Very long Post. Last Of A Dying BREED.

“Am out of time and all i got is 4 minutes, eh! Am out of time and all i got is 4 minutes…ehh!” Line from the 4 Minutes song by madoona and J.T and Timbaland.

“Last of a Dying breed” Luda, is also a song I have been humming this past morning. I awoke to find that school had finally stopped striking and campus was now open. Been a long few years of this dreaded campus and as I continue to think about it, am the last of a dying breed that joined a few years ago, and obliviously my counterparts from Medical school are not one to leave out of this very long post.

Blogcks is common. Sometimes I think to myself and wonder what exactly possesses me to write some of this staff.

In some sad news, I lost a blog. Yes, a blog. Word to a wise, dont scorn someone whose sharing a blog with you, but thats a long story. You can find the details on earlier posts on this blog, http://themastermindandthemistress.wordpress.com/ and may be also enjoy the other reading material.

This has been a quick year, I mean, Januaury was a few days ago, am actually surprised we are in October, or close. None the less, times, tides and elements have changed, am wondering if I also caught up or was left by the tides. Uhm, I need to ponder on this later on tonight on a cold beer as I type a report.

School. Yes, am still a student. Details, cant verify either but you can find my “serious” student ideas here. http://ckarch88.wordpress.com/ .

Never do a rebound. Never try to involve yourself in rebounds. If the first time failed, the second will only succeed if you forego what happened in the past, but if that fails to, move on, girl or boy. Carrying shit from the past aint healthy but if you know times have not changed, dont go being a fool on yourself.

To the Mistress, I apologise, rudeness is not my forte, but I do sometimes, “unleash” the dragon, like sisqo who passed on did. I mean his music and name. Am sure his giving someone fellatio in order to ressurect some ich greatness.

Party Hard. Of recent, we have assembled a crew, a crew like no other. Ninjas who are willing to party hard at whatever cost and time. And it just got better. From Pizza and Wine, to Mr. Tasty to a road trip in the near future. The only catch. Plus one.

Terms of reference.
Ninjas- People you roll with, buddez, buddies, friends, e.t.c.
Plus one- The act of rolling with a plus one. Spare Rib.
Party Hard- Partying real hard.

So, due to those Ninjas rolling with a ninja, I have put on a record 90kgs. I know, am not supposed to weigh this much, and the surprising bit, I gat no pot belly. Olubuto.

Anyway, now that i have the resources, am ready to role.

 

Life! Keep living and loving it.

Like I posted a while ago, maybe a year, life is for living and loving it. I dont know how am going to phrase this post because I want to tackle several issues at ago, dont know where to start but definitely at the end, my rant shall have ended.

One, know your friends. I mean, it is always interesting when a buddy changes there alliances because of a situation in the moment and when the moment ends, that awkward moment arises. FYI, always keeps your ninjas (friends) in the loop, there are your back bone and without them, shit doesn’t go down, so, watch this space ninja, be careful who you tread on.

Bitches, bitches, bitches. This is the only place when i can write these here words and not worry about the consequences. I got into a fight with this here lady, over my decision to forfeit my alliances with her based on concrete evidence that I was not in the right position with her and I got scolded for it. So, question begs, why do i have to be held accountable for decisions other people are not willing to accept. Grow up! Life is for living and not everything goes your way in life.

Bad dreams and guts. i awoke at 2 in the morning after having a nightmare. And i felt something calling to me, deep in my gut. SO, I walk to my kid brothers rooms, I wake him and and while I did that, i realise a broken glass in his bed, call it instinct but you never know what could have happened then. So, I cleared his bed, dressed him up and went back to sleep. Which brings me to the thought, we have deep connections with people we are closest to. That sad feeling that rises out of no where could be someone else’s pain. We are not alone.

September. I honestly feel like yesterday is Januaury. Hope I got the spelling right. But, time has lost meaning and I honestly cant put a finger to it. Things randomly happening, the day begins and ends in a jiff and I cant put a finger to it. Why, I wonder, am I really that old that the perception of time had lost meaning to me. I awake and sleep and feel that nothing has happened the whole day.

I say to you, make meaning out your life….maybe it shall be worth it.

 

Peace.

To the ilk who dont know where they are from!

To the people who dont respect your origins, just know you are the shit that makes shit shit. Trailer pothole trash!