tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204242772011-11-27T16:56:17.881-08:00Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice...till then, here is a glimpse into my reality. Karibu!Girl next doorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11786858603160127087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20424277.post-38243764839129530252008-05-27T19:49:00.000-07:002008-06-22T00:48:51.521-07:00

I've barely been on this blog in ages, it may be time to officially retire from it. It's time for me to move on in many ways. I have finally graduated from university--I do wish my parents would have been present but I know they're proud of me. They've been my biggest influence and deserve credit for any accomplishments I may have because they always believed in me. I get sentimental when I

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In between my studying, I've read a number of books. Some I penda, others are just for when you need fill your time.1. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.This is a must read for everyone! Beautifully written. Emotional. Powerful. The descriptions give such a vivid picture of what beauty Afghanistan had before the Soviets moved in and war broke out. And that scene that caused so much controversy

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Is there such a thing as being overambitious? Usually it's considered a great thing to have lofty goals and expectations....but sometimes a reality check is needed. I have this love-hate relationship with so-called over-achievers (I may have been one in the past) because I admire all they do but yet make some of us look bad=) Most people don't do it on purpose and I hold nothing against them. But

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There's so much happening on the political scene both at home and over here. I've not been keeping up with the news much apart from listening to NPR. The day we have a new constitution in Kenya will be historic. The idea of power sharing is brilliant, making it work will be an ongoing challenge. It's just like relationships, it takes a delicate balance of power to satisfy everyone. I'm an Obama

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is the title of a book made up of 6 word memoirs. Some by celebrities, others by regular people. I read about it this weekend in The New Yorker and was instantly thrilled with the idea. Summarize my life in 6 words? I'm always up to a challenge so I pulled out a 4x6 card and started writing whatever came to mind.... I kind of identify with the title of the book. It was written by a 25yr old hair

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San Diego was lovely. Got to the airport late and was convinced I missed my flight. Of course there was a long line at the Southwest counter. You could sense the impatience in the line; meanwhile the workers appeared to be moving in slow motion. They seemed understaffed. But then again, that's probably why we can get cheap tickets. When I finally got to the front, I found out all the flights were

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in the words of Robert Frost.The world is seriously f*d up: My grandma and some relaz were forced to flee their home recently following an attack in the ongoing post-election violence in Kenya. The area was being set on fire. We are so grateful that they're safe. I cannot imagine the depth of grief for families that have lost loved ones, and not getting a chance to mourn and bury them in

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This is a sad time for Kenya with all the post-election violence going on. It seems so unreal that these things are going on in our home. I am very grateful that my parents are doing fine. It is so hard to imagine that the small community where we live is no longer a peaceful haven: people's homes have been burned down, there are roadblocks everywhere and gangs are terrorizing innocent citizens.

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Sidenote: Google adsense does pay! I've gotten a dollar and change transferred into my account already. Some sites with high traffic make a sizable income on this kind of thing. Now, if I could get paid to rewrite some of the ads, perhaps more people would check them out....I may rearrange a few things coz I opened my blog today and saw an ad for dating Kenyan women who are 'desperate' for

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I'm supposed to be working on papers right now, but I just had to take a quick break. I haven't hang out in blogland for a while because reading one interesting post always leads to 5 more. And I'm rather opinionated so it's hard to resist sharing my views. Every now and then I go back and read my old posts and people's replies. Sometimes I laugh but other times I think about deleting posts--

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I consider myself a pessimist. A cynic. I haven't always been one. I feel like I've undergone a lot of subtle changes over time until suddenly I realize I'm a different person from what I used to be. Is this what growing up is all about? I guess. I've had a lot of things going on, yet few things have changed. Ironic. It's like running on a treadmill--you cover a large distance yet you don't go

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I've been MIA for what feels like forever...today's my first day back at school which I've been looking forward to. Yeah, I know I'm such a nerd. But this is my senior yr so I'm looking forward to getting done with my program! Stay tuned for an exclusive interview which I'm sure y'all are dying to read (just kidding!)--I just read Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber and it had me

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I am irritated when somebody promises to call on a specific day and time, then doesn't. I hate waiting for a phone call (especially from a cute guy I just met).I realize there are some unwritten rules about how long one should wait before calling somebody back coz if you call too soon you seem desperate; but I don't think you should wait too long either. "You snooze, you lose." I don't like

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I've been missing out on blogging in my current computerless state, just had to drop by. So much has happened, yet few things have changed. This is just a random Monday blurb.

