Hey y’all! Yes, I already have another post for you already! I don’t know how long this momentum will maintain but recently I keep finding more and more stuff to write about. Also I really don’t have to much to do in the evenings because well the assignments haven’t really kicked in. So for now I have much to write.

The other weekend my cousin, yes the one featuring in the last post and one before it, invited his girlfriend from home to school,with her sis, who he was trying to hook me up with.

I wrote this a while back but my phone mem-card decided it’s misbehaving and got a virus or bug of some sort and I had to format it. And this post was on it so I had to write it again which I’m sure it’ll not be as awesome as when I first penned it but know I’ll try my best.

So my cuzo came to room about a week ago with what I saw as both shocking and awesome news! The girl he was aiming for, the one I told you about before, had ingia’d box(That’s to say she was really feeling his vybe, hey half my audience is actually from the US). Yup she had been papped!!:-D Of course I was happy and proud because as far as I could tell at the time he was setting pace for all freshas. Most freshas are still keeping to themselves looking as confused and lost as ever.

This is a short story written by one of my best friends. It’s my very first guest post so I look at it as part of the growth of my blog. You know showing that other people don’t mind their work appearing here and actually might appreciate it being put up. Look out for another guest post soon!! 

Sunsets always brought out the beauty I wanted to see. Every day, the sunset looked different to me. That day, I had been looking at the sunset for a really long time. As the sun continued to set, I saw everything in a new light. It was the most beautiful blend of colors ranging from orange to pink and just the lightest touch of purple. It reminded me of him and what he meant to my life.

Too soon to be doing another post? Have you even fully digested the last one? It’s okay you can read both of them! Right? Anyway I’m in my room at about 10.30pm, not really trying to sleep but in bed none the less, phone in my hand and it hits me there’s a lot of noise in the background.

I pause to listen and I hear about 4 different sources of music and sound all seemly competing to overpower the rest.
The dude across from my room is listening to traditional Luyha Christian choir songs, some dude up the hall is booming his favourite rhumba and lingala tracks while his neighbour watches an action movie at max volume. Two doors down from me is some playing what seems to be a Hip hop mix and further down opposite some is listening to reggae/ragga.

Okay ladies and gentlemen! This is the very first post coming direct from my campus!! The first campus-post! Yeah I joined campus, finally, in Maseno! It’s written in two parts, the first were the thing’s written on the first day I arrived in the morning and mostly on the registration line. Everything else was after! This is not conclusive, I’m still organising my thoughts, but it’ll have to do until I can give you something more solid. Hopefully this means a return to more regular blogging for me!*Fingers crossed*

So remember my weird really pissed of post, the one I wouldn’t allow y’all to comment on? And remember I said I wanted to see a psychiatrist but couldn’t seem to get to it? Well at the pressing of one of my dearest friends I finally got round to doing it.

Yeah, some weeks back I went to see one in a very informal type meeting. Her phone kept ringing and I also kept tweeting. My friend was there also I guess for moral support and its was in a public place not I some office where you lie down and talk incessantly about yourself and your feelings.

Hey guys! It’s been a minute hasn’t it? I’m sorry I’ve been dealing with some issues so I wasn’t doing much of anything. Did you guys notice that the Kenyan Blog contest ended recently?(Okay not so recently! I’ve been gone for quite a while and I’m not even quite sure if I’m coming back yet, sorry?) Well it is and you’ll never guess where I placed! I was fifth that isn’t bad for a relatively new blog is it?

This post is for a girl called Mich. She’s someone extremely special to me and since she’s so special she gets a post all for herself! One of my very first posts was about her, back then I called her M but now I have her permission to use her name.

So why is Mich so special? Well first of all she’s one of the one of the few people I know to consciously decide not to be affected by my charm. I found that intriguing and went out of my way to make friends with her. After I changed her mind about being charmed by me I found out a lot about her. I always thank God that she refused to be charmed by me otherwise we may never have become the great friends we are now.

Okay it’s been a while that I’ve done a post on fashion so today I’m taking the time out of very empty schedule to bless you all with my knowledge. Before we go on, I have no idea why my fashion posts never get any comments even though I’m usually telling you guys the truth as I see it. And I’m always right.:) So know on to the rant.

POINTLESS

Big ass handbags. Yes I’ve talked about them before and I’m going to do so again. I don’t really like them. I don’t see the point of someone carrying around a handbag bigger than my bagpack. What is y’all carry in there? As in when I leave the house all I have on me is a wallet and my phone but y’all chuck with a massive hand bag filled with nothing and that time I ask you whether you sleep over somewhere(or planning to be chips’d, apparently they’re also called chip funga bags. You might wanna read @savvykenya’s post for an explanation) and you say no. SO WHAT THE FUCK YOU NEED A BAG THAT BIG FOR!!

There’s something horribly wrong with me, I’ve not been feeling good at all emotionally and I’m not sure what it is. For the past one week or so I’ve been having really weird mood swings. And it’s gotten so bad I actually slapped my sis today morning. Yes, she was being unusually unreasonable but still thinking back at it, there where better ways to deal with the situation. Though this isn’t exactly the first time I’ve felt like this this particular bout feels particularly worse.