<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:46:10.645-07:00</updated><category term='Fads'/><category term='odds n ends'/><category term='quagmire'/><category term='Of the martians'/><category term='Asante'/><category term='Album Reviews'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='1st of the month'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Randomnities'/><category term='Good deals'/><category term='phobias'/><category term='TGIFridays'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='AIDS is real'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Outrage'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>In the confines of my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>There are so many nooks and crannies in there (even empty spaces)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-4339213871084709711</id><published>2009-12-07T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:56:43.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>??????</title><content type='html'>It seems like I can not catch a break!!!! I could not access this blog, so I moved, then the place where I moved to has been blocked, then I've realised this has become accessible again, what the hell?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhuu I still love this space because the templates so nice and vibrant so when I really need to say something I will defnitely be venting on this space!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-4339213871084709711?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4339213871084709711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4339213871084709711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4339213871084709711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='??????'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-2809959178378038718</id><published>2009-11-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:21:40.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>COPYING.....</title><content type='html'>Due to unavoidable circumstances, I have been forced to export my blog to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;I have also realised wordpress is a very cool blog host with a lot of tools that blogger unfortunately does not offer so you can catch me at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reallyclueless.wordpress.com/"&gt;MY NEW BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who has me on their blog roll, sorry for the inconvenience, if you wish, kindly change my blog address to www.reallyclueless.wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I will still be blogging here so this aint the lost of 'In the confines of my mind'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-2809959178378038718?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2809959178378038718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2809959178378038718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2809959178378038718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving.html' title='COPYING.....'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-7377055882204202935</id><published>2009-11-05T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:32:46.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIFridays'/><title type='text'>TGIFridays</title><content type='html'>Lesdodis!!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Let's do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank God it's Friday!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am excited about&lt;/blockquote&gt;hanging out with my cousins today. Wow I actually do not remember the last Friday that I just went home and chilled! Next week that is top on my schedule for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I am feeling&lt;/blockquote&gt;peachy. No feeling stands out in particular this morning so I'm easy breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Funky Friday Theme song is&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nuh Linga by Elephant man. Some&amp;nbsp;road show&amp;nbsp;truck is blaring it out loud outside my office. I love this song it is so catchy, and a great track to dance to as we all try to sweep like they do in the video. I hope I hear it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This weekend I&lt;/blockquote&gt;just wanna chill out. After all my scheduled activities I am locking myself in my room, watch serieses and maybe make some jewellery because this missy here has to make some bank. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;young mula baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am really craving&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvOmLxCV3LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vzHL_iyLAY8/s1600-h/kiss-me-bass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvOmLxCV3LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vzHL_iyLAY8/s400/kiss-me-bass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You may conquer with the sword but you are conquered by a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish&lt;/blockquote&gt;this flu would go away already! The full blown effects have not checked in yet, but I am so screwed if they do because my sinuses usually hurt like shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hope&lt;/blockquote&gt;they do not discover how I am beating the system. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;fingers crossed&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today's inspirational quote&lt;/blockquote&gt;'To climb steep hills requires a slow pace at first'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have a Fabulous Friday!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;P.S should I move my blog to wordpress?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-7377055882204202935?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7377055882204202935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/tgifridays.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7377055882204202935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7377055882204202935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/tgifridays.html' title='TGIFridays'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvOmLxCV3LI/AAAAAAAAAb8/vzHL_iyLAY8/s72-c/kiss-me-bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-460815783071881973</id><published>2009-11-04T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T00:35:26.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><title type='text'>Jeeeez!!</title><content type='html'>I was originally thinking of writing about how my life seems to be kinda boring without receiving any male attention but eish I have seen the benefits of just being left alone, it became very clear today.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how the people you yearn for never say a word, but other people, especially the one's who do not particularly interest &lt;strike&gt;jazz&lt;/strike&gt; you, always seem to be nagging you left right and centre?&lt;br /&gt;I must say, men go around acting all macho, the epitome of masculinity, yet they start whining about how women do not hola &lt;strike&gt;sijui nini nini&lt;/strike&gt; sheesh grow some cahones &lt;strike&gt;yawa.&lt;/strike&gt; We women hate it just the same way guys hate being nagged by women about not holaing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The leaving of a message is one half of a social contract which is completed by the checking of the message. If that contract breaks down then all social contracts break down and we descend into anarchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That quote there is from The Big Bang Theory,&amp;nbsp; I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being ignored!!!! I believe that if I call you, at least pick up the phone. If I ring you more than once and you do not pick up, the least you can do is call me back when you see my missed call. If I text you, please reply, at least within the 24 hour window, or within the same week, otherwise I will not bother trying again.&lt;br /&gt;If I write on your wall, reply on my wall, or at least comment on it but do not ignore it, or I will ignore your ass till you decide to hala at me first! &lt;strike&gt;sometimes I take it personally&lt;/strike&gt; If I inbox you, just be courteous and reply.&lt;br /&gt;If I twit you, twit back.&lt;br /&gt;It is that simple. Those are the communication standards that I live by and adhere to as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;If you decide not to hola back at me, I will of course not be amused, but I will not bother asking you why your ignoring me,&amp;nbsp; I guess you have your reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I have this friend of mine &lt;strike&gt;punk&lt;/strike&gt; who rarely picks up my calls or reply my texts, he makes me so freaking mad! By the way I have decided if I am not worth communicating with over the phone, then he does not deserve my attention in person, and he will face my wrath the next time I see him. &lt;strike&gt;do not worry its nothing serious, I am a friendly girl&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;You know how when you receive a text how excited you get, till you see who sent it? Then when their identity is revealed your heart either skips a beat or sinks?&lt;br /&gt;If my heart sinks, and I am not so jazzed about it, I will reply &lt;strike&gt;out of courtesy&lt;/strike&gt; but just not with as much urgency as if it was someone I was excited about &lt;strike&gt;but before the 24 hour window closes&lt;/strike&gt;. Just do not go freaking out on me and start making funny assumptions.Be easy I will get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway right now my mind is really at peace, no male distractions whatsoever, and right now I think it is better if it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvE5VaFwAGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wzfkLRVmkdU/s1600-h/nails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvE5VaFwAGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wzfkLRVmkdU/s320/nails.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the flipside, peep this nails, aren't they just dandy??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will not be able to tweet as much anymore, due to some uncontrollable circumstances *sob* *sob* which is sad because today I marked my 1000th tweet. Anyway I will try to tweet whenever I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-460815783071881973?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/460815783071881973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/jeeeez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/460815783071881973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/460815783071881973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/jeeeez.html' title='Jeeeez!!'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SvE5VaFwAGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wzfkLRVmkdU/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-8991484102109422174</id><published>2009-11-02T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:44:03.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of the month'/><title type='text'>First of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="left" scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/n.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/o.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/v.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/e.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/m.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/b.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/e.gif" /&gt;&lt;img alt="www.bigoo.ws" border="0" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/letters/style13/r.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Glittery texts by bigoo.ws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I am a little late on this, it being 2nd of November here in Kenya but in some parts of the world, I am sure it still is 1st November :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October highlights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October was a really chilled out month for me. But here are some of the things that stuck out for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Top 100 parties at Carnivore and I had so much fun, and we took some fabulous pictures. If you hear about the next one make sure you go, I promise you you will not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my mother for the &lt;a href="http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tpf3-grand-finale.html"&gt;Tusker Project Fame Finale&lt;/a&gt; and we had so much fun! She was so happy and excited which was awesome because I really wanted to do something nice for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won something :) I won a Palmers Cocoa Butter hamper but I still haven't received it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mizizi class had a fun day out with some adorable kids 2 weeks ago and I had so much fun with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated halloween for the first time ever and it rocked! Kenyans this year went all out, I was surprised! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Su67xNYeoeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/evKPRMO6xn4/s1600-h/IMG_3399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Su67xNYeoeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/evKPRMO6xn4/s320/IMG_3399.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I dunno what this dude was meant to be lol but he was not the only one who dressed up. There were witches, wizards, vampires, grim ripper, Amy Winehouse, a kitty, a mbotch, pirates, warewolves, Superman &lt;strike&gt;who proceeded to ask me if I was Lois Lane (Lame).&lt;/strike&gt; The best costume I saw was a chic dressed as Beyonce &lt;strike&gt;think the Single Ladies video&lt;/strike&gt;. She looked spectacular! All this went down at the Nondescript Clubhouse and I had a ball!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I met up with my friends this weekend as well, and we went to Kenya's version of an amusement park at Rim's Club on Langatta Road and we went on the banana, ferris wheel and the merry go round thing. The banana was the scariest of them all, you can practically feel your stomach moving up and down, I shut my eyes so tightly lol. But the second time round, I learnt a trick, laugh at the other people more freaked out than you :) I have always wanted to go on a rollercoaster, but after the banana, will I manage really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October downsides&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So I went from being confused by two men to none at all. I miss the male attention, but I think it was a very good thing that I got out before anything serious happened, I have emerged unharmed with my being remaining intact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;How could I miss the MTV Africa Music Awards (MAMAs) ??? And the white party at Tribe? I still feel very badly about that. But I have to give them props, who new a Kenyan Award show would go so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dstv was put off :( National TV is soo boring Jesus!!!! I just get home and sleep rather than be subjected to News or that God awful mbotch station known as Citizen Tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bills! Bills! Bills! I have debts which I am yet to pay, and the pressure is starting to pile up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am still unsure about my career path :-/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October discoveries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There is this girl that I know from mutual friends of ours. The first time I officially met her was last year like March, I thought she was so cool, and really nice. After that day, the next numerous times we came across each other, we never spoke. I assumed she chose to forget who I was, and being the proud person that I am, I never made the first attempt to try and speak to her either. I met her at a party last month and she proceeded to introducer herself to me &lt;b&gt;twice&lt;/b&gt;! It just made me wonder whether I was that insignificant for her not to remember me that she had to re-introduce herself on the same night. So this weekend, I discovered that she felt the same way as me. She thought that I used to ignore her on purpose as well. I was honestly shocked when I heard about that. This pride of mine really gets me into problems sometimes. So I have decided the next time I see her, I will greet her as warmly as I can, and try explain that I was not trying to be a snob or anything, and hopefully we will be able to become good friends after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also discovered not focusing on men is easy, fun and stress free! The two times I went out last month, was purely a girls night out. We got all dolled up and proceeded to ignore advances from random men and I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I look forward to in November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This month my cousin and one of my closest friends are celebrating their birthdays so that is definitely something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also cannot wait to get my hair undone, it is really making me conscious about my forehead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, that's all!&amp;nbsp; I am waiting for December for all the summer bunnies to come back to the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What were your highlights, downsides and discoveries for the month of October? What do you look forward to in this brand spanking new month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-8991484102109422174?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8991484102109422174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-month.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8991484102109422174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8991484102109422174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-month.html' title='First of the month'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Su67xNYeoeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/evKPRMO6xn4/s72-c/IMG_3399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-2630583353784707740</id><published>2009-10-29T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:46:42.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIFridays'/><title type='text'>TGIFridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank God it's Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;meeting up with my friend tonight at a halloween party that I am so not dressing up for. I do not know why this year Halloween has been really hyped up, but I'm not jumping on that bandwagon, I'l go dressed up as myself but with creepy eyes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I dunno, I cannot quite tell what it is that I am feeling today.... so lets just say that I am easy breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Funky Friday Them Song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fall in love by D'Banj. That Naija boy is just too cool for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This weekend I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;am meeting up with many of my friends who I have not seen in a while so I am really stoked about it. I plan to party hard, have lottsa fun, and somehow make it to church on Sunday. We will see how well that will go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am really craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SupqkZVGJII/AAAAAAAAAbk/RqCAGg61JkM/s1600-h/Hamburgers2101_468x708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SupqkZVGJII/AAAAAAAAAbk/RqCAGg61JkM/s400/Hamburgers2101_468x708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A gorgeous tripled stack thing of beauty like this!! I'm having a burger for lunch today for sure, a double stacked one. Today we are having githeri &lt;strike&gt;maize and beans yuck!!&lt;/strike&gt; which I CANNOT stand so its best that I stock up at lunch time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;that most of my prayers will come to pass soon, but I put everything in your hands Almighty Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;there will not be too much drama tonight because I know I will meet with those characters for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today's inspirational quote is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'The indefatigable &lt;strike&gt;what does that mean??&lt;/strike&gt; pursuit of unnattainable perfection alone gives a meaning to our life'&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I have no idea what that means, these quotes are from my quote calendar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just click on the comment link, and tell us what your excited about, how your feeling, your theme song today, what the weekend holds for you, what your craving, your wishes, your hopes and an inspirational quote you would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Have a Fabulous Friday!