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I have sketchy internet access and an old comp that keeps going off now and then so I haven't been spending as much time online.I'm dying to get my hands a really good book! Haven't been to a library since I moved. There is a bookstore near my place, but I cannot justify buying a brand new book that I'll never read again when I can get a deal on Amazon. I'm not exactly a tree-hugger but I've

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"Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true!" --By ?1) In a state of restlessness, I craved change--I'm now experiencing lots of new things in most aspects of my life.2) I wanted to spend my summer away from my area of residence--I landed a summer gig in a different state.3) I wanted a job with benefits that I could use for myself and extend to my siblings--My summer gig has excellent

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Finally, a belated response to Half'n'half's tag.The Best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.--Robert Burns1. I like quotes, whether famous or unknown. I also like making lots of plans about every move I make in my life; I carry around a 2yr pocket size calendar where I jot down things I'll be doing tomorrow, next month, even next year and beyond. It helps me organize my life and I'd be

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It's that wonderful time of year when we get to do final exams and hand in end of sem essays. 1 down, 4 to go. Then I'm getting the hell out of here for the summer.

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1. The Standard article on women who don't want kids. It's refreshing to have our point of view out there.2. Vitamin Water Formula 50.3. Post-its. They're a brilliant invention.4. Reading newspapers from cover to cover, even browsing through sections I don't really care for like sports. One of those die-hard Kenyan habits!5. The sound of the saxophone. It's very sexy to watch a man play one. 6.

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Just returned from the mountains. What's the point of Spring Break if you don't have a change from routine? Sometimes, you need a change of scenery. Unlike a previous trip , this one was spontaneous.(I've been accused of not being spontaneous). I took part in activities I haven't done in a long time: hiking and biking. My muscles are still aching from one of the hikes we took: it wasn't that long

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by Emily DickinsonI stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously;The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,--This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience.

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WARNING: Long ramble ahead....This time tomorrow, I'll be done with a major test and the essay I'm supposed to be working on right now. I've been trying not to be such a procrastinator. Got most of the studying done and even started on the paper but it's still incomplete. I aim for quality work but need motivation for dull topics. I prefer to write about stuff I feel passionate about. Which is

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by EvanescenceNow I will tell you what I've done for you -50 thousand tears I've cried.Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -And you still won't hear me.(going under)Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)Not tormented daily defeated by youJust when I thought I'd reached the bottomI'm dying againI'm going under (going under)Drowning in

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Just found out I passed a test I took about a month ago. It's a great relief coz now I don't have to take an extra class. You know that feeling of waiting for news? Like when you've just taken a major standardized test that will affect your future or you've just bared your innermost thoughts and feelings to somebody and you're not sure how they'll take it.... I hate not knowing because I tend to

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What's the longest you've gone without sleep? The Guinness world record holder is Randy Gardner who stayed awake for 11 days without any stimulants. It's unbelievable, no coffee? no drugs? for over a week? Amazing what the human body can survive. I value my sleep so when I don't get enough I have to make it up. On my days off one of my ideal activities is sleeping. For at least 8 hrs +. When I

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A week or two ago, I was chatting with a random guy (30-40something yrs old)and I figured that he'd had a couple of drinks sometime that evening. He was rather talkative. He went off on a tangent about marriage then posed the question, "Isn't that what all women want? To get married?" Wow, since when did I become an expert on what all women want? I can't even figure out what I want half the time.

