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Weird Girliness

Tis the end of the Octo month, but not the end of creating awareness on cancer and how it can be detected early. Let’s not take these things for granted, I know I also forget. Though, the more we talk about it, it acts as a reminder to many.

It’s Halloween too and am sure enough most of us me included don’t really know what it’s all about. Except the part where there are lots of pumpkins, costume parties, scary stories and the best of all, lots and lots of candy from trick-or-treating. All thanks to movies. That’s one of the main reasons I would love to be where they celebrate. I would probably just dress up like a kid and do kiddy things like go trick-or-treating. A few years ago one of my cousins visited us right after Halloween and she brought us a whole months supply of candy. Am talking mars, snickers, m&m’s, haribo’s and the likes…yumminess galore! (A shout out to Wanja, I still recall).

Halloween is not a culture that’s adopted here, in Kenya I mean. So I won’t even go into it. For us, it’s just another day to be on the grind and hustle. No parties, no candy but there’s always a constant supply of scary stories…lol.

Halloween, Monkey, October

Well, maybe I could take this opportunity to tell you 3 things that I think make me a weirdo girly girl. You know those things that would make you think you’re a girl so you should be into them like the way it’s supposed to be, but I am not.

1. Nail Polish

I have never understood girls obsession with nail polish, this includes my baby sister. I have never been into it, but I have tried to force the trend. I even go ahead and buy the polish that’s in it. Spend between KES 300 – 500 on some good polish and it goes stays on my dresser for a while, say until my sister comes over and does her nails.

I am patient, but I don’t extend my patience to waiting for the polish to dry.

I do lots of miscellaneous housework that involves touching water so I prefer plain trim nails. If the hairdresser insist, I do the colorless polish. I hate how polish looks good when you apply it then smudges, scratches or chips after a few hours or days. That means removing and reapplying … Ai! No need.

2. Make-Up

I just can’t. I have not really tried it on a regular day, say once I tried mascara, which was a massive fail because that means I couldn’t touch or “itch” my eyes. Another thing is, how I dress up in 15-30 mins or less depending on how much I snooze, make up would mean I have to wake up earlier or else it would be Halloween everyday…lol. Or maybe am not yet grown up enough, nothing to conceal, I don’t know. The only time I attempted make up was at my cousin’s wedding, which am sure I’d wiped off by the time the occasion began. Lip-gloss is enough make up for me.

3. Shopping

Yes, it’s retail therapy, ooh some gooood therapy so to say! However, I am more of an impulse buyer than a planned and organised shopper. Every time I plan to go shopping, unless I have involved a dedicated shopper in my plan, that plan goes undone. I do it out of dire need or desperation (I was avoiding that word), but really when I’m like, “I really need shoes or  a coat or …” then I have to go search. In which case, I don’t go looking around much, I probably have a place in mind. It’s like I have some sort of telepathy with whatever it is I want, I don’t have to search long and hard, I just come across it.

Some inspiration for the day. Ooh almost forgot to mention, I love color. At least that one cancels off some weirdo-ness no?

Girl, dreams, plans, ability, woman


Have a beautiful end of month. Take someone out for some shake and cake, scrape off that crave.

Signing Off ~~~ Kawi

Monday Yellows *T.G.I.M*

Shift your perception of Monday mornings. Thank God It’s Monday, just like we do Fridays no? . As I have shamlessly stolen the excerpt from from some blog post. It passed the message to me, just what I needed to read and because I care for my readers much *this is the part where you smile sheepishly* I thought to share it with you so that you can also try look at Monday from a different angle. More from the yellow side, not the convectional blue. You get me yah!

“Look forward to the new week as an opportunity for growth, as a chance to add motivation to your purpose and invigorate your passion with a newfound vitality.  Tuesday, do the work.  Wednesday, make sure that your work is fresh and exciting.  Thursday,  you can help another person with something they are struggling with, something that you’re in a unique position to help them with.  Friday, look at what you’ve done, finish what needs to be finished, and TGIF, making sure that three days later, you don’t forget to TGIM.”~ Credits. You can read the rest there, and maybe try out the challenge as well.