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-2630583353784707740?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2630583353784707740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2630583353784707740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2630583353784707740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays_29.html' title='TGIFridays'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SupqkZVGJII/AAAAAAAAAbk/RqCAGg61JkM/s72-c/Hamburgers2101_468x708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-301877611217971603</id><published>2009-10-28T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:05:10.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>I wanna do bad things with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SufsrMKlIKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XYhcOl7fVLA/s1600-h/true-blood-season-two-teaser-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SufsrMKlIKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XYhcOl7fVLA/s400/true-blood-season-two-teaser-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching true blood you will definitely want to do bad things with anyone WEG &lt;strike&gt;wicked evil grin&lt;/strike&gt; Everywhere on the net I kept on hearing about twilight, new moon, true blood, vampire diaries, and I was really wondering what was behind all the hype about vampires. There have been dozens of movies and serieses about vampires, so why were people excited all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;I really was not moved because honestly, all vampire storylines are practically like the same in my opinion. Anyhoo this weekend I got my hands on True blood and I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;First up Anna Paquin (Sookie Stackhouse) is just gorgeous, I love her gap &lt;strike&gt;mwanya&lt;/strike&gt; I used to have a small one once upon a time, but thanks to retainers, I lost my gap :(&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that the characters had that western &lt;strike&gt;texan&lt;/strike&gt; accent, I never expected that at all. It just goes to show just how talented these actors are. Stephen Moyer (Bill Compton) is actually British and Ryan Kwanten (Jason Stackhouse) is Australian but they totally nail the accent.&lt;br /&gt;From the get go you can just see the chemistry between Sookie and Bill is simply electrifying! The sparks can start a fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Sufpnm6i9FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XaDjFOUF8jo/s1600-h/bill-holds-sookie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Sufpnm6i9FI/AAAAAAAAAbM/XaDjFOUF8jo/s400/bill-holds-sookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is definitely no surprise that these two are engaged in real life, because that intensity cannot be faked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the basic storyline revolves around Sookie, a pretty waitress at Sam's bar. She meets Bill, a vampire and they fall for each other to the dismay of the entire community. Her bestfriend Tara and her boss Sam are both against the idea of her fraternising with a dead blood sucker but for totally different reasons. Tara is afraid for Sookie's safety and well being, while Sam in addition has been habouring feelings for Sookie for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Jason is Sookie's manwhore of a brother who shags anything that moves. Lately the women he sleeps with end up dying and making him the chief suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lafayette is like my best character. He is Tara's ghetto fabulous gay cousin who peddles all kinda drugs including V. V is vampire blood which gives users 'life'. I love Lafayette, he looks so gorgeous in makeup, and he has the prettiest toe nails. But when he decides to suite up, he really cleans up nice and looks so handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SufrnsT67EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DFpGpUTiNN8/s1600-h/lafayette.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SufrnsT67EI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DFpGpUTiNN8/s400/lafayette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After watching True blood, I discovered that I would definitely offe rmyself to a vampire lol. I have just gotten a few episodes of Vampire Diaries so I cant wait to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;True blood is definitely a must watch so find a way of getting your hands on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-301877611217971603?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/301877611217971603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-do-bad-things-with-you.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/301877611217971603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/301877611217971603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wanna-do-bad-things-with-you.html' title='I wanna do bad things with you'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SufsrMKlIKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/XYhcOl7fVLA/s72-c/true-blood-season-two-teaser-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-3180461243664046086</id><published>2009-10-26T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T01:35:19.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Issues</title><content type='html'>Thank God for blogs, its a nice public, open avenue to bitch and vent without a care in the world!!&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely having Monday Moods today, so many things are weighing down on me. When I think about them, they may seem like the lamest things ever &lt;strike&gt;so many people have it far worse&lt;/strike&gt; but I do not care, in my world, my problems are a big deal regardless of how meager they may seem.&lt;br /&gt;First up this weather just blows, it is still very gloomy, then sunny, then gloomy, can it freaking make up it's mind already?&lt;br /&gt;This is my final week at work, my contract ends on Saturday, and I am unsure about my future here. My future does not look so bleek, but I would really love some stability in my life, I am not feeling this contract thing. My dad is really hustling me to give him my CV to distribute and stuff, he is a marketer, and good at his job &lt;strike&gt;he was a cop, and good at his job....renegade lol&lt;/strike&gt; Anyway he really is good at marketing me as a potential employee. The weird thing is the more he urges me to look for a job, the less I feel like doing it. Call it defiance I dunno why I do it, but clearly I will have to give in by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I would not mind getting a break, all I get is weekends and that totally sucks since I do not have any leave days :( But the bad thing is I have debts, I owe people gifts, I have many things to buy from my wish list aaarrrghhhhh I wanna be a kid again this adult life is hard! &lt;br /&gt;Today the men aren't really on my mind, which is good because it seems their significance is really dwindling when it comes to the sitcom known as my life. I have come to the conclusion that my significance in their own lives has also clearly reduced but whatever, right now it does not feel like a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;But today there is the great debate, to go see one of them, where one of the others will be there? or to avoid that situation all together..... hhmmmm I dunno. It is a catch 22 of some sort. I had promised I would see him, but should I just ask him if he will be there or just wait for him to ask again? And if I go and run into the other guy with that stalker psycho, what is gonna go down? Talking about this is a mistake even so let me stop there.&lt;br /&gt;Some other nonsensical issues that I have today, I seem to be peeing in intervals of 40 minutes and I am fucking tired of it. And no I do not have a disease, my body just gets rid of toxins faster than the average person :p&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I will have for lunch today &lt;strike&gt;do not laugh, its a big deal!!&lt;/strike&gt; My office is located at a horrible location so not so many restaurants are near here, and I did not order for lunch from the mandazi guy. But I think I will just dash to the supermarket across the highway and buy yoghurt and cereals, I really enjoyed it last time.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is only a week and some days old, and I hate it already! I keep getting mixed reactions about it, but regardless, it is getting tangled, and I am just not feeling it. But I am stuck with it for the next month or so, so Im just gonna suck it up!&lt;br /&gt;I really miss my friends, a whole lot :(&lt;br /&gt;I think airing out my trivial issues is really making me feel better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuVUvtLanWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oIhBzM6ztC4/s1600-h/nature.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuVUvtLanWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oIhBzM6ztC4/s400/nature.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found this picture on flicker and it is really calming. I wish I could somehow find myself at the beach down at the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway thank you for listening, and if your having the Monday Blues as well, maybe you can share your remedy for how to beat it. Cheerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-3180461243664046086?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3180461243664046086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/nonsensical-issues.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3180461243664046086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3180461243664046086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/nonsensical-issues.html' title='Nonsensical Issues'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuVUvtLanWI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oIhBzM6ztC4/s72-c/nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-8217181280242284730</id><published>2009-10-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:01:18.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIFridays'/><title type='text'>TGIFridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank God its Friday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yup! Yup!! Its Friday! LESDODIS &lt;strike&gt;let's do this!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;seeing my cousins today. It has been sooo long since I saw them and visited them at their house so I have really missed them and I cannot wait to catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;The weather is still all gloomy, and my mood kinda matches it for no reason in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My Funky Friday Theme Song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Everything, everyday by Fabulous feat Miss Keri Baby! Great song, I just love this woman, she totally rocks, her music is great and after watching her on Big Brother last week, she seems very humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFBvQ7uk-I/AAAAAAAAAas/NN8rkflQHQU/s1600-h/keri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFBvQ7uk-I/AAAAAAAAAas/NN8rkflQHQU/s400/keri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd theme song &lt;strike&gt;yeah today i have 2!&lt;/strike&gt; is So Special by Mavado! This song just takes me back to this crazy night out wit my friends which started off at Trackers, it was my first time there that was I think in May or June, we made like 2 rounds to Prestige for some alcohol. I actually do not drink but that night I succumbed to peer pressure. We went for some lame house party at Mimosa, it was so boring, we stayed there like for a minute. Then of course, the final destination was Westlands where we parking lot pimped at the Qs car park drinking VAT 69 &lt;strike&gt;yuck never again!!&lt;/strike&gt; So me and the girls I was kicking it with needed to peee so we started singing 'I'm so pressed' in the so special tune ha! ha! ha! Mad fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This weekend I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;am going to spread God's love to some wonderful kids tomorrow with the rest of my Mizizi classmates. I am really looking forward to that, just hanging out with the kids and giving them the love they lack that they really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am really craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFDOc2LGMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bVayjKMkZWg/s1600-h/smoothie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFDOc2LGMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bVayjKMkZWg/s320/smoothie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A nice creamy rich smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had natural hair. My hair is permed, and though I like it like that, it's not as long as I wish it would be, and my hair is thin with this funny brownish colour that sucks. Anyway I wish I could rock a fro, and try out weird things with it like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFEJkkOpAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HZYoEcPOKz4/s1600-h/afro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFEJkkOpAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HZYoEcPOKz4/s400/afro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out &lt;a href="http://lecoil.tumblr.com/"&gt;lecoil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;my life can stop taking this complicated twists and turns when it comes to men. The things I dread seem to happen and the things I yearn may pan out, but with it just comes more disappointment. I had decided to just focus on me, and I am trying to do that, but these boys will not let me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today's inspirational quote is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'All great art is the work of the whole living creature, body and soul, and chiefly the soul.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How is your TGIFriday going? Come on, dish!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Have a Fabulous Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-8217181280242284730?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8217181280242284730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays_22.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8217181280242284730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8217181280242284730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays_22.html' title='TGIFridays'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SuFBvQ7uk-I/AAAAAAAAAas/NN8rkflQHQU/s72-c/keri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-2288493807690851927</id><published>2009-10-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:47:38.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Post number 30</title><content type='html'>Since August I have been documenting the utter nonsense that floats around in my mind. So far its been fun, and it has been really cool getting feedback from my loyal readers &lt;strike&gt;i have loyal readers!! how cool is that!!?!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for reading!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I started blogging years ago, now is when I have really grown to love it. I like writing, and I hope one day to make a career out of it, so I think this is a great start and good practise till I get my lucky break.&lt;br /&gt;This morning is kinda kicking my ass, despite the fact that the sun is shining really bright even though its El Nino. I discovered something today, I really do not like how small this world is. This information I have discovered today, kinda changes things, okay but not really but it may be significant &lt;strike&gt;suspense MUHAHAHA!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am also too paranoid for my own good dang!! Sometimes I think that I am the cause of some people's actions, even though there is no way I could be involved! I dunno if its being self centered or too paranoid anyhooo I will just try not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday I finished reading 'Act like a lady, think like a Man' by Steve Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/St6aEt33itI/AAAAAAAAAac/cwcN6isGQo8/s1600-h/actlikealady.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/St6aEt33itI/AAAAAAAAAac/cwcN6isGQo8/s320/actlikealady.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This book is so enlightening, Steve Harvey for president!! I advice every woman to get yourself a copy because it will definitely change the way you think and act when it comes to relations with men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;According to the book, men are simple. Men are driven by who they are, what they do and how much they make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So how do you know that a man loves you? Through the 3 Ps: &lt;b&gt;Profess, Protect and Provide.&lt;/b&gt; He will let the whole world know he loves you, he will protect you in the best way he can, and he will always provide for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Women, what do men need? &lt;b&gt;Love, Support and Cookies &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;nookie&lt;/strike&gt; Love your man and be loyal to him, always have his back, and every man needs sex from his woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He goes on to categorise women into 2: &lt;b&gt;Sport fish and a keeper&lt;/b&gt;. A sport fish is a throw back, a woman a man really does not want to keep, while a keeper is a woman a guy can envision settling down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That is just a brief summary about what this book is about, but I promise you that once your done reading this book you will have set standards for yourself when it comes to dealing men, and you will be able to identify men who are just in it for the sex, or the serious, genuine dudes. I am actually excited to put what I have learnt into practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/St6d2-36moI/AAAAAAAAAak/0Cs0MQ7l5gc/s1600-h/hes-not-into-you-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/St6d2-36moI/AAAAAAAAAak/0Cs0MQ7l5gc/s320/hes-not-into-you-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also watched 'He's just not that into you' yesterday. I was skeptical about it, because I did not like &lt;a href="http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-venus-with-love.html"&gt;the effects the book had on me&lt;/a&gt;. But the movie had a star studded cast, and I had heard a lot of raving reviews about it so I decided to give it a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First up I think this is the first movie where Justin Long is actually hot and not a nerdy geek who cannot get any girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway his character in the movie gives some splendid advice, most importantly, that if a guy wants to date you, he do EVERYTHING to make that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have definitely been schooled these past couple of days, and I have come to the conclusion that he is not that into me and that I am no sport fish! Even though I am dying to hear from him &lt;strike&gt;I am even dreaming about it!!&lt;/strike&gt; I know it in my gut that I won't hear from him. I guess I must force myself to say good riddance and keep resolving not to fold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-2288493807690851927?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2288493807690851927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-number-30.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2288493807690851927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2288493807690851927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-number-30.html' title='Post number 30'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/St6aEt33itI/AAAAAAAAAac/cwcN6isGQo8/s72-c/actlikealady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-9174048633258126012</id><published>2009-10-19T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:46:51.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outrage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomnities'/><title type='text'>Somali islamists whip women for wearing bras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://af.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idAFTRE59F1K420091016"&gt;View full story here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a glimpse of this headline on the paper on Saturday and I was outraged!!! &lt;strike&gt;what the fuck?!!!&lt;/strike&gt; Bras violate Islam by constituting a deception??!!! This Somali insurgent group need to be whipped and stoned or whatever!! what kind of neanderthal thinking is that? Then they command any woman they meet with firm breasts to take off their bras and shake their breasts &lt;strike&gt;aaargghh thinking about it just makes me so mad!