tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61938663786852656042024-02-22T09:51:09.720-08:00mcyriussmcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-47875313857496118982013-07-06T11:36:00.000-07:002013-07-06T11:36:33.135-07:00That Stench<div class="p1">
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">That stench! That stench so strong and so pungent! I move away from him. Eventually, he leaves. Mmmmphhh! I heave a deep sigh. Eewww!!! I look around, I scan the room surreptitiously. I can't find him. Yes, he left but noo, he left the stench behind. He did. I'm repulsed. I can't breathe, I'm choking on that stench. I'm really choking. Thank God. It's my stop now. I stumble out like a drunk, like one rushing towards redemption, I run up the stairs to fresh air. I inhale deeply to cleanse myself of that stench. I walk off towards my destination. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">"Please, i can pay up. I need more time. I lost all my money but I'm hardworking. I will get a job soon. This recession. Oh lord. M really trying. Please I am. Just give me more time."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">She is crying and I look on. I wish I had some money. If I was financially buoyant, I would buy her a house. She is pretty and young. I wonder what happened. I see she can no longer pay for her apartment so she is getting kicked out. What will be her fate after? I hope she has family members. I hope she atleast has a car to stay in for a few days. I hope she doesn't have a little child to take care of. I wish life is fairer to her. I wish...</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">I came from the Dominican Republic at the age of 20. I came with my uncle and his family. After I got here, I decided to go to school and got a degree in liberal arts. I got a small job that was enough for me to get by. I moved out of my uncle's house and moved in with my boyfriend. Together, we could afford the apartment and a comfortable living. He later lost his job during the recession and the pressure separated us. I struggled to continue paying for the apartment and when I could no longer foot the bills, I moved out and got a smaller place. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">Then my job began the troubles. They were beginning to feel the impact of the recession too. First, they reduced our pay, then cut off staff. Needless to say I was cut off like a withered branch of a tree left to fend for myself. With no tree, no root nor stem, I began to dry up even further. I ran from one menial job to the other. I began falling ill, thereby reducing my chances of retention at any job. Before long, I could not go on. I was kicked out just now. " I dnt want to be homeless"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">At those words, the stench came arushing. Assailing my senses. I had goosepimples immediately. I looked at the young lady and imagined her with a stench . No. That will be so unfair. I had no money, nothing of my own to give to her. Maybe i tried. I listened to her. I gave her some time. Was I consoling myself or did I really do something for her?. I gave her a hug, got up and told her, "everything will eventually turn out fine". The truth is, I wasn't so sure of that. I just had to say something positive.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">I began to think, " what can be the story behind those with the stench?" They probably had homes at one point. They had families. Maybe they were even dealt a very good hand at a certain time. I became scared for her. I dnt know her but I dnt wish the stench on her. I should have asked her to go back to her Uncle's but I could barely say much to her. I felt I owed her 100% of my attention. So, I just listened.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">I am thinking now. What's that stench? Could it be a blatant disregard of our high handedness and callousness as a society, a reminder of our successful system but our failure as humans and our responsibilities to others? .</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">We can't reach out to everyone but can we look upon people with more remorse and empathy?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">The stench will not go away; it stays as pungent but with a hidden story line. I still will not enjoy being where the stench is but if I have to, I wnt look on with disgust, but with empathy at the debasement that fate has forced upon a life. I will not relish the stench but I will not be full of righteous indignation. I will use it as a reminder to lend a helping hand when I can and be grateful for all mercies.</span></div>
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mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-32821179205145460202013-06-19T12:02:00.000-07:002013-06-19T12:57:29.756-07:00There's always a lesson.<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;">I, like many others tend to find lessons from certain mundane events of life. One came about today while i was in the restroom trying to do NO 2 in my school. it was a mind opening though cliché stream of events.. here goes:</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"> I got really pressed and was even excited at the thought of the relief i will get after. A lot of things seemed to be working in my favor. one, not a lot of people in school as it is the summer session; hence, i will have the bathroom to my self.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;">I went into the bathroom and yes! i was alone. First deal breaker, here comes in this girl. My first thought, she came to do No 1. Alas!!! she came to straighten and curl her hair. I felt like, "oh well, she will have to contend with the smell and the ruptures from my butt hole'. Just as i was feeling all relaxed and ready to let go, here walks in another lady. Instantly, i clenched up and could not let go. I could feel tremors and rumbles in my tummy in reaction to my restraint. I held on and waited in patience. Eventually, they both left at the same time. I was so relieved and decided to let go. Unfortunately, my tummy had stormed off in anger and was no longer interested....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Bringing this home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"> </span><span style="color: #ffe599;">Sometimes in life, we feel that the universe has aligned for our good. We get excited at the prospect of the achievements we are capable of. We trudge on, We plan, we even begin implementing and VOILA!!!. they come in; the criticisms, hindrances, "haters", they mount stumbling blocks, mountains, whats and whatnots.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ffe599;">We cringe, we begin to doubt ourselves and wnt let go. We impede our growth and stifle our dreams and just as they walked in, they walk out. Not looking back at the damages and ruins they left behind. We are left broken, angry and downcast at how easy it is for our dreams to be shattered. In retrospect, we could have stood our ground, made the noise, splattered our s#*t as we desired. We could have walked out relieved and achieved. Instead, we clench up, boiling on the inside at the blatant disregard for us.</span> <span style="color: #a2c4c9;">The truth is</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;">It is our lives. We can do it as we please in as much as our actions will hurt no one. There are people whose jobs are to make the journey stressful but at the end of it all, it makes it worthwhile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cyriussly, </span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;">Never let them walk away leaving your dreams in ruins. make your noise, do your thing and even if it doesnt come out as expected, take solace in the fact that you did not allow it to get </span><span style="font-size: large;">stifled...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="font-size: large;">P. S: Sometimes, we are the stumbling blocks ourselves. These people might just be on their journeys also, not paying attention to us. We on the other hand are so worried about their perception of our own dreams and journeys that we undermine our potentials.</span></span><br />
<br />mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-19817873784985747452013-01-05T08:52:00.001-08:002013-01-05T08:52:10.226-08:00LET'S GO PEOPLE!!!