How do you make today special?  How do you look forward to the present? (I’ll probably think about this and start out the challenge, it seems interesting. Gives you more reason why your days shouldn’t be as dull as today’s weather…meeeh! The sun needs to come out *brrrrr*)

Super week to y’all and blessings!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Mojo Jojo’ing

I’m having one of those bleh days…wololo! Not so good. I’m supposed to be excited about nothing in particular, I always am. But now I’m having that crashed feeling like someone just put me in a blender and squeezed all the juice from me. Okay, I’m looking for ways to get my mojo back like looking for a good song, which I’m not getting. They are either too mush mush, too slow, too fast, boring. Yes, my playlist is on shuffle and I am forwarding all the songs looking for that one…lol

I know it’s not a Kawi’s special feeling, I bet we all have one of those. The one’s that you what you would love is to just have friends around and talk about anything so that you can find yourself randomly laughing or smiling because when you’re alone at that particular time you don’t much to smile about. I was even feigning myself a smile in the morning while looking at the mirror, like smile woman, smile now. Maybe it’s the weather, it’s too dull or maybe it’s the clothes I’ve worn, the colors are too earthy. Anyway, I don’t know. Sure I’ll be back to normal transmission in no time. Maybe I’ll find that song or get those people to derail me into laughing … something needs to happen sooner than later.

Beside’s that looking forward to the weekend. I’ll say everything in a random way, plus considering today’s T.G.I.F falls on a 13th let me do it differently.

  • I have a Kid’s party to go to, who knew I’ll be invited for one. What are 5 year old kids into nowadays? I’m sure the Ben10 phase has passed…no?
  • Nkirdizzle is coming over on Sunday and I don’t know what to cook for her. Maybe I’ll do my magic meal, the one that gets someone uuuu’ing and aaah’ing at my cooking skills.
  • Grapes are my new snack. If that’s what people in the stone age used to feed on, then no wonder they never used to complain. But how expensive are those tiny fruits.
  • “All men are sculptors, constantly chipping away the unwanted parts of their lives, trying to create their idea of a masterpiece.” ~ Eddie Murphy
  • Just ate Ugali, sukuma wiki and beef for lunch *YAWN* the tortures we take ourselves through.
  • I should now start looking for the kind of car I want, the costs and what not. Talk of ambition.
  • I thank God for basically everything and everyone in my life. Life is never that easy and for me to have it flowing fine regardless of those little bumps, hiccups and potholes that come along. I really cannot complain about anything, and for that I am more than grateful.
  • In case you ever wonder who friends are and what they are meant to be. I found this to be a good description of them: A friend is one who walks in when others walk out. One who is there for you when they’d rather be anywhere else.
  • When you were a kid, you really wanted to grow up not really knowing what growing up entails. Until you get there and you’re like O_O raw deal this is. What do you do with raw deals? You’ve got to ripen it up and that’s why when you’re grown up you have to work your ass off so that you can achieve those things you had on your wish list.
  • There are two kinds of people. Geeks and Non-Geeks. And they should be paired, because I think the geeks would have a field day every single day. If you think Ice cream Sandwich is a dessert, go \_ there, you’re a non-geek. If you know that it’s an Android O.S stand there, you’re a geek. What next? Mingle? We need to spread this knowledge maen!



Back to searching for my mojo? There’s a reward pegged to it if you find it for me. All the best to me…lol

To an awesome weekend, to having fun, living, laughing and loving. Stay Safe. XO!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Hand Me Down

“I love this jeans, they don’t really fit me now but I’m sure I’ll grow into them” … I just wonder how many of us have such conversations in our minds? The attachment we have with our stuff is unbelievable. Then it got me wondering whether it’s emotional or not. That’s because I was definitely sure it’s not emotional, only that the process of acquiring them was a bit involving and within it was some emotional distress, that’s why letting go becomes an issue. Makes a perfect excuse huh!

