Secrets

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”


Was just thinking about what happens when you tell someone something you know you shouldn't. Then you say "Don't TELL anyone". Even though you KNOW they are now just ITCHING with it. Positively about to break out into hives. 

                                                                   “Of course I can keep secrets. It's the people I tell them to that can't keep them.”
On the topic of letting things go *ponders*... you really shouldn't get upset when you tell someone something you shouldn't that has been told to you by someone who really shouldn't have told you either in the first place. You get me? Like if I tell A that B told me 1,2,3 then I shouldn't get upset if A tells C or goes straight back to B and shares that information... because I had no right to share in the first place did I? This is all hypothetical people. I'm as trustworthy as a church mouse.  

"The Secret is the law of attraction (LOA)". Remember the book? I was so disappointed when I read that. I mean, that's IT!? You almost made me pay for a book to tell me THAT!? *smacks forehead*


Just seen the resident coke head... I mean, errr, I was watching errrm something on coke heads...
OH YES! Secrets... The Secret Powers of Time by RSA Animate is the absolute BEST link I've found so far when I you tubed 'secret'. I've watched it before so enjoy... it's a tad profound.


I also ended up watching Aries Spears comedies & therein draws to a close my working day. I have cheetos to eat as I watch and well... as for your secrets...


*puts hands infront of self and takes off screaming*


Keep your bloody secrets!

Change

We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance ~ Harrison Ford in some movie or the other. "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." - St. Francis of Assisi (personal favorite)

Here's a picture...




It's bigger than I thought it would be. Lol. At least this proves my new improved blogger works. Thank GOD! I was tired of being a blog slut moving from one to the next...


I gave in my notice today. Not that I really had an option in the matter but I feel more empowered to say that I did it. Which means I have 10 more days to work and then ... *attempts to* soars! Like an eagle.

<- that's supposed to be an eagle soaring. I'm sure you get the point.


HOLIDAY COMING UP!!!!




Home time so we can continue this post. 
Believe me, it was going somewhere...

my new look blog...

YEAAAAH! New look blog with fancy things going on in the compose section! I hope this means pics won't give me grief like it did with the old format :-/ Baaaah!

Anyway, the washing machines symbolize my recycling old posts I have (or had depending on how u look at it). I have a tendency of typing stuff on my phone then saving & eventually emailing it to myself so it rarely makes it to the blog on time. I'm not too sure what's going on in the last washing machine tho... Close inspection tho reveals I have an overly imaginative brain.

Thanks for bearing with me blog.

Kisses!

L

Emotions & Bubbles

I have the BEST boyfriend ever :-) He bought me 'Dance with Dragons', the book I blogged about here. It's HUGE! Can't wait to get home & keep reading it. *drool*

On that note:

I realized that I really internalize my emotions. I'd prefer to read a book than discuss what's really going on in my life... I think my boyfriend gets the brunt of it (when they surface)...

In the last four days I've had four of my friends come up to me and share really...traumatizing? Distressing I guess stories that revolve around different facets of their lives. And each time I'm bereft. I used to take on peoples burdens but now not so much. I'm too used to getting into it, like it's my personal life story but I'm no longer that guy. Now I watch detached & listen, hug & wonder if it's pertinent to throw in my two cents. Not everyone wants ur advice I've learnt.

So I decided to write this... (I don't think I finished tho to be honest. It's all about bubbles)

I don't know if we're immune to pain or if people are simply undergoing way too much in their lives to get caught up in others. Somewhere along the way we've lost our sense of community and connectivity.

