Thank God It’s Friday!!!!

I am excited about

Today I am Feeling

My Funky Friday Theme Song Is

This Weekend I

I am really craving

I wish

I hope

Today’s Inspirational Quote Is

Have A Fantabulous Friday!!!!

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Abstract

I am in utter shock.

As you may have heard, I am an opinionated Professor of Things (many) and this equation does not add up: H^7*4+S^7*4=D_7*4. Where H=Heidi, S =Seal and D= Divorce.  7 is the number of years both have been married to each other. 4 is the number of children between them.

I know what you are thinking, ‘She didn’t see it coming? Naïve little hopeless romantic that lives back in I-don’t-know-which-century where people loved, married and lived happily ever after’. Congratulations for having seen it coming, for you are probably the only one in this entire universe that did, but sorry The Guinness book of records is not taking applications and I am out of candy.

Introduction

For those of you who have never come across the ‘Seal named Klum’ Concept, probably because you live in a hole and have a less superior sense of music, here is what’s up: an incredibly, ridiculously, gloriously happy couple is getting divorced.

I am sure Heidi and Seal loved each other and still do, and from their music videos together perhaps even more intensely than most people can get, not even within sniffing distance/ zone. So they got past the intense I-can’t-live-without-you loving, got past the wedded bliss and got into the marriage, but neither survived the institution, even after seven  -I would assume great- years, great anniversaries, awesome music and beautiful children together and not together.

Nothing, could keep their marriage afloat. Clearly, something did happen that disrupted the natural progression to ‘Happily ever after’, something of a mutation.  I hear the courts prefer to call it ‘Irreconcilable differences’ (Definition- A term used to cover for the failure of love.) because no matter how hard anyone tries to explain, no one can find why two magnetically converging personalities are now incompatible.

Body

Appears to me there is:

a)      Only so far that one can fall in love,

b)      Only so much love between souls,

c)       Only so much need for one to want to be with another, and

d)      Only so close can two worlds come to being one.

Which simply brings me to the conclusion that; there has to be an expiration date on the institution of marriage and relationships, alike. The expiration date has a complex mathematical formula: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Euler%27s_formula -Good luck cracking Euler’s formula *insert evil laugh*.

Besides being the fall of my favourite celeb couple, herein somewhere lays the real reason I am distraught about Heidi and Seal. It’s really not about them or me per se; it’s more about the 7 years and children shared between them, and closer home; a close friend, seven years and a dog to be exact. This happened to my friend which means it can happen to you too. To save your relationship from this inevitable end, please refer to Euler’s formula above.

I recently moved into a new house, studio, always loved such spaces. They are particularly hard to find but not entirely impossible…

I digress. Seven years. That is the point of this narrative.

No, it did not take me 7 years to get the studio, but it did take about that time to move houses and to get my very close friend to visit again –strange- that notwithstanding, we remain very close. When he last visited it was more of a celebration of found –TRUE- love. Many anniversaries, many trips around the world, a dog and quite a substantial amount of time elapsed, seven years to be exact, it is now a ‘celebration’ of lost –TRUE- love. Correct me at your own peril.

Methodology:

Allow me to show you how I arrive at my conclusion; there has to be an expiration date on the institution of marriage. Relationships, alike.

Table: 1.1- The celebrity Vs. Ordinary folk matrix of divorce

I discern that you still need more convincing.

Case study 1

My brother and I have loved each other for about… not quite a good example. We are still together, technically speaking J

Case study 2

My best friend and I; we were roommates in college and we got divorced at some point after college.  I am afraid this also fails as a good illustration. We still love each other, more after graduation.

Case study 3: Soumei and I.

Perfect, just perfect.

It was love at first sight (just like Heidi and Seal); she was so so beautiful, sitting there, clad in lush crimson red with a twinkle in her eye. I was instantly attracted to her exquisite countenance and graceful disposition; the calm demeanor of a lady of means, elegant and easily the best looking laptop in that shop and definitely in town. New arrival, as they say here.

For a solid seven years, and numerous accessories together, I am filing for divorce. Cruel it sounds, but amicably we shall part ways. It was good while it lasted; the time spent together, the shared stories, the projects/ gigs we nailed, the good music, the awesome movies, the coffee spills… you get the picture. It was worth every minute of the seven years, but we have got to move along. Irreconcilable differences and also because I need to move on up, to a much cooler, ultra-thin MacBook… well, -hush hush- also because, Soumei is old and cannot rise to the occasion whenever I need her to.

