vicariously through Stunuh

New Years Resolution

2007-01-06T09:33:00.000-08:00

This year, all I want is a little consideration. I do not want to be the first one to put my hand in my pocket, neither do I want to be the first one to call. I don't want to be the one to pick up the pices, throw the trash, clean the bathroom and check the mail. I want to be the person that doesn't do the dishes, doesn't do the favours and doesn't share the chocolate.

This year I want to give other people the opportunity to be considerate. Therefore this year, I will not offer to pick you up from the train station, walk, take the bus, grab a taxi, whatever! I will not offer to make you dinner, after the customary glass of water, and that's if I'm feeling generous...say your peace, and leave.

This year I promise myself the theatre. I will not run out of money because of someone else's disorganization. I will not, have my alcoholic privileges curtailed because someone else had to buy an expensive pair of shoes. I will not shy away from asking for my money back. And if you can't pay back 10 pounds, don't even thinking of borrowing 100!

I will attempt to keep in touch with people I like. I will not talk to peope who annoy me, and I will erase the telephone numbers of people who I always call, but who don't take the time to call me. I will not call you to see if you're alive and kicking, however should you wish to tell me that you are alive and kicking, very well, good, glad to hear it. In fact this year, I'm going to not call, unless I'm called. I hope for perfect radio silence

This year, I will make adult decisions about my pension, I'll start it....

This year, I shall fall in love with the joys of solitude. I will embrace the charming, cultured company of a certain moi! I will enjoy with unabashed pleasure, the whimsical fancies of my personality. I will NOT seek approval to be what I am, a human butterfly with the attention span of a cricket.

This year, I will find a new job. Maybe return to the states, maybe go home, whatever the outcome, I will move my own cheese.

This year, I will embrace the spirit of happines, in everything, and every waking moment. I will thank God that I only have a migraine and not a tumor, I will thank God, that he's only my boyfreind and not my husband, I will thank God, that my boss has the inferiority complex and not me, I will thank God that the wailing baby in seat 28B is not mine, I will thank God that I'm not the one stuck in traffick, and I shall do all this and more, joyfully.

What are your new years resolutions?

GRIPE

2007-01-21T10:49:00.000-08:00

Men and their boys,
If I hear about your boys one more time....
About Jay, Doc and E,
About how tight y'all are...
About how you would go down for your boy( please define cause I'm having trouble with this one!!!!!)

Why? WHY!?!
Look at these misfits and tell me why Lord!
What happened when you created Jay,
You know Jay,
The one that can't hold down a girlfreind, even if she was inflatable!

And don't get me started on Doc.
That two, no make it hundred timing dog
who'll chase anything in a skirt, except when he's in key west!

And E, The Hater E,
The one who always manages to get my blood boiling
He's the bad influence...whipped!
That's it, that's he's favorite line... You whipped Dawg....?
You want to spend time with me and you make it sound like it's my fault
Cause you're been listening to E again!

All your boys' classifications for women,
Junior mature for the 29-33
Looking for husbands and the white picket fence
Mature 33 and above
Lonely and looking for any kind of male attention
then the Juniors the 25 to 27's
All this thanks to Doc!
If he paid as much attention to he's work a he did to the women he chases,
He'd be the highest paid Doctor in the whole US of a

SO honey forgive me if I don't jump for joy
When I see you and the three amigos standing at my door
Expecting to be waited upon hand and foot
Eat me out of house and home
and then leave me with the dishes when you go out clubbing
Wake me up at 3.00am cause you're to drunk to drive home
Then grumble all day and lie on the couch like a beached whale!

If I wanted to live with an aquatic animal I'd go deep sea diving
I'm not your slave
And if I see your boys show their sorry behinds anywhere near my fridge...
Somebody's gonna get whipped!

