tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-161862532012-02-12T11:33:17.544+03:00WHATEVER I feel!!tomasnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16186253.post-54773321153630294612012-01-30T19:05:00.001+03:002012-01-30T19:05:44.833+03:00

Tha daggers have been drawn the paint has been applied; Fuck it's even been splashed on. This is not going to be pretty. I am getting ready for war. This is classic David against Goliath. The good thing about my opponent is that he feels he as more power then he actually does. This is because I have not been known to be confrontational. I feel bad for him. He should have picked on someone else.

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It is said you never know the value of a thing until you lose it. I cannot begin to say how much I appreciate the company of my fellow man. In this context the word man refers to the male gender of the species and not mankind in general. I have been stuck in the office for a few weeks now with a bunch of women, and had it not been for the beautiful invention we call earphones, I  would have lost

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There is a belief in the world that I live in that good guys finish last.... and the bad boys come first. However the statement should not be taken as truth. I am coming to realise that there are guys that don't finish at all. To them the race might as well not be run. These are the dudes that fill in the numbers. They are loved by all women; just enough to be their friends. They are then

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This week I have made several mistakes and they seem to compound itself. The most crucial is with lady M. I seek to redress those ills tomorrow, when I see her. I pray all goes well. However this post is not abou that, but rather the situation I find myself in. A pal of mine who I worked with recently got a new job. It's a good job, nice benefits etc. The best part is that they are earning 3

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Happy 2012 readers I write this from a slightly inebriated state... Yes I am well aware that today is the 3rd of January. I return to work tomorrow. (tongue out!!) I sat down and tried to recall all the times I have walked up to a lady and told her that I liked her.  In my opinion it is the single most difficult thing I have had to do. Over and over again. I hope I have done it for the last time

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I have never considered Christmas as a time for giving and receiving gifts. That happened only in TV land where all the people were in America. As I grew up, Christmas was a time to  spend with family and possibly a few friends. We would share a meal together, have a few laughs and reminisce on the year that was. The routine has been more or less the same over the past decade or so and so this

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The past few weeks have been rather odd. I had exams; and as always I was not worried. I have been out having fun more times in the last 4 weeks that I did for the rest of the year. Met a few new people, some who I find particularly interesting. Things have been rather tough at the office which means I have actually enjoyed work; It's boring when it's easy. There has been a bit of a shift in my

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I was to continue with this post a few weeks ago, but I didn't and the whole gist of it was lost. That's life. Let me summarise it quickly. To my friends and aquaintances, I am known as different people A smooth dude (probably true) A kind person (I can be caring) A rude bastard () A rich guy A miser man A huslter A party animal A happy-go-lucky-guy Organised and meticulous A lazy bum Rigid and

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I am the kind of person who talks to many people sharing many tit bits of my life with anyone who'd bother to listen to me. Yet I have somehow mastered how to do this and leave people completely clueless as to who I truly am. A friend of mine once realised this when they met me at a function with a mutual friend who they described as "The last person I'd expect you to know" and this trend follows

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When I woke up this morning I knew I had to post something. I did not know what I would put up and the content of what I wanted to post changed as often as the hours in the day, but one thing was constant what, or rather who was on my mind. It might not be the best thing to do, but I have tried what I think is safe and it's freaking boring so let me dive in head first... I still wake up and

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Today was a strange Monday... I woke up early. Usually I snooze my alarm for about half an hour before crawling out of bed, sometimes literally, in the direction of the bathroom. However, today I simply switched off the alarm and got up. As I was brushing my shoes, I noticed a hole on the side. The leather next to the sole was cut.... It was one that I had been expecting for a few months now. I

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I am frustrated. Recent attempt to get certain things started have been failing. While my attempts at overcoming the thorn in my side have also fallen short (this is of particular worry to me as it is literally killing me with every passing day). This leaves me stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place. I cannot seem to go forward neither can I regress. I am motionless. I hate being at

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This of course refers to the fact that I am a virgin. Yes!! I am a Kenyan man on the other side of 25 and I have never had sex with a woman. Any woman. There is a story behind that and today I will tell it. It began with my upbringing. I was raised by parents who are staunch christians. They said that sex was the devils act (Picture Waterboy's mother) and if I indulged in it I would go to hell.