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a classic example of womens rights abuse, and degradation which just makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;Bras are an item of clothing used to cover, provide support, and yes lift the breasts. They restrain the breasts and minimize their movement during vigorous activities like running or exercise. Some women may use this functionality to give the illusion of firm perkiness, but for other women with full breasts, it is an essential functionality used to preventing drooping and to provide comfort. &lt;br /&gt;Men will never understand how essential this item of clothing is to us women. Breasts hurt when there is vigorous movement involved, and there is lack of support. For some women with larger cup sizes, they even suffer from other conditions like back pain as a result of lack of proper support for their breasts. They may even resort to drastic measures like breast reduction just to make life easier. Case in point Queen Latifah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwX8McKLUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e-leDgoJj2Y/s1600-h/ql.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwX8McKLUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e-leDgoJj2Y/s320/ql.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwYEGfi8hI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tLL8UmA-u2c/s1600-h/gl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwYEGfi8hI/AAAAAAAAAaM/tLL8UmA-u2c/s320/gl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwYV5zbERI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1JAhPKuBZFY/s1600-h/ql3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwYV5zbERI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1JAhPKuBZFY/s320/ql3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Somali Islamists &lt;strike&gt;bustards!&lt;/strike&gt; are not only denying these women their rights, but they are also subjecting them to unnecessary pain.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, sometimes I wish I could do without bras, they are uncomfortable, restrictive and sometimes they hurt &lt;strike&gt;like bras with underwires&lt;/strike&gt; but the alternative is far much worse. So even with the threat of being whipped, I would rather wear them anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Yes sometimes we may use them to get that extra lift, cleavage or extra cup but it is our bodies so we should be able to do whatever we want with them. &lt;strike&gt;whatever makes us feel good right ladies?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am not articulating my point well enough, I really wish I could spike the drinks of those Islamist with Hormones &lt;strike&gt;the ones men take to grow boobs&lt;/strike&gt; so that they can experience what having breasteses feels like, then we will see whether wearing bras deserves a whipping &lt;strike&gt;nkt!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-9174048633258126012?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9174048633258126012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/somali-islamist-whip-women-for-wearing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/9174048633258126012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/9174048633258126012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/somali-islamist-whip-women-for-wearing.html' title='Somali islamists whip women for wearing bras'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StwX8McKLUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/e-leDgoJj2Y/s72-c/ql.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-4479556787359760415</id><published>2009-10-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:38:51.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIFridays'/><title type='text'>TGIFridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank God it's Friday!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well the weather forecast for Nairobi is wet! wet! wet! El nino is upon us and that equals traffic, mud, wetness, flus, farming opportunities....&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo TGIFridays is a post I will be doing every Friday to share my excitement about the end of yet another long week, and give you a chance to share your sentiments as well. I have to acknowledge that I have seen this in many other cool blogs and I thought it was such a cool idea. But I will come up with my own original trend, watch this space. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TGIFridays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;getting payed &lt;strike&gt;wooohooo!!!&lt;/strike&gt;. I am also meeting up with my two bestest friends in the evening so I am really looking forward to it. Oh and Keri Hilson is on Big Brother Africa 4 tonight so I will try not to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;cold, it's raining cats and dogs. My head is also in pain, I got braided yesterday and my hair was really pulled, but on the flipside, I am looking faboosch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My funky friday theme song is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the song Will Ferrel sang at the end of the movie &lt;b&gt;Step Brothers&lt;/b&gt;. I heard it today in the classical music set that was played on capital in the morning. It was so nice, and calming, I will definitely give classical music a chance, I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StgBm50d4sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BsJpFwef9hc/s1600-h/step_brothers_xl_02--film-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StgBm50d4sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BsJpFwef9hc/s320/step_brothers_xl_02--film-A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This weekend I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;will be home alone!!! The parental unit are heading upcountry for the weekend. It's really no big deal, it is definitely potential for misbehaviour but we'l see what goes down. I also have to evangelise to strangers for my Miziz class &lt;strike&gt;imagine!!&lt;/strike&gt; so I am looking forward to being ignored, brushed off, abused and funny reactions from the people I approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am really craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;something meaty, like chicken or bacon, or why not the two of them together like this chicken wrapped with bacon?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StgEBXO3_FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G3Wa-mPCBFg/s1600-h/kuku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StgEBXO3_FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/G3Wa-mPCBFg/s400/kuku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I had a car, I am really hating the daily commute in packed matatus, the long walk home from the stage to the house, having to leave the office after 7:30pm. With the onset of El nino, things will even get worse. I must renew my license and get over my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/vehicular-phobia.html"&gt;vehicular phobia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I win that competition when I call in. I dont know why I never win anything, so I am praying my luck changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today's inspirational quote is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'You see things and say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were and say, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Fabulous Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-4479556787359760415?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4479556787359760415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4479556787359760415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4479556787359760415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tgifridays.html' title='TGIFridays'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StgBm50d4sI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BsJpFwef9hc/s72-c/step_brothers_xl_02--film-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-5417955524559274755</id><published>2009-10-15T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T06:51:36.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Stcj6op8Q_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UoMtu6whbKY/s1600-h/Pensive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Stcj6op8Q_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UoMtu6whbKY/s400/Pensive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This whole new era thing is proving to be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have so many questions running through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What do I want from them? Will I be able to tell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Am I gonna loose out on a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am always praying for zero activity on my cellphones because I am just avoiding situations that I do not want to deal with right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have this theory that I am kinda psychic. There are times that I can think about someone and they just contact me but what happens frequently is when I dread meeting or hearing from someone and they just magically appear before me &lt;strike&gt;nkt!&lt;/strike&gt; That happened today but it did not go so badly but still it wasn't welcomed nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;This one time a few years ago, I had a dream &lt;strike&gt;apparently dreamt is not a word?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;about the Chinese year of the rooster. I had never ever heard about that before so imagine my surprise when I turn on the TV and on CNN they were talking about China celebrating the new year of the rooster &lt;strike&gt;fuck!!&lt;/strike&gt; I totally flipped out!&lt;br /&gt;But after a while, I figured out that I must have heard about it while I slept with the radio on the previous night. It is the only logical explanation &lt;strike&gt;the only 1 I will accept!&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Being psychic is not something I would like for myself unless I was only capable of foreseeing only good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I entered an overloaded matatu, those big minibuses with graffiti and pictures of various celebrities and there was this one picture of Jesus laughing. He looked radiant, filled with joy and happiness, he looked beautiful. Why aren't all the depictions of Jesus like this? Every picture I see of him looks holy, solemn, sad, pensive, hurt. Maybe if Jesus was depicted looking more joyful, then more people would be drawn to him and want to follow him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am now registered as an African blogger woop! woop!! I think I have a goal now&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; to make it to the top of the rankings of the best blogs in Africa. By reading this, you have made me one step closer to my goal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-5417955524559274755?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5417955524559274755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensive.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5417955524559274755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5417955524559274755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/pensive.html' title='Pensive'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Stcj6op8Q_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/UoMtu6whbKY/s72-c/Pensive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-6839503978733316746</id><published>2009-10-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:39:58.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>TPF3 Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I managed to get two tickets for the TPF3 grand finale, and I took my mummy for her birthday, and she was so stoked! She was a huge Alpha and TPF fun, I, not so much, I was pre-ocupied with more interesting things on tv like big brother and the movies Dish have to offer &lt;strike&gt;utilising my investment to the max!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got there at around 5:30pm and stood around in heels &lt;strike&gt;my poor feet&lt;/strike&gt; till 7:00pm when they finally allowed us to access the dome. We got some great seats near the faculty so we had a fairly clear view.&lt;br /&gt;I must say the cameras do not do Sheila Mwanyiga justice. She is so gorgeous in person and that purple dress was absolutely fabulous! Dr Mitch was looking very handsome, I do not know why people hate on him so much, I think he has a great personality, Gaetano is just overated &lt;strike&gt;just a bit.&lt;/strike&gt; But I think I need to go to Uganda, clearly they have very charming, interesting men over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVYsVj0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/upljozlypQk/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVYsVj0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/upljozlypQk/s400/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All the contestants came out for the finale, and they did a little number which was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVZUv45mzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cfjekX3v3HE/s1600-h/IMG_3280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVZUv45mzI/AAAAAAAAAXs/cfjekX3v3HE/s400/IMG_3280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I noticed Kenyans really have mad love for Debarl. Personally, he doesn't move me, I thought he was kinda creepy, boring, and I honestly think that Ng'ang'a has better vocals than Debarl. Just compare his rendition of Nameless's - Deadly and Ngang'a's version of Chuki by Wyre &lt;strike&gt;seriously?!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVZyzOlvgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/a1hGElJohzg/s1600-h/IMG_3293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVZyzOlvgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/a1hGElJohzg/s400/IMG_3293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I never got why Kenyans suddenly lost favour for Patricia Kihoro, the pretty girl with the amazing vocal talent. She had to choose between two Kenyans, so she chose Ng'ang'a. Everyone thinks she was malicious for not choosing Debarl because he was the stronger contestant, to an extent it may be true, but she had to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVajRaIJdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F-ruRpwb4g8/s1600-h/IMG_3302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVajRaIJdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F-ruRpwb4g8/s400/IMG_3302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out saving Ng'ang'a was to her detriment and he emerged 1st runners up in the competition. I am so sure if she did not pick Supalito she would still have been hated on either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Her performance during the finale was good, but not as electric as everyone elses. But you should have seen her catwalking like she was a runway model every time she walked on and off the stage. &lt;strike&gt;Madam there is no need to feel sucrose, you were number 4!!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When all the contestants first came out, I was shocked to see Caroline blandly dressed in black pants and a shimmery top, which looked less glamouras then all the other ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVdYjeArOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_C_Wl0SQdMU/s1600-h/IMG_3283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVdYjeArOI/AAAAAAAAAYc/_C_Wl0SQdMU/s400/IMG_3283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But when she performed Afro, it finally dawned on my mother and I that she chose that attire for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVcdFBvBcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/PIB8iMlAMSU/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVcdFBvBcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/PIB8iMlAMSU/s400/IMG_3301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These Ugandan lady is definitely a great performer. She can shake that booty like a nonsense, all the men were just transfixed on her &lt;strike&gt;ass&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVczzVO7rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9Hgv1PHehQA/s1600-h/IMG_3300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVczzVO7rI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9Hgv1PHehQA/s400/IMG_3300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that Alpha did not choose to sing a Reggae song during the finale, and I think it was a good idea because we all think that is the genre which he is best suited at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVdQkzjFoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IJLbzdO8Eos/s1600-h/IMG_3288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVdQkzjFoI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IJLbzdO8Eos/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian was put on the 'spot' by Mitch to sing since he always judges but never sings &lt;strike&gt;but we all know it was so planned!&lt;/strike&gt; I think he has a very nice strong voice so I was extremely impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVeCgOBIjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qZrCWJAhw2k/s1600-h/IMG_3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVeCgOBIjI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qZrCWJAhw2k/s400/IMG_3311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the time of reckoning came, and it was time to announce the final results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVervHys8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/j-lFMT9Zglw/s1600-h/IMG_3299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVervHys8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/j-lFMT9Zglw/s400/IMG_3299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I knew it in my gut that Patricia would come in fourth place, she lost favour with the audience and they let her pay for it which was sad because to be honest, she was the strongest of them all vocally. &lt;strike&gt;Just admit it!&lt;/strike&gt; She tried to maintain her composure after the announcement, plastering a smile on her face as hard as she could, I could not helo but feel sorry for her. Apparently so did the people from KDN felt the same way because they later rewarded her with a Toshiba Laptop. Marathana also offered her a voucher for counselling which she will definitely need when she realizes how people feel about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVf-cxMC-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/zBJbPN-WJlE/s1600-h/IMG_3303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVf-cxMC-I/AAAAAAAAAY0/zBJbPN-WJlE/s400/IMG_3303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Caroline came in at 3rd place, I was shocked she even won Patricia &lt;strike&gt;muhahahaha!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strike&gt;and she got a bunch of great prizes which included a recording deal, laptop, internet, medical cover and free counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgW01UQoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-oPGHabJZEg/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgW01UQoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/-oPGHabJZEg/s400/IMG_3316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When the time came to announce the winner, I honestly had no idea who would win because they both had very good chances of winning. But Alpha took the cup and emerged victorious and I think he totally deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgwiqEQFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mBUD-XLMo0o/s1600-h/IMG_3319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgwiqEQFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/mBUD-XLMo0o/s400/IMG_3319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgt9QtIiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/e2BVvQG0m5M/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVgt9QtIiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/e2BVvQG0m5M/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVhPzbf7LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/pLrAChk4CMw/s1600-h/IMG_3322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVhPzbf7LI/AAAAAAAAAZU/pLrAChk4CMw/s400/IMG_3322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alpha is so humble, I am sure all of you who voted for him found that he was very worthy and deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVhivEGfLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZzoqciqEXRk/s1600-h/IMG_3329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVhivEGfLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZzoqciqEXRk/s400/IMG_3329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StViJxg9tVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/39cWZNqGjcE/s1600-h/IMG_3332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StViJxg9tVI/AAAAAAAAAZk/39cWZNqGjcE/s400/IMG_3332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had a great time at the show, but I still think the grand finale of the first TPF rocked more. They had a bevy of artists who surprised the contestants by singing with them, I thought that was amazing, and even though I watched it on TV I was still very entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope they will have more in store for us on the next season of Tusker Project Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My apologies for the fuzzy pics, flashes are not allowed during filming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-6839503978733316746?