So come on over and get some lovin' honey
But leave your boys at your place, not mine

Public transportation

2007-03-06T09:49:00.000-08:00

In the quest to be green/ ecologically friendly, my new year's resolution was to take public transportation, and walk to the corner store versus drive. A recommendable resolution no doubt, it has however left me more traumatized than I had anticipated:

1) I've been shocked by watching a woman at the tube station make a four course meal from buggers in her nose.

2) I've been packed like a sardine in tube coaches, and when I thought we couldn't possibly fit another human being in the coach, a guy larger than Pavarotti at he's heaviest squeezed in! I still have my wallet imprinted on my rear! And after being in close proximity with people you would think I'd be more friendlier... oh hell no! I'm crabby and have a rude retort at the ready to even the guy who hands out the metro newspaper, he now just quietly hands it over

3) IN trying to be a good employee and get to work early, I calculate my commute to work, and since I want to be a healthy human have started walking to the train station, however, some twit decided to stalk me in the wee hours of the morning...6:30am!!! I do not leave the house until sun up...literally, I'm not in the mood of making a 30 minute brisk walk 15 minutes again! Not to mention people always look at you funny when you're sweating profusely in the train on a cold day!

SO screw being green! I'm not interested in being squashed in a train coach, because national rail want to reap a bigger profit instead of adding more coaches. I do not want to be stalked on the walk to the train station by the neighborhood psychopath. So I spit in the eye on conservationist, I laugh in the face of eco-warriors, I'll spout carbon dioxide like a cow burping methane gas! Being green should not increase my discomfort, it's bad enough I have to work, I don't have to be miserable about it!

2007-05-12T14:31:00.000-07:00

Mhmm, ebu explain,

If love is soooo good,

why the hell does it hurt like a biscuit!

Shoot!

This is warfare!

This is geurilla fighting at it's best, or should I say worst

With a bit of cold war espionage thrown in for good measure!

Each side vying for the upper hand

Where the hell is the UN?

Who's going to play ref.?

I want a lawyer!

But when all is said and done,

I don't want out

I want to fight with you

I'm happy when I'm unhappy with you

I'm unhappy when I'm not with you

We drive each other batty

I can drive you up a wall and round a bend,

When I raise an eyebrow

You purse your lips,

And we've had a conversation

You cross your arms

then I shrug my shoulders,

a silent war is declared

Ranks close in

standing toe to toe

I sigh

You breath in

and with a kiss

we redefine our rules of engagement

a truce is declared.

My politics or lack of there of

2007-05-17T15:27:00.000-07:00

My Politics,
My Politics is non at all
I believe in God and revenge
I believe there is a devil and there is evil
I believe that we are all equal

In a world where nought but our bodies is ours
How can I believe you less than I?
Well with my girth....but nice try!
With dirt that is pawned for
Fought for
Killed for
How can I deny you,
Your right to dirt that you earn with your sweat

My politics is to treat you like you and I were one
My creed not your's
But my belief that you may believe
My tongue not yours
But my wish that you should be free to speak your own

I relish that where I am dark,
You are faire
Where I am silent you are loud
that in our differences
You may speak up for me
Where I stand out for you

My politics
Let me not choose my brother over you
Unless he's very soul be in peril
and he's last breath be nigh
I will not choose my brother
Where you are more able
I will not choose my brother
Because we do not see the same mountain
I will not choose my brother
Because your dirt is not the same as mine

I DISDAIN NEPOTISM AND TRIBALISM IF ALL THE BLOCKS WERE THE SAME, THE BUILDING HAS EVERY RIGHT TO COME CRASHING DOWN ABOUT OUR EARS!

I now know

2007-03-25T13:58:00.000-07:00

I sleep with content
Every waking moment is filled with living life
What I know now
Is the profound love that we share

My thoughts of you
Are yours of mine
Each discontent with the engaged tone
As each dials the other simultaneously
We are one you and I

And may that fates allow
that I may never be blighted
with the loss of our love

To H from L
Always

Dear God

2007-03-16T16:46:00.001-07:00

Dear God,

After all the pleasantries are exchanged, and I know you're fine, after all you are God. Let's get down to business or better still, I beg and you look down amusedly.