Happy divorce Heidi and Seal!

So if you are feeling sufficiently philanthropic, I am a size 4 going on size 5, thanks in advance

On the flip side, birthdays are also scary, I have mentioned that before here. Reading this creeped me out even more.

Karma, what goes around comes around. I do not understand how something bad can happen to someone, then they go ahead and hurt someone else the same way they were done wrong. I guess people are different *Kanye shrug*.

I was wondering, can I blame my over thinking when it comes to matters dealing with men, to being female? Am I really over thinking this?

The worst part about this month has always been saying goodbye, I hate goodbyes. I have also decided that I am done with all this, next January must be different from these past 3..

Monday, so far so good. Do not let the blues hit you wherever you are.  Smile, it confuses people

New year, new signature.

Kisses and cookies,

Thank God It’s Friday!!!

As usual time has really dragged, weeks now feel like they are like 10 days long. But I am not complaining though, if I could pause time I would.

I am excited about

something that really needs to be done before i go insane!!!!

Today I Am Feeling

sleep deprived, which is my own fault lol.

My Funky Friday Theme Song Is

https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F6150410 Swagga Like Us – T.I. by popo77

This Weekend I

plan on utilizing whatever time we have left.

I am really craving

nothing in particular comes to mind right now.. oh wait, sleep

I wish

some situations would not spiral out of control and turn into unnecessary uncomplications.

I hope

I do not have to work tomorrow, praying really hard.

Today’s Inspirational Quote Is

‘In the power to change yourself lies the power to change the world around you.’

Have A Fantastic Friday!!!!

I must admit that it is nice having someone else contributing to my happiness. It is a breath of fresh air, surprising, and amazing each and every time. But let us not jump the gun, anything can happen in the next fortnight, and I am already terrified of what may come. As for now I will bask in this new found attention and revel in it because I know circumstances will not let it last long.

I was having this discussion with some friends about married men who stray. Someone mentioned how married men have nothing to lose when it comes to chasing women.  They will give it a shot and if the woman is not responsive, it is onto the next one or back to the regular one aka the wife.  This is the same wife who has worked hard at training him on how to be a good man and how to cater to a woman’s needs. Then he takes these lessons and goes and practices them on someone else.

It is not a good thing when you find yourself questioning things that you should not.

Sometimes it is good to watch what you say, always.

If you go looking for things you will find it. I know this yet sometimes curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself looking.

Social media is a very powerful tool when it comes to studying peoples habits. It is amazing some of the things that I pick up on, and my suspicions end up being spot on.

I heard that the best relationships started off as friendships, judging from my past relationships, which failed, I started thinking maybe there could be some truth to this. But then a friend of mine tried crossing the line, I do not know if the alcohol instigated it, but I know for sure things may never be the same again. At least with strangers if things do not work out you can just kick them out of your life and recover, but with a friend, you have lost more than a companion me thinks.

I miss my friend, saddest thing is I have adjusted to not having him in my life and it doesn’t feel right at all.

I am at a cross roads when it comes to what I do, I am so confused about where I am, where I am going and what I want to do. Hopefully things will become clear soon.

I feel like I am being smothered, I need some space, do not just attach yourself to me, give me some time to miss you damn it!

Something that got me thinking….

Savvy is a prolific writer, love how she describes everything to detail, helping you create a mental picture to go with her words.  I think what I find most intriguing about her is the fact that she would like to be a sports writer, an area most women have not ventured into. From her love for Kenyan football, it is very evident from her posts that she would excel at it.

Follow her on twitter @savvykenya

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My sojourn to Sabina Joy

http://www.mocality.co.ke/b/Sabina-Joy/f03abdc1-9538-486c-98d9-cf00bc8f77ac

Relax. I’m not getting into the flesh business. I was curious.

