Thursday, September 30, 2010
So Quins Wins Driftwood
I went for the Nakuru- Prinsloo 7’s games, missed Kisumu - Dala 7’s and Nairobi - Kabeberi 7’s. Now Mwamba was really killing us (us being Kenya Harlequins) , the fat lady sang when they won Kabeberi 7’s and the tears we shed. Mombasa- Driftwood 7’s was our last chance to redeem ourselves, and sure enough we were in the finals with impala. So Kenya Harlequin FC are the new Driftwood Sevens champions after beating Impala RFC 24-14 in a close final played at the Mombasa Sports Club.
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| quins with the ball |
So the scores for the Kenya Rugby 7’s Circuit are:
Club Total Points
Mwamba RFC 88
Quins 80
Impala 61
Nakuru 61
Strathmore 41
KCB 37
Kisumu RFC 24
Homeboyz 23
Machine 19
BlakBlad 7
Pictures to follow
Bloger Choices
Ok, I am not a fan of long and boring blogs so I always try to ensure that mine is sweet and straight to the point.
Well Last weekend was Driftwoods (a Kenyan 7’s rugby series held in Mombasa) and all of Nairobi was in Mombasa.
This year the turn over was quite few, or it’s because most of my gals never made it……
Follow the below links for the one on one breakdown of the eventful weekend.
Well Last weekend was Driftwoods (a Kenyan 7’s rugby series held in Mombasa) and all of Nairobi was in Mombasa.
This year the turn over was quite few, or it’s because most of my gals never made it……
Follow the below links for the one on one breakdown of the eventful weekend.
- Saturday
- Saturday Night
- Sunday Rugby
- Sunday Night
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Koroga..................
After Yuls we went to Koroga.
It is a club adding a new dimension to Mombasa's social scene. 'Koroga' means stir or cook in Swahili, and this is what you can do at Koroga country club.
Sit in the privacy of your banda and show off your Koroga skills. (Well it was too late to show off out skills so we went to the dancefloor).
It is a club adding a new dimension to Mombasa's social scene. 'Koroga' means stir or cook in Swahili, and this is what you can do at Koroga country club.
Sit in the privacy of your banda and show off your Koroga skills. (Well it was too late to show off out skills so we went to the dancefloor).
You Scream,I scream,We Scream Yuls Icecream...
This weekend was a slow weekend for me.
Went to Yuls for Dinner.
the icecream there is to die for,
i had:
Tiramisu icecream
Went to Yuls for Dinner.
the icecream there is to die for,
i had:
Tiramisu icecream
Then we had dinner and i had chips and a buger, they have the best beef burgers i have had so far in mombasa.
What is dinner without dessert, so i had Lemon icecream and Chocolate and Cookies Icecream. now this is heaven.
Yuls is a very tourist oriented joint but excellent food and its by the beach so the sea water and air feels good especially at night, and the view is breath taking definately worth another visit.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Song of the Week: Joss Stone - Bad Habit
Still from her 3rd album
She is British and white, and she has got so much soul, i just love her songs.
They speak to me.
A small part of the song goes like this
Joss Stone - Bad Habit
You're my bad habit
I'm trying not to love you like I do
(but it's no use you know there's no use you know there's no use)
You're my bad habit... no somehow I don't wanna be rid of you
(but it's no use you know there's no use)
It's obvious to me your kiss is lethal
Your drug of choice is love and I can't come down
All the names under the sunre's more than one reason
You could be everyone but I still want you bad (want you bad)
Some say it's sad (say it's sad)
[CHORUS]
Always got someone out lookin for you
and sometimes I just wanna knock you out
You'd say I'd lost half of my brain
Clinically I'm insane
Cause I fiend for you bad (for you bad)
You're the best I ever had (ever had)
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| Joss Stone; pic from http://chicks.thediamondstore.co.uk/ |
You're my bad habit talks about falling for a guy who is sinful.
Women can you dig it. Google it and enjoy.
She is British and white, and she has got so much soul, i just love her songs.
They speak to me.
A small part of the song goes like this
Joss Stone - Bad Habit
You're my bad habit
I'm trying not to love you like I do
(but it's no use you know there's no use you know there's no use)
You're my bad habit... no somehow I don't wanna be rid of you
(but it's no use you know there's no use)
It's obvious to me your kiss is lethal
Your drug of choice is love and I can't come down
All the names under the sunre's more than one reason
You could be everyone but I still want you bad (want you bad)
Some say it's sad (say it's sad)
[CHORUS]
Always got someone out lookin for you
and sometimes I just wanna knock you out
You'd say I'd lost half of my brain
Clinically I'm insane
Cause I fiend for you bad (for you bad)
You're the best I ever had (ever had)
Last Saturday's Adventure
So Saturday night I was in mtwapa, Mombasa, the sin city of Mombasa. At a house party, the house is beautiful with a view of the mtwapa creek total heaven.
