make-over job I've been procrastinating on these past few years. Due to that long-standing absolute law of economics otherwise AKA Opportunity Cost, I have to choose between doing up my hair and toning up my body. Both should,hopefully

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Wonderful Bossain't that an oxymorona contradictionof ample proportiona caricaturea metaphoric contortionset upon meby a spiteful corporationto crack that whipkeep me forever in motion(sic)

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Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck by the difference between what things are and what they ought to be. --William HazlittAnd there I was thinking that the reason I cry when watching movies by myself or reading touching stories had something to do with me being overly sensitive; and that my ability to laugh at the drop of a joke was due to my

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after waiting in vain for my considerate friends to tag me, I've decided to take matters into my own hand and tagged myself. Oh Yes I just did. Amma do the four things tag thing but since I tagged myself, I'll only follow the rules I fancy. .FOUR THINGS I’M PASSIONATE ABOUTPassionate... Well I don't know... I tried to put passion... intense passion into everything and everyone I did...

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"I too only have one love, but unlike Our Kid...mine is drinking... it is after I drink that I suffer from these illusions of talent... I start to think that I can dance, sing, charm etcetera etcetera... And fortunately or unfortunately, I sometimes think I can write and actually attempt to" Kei commenting on Shiko's post on blogging under the influence.So what do you get when you cross fresh

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"Cuckaa kooo...koooo" an overzealous cockerel, quite intent on delivering in its self appointed role as my rouser, takes a few seconds to regain its breath before starting all over...... "cuckaa....."There is little comfort in this unwelcome intrusion as I struggle to gather my wits about me: I am hanging precariously over a bottomless precipice, my right hand clutching desperately at the last

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I was watching O do his thing at Congress tonight and I couldn't help but acknowledge that he really is good for the country... though perhaps not for the same reasons that you are thinking of. See, even though we all know that Obesity has reached pandemic proportions here and that heart disease is almost as sure as taxes, still, most of us are reluctant to take up an exercise regimen to battle

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Hi peeps! Hope all's well with y'all and that like me, you survived Valentines in one piece and with something to show for it.... This being, in my case, disappointment and an empty wallet.... Oh yeah and a rueful grin that I've been explaining away these past two days, even as I try to figure out where to get money to pay off my creditors who are totally unsympathetic....What do they know about

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Hi Peeps... for those who've been worrying, wondering what the hell happened to me... Well, here I am, very much alive and brimming with energy; ready to take on this new year with... ahem!... gusto! For those of you who had not been worrying.... Well, fret not, for there was nothing to worry about.... other than, that is, worry itself.... Oh! Oh! and that usurper that has taken to impersonating

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Hope it is going well for all y'all and that not only did Santa come visiting this past X-Mass, but that he brought at least one of the items on your lists. Speaking of which, some of you may recall this, the infamous list that Kei started sometime early last year. Well, it turns out that he never quite completed the darn list. He actually didn't go further than the silly clock he had mentioned

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Kei is cooking... according to his latest status on fb. Facebook, he is pleased to note, (not quite sure why he would be pleased but drinking usually makes him easy to please, and he's been drinking some this evening) has become so popular it is turning out to be quite a phenomena. Kind of like uhmmm... can't quite think of anything even close..... But it's not like he's paying me to write this

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Apparently yes way. Ten O'clock, which on regular Friday mornings would find me finally settling down to actually working, after wasting an hour n a half having breakfast and searching the internet in earnest for the motivation to work, found me this morning settling down on my couch, wondering for a bit what the hell to do with myself. Being one of what was termed, non-essential staff, I was

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Having arrived at the movies ten minutes late... typical you might say, we found the movie already started. I don't think we missed much other than the previews which to me are usually the best parts but what can I say. Anyway, the first full minute of the movie... a scene that started with a young aboriginal boy swimming in a river, with a black stallion.... which then cut to the kid on the same

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Not this one anyway... besides I was slow and for the most part unsure. Unsure on what story exactly I wanted to tell, unsure of how to tell it and unsure of who it was I was telling it to. "Mhhmmm! Sounds like a lame excuse to me own eyes... But what to do? Tis the only one I got, so 'twill have to do fi now."I did not do nearly half as well as I had hoped to do, and by the time I figured out

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Character, I once heard someone say, is sticking at something long after the mood in which one began it is gone...... Speaking of which, stuck is what I am feeling at the moment. Stuck in what, you may ask. Well, in an endless loop; a vicious cycle of sorts... I am finding that my imagination is not, as I had naively imagined, limitless; and I'm constantly fishing into my memory bank which, as

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I did it people... well, sort of; kinda. It is the middle of the night or early morning... 3:43A.M. exactly as I type this here post and I have just passed an incidental milestone. Every time my story comes to a halt, both on paper and in my head, my first reflex is to hit the tool button and find out my current word-count. This last time I noticed that I just reached 50,000 and something

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So... one week and 3 pep-talks later, I have managed a measly 3000 and someth'n words of a story whose plot and direction has completely eluded me. I am feeling like I probably would be half an hour into running a marathon - after a five year hiatus from the exercise world....... worn, winded and out of my depth. Of course that is no excuse to throw in the towel... but I am keeping mine handy (

