Only photograph remind us of memories past when our memories plays tricks on us.
Proverbs!! are the isshh
“however much the buttocks are in a hurry, they will always remain behind“
African proverbs are just cool, and have a lot of hidden meaning.
A wise words mixed with a little bit of sass always tickles my interest. Proverbs are not new to me, but recently it has been more fascinating. I’ve always found people who say “listen to your heart” and those obnoxious Disney cartoon that give kids unfounded hope on how their heart is all they should listen too extremely ridiculous. So, if i ever ask for an advice, instead of feeding me with a pile of Disney related phrasing about my heart, just throw a proverb my way and i will be blissful in my confusion.
“Before You go out with a widow, you must first ask her what killed the husband”
“A child can play with its mother’s breasts, but not its father’s testicles”
“When the mouse laughs at the cat, there is a hole nearby”
“It requires a lot of carefulness to kill the fly that perches on the scrotum”
“A goat’s frown cannot stop it from being taken to the market.”
Writing your feeling and sh*t down
Coming from a country where depression is regarded as having a lazy mind, and expressing your feelings is a sign of weakness. Hoarding once feelings has become the order of the day. Seriously! a psychiatrist is practically non-existent, and bipolar is referred to as an excuse to be crazy. Being dyslexia is not a condition, as long as they are concerned there are no reason why you shouldn’t be able to write or spell as fast as the next guy. I have never heard my parents proclaim their love for each other, neither have I myself made it vocal that I love them until recently. Not from lack of said feelings, but there is no one to take such cue from.
It would be correct to assume that i am bad at expression my feelings…except anger, of course! I have heard people talk about writing down your feelings and I have called bullshit on it on so many occasions that i might choke on my word if “Eating your own word” was literal.
Anyway my dad utterly pissed me off, and i couldn’t do anything about it….because well! his is my dad! I eventually ended up writing what i thought about him and the situation down, and as I was poring out my anger onto the pages, with every nasty word i wrote down I felt much, much better. It is very relieving and I absolutely reckon it to be a great self-help therapy. Write shit down, and shred it right before you leave, because i don’t think you would want anyone seeing it.
I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I will do anything for you, hello feeling.
Another day!
So, it’s a new year, and I see a lot of celebration. I don’t see the big deal to it. It is like any other day to me. I remember when I use to get all hyped about the holidays, write out my new year resolution, and make promises to myself which I don’t keep.
Don’t misjudge me. Am not angry at the world, am just tired of hearing people give their self’s unreasonable and unreachable goal, thereby setting themselves up for failure.
Call it maturity, but now I have just one resolution plan to reach in 2016. This new year I will make every effort to be the best I can be, and make my best better to the point that if I was not me, I will love to be me. I suggest you do that to.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Different Len
Just another busy day of work. While I was talking to a friend of mine I looked at her closely, and she started to look unfamiliar. Have you ever try to spell a word, and it just sounds so wrong? You repeat it over and over again, and the more you repeat the more flawed it sounds. You eventually get a dictionary or do some research, and you found out that you have spelled it right all this while.
I don’t know what the effect is called, but it happened to me today. While I was talking to this particular friend I started seeing her in a different confusing way, almost unrecognizable, and it got me thinking if she also had such episode before and what she thought of me during them.
I would like to know what people think of me when they look at me. I wish there was a way you can switch minds without switching the body. I don’t need this normalcy to intrude into someone thought, i just want to be able to see myself through someone else’s perspective, but in my own standards. Sure, you could ask people what they think of you, but some might be honest with you, and some might sugarcoat your disposition. There is a lot of uncertainty in that sentence.
I want to know, if I was not me, would I want to be me. I am aware no one is perfect, but it will be good to know you are doing something right. I heard someone said ” If you have haters, that means you are doing something right” I understand the philosophy, but I don’t necessary agree with it.
Just for jokes, imagine if it was normal to switch minds without changing the body, and people do it all the time. If your mind was in someone else’s body, and the persons body needs to use the restroom. AWKWARD!
please indulge my spur of rubbish for a while.
Back! hopefully….
“I Wish I had time to do some leisure reading” I thought to myself as I was “supposedly” reading a text book in the 
library. I have been at it for three hours, and it didn’t seem like it was ending soon. You don’t need to posses the power of telepathy to know that I was not’ in anyway enjoying myself. After a paragraph or two I gaze off in oblivion. I was tired and board out of my brains, and my head was literally hurting. I had not read any book aside from school textbook in four month, and it was driving me real crazy. I looked at the stupid ‘Politics in America’ textbook that I was reading with so much detest. I engaged the textbook in a cordial, but hateful discussion with me doing most of the talking. It resulted to nothing. I still had to read the assigned chapters. Listen! when you start hating or talking to an inanimate object the crazy is real, and you need to give yourself break.
I don’t know what I was high on that made me think that I could go to school five days a week, and work second shift at the same time. Please, don’t be misinformed by my ranting above, I do like gaining knowledge and shoving it in the face of a particular pretentious uppity walking encyclopedia. Sarcasm aside! I do like school and classes and I try my very best to be the better I can be. Working and schooling is very exhausting, and it leaves no room for leisure or enough sleep but i guess being busy all the time kept me very concentrated with my studies because at the end of the semester I got straight A’s.
Now that school is out I am ready to continue pouring out all the rubbish that comes to mind (edited, of course). So please indulge me while am out and about.
Storm before and after the quite.
The effect of utter tiredness and boredom that I can’t escape because of this old routine they call a job, had me thinking of way to gives my self a little calming space, after working ten hard heavy boxes lifting hours every day, just one minute of pronounced silence was of utmost importance.
I closed my ears tightly with my fingers for a minute, like a spoilt child who is being lectured by her parents. ohh the wonderful nothing of silence, the awesome sound of your beating heart, the inane feeling of seeing moving lips but hearing nothing.
It was a blast while it lasted, then I let go and for a few nanoseconds I heard unfamiliar airy sound which was being overthrown by the loud voice of machines and people, But That really helped my sanity for the day.
If your having a bad day just have a moment of silence, there must be a reason why its done for dead folks. Just saying!!
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Nothing
This just got me, laughing so bad, this is the right time to use the term “LOL”, cause I did laugh out loud.
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kid-in-not
Any one remember the i35w bridge collapse over Mississippi River, you probably don’t, but if you do, u would realize that the news was all about the school bus at least for the most part….nobody every remembered the school bus driver. Most cases that involves a school bus, the drivers are mostly irrelevant.
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