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I work in an office with 4 other women and one dude!! The dude is on leave and I am left to wallow in stories about clothes, fashion, colour schemes and house cleaning. My only reprieve is my earphones. I am beginning to memorise all the rock songs on my computer!! The other dude has been away for 2 days now, but it feels like a month. Previously, my sister had asked me why men can't hang out for

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This has not been the best of months by a long way. A lot of this is down to myself, but also I have been postponing many things. Things that I should have approached a long time ago, but decided to ignore hoping that somehow things will sort themselves out.... How wrong I was. Anyway. It is now crunch time and I have decided to bite the bullet. The consequences might turn out to be more than I

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When I was younger, most cellphones that were in the market had a green screen. A few models came out with orange, white and even red screens, but for the most part all most people could afford was a single colour display. A while later, coloured screens were introduced and it became the in thing to have when buying a phone. Now, a coloured screen is common place and the expectations for what

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There are very few people around me who I interact with regularly and even fewer can actually tell when I am having a good day or pretending to have one. Of late I have not been having good days. Instead I have been walking round as if  all is right with the world. Such is life. During this period, things took a turn for the worse and I made a few silly decisions that I know shall regret later,

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We haven't talked lately. It's all my fault I have been a bad man lately. and I have done this knowingly and willingly. I won;t use the excuse of being tempted by the devil. No!! This was all me. To be honest a part of me loved it. Especially the bit where I dug up old wounds poured vinegar on them and sat in the sun embracing the pain that I have so long suppressed. Pain that has grown with

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I have kept away from the blog from a while very purposely. I have wanted to post, but even I didn't want to come back and reread what was on my mind. So, I kept away, hoping that this was just a phase, but I realise now that maybe it was meant to be.... Note 1 Have you ever felt a loss of self worth? I have. It's not a good thing when you realise that you have lost value in the eyes of anyone.

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This was going to be a shite post.... I had all the anger desperation and emotions rolling around in me. the gun was loaded and cocked, but he gun was at home. At some point I wasn't going to do a post, but than some security guard pissed the hell out of me that I just had to post... the dude wanted to lock us into a compound just because of his own stupidity. Bastard!! This, coupled with my ever

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I am not in a good place. I seem to find myself at a crucial point in my life. I have two choices to make: To follow the path that I know that I should follow, that which God wants me to, but somehow I feel inclined to walk the devils path. Why? You might ask? Why would I want to walk down a dimly lit path full of pain and anguish. Well, it is definitely not to spit in the face of all those who

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I am tired and sick. I seem to be coming down with a cold and the worst days of these month are still before me. yes I am acutely aware that it is only the 3rd. This bloody cold has been threatening since Friday. Where the hell did it come from? However, in the spirit of being positive, I remain grateful for the blessings that God has put in my life. Today I got the results of an assignment that

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I met a friend of mine on Monday evening. We were chatting about various things and of course given the stage in life that we find ourselves in, the topic of marriage came up. Now when it comes to relationships, I play my cards pretty close to the chest. So I went ahead and gave a her my strategic vision 2015 (last year it was 2014) and she went on to bash my grandiose plans and tell me how I

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One of the writers that I admire in the moderna age is Malcom Gladwell. I do not enjoy his reading for how he puts things, but rather the thoughts that he acuatllu puts down. One of his pieces is titled How David Beats Goliath When underdogs break the rules. Basically he tries to show how David beats Goliath by not playin by Goliaths rules, but by disturbing the environment and playing to his