See, there was a time this blog of some prostitute named Sue  was the in-thing. Everyone read and praised her written word, so I wasn’t to be left behind. The first few posts were ok, enjoyable to read even. The stories seemed plausible. Asked by readers when/where/how/why she ventured into the trade, she wrote a post on how her first attempt was at Sabina Joy. Sabina Joy, simply known as SJ or Karumaindu (so I hear) has been around for as long as anyone can remember. It’s a famed brothel. In my mind, I pictured it to be in those dingy alleys somewhere near River Road.

So when I was told that it was just next to Ambassador Hotel, I was shocked! It is located on Moi Avenue, and the entrance is between Nevada Fish and Chips and an M-Pesa Kiosk. You can easily miss it. I decided I was going to follow my spirit of adventure into this brothel located in broad daylight, just to see what goes on. I know, I know, it doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what happens inside a whore-house..but still.

On a Wednesday evening, I had managed to generate enough interest in a friend of mine (female) and dragged her along with me to SJ. At the entrance begins a flight of stairs covered in a red, threadbare and dirty carpet (did I arrange my adjectives well?!). Since it was at an off-peak time, there were no girls along the stairs sitting with feet apart, no panties (so I hear!). They generally grab you anywhere and everywhere as you ascend into the den of sin.

With trepidation we finally reached the bar, the nerve center, where the conjugal negotiations took place. I said it was off-peak time so the place had about 10 people in total, including the waitresses and barman. Let me try describing the room. As you enter, on your left corner is the bar. More like a metal cage, not those fancy bars at the clubs with high stools and a smiling barman. The bar in this case was like a cell, covered by bars, with crates of beer stocked high.

We scanned across the room, looking for a place to sit. The chairs and tables were low, the tables covered in cheap plastic covers. Near the bar sat a group of women, obviously prostitutes. If you are looking for hot hookers, try elsewhere. SJ has this kind of women who are on the other of the weight scale, who wear short skirts exposing cellulite thighs and short tight tops exposing a well fed stomachs. The ladies were not drinking anything, just looking around.

At the other corner sat a few men, all looking forlornly into their beers. We sat nearby and tried to settle in, like we were at a regular pub. The waitress came to take our order. My friend tried to ask for gin and tonic! Here’s something you should know, they don’t serve anything in a glass, just straight from the bottle! In the end we had to settle for beers. Near us, a man was having a beer while buying soda for some hooker. After they agree on price, they’ll go upstairs and rent rooms, paying per the hour or for a whole night.

Usually, ladies of the night don’t buy drinks, and if they are bought for drinks, only soda. So we weren’t acting or looking the part. Of course we were the subject of bold stares or furtive looks. We wondered what we were doing there, because you don’t go to SJ for ‘one for the road’ or an evening drink with a friend. The ambience doesn’t allow it. The music was some old school rumba, which was turned low for the evening news on the TV mounted on a wall. We left soon after that drink, not having seen much action.

I had seen SJ, where ladies sell their bodies for as little as 50 bob for a shot (I suppose a quickie by the corridors leading to the washrooms) and a night will cost you 1200 or so. The men at SJ could not look at someone in the eye. Most frequenters of SJ are broke students. The men look normal, respectable. Is it that they can’t get any women to sleep with them for free? Ok, sex is never really free if you consider money spent on dates, taxi fare, emotional stuff etc. But these indirect payments before sex help maintain our dignity.

Why would a virile, normal looking man look for a hooker for sex? I wonder.

To log and catalog desires, wishes, and things you plan to accomplish is by far the most important aspect to actually undertaking goals!

The above sentiments were echoed by Melanie Bowen concerning my blog She felt that these actions, capturing your thoughts, could be very useful to people with health struggles. She asked to be featured on my blog to create awareness on health and healing which I agreed without hesitation.

Melanie is a contributor at the Mesothelioma Cancer Alliance blog and her personal blog is Milady Knows so you can check out more of her work there.

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Crafting, Journaling and You

Life is full of challenges, and when you are faced with devastating life challenges such as medical conditions from mesothelioma, autoimmunedisorders to any other chronic or terminal illness, you need all the tools that you can muster to face it. What you may not know is that one of your most formidable tools may be right at your fingertips; journalingandrecordingyourdreams, desiresandgoals can keep you on track during this tough time, and you’ll find that the comfort as well as the momentum it gives you will make many things apparent.

