<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:20.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>machozi</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this reality or are we all living in a dream...sweat blood and tears are common factors in each individuals life, Am I any different?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-115145111343149486</id><published>2006-06-28T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:36:30.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ADDICT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hi my name is Machozi and  I’m addicted to Limewire (Downloading software) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how or when its started but now I’m just hooked, I have to check on it constantly see what’s downloading,watch the speeds,see which ones are almost done , sometimes I’ll even watch the countdown as it completes the download… if u dint know any better someone would think I’m monitoring Kengen stock or a life support machine … my computer has not been turned off in a week…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be jus polite downloading maybe once or twice a week….u know, a  new episode of  Lost a new song u heard on Tv or an old favourite  that u had 4gotten about…. anyway it was moderate  here and there…but now I cant go a day without it for the past two weeks I’ve been downloading stuff anything and everything searching US websites for the latest jams and even gone to US channel sites trying to figure out what new shows have come out…so I can download them…..  downloaded about 5 movies that I have not even begun to watch….. I first finished the 1st season of Weeds…which rocks! Cant wait for season 2… then went on to Gilmore Girls (I had missed that show so much, as at home me and my mom used to enjoy watching it.. I know my mom and I secretly wanted our relationship to be like the Gilmore girls) the show does not disappoint season 5 &amp; 6 is great after that I finally finished Lost season 2.. it got a bit boring in the middle but the end is a kicker and a half! Then Alias… Yea so now I’ve found this new show to download its called Entourage…its quite cool not so long though its average running time for each episode is about 25 mins so I got thru season one in a day…(yes I have nothing better to do) got the second season now and taking it slow but soon it will be done and then I’ll be in trouble …..So yup I need to break free…Is there a Limewire or a downloader’s Anonymous somewhere out there?… I need Help! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-115145111343149486?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/115145111343149486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=115145111343149486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/115145111343149486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/115145111343149486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/06/addict.html' title='ADDICT!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-115127395310038077</id><published>2006-06-25T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:19:13.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Unanswered once, twice ,three times.....Delete!</title><content type='html'>He finally came down and he was okay, not as scary as I thought he would be..I dressed up he dressed down, I was in black trousers and heels he was in black long shorts and these horrid converse hightop pin striped shoes… somehow I assumed he’d be in his work clothes so we were a terrible miss match it kinda felt like roles were reversed I ‘m a total sneaker casual type of gal and he’s more a suit and sweater type of guy.. anyway, &lt;br /&gt;It was wow! just as he said it would be and I was not as wow as I thought I could be but either way it was gotten out of the way in a very very fun way.. we talked about everything and anything and even went to the subject of  the best way to cook rice!!! It went well… at least I thought it did, talked to him the day after and everything was cool… so now two unanswered texts and one unanswered phone call and almost two weeks of silence from his end and I decided to delete his number…so that done I now have to slowly weed him out of my life text by text …the number was easy… menu, contacts, name, delete! But the texts hmm those are a bit harder coz u have to open every single msg in order to delete it… all the “hey beautiful texts” and drunken 3am texts, the special little now insignificant things he said that I saved jus to make me smile…I don’t want to do to it, I don’t not want him in my life its jus that….. two unanswered texts and one unanswered phone call and almost two weeks of silence jus screams out ITS OVER!!!!!!!… Reality = Guys are big wimps! they’d rather ignore a girl then jus tell them its not working…so now my plan is every morning delete one or two texts if I’m in a good mood and the sun is shinning and soon enough there wont be anymore left to delete and I can move on with my life! Moving out of my house in a weeks time…Mann the year has gone so fast… I’m gonna miss my double bed! Really dreading the single campus bed awaiting me next year anyway …Up north I go cant wait for the next chapter of this year to begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-115127395310038077?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/115127395310038077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=115127395310038077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/115127395310038077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/115127395310038077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/06/unanswered-once-twice-three_25.html' title='Unanswered once, twice ,three times.....Delete!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114803265802561397</id><published>2006-05-19T10:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:57:38.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOHOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/1600/birthday-cake-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/320/birthday-cake-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114803265802561397?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114803265802561397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114803265802561397' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114803265802561397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114803265802561397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoohooo.html' title='WHOOHOOO!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114644534675622439</id><published>2006-05-01T01:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T02:13:30.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Midnight Newspaper Session!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've been recently taking breaks in between my reading/study sessions to read the daily nation..I wasn't an avid reader of the paper but now that I've started I cant stop as everyday this week I've been thoroughly entertained... jus read this article and I thought it was hilarious.... The end bit I've posted had me cracking up ..Though the reality is that poverty makes us do crazy things and although the story is funny its quite sad....We are all privileged to be able to afford to sit in front of these computer screens ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full article:  http://www.nationmedia.com &lt;br /&gt;The sex Bill made simple &lt;br /&gt;Story by PETER KIMANI /Monday Mix &lt;br /&gt;Publication Date: 05/01/2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prisoner of his own imagination &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bloke in Nyeri was so broke that he decided to fake his own abduction and claim the ransom. How imaginative can some people get! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is said be a freelance photographer. But things do get a bit hard (like when tea bonuses are not paid for years, and the 36-exposure film lasts 24 months due to scarce orders). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to test his parents' love for him, and whether they would part with all their earthly possessions to redeem him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot was easy: a bus ride to Kakamega, a few hours' practice speaking like most people there do Ã&amp;#130;&amp;#150; which means replacing letter 'd' with 't' and 'b' with 'p', then placing a call home with words like: "Ile mchamaa ya kwenyu iko mparoni. Yeye takula ukali mpila mpoka..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means the man in question is in serious trouble and the relatives had better come to his rescue before things got elephant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of urgent meetings, the family manages to raise enough cash. They deposit it at a local bank, as instructed. (It is evident the man did not wish to pay more fare to a distant location). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bingo! The man takes the next bus home, smiling all the way to the bank. The policemen waiting for him smile, too. This is one story with a happy ending, and a clean solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is cooling off in jail, as he possibly contemplates his next escapade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jus had to share wit the non nation readers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114644534675622439?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114644534675622439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114644534675622439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114644534675622439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114644534675622439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-midnight-newspaper-session.html' title='Another Midnight Newspaper Session!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114614182422568501</id><published>2006-04-27T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:43:44.