So, dear God, tonight when I go to bed I'm praying that you should make me 6 inches taller, only six inches I'm not asking for much. I know you don't make many mistakes, but, just this one time I think that you're manufacturing machines may have had a glitch, because I really do think you owe me those few remaining inches.

And while we're talking about machines with glitches, may I tell you about the saddle bags, can I give them back. I'd like to return them, I didn't actively go out seeking them, I however have been actively trying to get rid of them. Could you look into that?

As for child bearing hips, I'm not exactly trying to get pregnant so I don't exactly need them now. Is there some sort of cold storage that you could hold onto them until further notice, or just keep them, I'm sure there'll be someone else who could put them to better use than me.

I know that it's short notice, but because you created the world and its contents in seven days, little ole me in one night should be cake walk.

yours ever so gratefully,

SJ

THESE ARE YOU RIGHTS (as i understand them)

2007-01-04T11:38:00.000-08:00

In Kenya:
1) You are under no obligation to give your driving licence to the police, but you are obligated to provide it at the nearest police station

2) You are under no obligation to be frog marched in your vehicle to the nearest police station. You may be frog marched under the auspices of the government in their own vehicle, whilst your vehicle is towed to the police station.

GOOD LUCK

The laws are only enforced over extended public holidays such as christmas and new years and only for purposes of fleecing innocent wananchi, and that's only because the thieves and such suspects have been shot on sight....dead.

On Dec 26th Police Officer 50028 made money at the police blockade turning to Gilgil, this was done under the guise of looking for seat belt, (note that the drive reverse bargained to 300shillings from 1000 shillings) And only when the money was palmed did he release sthe driver's licence. Imagine how many vehicles were travelling that day, and how much money he received for supposedly doing he's job! We were all wearing seat belts mind you... Stupid driver looked like he could a pee'd he's pants

The laws are also enforced when they are barely applicable!!! Take for example the Eldama Ravine Road block, where the CO who looked like a string bean swimming in soup (somehow I don't think that was he's uniform) Pulled us over for overtaking at a solid yellow line...Now I ask you have you seen the roads lately...WHAT LINE?????? Taking the same said driver licence he commands one of he's minions to ride shot gun and ensure that we kmake it to the police station. Eh, one problem, I was riding shot gun. CO uses he's very intelligent brain and tells me to jump in the back. Eh, another problem, back seat carries 3 passengers, and there are already 3 passengers snuggly seated in it... I can't fit. So my little mind says, eh...why don't we wait for next convoy vehicle, you can have driver( who has penchant for attracting trouble ) and we'll be on our merry ways, so let's not all go to the police station, but stand to the side and wait, after all it doesn't matter where we wait, here or the station, right? CO grudgingly gives in although yells for all and sundry thatno one is above the law( except the law enforers....?) Next convoy vehicle arrives and CO understands that owner of vehicle is more than willing to hand over said driver and we're not paying a penny for him, after all he's got that kinda face the cops like, we might get to Nairobi faster if we ditch him . CO sends us off! Better luck next time!!! These bunch of misfits, also called police men were not wearing there badge numbers at all.

NEXT!