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I haven't posted a new entry in almost 10 days. Some days, I can't put thoughts together coherently. Or I write stuff I don't want anybody to read. Did I lose my mojo? Hope not! It's not because I haven't had any thoughts or views to air. Or that I'm that that boring. (What an insulting description.) In fact some people seem to think I'm rather entertaining. (Eyes roll...) How else would you

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Some pure-bred Yorkshire terriers were dognapped at gunpoint from their home in L.A. Now, all except one have been returned. What is this world coming to? The puppies are really adorable.There's a debate on whether the HPV vaccine should be compulsory for girls in 6th grade onwards. First of all, I hate that issues concerning women's reproductive health are always politicized. I don't hear any

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I give up. On learning how to swim. And other things.I'm reading an anthology for a humanities class and the statement below stuck in my mind:"You're both in the throes of misery, so you're blind to each other's misery" --by Michio Hisauchi in Japan's Junglest Day

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I always talk about the beauty of Kenya, and specifically the rolling countryside where I spent most of my life. So, here's some proof that it's not a desert! I didn't take these pictures, so I have to give credit to the brilliant and skilled photographer J. who I had the honor of meeting while I was home. Waking up to this beautiful sight is practically a daily occurrence. The opposite of the

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So much has been happening around the world. And even though some of the news is "old" I'm gonna share my 2 cents.Barrack Obama is making history. No matter what the outcome is. Wish I got a chance to see him in person, but don't have the budget for the exclusive events. The question whether he is "black" enough is so dumb that it doesn't even warrant an answer. Ati some black leaders were

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I am a weird person.I don't like getting gifts unless they're from blood relatives or very close friends. Why? Because, then I feel like I owe the person something. I hate that feeling. And there are always strings attached. Very few people have the heart to give you something just for the sake of it. Especially if it's a guy. Am I too cynical? Or did I get converted to the individualistic,

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The most hilarious Valentine's post this year is by Ichiena. Check it out! And Modoathii had some wicked advice on avoiding the whole Valo drama.Even though I didn't care to celebrate the day, I got a few messages wishin' me happy val's. The award for the earliest message goes to a dude in Nairobi who asked me to be his valentine a month ago. It was kinda sweet. Dude, how did you know I have a

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What's with the shooting rampage lately? I mean non-gang, non-hunting related shooting. A business meeting in Philadelphia turns deadly. Even malls are gonna start having some serious security after the incident in Salt Lake City. “He was a such a good boy. I don’t know what happened” is what a relative said about the gunman. Don't we people always say that? So basically, all these good people

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Didn't make it to San Diego for the 7's this year. Just waiting to hear all about it from buddies who went. I first visited the city a number of summers ago and was so impressed. Stayed in the Gaslamp quarter, went to Balboa Park and Coronado island. Also crossed the border to Tijuana for a day trip; ate delicious food and drank lots of margaritas. Walking down the streets, some people would

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We all need directions at one point or another. It's great to have signs and symbols to guide us. But it seems like even the most obvious things come with directions. Like a drink that says "twist cap open and drink." But in this extremely litigious society, everything has to be disclosed and stated, even though it seems obvious. That's why the average person has to sign like 100 kinds of

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Decisions.We've all have to make them. I'm torn between some right now. I tend to overanalyze some things and then put off making a choice because I'm thinking of how it will affect future plans. However,I have to act soon and think about here and now as well as the future.