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD SAD DAY</title><content type='html'>I was reading the Nation last night as I have moved my study sessions to the early AM's in the library  and I was in shock as to the things Mps ask for... to add insult to injury.. ati the mps want a lump sum of I dont know how much at the end of their term i.e a gratuity for services rendered to the kenyan public!!!! what services???? I dint know theft was a govt appointed service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of getting a university education these days while u can be a form 4 drop out and become an Mp who makes himself self tons money from the govt and as if that money is not enough engages shady deals that steal more money from the kenyan  people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing though has to be that all this money is tax free! yup clean no tax man on your back! so from the govt straight to their already fat pockets! Yurk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114614182422568501?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114614182422568501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114614182422568501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114614182422568501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114614182422568501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-sad-day.html' title='SAD SAD DAY'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114579743410672398</id><published>2006-04-23T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:10:20.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT MY HAIR</title><content type='html'>Been away from my blog and blog world missed all the Awards madness in the name of Working,partyin while also tryin to study for my exams coming up ..So many adventures I want to blog about but it'll have to wait till after the exams are over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love India Arie, and I love this song esp now that I've changed my hair people seem to be reacting differently towards me... jus saw the remix and been playin it like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbanvideoz.com/home/plugins/p61_media_player/play.php?categoryid=2&amp;p61_sectionid=&amp;p61_fileid=863&amp;kal_player=1"&gt;India Arie - I'm Not My Hair (Remix) ft Akon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114579743410672398?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114579743410672398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114579743410672398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114579743410672398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114579743410672398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-not-my-hair.html' title='I AM NOT MY HAIR'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114321718854966670</id><published>2006-03-24T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:33:24.330Z</updated><title type='text'>TABIA MBAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My pal jus sent me this Fwd and I thot it was the funniest thing i've read this week... funny, coz the situation rung so close to home....I could picture the whole thing happening right infront of me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;nb:I dont fall into the category of chicks like this but I've got pals who have been situations xactly like this! Have a great weekend Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The case for staying home on a sato night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chic: (calls jmburus) "Hello... Sasa Jamo.. its Sato bana.. si we do some nyama ?"&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: Thinking he will get some that night quickly agrees... "Sawa sweetie.. how about buffet park Shall I pick u at 2?"&lt;br /&gt;Chic: Sawa.. laterz.&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus amukas from Friday's hengies, showers, jeans n polo shirt, pockets a pack of condoms, then drives to the chics crib...)&lt;br /&gt;So at 2-ish they drive into Buffet park and pitia the butchery to order the nyaks.&lt;br /&gt;jmburus (to chic) : So what do u want to have .. ?&lt;br /&gt;Chic: just anything...&lt;br /&gt;(aki these women are just thick at times... sasa hiyo ni jibu gani)&lt;br /&gt;jmburus (to butcher): Weka hizo mbavu, kilo moja na nusu, choma, ... ikuje na kachum... *..**&lt;br /&gt;(chic interrupts jmburus ! )&lt;br /&gt;chic: APANA eeiishh! Si you know I dont eat goat meat&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus thinks to himself... " Really!... then why didnt you say so in the first place, nugu hii")&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (To chic) How about beef then?&lt;br /&gt;chic: Its ok so long as it is not fat and not the legs. I dont like mathunya...&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus looks away and rolls eyes up .. thinks to himself... "ati fat, you are already carrying a 40 kilo MATAKO, surely ... 2 grams of fat are negligible)&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (to an already impatient butcher) basi si unitafutie ngombe haina mafuta.&lt;br /&gt;(butcher chucks a ki-nice piece from the hangers hapo nyuma and holds it up for jmburus to see)&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: weka hiyo nione...&lt;br /&gt;(as the butcher is weighing it on the scale.. chic point at a small..... very very small piece of fat on the meat)&lt;br /&gt;chic: Hiyo iko na mafuta mingi sana, tuonyeshe ingine...&lt;br /&gt;(butcher curses .. under his breath)&lt;br /&gt;(other hungry buyers who are waiting hapo kando start fidgeting)&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus feels like he should just have ordered fish fry from those fat jang'o women they pitad on their way in)&lt;br /&gt;(chic points at a fresh carcass of meat ... somewhere near where the meat is hanging from such that is impossible to extract a piece without the entire carcass falling down on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Chic: kata pale ...&lt;br /&gt;butcher: hapo haiwezekani mama .. kula hii ndio fiti&lt;br /&gt;(butcher attempts to return the piece back on the scale)&lt;br /&gt;Chic: Apana!.. Hauna nyama zingine kwa store...&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (to chic) lets do this... let him fry that one, I will eat the mathunya pieces ama... ?&lt;br /&gt;chic: OK&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (to butcher) Fanya iwe fry na uweke nyanya, dhania na spinach. Ongeza ugali mbili...&lt;br /&gt;chic: (to jmburus) .. Ugali? me I dont want ugg.. Dont they have chipos.&lt;br /&gt;chic: (to butcher) leta na ugali moja na chips mbili&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus thinks to himself... no wonder the butt is 40Kgs.. sasa u avoid animal fat then u kula half a gunia of chipoz .. talk about nyani haoni kundule)&lt;br /&gt;Butcher: KAMAU!!! Oya nyama ino! ni furae, na wikire nyanya, dhania na spinashi. ndugekire waaru..&lt;br /&gt;(butcher pins the meat with a tag and tosses it to kamau in the kichen behind him)&lt;br /&gt;Butcher: Sawa... shika resiti .. namba yako ni 53...Itachukwa ithaa moja ...&lt;br /&gt;jmburus pays the butcher and chukuwas the receipt and tag..&lt;br /&gt;So we enter the open space of the club and sit down. Waiter comes, jmburus orders his cold Tusker, chic orders her malt..&lt;br /&gt;We kunywa kidogo.. storoz panda... then there is this mama who pitaz a tray of oil oozing samosas, sausages and mshikakis..&lt;br /&gt;Chic: we psst ppstt nipe samosa mbili na hiyo nini ...&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (shocked).. haiya si u wait for the meat..&lt;br /&gt;Chic: I will still kula the meat...&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: ok (and she proceeds to kula 2 samoz and 3 mshikakis)&lt;br /&gt;One hour 20 minutes later .. the Waiter comes round with maji moto for washing hands.. we wash our hands and the the meat checks in with the chipos and the Ugali all hot steaming and looking nice...&lt;br /&gt;"Bonne Appetit"! .. Karibu Nyama " ... Jmburus invites the mama and thinks to himself.. now she will really shiba...&lt;br /&gt;LAKINI WAPI!&lt;br /&gt;Yaani after all that shiet, she just hen pecks about the platter of meat here and there BUT proceeds to maliza the 2 plates of chipoz having eaten only 3 pieces of nyama.&lt;br /&gt;As if that is NOT ENOUGH ... 3 minutes later: Chic: tsk! tsk! chief...tsk! tsk! Waiter ! niletee serviettes pliz..na toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (cursing silently ) why arent you eating nyama....&lt;br /&gt;chic: I have shibad deadly plus I started feeling my ulcers ... Si u jua the way they can be nasty..&lt;br /&gt;(without another word jmburus proceeds to kula what he can and asks waiter to pack the rest of the meat in a juala) Jmburus patias waiter the now wrapped remaining meat to peleka to his car ...... Then he fungulias the carburattor (sp) "LETA TUSKER mbili na MALT Mbili" as they wait for the Arsenal Match coming on the screens in about 20 mins.. Beers, Storoz, the game.... more beer flows... After kindu like 2 hours... to the amazement of jmburus...&lt;br /&gt;Chic: tsk! tsk! chief...tsk! tsk! niitie yule mama wa sambusa...&lt;br /&gt;...(jmburus closes his eyes and thinks silently... we should just have headed to Topaz..Fish n chips... )&lt;br /&gt;(So later on at around 12:30 pm Jmburus takes the chick to the car and starts being naughty kidogo. the chick responds well and before long they are catching rubs like .....)&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: baby .. baby .. si we go to somewhere more private??&lt;br /&gt;Chick: aaah.. aaah... you naughty boy!!! rrrrrrr. sure whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Jmburus: Ill show you!&lt;br /&gt;(jmburus drives like a mad man in anticipation of what is at stake '40 kg of pure booty' occassionaly missing the gears and going way up her tiny skirt.) before long they get to jmburus hao.Catch all the way to the fifth floor.