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6839503978733316746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tpf3-grand-finale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6839503978733316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6839503978733316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/tpf3-grand-finale.html' title='TPF3 Grand Finale'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StVYsVj0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/upljozlypQk/s72-c/IMG_3313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-7087717312443846296</id><published>2009-10-13T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:36:10.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Nourtney Curtado</title><content type='html'>I have always thought that Nelly Furtado and Courtney Cox- Arquette have an uncanny resemblance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQPbuxijOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3w1aI7CrFTM/s1600-h/cox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQPbuxijOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3w1aI7CrFTM/s400/cox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StM8n3axpeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/O8Khsj-WqK8/s1600-h/nelly-furtado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StM8n3axpeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/O8Khsj-WqK8/s400/nelly-furtado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrKPS6FVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pD7W9sHfzUc/s1600-h/courtneycox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrKPS6FVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pD7W9sHfzUc/s320/courtneycox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrYlgyw5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/XqdnXnEFmvE/s1600-h/nelly_furtado_loose_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrYlgyw5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/XqdnXnEFmvE/s320/nelly_furtado_loose_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrjNWrleI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q5GXhrrd1s4/s1600-h/demi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQrjNWrleI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Q5GXhrrd1s4/s320/demi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQsR7_FmYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QggkbVXHLIo/s1600-h/courteney-cox-demi-moore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQsR7_FmYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QggkbVXHLIo/s320/courteney-cox-demi-moore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQsW13zZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EVsyRvBWcK4/s1600-h/courteney_cox-nelly_furtado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQsW13zZ2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/EVsyRvBWcK4/s320/courteney_cox-nelly_furtado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out even Demi Moore looks like she sipped from the same gene pool. They all have beautiful long raven locks, intense penetrating eyes, and beautiful bone structures. &lt;strike&gt;Gorgeous!!&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I heart Nelly Furtado's music, it is just so unique and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Monica was actually my least favorite Friends character because the rest were way cooler, but she was still part of one of the greatest shows ever so I had nothing against her. She was so ruthless in Dirt, now I can't wait to check her out in Cougar Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As for Mrs. Kutcher, I cannot say she has made any particular impact in my life, but that husband of hers is really swell. &lt;strike&gt;hot!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-7087717312443846296?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7087717312443846296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/nourtney-curtado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7087717312443846296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7087717312443846296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/nourtney-curtado.html' title='Nourtney Curtado'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StQPbuxijOI/AAAAAAAAAWc/3w1aI7CrFTM/s72-c/cox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-4420175279864449804</id><published>2009-10-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:39:11.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><title type='text'>The dawn of a new era....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StK4k_f0WII/AAAAAAAAAV0/-q5hPoS5s14/s1600-h/free.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StK4k_f0WII/AAAAAAAAAV0/-q5hPoS5s14/s400/free.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at her, she looks so free, without a care in the world. Thats what I want for myself starting from today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with worrying about &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; things like if he will get mad if I do not hola. Or wondering why he came back and never bothered to tell me &lt;strike&gt;but shiyet he was looking so fwyne!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am taking a break from men. I do not need that drama, I prefer my life stress free thank you!! I thought having options was fun, but I think I bit off more than I could chew. The current situation is, one guy's girlfriend &lt;strike&gt;psycho stalker&lt;/strike&gt; sent me a message telling me how she's not threatened by me &lt;strike&gt;who is she kidding?!&lt;/strike&gt;. Anyway she should know she's only 'with him' because I've not even tried to get with him. &lt;strike&gt;I never will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy is not speaking to me &lt;strike&gt;what nerve!!&lt;/strike&gt; I'm not talking to him either, he has really really disappointed me, but good thing is I really did not invest much in any of them. But thank God the quagmire is officially over!&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying not to generalise, and categorise all men as punks, but it is really hard. Reading &lt;a href="http://thismayconcernyou.com/2009/05/31/vii-pedestal-pattys/"&gt;Pedestal Patty&lt;/a&gt; made me realise how it really isn't fair just judging men on the onset of meeting them without actually giving them a chance.&lt;br /&gt;But right now I just do not feel like giving anyone a chance. I'm tired of searching for men to give chances to, I just want to focus on me. I want to go out just to have fun with my friends, not to attract men and get hit on or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of getting my hopes up, just for them to crush and burn. I'm sick of feeling obligated to do stuff, not because I honestly want to, but to avoid drama and feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free. Free to dress badly when I go out, free to dance without some guy invading my personal space, free to plan my calendar the way I want without having to factor you in, free from hoping that I will here from you today, or that I will see you, free from trying to figure out corky, funny things to say to you. Puuhh I am done!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna continue living my life with no goals, without focusing on anything, just taking things one step at a time, with no obligations to anyone but myself, and of course my first love, my TV!&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the next phase of my life! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-4420175279864449804?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4420175279864449804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/dawn-of-new-era.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4420175279864449804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4420175279864449804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/dawn-of-new-era.html' title='The dawn of a new era....'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/StK4k_f0WII/AAAAAAAAAV0/-q5hPoS5s14/s72-c/free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-9001412024444533367</id><published>2009-10-07T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T03:29:58.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomnities'/><title type='text'>Here comes the bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxn-PAqgQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sSMkEri9B-c/s1600-h/wed1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxn-PAqgQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sSMkEri9B-c/s320/wed1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This cake topper just brought a smile to my face. Why is it that it seems like nowadays women are the one's trapping and coercing men into getting married??&lt;br /&gt;My wedding cake topper will be the other way round, the groom dragging me. I tell everyone who asks that I plan on getting married when I turn 38 years old &lt;strike&gt;for real&lt;/strike&gt; thats in the next 16 yrs. When that time comes, these will be my cake toppers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxp2tAKDuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iWpLXiSWV3Y/s1600-h/wed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxp2tAKDuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iWpLXiSWV3Y/s400/wed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxp_VKAs5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GSKvE0GiLaw/s1600-h/wed3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxp_VKAs5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GSKvE0GiLaw/s320/wed3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The covenant of marriage has just been degraded and abused. I believe that marriage should last forever, but we all know that doesn't exist in this crazy generation of ours. I would hate to get hitched then get a divorce, and the divorce rate world wide has sky rocketed &lt;strike&gt;sadly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I tell about my goal to get married at 38 laughs at me and says how I will end up being the first to get married among my circle of friends &lt;strike&gt;NEVER!!!&lt;/strike&gt; If I do get married before then, Im eloping and not informing anyone about it till I turn 38.&lt;br /&gt;My logic is, the later I get married, chances are I will have a shorter, happier marriage since I am already knocking on deaths door anyway. Does it make any sense? I already busted my mother's bubble and told her about my future marital plans, and she totally understood it :) &lt;strike&gt;shock!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions that are usually thrown at me are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;who will marry such an old woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;what about kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I might decide to cougar and marry a hot piece of man candy &lt;strike&gt;that would be heavenly&lt;/strike&gt; or I will just find someone who is worthy that will have me, I dunno, I will cross that bridge when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;As for children, that has not been factored into the equation, but all I know is that I wanna procreate when the time is right, when I can be the best fit mother ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxsw9DEz6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/FHfCVCkyHzs/s1600-h/wed4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxsw9DEz6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/FHfCVCkyHzs/s320/wed4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As for those women who trap &lt;strike&gt;manipulate/force&lt;/strike&gt; men into marrying them, there's no need. The man will never be truly yours if he did not chose you, and you will never be happy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-9001412024444533367?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9001412024444533367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-comes-bride.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/9001412024444533367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/9001412024444533367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here comes the bride'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssxn-PAqgQI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sSMkEri9B-c/s72-c/wed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-7779691387836272321</id><published>2009-10-07T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:06:48.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good deals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><title type='text'>hhhmmmmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a million things were running around in my head that I needed to blog about, but now I'm almost blank &lt;strike&gt;almost.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these thoughts particularly weighed on my mind &lt;strike&gt;my grammar is going to the dogs fyi&lt;/strike&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I met him, got to know him, and kinda started liking him. Then, communication was reduced to a minimum, and all the deal breakers I had noticed could no longer be ignored. &lt;strike&gt;+ emotional men scare me&lt;/strike&gt;. I thought he had also gotten bored just like me, but now all of u sudden, he's interested again &lt;strike&gt;i think&lt;/strike&gt; telling me all these things, and I'm just shrugging them off kinda because I dunno if I can be more than his friend, and I do not wanna lead him on &lt;strike&gt;aaaarrggghhhh&lt;/strike&gt; If this was happening like last week, before I knew what I know now, then I would have been more excited rather than panicky.&lt;br /&gt;I met another him, cute, sweet, ambitious, and my over active imagination was already going ahead of itself and conjuring up a future for us &lt;strike&gt;I never do that usually. &lt;/strike&gt;So he left the province, haven't seen him since August, got bored, and thats where I am at now, waiting to see what happens when he comes back. It's Wednesday now, i'm still not surprised. If he was giving me fake promises of pudding &lt;strike&gt;remember that facebook application called superlatives?&lt;/strike&gt; I will not be amused at all, and will never take anything he says seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So before I had no idea who I was leaning towards, now that I do, it doesn't seem so feasible &lt;strike&gt;bummer&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think some of these things I wish them on myself. It's easier when I am just dealing with my family and friends. These maneno for boys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep these shoes i stumbled upon on the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssw9FUoeXOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nL9h4NFyS5s/s1600-h/sneakjeans.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssw9FUoeXOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nL9h4NFyS5s/s320/sneakjeans.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I would never in my right mind wear those. What happens if I need to take off my shoes when entering someone's house? I would have to walk around pantsless??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; I think the jeans would look really cool if they weren't attached to sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-7779691387836272321?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7779691387836272321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/hhhmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7779691387836272321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7779691387836272321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/hhhmmmmmmmm.html' title='hhhmmmmmmmm'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/Ssw9FUoeXOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nL9h4NFyS5s/s72-c/sneakjeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-1498654546850126164</id><published>2009-10-02T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:04:43.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomnities'/><title type='text'>Unproductivity Galore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who the hell decided we should work during the afternoons? Especially on a Friday??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought a cool pair of old school sun glasses at 100 Kshs, they totally rock!! My Kikuyu mind is just thinking of how I will go buy them in wholesale and sell them at 500 a piece :o)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's so hot and humid, and I am dressed in all black &lt;strike&gt;wat the hell was I thinking??!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damn the music on the radio today is crazy!! I have a radio at my desk, I do not even know what the hell is holding me down from dancing.&lt;strike&gt;my boss&lt;/strike&gt; Tune in to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.capitalfm.co.ke/"&gt;98.4 Capital Fm&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;I think it is about time I stopped wearing these shoes. I keep feeling like everyone is staring at them &lt;strike&gt;and seeing how worn out they are&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need something exciting to happen, I have nothing much to look forward to this weekend. One of the boys said they have a surprise for me next week, but it's best if I do not think about it at all before I start creating unrealistic expectations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So many partys this weekend, which I do not think I plan on attending, but Im beginning to get tempted...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ha ha ha ha how wasted were those guys yesterday?? It is so funny seeing old people falling down drunk in the bushes, one after the other &lt;strike&gt;LMAO&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have this constant need for change, hence the always changing my screen name on Facebook, changing my blog address, and now my template, I cant help it, monotony bores me &lt;strike&gt;to death&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; How dyu like my blog now??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a life!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those are just my random thoughts for today!! Enjoy your weekend! Smooches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-1498654546850126164?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1498654546850126164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/unproductivity-galore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1498654546850126164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1498654546850126164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/10/unproductivity-galore.html' title='Unproductivity Galore!!!'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-955426508457452168</id><published>2009-09-30T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:08:18.