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This won't be a replay of the game coz I didn't watch it but heard the Indianapolis Colts won. I just needed a catchy title:) I rarely watch tv, but I'm into Nigerian movies.So I got through 2 swimming lessons last week. It's fun so far! Even though the water is cold ( thought the pool would be heated), you feel really great afterwards. I can hardly wait for warm weather.School has started off

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When I was a kid, we'd often accompany an uncle to the airport as he jetsetted to work in different parts of the world. I was envious of the people (mostly junguz) lugging suitcases and backpacks ready to fly out. Who cares where they were going? It was an adventure. I'd listen wide-eyed as my Dad and Uncle would regale us with stories of life abroad. Little did I know that someday, I, too, would

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I've read some blogs where New Year's "resolutions" have been thrown out the window in favor of "goals." And I'm liking it. So, pardon me as I dub your ideas and share a few of the goals I have for this year 2007:1)Learn how to swim--in the deep end without floaters. It gets a little embarassing hanging out in the shallow end with the toddlers. This is something I should have learned to do when I

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Guess who's back? (like you really had to...) The past few weeks I spent at home will always be among the most memorable times of my life. I feel amazing after being immersed in the love, warmth, and comforts of home. Spent quality time with peroz (love you Mom and Dad) and relaz. I experienced so much in Kenya, there's no way I could put it all in words. I will share some observations and

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I got home safely, long long layover along the way. I'd read and doze off then wake up to find only 1 hr had gone by. The warm welcome at JKIA was well worth the hassles I went through. Even the immigration dudes were enthusiastic (One even proposed.) Everything is lush and green (lots of rain). I'm taking lots of pics. Lots of changes but some things are the same. I'm eating such good food.

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home!I'm superstitious so I didn't wanna talk about it too much for fear of jinxing it (well, other reasons too). I'm finally leaving on my trip and I live in shagz (that's the countryside) so I'm not so sure how my internet access will be. Went on marathan shopping session yesterday and got help packing from my siblings. A dude at the bank was looking at my DL and was wondering if my relaz

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Hell hath no fury...like a pissed off woman! Imagine being woken up in the dead of night to take a transatlantic call from a person who declares he has "an urgent message." Along with a drunken dial from an undesired admirer, an insistent telemarketer, or a stalker, this is one of those calls you never want to get. And for the record, this happened to me night before last.The caller is not my

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I don't understand the benefits of switching to beta blogger so I'm sticking to the old one for now. I am not a techie kind of person although I operate various electronics and mechanical items daily. When I mention that I want to buy something, say a digital cam. or a comp. I get lots of helpful tips from my technically minded friends but some things just go over my head. Brand names I can

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I went to the "beauty" shop last week, and guess what I bought?(I remember owning a comb like this way back.) &There's a first time for everything; this was the first haircut I gave myself. The results are not too bad. Of all the things I've done to simplify my life, this will rank among the highest.

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Superfudge is a classic from my childhood. It never fails to crack me up=)For anyone who likes books with pictures, try a graphic novel like this. by Marjane Satrapi.I haven't gotten very far; it's deep one.This exact book has been on my shelf for months, but I can't seem to get through the last part where Mitya is on trial. Borrowed from a friend, but at this rate he's probably given it up

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Dear T,You'll probably never read this. I just want to say thank you one more time. Thank you for listening and giving me very practical suggestions (which worked!). I'm glad to know that I have gotten closer to my goal; baby steps that slowly move me forward. It was the one positive spot in an otherwise dreary day. You were the right person to tackle the issue because of your knowledge and

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2 down, 1 to go then school is officially over.The immense relief I feel now that the group paper is done is hard to put into words. It was such a stressful affair right up until the last minute. Tempers flared. Everyone had strong opinions. At least those of us participating. One person was MIA when needed, then in the end offered help as though she was doing us a favor. Calling with excuses

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I got drunk on cough syrup last night. Apparently teenagers have been using this stuff to get high for years. Well, I really needed it. It knocked me out for hours.When I woke up this afternoon, it took all the energy I had to shower, dress, and trek to my neighborhood coffee shop in hopes of getting a hit of caffeine and working on my policy paper. Apparently, everyone had the same idea. It was