I live in a bubble. Whether it's a hermetically sealed hypoallergenic one or not- I still live in one. Case in point- *ducks rotten tomatoes* I have no idea where the gas fire that occurred yesterday was. I know it's around Nairobi but I've never heard of the place before let alone knew about the article that was written about how dangerous it was for ordinary Kenyans to live there.
I know I'm affected by the fire because these are my fellow Kenyans but... remember my bubble? I'm waiting for a sign from God to realize how it has impacted me besides writing this blog.
I didn't lose any family members during post election violence in '07 and early '08 which I'm eternally grateful for but this again makes me believe even more strongly in my littu bubble.
I live and work within 15mins drive, shop, club etc within the same 15mins. The furthest I might have to go is church on Sunday which pushes it to about 1/2 an hour if there's no traffic.
I never travel to unsavory parts of Nairobi and very rarely go to town. I'm falling into the category of spoilt princess when my salary doesn't justify my living... If I was politely excused from my home today I'd find myself living closer to these so called unsavory places where I can get the mama mboga to chop my spinach for me and I can live within crawling distance of a matatu to take me to town/home based on how intoxicated I am. I wonder if I'd still retain the same friends *pause*

Someone asked @alykhansatchu 'what's the mood like in Nairobi after the tragic fire (ad-libbed kiasi)' and I automatically thot, meh... I think we're ok. I doubt if it's because of my sole circumstances that make me believe this but I've witnessed Kenyans shrug off disasters like a chick tosses back her hair after the wind blows it in her face.

I wrote that on the 12^th when the fire happened. Now, it’s almost like it never happened. OR maybe I just live in a bubble.

R/ships & trust

Be careful what you type, it might come back to bite you in the ras...

I read something interesting possibly last nite/early this morning while taking a break from my tossing & turning: "Live in such a way that you wouldn't be afraid to sell your parrot to the village gossip". Me?! Why would I want to do that? Then I really thought about it...

I'm a very private person. When my friend suggested getting my post on Africa out into the interwebs I froze.

"AAAAAH!" *bloodcurdling scream*

I don't want people to read my work & judge me. Or do I? Remember the post about how I'd like to write under a pseudonym? LOL! I have problems. Then I read something else about leaving ur cell phone with ur S/O for a whole day. Now usually that wouldn't be a problem but... am I going anal with age? As the years go by I become more entrenched in my ways and more possessive of what I consider to be mine. And no this isn't an excuse. I'm pretty sure I have nothing to hide. If u find something then... why were u looking in the first place (please note I'm not some kind of saint that adheres to this same rule)...

I'm really trying to get over the younger sibling 'borrowing' syndrome (we're about the same size top wise and shoe wise). I go insane trying to find something because I know exactly where I left it but it's GONE. Just like THAT! *snaps fingers* Then later I see her hiding it so that she can launder it and casually leave it where it was. That must be some kind of psychological mind f*ck... We're now trying to deal with the whole 'asking' process. When she asks I'm so tempted to say no but I'm growing out of it...

God provides. lol.

It's MINE THO!!! Am I the only person with possession issues?

*strolls away whistling*

#NP Feel it in my bones - Dj Tiesto

Untitled (poetry from my ~Lynx~)

By Ladynapptural:

I don’t cry much,

when I do though

I let the page catch my tears

that’s when you’ll see me

soft words leave heavy foot prints

endless indentations on your mind

braille for your eyes to touch

that’s when you’ll feel me

if you were to taste this page

you would indulge in me

raw and unsweetned,

untainted and pure

words can be flavorless

till the right spices are used

that’s when you’ll taste me

sometimes I can’t speak

but my words speak for me

when I have no voice

that’s when you’ll feel me

unmistakable in scent

pungent in its aroma

my words reek of this pleasant odor

that’s when you’ll smell me

some are conscience,

but not awake…

and will never know what

these words manifest

Jamaican Christmas Letter to Santa...

This post below from likkle Keisha? #iDie!!!

Dear Santa,

I know you probly wondering why I writing yuh one day after Christmas but after opening mi presents dem yesterday, I just had to write yuh.

Santa, mi was a very good girl all year round. Mi listen to mi mummy when she talk to mi and ah help out wid di chores dem round di house. Ah even help di neighba pickney dem do fi dem chores tuh. One day mi all help out di old crosses Mr. George, the blind an cripple one, cross the road when di odda children dem just ah watch him an ah tek gamble pon what kind of cyar did ah go lick him dung.