British Airways: Passenger rights

You have the right to be packed so tight jumping into a can of sardines will be like travelling in your own personal plane!!! That's right not only are you packed worse than a sardine travelling coach, you get to have the pleasure of being bounced about on the tarmac when the pilot is halfway out suit and tie infavour of black ankle socks and sandals (gross!!!), I wonder if he engaged the emergency brake ?!?
You also have the right to be subjected to the lack of customer service as you call all their telephone numbers( 6 at last count, courteously given by Telkom Kenya) and have none of them picked up over a time span of close to 4 hours.... what could they possibly be doing, annual office footbal game?!? or was it cricket ?!? And if that doesn't drive you round the flipping bend you get to be subjected to the disorganized debacle of checking in (BA0088 Jan 3rd 2007 NBI to Heathrow) with one printer not working and the inept Floor Manager Mary Nasiali/a (what's her face!!!) thinking it would still be a good idea to keep that particular check in counter open, which meant longer check in times, for the unsuspecting idiot that stood in it! (If you really must insist, yes, me!!!) while the guy behind the counter ran like a headless chicken from one check in counter to another begging to have the luggage tag printed! only to hear the helpful words..."Utagonja" from the other counter, that's when I flipped a switch and let them know not only do I hear and understand swa, I also have a penchanct for insulting people in said language! So why did I bother checking in online if I was going to spend half an hour checking in again at the airport? To ensure I got a seat, which is ironic because under the unwatchful eye said Mary I could just pay to sit wherever I wanted to, just like the largesse family of indians did, on a fli8ght that was threatening to be overbooked....?!?

So what is the moral of the story
1) If you're going to travel anywhwere fly don't drive
2) And if you're going to fly anywhere, DO NOT FLY BRITISH AIRWAYS!!!!!!

And by the by, belated Merry Christmas and Happy New year, I hope that you have a better year than last year, and don't forget, tomorrow is FURAHI DAY!!!!!

CHOOS

2006-11-22T12:34:00.000-08:00

There it is,
that feeling again,
it's starts as a twinge,
a question,
a niggling doubt.

I push it aside,
brush it off,
shrug, couldn't be,
it's not like that this time

She laughs,
her crooked finger pointing at me
looking from between her fingers
as she covers her face
shoulders shaking in mirth
yes darling, this time's exactly like the last
she whispers venomously

Then the feeling comes back
and it grabs at my heart
squeezing just a little at the corners
a tight pinch
between forefinger and thumb

I shake myself
physically brushing the feeling off
but with cold clawed fingers,
she grabs at my heart
crushing so hard it's totally engulfed
The cold rushing through my blood
and as I gasp out, a quiet plea
she whispers again, with mirthless glee
Believe it my girl, just like the last time

Smearing off traces of fleshy heart
She turns her back to me
Folding herself back into the dark
I'm left alone.

The King of Cairo

2006-11-05T16:47:00.000-08:00

He has ruled these streets for many a year
His charm and his wit like a sepulchre
Tall as he stands
Larger than life
This man
This God
This african adonis
Long may he rule
Over vast valleys and rivers

I met him at a club. He was beautiful, 4 inches past 6 foot, and like he said, double that for a good time. He was hilarious, a gorgeous smile that tickled me down to my very core. I am addicted to tall men, not tall and skinny like a string bean. He was athletic and decadent. A butt as tight as a drum (trust me I checked ;))

He has manners that could put a courtier to shame, such charm such wit! So it was lovely. So if the fates are kind maybe I'll be seing this Egytian character again.... and then again the fates have been smoking some wacky tobaci..so we'll have to see what happens.

Ill

2006-10-28T08:37:00.001-07:00

Hello, My name is S.
I've been clean for 2 months.
But it's been a difficult 2 months,
I'm not sure that I can do this.
This addiction's got me by the nuts.
No matter how hard I try to walk away,
I'm drawn back, sucked in, and I can't escape.

And it's not just any drug,
I'm picky with my affliction.
I like the pain to be just like so,
Always pushing to get more of it.
My flesh is so weak,
No matter how hard I try,
I'm dragged in, grabbed in and I can't escape

This condition that I've got,
This constant craving,
It's like an itch I've got to scratch
Like a mosquito bite
Knowing full well It'll only be pain in the end.

The doctor's can't cure it,
The new age therapists with their psycho-babble,
Want me to embrace it,
I feel ill to the heart when I think of the effect
The weakness, the lack of control,
In fact I want to lose control,
When I'm under the influence I want to fall,
I want to be high

And this drug,
This new stash,
This delectable sweet mad rush it's promising
With he's sweet calls,
He's Soft caresses,
Oh help, sanity run to my aid
But too late,
I close my eyes and succumb to this tempting forbidden fruit.