&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: (both already half naked, jmburu tries to chuck her pants)&lt;br /&gt;Chick: weeee iz how what you trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;Jmburus: (amazed) kwani what do you think ?&lt;br /&gt;chick: bilaz I dont want!!&lt;br /&gt;Jmburus: come on babe!&lt;br /&gt;Chick: (pulling a very serious look) NO! Dont do that!&lt;br /&gt;jmburus: hala! whats the matter! (thinking! si thamutha umekula ? na viazi vya mafuta?)&lt;br /&gt;Chick: I cant&lt;br /&gt;Jmburus: (tusker malt tano na nyama ya ngombe fry? shuma lazima ilale ndani!)&lt;br /&gt;Chick: I'm rolling !!!&lt;br /&gt;Jmburu: Sh*T!!!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : TABIA MBAYA!!!!! That was the last time I took her out!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right!!!! :-)) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114321718854966670?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114321718854966670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114321718854966670' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114321718854966670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114321718854966670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/tabia-mbaya.html' title='TABIA MBAYA!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114305048220708450</id><published>2006-03-22T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:34:00.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Mai Tai !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday night was off the hook! I went to my new favourite cocktail Bar wit the girlie's and really over did it on the cocktails felt very sex in the city’ish... Had a blast! though, the budget for this week has suffered kidogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Later that night Afro-Caribbean society which in my uni really means ‘The west African society’ wer having a party at another cocktail bar in town after some sham/silly excuse to dress up in African outfits!, they like to call Awards Night...&lt;em&gt;Thing is I actually think the idea of the awards ceremony for an African society is a really good thing especially if they are awarding actual achievements of Africans within the uni, furthermore the representation of African culture in their choice of outfits is fabulous!&lt;/em&gt; But these guys really take the piss wit the actual awards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Hottest guy, Most flirtatious chick...... the nominations in the bootylicious category are ....and Miss milkshake 2006 is....Arrrr! It does my head in! I jus dont get it!!! Plus people pack the awards like it’s the hottest ticket in town infact guys come from all over england and to add insult to injury, they pay 10 pounds for normal seats and upwards of 20 pounds for a table wit all the drinks you can think of flowing .. not to mention the chicks go on a mad shopping spree for their After Party outfit as they have  already commisioned their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; brand new African outfit on their last trip home over December just for the awards ceremony…. So in true girl fashion we decided to go check out the ‘After Party’ and see what tricks these chicks were gonna pull out of a hat and call them outfits...suprisingly we had a blast there but unfortunately coz the bar was not that big a lot of people were turned away….soon enough the bar was closing and then it was time to move onto the After After Party ! we got to the Party at sum chicks house…Music was amazing the place was packed but it totally brought my buzz down…. Great Music + no alcohol = waste of time... So ended up going to a friends house and made some more cocktails eventually got home after a hearty mcdonalds breakfast at about 8am..Sunday was a rumour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114305048220708450?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114305048220708450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114305048220708450' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114305048220708450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114305048220708450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/mai-tai.html' title='Mai Tai !!!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114269019954787059</id><published>2006-03-18T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T07:26:10.850Z</updated><title type='text'>The HIV Question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to a friend the other day about how I was warming up to the idea of Mr Trouble coming down and I was asking her for ideas as to what we should do that night i.e dinner, bar or stay in… anyway while we were planning the night, she asked me if he uses protection when he’s sleeping with other girls and when was the last time he had a HIV screening…For a moment I was a little taken back by the questions but what freaked me out even more was that I dint even have an inkling of an answer to these questions....I’m a firm believer in protection and I’m making appointment for my next screening in a few weeks, so okay that’s me in check but what about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mr T have talked about sex on many occasions so its not like the topic has never come up. I was warming up to the idea of him coming to c me and if we really clicked then we would hook up….but now I’m not so sure.. Considering we’ve been talking for a month now and I haven’t seen him since the night we met. How do I even approach the subject without getting ahead of myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step away from my situation.. Generally when going through the initial dating stages of getting to know each other, at what point should you bring it up ?From my experience people are still willing to shut their eyes and jump into shark infested water pretending that shark wont get them!!! and as much as it’s a dating faux pas to talk about the Ex’s it seems that asking about each others views on protection and when their last HIV Screening was, is the ultimate faux faux pas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asked by the guy early in the dating stage makes the guy seem too eager to get into the girls pants.. asked by the girl in the same situation and this may send the guy one of two signals.. either the green light signal that means she’s up for it or red light that meaning that’s she sleeps around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get out of this cloud and accept that HIV is here to stay at least for a while and its in our best interests if we are going to have sex that we open up and talk about these things without being judgemental… fumbling for a condom in the dark jus wont cut it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So taking my own advice, this week I mentioned to Mr T that I was making an appointment to get a HIV test and asked him when was the last time he had one done.I think it was nerves but I really rushed thru that question and jus as luck would have it, he dint hear it properly so I had to basically spell it out for him. He told me it was a couple months ago when he changed his insurance. Glad that I had an answer to the question…something else crept into my head and I started thinking well its great that he’s had the test but how many women has he been with since his last test? My dilemma is in now trying to figure out how to ask him to get another test done, without seeming like I want to tie him into a relationship and scare him away.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114269019954787059?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114269019954787059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114269019954787059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114269019954787059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114269019954787059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/hiv-question.html' title='The HIV Question!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114268570650597712</id><published>2006-03-18T11:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T14:08:34.006Z</updated><title type='text'>A well deserved weekend in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This week has been the most tiresome week I’ve had in ages, handed in two assignments in yesterday that I’ve been working on non stop since last week, and this time I felt like I was really pushing it, my sleeping pattern is really messed up but at least i've got the weekend to laze about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friends birthday party last Friday. the same house where I met Mr. Trouble and it was fantastic its like that house is my own little cupid coz I finally got talking to this guy who I keep seeing at different parties and there always seems like therz chemistry but we somehow loose each other thru the night, he seemed interesting or at least that’s what I thought for most of that night but looking back at other times that I met him he really dint say that much and thinking about it now I was doing most of the talking. So as the party was in one of the campus houses, campus security came to shut the party down so everyone walked out and went for a walk in different directions to give the impression that we were going home. Only to come back when the security was gone...Kenyans! so me and Mr yummy took a walk, its still winter and the wind here is pretty fierce so I was bundled up in my winter warm jacket while Yummy was wearing some jacket that the host had thrown at him coz he could not find his own.. so the guy now starts complaining how cold it is so after five mins of what was supposed to be a romantic midnight stroll but ended up being me listening to his teeth chattering, I had enough, I offered to exchange jackets wit him and the guy jumped at the opportunity! So I put on his jacket and it wasn’t the warmest but it was warm enough to stand in the cold for at least 20 mins....That right there was when the penny dropped...Me and him will never go anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say I’m a bit traditional I want a man who will give me his jacket in the coldest of the coldest evenings while he freezes his butt of and doesn’t say a thing or at least just make the offer to give me the jacket.. A man who treats a woman as if she is the most fragile thing in the world while accepting that she can stand up for herself if need be but while he's around she can lean on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114268570650597712?