Next we went to full moon, now this is what I call a club. The music is hot, the guys are equally hot and the ladies are dressed to kill....... I just loved the place.
Then we hit the famous ilcovo, total madness, I have never danced like I did there.
Then like the bums we are we eneded up at Bobs..................
Today is Friday, i wonder what saturday holds for me...........
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| me holding my choice of poison |
Next we went to full moon, now this is what I call a club. The music is hot, the guys are equally hot and the ladies are dressed to kill....... I just loved the place.
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| Why full moon is my new friday joint |
Then we hit the famous ilcovo, total madness, I have never danced like I did there.
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| ilcovo pic from http://www.ilcovo.net/lounge.html |
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| Bobs, pic from http://bobs.bcckenya.com/ |
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
LOUI ........... I LOVE YOU
wow............... check out all this Louis vuitton bags,,,,,,,,, i want them all
My Colour Schemed Wish List
My choice of the perfect little black dresses.
Concept of an orange themed wedding......
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Fat................ Whats wrong with it.
I was made to critic this article by my english professer and i trully loved it. Its quite a read and very refreshing. enjoy if you Dare................
That Lean and Hungry Look by Suzanne Britt Jordan
Caesar was right. Thin people need watching. I’ve been watching them for most of my adult life, and I don’t like what I see. When these narrow fellows spring at me, I quiver to my toes. Thin people come in all personalities, most of them menacing. You’ve got your "together" thin person, your mechanical thin person, your condescending thin person, your tsk-tsk thin person, your efficiency-expert thin person. All of them are dangerous.
In the first place, thin people aren’t fun. They don’t know to how to goof off, at least in the best, fat sense of the word. They’ve always got to be adoing. Give them a coffee break, and they’ll jog around the block. Supply them with a quiet evening at home, and they’ll fix the screen door and lick S&H green stamps. They say things like "there aren’t enough hours in the day." Fat people never say that. Fat people think the day is too damn long already.
Thin people make me tired. They’ve got speedy little metabolisms that cause them to bustle briskly. They’re forever rubbing their bony hands together and eyeing new problems to "tackle." I like to surround myself with sluggish, inert, easy-going fat people, the kind who believe that if you clean it up today, it’ll just get dirty again tomorrow.
Some people say the business about the jolly fat person is a myth, that all of us chubbies are neurotic, sick, sad people. I disagree. Fat people may not be chortling all day long, but they’re a hell of a lot nicer than the wizened and shriveled. Thin people turn surly, mean, and hard at a young age because they never learn the value of a hot-fudge sundae for easing tension. Thin people don’t like gooey soft things because they themselves are neither gooey nor soft. They are crunchy and dull, like carrots. They go straight to the heart of the matter while fat people let things stay all blurry and hazy and vague, the way things actually are. Thin people want to face the truth. Fat people know there is no truth. One of my thin friends is always staring at complex, unsolvable problems and saying, "The key thing is . . .." Fat people never say that. They know there isn’t any such thing as the key thing about anything.
Thin people believe in logic. Fat people see all sides. The sides fat people see are rounded blobs, usually gray, always nebulous and truly not worth worrying about. But the thin person persists. "If you consume more calories than you burn," says one of my thin friends, "you will gain weight. It’s that simple." Fat people always grin when they hear statements like that. They know better.
Fat people realize that life is illogical and unfair. They know very well that God is not in his heaven and all is not right with the world. If God was up there, fat people could have two doughnuts and a big orange drink anytime they wanted it.
Thin people have a long list of logical things they are always spouting off to me. They hold up one finger at a time as they reel off these things, so I won’t lose track. They speak slowly as if to a young child. The list is long and full of holes. It contains tidbits like "get a grip on yourself," "cigarettes kill," "cholesterol clogs," "fit as a fiddle," "ducks in a row," "organize," and "sound fiscal management." Phrases like that.
They think these 2,000-point plans lead to happiness. Fat people know happiness is elusive at best and even if they could get the kind thin people talk about, they wouldn’t want it. Wisely, fat people see that such programs are too dull, too hard, too off the mark. They are never better than a whole cheesecake.
