Not On My Ass

Careers, like rockets, don't always take off on schedule. The key is to keep working on the engines.

Moderation? It's mediocrity, fear, and confusion in disguise. It's the devil's dilemma. It's neither doing nor not doing. It's the wobbling compromise that makes no one happy. Moderation is for the bland, the apologetic, for the fence-sitters of the world afraid to take a stand. It's for those afraid to laugh or cry, for those afraid to live or die. Moderation...is lukewarm tea, the devil's own brew." ~ Dan Millman, 21st century philosopher from The Way of the Peaceful Warrior

Pain is a relatively objective, physical phenomenon; suffering is our psychological resistance to what happens. Events may create physical pain, but they do not in themselves create suffering. Resistance creates suffering. Stress happens when your mind resists what is...The only problem in your life is your mind's resistance to life as it unfolds. ~ Dan Millman, 21st century philosopher from The Way of the Peaceful Warrior

It's perhaps the best kept secret that am the most restless creature on the planet... one who could never possibly be satisfied by the status quo... after all I am a full blooded Taurian . This feature, of what I've goaded myself into believing is a simple personality, is transforming my life at a rate that I could never even have fathomed the moment I breathed my first on this earth. I want so much out of my life and I'm willing to sacrifice anything and almost anyone to get it, paradoxically, including myself. This becomes even more patent when one finds a friend who approximates my own values. The twin forces intoxicate me and the continual loop of hungry energy only serves to make me even more thirsty to taste my destiny... to be the Billionaire Businessman . I find myself on the run, I find day and night merging into one; yesterday, today and tommorow meld into one continuum . I can't tell when I sleep and I can't tell when I awake... In all honesty, I...

Coming to work this morning was bliss! I didn't have to fight with wananchi in the mat to open the window(s) at least a crack! Is it just me or does everyone refuse to open windows because it's cold? Doesn't matter that the mat is filled with all of 14 passengers, all in warm clothing and the windows are misty! Good knows what would happen if it should one day snow in Nairobi. Didn't have to mull over the poor excuse of a seat belt and balance the various options of tying, the often, tired, dirty seat belt round my waist; getting my clothes dirty, the fear of a police spot check with my need for protection in case of the unknown. So yes, I drove myself to work this morning bobbing my head to James Ingram, singing along to the tracks I love and feeling that all was right with the world. My beautiful car has been christened Boris, Wambzz you undoubtedly understand why, and guys I know cars are 'supposed' to be christened with feminine names but I'm a chic!

Ok.. this is so funny I just have to share it... Check out this short illustration of remixing at it's best when Tom Cruise Kills Oprah

Recently I meet this chap, guy, fellow..call him what you like. After a 30min or so conversation and engaging in what felt like a fencing sport on when each of us was available, wednesday? not good for me, friday? prior engagement etc, we settled on a day we were both free and we exchanged numbers. Conclusion? The chap, guy, fellow would call to confirm what time and where we were going to meet on Saturday evening for a drink. On Friday night at 11:37 I get a text message from the chap, guy, fellow. The message? 'What's up, are we still hooking up tomorrow'? 11:37! Worse still a text message! Did I reply the text? Yes on Saturday afternoon. My reply? No, I've changed my mind. Any chance I'll be meeting him for a drink in the near future? None. He's probably called me a bitch for agreeing to meet him and changing my mind, and probably moved on to how chics are as reliable as the metrological dept. Any chap, guy, fellow who doesn't know that boy/gal etiquette ...

It is a widely accepted belief among men that sex with small women is better than with large women, they are "known" to be more ductile, flexible, portable and energtic. And I am not making this up! This information has been passed down from so many men, in important discussions like What can I do? I don't want to leave her, I love her so much Should I go for it, I am not sure I can handle all that and even Do I marry her? Yes it is serious. A man cannot easily carry around and move a big woman they way he wants... unless he is like Ronnie Coleman below: You've have to go into dialogue first about very turn and then she will think about, then she may say no!!! even if it is good for her. All this time the moment has gone! My questions then: Is it true that small women enjoy better sex that big women? Most importantly how can men enjoy sex with big women more than with petite ones?

When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his/her dream. Paul Coelho – The Alchemist.

"Wake up! If you knew for certain you had a terminal illness--if you had little time left to live--you would waste precious little of it! Well, I'm telling you...you do have a terminal illness: It's called birth. You don't have more than a few years left. No one does! So be happy now, without reason--or you will never be at all." ~ Dan Millman , 21st century philosopherfrom The Way of the Peaceful Warrior

Okay, I agree that, that skin I had applied to our blog was by far the worst! ugliest thing- that anyone has ever even imagined to attempt to conceptualize in his/her/its demented artless mind. The beauty is that we can style our blog to look the way we want. Personally I wanted a topless maasai girl holding a spear - showing some ass. at the top left then her twin doing the same at the bottom right. We can look at creating something that embodies us... and if I get a vote of 4/4 on this, I can start working on it. obviously I don't intend to scare you guys again hence the designs will have to be approved by you guys before we put them up. Then we can vote and pick our clothes for the year. Ladies? Gentleman?