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st of the month'/><title type='text'>First of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="119" name="glitters" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="best" src="http://widget.bigoo.ws/generators/glitter-factory/show.swf?message=OCTOBER&amp;amp;font=http://widget.bigoo.ws/generators/glitter-factory/fonts/plainn_lib.swf&amp;amp;glitter=http://widget.bigoo.ws/generators/glitter-factory/glitters/glitter47.swf&amp;amp;clickURL=http://www.bigoo.ws/&amp;amp;type=0&amp;amp;clickLABEL=Glitter%20Generators&amp;amp;bevel=1&amp;amp;shadow=1&amp;amp;glow=1&amp;amp;blur=0&amp;amp;fade=0&amp;amp;blink=0&amp;amp;gb=2&amp;amp;ga=0.6&amp;amp;gi=0&amp;amp;gc=38175&amp;amp;bb=2&amp;amp;bc=0&amp;amp;sb=7&amp;amp;sa=0.7&amp;amp;si=0&amp;amp;sc=0&amp;amp;blb=7&amp;amp;ls=0&amp;amp;fontsize=72&amp;amp;num=47" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="417" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigoo.ws/"&gt;Glitter Generators&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of October and I wanna start a new trend on my blog to reflect about the past month on the first day of every new month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;September highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The first weekend of September rocked, went for a fun birthday party at Alfajiri and I had such a blast with great company, met some awesome people, that night just rocked. The next day went for a BBQ with the same great company and it was really nice getting to know him and just kicking it. The day after that, went for the rally at kajiado, got some major sunburn, but got to hang wit people I hadn't seen in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I finally moved on from feeling guilty about not inviting some people for my graduation bash in July, I have like the worst guilty conscience ever but now at least I do not feel so badly off since I think I have been forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I joined the current season of Mizizi and I think it was like the best decision ever even though at first I was very skeptical about it. My relationship with God is definitely growing stronger and is being renewed day by day and for that I feel truly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I paid for dish this month, with my own money woi!! My pockets definitely suffered a huge blow but I'm loving and utilising every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have started working on my jewellery again :) My fingers hurt like crazy but the stuff I am making is just phenomenal I must say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;September downsides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;went from being confused by two men to ... I do not even know right now. I am the one now who is confusing myself, I really need to get my act together. Those dudes need to get their act together as well, I am not gonna chase anyone by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I live by the dumbest rules when it comes to men and at this rate, I learnt yesterday that I will end up being the loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It was his birthday on Monday and I totally forgot about it because I was busy being proud and refusing to get in touch because I halad last. In the beginning of the month I was totally focused on figuring out what I would do for his birthday and then I forget about it. &lt;strike&gt;I suck ass.&lt;/strike&gt; I apologised, and he doesn't think it is a big deal, but I still feel badly about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Many young people have been dying this month, and their deaths are alcohol and speeding related. It is sad that such young, promising lives have been cut short because of the pints and the dunda. For some strange reason, I no longer have syk to rave or club and I am happy because clearly its most likely gonna end up in tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My cousin passed away overseas, I do not have the details of the cause of death, but the most tragic part about it was she died alone, and the only reason her death was discovered was because her body had started decaying. Thinking about it just kills me, no one deserves to die like that with no one even checking up on you or whatever. May her soul rest in eternal peace, for sure she had gone to a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Many people are going through such tough times right now, and it kills me that there is nothing I can do to help them out of their situation, but I will pray for them, and try my best to be there for them in anyway that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September discoveries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I used to have this major crush on this guy, but I got over it, and I am happy to report that despite the fact that we still talk and stuff, I just like him as a friend which is so cool because that crush had began bordering obsession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I LOVE smoothies &lt;strike&gt;smoodhies.&lt;/strike&gt; My cousin and I were like on a smoothie spree at her house during the long Idd weekend and they were soo delish. We can definitely give Java a run for their money because ours are the shit! I now love bananas, before I wasn't much of a fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My faith in the power of prayer has been renewed thanks to Mizizi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;What I look forward to in October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It's my mummy's birthday this month woop woop, I need to think of something nice to do for her because she is totally awesome. Love you mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;He is coming back at the end of the month &lt;strike&gt;finally&lt;/strike&gt; so I am just wondering how things will be when he returns. Don't wanna get my hopes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;My contract ends this month, wonder what will happen next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kenyatta day is on a Tuesday &lt;strike&gt;woohoo but boooo&lt;/strike&gt; What I like about this month is my schedule is absolutely free, I am so stoked about that, it has been a crazy year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;What were your highlights, downsides, discoveries of September? and what do you look forward to in this brandspanking new month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-955426508457452168?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/955426508457452168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-of-month.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/955426508457452168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/955426508457452168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-of-month.html' title='First of the month'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-5197192397406321479</id><published>2009-09-29T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:53:17.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><title type='text'>Facebook - the best wingman you will ever have</title><content type='html'>That is according to Justin Hartfield the writer of&amp;nbsp; ' The complete guide to picking up girls on Facebook', and ebook I randomly came across on the internet one day when I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;Now this dude thinks the best place to meet 'high quality' women is on Facebook &lt;strike&gt;forget the bar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This revolutionary social network has made the art of picking up chicks way easier because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;nearly every girl you want to date is on Facebook, so the selections is practically unlimited.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;most women love Facebook and check their profiles at least once a day hoping that guy of their dreams has sent them a charming private message (not a poke)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;there's little risk of hurt feelings because it's much easier to deal with digital rejection via Facebook than it is in real life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;on Facebook you have the ability to prescript your questions and answers so that you can get a girl in bed without the difficulties associated with being spontaneous, funny and attractive to a stranger in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So here is what you need to do in order to score at least a date a week on FB:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Get your Facebook profile right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The goal of your profile is to not have anything that would potentially turn off the women your trying to get with. Your profile should highlight the best parts of your personality and minimize the worst. It should showcase the your most unique qualities.&lt;br /&gt;Set your relationship status to 'single', and your 'Looking for' to 'Friendship'. Include some humor in your 'About me' section. Do not least your phone number, it makes you look desperate &lt;strike&gt;ha ha ha.&lt;/strike&gt; Be sure to smile and look like your having fun in your pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Make friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have at least some hot girls writing on your wall every week. This can be achieved by making as many friends as possible. When you meet someone in real life, send them a friend request on Facebook that same night. Don't seek to pick up girls, seek to become their Facebook friends. &lt;strike&gt;wth? my facebook username is now more valuable than my digits?!&lt;/strike&gt; Once you begin chatting on FB then you can ask for her number if you plan on meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;If the girl is not responsive or your stuck in the friend zone, go through her her pictures and find all of her hot friends, and inbox her to find out if her hot friend is available. &lt;strike&gt;I swear ask me that and I'm removing friend!!!&lt;/strike&gt; Apparently a woman is the best wingman, not even Facebook. Get this girl to pimp you out to all of her hot facebook friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Initiating conversation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you come across a friend of a friend who is hot or your interested in, send her a friend request, and after it has been accepted, hit her up on her wall, and comment on how you both like the same movies, or series etc &lt;strike&gt;lame&lt;/strike&gt;. Or you can create an invite only group for something you both share common interests in like 'Lil Wayne's special fans' lol. This will strengthen your bond before you ask her for her number &lt;strike&gt;NOT!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download a copy by searching for it at &lt;a href="http://www.free-ebooks.net/"&gt;Free ebooks.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal take is, I would never take you seriously if you asked me if I am on Facebook rather than just asking me for my number. But come to think of it, maybe that would be more pro-active and would reduce the chances of me waiting for my phone to ring.&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook profile is something I secure and protect because I think it's kinda personal so all the friends I have are people that I know personally. I have enabled all the privacy settings, so you cannot see my profile picture &lt;strike&gt;it's too hot for strangers&lt;/strike&gt;, you cannot send me a friend request or a message, and you cannot search for me. &lt;strike&gt;yeah i'm paranoid like that, utado warr??&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not even use my real names on Facebook. I have become so afraid of exposing myself to my family like my parents, my aunts and uncles, and my workmates. I have the most insane pictures up, I have a total of 39 albums on FB, and I would prefer the good girl image the said people think I have. &lt;strike&gt;and I wanna talk crap on my status update&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie, if I meet a hot guy, I would search for him on Facebook but I would have a good reason, I walk around armed with a camera so I have to be his friend to tag him in his picture right? &lt;strike&gt;he he he&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think this whole concept of using Facebook as a wingman is just making men lazy!! Why can't you just call me? Or hit on my friends without my assistance? Put your game in check &lt;strike&gt;turn your swag on&lt;/strike&gt;, and use every tool of communication do not just focus on one!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-5197192397406321479?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5197192397406321479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-best-wingman-you-will-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5197192397406321479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5197192397406321479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/facebook-best-wingman-you-will-ever.html' title='Facebook - the best wingman you will ever have'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-8329171732023862122</id><published>2009-09-28T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T04:03:33.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Rotten tomatoes worst of the worst</title><content type='html'>Rotten tomatoes is a website where movie critics do what they do best, critic movies. They recently released the Worst of the worst top 100 worst reviewed movies from the year 2000 - 2009.&lt;br /&gt;The first shocker I encountered was Glitter (Mariah Carey) was rated as number 99. I haven't watched this movie, but I have heard so many negative reviews about it so I am kinda surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Boat trip was number 97!!! I loved this movie, it was cool in a weird kinda way, and Roselyn Sanchez is just setting the bar for every aspiring seductress with the whole banana thing.&lt;br /&gt;Number 66, The fog? really? Kwani how do these critics criticize? maybe that is something I need to understand before I start criticizing them as well.&lt;br /&gt;I really like Jessica Alba's good luck chuck so Im surprised it was rated number 61 for having 'a shortage of laughs and an undercurrent of mean- spiritedness'.&lt;br /&gt;No! No! No!! Because I said so has been ranked number 56!! Apparently it is 'an unfunny cliche-ridden mess' ha ha ha okay that sounds kinda funny but I loved that movie, it had hot men and a good story line in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Epic Movie is at number 21 and I so totally agree that movie sucked face! It was not anywhere near funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;Half Past Dead was an awful movie, I dunno who told Jarule he could act because they lied! And I loathe Steven Seagul. This movie should have been ranked lower than number 19.&lt;br /&gt;At number 8 is the movie Three Strikes. This was just a dumb movie that really made me laugh. There is this dude who has just been released from prison, and he has one last strike short of being given a life sentence. The day of his release, his boy picks him up in a stolen vehicle, so of course the cops get wind of this and chase them down the highway. So as they try and escape, the dude is shot on the ass LMAO. And then when he is admitted in hospital, he is raped from the diab by a male nurse ha ha ha. That alone made me like this movie but hey, thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;Check the whole count down &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/guides/worst_of_the_worst/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-8329171732023862122?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8329171732023862122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/rotten-tomatoes-worst-of-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8329171732023862122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8329171732023862122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/rotten-tomatoes-worst-of-worst.html' title='Rotten tomatoes worst of the worst'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-7235710277950907125</id><published>2009-09-27T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:55:34.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fads'/><title type='text'>Amber Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMSr7RARI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iQuYi-Ac9Ko/s1600-h/AmberRose7_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMSr7RARI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iQuYi-Ac9Ko/s320/AmberRose7_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBKy5g-6jI/AAAAAAAAAUk/v2hJhk_qAx8/s1600-h/amber-rose-1-400x338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBKy5g-6jI/AAAAAAAAAUk/v2hJhk_qAx8/s320/amber-rose-1-400x338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBK2JeVBWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5tR4Qc6WbMs/s1600-h/amber_rose2_0_0_0x0_400x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBK2JeVBWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5tR4Qc6WbMs/s320/amber_rose2_0_0_0x0_400x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMMW9msAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iNSJLDr7YHI/s1600-h/amber3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMMW9msAI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iNSJLDr7YHI/s320/amber3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMPSljwGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/A2JKNV6prco/s1600-h/amber-rose-87229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMPSljwGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/A2JKNV6prco/s320/amber-rose-87229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amber Rose is the real definition of true beauty, just look at her!!! Girl crush exact!&amp;nbsp; She just makes you want to shave your head bald, slap on some scarlet red lipstick, and pray you will look as gorgeous as she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay she may be a bit psycho like sunbathing topless in a g-string, or these weird contacts she tried pulling, but the thing about her is she has her own unique style, which I am sure enough women will try and duplicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Despite being Kanye's new flame, I know for sure she will make a name for herself and become even more famous in her own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complex.com/GIRLS/Galleries/Amber-Rose"&gt;Check out Amber on Complex Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xxx V xxx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1254114457421"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1254114457422"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-7235710277950907125?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7235710277950907125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/amber-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7235710277950907125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7235710277950907125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/amber-rose.html' title='Amber Rose'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SsBMSr7RARI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iQuYi-Ac9Ko/s72-c/AmberRose7_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-1413626751062145350</id><published>2009-09-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:10:12.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fads'/><title type='text'>Baby boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/348897765_2248b48f55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/348897765_2248b48f55.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Forget Fendi, Gucci, Louis V, babies are the new handbags this season. So many women are preggers right now!! I think its something in the water, or people get really randy during Christmas. That explains the extremely large number of people born in September.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine gave birth this week, and we went to see her baby, he is such a cutie, no wonder they are called bundles of joy. Is it just me who calls babys 'it' even after they are born?&lt;br /&gt;I held the baby for like ten minutes and my hands were already tired, and I started wondering how the hell women hack carrying almost 4 kgs of baby in their womb. It must be so exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid, from like standard 2, I was deathly afraid of pregnancy after witnessing labour on tv, I was so traumatised. I remember one scene from E.R when a women walked into the emergency room, and her baby just ponyokad from her womb and fell to the floor so she was just standing their with her baby on the floor still connected to her by the umbilical cord (I heard someone on radio calling it um-by-lical) &lt;br /&gt;This year I know a couple of women who gave birth or are still preggers, and I think I have learnt to appreciate and kinda look forward to the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant woman look so beautiful, I finally see the whole glow people talk about, it does exist. I witnessed the weird cravings, did you know Nakumat actually sells baked clay? thus reducing the need for pregnant women picking and eating stones from the ground. The baked clay still tastes wack, but if you witness someone munching on it you would think it is like the nyummiest candy ever &lt;strike&gt;NOT!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was adviced to eat plenty of dates by her doctor, and thanks to her, I love the stuff and before I could not even finish a single date!! You should see her baby, he has a full head of hair. When i'm preggers i'll be eating like a packet a day!&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how it feels when a baby kicks in your womb, that is one thing I would love to experience. But I am still deathly afraid of labor &lt;strike&gt;labour? &lt;/strike&gt; and from what I heard, it can go on for days even &lt;strike&gt;no thank you!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want me some Ceasarian Section please.&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder, for those women with navel piercings, what happens when they are pregnant? and what happens if they need a C-section?