Malaysia...truly Kenya!

Maze...this holiday in Malaysia is proving to be too much.
Goodness...its like Im back home. The number of Kenyans here is outstanding....and Nigerians??? Goodness!
Mad partying like rockstars. Im too young for this... Now Im sitting on the balcony, outside a pool engulfed by the picturesque view of the city. The heat is crazy...It feels good to escape the Chinese winter. It also feels good to party with different faces...peeps who know how to have fun. And the girls...lets not even get started about the girls...too many...everywhere I turn...as in...its too late to say lead me not to temptation  when Im surrounded by it!
Anyway...its just beginning...on to the next one!

TJ

So today...thanks to the brilliance that is Skype, I was able to see and talk(babble) with my newly born niece called TJ. She's so cute...I just dunno what to say. Her mother is like one of my closest cousins who I tell virtually anything and everything...so it was a really special moment for me. I love them both

Bucket List 2010

1. Get a girlfriend…as in for real…tired of flings
2. Buy another PS3
3. Get a Nokia N900…google it…you probably have never heard of it
4. Buy another electric guitar
5. Start dancing again
6. Not see the sun for a whole week…my current record is 6 days…hehe
7. Get in a fight
8. Kiss two girls at the same time…I notice how this conflicts with number one but hey…its my bucket list
9. Read the Bible from cover to cover….don't judge me!!!
10. you tell me….be creative...I dare you

You may be wondering why some crazy things aren't on this list. And here's the answer…been there…done that!

Assignments

Inspired by 'I cut myself', by my lovely sis, Miss Caffeine

Assignments, homework…all on paper

Too hard, too much…Il do them later

But i know I gotta do them…We all have to do them right? If not we'l flunk our classes hence we wont be happy now will we? Sometimes, the assignments are hard, but sometimes the work is quite easy and enjoyable. Nevertheless…what happens when your homework turns on you. I really try to finish my assignments, but sometimes the work is too much…as in close to impossible…and its not my fault. My classmates think I don't care about the work, they say I think Im so clever that I don't need the extra credit. I beg to differ…I really do care about my assignments…its not my fault that they always turn out differently. In case you're having trouble understanding my analogy…

My body was my notebook

I wrote all the solutions…just look

But when she had the chance to grade my work

She wrote so deep that she cut me

Her and her and her…they cut me

A book of blood is all you see

I wish she broke my heart with ink

Coz I could just erase the stain

But blood is messy, gross, tain…ted

Will You Marry Me?

I just love gossip and rumors…Especially when they're about me. Like they say…you aint doing it right unless they're hating. So now yesterday Im told that a certain someone in my life is getting married. Whether its the real marriage or the 'you're my girlfriend hence my wife marriage', i don't know. The girl happens to be my lovely ex. Now the problem comes in when Im told Im jealous coz I want to marry her. Yes, you heard me, apparently Im under her spell and I wanna marry her or something like that. Then apparently I gave her my jeans…by force…which isn't how I remember it. Yes she has a pair of my jeans but trust me, thats as juicy as the story goes. Then her friends think Im a bad guy who does bad things to girls…so Ive become something like John Tucker with girls planning my demise…what the eff?!?!

Her and I are, dare I say, good friends….as in there's no beef or anything so I know she couldn't have started these horrendous accusations…actually Im sure she didn't. Its not like her. And we made our peace ages ago…which is why it bothers me that people are still talking now…Im thousands of miles away but Im getting under people's skin…what if I were home then?! Yes, some of the accusations are true…I was quite an ass in high school…but that was almost 4 years ago…and I made amends but they still insist on chipping the wound.

So whats my reaction? Like Ive blogged before, I don't like confrontation…So imma let it slide coz thats the least of my problems at the moment. But if push comes to shove, something will be arranged…haha...Im a peaceful person

I still love fanta…but thats all that is

SYLAR

Sylar- def: A character in leading TV Series Heroes™ who's power is stealing other people's abilities also my favorite bad guy of all time

I admit it….Im tired of hiding the truth. Im a copy cat…I like to copy stuff I think is cool. I was always musical…my mother says its coz she used to put the speakers near her tummy when she was pregnant and I used to kick…but that's besides the point. The point is, I never bothered picking up an instrument. Then when I was 7 years old, a group of my class mates started playing recorder and it was the in thing, so I started it. Then at 9 years I went back to live in Kenya and none of the kids there were playing it…instead…bano(marbles) was the in thing…so i started that. The list goes on to my current talents…

I started playing guitar coz it was the cool thing at the time…but that finally became a real passion thank goodness…not just for the coolness. Now I play bass, drums and keys…I love music

When I was 14 I couldn't dance to save my life…but my best friends in high school were the best dancers, dare I say…in the country. So i took it up. And just like Sylar, i learnt and perfected it…now I cant stop dancing…i hear music…a dance comes into my head like clockwork. Now Im a dance choreographer.

I even started a blog coz people I think are cool have blogs…I used to have other methods of relieving stress…but they were counterproductive so I guess this is aight.

My point is, if I were a member of the cast of Heroes, I would be Sylar…apart from the obvious fact that Im black and way more dashing and attractive

To Miss Caffeine and Fanta

I just noticed that something you blogged about was extremely true...
Im bored...and i have nothing better to do so im gonna eat a chicken burger and have some soda...like you said...where's the line between boredom and hunger...its like the same freaking thin
In other news...screw him for forgetting your anniversary! I know I wouldnt!