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I spent part of Saturday with my B... It was beautiful. I took her to our favourite spot, that being anywhere she can be found, and I did not want to let her go, even though I knew that she needed to leave. Of late, it has become increasingly difficult to meet and share a laugh or two, and every moment I can grab with her is one that I carry in my heart until I next see her again. I had really

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Believe it or not, the origin of this entire rant came from denial of facebook... In the 1960's Douglas McGregor came up with a theory of motivation known as Theory X Theory Y to describe the two contrasting models of motivating a workforce. Theory X assumes employees are inherently lazy and will avoid work if they can and that they inherently dislike work Theory Y  assumes employees may be

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Where do I start? I am writing this post in order to avoid going out and shooting these guys with a rubberband and a rolled up piece of paper just like I used to secretly shoot the bully in primary school. Or that kid that I didn't like because he looked funny (And no jokes about me seeing my reflection in the mirror) I digress. I have two issues with our leaders this week. The first is this.

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I have had this blog for over 5 years now. And I have not been very serious about it most of the time. I treat it like I treat many things in my life, a seasonal indulgence that I shall leave as soon as I get bored and return to as soon as I realise that I do actually have something good going on. There have been several reasons why I have not been as consistent as I ought to be. First is a

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Tuesday evening was a strange one.... I left work expecting to meet up with a pal for drinks. So I headed to the spot where we were to meet and chilled for her. After meeting a few friends who happened to work in the building I eventually gave up and left... not really caring if she called or not. I know I am desperate for friends, but I wasn't going to wait forever... Too much pride. Anyway, I

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To all the naggers out there... Quit asking because nobody wants you to know.You wont be getting any answers, just a wall of silence. Quit asking because they dont want to open the door.All you seem to do is force you way into places you aren't wanted. Don't ask or you might realise the truth.The truth that you are really not that important. You might want to live a lie for this round. Dont ask

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It has been a busy day. I meant to put this up earlier, but got carried away with trying to minimise the cost of procrastination... so many things are left pending My foul mood finally lifted. thanks to two things. 1. I figured out what it was that was making me angry... turns out I wasn't angry, just disappointed. I felt let down by 2 people who are really close to me and it hurt. It wasn't

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Monday morning. I am back to the office (not that I expected anything else) and for some reason, I am not feeling this environment at all. One of my workmates is a chic with a voice like a child that's irritating me. Not the voice itself, but her!! It irks me when people are not serious with their work when you are trying to teach them something. And to make it worse, she's busy dodging duties

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I have been in a foul mood for the past three days; barring some moments where I had to interact with some people, where I did an amazing job of convincing them that the sun shines in my life. I have not bothered to hide my true feelings to some. And it is written all over my face. The reason for this is linked to 2 different incidents that occurred on Thursday: one in the morning, the other in

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I am at a point of fear. Fear of a loss that has not happened, but I keep being told will happen. I am a person who rarely commits to people; be it friendships or relationships, but when I do, I go in deep. And right now I am deeper than I have ever been and I am not even in an actual relationship. I am filled with fear. I fear that the amazing time I have spent over the last few months with my B

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This is part of the surprise... I haven't posted in a while for various reasons, but none are good enough. This post is dedicated to my no. 1 fan. The one who has read my blog more than any one else... Who you are..... You are the holder of the most powerful smiley jutsu in the world!! (I'm sure it'd smite some ninja who covers his mouth any day) You are the  strongest person in the world, by

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5 Ways To Know You're Playing The Heskey Role With Chicks I know someone....hahahaha!!!