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how much truth their is to this, but I heard it is not advisable for women to get tattoos on their abdomens, because if they get pregnant, their skin streches, and after giving birth, the loose skin ruins the tattoo, is their any truth to it?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, all these women and all the adorable babies I have been seeing lately are really making me want one &lt;strike&gt;not now, but in good time.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep my new hits counter on your left, that is exactly how elated I feel every time I discover some one has read my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-1413626751062145350?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1413626751062145350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-boom.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1413626751062145350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1413626751062145350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-boom.html' title='Baby boom'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/348897765_2248b48f55_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-6729711197008306522</id><published>2009-09-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:57:54.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asante'/><title type='text'>My brand spanking new hobby</title><content type='html'>2 posts in a day! wow! Even I am amazed! Maybe it is because I have decided not to think about how long I have surfed today rather than work :p&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is growing on me I must admit. Its exposed me to the network of Kenyan bloggers that upto now I had no idea existed. My blog list keeps growing daily as I discover brilliant, interesting blogs from an interesting crop of people.&lt;br /&gt;I actually started blogging in I think the year 2006 there. The idea that I was kinda able to have my very own website for free really intrigued me &lt;strike&gt;until i learnt how to develop my own website&lt;/strike&gt;. It was also a medium for me to showcase my works (I&amp;nbsp; make jewellery) and express my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda put it on the backside because of school, and facebook which really rots your mind and reduces the need for any other use for the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo thanks to twitter I discovered uber cool blogs and bloggers who inspired me to start a brand new blog, and keep inspiring me to keep writing.&lt;br /&gt;The more blogs I read, the more I wanna get to know the faces behind the stories. It also made me realize I really suck at anonimity :) There must be some reason none of you do not want us to know who you are. &lt;strike&gt;ya'll have made me paranoid&lt;/strike&gt; I am slowly trying to locate all the areas I have disclosed any details about my identity so if you noticed any of it, keep it to yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;I will keep reading, and try to keep writing. For now I am still brainstorming on what 'tradition' I should start to sign off my blog posts with that will give you an indication of what's on my mind. Songs have been taken so will not go there, I have a few ideas like man candy of the day, or posting a picture of one of my jewellery pieces on every post but I'll keep brainstorming.&lt;br /&gt;For my 3 followers gracious I really appreciate it. Thanks to my few readers, and all those who have taken time to comment on the things running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-6729711197008306522?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6729711197008306522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brand-spanking-new-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6729711197008306522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6729711197008306522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-brand-spanking-new-hobby.html' title='My brand spanking new hobby'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-1481504615507018401</id><published>2009-09-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:55:35.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><title type='text'>Vehicular phobia</title><content type='html'>Yeah I coined that word all by myself, and you guessed right, I am afraid of vehicles (I still remember in lower primary having difficulty pronouncing the said word lol).&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a kawa passenger who felt nothing for speed or anything like that, but when I came of age, I was afraid of driving. I actually do not remember whose idea it was to sign me up for driving school.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Rocky Driving School, a place where every single Onyango, Suleiman and Kariuki hits on you, those men have no shame. The guy who signed me up was those dudes who keep long finger nails on their little fingers &lt;strike&gt;yuck&lt;/strike&gt; and he used to like calling me 'Lovely'.&lt;br /&gt;The resident photographer was a slimy perv who used to talk explicitly and dig up your number in their records &lt;strike&gt;douche.&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I was put inside a van and told to drive the same day I signed up. My driving instructor drove a van with a serious boomtwaff that could be heard from the next street. He took me to industrial area and told me to take the wheel, I was scared shitless! I screamt like half the time.&lt;br /&gt;That driving instructor of mine was just a joker, we always used to drive to his hood in Pango so that he could run errands. The dude had some mad jokes, and constantly kept hitting on me. But he took me and some of his students for Ethiopian in Garissa Lodge which was delish and pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my driving test,&lt;br /&gt;"Mtoto! Mtoto!" said the man in the blue uniform, and I proceeded to emergency brake...easy peasy &lt;strike&gt;and a bribe on the side&lt;/strike&gt; and I was a registered driver.&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem with my left leg, so I am not really good at balancing so manual cars are a bit of a beef for me. But those days I used to drive to the supermarket, to school when I was home alone or during exams when my mum went away when I was in second year. Nothing beats the feeling of driving to school, it is so convenient.&lt;br /&gt;So last year around April, my mum and I had woken up early as usual and left the house at about 6:15 am. I remember that day I was having a cat for my Artificial Neural Networks class (yes it is as hard as it sounds), and for some reason I had left my coffee which I usually drink en route at home.&lt;br /&gt;My mum is a Kenya drifter (The fast and the furious -Tokyo drift?) she drives as fast as her car will let her. That particular day it was no different. 2 minutes away from our hood, some car veers into the road and the two cars in front of us brake.&lt;br /&gt;My mum emergency brakes full force but due to the momentum, our car rammed into the car in front of us which proceeds to hit the car in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the sensations that I went through so well. We used to use those masayings in compositions 'My heart was in my mouth' and it happened to me literally. I could not breathe and all my blood had rushed to my feet, it was just the worst feeling ever. Thank God my mum and I did not get hurt, but our car was messed up bad!&lt;br /&gt;Of course with all that drama, all the stuff I had spent the night cramming for my cat went outta the window. My mum flagged down her workmate to give me a ride to school, and I just dotted during the cat, I scored 3/30 he he he but I saw it coming so I felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Since that day I self diagnosed myself with Vehicular Phobia. Every morning I buckle up and cling on to the seat belt for dear life with my eyes wide shut as my mum cruises down Langatta Road &lt;strike&gt;ya she really does not learn&lt;/strike&gt;. I do not really like riding shot gun and try as much not to. Speed freaks the hell out of me, as well as emergency breaking which brings me to the verge of a heart attack and I feel my blood rushing to my feet all over again. I'm a screamer so you will hear a lot of 'uuuwwwiiii's' and 'woooiii's' coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;If I suck that bad as a passenger you can imagine my driving. My parents are very much aware of my vehicular phobia &lt;strike&gt;i'm such an idiot&lt;/strike&gt; so they do not trust me at all when it comes to driving. My dad really tries to encourage me to get back on the wheel, so does my mum but not as much because her car is the only one I can drive so she is not very confident about my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;I have driven twice this year, once after a fast paced session at GP Karting, and one other time to the supermarket 15 minutes away from home. When I'm the one behind the wheel, I drive with a heavy heart pounding extremely vigorously making it really hard to concentrate. Driving with my mum is even worse because she makes me so nervous and she screams as much as I do which really doesn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend though I did a lot of unnecessary trekking, when I had left the car parked in the house. It took me 2 hours to get to my destination when it would have taken me like 30 minutes if I had driven there!&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to face this dumb phobia, grab it by the balls and overcome it!! Once I make some bank I am renewing my license and getting back on the wheel!!&lt;br /&gt;As the very seksi Leonidas said in 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Overcoming fear is strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;xxx V xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-1481504615507018401?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1481504615507018401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/vehicular-phobia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1481504615507018401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1481504615507018401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/vehicular-phobia.html' title='Vehicular phobia'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-6416141974603674745</id><published>2009-09-22T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T03:09:16.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><title type='text'>The razzle dazzle has fizzled out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A time like this last month, i was in euphoria. I had met two gorgeous guys and i was being showered with attention and so many compliments, and I was excited because of all the numerous possibilities these men promised. I was also &lt;/span&gt;starting to be guilt ridden because I'm pessimistic so all I could do was predict complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I am happy to report I am feeling guilt free, but all the excitement has faded away, with a very slim chance of a possibility with just one of them. I no longer foresee any quagmires arising since one of the factors in the equation it seems, is not a factor anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The activities of this past week has really made me evaluate myself. First up, I cannot hack long distance, I can only stay so long without having you here with me, it is just too hard. Secondly, I think I get bored really fast, without excitement I loose interest, and without interest is it really worth the effort?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;xxx V xxx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-6416141974603674745?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6416141974603674745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/razzle-dazzle-has-fizzled-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6416141974603674745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6416141974603674745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/razzle-dazzle-has-fizzled-out.html' title='The razzle dazzle has fizzled out.....'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-8732826891330382561</id><published>2009-09-15T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:25:51.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><title type='text'>Kids do and say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SrCBtZ8YmeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/O-QPNdx-F44/s1600-h/funny-kid-statue-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SrCBtZ8YmeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/O-QPNdx-F44/s320/funny-kid-statue-dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381944171765996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was such a weird kid with a wild imagination and sometimes i was just really really bored so as a result i did some very funny things.&lt;br /&gt;I remember i used to eat chewed gum which i would find stuck under tables, or on beds, i can still taste that stale flavour (ewe i dunno what i was thinking). One time i remember i found a chewed melted eclair on the road, and me the dumb child i picked it up and ate it!! This reminds me of how i used to sleep with gum in my mouth and in the morning find it all tangled up in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i did not agree with the whole concept of cooking or something because i used to eat raw sausages, bacon, hot dogs, maybe if microwaves were there at that time that would not have happened, but that's no excuse because we had a mbotch! I also remember eating tablespoons of blueband even.&lt;br /&gt;This one time i was sleeping over at my cousins house, and i had just come from playing outside the house and i was really thirsty so i saw a bottle of what i thought was water on the kitchen counter. So i take a huge gulp of 'water' and the stuff tasted horrible like anaesthetic (i was an avid hospital patient when i was a kid, and with some of my crazy antics it is no surprise huh?) Turns out it was a bottle of dry cleaning water. Luckily my uncle was a doctor and his wife was a nurse so they sorted me out, i do not remember any bad effects from that though.&lt;br /&gt;I used to love eating ugali with mala when i was a kid. Now i cannot stand either of the two. At the time, nothing was flavoured so i decided to create my own strawberry flavoured mala. I poured mala into a glass and added a spoonful of jam, stirred, wacha i tasted the product of my ingenious idea....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YUCK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! I have never drank mala since that day!&lt;br /&gt;During those pre-microwave days you either had to contend with consuming cold food, or you struggled with reheating the food in a sufuria. This one time i think i had the flu or something, and there was yoghurt in the freezer so i wanted to defrost it and drink it when its warm. So i poured the stuff into a sufuria and began heating it, only for it to start coagulating. I was so sad all that yoghurt that i had syk for had to go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid, i remember going to church and wondering how the bible was read because i could hear them saying 'John chapter one verse three' but i used to look at the bible and i could not tell where they were reading from so i assumed that the footers at the bottom of the page was where they used to read out those chapters and verses from and i used to like reading it to myself and feeling achoven (yes i had achieved it at that time lol )&lt;br /&gt;I love club kiboko, i still watch it even today but its ofcourse not as nice as it used to be those days for Jimmy Gathu and Lorna Irungu. The cartoons were soo awesome like captain planet, transformers, ewoks, and my favorite martian. Anyway i loved that show and i was obsessed with Jimmy Gathu. I used to call ktn (227122) and ask to speak to Jimmy Gathu then hang up when he came on the line.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very awesome childhood, one that i will cherish forever. I really wish i could go back to those good old days.&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that children of today are so smart and intelligent, i have never heard any of them doing some of the insane things that i did.&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the dumb things you did as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-8732826891330382561?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8732826891330382561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-do-and-say-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8732826891330382561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8732826891330382561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-do-and-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids do and say the darndest things'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SrCBtZ8YmeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/O-QPNdx-F44/s72-c/funny-kid-statue-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-4827176656337250594</id><published>2009-09-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:30:48.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odds n ends'/><title type='text'>Bathroom stuff</title><content type='html'>There is a certain decorum which has to be conducted when your using the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;For me bathrooms are a huge deal because for some reason i pee really frequently (no i do not have a problem, i got checked and i am A okay).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reason i am writing this blog is because i am wondering if these thoughts go through peoples minds when they are using the loo.&lt;br /&gt;Men are very lucky they pee while standing, what i wouldn't do to be able to do that!! Do you know how much we women suffer when your in the wild and you have to squat down and expose your behind to all kinds of dangers like animal things jumping up to bite it, or poison ivy (does that plant grow in kenya??), all the while mooning all your spectators?!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw one time on Tyra some kind of funnel thing which enable women to pee while standing, i would definitely buy that if i knew where i could get a hold of it!&lt;br /&gt;During the last rally held two weeks ago in kajiado, my friends had to gather up shawls and create like walls to enable each other to pee. I did not join in on the fun, but of course i took pictures :) i would rather stay pressed till my bladder is on the verge of exploding then pee in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;My guy friend was asking me why girls cant just spread their legs and pee while standing, well, that really wouldnt work because the pee would not go straight down, but trickle down your legs.&lt;br /&gt;One time my friend and i were at Nakumatt Ukay where we had made a pitt stop before heading to Qs, and we went to the bathroom, but since it was just the two of us we decided to explore a bit. I joined him in the gents, and it was quite an adventure...not!!! Men's bathrooms stink especially coz of those balls they put in the urinals (ewe). He came to the ladies and the first thing he noticed were the rentokil bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'What's this for?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people drink from the fountain of knowledge, but my friend only gargled ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;okay i am just kidding, i just had to throw that line in. He is actually very intelligent...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So i proceeded to tell him all sorts of lies of how you open the bin and it produces water which you can use to wash your hands or wipe yourself if there's no tissue. Men are so clueless..&lt;br /&gt;I heard in Japan there is a pipe that sprouts up from inside the loo and proceeds to spray warm water to wash your derriere or whatever. If you have been to Nihongo, is there any truth to that??&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a rule for urinal use in mens bathrooms about like the proximity to your neighbour or whatever, and i was really relieved to hear that because in my opinion, urinals already do not provide any privacy at all. I bet when your peeing your just busy sizing each other up with your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;Before i really used to wonder what all the fuss women made about men leaving the toilet seat up, but it is actually a big deal. If you put it up, just put it back down when your done.&lt;br /&gt;What freaks me out the most when i am in the toilet is when you flash the loo and the water starts rising! shit!!! That's so messed up but luckily it usually goes back down so the disaster is averted.&lt;br /&gt;I think this post has gone on for long enough before i begin grossing you out, which i am very capable of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-4827176656337250594?