The End Of All Things Good

Sitting here next to two lovers, watching the young in their frivolity and trying to read about a character that I have stubbornly refused to let go of. I guess they are lovers from the way they lean close to each other to talk, something short of standard bombers conspiratory proximity but much closer than peeves discussing random exploits. I can't see a ring on either hand. It touching, every single soul has the innate desire to identify and share with another soul, and yet this remains a most elusive goal. For me especially. They young with their frivolity. I'm presuming the frivolity from the senseless pursuit of fashion (which serves my...

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Rote Post

Its an interesting 2nd week of leave. A few notables: 1. I've gone from meeting people to negotiate contracts whose only value proposition for the meeting was to highlight all my proposed changes and agree with them. It defeats the purposes of me having sent tracked changes on email. If you think its that they are averse to using technology to make life easy, you're wrong. He was reading the contract from his laptop. Sigh, the things we do for money. And then, we were to have a follow up meeting today and my efforts to confirm the meeting and its venue do not yield fruit. But that does not stop them from sending an email to tell me they were...

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Oh-CAMP fOr SIX

What? That was the most profound dignity stripping event ever. Goes to show how important preparation is. I went camping, no, that wasn't the problem. The problem is that we randomly decided to race, and I was way ahead. But then, my shoes decided that since they had long shoe laces and had not been tied, they could pull a judas on me. My shoes left me, mid stride, and I flew. No, seriously, there's falling then there's diving then there's flying. Lucky for me my chest "broke my fall" and I skidded safely to a halt. I got bruises in unexplainable parts, some unmentionable parts too. Fortunately there was no expectation of rising to the occasion...

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Chronic Labeler

I'm back at it again, this describing people shit. I'm a labeler. It makes me sleep better at night, and of course y'all identify corresponding people in your lives. I've always thought I'm a good judge of character and personality, at times from a mere look, and I'm rarely ever wrong. In fact, I can think of only 3 times in my life when I've been what you can call remotely wrong about someone's personality. I may not figure out exactly what you are, but I never fall for the facades that are all too common in today's society. I have a facade too, and I take great pride in it, and even greater pride in its permanence. I'm a sucker for nice...

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Leaving Feels So Damn Good

My first few days of leave have been exquisite. I haven't gone to Mombasa as planned but I'm not complaining. I was dragged out of my house by my friends at 11pm and taken to an old man's place. I was under the impression that we were just going to pick up a camera and so naive old me was shocked to get back home barely in time for my leave bed time - 3am. But it wasn't all bad, the old man is hilarious, very hilarious, starting from the backdrop that he was unhappy to have to entertain at such a late hour. I was laughing for the first could of hours on Monday - no better way to start the week. One of the funniest thing, and quite flattering...

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I'm Leaving You

I've finally started my leave. It gave me such profound pleasure to tell a colleague "see you in September", and to have a last working day of the month on the 12th of the month. Sadly, time has this thing it does and eventually September will come and I'll have more than three months before my next big break from work. Anyway, so how has my leave started? Not bad. Some over-hyped international kenchic opened at the junction and all the young people who live more for the social rep than anything else flocked to "my mall" and provided me with an excellent opportunity to "bird watch". So I spent a few hours there, and met with a friend, a client...

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Of Work and Polar Opposites

I'm having one of the busiest weeks yet, lots to clear up before I go on leave. So it was with great fascination that I heard my boss telling a client how I'll be meeting with him next week Tuesday to discuss a transaction. His audacity is impressive, matched only by my tenacity - the meeting was eventually rescheduled. I mean, I'm supposed to be waking up to Coast's warm humidity at that point in time and as much as the opportunity cost is vastly appealing (another reason for the need for sarcasm font), I had to engineer a way of aborting it. I have two clients who are polar opposites of each other - on a scale of 1 to 10, one rates 9...

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Saying NO

I know so many people who have a problem saying no. Ok, I must confess, I do too. Especially when it comes to saying no to myself. But when it comes to saying no to people, that one I have mastered. It's a cruel art, making you look bitchy at best and downright troubled at worst but, like money, it's a necessary evil My heart bleeds when I see people suffering as a consequence of not saying no at the right time. People so frequently get themselves into social conundrums due to their conscientious drive to be courteous, and inexorably, human beings around them adapt subliminally into pushing them to this limit knowing they will have their way...

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Friday night splash

I've always been minded to write a post about balance. But it'd be too judgmental. It'd be based on my twisted sense of balance. So I won't write about that. Anyway, I'm a bit high. I couldn't figure out exactly how to spell inebriated only to discover its my phone dictionary which didn't know better. I'm easy to please. So its with shock that I confess I'm bored. Old people tend to bore me, old white ones even more. So a strategic retreat, without the house owner's consent, n how to do it with a few well trained dogs in the vicinity. Alas, I need to stop typing before I say something regrettable. But then again the risk is minimal, I don't...

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Camera Shopping

I have many brilliant friends. I'm humble enough to defer judgment to my friends on any area in which I do not feel sufficiently qualified so when it came to buying a camera, I knew precisely who to call. I've known this guy for more than three years now and he amazes me at his uncanny vast knowledge of electronics and cars. I mean, this guy is like a walking wikipedia of stuff. Show him and picture of a car and he'll start going on and on...

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