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BUT, after having an amazing brain storming conversation with someone I respect, I realize and confirm that there is something wrong with (me) being content. I regard the state of being content as one being satisfied with the level of his/her life…social, economic, family, intellectual status. The aforementioned therefore making that individual, in my opinion, one who looks out for self and not

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GRAB yourself a copy of this MUST READ book. Stephanie Nolen out-did herself in delving into the hearts of the characters and capturing the essence of a life lived by those afflicted/affected by this disease. I morphed into a child in the night, after lights out, under the covers devouring every page of this superbly written book. The stories are not only amazing, but one can relate to the lives

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I know it’s been a while since I was here but I needed to find an avenue to vent and still remaining anonymous lol….I know that’s relative.Anyhoo, so a lot has been going on in my life. I finally admitted that I was in love with him and we are now one. We were pregnant and it was the best feeling for four months. The morning sickness ALL DAY was a little price to pay for the prospect of the being

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The last few weeks have unraveled for most of us with almost unbelievable dreamlike disbelief. I was glued to the press and world wide web on unfolding events in my beloved Kenya. A debilitating quagmire of uncertainty took over my being and I had to focus and regroup and most importantly pray. At some point I realized that I was praying in anger and thus was blocking the fulfillment of the very

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Absolutely GORGEOUS…who’d believe me if I said that the last scrumptious image wreaked havoc in my life in the spring. This bush, outside my building, gave me the hibby jibby sneezes, runny nose, itchy eyes, scratchy throat for over a month! One day minding my own, walking home from work I saw this gorgeous ball of pink…could it be that my arch enemy had morphed into this oh so yummy bundle…One

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I've been away but i'm back...I think. The last few months have been a roller coaster ride of sorts, one that I wouldn't sentence even my worst enemy to. Memories are ebbing away now and days are looking brighter...

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For as long as I’ve known me, I’ve never held a said hair-do/style for over 6months, and that's pushing it. I like change and oft times, unconventional dos. For over two years now, I’ve been debating on whether I shld go bald or not and I DID IT! I look absolutely scrumptious, or so I tell myself. I shaved my hair off...no one died and I wasn’t forced by tradition to shave. No, I did not have a

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I can’t be your friend anymoreNot like we wereSomething's gotta giveWe can’t ever share what we had beforeYou speak to me like we still belong to that worldFortunately for me, that chapter is goneI’d appreciate it if you understood where I amBut I understand (I think)if you refuse to let goI will not accommodate your disrespectNor will I allow my being to be consumed by your childishnessOne day

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I feel like I've to let the world know that I AM IN LOVE. I spent time with him last week, 8 days to be precise...absolute and total BLISS!!!I feel like I'm on some cloud in the sky looking in on my life.There's this constant smile in my being and the pitta patta in my heart that makes me want to melt away into oblivion.I'm sold man and in my world, goods once sold not returnable!!!

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Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday to me Happy Birthday dear meeeeeeee Happy Birthday to me...REMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX!!!!So, yours truly has been celebrating her bday all month long and the week is finally here. I don't know how to act...Monday...have him dj for me as I dance the evening awayTuesday...dinner with EWednesday...drinks with TThursday...drinks/dinner with AFriday...volunteer then I'm

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My oh my, four days and counting without coffee and my headaches are KILLING me man. I kinda sorta told on self to ma that I’m back to drinking coffee…long story. But short version...she knows that when I’m drinking coffee I easily forget to eat. So I’ve been banned from coffee by the entire fam. and they absolutely positively refuse to send anyone coming from home with Africafe (

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I absolutely and truly looooooooove to celebrate birthdays, especially mine. I woke up bright and early today and voila, August is here…let the games begiiiiiiiiiiin. All day I’ve been excited about the prospect of things to come. Over the years I’ve celebrated bday everyday of the month and this year is no exception. I know what I want for my birthday but here’s a list of some acts of kindness

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This is my left arm on any given day, for the last hmmm 10yrs. Yes all 110 of them. I wear them all the time. I started off with 20 and they have gained substance over the years. I get the weirdest attention from them. Yesterday on my way to work this random dude PLEADED with me to give him just one. Please mistress, he called after me, I’ll pay you. Those are from The Mother landed, he informed

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The Rules are:-i. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.ii. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.iii. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.iv. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.v. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them

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Arrrrrrrrrrgh I hate to be sick. I hate, even more, being fussed over when I’m sick.Hmmm maybe it’s the gods of my previous blog entry getting back at me for picking on my friend or making you lot read jibberish (HA HA that was fun). This thing has grabbed me by the tits man. It’s been going on nearly 3wks now. It’s like a cross between a sinus infection, allergies, a cold and flu from bloody