When I opened my mind,

2006-10-26T04:40:00.000-07:00

When I opened my mind,
Did you wait with bated breath
Did you wish to hear some clue of where I hail,

When I opened my mind,
Did you hear the difference
My rythm is unique
A different drum

And this door that opened,
Did you accept it as it was
Or try to change it to fit your mould,
And shut it when it would not fit

And when this door was opened
Did you walk into it
The threshold is only the beginning
Are you afraid that I do not fit

When I opened this door,
Did I invite you in,
When I opened this door,
I did not mean to find judgement

Now that this universe is disclosed
Is it moonlit midnight
Or Sunny High noon shining yellow gold

If it must be one or the other
Let it be a universe of reds and blues
Unchartered worlds,with rising suns and setting moons

Come walk with me...

2006-10-26T06:22:00.000-07:00

This is a picture that my freind took whilst visiting in Bedford.

ISSUES, who's not got them?

2006-10-26T01:32:00.000-07:00

It was funny, literally in the Ha ha sense. It's become a weekly thing with my freind in the states. Every Sunday I'll pick up the phone and give her a holler, or she'll be online and the girlfreind session begins. The important thing is the last conversation we had. It so occured that the particular gentleman in her life became a has been. After stringing her along, he came to the conclusion that they were undergoing the same problems as a result of he's "issues". And that it would be unfair of him to put her through all this pain, while he was still working through he's issues. Eh? Unfortunately that sounded too familiar. It was like a vile flash back come to haunt me, except the character roles were being played by other people! But I could have sworn...Why was it, so I cast my mind into the recesses it avoids like a local driver on a lumpy road in Nairobi. It appears that there is a book somewhere, under the chapter title " It's not you it's me, I care for you too much to hurt you" that has been read and dutifully studied by a couple of chaps! And that's the diatribe they dish out when all in all the basic truth...Look I'm not that into you, but I want to make sure that you're still hanging about with enough pity to ensure pity sex!!!

Well then! Here's my response:
The truth is simple in it's ugliness, brutall in it's clarity and yet painfully healing. The longer a chap strings along a girl, the odds are that one day he;ll knock on that door and it will be her delightful pleasure to open it only so that she can slam it in he's face with decadent glee! Any body parts that get caught in the kerfuffle are a bonus!

Everyone has issues, life is one big issue, and when one has sorted their issues, made their money, got their degree, got their grand job, written the great American novel, run the great race, come to grips with their own genious...But the truth of the matter is after all that..THEN WHAT? pick up the peices of life that were put on pause whilst pursuing the great issue. Andwhile life is on pause, everybody elses life has moved on. Freinds have gotten married, the pet gerbil up and died, best freinds have had two kids and are settled into a disgusting contenment with life. But funny, not so ha ha, how all these people have had issues and life has gone on and they've held on. So what makes their issues less important and grand? What makes it ok to put someone on a leash and leave them hanging and waiting? Don't even say, they should be smarter and know better... because when it comes to issues of the heart, it's not alright to wantonly hurt someone, it's not OK to be a coward, it wasn't called Brave Heart, the word encourage has it's origin in the french word meaning to have heart! So deal with it! Step up and quite being a TWAT! After all, tempting Karma is like courting disaster, it may take years, it may take a night, but it will bite back. And then what?

Shhhhhh......

2006-10-15T08:10:00.000-07:00

Mhm....
A little naughty, a lot nice, I like a lot
Dark in the club,
Hunting gear set and ready to go,
My butt grab black pants,
My scooping neck top
My high heel boots that glint when I slide down to whine,
A winking buckle, hints at what lies beneath
The twins, sparkling and glinting under the teasing lights,
Dusted and scented,
Two ripe apples that would fit just right

The Dj,
Appreciating that I came to dance,
He didn't have to coax me,
I wasn't hiding on a full dance floor
Every song made my body move
No thoughts involved,
If the beat demanded it,
My body gave it,
Every move was tighlty wound around the music,
An intricated dance, like snakes mating,
Poisonous, passionate,
Eyes were drawn to me,
Every move,
the shake of my hips
The little lick of my lips,
the trickle of sweat,
the single swollen bead that leaves a glistening path,
Right down this alluring path of temptation, from brow to breast

Tonight I would tempt,
No hopes, no fear,
My passion would be abated,
I hunt this night
for earthly pleasures
No regret,
No ropes to bind,
This night I am every passion unveiled
Every want unleashed on the unsuspecting,
A lone hunter.