We'd Wed Weed

They think they're so special as if we'd,

Not heard the message that He'd,

Shared when they wanted to stone her because she'd,

Committed adultery 'alone'...jeez

Meanwhile they were all staring at her double d's

Arms folded in digust..bboy stances...wannabe G's

Negroe....please!

They think they're so special, like a married couple...wed,

As if the blood was only for them shed,

No space for anyone one else in their bed,

Prefer to lead never to be led,

Thinking about themselves getting head...ahead of the already fed...up Tom, Dick and...Ted

The selfish act amounts to nothing...brain dead...(pun intend....ed)

Their beliefs are like weed,

To refresh them again...just breathe,

Only relevant in time of need,

Misquote the book, cant you read?

Never led, always lead...(this line is in the 2nd verse, yes indeed)

Thinking that they're spreading their good seed

Keep it to yourself...with you I plead

Cause He knows what I hunger for...He will feed

We'd Wed Weed...

Versus

She's the definition of beauty

She's beautiful by definition

I had her and let her go

She had me and let me go

Attraction was followed by love

Love was followed by attraction

I was her first...

She was my first...

I wanted it

She wanted it

I chased after her

She was always there

I blame China

I blame Germany

I miss'em both...but they're happy and that's all that matters

EFF!

EFF the Chinese for blocking my blog....Im back mother effers...Yeah I feel funny when I say the EFF word...whats it to you...in fact...EFF you too

Just coz I can...rantings

First of all....What the heck...how I have missed my blog...its not even funny. Ati the Chinese blocked it. Nevertheless, if it involves a code then the code can always be broken...with the right skill of course...skill which I happen to possess. Suck on that Chinese ninjas(ninja=Chinese version of a nigga).
Secondly...these mosquitos have shindad...my housemates must think Im having a praise and worship session coz of the way Im clapping them down.
Thirdly...the heat...goodness!!! But walking topless outside is cool...something I wouldnt dare do back home.
4thly...I just feel like causing...as in...Im full of so much bout right now. Maybe it has something to do with the music Im listening to...(|(- -)|) Killswitch Engage!!! Then I have a drumset in my room...sometimes I take it out on it. I actually think Im getting better at it.

I had so much to blog about but now that I can all the thoughts have disappeared. Necessity is indeed the mother of invention. Im sure once I read a couple of nani's blogs Il have something to say
Good to be back though

Almost Lover...

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy for you
To walk right in and out of my life?

These are lyrics to song by A Fine Frenzy called...you guessed it...Almost Lover.

I hate the way songs have a way of rubbing stuff in. I always feel like calling her when i listen to this song. As if that would change anything. In fact now I've shibad...sasa now so what?!

Word...

Spoken word...but my words are not spoken

They are just but a small piece...if you like...a token

Fragments of evidence of a heart once broken

Cause and effect...MiKa...this persona was awoken

Loathe...hate...bitterness...emotions interwoven

Often mistaken for what they are not...golden

Word!

Spoken word...but my words are not spoken...they're written

A reminder of the past...of her...damn I was smitten

Most people complain about Cupid's arrow...shut up!...I was bitten

Then spat out like a fur ball by a cat called Mittens

Word!

Spoken word...but my words are not spoken...they're lame

Mainly because the rhyme after every sentence is just that...the same

Predictable...constant repetition...like my life...and Im the only one I can blame

I could go on forever with this one like Tetris...you know...the game

Ama naweza kuongea kuhusu huyo dame

Possibly even tell you her name

But I wont...I cant...Im like a dog on a tight leash...you guessed it...tamed

Word!

Im Tired...

Things used to be well and dandy when we were together. You guys used to say we are inseparable...

Where is she? Ask Melvin...

How's Melvin? Ask her...

When it was home time there was no doubt where we were going...and you guys never bothered to ask. Then came the separation...yeah it was rough for a while and there were the random awkward moments. But a year passed and still the same random moments....and this time they have nothing to do with me or her...its just you people...yeah you people!!!

Im tired

As in its over....finished. You dont have to stop talking about her when I walk in. That pisses me off like crazy...Ive shibad that vibe infact. You think you are trying not to be insensitive but please....let it go...you arent helping anything! You are probably the reason I took so long to get over her...

Im tired

If me and her are okay with things then what the fish is your problem??? You are the one who makes things uncomfortable between us. But one good thing has come out of this...I've perfected the art of acting like I dont care to the point that sometimes I actually dont!

Now comes the next problem...

Just when Im done with most of this vibe another girl enters the picture

Im tired...

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

Genesis of MiKa

Today is Valentine’s Day 14th Feb 2009...a day of love and yadi yadi yada...but for me this is the day my world stood still and i got a jolt from fate. Today is the day I woke up to receive a call from father dearest (note the sarcasm) to tell me that his mum had died. And thats not even why he called...it was a by the way at the end of the call. Pause...rewind a decade and a half...this is the woman he had promised to take me to see...this is the woman who wanted to see me...this is the woman who my dad later forbade me to visit...this is the woman who I knew loved me...this is the woman i missed even though I never met...this WAS my grandmother.

“She died of cancer,” he said “I just thought I’d let you know!”

WHAT THE HELL DAD!!! WHAT THE FREAKING HELL!!!

As a final resort to salvage my sanity, I have decided to start writing...I have two journals...full of ideas, feelings, intentions but empty of words...seasoned with only the ink of the giver and my prologue covered with procrastination.

Just for the record...my name is MiKa and all this is based on a true story...the life of Melvin Karani Kathurima born 30th June 1988