meaningful ramblings

It's the end of a decade. A decade well lived? let god be the judge of that. But if I should die tonight, I shall say it was a beautiful decade. I made friends, and I lost friends. I became born again, and I strayed far away. I had sex, fell in love, had my heart broken and i'm mending nicely. I tested my alcohol limits and took drugs. I joined hi5, zorpia, facebook and twitter. I graduated top 2 in my class, won an award, and started a career. I fell deeply in love with music, and wrote a short story. I saw a black man become American president, and saw a nigerian try to bomb a plane. I fancied myself as a character in a tv series and often felt like I was watching my life from the outside. I learned that we underestimate the power of self. Self-love, self-worth, Self-help, e.t.c. The things we fear we cannot do on our own, the power we feel we lack. But we can do anything we set our mind to. only if we can set the fear free. I have learned that "i restore myself when I

~I'm coming apart at the seams, pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams, now buzz, buzz, buzz, doc there's a hole where something was, doc there's a hole where something was...~ Those are the opening lines of 'Disloyal order of Water Buffaloes', an amazing song by Fall Out Boy. By now you must know that I love FOB. that being said, those lines are so hauntingly beautiful and have for the past few weeks been the summation of my state of mind, amongst other things... However, seeing as this is my blog of light and happiness, i wont talk about those feelings here. Instead, i'll quote a line from the song and tell you what I think. This sorta feels like Harry Essang's lit class. Anyways.... "I promise you anything for another shot at life,imperfect boys with their perfect lives, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy" I understand the feeling of desperation, when you' give anything to have just one thing back. even for a

Seriously though! WTF is wrong with boys nowadays. No i'm not venting. At least not on here. But i'll ask my question again...WTF IS WRONG WITH BOYS NOWADAYS!!! In the past three weeks, all i've heard about relationships is news of couples breaking up. or rather boys breaking up with their girlfriends and for the same inane reason. 'I'm tired'......errr.....you weren't so tired when u were climbing between her legs last night were you? What is it that causes the male species to just go funny. Now i'm not saying girls are innocent or nothing. Far from it. I even consider myself as some form of a leader of girls going funny. So thats not it. I'm merely here to examine. So i'm hoping for comments. As to what brought on this campaign, i heard yesterday of another 'I'm tired, so i'm leaving you'....another one too many. And I just dont get it. You bandy the relationship about for weeks, months, years, and wake up one day tired. You

No I haven't been drinking. Well I have. Just not tequila. Hey people. I decided to start naming my friday nights or else this post would have been titled 'On another friday night, that might have turned out to be just another friday night, only it wasnt' ..... and that would have been a bit much. And yes, this post is about a friday night. Two friday nights ago actually. The night of Lami's album lunch amongst other things.(which i shall surely talk about in a bit). I'd planned for this friday. My dress, my hair, my shoes, my make up and all the other things people could see. What they couldnt see, I had planned for with even more ferocity than the things they could see. I had decided to play a part. I pride myself on being a good actress. Forget tears and all that. I can break out in sweat. A lot more interesting i tell you. For this friday night, I decided to play Quicksilver. In my head that'll be like Beyonce's Sasha Fierce. Without the Sasha Fierce

Taking leave from Fall Out Boy to use the name of their song as the title of this post. Thanks in advance. I love my friends. I wont tell you why. But I need to say thanks. Firstly for laughter. Oh how you guys give me laughter. Even now, when its sad and brittle. Thank you for your collective shoulders. For the outrage you feel on my behalf. For the enless pings, and phonecalls you endure as you carry me now. I am thankful. I know that God will never give me more than I can bear, but i thank Him for sending me angels this time.

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The title of this post never fails to make me laugh. it reminds me of a happier time. When i was truly happy. But i wont talk about that time. Instead i'll tell u about the bottle... It was a wine bottle. I'd love to fib and say it was a 1978 Chateau Margaux, it was not. I dont even remember the name not to speak of its year. You might wonder why it seems like i'm trying to make you hate the bottle ab initio. i'm not. I just need to make you understand that it was an ordinary bottle. Anyways my boyfriend and i had gone away for the weekend to this little beach resort..i'd say quaint, but it'd have to be pretty to be quaint (I.M.O). But it was a fantastic place. We even got an upgrade!!!! And the beach was clean. The sand went on for what seemed like miles. Almost sparkly. The ocean; sometimes blue, sometimes gray, sometimes green and sometimes brown. A lonely hammock swaying to the tune of the wind. Almost surely picturesque. After dinner we walked to the