Like you just want to go home one day, raid your closet and put aside all the clothes, shoes or gadgets you haven’t worn or used for a while and give them out to friends or for charity. Every time I have the energy and zeal to do so, I find myself giving an excuse for each piece of garment. That’s the day I actually figure out that it would be perfect for this occasion or that it would totally match another garment or that I will use it next week …who am I kidding? Then I end up with no pile of clothes to give out.

At that point in time you feel like it’s stuff that you can’t live without, but once that moment is gone. They continue featuring in the ‘unused section’ of your wardrobe, shelves. They gather dust and the same process goes on again when given an opportunity to get rid of them or better yet practice the art of sharing. I would really love to able to just go pick something and give it out without thinking about it deeply.

The number of times I’ve managed to reach the point of actually giving out clothes, shoes, gadgets feels so good. I just close my eyes and pack them up then think of the good I’ve done and how happy the person receiving would be. This is once in a “many years” occurrence. So I’m just wondering how I can make it a bit more often like half-yearly or so?

I used to have a cousin, still do though she’s not around (wish she still was, then maybe I would get tips). She would clear her drawers every 6 months and just distribute her pretty clothes to us cousins, it was like a sale. I loved going to her house for sleep overs, because she made sure we look pretty and our little bags are stacked when we are going back home. I’ve always wanted to do that, but ‘lo and behold’ how do I even start restocking … is that the mentality of someone who’s stingy? Oi!

Anyway, I plan to do it because considering how impulse my shopping is, restocking shouldn’t be an issue. Little by little, then maybe I can own clothes that I actually wear and look stunning. Not let them gather dust and indirectly beg me to hand them down to others who would probably look really good in them or utilize them much better. Lets see how that goes. In case you are good at it, maybe you can tell us how you go on about it?

Catch phrase of the day “Sharing Is Caring!” Hope you’re on top of your Monday and not vice versa … lol Have a good one.

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Nostalgia Is …

Isn’t it so beautiful? Yes How one minute you have the most beautiful creature on your hand and the next it’s flown away and you just want to chase it and see where it’s going. I remember when we were kids we would go to the fields (It feels good narrating a story like this, looks like I’ll have much to tell my kids … hehe) and as we are playing or just sitted plaiting the grass, yes we did that, a random ladybird would come and perch on your body, funny enough they always targeted the arm. Then you would place it on your hand and let it walk on you. At first I used to get scared that it would bite me or pee on me only to figure out they are harmless little creatures. Then once you just make a move that threatens them, they fly away to their safe haven (which was always on a leaf).

They were deemed as luck and you know how we used to believe in such, I still do in a way. I mean for it come to your arm without you forcing it to … then there must be something welcoming and charming about you. No wonder we would send such messages;

I’m sending luck and wishes
All wrapped up in a hug
Good things should come your way
With this tiny ladybug.
~Author Unknown

I never see them around anymore *sigh* I just thought about em’ little bugs when I randomly saw a pic and it took me way back. Those beautiful lucky bugs that bring good tidings should learn to also perch on concrete so that I can see more of them. Now that the green leafy suburbs are becoming a rumor.

It’s always the simple things in life that bring you so much unbelievable joy! Who thought Kawi’s ever so present question I would ever think of a lady bird and get nostalgic.

Quote of the day

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~ Albert Einstein

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Tell Me *About You*

Tell me something about yourself? Tell me more about you? What is that thing about you that others don’t know? What is it that drives you or makes you tick? Blah Blah Blah! … all boils down to who are you and the other person wondering or thinking what they are going to get out of being with you.

*Cringe*… *Shriek* that’s the questions that gives me the shivers. Really ask me about anyone or anything else, and I can write a composition or even go ahead and research, but ask me about me and I go blank *loses signal…tururu*. Like where do I begin, yeah I can narrate for you my CV, the schools I’ve been what I’ve studied, my experience, where I’ve worked and stuff like that. Easy Peasy! Then now, you really want to know what I’m about … now that’s the hard part.