Drawing out the prey,
I dance to the music, my lure of choice,
I roll my hips,
I dip
I thrust
I sway
I whine
and with each move, I am surrounded,
Choice is easily made,
My appetite will dictate.
Tall, strong, confident.

My eye rests on a perfect specimen, He's glance from the bar is appreciative,
Watching from lowered gaze,
head flipped back to reveal a soft throat,
Showing vulnerability, yet awaiting he's fatal step that would spring the trap, as he moved slowly into position,
Yes, he's assured of he's success, he approaches,
A small but firm bump of my hips,
he moves closer,
I looked shocked raise my lashes as if suprised that he's standing there
I rotate my waist,
He's Eyes watch every movement,
He's beer forgotten as he's hands reach out,
He's dazed

2006-09-18T13:11:00.000-07:00

Feeling like this kills me,
the anxiety that grips my heart,
Squeezing it tight,
leaving me gasping for air.

Then my stomach tightens,
I feel like all my organs have been displaced,
gripped together and oddly foating about,
I hunch my shoulders foward,
but I cannot sheild myself.

My limbs tremble,
I hold my hands up to the light,
my finger tips shiver.
As I arch backwards my spine tightens,
I gasp for breath,
And my heart beats out a crazy tatto,
While my stomach mirrors my fingers.

I just left a message for you,
I'm not sure you'll call back.
I have faith in bad karma,
always the same, it never changes.

I hurry up to wait, and wait and wait
All the while making excuses.
will you, won't you.
Maybe tomorrow?
My heart begs for mercy,
My mind now in turmoil,
Hind sight is fifty-fifty,
You shouldn't have,
Too late now.
Just wait.

My Christmas Shitlist

2006-08-28T15:59:00.000-07:00

That's right, My christmas shitlist!
Number one as always is Father Christmas, for giving my high hopes about my christmas presents only to viciously dash them in the morning, a whole year and that what I was looking foward to!!! But he's not the main aim of this post.. nope. Mr. Christmas has now been joined by Hope and Cupid!
Lets start with Cupid, that mooning child has made a mockery of my love life (or lack of it thereof) And as Cupid is a mytrhical creature, an infant that refuses to grow up it means that my love life is upto the whims of a flyin naked baby. My approach to children is simple ...discipline! So I would smack that baby's butt three ways from sunday and get out the old cloth nappies that dried into that horrible roughnes and diaper he's sorry behind! If I'm in an especially vicious mood after the last escapade, I'll give he's nappies a good dousing of starch! Yeah... how do you like me now?!? And just to make sure that I remain safe from the whimsical fancies of an infant I will hire supper Nanny to make he's life a living hell.
Let's move on to Hope. Hope's main objective was to aid abet and collude with that devil spawn Cupid! How do you fan the flames knowing full well that i'ts a matchstick and not a bon fire? What kind of cruel joke is it to have high hopes about meeting some wonderful guy (my freinds have decided that while other girls want a hot man on a steed, my man will come in on a harley...how now?!? ) All I can say to Hope is...get the hell outta town when I roll in because they'll definitely be some bitch slapping going on. I don't prescribe to violence but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! I will dish her phone number in all the pubs that I know (and a couple of websites!!!) I'll give her address out to the religious fanatics that make house calls! I will change all the labels on her foods and make sure they're all full fat! And watch her gain weight! Get her pills that slow down her metabolism! While I'm at it I'll change all her dresses at the counter so that she'll think she put on weight between the shop and her house!!!!!
And that's my christmas shitlist

Yummy to my tummy (lyrically that is)

2006-08-14T09:10:00.001-07:00

Now don't you all go rushing out there at the same time but... don't say I din't give you the hook up either !!!