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I had an overly fantastic weekend…my neck hurts like crazy though, thanx to DJs Nyandat and Adrian…MADNESS!!!I could not have missed this if I was on my death bed, I.V. drip and all…someone somewhere would’ve sneaked me out of hospital and planted the gurney in the corner over there of the dance floor. Man I danced like there was no tomorrow and had a blast at it. But tomorrow there was and in

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I will always be a child of God, along with many othersdaughter to more than onesister to fourchild of my parents and the universeconfidante to manytrusting of a fewkind and gentle to the worldlover of many past casual affair to twofriend to loadsBUT IF our stars are in reckoningI will only always be your wifeAnd you my one true loveThe only state of oneness that I can fathomAs a woman I feel

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I cannot sit still for the life of meMy mind is wandering through the abyss My thoughts seem like nothingness then evolve into the definiteI’m going back to my invulnerable statusI like the comfort it awards and esp. what it keeps me fromThere is an almost virtual imbalance of my beingMy mind is pre-occupiedMy body is coweringMy spirit feels deadI’m hornyI can’t eat…I gag at the thought of foodI’

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Much to my protesting I found myself at some gay-pride "activities" this weekend. Oh my...All I can say is guys you would have thoroughly enjoyed girl on girl action. And gals, the bods...uwiiiiiii!!!!

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So my friends and I normally have these silly exchanges…calling first dibs on each others possessions should the demise of said individual happen. Today dibs were called on my shot glasses, bracelets, music, books and candles by her because she has the spare key to my apt, she can come and pick up the ‘dibbed’ before calling the cops or whoever about my passing. Ok I know, not funny but think

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I used to think that I was incapable of falling in love or being loved because past experiences taught me these untruths. I’m the most confident person I know and still I had to re-condition my being on these almost loathsome thoughts.One day we locked eyes and that is all she wrote. I unconsciously denied it for so long because I strongly believed that being in love is a choice and I had chosen

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Stop whatever it is you are doing at noon today(and the rest of the week)and offer 2 minutes of silence, prayer, meditation, reflection, be still, connect with your God/Creator for Peace, Stability and especially for the end of senseless innocent killings in Kenya!!!

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MAN I am beyond angry at the entire goings on with the wanton Mungiki lot. I think we need the press coverage...good or bad, and in as much as it embarrasses most it's about time we stop wanting others to create rosy pictures of what is not the case as the innocent continue to suffer immeasurably. What gives? I oft wonder/ask what it will take for KENYANS to make our government accountable. They

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I’ve learned that life is too short and a constant metamorphosisI’ve learned that ones quality of life determines the length and fulfillment of ones life-spanI’ve learned that we should not take each other for grantedI’ve further learned that in not taking each other for granted we should be transparent and accommodating especially to those with whom we have relationships, friendships, our kin…I’

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This song came to mind early this morn..."Black, White, Red and Green colours of the flag now as seen. Reminding us of what has been and in the future what has to be seen." I've known the colours of the flag to represent...Black...PeopleWhite...Peace and unityRed...Blood shed for our freedomGreen...LandMy curiosity led me to Google meaning of flag and this is the general consensus...White – peace

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I had a BLAST this weekend and have a scar to show for it (burnt lower right leg while getting on a bike and not realizing the cylinder was HOT. Never mind the numerous warnings that apparently yours truly didn’t hear because of the excitement). I attended the black bikers event in Myrtle Beach. I still have an adrenalin rush from a bike ride and watching bikes and oh so much more. Oh I should

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Graduated on Mon and I had a BLAST. First off I had to be out of the house by 5 to make it to school by 6…sounds insanely impossible but I did. I was in shock and awe for lack of better words. I’d shared my up by 4a out by 5a School by 6a story with a few friends. To my surprise one took it upon itself to rent a limo for me. So I get out my apt and I’m all dolled up in tights and pantyhose (yak

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I think that I am now ready to have my child. I know I know…For some reason I feel settled. HAHAHA funny coz I’m not actively dating, whatever that entails, or in a serious relationship, wait a little moment of disillusionment - I’m not in a relationship with anyone period!So I graduate on Monday, yippeeeeeeeeee...it’s been a loooooooooong time coming. I am NOT marching and most of my friends don

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Is that too much to ask for? I don't get incompetent folk and never will so I'm retrieving to my happy place til 5.00pm. Enjoy this with me if you please, with a tall order of cold flat coke....BLISS!!!