I know at the back of my head who I am … but getting it out is the issue. Do you ever feel like you need to justify something about you. If I say this about me to you , then I need to have back up like yeah, that’s because I do this and that. Let me use a cliche one, like I’m fun loving, I know … but there are factors that should be considered here, such as the environment, people around me, the time, my state and so on.

I just tend to think those questions are so vague. Maybe what I tell you about me is not what you get. Then a light bulb just appears, maybe that’s the essence of the statement “WYSIWYG” – What You See Is What You Get. Sometimes we have certain traits that we don’ know about until a certain situation arises. Personally, I like teasing people that I’m boring just to create a window in case I’m actually boring at that particular time … haha but deep inside I know given that all factors held constant I’m am super interesting.

The point I’m driving home, is we can’t know people by asking them who they are … sometimes you just need to be in their presence to know them, hang out, chit chat, do stuff. Truth be told, if asked those questions I never do justice to myself … if anything I first go blank, and say the most irrelevant things about me or things that I think will make you happy and want to hang around me :p yeah shoot me now! Disclaimer: No lies though … lol

Random thoughts

Why is it that we have solutions to other people problems and we go ahead advice them or know exactly where they are going wrong, judge them and sometimes even condemn them but when it comes to dealing with our own we are so clueless and we don’t want anyone judging us or condemning us or better yet even highlighting them. Maybe it’s just called being human. We know it all for other people, but not for ourselves *sigh*

Do you ever wonder what people think about you when they see you? In the club, in the streets, at the park, as you stroll. I know the first thing I think when I see someone looking at me is especially on the streets is “oh snap! I hope my fly ain’t open”. Like seriously, I could have thought it’s because I’m looking smurfilicious, but nooo, it’s happened one too many times. I think that I need to be confident that it’s because just looking awesome, before I look down. Yeah, I’m shy too … so eye contact kind of gives me the heebie jeebies. I know you just shrugged off the “I’m shy” bit. I can read minds too.

Quote of the day!

Hope y’ll are doing great? Just checking up on you :) Yeah I can be that sweet girl who does that *toot tooooot*

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

2nd Chance *Just a thought*

I’m I the only one who believes in 2nd chances? Funny enough, in as much as am to quick to judge people, yes I am. I observe character, reactions, looks, responses, how you treat me and the people around me and using all that and more I see how to prioritize you in my life. Yeah judge me now … lol but I’m sure we all do that just that we don’t want to accept. Don’t we? No, they say denial is the first step to admitting.

75% of the time (that’s a pretty guessed statistic), people mess up given the 1st chance, me included, it’s called being human. Interviews, meet up’s and all … where you have to play your so called best so that people can think the world of you or see you in perfect light. Truth be told none of us perfect, but still we try to insinuate it. Then there are those ones who don’t sugar coat it, they are just who they are, good thing, bad thing because they chase us away knowing that someone won’t like that side of them.

In as much as you never get a 2nd chance to make a 1st impression. The 1st impression, if not a matter of life or death in my opinion can be replayed at a later date. Then with that I can measure it up and know if the person is worth prioritizing or not. That’s just a random thought. Probably it’s because I expect to be given a 2nd chance too … seeing as I have my blonde moments. Joke, I’m one of those very intelligent babes you’ll ever meet #JustSayingNotBragging hehe

And that’s the reason I give 2nd chances … but after that, that would be expecting a bit too much you know, better yet pushing it. Or (now I can involve my readers…for once) what do you think? Actually, the question is would be … Would you give someone or anyone a 2nd chance?

Yeah, raise your glass to a lovely weekend *cheers*

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Another Journal Entry

Seems like last Friday wasn’t my day really, even from my TGIF … then from another angle, it was probably my day. You know one of those days that you wake up on the right side of the bed like you do everyday especially if your bed is correctly placed against the wall but the only difference is that this day just feels wrong or down from the moment you step out of it! Maybe I should’ve slept longer like it wouldn’t have made a difference.