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Random celeb trivia:George Clooney is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. (And his pet pig just died.)How will this information help me as I struggle to finish my papers, and study for upcoming finals? Ah, you'd be surprised. There's no direct benefit to knowing the information above as I'm not taking a class on pop culture or hollywood, but there are indirect benefits. Do you ever notice how

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It is World AIDS day, so I feel obligated to share some views on the subject. According to the statistics, I fit the profile of people most likely to be infected just by being from an African country. It's all over the news right now: Sub-Saharan Africa has the highest infection rates. This is one of the most politicized medical conditions ever. Have you ever heard of a World Malaria Day? I

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A couple days ago, I was sitting next to a man who was reeking of onions. I glanced at sideways and saw a takeout container on his lap. An image flashed into my mind immediately: a chicken dish I had at a Turkish restaurant that should be translated into 'raw onions with chicken.' It tasted pretty good but I couldn't eat all those onions. Now, I do love the flavor of onions. They're such a basic

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This cold weather is making me wish I could hibernate, then wake up on the Kenyan coast on a sunny afternoon....For now, I'll sip my hot lemon tea and hope my voice doesn't give out; I've gotta be taking part in a group thing for class in the AM. It's a group of two 'cause some people dropped the class. It's way easier to coordinate fewer people.On a different note, dealing with hormonal swings

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The bug is going around and it's hard to resist: the drama on Grey's Anatomy is rather entertaining. But please move over McDreamy, the only man worth checking out Isaiah Washington aka Dr. Preston Burke. This man is hot! I'm so not into McDreamy types --heartbreakers who think they can get away with everything by virtue of their looks. There's no denying that looks do matter: we all make snap

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Clubbing just isn't my scene anymore--it makes me feel old to say that. There was a time (esp. when I was underage) when I was so eager to go out all the time. I'd go through the hassle of borrowing somebody else's ID and going great distances to club. What made it really fun was obviously the crew I was hanging out with. And seeing all the outrageous things that happen inside. We went to some

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No Thanks to Thanksgiving by Robert Jensen, Journalism Professor at University of Texas at Austin[One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have

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I just discovered Manga. I didn't know much about its existence till this past summer when my younger sibling picked some up. So, I was at the library this week working on a research paper, and somehow I ended up in the teen section and there was a cart labeled "Mature! Parental Advisory!" Of course I had to check it out =) They had a variety so I picked out a couple of the most colorful ones.

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"Complicated" RelationshipsSo, what's your story?I'm seeing this guy...Is he your boyfriend?Well, it's complicated...It's complicated? Since when did that become the standard answer to define one's relationship? Thanks to Facebook's introduction of the "complicated" relationship status last year, "complicated" relationships have been blossoming nationwide. Friends with benefits are benefiting

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I'm really into quotes (and own a book full of them) because they have the ability to convey powerful thoughts in just a few words. You can sit through a lengthy talk or boring conversation and afterwards you can't remember a damn thing the speaker said. Sometimes, it's only one phrase that sticks in your mind. Mahatma Ghandi said "You must be the change you want to see in the world." This came

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Professor Ngugi wa Thiong'o, a prominent Kenyan thinker, writer, and academic (currently a professor at UC Irvine) is subjected to humiliating, racist treatment at Hotel Vitale in San Francisco. You can read the story below on Black Look's blog. Another fellow KBW blogger Majonzi also wrote about this incident titled "When Appearance Matters." The Sunday Nation also has an article on this.What

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I finished reading "The Mayor of Casterbridge" yesterday. It's an excellent book! I should be working on my research paper and other assignments. At Ieast I got caught up with some school work today when I went to the local library. I applied for a library card there, then I realized now I have membership at 4 different libraries: my school, a nearby university, the city where I used to live, and

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Africa your solar tiara knocked down to your neck by rifle buttsthey have turned it into an iron-collar; your clairvoyancethey've put out its eyes; prostituted your chaste face;screamin that it was guttural, they muzzledyour voice, which was speaking in the silence of shadows.Africa,do not tremble this is a new fight,the living wave of your blood secretes unfailinglyconstant a season; night

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This is my 102nd post and it's dedicated to my grandfather who is 102 years old.Time is a fluid concept: it can rush by, slow down to a trickle, or freeze depending on what activity you're doing. When you're having a good time, it's gone just like that. But when you're lining up at the post office, sitting in your doctor's waiting room, or suffering through a boring lecture/sermon time crawls.