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I don't know. I havent botherd to find out. somehow the allure of life has faded like the light in the evening. Colours seem to be less bright. I see more of the greys than the oranges and reds; or could it be my eyes? Maybe its the continuous hours I spend at work. and while they have taken a huge toll on my body, I am distracted from other things going on (or not going on) around me and

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Yeah it's one of those mornings. I do not particularly want to do anything, but as an employee I must turn up and work. It seems to me that my weekend has just followed me into Monday. Both the good and bad. Saturday = the bad. I had a headache all of Saturday and didn't leave home because of it, the bloody thing seems to have found new life this morning, although with less strength. It's the

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Let me begin by saying that I am not successful in relationships. My dismal record speaks for itself. However, my failure has taught me a thing or two... and after all I am a man I was speaking to a friend of mine the other day and he mentioned to me how he was putting a lot of effort into wooing a particular lady. We sat and shared stories of the silly things we did in the name of love; and they

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If this weekend was to have a theme behind it, I think the theme would be called laggard. I being the laggard. I happened to bump into a group of old friends on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And as is usual of people one hasn't seen in a while the question of "what's new?"seemed to come up quite often. Unfortunately my answers were always based on future hopes and dreams not on anything that's

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We are all liars every single one of us. and the funny thing is that the people we tend to lie to the most are those that we care about. Those that we do not want to disappoint. but somehow we still end up doing it. when I think of my own life and the way I have lied to many people, more often than not it is to save face and nothing more.  Some of the things that I have lied about are; what I

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I begin this post with alot that I want to say but I do not even know where to start. Ever been in one of those situations where you know you can speak non stop for the next few hours on various things, but you cannot start? Well, that's me. This blog is my outlet, the place where I try to be myself even when I am not. It's the place that I pour out  my happiness, joy, fear and all other emotions

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...and the memories therein The sitting room: where I entertain myself reading writing blogging (only really entertained visitors thrice in 2 years)... and of late a place of rest sleep. My bedroom: a place I sleep. although of late it's more of a changing room, and store for my clothes The toilet: A happy place. The one place I always walk out feeling better than when I walked in (somehow farts

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I have been looking for a break form the normalcy of my life and today I got it. I took a trip out of town with some friends. I just called up slim and he mentioned he was headed out of town to visit a friend. so I accompanied him. It was an interesting trip. I got to see places that I have only heard of. Ate some giant sized chapatis and make anew friend. Later, this evening, when I got to town,

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I asked myself that question many times over the period of my long life. There are many times when I sit down and ask myself, 'Why bother?" times when I want to give up. Why bother to brush my shoes only to have them covered in dust 5 minutes away from the house. Why bother putting a lot of effort into something only to have it shot down again and again? why try the second third or fourth time?

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Last year can be described in one word SHIT!! It started off brilliantly... I was on quite a high. the colours were brighter, the sun shone and I generally enjoyed life. But somewhere along the line something broke and the world turned to shit... I found myself in a dark place that I have yet to fully cut away from. I am so far from healing This year started pretty much awesome, and I honestly

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Yes I have not blogged in a while. There is plenty I want to say and scream about, but I have not had time. I do have a few drafts in the background, but I shall not be bringing them out any time soon. No matter how much you may want to bring some things out in the open, there is a time and place for everything. And while this could be the place, I know it is definitely not the time. To sound

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Excluding a few that I may have deleted along the way this is my 200th post (I am not sure if that includes a couple of drafts) I celebrate this milestone by means of the chorus to a simple song that God put in my heart yesterday. Count your blessings, name them one by one,Count your blessings, see what God hath done!Count your many blessings name them one by oneAnd it will surprise you what the

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You want us to be together, but you fear that by doing that you will be making me compromise on me... maybe you don’t know me well enough. Or maybe you feel that you don’t deserve to be loved, because of the things you may have done in the past. Maybe this is your way of punishing herself... Punishment is over. It’s time to move on.Why don’t you want me to know you? What is this thing that you’re

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So sick!!