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It is with a thick lump in my throat that I sit to write this post. My screen is blurry... with tears of thousands, transmitted over the airwaves; it is hard to see, with the flurry of activity.... the fanfare that has taken over my T.V., how many of the electoral votes were cast for me. But that is of no consequence.... apparently, from listening to Senator McCain's albeit touching speech, I

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Well.. not quite yet. Some breakfast will have to do for now. Kick off was 7 hours ago and like some of you (Neema) predicted, I got off to a beautiful start. I have written down about five words so far... which is not good going by any stretch of the imagination. But write I have started... and taking a lesson from the infamous character of our folklore - Kaka Sungura, I know that kutangulia sio

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"To achieve great things, two things areneeded: a plan, and not quite enough time."--Leonard BernsteinSeeing how I only have one.... the latter, and not the plan, I am so tempted to settle for a not so great thing. But thank goodness for loop-holes. The said plan does not have to be a great plan... or even a good one at that.... right?It only needs to be one... a plan. So here is me making a plan

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So I have two days.... well, one and a half to be precise seeing as how today is almost done... before the start of that writing challenge that I signed up for.... for all the wrong reasons I may add. Actually, I take that back. I signed up because I recognized the contest from last year... and since I had signed up last year, I figured the reasons I had then were still as good this year. I am

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I don't know about all y'all but come November 4th... Guess who I'll be voting for....Change. And you can say that again.I say its high time we got rid of this partisan politicking and went for a safe middle of the line candidate whose voting record in the Senate is beyond reproach. Who is yet to take a single dollar of public or lobbyist funding. Whose name does not automatically identify him to

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That..... was the title of a post I started yesterday but only got as far as the title; which my muse took quite literally... and seriously... dying to live again today.That, now, is the title of my novel.... well, will be. I, today, signed up for nanowrimo2008.... just like I did last year at around the same time. The idea behind it, if you be too lazy to click on the link, being to write a

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Sitting here in LimboWaiting for the tide to turn.Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,So many things I've got to learn.Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,But I know that my faith will lead me on.Sitting here in LimboWaiting for the dice to roll.Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo,Still got some time to search my soul.Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance,But I know that my faith will lead

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Meme SchmemeAs copied from Beth's blog. She said there were no rules to it. I meant to change the words but lacked the mental energy to think of any. So here goes....Accent: Yeah... I do have a sexy twang, if I may say so myself. I'm still working at rolling my mother tongue tongue around those r's. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrret me reave this one arone. Next will be the ers.Booze: I don't know who

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The clouds are hanging low... much lower than they usually do. It's not the lowest I've seen them... but it's mighty close. They are so low..... that they've obscured everything else; even the ever-recedeing horizon is not in sight. Dark... and heavy... Heavyset with gloom, filling the air with a sense of foreboding. The silver lining... if at all they have one... invisible, and while on occasion

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People pls....Vote for your right to exerciseExercise your right to Vote

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I am half-way thru the worst hour of my Monday... lunch hour. Well, our receptionist / operator's lunch hour. It is my day to relieve her and that my friends is a nightmare. But that is neither here nor there.... or is it?The weather outside is gorgeous.... unlike this past soggy weekend. Mother-nature flicking a birdie at we? Who knows... right? Well, so it was one lousy weekend... weather-wise,

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No... it's not my current state of mind... and no it is not what this post is about, at least not entirely.That was the name of a movie I watched over a couple of nights this week. Yes, it was very long. I could do a review, but I find it rather difficult to write those. Besides, that too was not what this post was supposed to be about. No, I still don’t know what this post was about. But, for

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I think I've been in the sugar business for too long; I'd forgotten the taste of real honey!

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8:30 A.M. (Fri - Sep 5th, 08)I think I owe someone an apology.....'Fifee Dearest.... I know you called me last night. I know because at 12:04 A.M. I looked at the call history and the last call I received was yours. Before that, there were four missed calls. I don't know if we talked at all... well, the call duration was 5.20 min - thank God for technology, so we must have talked. I am hoping

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Yes.... I went and I saw. Did I get a worthy date? Well, I'm not so sure they were worthy... but nevertheless, what they may have lacked in quality they sure made up in quantity.... Yes, I had me two girls and no they did not know each other before last night.... though, I must say they do have a lot in common.... other than knowing me that is. They are two from my post on opposites. For a few

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Pull up the vibes that you're playing,Can you play some more, can you play some more.Lift it up, jock it up, pull it up, come again now,Can you play some more, can you play some more.Yes, you got me rocking in a corner,With all the lights turn down low.Can't express how mi glad mi come on ya,I've never seen so much good vibes flow.Everyone inside is like family, yeah,I see no strangers around.The

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Brains attract me; if only I knew what to do with.....Soni.. my friend's cousins' friend who though we never took classes together, we did at one point attend the same school. Now, while I'm still aspiring to aspire to be something worthwhile, she's teaching at Northeastern.... yes, the college - and about to embark on her PHD in some sciences or the other.Kui.. who I met through this cousin of

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It is a hard road to travel... and a mighty long way to go.The horizon keeps fading and the terrain's getting more rugged. Persevere they say... and persevere I must. What choices I have.... keep walking or burst.The pack's done left me... a straggler in their wake. And the vultures are circling..... I cannot afford to take a break.