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There have been several humorous and very realistic posts on what Kenyan (or Tanzanian, Ugandan) students can expect when they leave home for the West. Y'all will get more advice than you ask for. I won't attempt to be a wise guru who's figured it all out 'cause I haven't, I just want to share a few things based on real life experiences (mine and others'). 1) Welcome to the land of work. We're

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I survived the weekend.It went quite well actually. Managed to memorize my speeches and pull off the performances smoothly. In fact, I got some trophies ranging from 3rd place to 1st. Thanks to my speech coaches who gave me practical critiques. But I think they were kinda surprised too. Got to call my parents and share the news. The 1st place one was such a surprise because I wasn't as confident

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In a few hours, I'll be leaving for the weekend. I'm not even done packing yet. It's not some romantic mountain cabin get-away (I wish!), it's a school thing. Another speech tournament. I can hardly wait for it to be over. Sad to say that I don't really care much for anything except my grade in the class. The advantage of being perceived as dumb is that people don't expect much of you.

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"Tonight is the night that goblins howl..." this is a line from some poem we read in primo years ago. Well, I'm obviously not out partying tonight, didn't even get a costume. It's fun seeing all the costumes, especially the kids who really seem to enjoy it. And all the free candy, wow. When I was a kid, sweets and chocolates were the center of the world. Usually we'd buy cheap sweets when we got

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I attended a great lecture this evening on leadership and visionaries that was very inspiring. It was given by the CEO of a consulting company (our teacher's buddy) and when she described what they do I was thinking "I'd love to work for you!" Well, still have a ways to go before I get there. One of the more immediate tasks is rewriting a paper on policy. It's a group thing: one dude had written

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Had a fun weekend. Ate great food in my new 'hood. I'm one of those people who rarely tries something new unless it's recommended by a friend. If I eat out, I'd rather go somewhere familiar where I know exactly what to expect. Call me boring if you like but I prefer predictability and stability. Hmm, why do I sound like one of the Controllers in Brave New World? Anyway, if someone else comes up

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Last week, I was overwhelmed with school/ work commitments. I was thinking about dropping my speech forensics class to I can have more time to devote to my major classes which aren't going as well as they should. It's that feeling you get when you're 1 or 2 steps behind and struggling to catch up. I hate it! Thing is, I had to make the decision fast because I had to take part in an

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I just read this article: An Elephant Crackup? in the NY Times and I'm amazed at the similarities humans and elephants share.

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2 nights ago, I had a hard time going to sleep. I was physically exhausted but my mind just wouldn't take a break. And of course, I had to be up very early the next day for work. I made it there and got through a hectic day fueled by large amounts of caffeine, sugar, adrenalin, and youthful energy. It was a long, long day....Fast forward to the end, was supposed to meet up with someone to go to

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Yes, it is possible to be surrounded by a crowd yet feel utterly alone. It is also possible to look like you fit in, yet feel completely out of place. What the hell am I talking about? Attending an event last week hosted by the Black Sororities and Fraternities at my school.It all began one afternoon when someone handed me a flyer that stated there was an event scheduled in a couple of days to

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My brain was fried today.It started out with an exam with 138 questions. All multiple choice. I'm one of those students that dives into the exam and leaves the class as soon as possible. I've learned that my first instinct is usually the right one, and if I don't know the answers, sitting around agonizing over them won't help. Next was history class, which is the most enjoyable (usually). Today,

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Color is more than skin deep for young African-American women struggling to define themselves.

