Simple Etiquette...

If you answer your cell phone in the movies, text away callously on a date, sign an e-mail to the Chief Executive of your company as an abbreviation signed by lots of  Xs, and think nothing of striking up conversation with someone in the nude at the gym, you definitely need a guide to the modern-day etiquette.

I turned the big 25 on Thursday, did nothing really proving that age is catching up with me. But i wasn't really bored either, just didn't go all out like i would have a few years back. I went shopping during the day, enjoyed a few drinks in the afternoon and went back to prepare a scrumptious meal for my family in the evening, i even baked a cake and that was it. Now that you are up to date, back to etiquette...

If you have to pick your phone in a public place, keep it short. Don't spill your dirty laundry to everyone the entire bus journey, save the personal details for later and never discuss business in a public place, you never know who is in hearing distance. Most mobile phone companies provide guidelines to remind users to switch off their mobile phones at the cinema, theatre, restaurant, during a business meeting, in a hospital, at a wedding or funeral but how many of us actually do so?

Text messaging is cheap, fun and easy but more importantly it's particularly handy in place of a call you would rather not take. However there is a price to pay for novelty; it's easy to lose sight of the person at the other end of the phone and get carried away with abbreviated words and coded messages. We're in danger of losing quality communication by overusing text messaging. It's a modern means of communication to arrange and cancel appointments but you shouldn't ever shock in a text message. Announcing that you wish to get divorced or a relationship is over in a text message is completely uncivilised.

Try and keep the grammar correct while texting too and the same applies to your punctuation in a professional email as you would if you were hand-writng a formal letter.It doesn't take any extra effort but shows respect and care.To add kisses in an email to someone you don't know is presuming closeness and in our respectful culture, this won't go down well.

Staying calm and not letting other drivers get you hot under the collar is very important. Don't toot your horn if you feel that traffic isn't moving, please use your signal when driving, check for ongoing traffic before you pull out, let people in front of you if they are trying to overtake and dim your lights at night when approaching an on-coming car.

Despite the belief that swimming is meant to be relaxing and an enjoyable leisure activity, if you visit the pool often you will probably find yourself up against some serious etiquette challenges. People kicking water like it's a fight resulting in a mouthful of chlorine for you and a kick in the ribcage. However one of the worst aspects of visiting the pool is the changing room and the same goes for the gym too. People taking their clothes off right in front of you, and then there is a queue for the shower and the lad standing in front of you is in his birthday suit.

I am sort of a neat freak and suffering slightly from mild OCD....lol, i prefer my stuff arranged neatly in order. I am not good with guests and subsequently not a good host, i relish in my space. That being said, my laptop is private, that's why it has a Password. Don't ask me for  my password please, what is you want there? Don't borrow my clothes, i love my wardrobe including the clothes i haven't worn in over a year, don't use that as an excuse. Carry your own necessities i.e cologne, roll-on, towel, bathing suit, nail polish and remover and that kind of stuff. Stay in your space and know your place, don't wake me up with your midnight phone calls, break of dawn alarm ring tones and most of all don't strike up a convo at the climax of a really good movie.

Fab night lovelies...xoxo!

Yet another day...

Another day of boozing and blogging...today I'm doing sambuca, it's the only stock i have left. I know i am supposed do shots of it, it's half bottle and i don't want to fry my liver all at once plus i'd love to finish this post. Uh, i made fresh mango juice earlier, tried to use it as a chaser but tastes more of syrup to me...well, one sip at a time.

I was out shopping yesterday and the day before you'd think i didn't have any clothes left in my closet the way i was up early on both days to shop. Well, a girl can never have enough clothes, shoes or bags. I got really nice stuff, i like. It wasn't easy though, first day was at Gikomba but didn't really find anything i fancied, the next day i headed to Toy and if i had enough money i'd buy all of it. They have really really cool stuff especially for the ladies. Finally went to Ngara but the place was too small and not much caught my eye but we all have different tastes.

So the other day, lights went out at night and my mum regaled me with tales of when i was a kid. She says she was fetching water on the i was born, she almost did not make it to the hospital...I was born on a Monday at 3pm. I used to cry constantly cry the first few months, maybe because i was born on that dreadful day...HA! The trick would be to place my little head on the shoulder and rock me till i slept, my dad did most of that. I used to hate food and would be forced to eat, i was a skinny kid....you should see me now. Oh, how things change...I love food now :]

I would like to think of myself as a really open-minded individual...I love diversity and entertain cross-culture. That being said, men will be men; From Ethiopia, Sudan, Nigeria, Eritrea, Tanzania, Uganda or Kenya. Most of the men i have dated are Kenyan of course but there the few others even just friends who come from the fore-mentioned countries. I want to talk about the slight differences here and there in the way the men from these countries relate with the ladies, first impression and stuff like that. I know most of it will be on the border line of stereotyping but oh well, c'est la vie!