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About 4 years ago I had had it with my life. I had been rejected by two women (boo hoo). One of whom I loved very very dearly... I had few friends (still do anyway) School was terrible. I was fighting some personal demons of my own. It was not a good place to be. Especially with everyone around me announcing one success after another... It seemed life had chosen for Murphy to be my best friend. I

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Who is this  girl that's been on my mind all day? This girl who I can't seem to stop thinking about? The one I do not want to stop thinking about...Who is this that I know so little off, but who knows me so well? And why do I find myself constantly drawn to her side?Who is this amazing person who sacrifices time and money to take me on errands that have little to do with her? Who is it that

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I was going through the process of filling in school admission forms the other day when I came across a file that carries my academic records all the way back to my first Nursery school report form. I absolutely loved the comments my teachers put in my report card back then. "He can count up to 20" " He is active in class" "He is a promising student" "His skills are forming" Back then, the

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Jumping straight to the point. Like the rest of you I grew up knowing love as what I watched on TV, movies and various novels. I was a fool. I grew up watching real love, but not knowing it. I was blinded by the system as to what real love really is. I watched my parents as they loved us and loved each other and I learnt the following things Love is not a feeling. My aunt once asked me, "what

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A thought crossed my mind this evening. The world as we know it is not the best place sometimes. terrible things happen, and they happen to all of us. The problem is that sometimes we blame ourselves for the bad that happens to us. I'm not talking about where we play with matches and get burnt, but rather where we have people who hurt us out of their own evil nature and yet we end up blaming

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There is one thing that can be held constant in any man's life; it is change. Nothing remains constant and continues to exist. Even the seemingly immovable rock is eroded by the weather for change is a must. In my life lately these signs have been becoming more and more clear as time goes on. Old things are losing the high place they once held in your life and new and exciting things taking the

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I went to church today. Hurray!! It was a good time. I have not enjoyed church for a long time. Probably because I have not been in a church service for a long time. This was a welcome change. The pastor I was speaking from the book of Romans chapter 8. I cannot tell you all of what he was talking about, but I do remember one thing he did speak about. He spoke about suffering and strife. How as a

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The waves have come and crashed on the shore, dragging it with them back to the sea, It is washed away, into the deep sea. Maybe never to be seen again on this land...Maybe. He still holds hope. Hope as fickle as a match light in a strong wind. And with it's departure, his soul sinks. He droops his head low cursing the elements. Standing there at that lonely beach. Watching helplessly as the

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I have been unwell for the last few days. There is nothing I dislike more in this world than spending the entire night awake in pain that just won't go. Not that I thing there is anyone who would enjoy the experience. But I shall spare you the gory details. Those belong to the doctor. Anyway I had not been feeling well since Last week Monday, but I hoped against all hope that things would improve

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Definitely worth a listen

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A good friend of mine was on the receiving end of a tongue lashing a while back on the relationships that he has had with the female kind. Poor man. The Genesis of this entire story is that he had a platonic female friend as do we all at some point in life, and he was really tight with her. They'd hang out quite a bit; actually almost every other day. At some point, it was almost daily. According

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This post is almost a one of those self help things that you come across on the internet. I believe I have more than 2 cents to add to this topic. I have been battling an addiction now for well over a year. Only 2 other people know about it. Although I think one may have forgotten. Which is fine with me anyway. At some point I would rarely go 2 days without indulging, especially at some point

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Yes I'm there again. As the weeks have moved along, the urge has grown even stronger. My mind is occupied every single time with this thing called sex. In case there is a doubt. I am a virgin, but only in the physical sense; my mind crossed that bridge a long time ago. To try and control this urge I have taken a few steps, but they only seem to be delaying the inevitable rather than stop it. As I

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This has not been a very good week for me. I was down sick for a while. Physically that is. Some would argue Mentally and I would tend to agree with them just for this week. It was a week that saw a bad side of me come out. I am not proud of it in the least, but in a way I am relieved that I was not shown the door for misbehaviour. However, what follows is punishment. And I believe that this is