Born Goapele Mohlabane in Oakland, CA, this singer grew up in a socially conscious and politically active family. Her mother married South African political exile Douglas Mohlabane while studying in Nairobi, Kenya. At an early age, Goapele attended the Berkeley Arts Magnet School where she led a pre-teen peer support group. She also became involved in various groups and organizations that combated racism and sexism. It would be these extroverted activities that assisted her singing career as she would also sing at community functions. In high school, Goapele sang in the Oakland Youth Choir and became part of a semi-professional music group called Vocal Motion. Upon high school graduation, she attended the Berklee School of Music in Boston, where she studied music theory

There's a bigger moron out there!

2006-08-14T04:07:00.000-07:00

There are sometimes when I could swear that my braincells were diminished in quantity and quality. Then you meet the morons (collective, more than one)!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTXK7Rm5nj8

And then (that is after you've viewed the genii on the above URL...) you wonder, if these are the policitians of the future we're all doomed! So go on throw back that cyanide capsule and chase it with Sou. CO... because it's not getting any better!

Two dancers, to dance

2006-07-31T17:07:00.000-07:00

We stand toe to toe
In the loud silence before the opening strands of music begin,
I raise my head,
Set my shoulder back, and my body lengthens against yours
You Straighten,
Your Arms embrace me as a frame to a picture
The first strands tease us, each one warming to the other
We take opportunity of the first few bars to introduce ourselves
I adapt to the length of your stride,
You test the tension in my hand,
How strong is your lead ?
You send me out on the first spin,
My eyes search for you
I see you step to frame my body as you hold your hand out
The tempo increases,
Introductions complete
You take my hand masterfully in yours
Your Hand on my waist, you guide me
Your confidence in my ability to dance increases
You lead me with one finger,
Your other arm behind your back
We spin around each other
My arm around your waist as you turn
Your palm on my shoulder as we change positions
We are one
Like the earth and moon
We are intertwined by an invisible force
I part my lips to take greater breaths
You lick your lips, eyes half closed
No room for thinking, it comes naturally
You lead, I follow
You command, I submit
And too quickly the music ends
We two salsaeros posed at the last note
My head thrown back, in line with my out stretched leg
You bend over me as you dip me
We both gasp for air

Love

2006-07-29T19:06:00.000-07:00

'That which gives breath (ie. "spirit") to the heart, with a graceful motion.' That's the definition of the chinese character for love. I've been around the blog-estate, I was quite thrilled by KM! You go Girl! ( I was rolling in the aisles.) But, all said and done, Girlfreind has made some valid points after that.... which led to some serious question time. Personaly I avoid question time, it usually involves a cantankerous magic 8 ball and questions to which I already know the answer to... hence the magic 8 ball because that way I can tell whether it's moral campus still works (like it cares!!)
So what did the magic 8 ball say about my current obsession
Question: Is this just a matter of I'm falling in love and he's enjoying the side effects, viz...passion and lust
Magic 8 ball said:You can bet on it

Question: If I am hopeful enough, will this be a meaningful relationship
Magic 8 ball says: Absolutely Not

Question: Should I go back to salsa classes and forget about the buzcocks?
Magic 8 ball says: Try again later