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4827176656337250594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/bathroom-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4827176656337250594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4827176656337250594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/bathroom-stuff.html' title='Bathroom stuff'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-3291456670543081220</id><published>2009-09-13T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:32:35.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Because I said so</title><content type='html'>Due to my GIGO (garbage in garbage out) memory, i'm an avid fan of reruns. I can watch or read anything numerous times and still be very entertained. This particular weekend i was on a mission to just lounge in my bed and get reacquainted with my favourite movies and serii (is that the plural of series?)&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i decided i wanted to watch because i said so once again. The movie stars Diane Keaton, Mandy Moore, Lauren Graham, Piper Perabo...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the movie revolves around Milly (Mandy Moore) a young lady who always seems to find the wrong men who are either old, married, or punks. As a result Daphne (Diane Keaton) her meddling mother is always busy interfering in her life. So Daphne creates a profile on a dating website searching for a life partner for Milly.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her mother, Milly meets and gets involved with two gorgeous but very different men. Jason is an architect who is cultured and has travelled the world, while Johnny is a tattoed musician who is a single parent to a gorgeous little boy who asks women to show him their 'ginas'.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Milly goes ahead and dates both of them, but you can already tell she is happier with Johnny because when she is with him she can be herself, and he is just really amazing, while with Jason, she was really insecure about herself. Anyway she got to date two men at the same time, rip all the benefits, then she got busted. Johnny was furious when he found out she had been sleeping with another guy. Jason was easy breezy about it which was like the strangest thing. To cut a long story short, Milly dumped Jason after discovering he was her mothers pick from the dating ad, and she realised Johnny was of course the better option.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a very nice movie, an eye opener in fact....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-3291456670543081220?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3291456670543081220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-said-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3291456670543081220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3291456670543081220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-said-so.html' title='Because I said so'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-8177716173348896461</id><published>2009-09-10T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:41:07.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><title type='text'>Fluu Shmuu Puuh</title><content type='html'>Since Monday my flu has just transcended from bad to worse, increased symptoms, and no sign of getting better. There must be a problem with my immune system for real, the whole natural healing thing doesn't seem to work on me. I have this terrible cough, a stuffed nose, paining sinuses, which has just brought on a lot of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;My week has just been long and dreary, with lots of work, and nothing much to smile about. Right now I am trying to figure out what exactly is the real reason my week has sucked..&lt;br /&gt;Fine i will just fess up, of course there is a man involved. I haven't really talked to him this week, even though i am itching to, but i am too proud, and i felt like i had been dismissed or something, i dunno. Anyway i hope he will hola soon, so that i can know if not talking to him is the reason why this week has sucked. I am hoping he is not the reason, because otherwise, houston we will have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;This lack of communication just makes me wonder. After meeting up you would think things would become better not go backwards and become worse then when we met up.&lt;br /&gt;At least this makes things easier for me, the quagmire is slowly diffusing if that makes any sense.. Now i can stop dreading September 20th and beyond since one of the complications is increasingly not becoming a factor in my life (unfortunately)&lt;br /&gt;I have also come to realize long distance relationships are something i can't do. Okay i always knew i could not do it, but now i know for sure. No, i am not in a long distance relationship, but it is really hard to do anything with anyone who is miles away. Emails, calls, texts do not cut it. Video chats in my opinions would just even enhance your suffering because you can see them, talk to them, but you cannot touch them bleh! That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Does this post make any sense even?? Its this stupid flu arrgghhh, i am going to hospital today, this cannot continue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-8177716173348896461?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8177716173348896461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluu-shmuu-puuh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8177716173348896461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/8177716173348896461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/fluu-shmuu-puuh.html' title='Fluu Shmuu Puuh'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-1156949086750018480</id><published>2009-09-08T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:48:22.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album Reviews'/><title type='text'>Sauti Sol - Mwanzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SqYIasGrDaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dCG3t2aVKTQ/s1600-h/sauti_sol_img_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SqYIasGrDaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dCG3t2aVKTQ/s320/sauti_sol_img_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378996059549404578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polycarp, Delvine, Baraza and Chimano are the extremely talented members of the group Sauti Sol.&lt;br /&gt;The group originally started out as Sauti but they included Sol after they discovered that there was already another group going by that name i think from Uganda or something.&lt;br /&gt;Delvine, Baraza and Chimano started singing while they were at upperhill high school, then they later linked up with Polycarp who is behind the acoustics. The guy has like magical fingers on the guitar, he is quite good and the shocking thing is, he taught himself how to play the guitar. Trust me that is not an easy fete, i tried teaching myself guitar, but my fingers hurt so bad, and i could not play a single tune, so i never got that far.&lt;br /&gt;I went for one of their live shows on valentines day, and it was so awesome. These are one of those bands who sound exactly the same live as in their studio recorded records. My personal favourite is Baraza, his voice is simply just divine!! I really like the fact that this group is so harmonious unlike other bands, because all the singers contribute to the songs, there is no clearly defined lead singer, they are all in sync.&lt;br /&gt;I got a copy of their album Mwanzo. The album cover is nice and simple, and the sleeve has the lyrics to all the songs featured in the album which i think was a great idea because their music is just great to sing along to. There is also a brief explanation of the inspiration behind most of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;The album features 14 songs about mostly love, marriage, cops, Nairobi etc.&lt;br /&gt;Lazizi is their most popular song which is receiving lots of air play on radio and on tv. I must admit it is my favorite song, I never seem to get tired of it at all. I also like sunny days its nice and easy.&lt;br /&gt;I love Zosi, its such a lovely song, any woman would wish they were Zosi. Wera is just fun to sing along to, they sound so good in it.&lt;br /&gt;Mama Papa features the musical stylings of Dela, an amazing female vocalist. The song has a slight reggae feel to it, and it is basically about Baraza (Bienne) and Della asking for their parents blessings. Its a great song.&lt;br /&gt;Track number eight is blue uniform which is a song about our Kenyan Police force and we all know how they are.&lt;br /&gt;I like Mapacha, it has a nice catchy tune, so does Mushivala which a song they've sang in vernacular, i think its luhya not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;Nairobi is a show stopper featuring Stan. It has a nice tempo i really like it.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the songs which really stood out in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Mwanzo was produced by Wawesh of the Mjanja fame, and i think he did a fantastic job. I cant wait for them to release some new material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-1156949086750018480?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1156949086750018480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sauti-sol-mwanzo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1156949086750018480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/1156949086750018480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sauti-sol-mwanzo.html' title='Sauti Sol - Mwanzo'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SqYIasGrDaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dCG3t2aVKTQ/s72-c/sauti_sol_img_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-7906350334270573695</id><published>2009-09-06T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:43:10.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday in the making</title><content type='html'>Its monday morning and i am experiencing the repurcussions of a mad fun weekend! My head hurts because of lack of sleep, and i can feel the onset of a bad cough coming on. I am starting to think i am allergic to fun late night activities because i was sick last month already, i had a flu vaccine shot in June God dammit!! why the hell is this happening?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway considering all the stuff i did during the weekend, i am not surprised. On friday i went for a party with my friends and it totally rocked. I met this guy that i really like and it was great spending time with him, plus he looked so nyum, like a tall serving of chocolate deliciousness. I also met my ex who i am glad to report has no effect on me whatsoever. I said hello, he came to talk to me for a few minutes to apologise for our last run in which was not as pleasant, then he left me alone which was all easy breezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, went for a bbq with mr chocolate, which was cool, i am getting really good at this going on dates thing i must say, it was easy breezy. I had 2 other parties to go for and i managed to make it for all of them so at least i did not dissappoint anyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am growing old, I am honestly getting tired of westlands, same ol people, same music, i really need a break, or some new scenery!! My friends kept on asking me why i seemed to look bored, which i was actually but i did not wanna admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising event of saturday night was that a friend of mine who i can only stand in small doses, actually ended up making my night. We danced with him and i had such a blast even though my legs hurt like crazy. Yaani i am evening getting too tired to dance which is like one of the major reasons i go out in the first place!! I ended up leaving early that night, as in before the sun rose, which is something i rarely do. Then when i got home, the  mbotches phone was off so i could not get into the house. Luckily my neighbour was home alone so i went to sleep at his house, slept in the same bed with his friend who i used to have a crush on when i was 9 years old. He was such a gentleman which i really appreciated, nothing happened at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the rally jana after almost more than ten years, i had fun because i was with many of my crazy friends, dancing on top of vans and drinking themselves silly lol, but it was not as fun as it used to be when i was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am in the office, trying to remember what work i was meant to do, and trying to motivate myself to do it, but after the ndao guy comes and i have a cup of extra strong black coffee because i am not seeing how i am hacking this day without an energy boost of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-7906350334270573695?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7906350334270573695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-monday-in-making.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7906350334270573695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/7906350334270573695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/09/manic-monday-in-making.html' title='Manic Monday in the making'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-4121389475612718862</id><published>2009-08-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:59:13.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIDS is real'/><title type='text'>U HALI GANI??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptXdVsk-UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z1sLZPbNTj4/s1600-h/aids_ribbon_saint_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptXdVsk-UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z1sLZPbNTj4/s320/aids_ribbon_saint_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375986741748758850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i watched a snippet of some local talk show where they were talking about asking someone who you are about to get intimate with to get tested for HIV/AIDS. The relationship expert featured on the show talked about how women are more open to talk about their sexual history, but men are usually not as open because if they were to disclose at the beginning of the relationship that for example they were married, it would be an immediate deal breaker. He also went on to add that if you asked the man to get tested he would most probably hit the road!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that HIV/AIDS exist, but people do not seem to understand just how real it is unless someone who is close to them has the disease.&lt;br /&gt;Six degrees of separation refers to the idea that if a person is one step away from each person they know and two steps away from each person who is known by one of the people they know, then everyone is at most six steps away from any other person on Earth. (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;This experiment was suggested to prove that the population of the earth is closer together now than they have ever been before according to Karinthy who is considered to be the originator of this notion.&lt;br /&gt;We see it every day as we interact with different people, how we all somehow end up knowing the same people one way or the other. Let's face it people, the world is shrinking, its becoming even smaller than a ball gum.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the spare wheel print ad in the local dailys which is being used for the ' epuka mpango wa kando' or whatever its called, which shows the different ways that people are linked to each other? it really got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;How many times will you realise you and like three of your friends made out with the same guy or even worse slept with him?&lt;br /&gt;or how many guys will hi five each other because they got some or they tapped the same chick?&lt;br /&gt;Then what if you discover that someone who is connected to you in your human web gets infected with HIV/AIDS?? can you imagine the way it will spread through the web?? or even worse, make its way back to you?&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know how i started thinking about it this way but I am now actually very scared!&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I have always talked about going to VCT to get tested, maybe we should actually go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;I was also wondering, so like when you have met that perfect someone, and you wanna become intimate, how do you go about asking the person to go get tested, without it coming off like you do not trust them? How do you broach the topic while making them understand that it's not them you do not trust, but their past sexual partners??&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i miss being a young innocent child whose biggest worry was whether i would get to eat icecream after church :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-4121389475612718862?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4121389475612718862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-hali-gani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4121389475612718862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/4121389475612718862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-hali-gani.html' title='U HALI GANI??'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptXdVsk-UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/z1sLZPbNTj4/s72-c/aids_ribbon_saint_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-3981159609795384130</id><published>2009-08-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:17:10.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good deals'/><title type='text'>Deal makers and deal breakers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptOvCXpnMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rr5CPp1iae0/s1600-h/petpeeves-710389.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptOvCXpnMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rr5CPp1iae0/s320/petpeeves-710389.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375977150193704130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing that catches your eye about a member of the opposite sex??&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak for myself, one of the first things i notice about a guy is his face. Lets face it, in Kenya there is a shortage of gorgeous men so women's standards have been forcefully reduced! Anyway what i look for in a face, good skin, nyummy lips, average sized nose, great hair. I am obsessed with hair, so if you have long hair i will be so smitten. I also like clean shaven heads, it looks nice and neat. Eyes are something i do not particularly look out for because majority of all the black people have the same brown eyes except some lucky few.&lt;br /&gt;I also look at the attire. There are some men who are so well dressed it's insane. What catches my attention in particularly are suits, preppy dressed boys, or even simply a nice shirt wit pants, or a cool tshirt with a waist coat. There is just something about a man in a tie, it is very hot, but only when I am out, in the office there's nothing jazzing about it at all!&lt;br /&gt;I think i am one of those women who really do not pay attention to a man's shoes. I only notice them if they are exceptionally hot or like really really bad!&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing sexier than a man who can dance!!! No matter how injured you look, if you can dance then you have definitely caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Of course if the man smells good thats a definate plus, there is no bigger turn off than body odour :( or sweat, I really do not want to be wiping my hands every time i touch your hands.&lt;br /&gt;A man who walks up to me and speaks to me definitely arouses my interest. Nowadays it seems like men are just waiting for women to come and hit on them (watangoja!!!).&lt;br /&gt;The voice definitely counts, if you step up to me with a girly shrieky voice i defintiely will never take you seriously. But if you have a deep sultry baritone, I will definitely be hooked. The way you talk is also important. I will not give you the time of day if you sound like some funny dodgy ob, or if you shrub, I know i may seem stuck up or whatever but those things are important. I think it is important that i can at least have a conversation with you without bursting out laughing because you have shrubbed, or having to ask what that sheng word means.&lt;br /&gt;No woman is attracted to a shamelessly drunk guy, so if you know your one of them get your act together.&lt;br /&gt;A man who will protect you from trouble will win a girls heart, not the dude instigating the fight for no reason, be man enough to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen always turn heads. It is so nice to find a man who will pull up your chair, open your door.. okay to be honest sometimes i find it weird but i still feel like i am being pampered.