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Vengeance tis sweet mwahahahaaaaaaaa…that goes to you 3N my stalker aka not-sure-if-you’ve-a-crush-on-me-or-working-your-way-there aka tagger. Here go 7 things that people don’t typically know about me…*When I’ve had a long day (or not) I love to go home take off the confining garments, put on my heels and dance to my hearts content…wine and candles the works… I call it serenading myself.

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I’m reading this oh so scrumptious book (The Brothers Karamazov) and felt the need to share words that I found profound and that keep resonating in my soul. For as long as I’ve known me I’ve been rather intolerant of stupid people. And yes, I know that stupid is relative but for me it’s all lumped up together in an insufferable ball that needs to be eradicated from the face of the earth….tossed

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This may seem inconsequential but one of my absolute pet peeves is chipped nail polish and unkempt nails in both men and women. I do not and will not understand how one can leave their house with their nails looking all tore up! The greats created clear nail polish, and or nail polish remover so that we don’t have to subject others to unsightly nails. Y’all PLEASE take care of your nails…pretty,

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I used to think that I could get along with men by understanding the intrinsic nature of their beings. I even thought that I had a very profound understanding of the male being because I have oh so many male friends and have some mind blowing discovery discussion into the make-up of ‘the male’, this, in addition to the reading that I’ve immersed self in. And I’m proud of self to some extent in

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The other day I read a suicide note that not only tugged at my being, but that also heightened my curiosity and need to want to reach out. The note highlighted some of the major causes of the unworthiness of the life and hence the need to stop existence. I was angry because I did not understand why such seemingly mundane reasons would be due cause to cease existing. We all deal with basic

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I love to wake up early on Saturdays and make a day of it. I go to the bookstore for a few hours, listen to music and read to my hearts content. As a treat for the long week and life to come I saunter in to La Madeleine. The cashiers/servers know me and immediately load my tray with Chicken Friand (mushroom sauce on the side) and Sacher Torte (SINFUL is an understatement) oh my, as if this is not

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He said I hurt him I said I told you so…I refuse to be subjected to the reverse psychology bollocks...ok not submit but understand that I hurt him when I never told him I liked him.I’ve been friends with said dude for over 10years on and off but we finally reunited about two years ago and we’ve been almost inseparable. We talk about anything and everything and we can sleep on the same bed and

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One of my fave movies ever, apart from Sound of Music, is Pay It Forward. The blatant effortlessness of blessing another by simple random acts of kindness leaves me feeling tingly. The notion has been tugging at my heart probably since I watched an Oprah show late last year when she gave the audience $1000 each, with explicit instructions that they were to go forth and bless another with the

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Do men and women have different notions about clandes? Was up till the wee hours of the night trying to console a friend who claims she’s in love with her clande. This irks me to the bone because this is the second night that I’ve had to console and listen to rationalizations and ‘insanity.’ Ok, maybe I’m being a tad insensitive and harsh here but I simply don’t get it or maybe refuse to.

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Is the soul a feature that can be customized, switched on and off? Is it tangible? Can we measure its potential, desire, capability, intentions…? What is ones soul, why do we need a soul, what good does it do a body to have a soul?A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in church and the minister was going on and on about how we create images of our selves and only let certain people into certain

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Oh yeah I beseech you...when did Jack and the bluetooth dude - Graham become brothers...definately a twist I didn't see coming. Almost turned off telli when they unleashed this one but decided to give it a chance. What was intriguing to me is how real the nuclear explosion felt to me. Hmmm, I shall remained tuned!

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The other day I was paralysed by fear and almost made a wrong and oh so stupid decision. It wasn't until after I had coaxed self into reaching out that I realized how detrimental and crippling fear can be to ones being.In my seeking to rid self of the unsettling feelings that were marathoning in my head I choose to watch movies all weeken. One of the movies I watched was Akeelah and the Bee and

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I have to go see a Doc about my boob today and I'm oh so freaked out about it...

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Hope you had a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious festive season…I did. Friends, laughs, sand, sea, sun, food, drink oh the food…movies, books, the power of giving, alone time…simply restful….BLISS actually. I had a gorgeous vacation and I’m grateful for the time to rejuvenate.Now I’m back to the grind and loving it. For some odd reason I oft miss work when I’m away for more than three days. I

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Today is my last day at work you see, and I plan to grab the rest of the year by the horns and enjoy to my hearts content. Two and a half weeks should be long enough for me to rejuvenate my soul. I’ve had ups and downs aplenty this year and I’m about to bury all of that. I plan to watch movies and read and spend time with family/friends and catch up on rest and volunteer and play in snow and go