With Moody Mercy popping up here and there in the course of the day, the day ended with me witnessing two people (whom I don’t know) getting hit by a bus. My reaction was, trembling, holding mouth in shock and a huge wave of fear. I didn’t even want to look because that for a moment looked like a horror movie. So you want to know why don’t watch horrors? Not because I am scared ok that’s a lie but because I put myself in the position of the actors and I start thinking, what if it was me? what if that happened to me? what would I do, where would I be taken?

Besides learning to look right, then left, then right again before crossing … I would love to learn how to react after an accident, because clearly, I don’t feel like I helped in any way besides looking and feeling pity for the victims *sigh*. I don’t know if that’s a sign of regret, because to be honest I would like to know what happened to them … but because I did not help I’ll never know. I just said a word prayer for them and asked God to take care of them, because that just happened, out of the blues, unexpected … It wasn’t planned.

That’s the thing with life, we can plan so much and something happens that distorts everything. It could make you move 10 steps back after you had made an effort to just go 2 steps ahead. Do you ever wonder why it’s like that?

Why you would struggle to get where you are and just in a snap of a finger, it all gets demolished. You know how you can be playing a board game (scrabble, chess), then someone comes and dismantles your game and you either have to start all over again or try and remember how exactly it was but chances are that you’ll miss a thing or two because as you were playing you weren’t anticipating that someone will come and do that, so you were doing your best shot so that you can win in the end. Or have you ever typed a document and you’ve poured your heart out, researched, thought out and all then just before you save KPLC does what it does best and you loose your information or the power on your laptop dies or windows decided to pull a restart thank God for office word recovery and windows resume.

That’s the most empty feeling. You feel like you’ve just wasted your time doing all that, only for it to just get disregarded. Then someone comes and tells you; never give up or I understand what you’re going through and all the nice things that you don’t want to hear at that particular time, because only you knows the sacrifice or effort you have made to get there. Someone else could have gone through worse, but at that time you’re you, so you can’t feel how worse their situation is, but you can feel how bad yours is already.

Don’t you wish that life was like Windows that allows you to resume where you were if you make a blander or something unplanned happens as you were . Anyhow, this life again is just amazing and as much as we say make much of the moment you have for you don’t know what tomorrow holds. How exactly are you supposed to do that? We only have 24 hrs in a day, 10 hrs of which you are at work or school and the others you are probably up and about trying to make what is your life.

Then again it’s probably all in the mind. Maybe happy moments are just made up in the mind of course sometimes coupled with good people and good laughs. I mean when you think about it logically, you can go to a fun place, surrounded by the coolest people, plenty of drinks and food and it gives other people the impression that you’re having fun, just based on that fact … having laughs, smiles, interesting convos, eating much (that’s probably just me…lol) but deep inside you’re frowning … looks like you’re having that moment and living it up to others but to you, it’s just another way of passing time, it’s a solid plan to say the least.

Now that I think of it, that moment we all talk about, is all in your head/mind, it’s not about the people you’re with or what you’re up to? That’s what I was thinking all weekend, thanks to not having much to do. You don’t have to be at a kicking party to enjoy that moment of your life … I mean there are people who cannot manage to live like that but you can see how much joy they have.

Sometimes it’s hard to control our feelings … if you’re sad, happy, confused, joyful maybe again that’s also a moment of your living … feel it, experience it and move on to the next because you can only manage the heart for so long or at least you can pretend to. I tend to think the heart is the most disobedient part of your body, why the hell doesn’t it just get on with the program? Which also could be the reason a friend of mine on facebook posted the update below,

Dear heart,
Please do your work which is pumping blood and stop involving yourself in other things.
Yours truly, Victim

LOL … the heart just doesn’t cooperate! And I bet God knew that fully well. So lets just not deceive ourselves that we can live the WOW moment every single day, I think he factored in things like being unhappy, sad, disappointed :( … the difference is how fast we lift ourselves from those negative factors and notice how much life has to offer and how much time we waste on down-time … Just like a system only that we are living beings … Do you know how much you loose on your down time? You’ve probably made someone not smile, that’s a big thing you know … lol just kidding *not*

I don’t know where I’m heading with this, that’s why it’s just another journal entry … but all in all whatever happens in one’s life, there definitely has to be a reason that we can’t question? We just have to live with it and make the best out of it whether good or bad. Easy to say but hard to do … but it’s not like we are left with many other options to choose from.