&lt;br /&gt;Height only becomes an issue if the man is shorter than me, I do not wanna look down on you. There is something hot about having to tiptoe to give a guy a hug or a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Of course a man's body is very essential. Many women have different tastes, and luckily there is a lot of variety in that department.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for men, women are not as biased when it comes to body type. You will find a gorgeous woman dating the most ridiculous looking guy ever!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you will be surprised by the little things that can turn people off. Different people have different pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx V xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-3981159609795384130?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3981159609795384130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/deal-makers-and-deal-breakers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3981159609795384130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3981159609795384130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/deal-makers-and-deal-breakers.html' title='Deal makers and deal breakers!!!'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SptOvCXpnMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rr5CPp1iae0/s72-c/petpeeves-710389.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-2131855472887574132</id><published>2009-08-24T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:14:07.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Walking on sunshine...</title><content type='html'>Are you happy??&lt;br /&gt;My ex used to like asking me that question, and at the time, i honestly was not sure i was because i never really new what the definition of happiness was.&lt;br /&gt;Today if u ask me the same question, i will definitely answer it without any hesitation, i am very happy!!&lt;br /&gt;what would you define as happiness?&lt;br /&gt;In today's world, it seems like the ultimate definition of happiness, is having a partner. Married people and people in relationships are viewed to be very happy and living a blissful life while single people are viewed as being lonely, sad and alone.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine really used to like taunting me about how i was single, and lonely and i would die alone blah blah blah, i basically used to ignore him and i never really took it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;Enough single people keep getting pressure from all corners to find a partner because their biological clock was ticking, or so that they would stop always being the third wheel during get togethers and what not.&lt;br /&gt;Society has made being single seem like such a sad phenomenon when it really is not.&lt;br /&gt;I remember for the longest time i really wanted to be in a relationship, so when the first opportunity presented itself, i literally jumped into it, without thinking clearly about it. 'Let's do this' were the words i literally used lol.&lt;br /&gt;When I compare my life now, and back when i was in a relationship, I can honestly say I am way happier now. There were some great times, but there were also some really really low times. They were so low that i barely remember the good times. Maybe it's because I was with the wrong person, i dunno. Anyway I wont use this as a platform to discuss my one failed relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy because God has been so good to me, even though i may not necessarily deserve it. I am of relatively good health even though i do not take care of myself as much as i should. I have an awesome loving family who are always there for me and they make my world go round. My friends are just amazing, and so much fun. All the important people in my life have played a role in making me who i am today. I am definitely a better person because of them.&lt;br /&gt;Though i do not have a man in my life, these people have made my life extremely fulfilling, and i know i have nothing missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;ok who am i kidding, i miss that excitement that comes with meeting someone knew and getting to know them, but in my current circumstances, the excitement has just turned into anxiety and confusion, anyway that's a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alone people do not like hearing about together people. It's mean. It's like carrying a 6 pack to an AA meeting' (Caliope-Greys anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married people and those in relationships really like rubbing it in single peoples faces be it on purpose or without knowing it. This for sure is one of the reasons that depress single people about being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am happy and being single really has nothing to do with it. I really do not want my life being defined by having a man. If i do get a man, so be it, but my happiness will be determined by my life's circumstances and not the fact that I am dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx V xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-2131855472887574132?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2131855472887574132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-on-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2131855472887574132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/2131855472887574132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='Walking on sunshine...'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-5174890465047770601</id><published>2009-08-16T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:00:36.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quagmire'/><title type='text'>A quagmire in the making....</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its just hit me that the last tym I was out on a date was in the year 2007!!!! Damn!! Its been a while!! I’m going on one today, and I’m so not prepared. I feel like shit and look like shit too!! But I’m gonna do this regardless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate dates coz I am always a bundle of nerves. In fact I am like the cheapest date ever coz my stomach is usually in knots so I am never able to eat anything. I also hate the part when the paycheck has to be handled. I always feel like I have to chip in, coz I feel guilty if the guy takes care of it. I am just weird like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am excited about it though, but I am trying to reduce so that I do not end up getting disappointed. I am hoping there will not be any weird moments of silence lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I think that will not happen because there were none when I first met the guy. And there’s also the idea of having unexpected embarrassing moments like I accidentally shower on him or anything absurd like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway fifteen more minutes and I have to go. The only way I can spruce up how I look is lip gloss ha ha ha how sad is that?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had planned on posting this yesterday, but it brought me many sql errors and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the date went great! I was not nervous at all which makes me think I have really grown despite the lack of practice. We met at a coffee shop and had our coffee fix accompanied by some great conversation. I am glad to announce that there were no embarrassing moments or weird awkward moments so I had a great time. I did not even feel a thing when he paid the bill (maybe I should be a bit worried about that lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a very inquisitive person, so I tend to bombard people with questions especially when I am getting to know them or I’m nervous and have no idea what to say. I am starting to think I am some kind of truth serum for men coz I get to learn so much about them when we first meet. I find that very cool because it shows they feel they can be free with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now I have met two really awesome guys who I both like so far. They are both very interesting, sweet, and hot which is very strange because these things usually do not happen to me so I have no idea what’s going on but I am totally stoked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still in the process of getting to know them both, but I am hoping things do not get complicated because I absolutely hate drama and I avoid it any chance I get. Right now I think I’ll just take things one step at a time and try not to get ahead of myself. But why lie I really like having options, and I have never felt more beautiful due to the nice things they always say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-5174890465047770601?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5174890465047770601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/quagmire-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5174890465047770601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/5174890465047770601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/quagmire-in-making.html' title='A quagmire in the making....'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-6423170141857181465</id><published>2009-08-14T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:02:28.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Vs Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SoVCnw0Kb4I/AAAAAAAAATw/VE00-WjY6jA/s1600-h/twitter-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SoVCnw0Kb4I/AAAAAAAAATw/VE00-WjY6jA/s320/twitter-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369771381595205506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SoVCnTv3BII/AAAAAAAAATo/oOgJp9RqIYk/s1600-h/facebook-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SoVCnTv3BII/AAAAAAAAATo/oOgJp9RqIYk/s320/facebook-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369771373792527490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just dawned on me that i do not remember when i joined facebook, i think it was maybe around 2006, thats when i finally clicked on the invitations to join.&lt;br /&gt;Having been a very active hi5 user, i was a bit sceptical about it, but as i continued using it, i loved it, and hence the start of a very terrible addiction.&lt;br /&gt;I deleted all my other social networking accounts like myspace, tagged, including hi5, and ever since i have never turned back.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i had about writing on someones 'wall' i imagined it was kinda like mspaint or something where u can draw and write stuff for people lol yeah i have a vivid imagination (like when i first heard about brain washing the first image that sprung up in my mind was someone's head being covered with a cloth and washing powder being poured over them lol)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i loved facebook at that time, the applications were really cool, wish i could remember their names though. but there was this particular one where you could edit peoples pictures and add mustaches, and bunny ears, or glitters and stars, that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;i remember when fun wall was first introduced, it was a polite application which let u send cool stuff, then all of a sudden it became the new platform to send forwards for people on facebook. some of the things people sent on fun walls was soo crude dayum!!! i actually just removed that application from my profile coz it was soo irritating! thats something i definitely do not miss.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook forever keeps changing and not necessarily for the better. The onslaught of mobile facebook in my opinion was to our detriment, its just feeding this terrible addiction lol&lt;br /&gt;Then there was twitter...&lt;br /&gt;Some of my facebook friends used to comment about twitter on their statuses, and i got a few invitations so early this year i decided to join it.&lt;br /&gt;i did some research and discovered you could get sms alerts about twits and wat not and i thought 'awesome'. I registered and created my first twitter account. So during the registration process, theres some number you have to send a text to to confirm your mobile number or something of the sort.  I texted it twice and it bloody kulad my money!!! Kenya apparently is not one of the lucky countrys that can get sms alerts (or am i just not doing it right?)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i did not begin twitting till like a month later and i have to say, twitter is NOT USER FRIENDLY!!! I majored in IT, and the first basic rule when developing websites is that they should be user friendly.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is @, #, RT??? those were my first thoughts. When i join a social networking site, i freaking do not wanna read the help manual!! i just wanna learn how to use it by using it!!&lt;br /&gt;I first thought that the tweets that appeared on someones profile were like their wall and all the @so$so's were peoples posts, i discovered that twit replies were on a different page all together after like a month of serious twitting!!&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part about twitter is ofcourse the celebrities. I love searching for new celebrities to follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; and thats about it!! I hate the fact that these celebrities are always begging to be followed yet they do not have the decency to follow their fans back!&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day i heard about Facebook lite being in the works. Its basically going to be facebook's version of twitter and im not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook still remains my first love, my one addiction that i wonder if il ever get tired of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-6423170141857181465?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6423170141857181465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook-vs-twitter.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6423170141857181465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/6423170141857181465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook-vs-twitter.html' title='Facebook Vs Twitter'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zsPzrOdGfpY/SoVCnw0Kb4I/AAAAAAAAATw/VE00-WjY6jA/s72-c/twitter-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297519009281974152.post-3444193929680216945</id><published>2009-08-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:40:36.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of the martians'/><title type='text'>From Venus With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In my quest to try and understand the male species, I have done some reading, listened to peoples experiences, gossiped a bit ;) and experienced very little. I have now reached a point where I am just totally confused!! There are just so many contradictions that i just dunno anymore. Here is a bit of a run through.....&lt;br /&gt;'He's just not that into you' which was written by the makers of sex and the city was a book I was really excited about the moment i heard about it. When i finally got my hands on it and read it, I was disappointed to say the least. I was left feeling dis-empowered and in fact far worse off than before i read the book! unfortunately, though I am an avid reader, my brain is like that of a computer, Garbage In, Garbage Out (GIGO). I do not remember every nitty gritty detail about the book, but I do remember the book had various scenarios which depicted whether a man was 'into you' or not. Like If a guy says he would call, and he doesn't then he is just not that into you. Or if your boyfriend goes on a trip and does not contact you the first chance he gets, then he is just not that into you. It had a lot of rubbish like that which I just did not agree with.&lt;br /&gt;Now 'Why men don't listen and women cant read maps' is a far much better read. This book goes ahead to identify and explain the biological differences that define men and women and justify our behaviors and actions. I know many women really hate it when the man their with is busy drooling at other women right in front of them without any shame! Apparently men's vision focuses on one focal point (does that make any sense? lol) while women have wide vision, as a result men always get busted because they just stare openly as they focus on one thing, while we women are lucky enough to be able to stare without making it rather obvious. The book also goes on to explain the workings of the male and female brain, and how they differ etc. So this book basically just put my mind at ease because I got to understand myself as a women, and somehow I got a brief insight into the workings of men (I think i need to read this book again).&lt;br /&gt;The most recent 'book' i read was called fascinating womanhood or something of the sort. Anyway the secrets to being a fascinating woman basically just involves accepting men the way they are, wholly and completely, while allowing them to take on their masculine role in the relationship, and taking on your female responsibilities as a woman. I found this particular read interesting because it had several real life scenarios which actually gives you hope that these 'secrets' may actually work.&lt;br /&gt;Now that was just a brief play by play of what i've read. Now as for the lessons I have learnt from people's experiences, I think I have heard so many stories I cannot really sum it up so i'll just skip to my own personal experiences with men.&lt;br /&gt;So how do you talk about your experiences without looking like your hating or bitching about the people who played a starring role in the movie that is your life??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway despite everything, I am still so confused about men! I really wish one of you could fill me in on the goings on of your minds. (Im so sure that ain't grammatically correct lol)&lt;br /&gt;For now I prefer just to stay on guard and assume that all men are just punks until they prove otherwise. I know that it may not be fair to just generalize but i have to look out for numero uno!&lt;br /&gt;It is quite sad though that women now have such a bad reputation that we are now all categorized as skanks! I will not even pretend not to know why.&lt;br /&gt;I think men just feel bad because women have emancipated themselves from that feminine role that was defined since time immemorial.&lt;br /&gt;Women are now the ones chasing after men, they are okay with casual sex with no strings attached, they do not rely on men for anything, basically women are taking over the masculine role in today's world, and men are not very amused ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Can I be categorized as one of these new breed of women? I dunno, I think I am still trying to find where my place is. I do not condone some of the things women are doing now, but I do admire their confidence and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, these women have made men even worse! They are now walking around believing that every woman is the scum of the earth, a gold digging bitch, who will take them for a ride and leave them with their hearts broken and run.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not that kind of woman, but apparently it is like stamped on my forehead and most men figure it out. So you would think I have enough suitors knocking on my door, but you would be surprised lol Someone told me I look like wife material, which I find weird because I never think about marriage. I always tell people I will get married when I am 38 and only because Im sick of all the pressure. I just find it strange because I have no idea what kind of wife I would be.&lt;br /&gt;The sanctity of the covenant known as marriage has really been decayed especially by this generation. The rate of divorce and infidelity is just so high. I just wonder why the hell people bothered getting married if they knew they were incapable of remaining faithful to one person, for better for worse, and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I still have that view that marriage should be forever and we all know that life ain't a fairy tale so that happily ever after nonsense does not exist so I think I would rather just avoid that whole marriage thing all together.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the flick starring Mel Gibson 'What women want'? I wish i could know what the hell it is men want, or at least understand what goes on in their minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297519009281974152-3444193929680216945?l=atiwarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3444193929680216945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-venus-with-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3444193929680216945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297519009281974152/posts/default/3444193929680216945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atiwarr.blogspot.com/2009/08/from-venus-with-love.html' title='From Venus With Love'/><author><name>nkirdizzle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
