Keep on Keeping on

It happens sometime  you meet very special people. You know, the kind of people that make you forget yourself for a minute, well not a minute literally. This person makes you forget about 9GAG, Buzzfeed for me. You text them all the time, you just want to talk to them because they are the most awesome and greatest humans created in their time.

Then after a while you are left. The person who made you abandon Buzzfeed goes cold, goes MIA. They stop texting, and you stop calling because honestly, you were the only one calling unless they were returning your missed call.  A day later.

Then it hits you that probably you should have never dumped Buzzfeed. Buzzfeed is like your partner in crime. Buzzfeed is like the desperate girl who had a crush on you and since primary school, say class four? She will never move on , she will always wait for you to come to her. It is sticky when you do not come back, or she moves on by the time you are back. In this case Buzzfeed doesn`t have funds to run or it has been hacked, which is still very unlikely because some PE just pumped in money.
You now camp there day in day out. You take the Buzzfeed quizzes religiously and share in every social media platform you have signed up.

You even take the screenshots of the results and put them as your display picture on WhatsApp. Because of why? You are trying to make up carefully and tactfully so she does not crash and you have to reinstall again. Unfortunately, she is mad. Your bundles are on fire, unless of course you have WiFi at home and use R.O.G Matatus to town.
Is it true though that R.O.G Matatus are the only ones in Nairobi with free WiFi?

Then one of those days on Buzzfeed you remember you had a blog that you used to write about girls (giggles). Then there you are. You want to write how you are a horrible person. How you turn off people (Is it not  funny though, they turn you on and you turn them off?- such an unfair universe). You tell this to your friends quite often  and they try to convince you that you are not but deep inside you know better, you know best. You are a socially awkward person and cannot keep a good moment going on for five seconds.

Because lets face it,  why would a girl you have been chasing for a year be your girlfriend on Saturday and dump you on Sunday? Hehe!! Aki this life man.
But then you are a grown man. You know this because why else would your brother be asking you for pocket money every Friday? And bundles everyday? This is so scary but what can a man do? You are grown.

You cannot ask your mum for money. Unless your brother has asked for some bailing out and you need bailing too. So you ask for a bailout from your mother and this is how it goes.

"Mum I need some cash for bro and I juu sijalipwa bado"

"Nitatumia ndugu yako wewe utangoja kiasi"

"Mum I need money juu ata kesho naenda church."

"Na hua unatoa tithe?"

"Bado, but nitaanza. Mum sasa nitasurvive aje?"

"Mimi sijui, mungu ndio anajua."

You know this is funny and you laugh and forget you are broke for a minute but she does not berge, she is as serious as Sossion, you can read from her lips. You leave for Saturday errands because God knows and God never lets you down.

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You go to class and you really enjoy the classes because nothing really turns you on like new knowledge. In class people  say you have changed because you don`t hang out with them. Hehe! This is funny because it`s not that you don`t want to, you just do not have money, that money is someone`s upkeep these days.

You go home to finish some series you were watching and Alas! You find mum has left you some cash, because she is who she is, she is mum.

So this post goes out to you out there. You find yourself alone most of the time. You think you do not have a social life. Everyone has opinions about you. Do they matter? Is that your identity? I don`t know man.
You may not have discovered yourself yet, you are learning and observing. It feels like you are trying to balance life on a plate but you have
shaky hands. Do not be afraid because at some point time it will fall. You just have to kneel down put the pieces together and carry on.

You have to keep on keeping on.

Texting Shenanigans

Is it not annoying when you are talking to someone probably giving them instruction or making inquiry and they're not respecting the eye contact rule? This is even more disgusting when they are busy on their phone's keyboard. Even more irritating when the keyboard keeps making sounds or vibrating annoyingly. It becomes disrespectful when they node or "seem" to agree with that hhmmm..sound only to ask "sorry what did you say?"

This texting thing is really getting out of hand. It is even a leading cause of accidents on our roads today. It is not surprising to see please don't text signs on any highway today. This is not just a driver's thing. Pedestrians are hit by vehicles while crossing the road. Smartphones - texting sensation to be specific has made us careless, Zombies. We have become those Walkers on The Walking Dead serial.
This makes more sense when you walk with someone in town and they have to make unprecedented stops in order to text their significant other. There is really no difference between you and those Walkers my friend.