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Sometimes, I feel like I'm twice my age--today is one of those days. My joints are aching and every step I take makes me feel old. A warm shower and lots of rest will probably make me feel much better.I don't know if this is another sign of getting older, but all of a sudden I notice kids who are out late, or just hanging out and think "Shouldn't they be home sleeping? Where are their parents?"

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The past weekend has been filled with the hassle of moving. You don't realize how much stuff you have until you try to pack it all up. My books were the heaviest things and took up the most space. We threw out a lot of things and gave away others. Also took stuff to Goodwill. If only there was an affordable way to send things to Kenya....I used to be amazed at how people in the States would throw

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Thursday night was a blast! Made it to all 3 events, and even stopped for a drink at a favorite spot. They served some really good white wine at the gallery (I'm a fan of red) and the exhibit was great. The artist's strength was his charcoal drawings of humans--they were so detailed and life-like. Artists must study human anatomy to be able to capture the human form so well. Didn't Leornado da

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I've got 3 invitations for events happening tonight and I've been deciding which ones I'll attend. Wish they were spread out so I could do them all. There are days when I'm sitting at home searching for something fun to do, and nobody feels like going out. Granted I have an odd schedule. I work weekends these days so I don't go out when most people do. First there's an art gallery opening. I

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I'm so pissed off! I just lost a huge part of the post I wrote, and I can never recreate all those beautifully written words so first, here's something I wrote last year.❝If there's really an "American Dream" then there must be an "American Nightmare." And today I've seen it in the form of a rude Mexican woman working the slot machines at the Las Vegas McCurran Airport. Her heavily made-up face

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I am seriously thinking about shaving my head and keeping my hair really short. By the way it's natural. It takes so much energy and time to style it that I'm wondering why I bother. I don't want to relax it (been there) or loc it (not ready for the commitment) at this time.Pros:1. Less time getting ready in the morning and more sleep.2. No dealing with the pain of a freshly braided scalp with

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I have to confess that I usually focus on reading blogs in KBW (which inspired me to start my own). But, I've realized that it's a huge world and we learn more about each other by interaction. A blog is a very personal view of people's lives and experiences. I'd like to share a few I discovered.1. Sayesha's worldThis blog is written by an Indian girl living in Singapore. Not only is she an

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Moving is a bitch.We've all been through it. First, you start out with a long list of requirements. Then go out on the exciting search for apartments. Depending on the budget, area, and rental market, you may have to adjust some requirements. It's really stressful! Do you pay more for convenience and a quicker commute? Or opt for affordability further out? The nice neighborhoods will always cost

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There's something great about going out for a drink after work. With workmates. Although intoxication often gets a bad rap (with valid reasons-- e.g. damage to your liver), it has the amazing power of bonding people together. You know that straight-laced colleague who barely cracks a smile? Imagine how friendly they get after a couple of pints...Or imagine how relaxed you get after sipping on

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I believe in karma--and it's wonderful to be on the receiving end of something positive. Thank you, cab driver for not only getting me to my destination on time, but also giving me a free ride! (This guy was for real, he didn't have change for the note I was carrying so he said "it's ok." And there were no ulterior motives at all.) I got some of that positive energy to fuel the rest of my day.

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I'm currently engrossed in John Grisham's "The Broker". It's fast-paced and similar to his earlier bestsellers. Before that I read "Plain Jane" by Laurien Gardner, a tale about Jane Seymour and King Henry VIII, that famous English monarch who couldn't stop getting married. He executed 2 of his 6 wives. One of them was 30 years younger than him. Queen Jane was #3 and died a few weeks after giving

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There are few genuine pleasures in this world like coming home to a hot meal. Food is more than calories and a pyramid; it's also about the time, skill, and love that went into its preparation. Many of us will instantly think of our mothers when we think of enjoying a delicious, delectable meal. Since I'm so far from home, I often think of my talented sibling whose culinary skills have produced