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Yesterday was a public holiday. I enjoyed it in bed with a cold and fever. It was so much fun. I think a rerun is required. It started the previous day. I got home at 6:00pm and was in bed in half an hour. I awoke at 12:30am and couldn't sleep till 6:00am. I then re awoke at around 10:00 to do particularly nothing and spent most of the day blacking in and out of consiousness... (must be the

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Yes it is annoying, but I wouldn't call it little. I have a tendency. Whenever a someone close to me is going through a difficult time (or I assume that they are) I tend to get in their face pestering them about this and that. Wanting to know what's up and how I can help. I know it's an annoying habit, I usually realise that I am a bother or annoying after I pull back and take a look at how I can

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this is a story of a boy and a bottle of alcohol My first taste of alcohol was a sachet of a very bitter brew known as Safari Cane. I was in high school and I needed to impress the boys. Prove to them that I was no woos. I really didn't drink much back then I was more of a show and tell person. Instead my favourite past times were playing truant and meeting girls. I loved all girls. I would not

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"Always look on the bright side of life...." Anyone remember that jingle. As a child I loved it. I used to whistle along to the tune... looking at the bright side of life. but then I grew up. I discovered what was once possible was now impossible. I got beat down, injured insulted, scarred just like everyone else. My childhood spirit gave in to the downside of life and that was that. A look at

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"I no longer love you.... I don't know why. But I no longer do" Those were some of the most painful words that I had ever been told. It wasn't the "I no longer love you" part that pierced my heart, no. That was not as bad as not knowing what I had done to deserve it. How it suddenly came from the blue. And how the fuck she new she did not love me, but still did not know why. It was that pain

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This is a prayer to a very special mother out there who currently isn't feeling too well Dear Lord I pray for this mother. That you will raise her from her sick bed. Release her from these chains of  sickness that the devil tries to bind her with. Make her whole again and give her back the strength of her body that she will continue to serve you. Touch her body, just that single touch that

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I never want to see you cry again... I never want to see you hurt... I never want you to go through this alone again. Once was bad. Twice was worse and the third time absolutely killed me inside. Three; that is the number of times that I have seen you cry. Three, the same number of times you cried without shedding a tear. Three; the number of times my heart has been torn from my chest and bled

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I am a freak!! I say this without any remorse or guilt because I find that to be true of my life. The thing is all of us pretend for one reason or another that we are better in public than we actually are. And why wouldn't we? Our peers would judge us if they knew the real us. Where am I going with this you ask. Wasn't I talking about friendship? Not so long ago, I decided to reveal to a close

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This evening I find myself at crossroads. I have to choose a path to walk. I am currently weighing some serious matters in my life. Things so serious that they could change the course of my entire existence. Doubtless, whichever route I take someone close to me is bound to get hurt by my actions. It's the classic being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I need for God to make a miracle happen

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To say that the last few weeks have been the worst in my life would be an overstatement, but they definitely don't come off as the best weeks of my life. I tend to find some comfort in this blog. Maybe writing is therapeutic; I don't know. I have been having the biggest battle  of the mind and it I have began to see just how much of a toll it has taken... last night was a climax of sorts. I

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Yes. it is 3 am and I am not asleep. That is a story for another day... I was wondering about silence. How we often keep quiet about something in our lives in a bid to protect the ones we love. Of course it is usually something bad. Either something we have done in the past or continue to do something that we feel that they would understand; or if they don't at least not judge us on our actions

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I don't have moods. I never do. I am not saying I am never happy or sad or angry, I just don't have moods in the Kenyan sense. I try and bury whatever emotions that might be going on in my body and deal with people at face value... Well, someone once  told to never say never otherwise the thing will come to pass. I am having moods I was having a good day. A project I was working on was coming to

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Rules! We need them! I am not been a stickler for rules neither am the most orderly person, but I do appreciate that without some form of order, the world without rules to guide it would plunge into chaos. Even God almighty saw it fit to provide us with rules to live by. In the end they make life much easier and better. One place in which rules are needed is between a man and a woman. I believe

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Koenigsegg's Agera R. The Stig. A frozen lake - BBC Top Gear Cant say much about the roofbox, but I think that this car's brilliant!!