In the first place, remember that writing is an action. Instead of just having your wishes and your dreams in your head, you are taking action, and making them  into a reality. They have gone from thoughts that only you know into things that can be read and seen by others. No matter what your desires or your ambitions are like, they have become more real, both to yourself and the world.

Writing down these thoughts and feelings are a good way to make sure that you act on them. Simply putting these ideas into a physical format allows you to look at them and organize them. For example, many people have a jumble of thoughts in their head about what kind of work they want to do and what achievements they want to accomplish. When you write them down, you see them all at once. This allows you to prioritize them and to begin to bring them into a reality. Uplift yourself, inspire yourself and motivate yourself all at once.

For example, consider the skills that you want to learn. Do you want to craft more? What kind of crafts draw your eye and what makes your hands itch to try them? If you put down “make a sweater” on your list of dreams and goals, you can now start breaking it down. To make a sweater, you need to learn to knit. This means purchasing a knitting book or asking a friend to teach you. This also means buying needles and yarn, as well as starting with a few small projects to get the rhythm of the needles going in your mind and in your fingers. With a plan in mind, you’ll be knitting sweaters in no time.

There are many ways to write out your desires. You may choose to write them out in a small paper journal that only you have the key to, or you might allow other people who are very close to you to see it. If you love bookbinding or you have a friend that does, make a personal journal just for you. If you are the sharing type, start a blog.

If you are dealing with something like a mesotheliomaprognosis as mentioned before take a moment to take care of your soul as well outside of treatment. Bleak news may come with emotions that can me malleable by you! Nurture your dreams and allow them to help you through this rough time.

Thank God It’s Friday!!!

First TGIFriday of the year!

do not giving into the superstition that comes with this day, make it work for you But if your Friday sucks, just go ahead and blame the date.

I am excited about

my birthday, I cannot wait for that special ‘It’s my birthday’ feeling!

Today I am Feeling

so suffocated, I am under a lot of pressure.

My Funky Friday Theme Song Is

Thanks Biggy for all the cool links you send me

This Weekend I

need to sleep and do something that will make me happy.

I am really craving

Tiramisu from Quepasa slurp.

I wish

the future seemed more promising, when I think about it, it is just blank..

I hope

I pass the test…

Today’s Inspirational Quote Is

Have A Fabulous Friday!!!

I have to keep reminding myself that this is 2012 and not 2011 when I am writing down the date. Maybe the new year will sink in eventually.

I am not really moved by it. Maybe it is because there are many monumental things meant to happen this year.

I am turning 25 *cringe* in 2 weeks, I almost feel embarrassed about it, I think I will be those women who never divulge their age. Thank God I do not look it.  Some younglings I met during my vacay at the Coast in December thought I was 19, I was so flattered Anyway turning quarter a century old is kind of freaking me out. There is still so much stuff I would like to have a accomplished before I turned 25, don’t ask me what because I have no clue. I just feel like there is still so much I haven’t done, and I am passing the age where I can do something dynamic and people can gush about it because of how young I am. Ahyhoosmu, cest la vie, I am happy I get to live for yet another year.

Kenya will have elections at the end of the year, after the chaos that went down during the last general elections, I am so not looking forward to it. Politics is very boring and extremely dirty and I have no care for it at all.

The world is supposedly ending this year, I have no idea if this is true or not, but it sure is a good excuse to live life to the fullest, and live every moment like it is my last.

2011 was quite the year. I met so many new people, made friendships that I hope will last a life time. I loved and lost. I tried out new things, broadened my world view. I lost my grandfather. I got over my fears. I developed new ones. I learned to be happy in my terms. I had so much fun. I worked hard. It was basically an unforgettable year…

2012 has a lot to live up to, I will view this year as a clean slate, no expectations at all. This may not necessarily be the best way forward, but it works for me. So my only resolution this year is to live, and hopefully learn from my past mistakes and never repeat them again.

To you my dear readers, I wish you a

from the bottom of my heart

To my readers, I sincerely apologies for not delivering on the 12 posts as promised, it was out of my hands. Convincing 12 people to write posts in December is no easy fete. Hopefully the bloggers who owe me will deliver one day, no pressure from me….

As for the future of 12 guest posts for Christmas, I will not lie, it looks bleak. Maybe I will pass on the mantle to someone else, I will know for sure this December.

Otherwise, keep reading Revealed