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…no I’m done with school forever man. It’s been a journey worth the bumpy road. I turned in my last paper a week ago and sat for my last (God-willing) exam almost a month ago. The exam was grueling and I pray to God that I don’t have to re-sit any section.The other day I was actually toying with the idea of pursuing my PsyD…HAHAHA…what are you high on woman. I may be one of those condemned to

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My heart is whispering with oh so sweet tunes the likes of……When I fall in love… Summertiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime Surrounded by candles and swaying away to…Nat King ColeElla FitzgeraldLouis ArmstrongBillie HolidayMiles DaviesDuke Ellington (shhhh don’t tell the rest about my love for you)They are over taking my soul and taking my being to a seemingly connected parallel universe whereJohn LegendIndia

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What is it about this time of the year that seemingly makes people act wacko man or that brings sadness to many…afterall tis the season to be grateful and joyful and all that good stuff. Could it be the pressure to want to please and be pleased. I’ve come to not enjoy Christmas and the entire season as much as I did when I was home. It seems so commercialized and the true meaning of Christmas

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Saturday I woke up early and went to volunteer to package and distribute Thanksgiving baskets. The experience left my being smiling…we had loads of fun dancing and working and singing and playing games and yet, putting our best effort in making a difference in anothers’ life. My heart was soooooooooo overwhelmed when we went to an old peoples home and were greeted with zeal enough to fit a King.

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I have this thing going with my McDreamy. Its weird I tell ya. We spend hours on end talking and laughing and watching movies/tellie and playing scrabble and sitting in silence and hmmm dare I not say what else. I’ve always been intrigued and even challenged by his intelligence. He makes my brain think and I love to be in that state of mind coz that means my brain is evolving and absorbing and

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Day 3 and 4 are kinda jumbled together. This has become part of my routine…drinking the Lemonade is becoming more of a chore than anything. I’ve started to gag at the thought of ingesting lemonade and sea salt mix and seena tea…the peppermint tea is a relief and reward at the end of all this. The cleansing is going great though I’ve been up or woken up several times a night to cramping stomach

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Sunday my friends and I went to eat and had several discussions one of which included our seemingly unhealthy eating habits. I for one can’t remember the last time I had a home-cooked meal. Always on the go and it’s easier to load up on milk and cereal and granola bars and oatmeal and coffeeeeeeeeeeeee (nyamie)…then maybe over the weekend grab a seemingly robust meal that sees me through the next

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I am quite INCENSED tell me this how can anyone in their right mind convince me that the political agenda in Kenya is just but an economic gain, a ruse for the greedy to accumulate more wealth than they would need in their lifetime...ppl are dying in Kenya because of supposed instigated clashes, at this point instigation is not even important in mine eyes...it's atrocious to me that ppl are dying

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Today’s gloomy weather goes with the way my soul feels about people, no beasts who molest and abuse others and especially those who prey on children. What is the point, someone please tell me. How demented can you be to think that you can derive pleasure from an individual who is mute to your indulgence. Yesterday a friend of mine shared with me that she observed her ONE year old child grinding,

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Tee hee I think my LOVE for music will be my death, honestly man. Any genre goes. First thing when I wake up in the morn’ is walk to my bathroom and play a CD (my friends think I’m weird that I have a mini CD player in my bathroom). I dance away as I go on with my getting-ready-routine and have often missed the bus coz I had to had to dance to just one more song. I feel a sense of frenzy overcome

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WOLOLO somebody dared to provoke to attempt to venture into breaking into my apartment…ASHINDWE…got home a little after dark and first thing I noticed was the crack on my door…I inserted my key and that’s when it dawned on me that some bloody culprit had not quite brought his A game to my doorstep. On my first attempt, my key wouldn’t unlock the door. Rang my nosey neighbors doorbell and she

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I’ve had a crush on Mr. Man for oh so long…I’m talking years here. How can I shake this off man or do I even want to…I think and I’ve told him as much that he is my ‘The One.’ Don’t ask me what that means…I’ve heard people esp. females (tee hee – I hate that term) use that plenty so now I’m exercising my right to use it. Yes I undeniably believe that he is the one and told him this on a drunken

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I woke up early this morn' to the blissful sound of rain...almost called in but remembered that tis friday and we do get off at noon so why call in. My mind travelled to my early primary experiences and for some reason all I could think about was Sister Pauline standarding over us, during music lessons, and yelling as loud as her lungs had capacity for. This one memory that keeps haunting me is

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Let you act a fool time and time againLet you constantly be rude and obnoxiousLet you erode others with your sarcastic, almost childish snide remarksLet you drive on the wrong lane without pulling you over for fear of stepping on your toesLet you continue to be infested by your unhealthy habits without a word of cautionLet you sweep your shit under the mat until your being starts to reek Let you