So …  to an awesome week *cheers*

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

Collide *POW*

Today is one of those day’s they say, “I woke up on the right side of the bed”, whoever coined that phrase *shaking my head* because I always wake up on the right (hand) side of the bed. I bet they meant the other right … hehe. I’m in this happy-go-lucky mood and I have no slightest idea where it’s come from, not that I’m complaining. Suddenly I have psyche to do things that I had lost psyche doing :) , which is a very good thing.

I love rock n roll \nn/ and the roll it leaves on your tongue when you’re saying it, the r’s and l’s in the statement can be quite the tongue twister considering my Meru genes are quite strong, might just get myself saying, “I love lock and loll”, “I rove rock and roll”, I love lock n roll”…hehe. Anyhow, the Xfm frequency (105.5) was never clear in the office but today it was … could the day get any better, felt like jumping up and down, but this was all happening in my head. Next on the playlist is ~ Howie Day – Collide ~

My favorite part of the song is the choruses (whats the plural of chorus?) … I’ve mixed them up to feature the lines I like!

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind

Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide

That one, is on the top of the list of my most favorite songs, why? Because I’m the kind of person who listens much to the message that the song is passing on, okay, the beats, it’s gotta pump me up. It’s one of those that get me saying “I love this song” *in the most girly of ways* and you’ll probably go like awww! Well, I said I could come up with a post out of a word, this is it today *COLLIDE*

Collide: To come together with violent, direct impact; To meet in opposition; conflict

Always dreaded, never anticipated is what colliding is. It happens when you least expected and the outcomes are always unknown. What I like about it, is the surprise it holds. I can’t say I love surprises, although I secretly do, but I have never brought myself to admit it. And today will not be the day I surrender, holding on strong, to my *I don’t like surprises*

For something to collide, there has to be an opposing force that is conflicting with it. Like opposite poles attract and like poles repel … same concept I guess.  I would equate this to life success, friendships, relationships. Basically, nothing comes easy, you have to fight for stuff, for it to work out.

In case you ever wondered why everything can be so hard sometimes, it’s because heaven and earth are having are colliding. Heaven is trying to make it heaven here on earth, while earth is trying to occupy it’s place and make it earthly. If they merge and form a good union … everything is heavenly and awesome, else hell breaks loose and depressing … okay that’s a joke, I done why life can be such a behind (euphemism at it’s best) sometimes.

Everyone is different ->and different people have different views, opinions, objectives, goals and so on. Then how do we make it together, because in the long run, a man is not an island? You need another to be able to achieve that which you’ve set out for. Your difference has to finally meet and I’m pretty sure they (the differences that is) ain’t going to sit around and wait to see what happens, they’ll have a go and eventually collide and the outcome could be either for the worst or for the best … surprise! surprise! This right her explains why I don’t like surprises, seeing as I’m human, I would love everything to be the best always.

Anyhow, you will find out that, that which collides, in the end, when it all works out, then it was worth the try. So don’t deny yourself anything based on the fact that it’s not you,  it’s different, out of this world or better yet not your kind of thing. Maybe that’s the key  to your treasure box. As long as it’s something that’s worth the fight then go ahead … what are you waiting for? *It’s not as easy as it sounds in writing/reading…lol*

Just to remind you that, no one has it all because even the best fall down sometimes and yeah, even the stars refuse to shine (do they?) … lol, just that the best and the stars never give up at any given circumstance. So giving up was never part of the plan … yah!

Okay, now go have a lovely evening … be happy, be the best, be a star and don’t be afraid to collide, it’s a way of life!

