So I’m seated in the library working on my CV, which I haven’t worked on in 2 years, since the end of second year – the last time I actually applied for an internship. I got the internship but couldn’t go because they got back to me late and needed a commitment of 4 months that I couldn’t do because I was going back to school.

While I was doing the updating, there was so much I had done that went down into simple statements like the one below:

Happy New Year!! How are y’all doing? This is my first post of the year which should make it special but it really isn’t, mostly because I don’t really have anything useful to say. So instead what follows next is mostly going to be me rambling on about random things.

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First of all this is my last semester of school… I’m not really excited, more scared. At the end of these four months I should become a man, which has little to do with my age or level of maturity and more to do with the fact that I’ll be expected to take care of myself. No more handouts from the parents. In fact the only thing I can expect from either of them is a place to sleep and to be fed(and who knows how long the feeding will last?).

I came across this video on my timeline on twitter and it made me laugh out loud; never mind I was in the library. It was all the more funny because it actually happened to me once when I was receiving an international call from my best friend. Hope it makes you laugh too. Peace!!!

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I’ve been meaning to do this post for a while now, ever since I changed my online moniker to princelySid. This post is mostly for my French fan and friend, Sgyreju, because she asked.

I had gone for dinner with my church group; it was somewhere we could all socialise that was a little free and we could all dress up for the evening. I sat at a table with 5 other people: 4 were friends of mine but one I didn’t know so I felt it would be good to get to know a little about her, you can never know too many people or have enough friends.

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Spoken HeArt is a creative and performing arts club in Maseno University that was started in 2010 by a spoken word artist called Pink Poet and a few other artists, rappers, singers and the like. Pink wanted a place where artists from around our university could come together and perform. That way you’d be able to improve your art and gain confidence from the comments and critiques of other artists.

Hey guys!! Since I don’t have a phone that can tweet, I’m stuck using my computer to keep up with stuff online. So instead of sharing to twitter, I’ll share here:) Found this today while in class and burst out laughing because it’s actually happened. Hope it brightens your day. Peace!!!

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One last one before I leave the lab… This is so funny and creative. Peace!!

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Last weekend was one of many happenings (can I say that? Or rather does that make sense to you guys?), but I’d like to talk about what happened on Sunday morning: the Upstart TV auditions.

I was awakened at 8.30am by my cousin, shouting at me to wake up and go for the auditions; I had gone out the night before and gotten thoroughly inebriated so I was hangovered that morning. I probably wouldn’t have woken up if I hadn’t glanced at my phone.

Hey guys! If you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning, you know that I’ve contemplated suicide before. I was going through a difficult time in my life: depression and anger, and felt that there just may be one way out.

Obviously I didn’t do it. There were many reasons why but the main one was my baby sister. Contemplating suicide changes your view on life, you’re never quite the same again.

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A few months ago I took a break from school to go home and see my mother, brother and sisters. It was just a couple of days, but by the end of it I came to the uncomfortable realisation that my baby sister was growing up. I don’t like it one bit.

I had gone out, and came back late, lat/e here being past my baby sister’s bed time. I walked in and found her sleeping on the couch, in her pyjamas. She had refused to go to sleep without seeing me first and had fallen asleep waiting. She looked so cute.