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114268570650597712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114268570650597712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114268570650597712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114268570650597712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-deserved-weekend-in-bed.html' title='A well deserved weekend in Bed'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114142030058261990</id><published>2006-03-03T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:11:40.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusion All Around!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay so I don't know what to feel now, I've got into a situation which in some ways is great and in others its pretty shit! So me and Mr trouble have been talking and he kept trying to convince me that he should come down for the night(which in my mind means only one thing) and I just wasn't ready for that kind of thing and so jus kept saying no... whats with guys these days? I really tried to maneuver him coming to my town in the day time but nah the guy always seemed to have plans, so for 2 weekends and a week I've been saying no..Now yesterday he doesn't reply my emails and when he emailed me today wit a pathetic Whats good! I dint feel the need to write back...Anyway dude calls me in the evening and we exchanged a bit of pleasantries and then goes,"we're friends aren't we ?" so I'm like yea... wit that sorted he starts telling me about this flight attendant chick he met and how he's kinda into her mix but bla bla bla and then has the nerve to ask me when I'm gonna let him come down and what I'm gonna do to him when he comes down??????....Now on one hand when I heard about this other chile I was like what the hell is he telling me this shit for and then I was kinda relieved that the pressure of him coming down was off..but then dude still has plans to come over! now I'm thoroughly confused does he want the flight attendant or me ? and what does friends in this modern day and age mean? I just don't know anymore...So i did something stupid, I mentioned to my mother that I met a West African Chap..Needless to say if text on yahoo msg could boil..hers would have evaporated! she just could not understand why I was asking for Trouble and warned me to be very careful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Coming from East Africa we see our west cousins like the rest of the world see's them..Drug dealers, con men and all sorts of other things and we forget that we too have those kind of people in our country.How often do we read stories in the local papers about kenyan drug traffickers and can we 4get the 6 tonnes of cocaine found in our ports last year? The kenyan population cannot even come close to the Nigerian population so of course there are more stories of them doing all these illegal things and that is why it is easy to label all of them with all these stereotypes.I met a zambian guy the other day and he asked me what tribe i was and when I said Kikuyu he proclaimed that we are the ones who stole a lot of land from our people and are theives and murderers...same situation there... I'm not saying my mom is crazy for being worried coz I dont know enough about this guy  and he could actually be a drug dealer or con man anyone can! but I dont want to see him as a stereotype...I want to see the person beyond the stereotype...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Meeting this guy has opened my mind, getting to know him and understanding where he's coming from has lead me to explore the west African culture and its is kinda  interesting...looking back I cant believe how closed minded I was...been downloading west African tunes and they actually aint as bad as the movies....anyway however this thing with this guy goes at least I've got a new appreciation for something that I had totally dismissed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114142030058261990?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114142030058261990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114142030058261990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114142030058261990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114142030058261990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/confusion-all-around.html' title='Confusion All Around!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114141454926311965</id><published>2006-03-03T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:35:49.293Z</updated><title type='text'>PRESS FREEDOM : LETTER TO KIBAKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Permalink" href="http://www.mentalacrobatics.com/think/archives/2006/03/press_freedom_letter_to_kibaki.php"&gt;Press Freedom: Letter to Kibaki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear President Kibaki,On March 2, 2006 armed police raided the headquarters and printing plant of the East African Standard Group. In addition to destroying equipment including the printing presses and burning newspapers, they shut down the Kenyan Television Network television station.This latest attack follows the jailing of three journalists from the East African Standard newspaper, attacks on the Citizen Weekly, and ongoing harassment of journalists by government-sponsored forces.I urge you to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Condemn these attacks in the strongest terms possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dismiss any member of your government who played a role in the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Live up to your promise to support freedom of the press.Please copy and paste a copy of this letter on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may alter the wording to suit your needs. &lt;a href="http://gukira.blogspot.com/2006/03/press-freedom-letter-to-kibaki.html"&gt;Campaign started by Keguro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114141454926311965?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gukira.blogspot.com/' title='PRESS FREEDOM : LETTER TO KIBAKI'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114141454926311965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114141454926311965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114141454926311965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114141454926311965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/03/press-freedom-letter-to-kibaki.html' title='PRESS FREEDOM : LETTER TO KIBAKI'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114099538812726211</id><published>2006-02-26T22:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:16:06.333Z</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well last week was a really hectic week... The academic year is almost ending and now its crunch time wit the essays! The house has returned back to normal "c"(my housemate) is fine... The bump on her head went down in fact, its hardly noticeable now...We haven't talked about the incident again after that day...It worries me though, what if I wasn't there that day what would have happened? She needs help but she is too embarrassed to get professional help..To me this seems like a double edged sword... She says that she cant get professional help because her parents will loose respect for her but in the end if she doesn't get the help her actions may make her parents loose respect for her and it will be too late! I wish I could step in and tell someone in her family about it but she'll hate me for the rest of my life... So question is, should I jus let it slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Been talkin to hotboy(who by the way is not called trouble) we are constantly emailin, textin and talkin on the phone but the worst thing is that I now don't remember what he looks like..I'm starting to believe that he aint as hot as I thought..I blame the Accent! and as I'm so anti west African...His hotness was the the window through which he got a chance and as u do,I'm slowly growing attached to hearing from him everyday... so i'm scared that I'll end up wit somethin that I dint want in the first place....I gotta say though dude wasnt lying when he said he was trouble.... somedays I wonder what I was thinkin when I said I like trouble(but thats a post for another day) ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114099538812726211?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114099538812726211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114099538812726211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114099538812726211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114099538812726211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-114005218405750188</id><published>2006-02-16T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:41:11.