Let me make it clear that it is really not a bad thing to text, it wouldn't have been legal to own a phone, would it? It is a good thing when you are using it for the good reasons in the right places with the right people. Right and good are relative.

I am a believer of the words " the world should not just revolve around one person."  If your world is contrary to the statement, you better start living, by leaving the world you are in. Life will pass you by if you spend the better part of your day texting one person.

I'm not judging you, infact I've been there. I tell you for free that you will start appreciating life better when you stop worrying about the two minute delay on whatsapp( makes it worse when they're online, and now when the ticks turn blue, in my time there were no blue ticks so I can imagine the desperation). Leave this thing, texting syndrome I mean and just focus on building your future, you won't be dumped by being focused. If you're dumped you know they were not worth your whole day.

To you who after a long day you want to text your clandestine while driving so that your wife doesn't become curious, just stop for our highways' sake. Listen to Jimmy Gathu's drive show(shouldn't be too mature for you, get some sense, from the air). You will be reducing your risk of dying from a road accident by a large margin .

This texting madness has to stop. I think what the county government introduced was a great thing. You're found using your phone while crossing the road in Nairobi, you are arrested. It is not a very pleasant law, but if it can save lives, why not?

If you text in class just stop it, I know some lectures can be boring, but instead, contribute to the "creative" discussions in the KOT sphere. Troll Safaricom so they keep on reducing their data charges. Unajenga nchi, now that we're number two in using Social Media after Philippines in emerging and developing economies. Enjoy your week.

Valentine's Hangover

I am probably the unluckiest man on the planet, not extremely but yoh, people are very unlucky out there. They say, it's a jungle out there!
I'm unlucky ONLY in this doro Valentine's sh*. Other aspects of life I'm quite lucky. Like lucky being single and all. I hear that while I was busy watching that old Percy Jackson movie, on my phone, my supposedly crush and future Valentine's date was busy posting photos on Instagram with her significant other.

I don't know what you think about that but I'm quite sure, that St. Valentine did not die for these kind of scenes. I understand the fact that 14th Feb was not meant for romantic kind of love only, even brotherly, family and societal. Bromance can also be celebrated on this lovely day. No?

I tried to figure out the main reasons why I was watching Percy Jackson, alone. Well at least why I was not getting some on Saturday
First, I think Percy, (not Percy Jackson)you seriously cast a spell on me or something. Imagine from that time, I have not been able to create any creative pick up line. I have just been traumatized, seriously I don't even know. I can't even think straight when I think about your name. When I think about you, I have to listen to dorobucci to bring me back to life, back to my senses. I just have one thing to say to you, rather a song to " say" to you, Adelle's Rolling in the deep. 

Speaking of pick up lines, I was walking in town the other day after school. Then I walked past this click of friends who were probably KEMU students, because they seemed really comfortable around that area code of KEMU towers. I really was not eavesdropping but I just got to hear this talk, " Imagine I just had to stop her and tell her I know her from IG." The pals were like "for real?" , "yeah man, I just had to" he answered enthusiastically.
There are so many things wrong with this dude, I won't even say what Njoki Chege said about Kenyan men on Instagram. But that's none of my business. My issue with all this, is that if these are the pick up lines of today, I do not belong to this world anymore. I lived ages ago. So what happens to those beautiful girls who are not on Instagram? And that also means we men who are not in IG do not have pick up lines. Sad story.

Ladies, you know we love you, sorry I have to say this. When I say I like you I mean it, when I don't say, it does not mean I don't, so no need to push it because there is a probability I do not. (I have a feeling I should shut up) But one more thing, I enjoy beautiful company and good music. In beautiful there is blonde, they can go together, and they can also go individually.
Work hard for beautiful to have prominence. If I start a conversation with you, I do not want to hear your lame boyfriend stories, I just want a mature conversation, get rid of the blonde. A world can't just revolve around one person can it? We would have one two many worlds then. 

Why I was alone on Saturday.

As I write this, I'm still trying to get over the many movies I've watched this weekend, Monday here we come!

Grow Yourself

A guy walks in to a lingerie store to buy his wife some. He feels so embarrassed in the store. He is so uneasy. The harsh white florescent bulbs that give him that judging glare. And do the sales people make it easier for him? So Roy Raymond goes home thinking; Can men buy their partners lingerie without being embarrassed?
He realized there was this gap or opportunity and went ahead to create Victoria Secret. A departmental store where men could buy their wives lingerie comfortably without feeling weird or embarrassed. Roy just began with $80000, and the company is currently worth $5 billion. And which lady doesn't love Victoria Secret products?