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I’ve had an interesting past week to say the least. Sunday the 15th I participated in the AIDS Walk and had oh so much fun. My friends came out to support and we all wore THE Kenyan team rugby shirts…ok maybe not THE, all the same you get the gist, we were all wearing our paraphernalia and looked like quite the team…and made a spectacles of ourselves singing ‘Eloya’ and the like. We truly had

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Why didn’t I get the ‘It’s going to be COLD memo?’ Don’t get me wrong I loooooooooove fall…in my perfect world, we’d have one season…yes, you guessed right. I love the change of leaves and the oh so subtle breeze and crashing leaves as I walk and taken in the fresh air without humidity invading my environment. Got out of my house feeling all cute and stuff in my flimsy hoodie and sandals and

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Mom sure was on to something when she woke up at the crack of dawn and ensued to wake the entire household up. As a result of this ‘training’ I’ve become an early bird…I’ve been accustomed to waking up with the kuku’s and stewing in bed for about two hours especially over the weekends. Lately I’ve taken to getting out of bed as soon as I awaken and seizing the day. Saturday found me at the

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Because you make me feel specialBecause you treat me with respectBecause you deserve someone like me in your lifeBecause you are there for me, no questions askedBecause it is the least I can do since you make me HAPPYBecause my heart skips a beat whenever I see or think about youBecause love hath no boundariesBecause you are my friend and I yoursBecause I really truly like you a whole lotBecause

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It’s hard to believe that today marks a year since you departed…I was so inconsolable when you passed I thought I was loosing my mind...I had known you all my life and have fond memories of your interaction with the family...priceless. I can still hear your laughter which is so similar to dads it’s mind-boggling or the way you walked into the house yelling out for mom or dad by their pet names.

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I’ve been debating with self over whether or not to post this because like many, my privacy is priceless…but because I feel this almost obligation to humankind here goes...I loathe clothing esp. when I go to bed…I like to feel free and untouched…all this to say over a month ago I woke up bright and early to get ready for work…my nudity was insulted by a weight on my left breast…I was still kinda

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If there ever was such a weekend this will go down in history as being a perfect weekend...my Friday started on a great foot...I worked till noon then went out to lunch with this oh so scrumptious man – tall, dark, baritone, intelligent, humorous - say I more...I spent the rest of the day studying for my comprehensives, which I take at the end of October...some of my most precious moments are

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yehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw...if i can only get thro this day then the rest of the week will be just marvelous man...if you don't already listen to capital please do...today they are truly outdoing themselves with the old skool man...auwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

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One of my greatest pet peeves (that beats squeezing toothpaste from any which point, or leaving the toilet seat up or talking on the phone as you munch away or honking/whistling at me as you drive by or gossip or…) is being late…what’s the point of setting appointments if you can not be on time…you call me and tell me lets meet at 7:00pm for dinner…we both agree on 7:00…why then would you think

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Late last year I indulged in a yoga class devotedly six days a week for a little over eight months…though the classes were expensive that’s the best, most rewarding $$ I’ve spent on me, ever…the first two months were a thriiiiiiiiiiiiiill, well all the rest were but the first two more so because I was on a horny constant for that duration…boy oh boy…and it didn’t help that I was practicing

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I am what they call a humanitarian by nature, with my biggest passion being HIV/AIDS…the eradication of the disease is paramount in my opinion…my life’s dream is to go back home and bombard the country with AWARENESS campaigns - abstinence and condoms and workshops and education and counseling…In this day and age there is not an acceptable excuse that I can think of for the swelling number of HIV

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the other day I walked into a Drs. office and the individual at the front desk was soooooooooooooo bloody unpleasant and I started to say some' back but held my tongue...first off if you're in such a position you should be as pleasant as pleasant can be...you are after all handling individuals who are visiting the office for various health reasons and you should treat them with utmost tenderness

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Yeah imagine that 706 hours later...I AM DONE...I’m so utterly excited and at the same time feel a great sense of loss...I’ve enjoyed every moment at my internship...it’s been a wild ride man...I didn’t think I’d ever accomplish 700 let alone 706 hours but by golly I did it! This experience has taken my mind and soul to extremes (even body)...I’ve learned how to be a counselor by simply listening

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This has been a long time coming...i'm finally stepping out of my 'box' and placing my expressions in public...i express myself best in written word (hmmm is that me placing me in a box again) and find deep comfort in it...i have so many thots running wild in my head or in my journal and i oft times think that i was on the written verbosity line way too long while HE was dishing out the act of

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