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I got this idea from somebody else; it's great coz I like making lists:Jobs I have had:1. Babysitter2. Bakery & Cafeteria worker3. Reader/Tutor4. Front desk receptionist5. Security dispatcherPlaces I have lived:1. Nairobi2. Naivasha3. Athi River4. Eldoret (outskirts)Movies I have watched over and over again1. Sound of Music2. My Best Friend's Wedding3. Wizard of Oz4. GreasePlaces I have been on

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I saw my grade for the summer class that just ended and I'm happy =)The turmoil and unrest in the world has a ripple effect. On Friday, I witnessed a demonstration by a group of Arabs/Muslim/Palestinians who were protesting against the Israeli attack on Lebanon. The group of men, women, and children marched down a major downtown street, chanting for their cause with police cars and motorcycles

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Changeis scary and exciting at the same time.There are times we actively seek it,when we are desperate to break out of the bubble. So we leave our cocoons in search of adventure.Or perhaps, adventure finds us.Either way, we have to brace ourselves for the new and unexpected.

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Got done with my summer class yesterday, phew! It was only a 1 unit class but it involved so much work. A group presentation plus the papers and assignments due the last day. I also had to put a professional portfolio together with a resume, my career objectives, philosophy, samples of projects I've done, etc. First of all, I felt like I didn't have very much to include. Then I searched through

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Home at last. Had a fulfilling day at work. Just wolfed down a cheeseburger and sipped a cold MGD, aah...I tend to eat in front of my computer partly coz of entertainment, and partly coz I like sitting in the comfy blue ikea chair in front of it.Things I find annoying:1) People who call every one they meet 'baby" in whatever context, whether it's "you're still a baby, so young!" or "baby, let's

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Last night, I broke a wine glass. Not big news in my digz as I hold the title of 'most likely to break something--anything!' But why did it have to be one of the new glasses I just bought last week? There comes a point in life when you look in your kitchen cupboard and find it wanting...regularly drinking wine out of styrofoam or plastic cups becomes a thing of the past. Even mango juice tastes

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One of my worst fears is turning into the people I despise most (and there are several types). I've had a recent encounter with the following:MEAN people. Everytime they open their mouths, they spit venom. When you are in the position to help them, they will criticize everything you do. Everyone tries to avoid them, and they know it. The words 'please' or 'thank you' cross their lips reluctantly

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The lack of entries on my blog this past week does not in any way indicate my state of mind; on the contrary, I've been using my brain cells in all sorts of ways...Spent a day having orientation at the university. The information was useful and cleared up the confusion many of us had. Figuring out prereqs, GEs, etc. It's a really huge school so you need to know what you're doing to navigate your

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This evening, I saw a couple of great examples of 'What Not To Wear":1) Sandak--do they even make these anymore? Or rather, do any grown people wear them? (I remember having a pair of light blue ones in nursery school) Well, yeah...as I discovered today...even here in the US of A, they just give them a different name--jelly sandals.2)Layering a pair of shorts over a pair of trousers. Do not do

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Haven't had anything interesting to post about lately. One word to describe my life right now is 'blah'. I tend to write a lot more when I'm really angry or happy--so later I can look back at the situation and see what's changed. When I started high school, I kept a diary. At that time, it was such a risque thing to do in case of discovery. I used to write down everything on my mind, stuff

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I'm so pissed off at myself! (banging head...) Blew off an important appointment earlier today, don't know how I spaced out and forgot. I remembered when it was too late. I'd even written it down in my little calendar that I carry everywhere with me. Oh well...life goes on.

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Sunday: debated as either the beginning or the end of the week. Some go to church, like one lady I bumped into on the elevator wearing a suit and cheerfully throwing a "God Bless You!" my way. I don't live in a religious city so it's uncommon to have a random person say 'God' or 'Jesus' in conversation. I'm often surrounded by people into Buddhism. Also haven't been to church in at least a year;

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