Ethiopian- Very romantic people, treats the ladies right and is a gentleman. Only problem is that it's really hard to express onself.

Sudan- Very generous, nice, kind, loving and understanding. A bit barbaric in their mannerisms but very serious and committed.

Nigerian- Over-confident, loud and obnoxious. Show-offs but can make relly good loyal friends all the same.

Eritrean- Not much difference from the Ethiopian, just more exposed and so it's easy to express themselves.

Tanzania- Well mannered, can be a bit of a show off at times but also down to earth and thoughtful. Polite and trustworthy.

Ugandan- Shy, reserved and i don't honestly really have much to say.

Kenyan- East or West, home is best....you may complain that they are not romantic enough or this or that but I know they are the best we have out there at least from my point of view....

Well, even if he is from Mars, they are all MEN...You'll just have to find one you love imperfectly. Xoxo!

Solitary Drinking...

I thought i was going through writer's block but turned out i was just thirsty! Well, i fell off the bandwagon and decided to drink the whiskey i had cooped up in my room somewhere and guess what, I am writing again...ha! Well, I have come to the realization that i don't mind solitary drinking, by myself in my room especially.

Somewhere along the line people got the idea that solitary boozing is a sure sign that the drinker is about to slip over the edge into something dark and sinister, whether it be suicide, skid row or depression. I am not depressed, not about to commit suicide either....I love myself too much, I just enjoy my own company. On the surface though, it makes sense. Alcohol is the original social lubricant, after all, it makes any gathering loose and friendly, it has the unique ability to spin laughter and camaraderie from the dry straw that is the strained silence of the sober. Strangers become friends, friends become cliques and cliques become vast drinking scenes. It is the golden bond that connects you with most of your friends and acquaintances. It sure as hell isn’t a collective interest in stamp collecting that holds the gang together, alcohol is!

Drinking alone, on the other hand, is a much more pure and forthright form of imbibing, and I say that because it focuses entirely on the simple act of putting alcohol into your bloodstream. It tosses aside all the half-hearted pretensions about merely using alcohol as a social tool.Now, there are those who abhor the very idea of spending a moment with themselves. Put them in a quiet room for five minutes and they’re picking up the phone or turning on the TV. Whiskey is the key that sets the monkey free, goes the old saw, and that monkey is your Id, your subconscious mind, the inner you. Instead of letting that monkey out in public, where he tends to go berserk (or so they tell you the next morning), set him loose in a calm room. A quiet place bare of predators and prey. Get to know him. You might be surprised. You might even start liking the little bastard.

So find your quiet space. Lower the lighting and unplug the phone. And for the love of God, turn off the TV. That evil box is the antithesis of inner thought, it is a jabbering knave that never shuts up or listens, it is expressly designed to steal your attention and direct it to its own petty needs. Turn it off or, better yet, throw it out the window. Your room, in my opinion, is the best place to drink alone. There is something about having the glass and bottle sitting right in front of you, While you may prefer metal, rap, punk or, egad, techno when you’re out swinging with the gang, the point of drinking alone is not to get pumped up but to hunker down with the inner workings of your psyche. Slow and melodic, even nostalgic music is best.

After three or four drinks you’ll start realizing there are clear advantages to drinking alone, namely:

1. You’re the bartender. Drinking alone means you can drink exactly what you want. Let’s admit it, what we drink in public is not necessarily what we really want to drink. There are social norms to conform to, there are reputations to maintain, there are friends to impress. Your mouth will order a shot of tequila when your soul wants a Vodka shot.

 2. You control the pace: Want another? Pour it. No standing in line for a drink, no pressure to take yet another sham shot of girlie juice, no bouncer telling you you’ve had enough. The bottle in front of you never says no. Only yes, yes and yes!

3. Booze tastes better. There are no distractions to divert your attention from the rich taste of a mouthful of Grants. You will notice the vast array of flavors and aromas. You will realize hidden depths of taste in a cocktail you had imagined a shallow pond. Show me someone who is drinking alone, without any desire to seek out human companionship, and I’ll show you a drunk who truly enjoys alcohol.