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Drink Drunk Drunkard (Part Deux)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh my! This weekend was the maddest weekend I've ever had in my life..one of my two housemates is in Switzerland for the week so its been jus me and my other house mate(C) since Friday..So C's friend invites us to his house on friday night and it turned into a cool party coz more people jus kept rolling in from everywhere infact most of the East African community in my town turned up... At about 4.30am almost everyone was leaving so decided to leave coz i figured I could get a ride home from one of the guys who was leaving, at this point I asked C if she wanted to come home with me but she refused.. problem was, we had only carried one key so if I went home i'd have to wake up and open the door for her which in my current state was the last thing i wanted to do.... the Bed was calling.... I explained this to her, but she insisted she wanted to stay even though the owner of the house was tired too and wanted her out too.. earlier that night she had started making accusations at one of my friends wit no basis and jus threw a major tantrum for no reason and then turned to crying and saying how she was gettin death threats..&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now, I live wit her, and we live in quiet little old town in Uk which consists of students and old people... so death threats... was way way out there in Loonyville ...&lt;/span&gt;mann jus listening to her for those ten mins was very concerning coz she was jus being really over emotional and sensitive to anything anyone said an everyone was kinda walkin on egg shells around her and jus figured that she'd been drinking and had a little too much...anyway I went home leaving her at the party and dint worry coz its like a five min walk to my house from there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now at 6.30 - 7ish the door bell rings and its the host of the party telling me that C has fallen down on the road and to come help so while i was gettin my stuff together he explained how she jus run out of the house and up the road banging on peoples doors screaming "Help Help" then saw his car and started running away from it..in her effort to get away fom the car she fell down but got up and continued running and banging on doors, eventually someone opened and she went into the house. so he was taking me to the house she entered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i got there C was really glad to see me and she looked so distraught... the poor jungu family who had been woken up were really worried as to what was happening and were trying to calm her down.She then told me that she was being chased by the host of the party and he wanted to kill her because she saw something that she wasn't supposed to see but she couldn't remember what she saw....but now coz i had talked to the guy it was kinda hard to believe what she was sayin and I think she could see that i wasn't totally convinced with the story she was telling so then she jus turned on me started asking me if I believe what she was saying.... I on the other hand was trying to be rational asking her if she wanted to go home or to the hospital...but then she started crying and saying that she wasn't safe and wanted to go somewhere that no one knew about and that now she dint trust me so she dint need my help and wanted me to leave! it was crazy... Finally, I convinced her to go to the hospital coz she had a really bad bump on her head. Now coz I had jus come there wit jus my house keys and phone I needed to get my bag so when I was leaving she started gettin paranoid again..askin me why i needed to go home.. who i was going to see...mann at this point the old lady was now really confused but jus stayed calm and was really nice so i went back home and came back armed to go to the hospital and then police station coz she wanted to make a statement against the guy... Then when I called the cab she started telling the lady that she doesn't trust me and that she cant go with me alone in the cab coz she might not reach the hospital but the old lady kept trying to convince her that I'm her friend and that i was here to help her.. she eventually agreed but only because she gave the lady her mobile numbers to call her in an hour to make sure she is safe...WA ! it was too early in the morning for me to be dealing with all this and it was too early to call anyone else...went to the hospital then the police station all the time C saying all sorts of things e.g The murdered someone in that house and thats why they were after her... she started calming down after the hospital and then when we got to the police station she really had nothing to say all!!!! The stories she had told me before had all disappeared and she told the cops that she was being chased but in the end they refused to take the statement because they felt that she was still under the influence.... eventually got home at about 12pm so so tired... slept the whole day Basically i woke up when it was dark and unfortunately had to go to two other Parties that night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So picked myself up and went to the first party about 9.30ish and proceeded to get my drink on..by the time i got to the next party, I was quite happy.. hadn't been this "Happy" in a while...the Bash was full of loads of people.. so I was taking a break outside the house wit a pal and thought I saw a guy I know going into the next house so I ran over to call him into the party, but when I got there turns out it wasnt the guy but some other quite hot lookin man, I apologised and went back to my pal gushing as to how silly I looked anyway a few moments later the guy came out of the house and was gettin into his car right in front of us and I dont know what got into me..I shouted "Hey Baby! whats ur Name" the guy looked honestly quite shocked that a girl was hollarin at him from behind a Bush so he was like "what?" so i repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Whats ur name babe!&lt;br /&gt;Hot boy: Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Me: Trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Hot Boy: Yea trouble honey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I like trouble.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy jus smiled and drove off. Now honestly, I dont know what came over me, usually I dont act like this ..accosting random men is not something I do.. Anyhow I went back inside and continued to mingle and like an hour or two(cant really remember) later, I was hanging wit some guys in one of the rooms in the house when one of the guys who lives in the house came to me and said that therez a guy who wants to see you...so out I come and Guess Who? Yes.... Hot Boi! oh my goodness, I was in total shock that was the last thing on my mind... I thought i'd never see the guy again and there he was looking so cute...until... he opened his mouth and out it came.....(Now I have nothing against my fellow Africans but there is one thing that I cant stand..and I know I'm not the only one...The WEST African ACCENT!!!!!!!!) Yea so in an instance his hottness was crashing like stock in 1929! but I had to remind myself that I live in a town where the ratio of women to men is like 4 to 1... so its really rare for a guy to come after a girl.. infact I'm surprised he wasnt grabbed in his pursuit to look for me at the bash... Anyway we got talking and he turns out to be a cool guy, 24,works in london,went to a great Uni.. tick tick tick !!! we exchanged numbers and he left..my friends who were hanging wit me that night were as surprised as I was... so he sent me a text and then called me when he got home and umm yea i'm quite impressed and a bit giddy....I have a Crush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-114005218405750188?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/114005218405750188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=114005218405750188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114005218405750188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/114005218405750188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/02/drink-drunk-drunkard-part-_114005218405750188.html' title='Drink Drunk Drunkard (Part Deux)'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113820367665654757</id><published>2006-01-25T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:41:16.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Xmas &amp; 2006</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! This year I decided not to have any resolutions and jus go with the flow but somehow a couple seemed to sneak thru... like I've decided that this is the year of loving myself.. i.e taking care of myself for me..not some man who I may have some loose attraction to..I don't know about anyone else out there but when I'm not in a relationship I could not be bothered to fuss over my nails hair etc...(hence probably why I'm still single) anyway now I'm dating myself and making sure that I'm taking care of me for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home for xmas and I had the most chilled time ever...There were loads of pals home from all over the world but it still dint get crazy...The weirdest experience was going to this bloggers get together... mann it was strange seeing the faces of all these people whose worlds you've been looking into through their blogs..In true Kenyon style there was booze a plenty and Nyake thanks to BP, and everyone seemed really friendly... the reason why it was weird was the fact that I like the anonymity of the blog world the fantasy of what the people behind the words look/are really like....and now meeting all those guys kinda messed that up for me...I took a couple of pics but for the reasons above I'm not going to post them on my blog...Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my holiday had to be the night before new years..Went to new jack swing with my cousins....New jack swing is always really hot but this night took the cake...My best guy friend "P" was there and he was hanging out with his friends who I must say are not a bad looking bunch... they are all so cool...so they came and hung out with us girls and it was a riot! we danced for ever and I met a guy "M" who lets jus say made me kinda tingle...so so sweet.. Ended up leaving Carni at 5.30 am and went to kenchic wit the boys till the sun came up...Ah menn...U gotta love home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week of the new year I met up wit P at M's apartment and all I can say is if only I had more time......Its so sad how you meet someone who you would love to get to know when you have only a few days left in the country...Anyway if it was meant to be it'll be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113820367665654757?