let me keep this light seeing as i have been starting posts yet not finishing them. At a party last week one of my friends entertained us when she insisted that we should only be with men who can make us come...she may kill me on reading this but as i said fun times.Then came the question of whether we had ever been kissed till our knees buckled.In all honesty its only happened once. for me...most guys either are over eager as if my tonsils are some tasty morsel they cant wait to devour or others just a basic lack of technique or variation...it takes experience to know the right amount of pressure,ardor and opportunity..there are moments kisses should be light other times being a bit forceful would be nice...maybe not knee buckling but that kiss that u never forget and you keep hopping you will find well thats the one she was asking each of us,,,,lets see whether she will finish that very interesting tale when i see her again.
Yesterday on my way home some guy called in on some radio show.His beef was that he has a stalker who has refused to believe he is a man seeing as his voice is very soft...which it is but not that soft...so one of the presenters,asked him why was he picking up phone calls from numbers he dint know...but he said he was being nice and was just informing this guy that he had the wrong number but dude kept calling back with different numbers asking him out saying he was lying as he sounds like a lady...hilarious.So the other presenter who is a guy just told him that he should be rude and speak in a manly voice to this stalker...so he was asked to try...it was so hilarious..the guy is in his twenties and cannot sound manly or even offended...nway finally the presenter tells him that the best solution was for the soft spoken guy to take a naked picture of himself and send it by MMS to the stalker and that should convince him and stop the annoying calls....did i not laugh like a lunatic in that vehicle...madness i tell you
There is all this drama over the whole cremation debate in Kenya...i remember the first time i mentioned it to my mum and she acted like i was talking about some abominable thing...in fact her words were to the effect that even if i wrote in my will that i wanted to be cremated...no such thing would happen...i recall laughing at her vehemence...we are so attached to all the ceremony that attaches to burials yet forgetting how much such occasions are financially burdensome. So some big shot sports person died and the wife decided to cremate him in a stealthily manner such that the extended family heard about it after the actual deed.Apparently the guy had another wife who had boys while the first wife only had girls...i tell you..the man deserved whatever he had coming his way.In any case there was a whole hullabaloo but the deed was done..to me it was hilarious you should have heard the brother almost in tears on telly saying how his deceased brother was such an important person to be burnt like rubbish...i laughed when my dad was retelling that particular tit bit.The younger brother's only lament that if the couple had agreed to burn each other its none of their concern but at least they should have been given a chance to view the body...i never understand this fascination with dead bodies or death.Several of my friends have confessed that each year they take portrait photos as a reserve in case they die and there is no photo to be used...of all the morbid things to do...as i usually say...when i will be dead i will be dead..who cares what happens to my body or what photos are used??
On an unrelated issue on Sunday after church i stopped to greet some guy i hadn't seen in a while...i think i was being polite as one of my friends likes reminding me i am very anti-social i usually don't see the necessity of greetings as i think they are overrated.Nway i went to greet this guy with a handshake coz i know him in some undefined way...he was with his brother...dude decides to hug me ...i dint mind so i hugged him..only he would let go..so i am there talking to him while he is more less embracing me...i wasnt repelled as i usually am..but i was there like what up? Usually i dont like touchy feely people and people who feel invading your personal space is their God given right but i was more amused than anything.
I haven't done any exercise in months and i am scared of what i am doing to my body...but its awfully cold in the morning that nay thoughts of waking up to go jog is like sheer madness....i think i really need to buy a bike..but then these stories of kidnappings are not funny..though it does not stop us from partying till wee hours
Yesterday on my way home some guy called in on some radio show.His beef was that he has a stalker who has refused to believe he is a man seeing as his voice is very soft...which it is but not that soft...so one of the presenters,asked him why was he picking up phone calls from numbers he dint know...but he said he was being nice and was just informing this guy that he had the wrong number but dude kept calling back with different numbers asking him out saying he was lying as he sounds like a lady...hilarious.So the other presenter who is a guy just told him that he should be rude and speak in a manly voice to this stalker...so he was asked to try...it was so hilarious..the guy is in his twenties and cannot sound manly or even offended...nway finally the presenter tells him that the best solution was for the soft spoken guy to take a naked picture of himself and send it by MMS to the stalker and that should convince him and stop the annoying calls....did i not laugh like a lunatic in that vehicle...madness i tell you
There is all this drama over the whole cremation debate in Kenya...i remember the first time i mentioned it to my mum and she acted like i was talking about some abominable thing...in fact her words were to the effect that even if i wrote in my will that i wanted to be cremated...no such thing would happen...i recall laughing at her vehemence...we are so attached to all the ceremony that attaches to burials yet forgetting how much such occasions are financially burdensome. So some big shot sports person died and the wife decided to cremate him in a stealthily manner such that the extended family heard about it after the actual deed.Apparently the guy had another wife who had boys while the first wife only had girls...i tell you..the man deserved whatever he had coming his way.In any case there was a whole hullabaloo but the deed was done..to me it was hilarious you should have heard the brother almost in tears on telly saying how his deceased brother was such an important person to be burnt like rubbish...i laughed when my dad was retelling that particular tit bit.The younger brother's only lament that if the couple had agreed to burn each other its none of their concern but at least they should have been given a chance to view the body...i never understand this fascination with dead bodies or death.Several of my friends have confessed that each year they take portrait photos as a reserve in case they die and there is no photo to be used...of all the morbid things to do...as i usually say...when i will be dead i will be dead..who cares what happens to my body or what photos are used??
On an unrelated issue on Sunday after church i stopped to greet some guy i hadn't seen in a while...i think i was being polite as one of my friends likes reminding me i am very anti-social i usually don't see the necessity of greetings as i think they are overrated.Nway i went to greet this guy with a handshake coz i know him in some undefined way...he was with his brother...dude decides to hug me ...i dint mind so i hugged him..only he would let go..so i am there talking to him while he is more less embracing me...i wasnt repelled as i usually am..but i was there like what up? Usually i dont like touchy feely people and people who feel invading your personal space is their God given right but i was more amused than anything.
I haven't done any exercise in months and i am scared of what i am doing to my body...but its awfully cold in the morning that nay thoughts of waking up to go jog is like sheer madness....i think i really need to buy a bike..but then these stories of kidnappings are not funny..though it does not stop us from partying till wee hours