4. The bottle doesn’t jabber. One of the greatest pleasures in life is a comfortable silence between friends. You know what I’m talking about: you’re having a quiet drink at a table with an old friend, and both of you feel absolutely no need to engage in idle prattle, there is a fine understanding that nothing needs to be said, you merely sit and bask in the light of each other’s company. Those moments, unfortunately, are few and far between. These days we’re so damn afraid the other person will think we’re boring and start looking for someone a little more chatty to sit with, or, worst of all, yawn. And it’s from the belly of that fear the current plague of pointless small talk was born.

5. You can act any damn fool way you wish: The bottle will not condemn you for laughing out of turn or pounding the table like a bad character actor. It will quietly salute you. You can get as maudlin, dramatic and sentimental as you wish, without anyone telling you to snap out of it, cheer up, or cool out.

And it is cheaper by the dozen too, you don't have to feel obliged to throw a round for your comrades, just you and the bottle. 

You don't have to worry about how to get home or that don't drink and drive mantra.

Expect this tomorrow....from your friends:

“What’d you get up to last night?”
“Got wicked drunk.”
“Yeah? Where’d you go?”
“I didn’t go anywhere. I drank at home.”
“You had a party and didn’t invite me? Who showed up?”
“No one. I got drunk by myself.”
“No shit? What’s wrong, man? You wanna talk about it?”

 Tell them you don't want to talk about it and that you just enjoyed your own company and loved it. On my third glass, enjoy lovlies....see ya'll later.  

Xoxo!

Guest Writer...

"Thoughts from my balcony."
*sparks a blunt* ..thought of a no. of ways to start this blog but ended up drawing a blank so will go head n just jump right into it..first month of 2013 is a wrap n nothing has really changed..same shxt different assholes *excuse ma french* I always thought by 2013 Massai Mara wld be a popular formula one race track..i honestly thought so bt that's a sad story for another day.Things aint' always wut they cracked up to be n with how errything took to the new year its sure shxt ain finna be all bunnies n rainbows this year.

*Politics is all up in the air.. tht explains why am tappin ma nose as I punch the keys on the keyboard..meant tht metaphorically yu stoopid. I done had enough of it with ma soul already n more so kenyan politics is like a start of a bad joke wth a shaggy dog ending so ain finna write shxt 'bout it right after I point this out..there is a huge difference between who I think is goin to win n who I be voting for come the elections. The inaugural weekend for Obama..beyonce's lip-syn took the shine! who wus Mitt Romney again?! talk of a bad kiss  from the crabs.

*so Lance Armstrong finally confessed to all the doping allegation he wus accused of n wut a way to fess up he had an interview wth Oprah.. Oh! n yeah the t.v ratings for tht shxt wuzn't as impressive as they made. yu believe n self pity ain't attractive in any colour n nobdy had time for tht shxt like the tv executives
believed. I always had a hunch Armstrong wuz a fraud all long.

*Kim Kardashian got knockd up by Kanye West.. didn't see tht coming infact am yet to be convinced she's paged! word is her sister khole is preggos too n they alrdy got offered sum reality show deal by E! tagged pregnant sisters! Done stumbled upon her baby bump pixs on mediaTakeOut.. bt she looks bloated to mi! Rick Ross seems to have pissed of the wrong fucks as someone is obviously baying for his blood after he go shot at by sum goons wth automatics rifles *Gun(s) looms up its ugly head again* if memory serves he once bragged to having a chopper in the car!..bt looks like somebody lied..even him didn't think he wld talk reckless in his songs n walk aways scott free..society on't work like tht no more.. same with a muslim braggin
'bout a jesus piece.

*Game's Jesus Piece albm wus fresh bt not remotely close to a classic.. Kendrick Lamar shxt wuz good doe. 2Chainz is wut's wrong wth hiphop..he's making babies on the side too..Chief Keef..Trinidad James..its obvious hiphop aint outta the dungeon yet! Clearly..Chris Brown on't know wut probation means..who in their right mind punches a harmless gay guy. Frank Oceans' Orange album deserves a grammy..credit wey it's due. Fiona Apple springs to mind.

*Karrine 'Superhead' Steffanes gat a new book out..now tht gets mi soo much wood I'd make a coffee table! Oh newsflash she got filled up (read paged) by tht midget Weezy. Last I knew Kat Stacks wuz deported now she's back to make stacks with her twat again n she came bck with a book in tow too! sounds like a dick move to mi.