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113820367665654757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113820367665654757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113820367665654757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113820367665654757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2006/01/xmas-2006.html' title='Xmas &amp; 2006'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113417746162049508</id><published>2005-12-10T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T01:17:41.620Z</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>My blog page has gone all topsy turvy! the last post has refused to edit or delete itself and my sidebar has gone all wacky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113417746162049508?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113417746162049508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113417746162049508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113417746162049508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113417746162049508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-no_10.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113383307886718957</id><published>2005-12-06T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:15:13.920Z</updated><title type='text'>oh what a day!</title><content type='html'>As much as I want to be the independent woman who has a great career and doesn’t need a man in their lives, everywhere I look all the women who I know share the same views as me are all shackled up in relationships and r loving every min of it.... in full contradiction! I want to be married and have children in couple of years. basically I want what has become a fairy tale in this modern day and age where men are too happy not to commit as there are too many options in short skirts walking about... if there is one thing that I could change in this world is the fact that men can still attract younger women in their old age while most women simply cant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of the random post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113383307886718957?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113383307886718957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113383307886718957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113383307886718957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113383307886718957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-what-day.html' title='oh what a day!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113383111699074622</id><published>2005-12-06T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:48:57.826Z</updated><title type='text'>i love to shop but these days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/1600/a%20man%20in%20a%20can.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="138" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/320/a%20man%20in%20a%20can.0.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching this movie about this girl who said she was the type of girl who has a lot of boys who are friends but no boyfriends and at the time I thought that wouldn’t be me but now thinking about it I feel like I’m slowly growing into that mold...I’d love to say that I’m 100% loving being single but in some ways I think its human nature for people to want companionship, someone who values some of your interests over theirs.. for many years I’ve been very nonchalant about relationships looking at them as if no matter how long lasting it says they are on the pack, they will eventually all have an expiry date... so the min you get a whiff of something going bad or get bored you throw it away and get yourself another pack as the supermarket will always stock a range of brands that u'll be interested in and even if they don’t have the right one jus yet....you could make do with something else until.. Well, until a better product comes along!&lt;br /&gt;Having thrown away my last 'purchase' I’ve been to the supermarket several times, lets jus say my summer was made up of testing a bit of this and a bit of that but at the end of the day I went home with nothing! Jus like when you go into a clothes store and you try on some outfits that you think look great on you...then when you look at the price tag &amp;amp; u see that you jus can’t afford it! Why all these analogies you’re wondering..Its cause I just can’t put into words how exactly I’m feeling or maybe I’m scared of actually putting down what I know is the root of all these feelings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113383111699074622?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113383111699074622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113383111699074622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113383111699074622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113383111699074622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-to-shop-but-these-days.html' title='i love to shop but these days....'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113382975657537866</id><published>2005-12-05T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:32:08.963Z</updated><title type='text'>After the sunset....the true light of dawn is still a distance away ...though minute by minute, its getting closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/1600/nakuru-sunrise_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="94" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8080/1224/320/nakuru-sunrise_t.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the sun in the morning its one of those things that makes me feel alive makes me feel that indeed there is more out there for me and that a bright new day means, a brand new start... The sun in the morning has got me through loads of things like the first and only time I got my heart broken, The few and far between fights I’ve had with my mom and my friends and then there are just days where u need that extra boost!&lt;br /&gt;The sun has always been there...encompassing me in its warmth whispering that ray of light into my ear telling me that everything will be all right...&lt;br /&gt;Now living in England and it being winter time... the sun is hard to come by and even when it does the wind is blowing so hard and so cold that its goodness is all lost .. I Want my Nairobi sun back I want to wake up at 6 in the morning and look out side and see light and not from the streetlamp still on coz its dark as hell oh no.. From the Sun! Saying hello babe how’d u sleep! It’s weird the things you start appreciating when you leave home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113382975657537866?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113382975657537866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113382975657537866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113382975657537866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113382975657537866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-sunsetthe-true-light-of-dawn-is.html' title='After the sunset....the true light of dawn is still a distance away ...though minute by minute, its getting closer'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113322562798370754</id><published>2005-11-29T00:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:53:47.996Z</updated><title type='text'>awww</title><content type='html'>I love the show Alias and this is the song played at  vaughns funeral.... :-( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance, love&lt;br /&gt;I would not hesitate&lt;br /&gt;To tell you all the things I never said before&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've relied on my illusions&lt;br /&gt;To keep me warm at night&lt;br /&gt;But I denied in my capacity to love&lt;br /&gt;I am willing, to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up all night drinking&lt;br /&gt;To drown my sorrow down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to help me since you went away&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of this town&lt;br /&gt;Where every tongue is wagging&lt;br /&gt;When every back is turned&lt;br /&gt;Their telling secrets that should never be revealed&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to be gained from this&lt;br /&gt;But disaster..&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good one..&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about my friend&lt;br /&gt;He's embarrassed to be seen now&lt;br /&gt;because we all know his sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance love&lt;br /&gt;You know, I would not hesitate&lt;br /&gt;To tell you all the things I never said before&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've relied on my illusions&lt;br /&gt;To keep me warm at night&lt;br /&gt;But I denied in my capacity to love&lt;br /&gt;I am willing, to give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am willing to give up this fight..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dirty Little Secret"  by Sarah Mclachlan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113322562798370754?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113322562798370754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113322562798370754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113322562798370754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113322562798370754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/11/awww.html' title='awww'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113288470050177711</id><published>2005-11-25T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:29:54.093Z</updated><title type='text'>drink drunk drunkard!