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At the beginning of this month I began an exercise to write down every little thing that I spent money on. This evening as I was going over it, I took a look at a pivot table that I have to know exactly where my money is going and came to a surprising realisation. It wasn't entertainment. I had expected it to be so, but alas my greatest cost was...... (drum roll please) miscellaneous expenses.

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This could actually be worth it!!

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It's been a while since I put up a lovey dovey post some might even question whether I am still in love or that maybe that burning fire has faded. well the truth is it hasn't. It still burns as strong as ever. This is a grown up sort of love that I am in. It's not only about the bells and whistles. It's about balance and doing the right thing at the right time. In a way providing balance.

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This morning I was listening to the usual radio garbage that is blared out of many matatus in the city. The topic for the day was asking whether women feel guilty about having illegitimate children that their husbands do not know about? Majority of callers were female and they all seemed to have one or two of their kids fathered by some other man/boyfriend. Crap!!! I couldnt help to reflect and

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...and someone wants to throw shit up there. That was the feeling this morning as I read a stupid email from my boss saying that I had not been delivering and he was taking things personally. Go fish!! I had delivered everything on time. The undelivered stuff had no deadlines attached to them. So, thus, therefore, I was not late!! Ha!! But I read between the lines. He's just a lonely man who

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If there is one thing that I dislike about being human is the frailty that comes with sickness. Yes you guessed it...I am sick. and at such a crucial time. I have so much stuff that I need to take care of and it seems as if my body does not want to cooperate. What happened to the whole mind over matter thing? I have to try to work in a state of not feeling well. It shall not be easy; not one bit,

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So a friend of mine was telling me about their workplace. It is not the friendliest place on earth. Now I know we do not go to work to make friends, but neither do we go there to make enemies, be wasted, harassed or have any efforts to better ourselves frustrated. Basically the employer employee relationship is a contract, one that appeals to what one wants from the other party. It is not out of

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My Dear BIt has been five months since you walked back into my life and I dare say these are fast becoming the best days of my life. I am happy with what life has offered me I walk tall and look into the future with some idea of who I want to share it with; You.I cannot begin to say how important you being here has been to me. Obviously you managed to get under my skin within 5 minutes at the

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I was asking myself that same question a few days ago. How far would I go for the different people that have some significance in my life? That question was meant to be rhetorical, but fate has a humorous side to it; in that it decided to test me. This very morning I was called into action for my B. I hope I came good... It did not start very well with me standing next to a pressure gauge at a

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Continued from here At some point I decided to do away with the laziness in me and make a show for the wedding. After a bit of a rush I made it just on time to see the formalisation of the ceremony (the signing of the certificates) I figured that now was as good a time as ever to show up. I became even more proud of my self as I spied other kindred spirits sneak into the sanctuary... ah the joy

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To call the week that was "nice" would be to hugely overstate things. There were many things that did not go right, but I shall not dwell on them. I am trying to be a positive guy. I would like to see the glass as 1/4 full rather than 3/4 empty. Although one could argue that seeing the glass that way indicates the potential that exists... I digress. This has been a weekend that I shall christen

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Procrastination has reared it's ugly head again. And this time I'm really caught in a tough place. But let us begin this story at the beginning...High school At some point in my high school life I came to realise the beauty of procrastination. This was some where around from two when I became active in clubs. Not that I had suddenly become a model student. No. But because active participation

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This is the one we have all been waiting for. In 3D!!!

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I have always considered myself to be quite good in managing my finances. I do not do a lot of impulse buying and whenever I make a big purchase it is usually with a lot of thought and consideration. However being a good manager has made me somewhat proud. I have attended a number of financial workshops (which by the way all tend to say the same thing) and walked out feeling that I am better than

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