*Gun Control is a trending topic in U.S of A right now after the recent school marssare blew the lid on this intricate issue n the debate 'bout fire arms in the hands of the civilians will be on for some time. Alex Jones went HAM on Piers Morgan on the subject of gun control on his show n brutal truth it felt good watchin Piers being put to his place. The shock waves of this issue have rippled all the way to the seemingly care-free circles of hiphop..Acehood shared his sentiments on his track 'fuck the world' off his smash mixtape Starvation 2 ..'wot train of thought is tellin you to shoot up a movie theatre..wut kinda fool walks into a school n offs them Angels!'

* Syria is by now all blown up *excuse my poor diction* n the Mail militia seems to think folks down in Damascas are blowin up fireworks as the west African country is inclined to get tangled in a civil war at the moment n french soildiers n others were deployed down there to calm shxt down! If poverty is chocolate n war is vanilla wuts the flavour of peace? they say war is good for the bidness n if we is to keep it one hun'ned.. then someone is sure pulling strings n the battle scars ain't fading away in the near future.

*Gettin knocked up looks like a new hobby with the teens n baby mommas are on the rise n its becoming a fuckin epidemic.. it's time we tuck our homeless dxcks coz evidently they don't fare well in the open.. Wut happend to playin peek-a-boo n video games. Jumpoffs vs Girlfriends.. Jumpoffs are fun.
   
* I'm glad to have lived to see the era where dudes be calling women bad bxtches n shxt ain't frawned upon. Mature twats dressing like teenbloopers n think they hot like that with tiddays all out in the open like that n same shxt is wuts wrong wth the youth of today..they live nothing to the imaginations. Some Parents have the
audicity to dress they kids like sad clowns while they be dressed like runway models ..people need sum church now tht they morals are moppin the dang! floors. *No Bueno*
     
 *Wut's with people in this city n ratchet tattoos I done spotted a lot of them. Many if not all of this tattoo artists around the city are scums..havin bn good in arts n craft 23yrs ago dean't mean yu can hack a  free pass to the tattoo art bidness n that doesn't make yu Kat von D either! Get school'd before yu get some permanet fuckery inked on yu..whu want their barbe-wire tattoo lookin like a picket fence a decade down the line. Wuts this life to some of you.. If you'se bored outta yo rabbit-ass minds next time try drowning a
duck or sticking yo dicks in a blender..even better.
     
*Keep dicking around n meet yo maker sooner than later.  Eat good. bust a nut n roll a blunt life's good listen to some Nassir jones while yu at it. Someone burn a blunt n lets get faded while we havin stimulating convos 'bout life's imperfections n be ignorant of the many fucks tht go ungiven. Iet it all marinate. i'm out of shxt to write n this the part i skate out..shouts to the crazy beautiful Issabelle Coco for letting mi ghostwrite shxt. It's february the month of love as some french fried assholes call it.. try not to be stoopid with cupid doe.

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Mumbo jumbo...

I woke unusually happy today...and no I didn't get laid yesterday, I didn't wake up to a cute good morning text and it wasn't a sweet dream either. Frankly, i do not know why but it feels good. Anyhow, to bring you up to speed with my life....I cut my hair and dyed it, not red the colour i wanted but close to it. It's called strawberry by my salonist...a mix of red and purple and I love it. I am losing weight and i do not know why, no i haven't been to the gym ever, and no I am not working out but i have a really weird eating pattern and habit, must be it. I have lost ten kilos so far....whoop!

I am alive and well, the new year is looking good, apart from chasing my supervisor up and down everywhere so i can finally finish my project and graduate...#sigh# I have lost love, again goes to my list of the "one's that got away" I am sad, but life must go on aye? Yeah, don't ask where I am going with all of this, another day another morning and really had nothing prepared prior...my apologies. I think i need a holiday, in some sandy island far away like Anguilla from everything and everyone i know.

I am trying to cut down on my drinking, not really a resolution don't want to give that title because then it will be hard to fulfill, let's just say it's a goal i am trying to reach. I am doing pretty well so far, but my cousin and sister are tempting me because they left a bottle of whiskey and sambuca in my room over the weekend after my sister's birthday. The good thing is that I haven't touched them and I am not going to, not because they are not open yet, they are but i am teaching myself self restraint also i.e I can wait till Saturday....hopefully.

Weirdly, I  did not make any resolutions this year. I did not remember to and honestly i did not have any to make. Because let's face it, we rarely fulfill them and by the second week or so you have totally forgotten that you had made any to begin with. I am not perfect but sometimes habit is hard to break, I'm just saying. Speaking of habit, i hope to break the habit of smoking a cigarette or two while drinking, and so far so good.
No binge drinking, no urge to smoke.

