Surely...

Now im just frustrated...time is just a gadget! Im meant to be doing some assignment but here i am...surely

I know too many fly ladies....or rather there are too many fly ones in my life. I always think that my wife will have issues with that. As in...i've just looked at the girls on my friend lst n im shocked how many i've thought about twice...n i dont mean that in a perverted way...ahhh you know what i mean. They are too many...surely

I have this theory that by now...if you're in University or graduated...you've already met your future wife/husband...its just a question of whether you know it or not. Take a pen and list the top ten ladies or men in you life and see for yourself. More likely than not...it shall come to pass. Somehow, people always end up with their friends...maybe its just me. So do i have a list? Of course i do! You dont expect me to write it here do you?...surely

I have acceptance issues....random...i try too hard sometimes to get people's approval or fit in...or at least i used to. Then i exercise restraint when it comes to mushy vibes...which is a good thing coz people tend to freak out...both dudes ad chics. Then to some, ok most...my ego gets the better of me...its a reflex i guess...i take things personally which i know i shouldn't. Then after that i lie and pretend like its nothing. I avoid confrontation when it comes to matters of the heart...i just pick up the pieces and walk off...ok this has only happened twice. Then the chic is even shocked coz i didnt cause a scene...ati you should be angry or something like that...but the only emotion i show is disappointment which looks a lot like indifference. Have you ever stopped to think that you're being selfish? I mean...you want me to shout at you and throw a tantrum because i have the right to? Negative...its just to make you feel better...i mean think about it...It kills you that i'm not slapping back doesnt it...Well that's just me. Now when did this blog become about me venting out these issues...surely

Just Thinking

I was just thinking about the future...

First about how I haven't finished drawing a construct that might take me 3 hours and here I am blogging. Its 12.45am so its safe to say I aint going to sleep. I was thinking how this blog was meant to be about something different but I just couldnt bring myself to writing it. Too much emotion involved...and right now emotion is an indulgence i dont have time for (Line from Matrix Reloaded)

 I was thinking about summer break...I know its a bit early but a nigga needs something to make him look forward to the next day. I miss Kenya...its not even funny. Mostly my friends...I miss my folks but I dont miss being around them...haha! On the real...I dont! In fact I was thinking of sleeping out the first day I touch down. But thats a bit too extreme...so I'l sleep home for the first night or two. Oh and then there's the "You've changed nonsense"...as in thats the worst logic I've ever heard. Maybe its you who's changed. Everyone changes, evolves or whatever you like to call it. What makes the difference is that we're not around to witness the metamorphosis. For example...if I got a tattoo while in Kenya...it'l be ok...no biggy. But if I come home with a tattoo...guys will be like.."He's changed, he even has a tattoo these days!" What the hell?!

I was thinking about the new lingo that will have come to be. But since most of my pals speak English it wont be a problem catching up...plus I've been chatting with them a lot. The problem will come with my ghetto brothers...the Sheng' speakers. I experienced that problem first hand when I came to China and heard one of the Kenyans who's been here for a while saying Ponyi meaning Police....marrrdd loling. Then when I called one of them sonko they all looked at me! Fun times indeed.

I was thinking about the new couples...always makes me laugh. I laugh until its my turn. Thats enough for that topic!

 

MiKa

So now...

I was just wondering...is there like a bloggers manual? Coz Im at a loss about what write...or rather what NOT to write. There's so much yaani...blabla fishcake and gibberish things.

Do I write about my ATM...oh i mean my biological Y chromosome donor...if you havent yet gotten it, I mean my paternal predecessor...if you still havent gotten it just give up coz there's no way Im going to say father. It would be full of so much bitterness and resent, n I might end up driving this keyboard through the screen...ok thats a bit extreme...Id end up throwing this burger at the wall...yeah I have a chicken burger with me. So sweet!

Do I write about my disfunctional family...most of which I dont know. They only surface when I achieve something that makes them proud...go figure...but i guess its not their fault...is it? Most of the people I call cousins aren't...then those who are my cousins no one would believe me if I said so...Ati Im forcing to be related...WHAT THE HELL...stay with your DNA!

Do I write about girls?! This topic seems to get everyone's attention. I've had my fair share of drama with chics, girls, ladies...the works. Its like One Tree Hill...I think I would fit quite well into that story line. Should I write how I've ingiad leaves with chics...or how I've been shown tricks by some...And there's always the story about the one that got away...thats always interesting.

Do I write about my dreams, my talents...my gifts?! Most of which I've watched fade away coz of the 'Bapo' factor as I like to call it. Don't get me wrong...I'm greatful to Bapo for very many things...but like all social niches there is always something the social standing will rob you of...or mould you into...sorta like a cause and effect gadget.

Do I write about spirituality or the lack of it thereof?! How I go to church and play every instrument...how I know everyone and everyone knows me. Or should I write about the nights spent in the club...on the dance floor sucking face with chics...downing shots of Tequilla...Tell me what am i supposed to write about

MiKa