Santa, dem just lef him deh fi dead,but mi help him out.

Santa ah studied real hard in school this year, so hard till mi all come fuss inna di class. Ah make it mi duty to be nice and not naughty Santa, mi was so good. Ah real good girl Santa.

Santa when ah write mi Christmas list to yuh dis year, ah ask yuh fi a Barbie princess doll, ah Barbie kitchen, ah Dora the Explorer computer game, a cyabbage patch doll and ah monopoly game.

So Santa, how the bloodclaat after reading mi list yuh leave under di Christmass tree ah raasclaawt light up yo-yo , one plastic tea-cup set and ah bumboclaawt no name dolly dat look like she have polio and ah dead from AIDS?

Santa is either yuh blind or yuh cyah blood claat read!!! Every year ah say ah would stop believing in yuh and like ah dyam fool mi always give yuh ah next chance, but not ah phukking-gain, yuh hear mi Santa? Not a bloodclaat. Yuh hear what ah say Santa? Yuh jaazzyass fat red rass yuh.

Yuh see all nex year, yuh betta dont try squeeze yuh big fat batty

thru mi louvres dem, because Santa ah swear ah going phukk yuh up. It going to be me, you and dissharp blood claat knife, so mi can jukk

yuh inna yuh belly. Yuh hear mi sah? Mi ah go stab up yuh Bloodcaat.

Imagine, yuh give that likkle cock eye gyal Sally from cross di road

everything that she ax fah. So much so dat she all nuh have nuh room fi walk round she house.

Yuh see all nex year Santa, ah will be back to mi good old self.

Dat's right Santa. Ah not going give mummy nuh trouble or cause nuh

havoc roun'ere . And Santa, a goin wait pon you patiently ....ah

goin wait pon yuh paitently with ah big blood claat rock stone fi

yuh b ackside. And den when you and them blasted reindeer dat favour some dyam

oversize goat wid tree branch ah grow otta dem head top, com ho-ho

hoing down pon i old rusty zinc nex Chirstmas.....BOOP!!!!! Is one

rass lick inna yuh blood claat head.

Santa ah going done yuh blood claat, Memba dat yuh hear Santa. Try

Memba dat!!

Love

Likkle Keisha

Superhero

SUPERHERO!!!
The song I found by Miguel that I absolutely love. I don't like mushy music much anymore. Even less mushy movies. They do things to my heart strings I'm not willing to deal with. Take for instance yesterday... (in line with all things mushy)... I found a card from an old flame wishing me a Happy Birthday. He signed off, 'Your Snowman'. Then the memories came crashing back. *runs away trying to swat them away* Too late.

I am an emotional person. I try to fight it... dating a non-emotional man who is really very loving and caring. It's a catch 22. Alone, we can... *barfs*

That's not the point of this post.

*long deviated pause where I went for an impromptu meeting with one of my partners...*

I forget what the point of the post was but I've decided that since this is MY blog, I'm going to try & be more open.

I have pet peeves. Yes! That's part of where this was going *scratches head*

1. The NERVE of Kenyan drivers! Why do u take a corner on MY lane? Are u insane? Then I have to screech to a stop & pray u don't catch my bumper! At which rate you'd prolly take off anyway. SMH

2. I don't like paper that's misfolded (I'm pretty sure I just made up that word). Like... This isn't origami foo!!! I found a picture of the paper monster...

It apparently doesn't want to load :(

I'm running out of steam here because I'm meant to be working on a proposal so bye for now. Lol. WAIT! One last thing...

I really like the paper they use for UP Magazine (random but feel it! Do u know how expensive it is to publish on good paper?). UP is code for Urban Perspective. Link here. They also have really interesting articles, photos & cater solely to Nairobi. Clap for yourselves you fine writers. & it's owned/run by the Mondeas. The c0-owner, Rand Pearson, is a really cool chap I met several years ago at a launch held by Nation. Many years of experience in the business.

I wish I could stalk his brain.