Fat people know all about the mystery of life. They are the ones acquainted with the night, with luck, with fate, with playing it by ear. One thin person I know once suggested that we arrange all the parts of a jigsaw puzzle into groups according to size, shape, and color. He figured this would cut the time needed to complete the puzzle by at least 50 percent. I said I wouldn’t do it. One, I like to muddle through. Two, what good would it do to finish early? Three, the jigsaw puzzle isn’t the important thing. The important thing is the fun of four people (one thin person included) sitting around a card table, working a jigsaw puzzle. My thin friend had no use for my list. Instead of joining us, he went outside and mulched the boxwoods. The three remaining fat people finished the puzzle and made chocolate, double-fudged brownies to celebrate.
The main problem with thin people is they oppress. Their good intentions, bony torsos, tight ships, neat corners, cerebral machinations, and pat solutions loom like dark clouds over the loose, comfortable, spread-out, soft world of the fat. Long after fat people have removed their coats and shoes and put their feet up on the coffee table, thin people are still sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking neat as a pin, discussing rutabagas. Fat people are heavily into fits of laughter, slapping their thighs and whooping it up, while thin people are still politely waiting for the punch line.
Thin people are downers. They like math and morality and reasoned evaluation of the limitations of human beings. They have their skinny little acts together. They expound, prognose, probe, and prick.
Fat people are convivial. They will like you even if you’re irregular and have acne. They will come up with a good reason why you never wrote the great American novel. They will cry in your beer with you. They will put your name in the pot. They will let you off the hook. Fat people will gab, giggle, guffaw, gallumph, gyrate, and gossip. They are generous, giving, and gallant. They are gluttonous and goodly and great. What you want when you down is soft and jiggly, not muscled and stable. Fat people know this. Fat people have plenty of room. Fat people will take you in.
That Lean and Hungry Look by Suzanne Britt Jordan
Caesar was right. Thin people need watching. I’ve been watching them for most of my adult life, and I don’t like what I see. When these narrow fellows spring at me, I quiver to my toes. Thin people come in all personalities, most of them menacing. You’ve got your "together" thin person, your mechanical thin person, your condescending thin person, your tsk-tsk thin person, your efficiency-expert thin person. All of them are dangerous.
In the first place, thin people aren’t fun. They don’t know to how to goof off, at least in the best, fat sense of the word. They’ve always got to be adoing. Give them a coffee break, and they’ll jog around the block. Supply them with a quiet evening at home, and they’ll fix the screen door and lick S&H green stamps. They say things like "there aren’t enough hours in the day." Fat people never say that. Fat people think the day is too damn long already.Thin people make me tired. They’ve got speedy little metabolisms that cause them to bustle briskly. They’re forever rubbing their bony hands together and eyeing new problems to "tackle." I like to surround myself with sluggish, inert, easy-going fat people, the kind who believe that if you clean it up today, it’ll just get dirty again tomorrow.
Some people say the business about the jolly fat person is a myth, that all of us chubbies are neurotic, sick, sad people. I disagree. Fat people may not be chortling all day long, but they’re a hell of a lot nicer than the wizened and shriveled. Thin people turn surly, mean, and hard at a young age because they never learn the value of a hot-fudge sundae for easing tension. Thin people don’t like gooey soft things because they themselves are neither gooey nor soft. They are crunchy and dull, like carrots. They go straight to the heart of the matter while fat people let things stay all blurry and hazy and vague, the way things actually are. Thin people want to face the truth. Fat people know there is no truth. One of my thin friends is always staring at complex, unsolvable problems and saying, "The key thing is . . .." Fat people never say that. They know there isn’t any such thing as the key thing about anything.
Thin people believe in logic. Fat people see all sides. The sides fat people see are rounded blobs, usually gray, always nebulous and truly not worth worrying about. But the thin person persists. "If you consume more calories than you burn," says one of my thin friends, "you will gain weight. It’s that simple." Fat people always grin when they hear statements like that. They know better.
Fat people realize that life is illogical and unfair. They know very well that God is not in his heaven and all is not right with the world. If God was up there, fat people could have two doughnuts and a big orange drink anytime they wanted it.
Thin people have a long list of logical things they are always spouting off to me. They hold up one finger at a time as they reel off these things, so I won’t lose track. They speak slowly as if to a young child. The list is long and full of holes. It contains tidbits like "get a grip on yourself," "cigarettes kill," "cholesterol clogs," "fit as a fiddle," "ducks in a row," "organize," and "sound fiscal management." Phrases like that.