Your mind is the greatest soap-opera scriptwriter in history. It makes up incredible stories, usually based on drama and disasters, of things that never happened and probably never will. Mark Twain said it best 'I've had thousands of problems in my life, most of which never actually happened' Training and managing your own mind is the most important skill you could ever own, in terms of both happiness and success . Secrets of the Millionaire Mind - T. Harv Eker

Heart break - when it feels like your heart has been ripped from your rip cage, thrown on the floor, where it shattered into a million pieces, and the pieces thrown randomly back into the place where the heart, when it was whole, used to occupy. When all you want is to crawl into a dark corner and never ever see light again. When the dark corner ends up being your bed, where you curl up into the foetal position and hug yourself tight, never intending to let go. Your mind won't stop churning, no matter how many times you tell it to SHUT UP, dredging, finding the memories - the first date, the first kiss, the first anniversary, the first gift, when he said he loved you. Suddenly, as if pricked with a pin, you jump out of bed and rammage like one possessed for the photos - that made a feable attempt to capture the happiness - the cards, the notes, with words that promised eternal love, the preserved petals, from that first bouquet of roses, that were sent 'just because'.. the ...

These days I find myself increasingly asking the question: "Are men extinct?" . My interest in discussing this was brought about when Halley's comment led me to a very interesting post on the fish . In this post, the author indicates that she seems to be enjoying (and preferring) dating women much more dating men. I find this very interesting. She's not talking about being a man-hating dyke . She's simply talking about hanging out, having fun and (dare she say it) flirting with women. She further adds that dating women perfectly satisfies her childhood idealist fantasy of what a date is supposed to be. She says that the women she get's to meet and date (yes.. they actually do call back after they promise to) are smart, strong, gorgeous women. They have ambition, common sense and unbelievable flair. After that statement, the bomb is dropped. I could almost hear the collective gasp of all male netizens as they held their already bated breath and read that it is...

I have taken up a challenge NOT to complain, about anything, for a week.

Today happens to be one of those days when my productivity is at an all time low... Those reading this and expecting updates on various projects, should not be surprised if they do not receive any mail today.... I blame last night... More than that I blame raging hormones... . I got home relatively early yesterday (midnight is typically early for me). My intention was to sit, read and enjoy an evening without the pressures of productivity and performance.. I've been working hard the past couple of days. Such diligence demands periodic distractions that allow one to shift their frame of mind into a domain distant and separate from their jobs...To smell the roses as it were... An idle mind is indeed the devil's workshop . No sooner had I settled into the comfortable 6 x 6 bed than my mind was invaded my a lecherous seductive femme fatale. She's haunted me for a time now... And on this night she would get her kicks tormenting me... Perhaps I should explain... I'm just a ge...

I was in a mat this morning, listening to Kiss. They had Sir Edward Clay, the outgoing British High Commissioner, as a guest and wananchi are asked to call in with any messages or questions they have for Clay. This guy calls in and says he doesn't want Clay to leave, he wants him to be the MP for Kapenguria! I was livid. What is it that makes Kenyans look outside for help instead of trying to solve our problems ourselfs? All you have to do is listen to News anytime something happens to the ordinary mwanchi whose boat sunk in the lake, whose roof caved in, whose house got submerged due to heavy rains and they all start the same ' tungetaka serikali itusaidie...' even though they should know from experience that the serikali has never helped any ordinary mwanchi !! Clay is a zungs and he's not even a citizen which you at least need to be to qualify as MP! Uuuuurrghh!!!

Life is not about the amounts of breath you take, it's the moments that take your breath away. Lo, want to guess?

"I will study and prepare, and someday my opportunity will come." – Abraham Lincoln

A post a day keeps the readers in sway is what they say.... Thus, for purely superfluous reasons I've decided to blog tonight... I've reached that point of the night where you start to feel inebriated, not because of any form of ingested intoxicant, but simply because it's that time of the night... Today I just want to wax on synergy ..The kind of beautiful, magical energy that multiple minds working in concert can create. This kind of energy is among the purest forms of energy that a human being can feed on... It empowers one subtly, yet with great efficacy...You're emboldened yet calm... Excited yet controlled... That is how I feel about the coming together of this NoMA group. I feel honored to be in the company of great minds that have been weathered, tempered and vindicated by the struggles of life. Minds that have been innervated by the victories of years past, minds that are hopeful and brave due to victories guaranteed in years to come... Every day I muse upon t...

I'm in turmoil. I'm puzzled about something? How the hell can a man keep a woman happy over the long term? The Problem When a relationship begins everything is extremely intense. The conversations are intense. Every moment spent in each other's presence is dense with electricity between the two. The heat as the lovers gravitate towards each other is so powerful that the only possible response is to rip off each other's clothes to cool the flames of desire. The sex is explosive... nuclear explosive... The man can do no wrong and his love is always dynamic, new, amazing, nasty, different.... When the man says he's coming into town, the girl almost collapses, weak at the knees, loins burning with the rivers of desire as she awaits the tryst. One year down the line, the man calls the woman to tell her he's coming to town and her response is less than stimulating. Her heart doesn't flutter, her breath doesn't get shallow, her cheeks don't get flushed, she...

Well! As much as this thing is exciting and all, it is not half as intuitive as email. So before I come to speed with this baby, I will do some odd posts here and there. Hope you guys agree. Cool thing is that you can edit your own posts!!! how cool is that? So guys will not be able to retain copies of your vibe that has bad grammer. That's totally cool. Also a word of caution to IE users. This thing will pop up like 12 windows for every post you create/edit so you may want to get the tabbing plugin for IE, or better yet - use the fox!

Am I the only one who's feeling like this is a big milestone in our lives. What started out with emails has grown to this! Can't wait to see where this journey takes us.