And this is my song of the day —> That’s more like me!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*

The Power of Tissue Paper

I think if there is one object that really hates its work or purpose in life it’s the ill-fated Tissue paper, like really. I cannot even begin to imagine the number of asses it has had to go through only to be thrown into the toilet and to be flushed down into the sewer. It cannot get anymore disgusting than that.

So can you imagine the joy of the tissue paper on seeing that, there’s no more of it left to wipe your behind and it’s caught you off-guard. That’s the moment that if empty toilet rolls could speak this is what they would exactly tell you, “HA HA you’re fucked now!”

Assume the place as a tissue paper, would you like to be the best tissue paper in the market, that is the best quality or the poorest quality in the market? After all you will all serve the same purpose in the long run? … that is to wipe the behind!

I know, I am awkward, but if I was a tissue I would like to be “Fay tissue”, you know the smooth kind that will leave the owners behind smooth and clean … lol, and expensive so that the owner will dent their pocket a bit as they buy. So that they will be buying not because they are going to use me to wipe their behinds but because of the feeling I leave them after using me. Do you know how important tissue is? Like seriously … It’s the one thing that you’re definitely never going to miss in someones toilet … as long as they have one!

Hehe, I know you’re thinking I’m psycho going on and on about tissue and more tissue, but I saw that picture and this is what ran through mind:

I have gone to some random place and I am super pressed to the point of peeing on myself, you know the kind that gets you crossing your legs and making all the kind of comical moves before you get to the loo just to distract the concentration. When I reach the loo, I struggle to get my pants off or at least unzip them without breaking a button or spoiling the zip because of the anticipation of sitting down on the loo and releasing the contents of the bladder and maybe the bowel too. Just after I have comfortably sat on the toilet bowl and began my heavily awaited activity, I look to the side and there’s absolutely no sign of tissue paper O_O , actually what is there is that brown bottom paper a little sign of white meaning that the person who was there just before you had ripped it to the last bit.

Yes! Isn’t that a completely new source of stress, wondering what to do? what to do? Alternative means of cleaning the mess of my behind?  I can say this, even out of imagination, this can be the most disturbing moment in your life…lol. If only you had the tissue, wouldn’t it make the situation much more bearable and containable, because all you have to do is, sit on the toilet bowl, release, pick the tissue, wipe, wear and life moves on as usual. Without the tissue the series is completely distorted.

What it means is that sometimes the big things in life can push you to the edge, that you can’t hold it anymore and you just want to let out like the contents of the bladder and the bowel that you forget to look at the little important things in life, in this case the tissue. This small important things in life are the ones that will prevent you from getting into shit or from being fucked … if you know what I mean.

The tissue paper holds power, that we don’t realize until it has actually run out i.e. the empty tissue paper roll. In essence, we should not  let it run out, that’s why we buy tissue paper in bulk or have those tissue holders hanged in the loo, with a constant supply, when it’s about to run out, you fill it in, because you don’t want to be caught in that situation unawares.

Those small things, like politeness, kindness, love, faith, hope, peace, encouragement, truth, patience, loyalty … you know the usual, that we think are so small are the ones which make the whole difference and when they run out, life never gets any easier … if anything that would be a new source of stress.

Why I would compare this stuff to tissue? It’s because you can love and not be loved back, or you can be polite to someone who is completely rude to you or you can give to someone who is super stingy, or be patient with someone who has kept you waiting for ages or be loyal to someone who is betraying every bit of you …..  Just like the tissue wipes just anyone who rolls it down wether a good or bad person.

Ps: I ain’t saying be a sissy, but don’t less the juices of your goodness be drained off *You get the drift?*


Embrace those tissues in life and make sure that they never run out, because you don’t want an empty tissue paper roll having power over you and giving you an “HA HA you’re fucked now!” ~ Kawiria

Always look at the toilet holder before you sit on the toilet bowl to do your business, one of the important life lessons … lol (It’s not everyday you can call your sister or mother to bring you tissue … *been there done that* … hehe)

Lovely weekend, lovely peoples!

Signing Off ~~~ *Kawi*