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So what do you do when life seems to be coming at you too fast?Do you raise your arms in hopeless defense… surrender; Or do you raise your puny fists…. clenched in defiance. Do you try to duck… and hope and pray, that you don’t stumble and fall; Do you turn and run… as fast as you can, not daring to look back, lest you find that it’s right at your heels, and you about to be overran….. Or do you

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-151418561888944752008-07-22T13:50:00.005-04:002008-07-22T14:33:03.347-04:00

I always wondered why people in New-England were so cold and impersonal.... figured it must be something to do with the cold winters. Now I think I know the truth. Its because they are not happy.Nah.. I shouldn't say that. Perhaps they are happy in their own peculiar way. What I should say is that they have not known true joy. That joy that you can only find in the en(joy)ment of a good ripe

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-20418393815231705472008-07-17T10:31:00.001-04:002008-07-17T10:33:21.725-04:00

That was the in-your-face ending question in 'Wanted'; that new movie with Angelina Hottie Jolie and Morgan Freeman. I happened to watch it twice (the things we do for love) on that July 4th weekend... I'm counting Thursday night as part of that Oh so long weekend.So what have I done lately?Mmhmmm! Well, I have not shot anyone down in cold blood.... but I did shoot somebody's advances down

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-29459559168746630782008-07-10T12:45:00.007-04:002008-07-11T08:55:56.949-04:00

Scree ...eech! The Limo abruptly pulls into the allotted space outside the bookstore. It's an 07 Cadillac Escalade... long and old in this day. The guy that I rented it from said it was the only one he had available... the pompous ass he was. Like I hadn't seen the fleet of brand new S-Class Mercs at the back... and he had the nerve to point out that I did not have enough clout....Ati..... "its

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-59364484688190578022008-07-02T05:51:00.006-04:002008-07-02T06:21:30.687-04:00

My nights are getting shorter..... my days longer and my dreams weirder!Three mornings now, I have woken up from dreams where my last thought has been.... "Why the hell am I dreaming with my workmates?"... only to find that it's barely 6 A.M. And that after having gone to sleep less than five hours before. And no, Crystal, this has not been after drinking the prev night.

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-57606408287917345812008-06-30T22:33:00.005-04:002008-06-30T23:28:08.757-04:00

Here's to a happy July.June came and June went.... just like that.We survived... A little bent, perhaps, but break we did not.The landlord's still waiting for my rent....My drink's all but gone flat.......We'll toss it out the window....The month and the flat drink both.Libation to my @$$hole of a neighbour, downstairs.Happy July all y'all.

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-81355743405721138542008-06-17T23:58:00.010-04:002008-06-18T01:24:52.749-04:00

Final proof that Kobe is not the best basket-ball player in the world.....Go 2008 Champions

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The sins of the fathers, have visited from old The never ending circle, of people bought and sold So the wretched of the earth, will huddle from the cold As the ship a full goes sailing, and motion back as goldAnd amongst them I walked... shuffled more like it. Head shamefully bowed, eyes permanently fixed, to a spot two yards ahead of me, staring down, avoiding any eye contact lest I met a

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-35835094454695269452008-06-16T07:14:00.002-04:002008-06-16T07:31:41.333-04:00

The last time I went over the edge.... it was a long way down... and I had no control over my descent... as a matter of fact I had hit the bottom before I could figure out what the hell was going on. And when I hit it, I hit it hard. I was left a broken man, with a broken body and even worse a broken spirit.... And angry..... a timid anger at self... fueled by self loathing. A timidity that saw

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-72723279404686733322008-06-10T09:14:00.003-04:002008-06-10T10:07:02.020-04:00

Howdy peeps... hope you all good and keeping cool... or warm depending on what side of this mother we fondly refer to as earth you are on. As for me.... I am home on a Tuesday morning .... 9:19 as we speak, contemplating what to do with my free self after I get my molars and premolars cleaned... professionally. I took the day off knowing that I'd need a day to recuperate from my long weekend....

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Many a voice have taken refuge in my head... the intellect, the sluggard, the mumbler and the restless... the sensible one and the senseless and the reckless and the coward, yeah him too.... And they all be talking, but I know not what they be saying

KKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05345266124450058730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3235731200586820559.post-85345174142863422002008-05-20T19:52:00.003-04:002008-05-20T20:06:15.650-04:00

Please tell me.... If I ain't heading that way, what does it matter then where the true north is?

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Kevin Lomax: God dammit, what did you do to my wife?John Milton: Well, on a scale of one to ten... ten being the most depraved act of sexual theatre known to man... one being your average Friday night run-through at the Lomaxes' household... I'd say, not to be immodest, Mary Ann and I got it on at about... [counts on his fingers]John Milton: ... seven."What movie is this?" I ask the gentleman

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