</title><content type='html'>hey, kipepeo had this blog about her housemate which has led me to rant about my housemate who yesterday came in drunk as a dog and when they say alcohol gives you dutch courage... lets jus say last night I realized that she wrote the book on it! She came in and the first thing she asked me was if I wanted food.. note it was about 12:30 so as I had already had dinner,I politely declined and that’s what set her off,she then claimed that she wont make food in this house for 16th months(note our house contract only last for 12 months)if I don’t eat her food now! anyhow I kept trying to refuse as politely as I could and then she just walked out of the room..soon after the chick came back hollering about how she has done all the dishes this whole week and it wasn’t fair!(funny enough this is the same person who's dishes I’ve been washing for the past couple of weeks so she has never seen a reason to wash dishes)so then she looks at me like umm an apology is in order...so in my head I was like I aint giving her an appology for nothin and jus kept quiet and this set her off even more and here is where the crazy bits came in she complained that she is tired of always showering in people dirt i.e. the shower is not clean enough for her and then that people leave the cardboard end of the tissue roll on the roll holder, and it drives her crazy! Mann I really tried to keep a straight face while she was rambling on! Me and my other housemate needless to say were completely perplexed by the whole situation! I lived in a house with 6 girls last year and now I live with two and I don’t think i've ever seen such catty drunk comedy before! She’s a cool chick but damn when she gets drunk! I love her though! Jus had to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late licenses for bars starting  November 26th!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Late licenses for bars starting  November 26th!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113288470050177711?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113288470050177711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113288470050177711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113288470050177711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113288470050177711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/11/drink-drunk-drunkard.html' title='drink drunk drunkard!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-113081003671364816</id><published>2005-11-01T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:07:54.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Jig Jig along!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I got tagged a while back so i've spent the better part of my sleeping time filling this out.. mannn its been a task... i'll get you kipepeo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten years back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Oh primary skul wow fun fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cheerleeding,I miss my pom poms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ball house Mbaya sana Mbaya sana Mbaya sana! X2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mpaka chini x2&lt;br /&gt;Mpaka chini chini chini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mpaka Juu x2&lt;br /&gt;Mpaka Juu Juu Juu Juu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Great pals who I still love to this day,fun parties and sleepovers..discovery of stupider sex and loving the attention&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five years back…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wow highskul was great but this had to be the year of the beginning of its downfall it jus stopped being fun and slowly became an endless bore..gone were all the trouble makers full of excitement and what replaced them was loads of empty rumours which led to many misconceptions about a whole load of people…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last year…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh wow truly crazy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;first half was fun filled bumming… found myself in America in more ways then one… then learnt how to fly these objects called planes, then onto 1st half of my first year in uni in england which was crazy and finally ended the yr getting back a connection that I had really missed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wah! crazy hangover day..drinking has become the only extra curricular activity I seem to be involved in these days.. oh plus washing dishes.. was contemplating drinking from a vase..picked up the vase then decided to wash the mountain of dishes instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places I’d love to be in right now…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sitting wit my mum in the tv room chatting&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner wit the folks&lt;br /&gt;Hanging wit the G man and his pals&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Under the Nairobi night sky lying on the grass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catch me dead in these five things…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot pants! some things were not made for the junk in my trunk&lt;br /&gt;Waist coats apparently they are coming back into fashion …Yurck!&lt;br /&gt;Stone wash skinny jeans…stone wash…need I say more!&lt;br /&gt;Bikini…(see hot pants above)&lt;br /&gt;Any animal prints and dots eeew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, if I had a million, I would…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;£First sit still for a bit trying to convince my self that I have a million pounds!&lt;br /&gt;£Put money away for Uni fees for me and my bro in a high interest account&lt;br /&gt;£Give a ¼ to the folks&lt;br /&gt;£Go on a huge shoppin trip in new york&lt;br /&gt;£ Buy shares in H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;£Take my whole family from my moms side on a huge ass holiday!&lt;br /&gt;£Buy some property back home and in England so I can have mo money mo money!&lt;br /&gt;£Put money away for a family holidays for every year of my life in different places in the world&lt;br /&gt;£Get that special someone a couple front rows to a certain Robert K Gig&lt;br /&gt;£ Buy a plane so I can fly me and pals to coast on a loose Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 greatest joys…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sunshine! esp in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Listening to neo soul when its raining with a good book in bed&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in my room&lt;br /&gt;Being held in the arms of someone who loves you&lt;br /&gt;Walking around cities and discovering new places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 songs I know the words to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One sweet day…mariah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday…. boys to men&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.. alanis&lt;br /&gt;The whole born to do album…craig David&lt;br /&gt;Video..india arie&lt;br /&gt;He loves me.. jill scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favourite munchies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masala sticks&lt;br /&gt;Waffles wit golden syrup&lt;br /&gt;Combination of malteesers and twix… I call it malttwix!maynards wine gums&lt;br /&gt;Banana and arrow root crisps&lt;br /&gt;Sweet potatoes (the gikuyu in me)&lt;br /&gt;Achari(dried mangoes in chilli)&lt;br /&gt;Monstermuch and doritos&lt;br /&gt;The original chooze :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-113081003671364816?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/113081003671364816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=113081003671364816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113081003671364816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/113081003671364816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/11/jig-jig-along.html' title='Jig Jig along!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-112993302706669221</id><published>2005-10-21T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:57:48.216Z</updated><title type='text'>CRAIG AND I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, so I jus downloaded the new Craig David album and honestly, I really would love to buy it but my student pockets just cant afford it plus downloading it so so easy. Its crazy how we don’t buy cd’s anymore these days, but I do try if its an artist I  coz I’d want to support them … so if by any chance Craig is reading this ..IOU Big time… anyway so I have been sitting at the computer for two days watching the songs download(dial up is shit!) and finally it’s done!... its all so sooo good and I already have a favorite ‘Unbelievable’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig and I have a relationship... from the first time I heard his album in high school I was sold… I remember the break and lunch times cooped up in this tiny music room listening to the born again album wit my pals…and my early morning walks to the school bus… and then singing to his 2nd album wit my first real crush…. Ah memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea I’m back at uni after one crazy summer and I still can’t believe half the shit that happened, happened! Just as I thought that I understood me… another side of me came out that I dint know and it took someone who I kinda had a summer thing wit, for me to see it …and lets jus say I dint like this side…. I feel like with age I’m becoming more immature or is it that everyone is moving on to a higher level of maturity and I’m being left to float! Especially with men I’m becoming more and more…… I cant even describe it …why do I feel the need when with certain people to be so ‘accepting’…. I jus cant say no to certain people and looking back that makes me sick…Don’t you hate it when you think you have closure and then something happens that totally destroys the wall that you’ve been trying so hard to build? Yup, so I’m in the call or not to call stage, I’m so used to fronting that I don’t need him in my life I can’t exactly be calling can I? Isn’t pride a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-112993302706669221?