Finally, i have someone who asked to write anonymously as a guest writer here. I'll put up his post tomorrow, at least there will something here for you to read...enjoy the sunny Tuesday afternoon, I'm out! Xoxo.

Coming out of the closet!

I am turning out to be one hell of slacker nowadays...the number of times i've swithed on my machine and then spent too much time on fb and twitter and forgotten to post something?! Like now i can't wait to go back to watching real housewives of ATL...ha!

And worse still i think i'm going through some sort of block, i can't think, well i'mma just wing it today cause honestly i don't have anything prepared! I have a foot fetish, not specifically foot but more like nail fetish both hands and feet but i focus more on the feet especially men's. Thus the pic up top incase you were wondering...

Any man with really cute toes can gerrrriiiiitttt of course! Neat nails is a plus for both hands and feet, weirdly, that's the first thing that catches my eyes at first meeting. For the ladies, cute toes with awesome colour of nail polish will have me turning just to get a look...no homo! You can step out of the ordinary and mix colours, do animal prints or something...xoxo!

It's end month finally, let's give a round of applause to January, took it's time strutting across the catwalk....can't wait for Feb, the month of love. *Bleurgh*
Fab afternoon people :-*

The First Time...

Now that I have your attention, and just so we are clear...ha ha ha, it's not that first time, but please keep reading. Oh, and where are my manners this morning....Good morning, Zao shang hao, Bonjour, Guten Morgen, Buenos dias....and above all HAPPY NEW YEAR! 24 days in late i know, but better late than never!

My year started at it's lowest but it's slowly taking form, I know the last time i was here was a decade ago, my apologies.Too much has been going on but that's a story for another day! I woke up today and when i opened my eyes i felt a flush of excitement and smiled sheepishly to myself. I am not usually a morning person but i took a notepad and pen and wrote down what i felt and why i felt it. Well, i know I've probably given a version of this story again but this is yet another one...

The year was 2002, I was a young bursting 14 year old who had just got her period, and had just sat her KCPE, the month was December and all scouts from all around were going on a trip to various places, I chose the one to Tanzania and Zanzibar, only because it was the cheapest...well, there were trips to far and beyond and sadly i really don't remember where. I packed my bags the night before and woke up early to make it to the meeting place that was Kahawa barracks.

I was the first one there, one of my teachers and a few other scouts joined me and we sat at a cafe for breakfast. We sat there for a while waiting for everyone to arrive, the last group was a bunch of really rowdy, loud group of boys, they looked older and were clad in full scout attire. I was to learn later that they were indeed older, we were all a mix of primary and secondary school scouts. One of them really stood out, I don't know why but i stared, maybe he was cute, or was the loudest, i don't know....Ha! I was to learn later that it was love at first sight, and who said it didn't exist?!

The bus picked us up and the safari to Namanga border officially began. I sat next to my bestie Chris, It was a noisy ride filled with excitement. Fast forward to when it was dark outside and my seatmate left to sit with his pals for a while and the guy i was staring at came and sat next to me. He introduced himself as Randy(no pun intended) that was his name...lol. He had just sat his KCSE, and was going on this trip with his boys to celebrate the end of secondary school. We sat together all the way, i think my bestie noticed and kept off. By the time we were getting to Tanzania, past the border and all, I felt like i had known Randy all my life.

And the next couple of days were spent with him everywhere, we talked, laughed, shared jokes and our love for music...I was in heaven, no inhibitions, no walls around my heart, i just let loose and fell puppy love style. We held hands everywhere, to the beach, shopping, we took random walks and just enjoyed each other's company. He bought me a necklace i still keep to this day with a love heart shaped pendant, we wrote each other poems, lyrics from love songs(LMAO) *Shoot me now*.The trip to Zanzibar, we sat together in the ship all night just talking....I could tell you things about Zanzibar but i don't remember much.

He was interested in the arts and loved to perform, acting and stuff. On the last day of our trip, he organized a skit which we all enjoyed. The ride back was bitter sweet, we sat together all the way again, talked and talked and talked endlessly, sang, laughed...we hugged goodbye, exchanged numbers and parted ways at my stop.

Well the gist of this story is that i have never had that feeling ever again, maybe it's by choice, or circumstance or whatever....but my point here is that it is so hard to fall in love in this day and age without inhibition, or walls. I would love to let go again because that is a feeling i cannot forget, it's like you're just the two of you against the world *sigh* Enough with the mushiness!

Not to leave you in suspense, Randy and i saw each other the next two or four or whatever years...never mind, it was good while it lasted!