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COLLEGE FRIENDS, TOGETHER FOREVER Sometimes, in the deepest recesses of my heart, I wonder, Why I ever met these girls, And these guys, If I had to lose them all over again, To the oceans that separate, To the vast lands that tear apart, To the immense gap that lies between Like the sides of a pent, Never to see each other Just to wonder, How it could have been How it once was.

Interesting week so far, I think. A mega-nice paycheck that's not coming through, a fall in the bathroom, a walk into a huge rain puddle, a hot coffee scald on my leg, and a black cat crossing my path. In that sequence. Which leads me to wonder: Do black cats reverse engineer the whole bad luck process? Or is that just a somewhat cheap shot at the endangered nature of my this-week-accident-prone body? Don't know, don't much care, either! For these past few weeks, I've been talking to this guy who is so amazing (at philosophizing) that it quite makes my brain go around in circles. Had a huge discussion on the trueness of Islam and Christianity. I think I won that round. I think. Another huge row on history in circles. I don't really believe all that crap. That what happened once will happen again, and again, and again, in different periods and eras, to different folk, in different circumstances. One would think: When so much is different, even the event's gotta b...

I've had a life well lived; a childhood in which I was loved, a heart which has been nurtured into blossom by two loving parents, a knowledge of the security of my future. It strikes me, as I read out my new resolutions, that I have taken for granted a lot of things. I've taken for granted my family, my home, my parents. I've taken for granted the fact that I'll always have a home, and someone who'll be happy to have me in their life. I've taken for granted the fact that I can have anything I want for breakfast, or for that matter, dinner. I've taken for granted the happiness that I experience in being alive. As a matter of fact, I've taken for granted the fact that I AM alive. To this extent, I've had to revise my New Year resolutions. I've done this so I can learn to enjoy the simple things in life. 1) To watch a sunset once a week. 2) To sit in Central Park and swing to the sky. 3) To talk to new people, make new friends. 4) To work in an NGO...

I think the best place is home. My home. I don't mean that as in, home is where the heart is, or all those other idiotic idioms that have no place in this post. I mean that home, my home, is just simply the best place I've ever been to. The best part: The Sunrise and the Sunset. Every day brings different hues brightening up the sky, livening up the horizon, vividly tracing individual cloud linings into a majesty of form and color. I don't know, the imagery does seem very inadequate, but perhaps that's the best I can do. Here it is. A Sunset at my place.

Wanna study, can't. Wanna write, can't. Wanna party, can't. Wanna freak out over something, can't. Lol... Lots of things I can't do at the moment... Hopefully, that will alter in some time (no point in stressing it, right?) :) Whats the probability that a guy wearing a t-shirt that reads 'It's all fun and games till the cops show up' gets caught by the cops for driving without a license? Read: 1 in 200000. So what's the probability that I would know this guy? Nil. You'd think so. You'd be right? Nope.. You'd be wrong.. LOL! What's the probability that in one hostel, two people boiling water in an electric kettle can trip a fuse that causes power to fluctuate and cause one certain person's mobile charger to give up the battle against the sudden infusion of juice into its system? Nil? Wrong. There's no way I can do this to yet ANOTHER phone. First one: Lost. Second: Stolen. Third: Didn't luck out either. Why do I always hear...

As Barack Obama made history by getting elected the 44 th president of the United States , they yelled. They shouted. They cried. They laughed. They sobbed. And they sung. They clapped hands and hugged as Obama was proclaimed the winner. I’m not talking about the African- Americans. Nope. I’m talking about the Africans. The Kenyans. Those chaps who take pride in the fact that Obama is a son of Kenya . That Barack Hussein Obama Sr. was the one person in thirty million who sired the first black president of the United States : the seat of top power. It seems to be somewhat of an irony that the first black president of the US isn’t someone whose family has suffered at the hands of the land or whose ancestors were once slaves but one whose whole life wasn’t governed by the concepts and dynamics of racism and whose roots are firmly entrenched in a small country on that vast continent that was once in the hands of the same white folks who applaud the coming of Obama to the highest s...

I've been reading a lot about Maya Angelou after a new friend from my hostel gave me Maya Angelou's six-pack biography. I loved it. I'm still not finished, but I have read the first two books of the series. The first one, I know why the caged bird sings, really captured my heart. I know its considered inspirational, and truth to tell, it WAS inspirational. I Googled up Maya Angelou, and discovered that she's a much more important person in the history of Black America than I previously thought. She's written quite a bit of poetry, but this one is one of my favorites. I hope you'll enjoy it too. PHENOMENAL WOMAN Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk int...