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/112993302706669221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=112993302706669221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112993302706669221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112993302706669221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/10/craig-and-i.html' title='CRAIG AND I'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-112673079163035033</id><published>2005-09-14T21:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:46:31.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one crazy crazy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saw him this weekend, we’re sort of friends now but for a slight second in time we were more then that…..I think I’m over him but I saw him in this black vest and jeans and then in a towel as he was getting dressed  and I couldn’t help but drool on the inside….he is this man who I know I’ll never have again but damn it was fun looking at him jus the tingles in my feet made me wanna smile….  needless to say he hooked up wit some chick later that night and it was cool…so I guess I was over him but I don’t think I’d  mind  a piece of him in that vest jus for a  couple of hours… so they say guys and girls cant be friends I beg to differ.. I’ve grown up with boys most of my life.. Most if not all my neighbors my age were boys and now, two of my closest friends are boys( well I guess now they are men.). In fact I call them my brothers as they are more like family …so to anyone who says that guys and chicks can’t be straight up pals with no other intentions by each party I’d like to be living testament to the fact that guys and girls can be pals … Okay, so now to the point of this issue… a group of us  were supposed to go to my pals shagz this weekend which happened to coincides with his girlfriends birthday...now me and this guy are pals and there is nothing more to it so I went to his house all geared up to go but unfortunately things dint go as planned anyhow we decided to buy a few bottles and hang out and had a little house party…later that night his girlfriend starts to cry and to cut a long story short she says that she was jealous of me and the relationship I  have with him…. Now honestly I have no intentions on this man other then our close friendship and I thought she understood that but I guess not… so I’m the bad guy now but this is my friend and I don’t think I’m jus going loose him so his girlfriend can be happy…. I guess that’s the bitch in me.. Men are dogs so you’ve either got to live wit them and let some things slide or live without them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-112673079163035033?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/112673079163035033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=112673079163035033' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112673079163035033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112673079163035033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-crazy-crazy-weekend_14.html' title='one crazy crazy weekend!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-112490831975480414</id><published>2005-08-24T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:34:08.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Bunny</title><content type='html'>I thought me and my body were one, but after this weekend, i now know that it aint true! yea i'm home for the holidays so trying to get a bit of work experience done so thats monday to friday 8-5 and then here comes the weekend and as i am a summer bunnie.. it would be a waste not to indulge in the bunny tradition of Partying like a nonsense... hitting all the spots as if like cinderellas escorts and rides they will all dwindle away when the sun comes up...its great I've been out every friday and saturday but looking back it all seems the same... so now my body is talking back and it aint whispering...its actually shouting 'Stop All this madness!' so i'm in bed sick and i jus dont want to move but as the weekend draws near...the plans 4 friday r starting to pop and they aint looking too bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-112490831975480414?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/112490831975480414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=112490831975480414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112490831975480414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112490831975480414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-bunny.html' title='Summer Bunny'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-112431179725895047</id><published>2005-08-17T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:09:31.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I’ve been back home for a month or so( I’m in uni in England) and the saying therez no place like home doesn’t even come close to how I feel about Nairobi..anyhows I came home for the 2nd time this year and for the first time in my life felt like I should have jus hopped back in that plane and gone back to England...things jus were not the same anymore...I know distance does a lot of things but therez this one person who I thot would always be on the same page as me.. but now I slowly feel like I’m loosing them and with that… my life jus feels topsy turvy...it all started when they 4got my birthday.. I know things slip peoples minds and the fact that I wasn’t around may have also had something to do with it.. but I figured when I got back into the country I figured somehow they would remember but it didnt even come up. Anyway putting that aside, things jus dint seem to click, they seemed to be caught up in a life that quite obviously dint involve me . I’m extremely picky about my friends... I can’t tell you what exactly I’m picky about but I know my pals are one of a kind... they are hella smart, Beautiful and r usually up for almost anything and that’s why my last years of high school were really special. even though i think I was at that point in my life where I jus couldn’t be bothered to make an effort to get to know any new people in my life. Unfortunately my pals were not coming home this summer and when the pal who was at home called me up I was always happy to hook up but I always felt disappointed after we hung out… I felt completely out of the picture… the connection felt so one sided… the icing of the cake came one evening when we were supposed to go home together because I dint want to drive home alone. Them coming with me was the only reason I was going out that night and then they jus up and left with no warning which wouldn’t be so bad if they dint have my car keys and the only person at the club who I kind of knew was The “EX” .. U know the one who u really don’t want to have to need..yup him!.. so there I was feeling totally helpless and the person who I thought I could count on was probably enjoying themselves elsewhere and the last person i would want call in a jam was now the only person who could help me out...luckily that night the ex was feeling especially sympathetic.. so I got through it… the next day all I got from my pal was a sorry excuse for a text...saying sorry... dint even bother to explain themselves or find out what happened to me...so now we aint talking and I feel awful I want to ring them up but shouldn’t they be the one to step up...Am I being petty? I want my pal back but I don’t want to be a doormat.... another of my pals is coming to town for the weekend and she wants to see both of us she has no clue whatsup I said I’d go but I don’t know how I’m going to react when we get together…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-112431179725895047?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/112431179725895047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=112431179725895047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112431179725895047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112431179725895047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/08/home-sweet-home_17.html' title='home sweet home?'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13775819.post-112292021971943252</id><published>2005-08-01T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:17:56.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh this is new!</title><content type='html'>hey this is all new to me.. i think i'v got so much in me and i think in order to truelly find myself i've ot to let it out.. who am i is something that really drives me crazy even though i dont think about it too much.. i try and put on this front and when you look at me everything looks fine but do people really see through this and am i only fooling myself..maybe by puting this out there i can find the inner me and hopefully be able to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13775819-112292021971943252?l=machozi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/feeds/112292021971943252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13775819&amp;postID=112292021971943252' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112292021971943252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13775819/posts/default/112292021971943252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://machozi.blogspot.com/2005/08/gosh-this-is-new.html' title='gosh this is new!'/><author><name>Machozi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09291327915126457846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