They think these 2,000-point plans lead to happiness. Fat people know happiness is elusive at best and even if they could get the kind thin people talk about, they wouldn’t want it. Wisely, fat people see that such programs are too dull, too hard, too off the mark. They are never better than a whole cheesecake.
Fat people know all about the mystery of life. They are the ones acquainted with the night, with luck, with fate, with playing it by ear. One thin person I know once suggested that we arrange all the parts of a jigsaw puzzle into groups according to size, shape, and color. He figured this would cut the time needed to complete the puzzle by at least 50 percent. I said I wouldn’t do it. One, I like to muddle through. Two, what good would it do to finish early? Three, the jigsaw puzzle isn’t the important thing. The important thing is the fun of four people (one thin person included) sitting around a card table, working a jigsaw puzzle. My thin friend had no use for my list. Instead of joining us, he went outside and mulched the boxwoods. The three remaining fat people finished the puzzle and made chocolate, double-fudged brownies to celebrate.
The main problem with thin people is they oppress. Their good intentions, bony torsos, tight ships, neat corners, cerebral machinations, and pat solutions loom like dark clouds over the loose, comfortable, spread-out, soft world of the fat. Long after fat people have removed their coats and shoes and put their feet up on the coffee table, thin people are still sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking neat as a pin, discussing rutabagas. Fat people are heavily into fits of laughter, slapping their thighs and whooping it up, while thin people are still politely waiting for the punch line.
Thin people are downers. They like math and morality and reasoned evaluation of the limitations of human beings. They have their skinny little acts together. They expound, prognose, probe, and prick.
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| Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality |
Fat people are convivial. They will like you even if you’re irregular and have acne. They will come up with a good reason why you never wrote the great American novel. They will cry in your beer with you. They will put your name in the pot. They will let you off the hook. Fat people will gab, giggle, guffaw, gallumph, gyrate, and gossip. They are generous, giving, and gallant. They are gluttonous and goodly and great. What you want when you down is soft and jiggly, not muscled and stable. Fat people know this. Fat people have plenty of room. Fat people will take you in.
A Dog for Mimii
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| Yorkshire Terrier |
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| White Bulldog |
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| Yorkshire Terrier |
So now i have been feeling like i am missing something in my life, n now i know what, i need a dog.
Look at those cute dogs, who would think a sweet little thing like this can bring you so much joy.
While growing up i had 2 dogs, Lucky and Jimmy, Jimmy was a spoilt dog that only ate spagetti and rice, while Lucky ate anything given to him.
Both are dead, RIP.
so back to matters at hand, i want a small dog that is managable.
i will be posting my posible choises, so join me in the journey to finding a perfect dog.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Song of the Week: John Legend - This Time
John Legend has always been my fave. I have all his 3 albums.This is from his album Evolver, the thing about John he has songs in his album that not every one gets at the first instance.
It took me a while to appreciate this song. I guess it speak to me since am in this place in my life now.
Check out the Lyrics.
"This Time" by John Legend
Ran into you yesterday
Memories rushed through my brain
it started to hit me
now you're not with me
I realized I made a mistake
I thought I needed some space
But I just let love go to waste
It's so crystal clear now
that I need your here now
I gotta get you back today
[Chorus]
This time I want it all
This time I want it all
Showing you all the cards
giving you all my heart
This time I'll take the chance
This time I'll be your man
I can be all you need
This time it's all of me.
[Verse 2]
I hit the bar everynight
Looking to score a good time
It's not like I planned it
I'm left empty handed
'Cause im still alone in my mind
Now what will it take to feel right
Can I come see you tonight?
Is there someone new now?
What can I do now?
'Cause I need you back by my side.
[Chorus]
This time I want it all
This time I want it all
Showing you all the cards
giving you all my heart
This time I'll take the chance
This time I'll be your man
I can be all you need
This time its all in me.
[Bridge]
Last time I wasn't sure
This time I will give you more
I'm more mature
I'll show you
Last time I didn't know
I messed up and let you go
I need you
don't say no.
Lying alone in this room
All that is missing is you
pick up the phone
Won't you come home?
This time I want it all
This time I want it all
Showing you all the cards
giving you all my heart
This time I'll take the chance
This time I'll be your man
I can be all you need
This time it's all of me.
WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK.
Friday, September 3, 2010
My Aunty's Wedding
My aunty is getting married soon in Malindi, a beach weeding, so we are looking for suggestions on what to wear.
Ps am the maid of honour.
Help me with ideas
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