And it's not just him who created a giant company just by seeing opportunities, there is this guy Ferruccio Lamborghini. This guy' s story is interesting and PR people should be keen on this one.

Ferruccio Lamborghini is a guy who liked cars, loved cars . Fast cars, he owned Fiats, and Mercedes... the fast cars of that time. He loved maserati but he did not like the way it was heavy and was not very fast.

His favourite car however was the Ferrari. "Lamborghini thought Ferrari's cars were good, but too noisy and rough to be proper road cars, categorizing them as repurposed track cars with poorly built interiors."
He also found the clutches to be inferior and required frequent trips to the garage, where the Ferrari technicians would take the car and rebuild it in secrecy, to the annoyance of Lamborghini.

Lamborghini raised these concerns to the aftersales service; he even went ahead and brought this up with Enzo Ferrari( founder of Ferrari) but was dismissed by the pride filled businessman.
Lamborghini went ahead to modify one of his own Ferrari which even out did the ones in stock in terms of performance.

It is after this that Lamborghini got the urge to build an automobile that could meet his needs. That ladies and gentlemen; is why we have Lamborghini hybrid cars.

These two men made me realize that life is not just about whining and complaints, it is all about seeing a gap and filling it. Seeing an opportunity and juicing it all its worth.
Use every opportunity to grow yourself to the next level.
Next time you complain about dial a delivery delaying the pizza, just think about a quicker delivery service you could create.

It's all in the mind, how you view it; a half filled bottle, is it half empty or half full. But think of it, a half full bottle is more desirable to fill to the brim, but a half empty bottle is much easier to be emptied.

POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER

A friend of mine sent me this informative piece which I know will be worth your read;

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) revolves around our emotional, psychological and social well-being. It affects our flexibility to deal with life’s inevitable challenges. Such as financial stress, relationship problems, education, addictions and many more.

This arises from a traumatic experience maybe sexual assault, death of loved one, horrific accidents and kidnappings, burning down of property or even loss of a job. When an individual experiences such scenarios they become depressed and all that lingers in their mind is those events. Such people live in denial, as they continue fighting with the reality they develop depression. Depression leads to hopelessness and lack of enthusiasm. From a personal experience when there is no enthusiasm then what follows is poor performance or results. Be it in school, work place or even in our hobbies.

Many incidents whenever a woman is sexually assaulted or even man for that matter, the society tends to blame it on the individual. Either their dress code, behavior or other lame reasons which might not necessarily be the case. The matter becomes the talk of the day until another major issue arises and it is dropped without any solution to the victim. When we lose our loved ones it maybe a spouse, child, parent, brothers and sisters we are left with a hollow inside our hearts and a good amount of sadness which many people who have not undergone such do not understand. This makes one feel lonely even when they are not alone.one would ask themselves, how is this possible? But I can assure you it is real and it happens. Accidents are also a major source of trauma, victims become disabled losing their hand legs and other crucial body parts. Some even lose their sense of sight. Not forgetting that some of the victims are sole breadwinners for their families.

The list is endless. But the question is, how do we help such victims get back on their feet? And view life from the same perspective they used to. The first major and simple step is empathizing with such people so that they can feel they are not alone and someone understands them, this will make them share more and as they are doing so you will be able to know the best approach to help them. Counseling also works could be from the pastor or from a hospital counselor whichever one finds appropriate. Therapies such as group therapy where people with the same problem sit together in a group and share, activity therapy, and meditation therapy.

Simple activities such as walking in the park, yoga, jogging, shopping in the malls or markets, accompanying them to places of worship, performing house chores together, spending time with friends also distracts their mind and without noticing they forget their traumas and enjoy the moment. If this is done regularly it leads to a lasting result. In case the victim has been left disabled it would be advisable to find them something they can do for occupation, such as selling credit cards, sweets and matchsticks. Which is a stable source of income.

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By the beautiful Mary Nyambura

So My Year...

I am writing this, I have been wanting to write it for the longest time, but problem is, I came back home and the food around this place is crazy! Irrelevant, thanks.
I will make this fast because Real Husbands of... is up next, in the next like 20? Relevant.

