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| Ode: The Audacity of Man | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| ABOUT THE JOURNAL | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| So I'm lost in town looking for directions and voila! a cab driver pulls up next to me so I proceed with the normal: honk!, gesture to him to roll down the window Kenyan style and ask for directions to wherever we were going: Here's the transcript of the conversation: Me: Excuse me, would you happen to know where the Tavern is from here? Cab Driver: OK, now go straight down, take a left and right infront of you will be a set of lights. Take a right at the lights and head on down to a small pharmacy. There, ......ask for directions there! Me: $#*&*!!(*9i32232-!!@!@(98989@#@#!!!)/ Why not just say NO and go on your merry way instead of wasting my time doofus! |
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| Like Hugh Grant in 'About a Boy' I live my life in quotas. First there's the work quota, then the chilling quota and then the mwenjoyo quota, the learning quota, freetime quota, mchongowano quota and the time wasting quota (which if I may point out has been largely spent updating this site) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The week that was. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I'd rather not clatter the journal with daily details of my miserable and at times uncanny existence. My days are pretty cluttered with details you might not want to know. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| So I called a friend in Minneapolis and after a few moments of catching up on the infamous GOOD OL' days we got to the usual, you know, so when are you coming over. Eerily similar to a question I had answered earlier, I had to ask! What are you cooking? There's no denying that the way to a man's heart is thought his stomach, so I got what I asked for: A serving of corn, peas, a little side rice with some baked beans in a thick broth. I could have sworn where I come from they call that stuff githeri! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| My favorite movie of all time remains Shrek, with Training day coming a close second. Until prompted otherwise, I stand by this statement! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Deleted- Entry due to conflicts that ought not to be. In the interests of Magaidi Peace! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| To be continued...Page2 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| A lunch out with my co-workers involves discussing other co-workers which quite frankly is un-assuming and demeaning of us. Not to take the higher moral ground here because I do listen, it's just that when I'm not around, i'm sure they are telling somebody else about me.It's a sick and disgusting trend and the next person to tell me about Jason, will and I assure you, suffer the consequences. I am working on those consequences for now. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||