Question: what tha...!?!
Magic 8 ball says: Outlook so-so

And basically that's how we deal with relationships and things of the heart. I can't be blamed for anything I do because all my actions are sanctioned by the Magic 8 ball and by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo (authors of 'he's just not that into you').
As a result, I go through life not expecting anything (ok except from myself and my pay check) Try live your life with a magic 8 ball as a moral campus!! And the nice thing about not having any expections is the lack of disspaointments. I don't expect anything from you, so if you do nothing or do somtehing or do nothing when you're meant to do something, or do something when you're not meant to... you get the idea! I feel nothing. I am not dissappointed. As a result I control how other people affect me. My happiness is paramount, I want to be happy, Gosh Darn it I will be! I'll not be dictated to by someone's lack of calling, I will not sit next to the phone and wait for that phone call, I will not live my life expecting some wonderful prince charming to come along and complete me! I will not be dissappointed if my freinds don't show up to a party even if they said they will, I will not change my plans because someone wants to do something else.
So this is my ride. I do not,need to have it pimped out by freinds who cannot make up their minds and need a whole drama section...This is no hatch back but it's no stretch limo either! I will not get junk in my trunk because someone has emotional baggage and they want to share it, it's not an 18 wheeler either. Don't get me wrong, I love people, but at this point in my life, I'm going to love me a litle more, I'm going to like me,enjoy my company and agree to disagree with anyone just because I think they're wrong and not agree with them because I think it's being nice!

What's this got to do with love
Love can go screw itself! I'm tired!!!
Tired of trying to be sweet...because? The door mat has been rescinded, the damn door's shut and I best not see anyone sticking their head through that window because I will shoot first and ask questions later!
And another thing, just because I dance like it's going out of fashion at the club does not mean that I am going home with you...!

And finally the truth. I was geared up for the weekend like life was starting again, but then men happened! One is 'Double oh dumb dumb', 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr.Hyde', and the last one was 'Random man at club'

Happy Furahi Day

2006-07-28T04:06:00.000-07:00

Hey Beautiful People!
Happy Happy Day.
On the eve of the weekends may you
1) Have something other than the TV to look foward to tonight
2) Have something other than breakfast to wake up to tomorrow, better still have breakfast in bed
3) Last and not in the least bit... ave a knockout weekend!

You read it here first... (that's your story and am sticking to it)

SJ

My new bed

2006-07-27T18:42:00.000-07:00

I love the smell of new things
That never been used complimentary scent of a new car
That sweet plastic scent of a new Cindy doll (Screw Barbie)
And oooh, oooh, ooh that orgasmic, heart thumping feeling of retail therapy.
But your newness beats them all,
Your newness is enfolding, enwrapping ,engaging
Your newness is wholesome, and completing
Your newness is exciting and promising,
Your newness begs baptism,
My new bed.

Seriously I have a delicious new bed that fills my room with the scent of pine, it makes my new duvet look even better. When I look at it with my guttersnipe's eye.... the images that waft like mirages, hovering over the bed, are quite breathtaking :D
So if I've been away, and If I'm not around for a while... but do I say....

Go On! get your own new bed!

As seen from Kips Page :D

2006-07-16T05:34:00.000-07:00

I saw this quiz mania on Kipepeo's And just had to try it out...it really tickled my fancy!

PARENTAL

ADVISORY

STUNUH JAY CONTAINS
EXPLICIT LYRICS

From Go-Quiz.com

The Tuareg Lord

2006-07-13T16:27:00.000-07:00

Like a mirage across the desert
Hazy and shimmering
He's form completing the closer he came

From he's flowing robes
To he's wrapped head dress
He stood before me
Like the Magi of past
Royal and Princely
The earth he's foot stool

I drew my breath but it would not be drawn
I gazed into eyes spear piercing
And my mind was opened to beliefs hidden
I heard he's voice as clear as if it were spoken

I return to you that which you lost
The beauty, the spirit,
The earth you inherit,
This dusty bowl that you scorn
Is the blood the beats in your veins

Their beauty is not yours
Their riches do not adorn your majesty
Remember child from whence you came
Tis the clay that God created you from
Forget not the beauty he has embibed in your form
You are a princess among many
And like all princesses...
You must return from whence you came

And then he left
As swift he came
My mind like the swirling desert sands
I am refilled
I am unearthed like an ancient relic

To the Tuareg Lord,
I bow my head in gratefullness
For returning a crown
I carelessly lost.