I have had a great year, I have learnt and grown. I have interacted with many cool people. I am thankful for every thing God gave me; challenges because it is from that, I am better today. Opportunities as well. From BBC to Ogilvy PR. From these opportunities I got to confirm that I am on track, and moving in the right direction as they say.

I must say that my 2014 began on a very bad taste, lost my laptop (to thugs), then school problems. But I pulled through, and that I must say, was God.

2014 also helped me see media from a very different perspective. It is not just about entertainment, informing and glamour. It can also be advocacy, empowerment and development(growth). I learnt that apart from competing for  audiences, we can help audiences grow and help them take up actions. For that reason after this cause, development communication I'm coming! Be kind.

2014 took me places. Ogilvy PR! I visited this cool place and interacted with one Pancras. I even did an interview (my first one of its kind). Very insightful. Let me say after the interview, I was amazed of how someone can be so cool and still be very knowledgeable, smart. Most of the time you are gifted with one, or lack both. I won't say I have any. Hey Pancras I'm still waiting for the flyers LOL!

This post won't be complete without appreciating the cool people at BBC media action, BBC Sema Kenya to be precise. You guys really inspired me. Maybe I should just mention names; Davie, Sarah, Arthur, Norbert, Grace, Nasra, Geoffrey, OJ,JB and the list is endless! You have helped grow in mind and otherwise. How could I forget Jackie? You are a cool boss! Sarah thank you for hooking me up with Pancras,and the earphones thank you. Norbert thank you for that development project you helped with. Grace you also helped me with a broadcast project together with Sarah, thank you!

Mine wouldn't be the way it was without my cool classmates, very  unfortunate that we won't be in the same class next semester. And we will not be seeing more of each other,why? Because we are specializing! It's a good, bad thing right? We are a making major step in life my people. Soon we'll be graduating, let's keep our eyes on the big thing. Let's kick a$$. Go big or go home! It was great being your class rep for the shortest time, you people challenged me and helped me learn stuff. Should I mention your names? Really 80 plus people? All of you.

Family. Thank you mum. Thank you brother. Thank you sister. Lovely auntie. You rock my world! Good cousins, be good.

So 2015, I don't mean to be rude but be prepared to be kicked in the  a$$. I'll be generous and good at it. Come with better opportunities, challenges.

Hey BFF(Big Fake Friend)

Who doesn't want that friend; that friend who knows you better than you know yourself? I hear they're called Bffs, I don't know. Disclaimer: don't take offence if we ever call(ed) each other bff, it was for real, the moment is(was) real.

To be honest when I hear the name bff, the image that comes to my mind is two girls seated (probably in some class in UON)  speaking and giggling inaudible nimbles. I will not say whether they are gossiping.
It even becomes more complicated when a girls brands you, a boy, the tag bff. The image this time is this queen, "diva" in love with someone else but has a crush on you, bff.

Probably the lover is far or the boyfriend doesn't really give her the attention. So you, my friend are branded bff, and henceforth you become that "nice" guy who takes her to places, probably to eateries or help her run senseless errands. And they will always struggle to make you feel you're a nice guy, trust me I've been there.
I will not talk about us guys, who brand girls bffs, it is unimaginable, it's a taboo, unheard of. If there are let's just say those are mutants (haha playing)

So who are bffs? Who really coined this bad abbr? Today you will meet a new friend and after sharing a moment of gossip you immediately start calling each other bff. Apparently qualification number one is; you must like or unlike the same people/person at any one time, so that you relate in a way. Not in any other way. I will not add more.

I have a very bad record of keeping best friends, actually I have none, because of many reasons including natural selection.
But on the other hand I have got real friends. They are not many but they add some spice to life.
A real friend is that person who can predict your next word in a sentence, (obviously not in that juicy gossip moment, you obviously have no time for such)
A real friend helps you be creative, they help you come up with new ideas of doing things everyday. And of course it is mutual, you are also doing the same to them. If it is one way then it is a bad investment, go set up shop somewhere.

A real friend tells you the truth regardless of how bad it could be, they will not lie. You don't have to struggle finding honest pals, they will find their way into your life. Again, natural selection.
Fake people are everywhere, and in the words of Nicky " people will love you and support you when it's
beneficial" when it's not...
Bffs don't really exist don't call people that, it sounds small-ish, gossip-ish. It is demeaning, it actually tells who you are. Or is it a pet name for friends, your call. Find real people in your life keep them. Stay real.

Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat, but hey, YOLO!!

I read an interesting story here (which you also need to read)about us people,us!!
And they say YOLO means You Obviously Lack Originality, really,can you imagine that? Do not even get mad at that,read more. For us young people that is. If you are "old" do not feel displaced, read and share, it is fun. Why are people always talking about us?
It is weekend again apparently, approximately mid month. They say it's the middle of the month, things are hard, but somehow we(I) still get money to rave, and remember I'm on repeat mode we rave every weekend only stop to sleep and eat, I know you want to judge us me(us) but hey man YOLO!
I know this sounds cliché btw, but let me just say it; You Live Only Once is a literally wrong statement, why you ask. We live everyday and die only once, another way of saying that you have only one shot in this life you waste it, it is gone like, gone like chaff with the wind.
Not that I am the "holiest"  guy or that "holier than thou"  kind of a guy, I got my own way of living.
Today hedonism is a lifestyle. We got no regard for the bright future ahead. Funny I'd say bright future. Yes bright because no one wants or would want to have a "dark"  future ahead (isn't the opposite of bright dark?), well at least not willingly.
In the world of copy-pasting assignments, that is university for you, a lot of things go down. For example partying is the coolest thing you can do. You are the coolest "peeps"  if you had the most ratchet weekend. You are the person everyone would want to hang around with. I won't say anything about the guy who had gone for Bible study throughout the weekend.
Is that the only way to stay "cool" you  would ask? Where does a student, who doesn't work or has no investment, get money from? I'll help you get some free info.
Parents get the most ridiculous of excuses from their sons and daughters, but mostly sons because the money is used on the daughters. Get the math don't you? We mint money from our parents, and they for they do not want to disappoint us, send the money. HELB loans. Won't say no more.
Just a year ago I was in 1st year, I'll be in 3rd year next semester. I did not realize why time has moved so fast until one lecturer came in and said we only have 13 classes (we just began a semester btw). So I was thinking why do I have to pay a lot of money just for 13 classes? In a semester?
I pay the money then what? Sit for 13 classes then do the exam and move on to the next semester? Then I realized that maybe it's not just about the unit plus several other units. I'm yet to find out but I'm sure eating sleeping raving and repeating is not exactly what we should be doing.
Getting high is fun, cool? Somehow you will do all that and still get a bright future, well that is you, your partners-in-crime back then? Partners because probably right now they wouldn't be your friends, they are broke or still in suspension from school or worse never graduated. Or better still you made new partners-in-crime.
To you my friend, don't succumb to the norm, be different, network, do everything you can do to get there (keep it legit). Grow yourself.
Then again you will rubbish this, but hey man, YOLO!
It is weekend again back to the cycle, let me get back to it, slept the whole week, I just ate...

I have a title today, a woman

Sorry guys, I know you have been waiting for this post all night, it is just that I was talking to someone, my girl, yes I have a girlfriend and she was telling me that she is pregnant, I just had to attend to that urgent matter first. Hahaha! Okay I'm kidding  but I was talking to her, and I had to keep telling her goodnight all through the past hour so that she can finally let go, and yes again I have that magnetic effect. And for the record, baby if you read this, it is just for the Page views, it has nothing to do with us. I love you always *winks*.
There was this awesome lady in her late 20s back in the days, she's about 40 right now. She had 3 kids the last of them was about 3 a girl. She was married or not, yes she was married to a man who yet does not qualify to be called one. I always tend to think he shaped the way I look at relationships and marriage as a whole, don't get me wrong though, I respect marriage and any kind of relationship.
So with this man, who I had a very very short opportunity to call dad or daddy, I can't remember how I used to call him. I can only remember few memories I share with him in my childhood days, 13 years is a very long time don't you think, a whole decade with 3 whole years and still counting! 
I remember this one time he came home from work (he travelled frequently by the way) and I ran towards him like any sane child would do because he misses the father, his reaction I remember correctly was he hit me with a camera he had bought. I don't know what happens after that but mum tells me it was nasty between them.
The second one I remember was this day daddy or dad had taken me out to some of his pals, when he was brought a glass with something inside, I thought it was water, it was bitter, bitter water.
The last and certainly the least (he could do for a firstborn son) was when he bought me a bike. I still remember it till today. I see it when I visit grandma's it is still in her store hanging in there, literally. And grandma you always said you will give me money to repair the bike, you still owe me.
The bike was the last thing I ever got from dad, daddy. Well at least I got that, my bro and sis and mum have nothing to show from him, does it matter now, it has been 13 years, the bike is still relevant.
The details towards the separation of my parents is sketchy but from what I know he was abusive and violent, irresponsible and a lot too many kids with significant others.
Mum did well by taking us from that man it would have been awful if we turned out to be like him. Mum brought us well and everyday she struggles to make us better people, people of substance. Big up mum, won't let you down.
Why does it happen that men, sometimes women neglect their families, they betray their families?
Poligamy has been the subject of discussion this week, at least it was in radio yesterday morning and the previous night on the-after news debate.
Several things came out clear ; that the African(Kenyan)  man is polygamous in nature. He always has the other woman be it clandestine girlfriend or a second or third wife. This is true. I have had experience with married friends who have girlfriends and, or have children out of the wedlock. 
One peculiar case was a man who had two wives and none of them had a clue of what was happening for a whole 24 years. I was shocked too.
Can I say about my dad? I think he had a "someone"  in every town between Kitale and Nairobi and in some towns he had more than 2, and he used to bring some of them home too, those who would appear to resemble him or his sister, at least we were told "huyu ni auntie" , " this is your auntie".
Another thing which came up was that;it is always about the woman. It is the second woman being lied to and the first wife loosing significance. The marriage bill signed by the president earlier in the year did very little or nothing at all, which you can read here, in creating partiality in polygamous marriages, but what it did was setting the ground rules, which is what we need in eliminating stigma in many moral issues here in Africa.
Issues such as prostitution, abortion and gay marriages need to follow suit. Eliminating stigma will make things safer and secure because monitoring will be easier, ground rules.
If the marriage bill was present at the time my parents were separating we wouldn't have suffered as much as we did. But we made it though. 
This post was meant to be about about my mum, I got carried away. We'll still talk about her. We do this again tomorrow night. Be safe.

I don't have a title

I don't have a title. I lay on my bed, looking at the love of my life, my phone. I have got a lot in my mind. My brain(s) hurt or is it my head. I have a long semester ahead of me, I only haven't or, have managed to raise a quarter of the whole amount of fees required, I am worried or I shouldn't. Worrying won't solve anything. I have to raise the money.
I tell myself one day I will be big, I will be on top of my game, on top of the game, I'll lead the leagues, they will look up to me. Every day I tirelessly out do myself; hosting "ghost" shows, interviewing "ghost" guests, reading real adverts and many other 'silly' stuff I do. I will probably be a presenter at Capital or at Kiss or nation FM, that's what I think about all the time . It's what I want, it's what I work hard for in school.
I wake up in the morning to listen to Kiss not because I love the show, but every time I hear 'her' voice coming out of the radio, I feel it should be replace it with mine (not that her voice is bad by the way). I hear my deep hoarse voice in radio. They are not hallucinations or imaginations, are they dreams? Are they goals?
Waking up at six to listen to this radio show is an easy task for me, yes I know what you are thinking, I am too lazy, I have no purpose in life, you have all your reasons, well, they are yours.
I wake up to listen to, and learn a thing or two about radio but, unfortunately or fortunately I do that from my bed. Most often than not I'll sleep, yes again I know, I tell that to myself all the time.
I specifically remember this Wednesday morning, 'she' was interviewing Elani, you know Elani right? I dozed off. But in between I could still hear their voices, I could see myself sitting beside Maureen asking questions, I was hosting the show. Ooh!! That feeling.  My alter ego had come out of its shell. I was on top of my game, top of my league, on top of things. It was just a dream though I woke up back to reality. Thanks.
So is that the dream people talk about? Is that the epic dream? Was that the valid dreams I heard? What is a dream, what are dreams. I don't know...
What I know is that I have goals, epic goals, I will work my way, but until I achieve my epic goals I got to pay my fees.
I have nothing else to talk about today, I'm happy, I have written a blog, I have been wanting to write in a very long time, but procrastination is a killer of time. We do this again tomorrow night. Be safe.