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">Not willing to fall into the cliché of New Year; new
resolution, I decide to anchor it still (grins). Ok, yeah. It’s a cliché that I
just went along with. I do not have new resolutions per say; I however have
retargeted my past resolutions. The past years have left me with various
lessons and somewhere in my head; this year 2013 seems to be the year in which
I will exhibit all learnt lessons. I have a really good feeling about this
year.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #351c75;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Spiritually,</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">I believe I started on a somewhat right footing. I have been
committed to committing everything to God first. Right now, it might seem like
there is no physical difference between this year and the past years; however,
my psyche is so different, the energy is way more positive and im going around
in high spirits. Im so spiritually spruced that even if anything goes unplanned
(negatively) at this point, I believe it is to pave way for something even
greater than I could have planned. Yes, I am that positive</span>.</div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">i dont know why whenever i think , spiritual fulfillment/wholesomeness, i think some kind of yoga pose. there must be something about yoga and meditation that transcends the usual. perhaps, it is the blend with the spiritual. it just seems to merge the body,soul and mind in harmony in a way that brings inexplicable peace.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;">Physically,</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">I am taking baby steps towards living a healthy life.
cutting down my cake and chocolate consumption, increasing my H2O consumption,
portion control and converting my gym to a shrine. In fact, im considering the hot yoga. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">For those who have done this before, how is it? my Asian friend thinks its the best thing for anyone. I'm not so confident about that. It requires you doing the yoga in a room with a high temperature of about a 105 degrees. The heat is supposed to help burn off fat while softening you up for flexibility. oh well, i am not even done with regular yoga.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138;">Intellectually, </span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">I am doing a book for a week bonanza for myself. It is
regardless of what kind of book it is, as long as there is the propensity to
impact knowledge therein, and then it is a book.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">Hmmm, this one, I can’t even tell all. Just watch out for me
on FORBES, #darrisall#.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffe599;">For the other parts of growth and development, we shall see.
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<span style="font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: magenta;">I am in a constant
process of transformation. I learn from any and everything. When I look at d
birds, I learn the freedom to fly. Even if I never grow wings, I take solace in
the fact that was I to grow them; there is a sky to fly in. When I look at the
ants, I learn d lesson of storing for rainy days, d knowledge that d ants start
from a little bit of clay attached to another before the colony teaches me the
lesson of perseverance and determination. Nothing explains a journey of a
thousand miles beginning wit a step like them. As I go on in life and see how d
minutest of decisions can fulfill or alter the plans of our lives,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I've made it a duty to think thrice, check my thought again and
again, Never to live for the approval of others, to strive for self actualization,
to quit taking defeat while I stoop, to always explore the opportunity to be
better, to see d good in others no matter how difficult it might be, to love
fiercely, To despise just a little, to forgive and not necessarily forget, to
acquire the humility of great men, to be undisturbed by other people's
business, to make sure to at least pay a good deed forward everyday, to respect
the feelings of others even if I don’t understand them, to stay away from
grudges so I don’t overload my heart, to passionately seek that which pleases,
never to give up and ultimately, to share the love of God abroad my heart and
the hearts of others. lessons keep me in a constant process of transformation...</span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Inspired by a blog that I read which had something to do with personality changes over time, I decided to write a little something about certain changes in my life too. Not necessarily personality now, more like my change in taste of men.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">1-6 years: I was intensely in love with my dad.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This age range showed me in intenseandwhoopingslapacrosstheheadswooningeyesdramatic love for my dad. Everything he did just seemed extremely right. I wanted to have his kind of clothings, wanted to speak like him, infact, I “adore-lized” him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">6-10 years, I began to realize the presence of other men.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">At this range, I began to explore the possibilities of the existence of variations in the male specie besides my father and my elder bro (I never noticed my bro tho, eyes rolling and sucking teeth). I really did not fantasize about any man for a while. As I edged on closer to 10 years, I remember having a real crush on certain looking boys in my elementary school. At that point, I can clearly say I was attracted to good looking and serious minded boys. I had a strong thing for boys with good grades and great style (not that there was much of style as we were mostly dressed in uniforms). U knw that line between a nerd and a rad boy?...well, yh, that point.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #76923c; font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I moved into the realms of 11-15, stuck in the rut stage.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">For starters, I realized at this point that I wasn’t one of the cool girls…at ALL!!!!. I was constantly attracted to guys that will not even take a look twice. I was quite attractive with pretty good looking body, but I guess the guys I liked in elementary school felt like it was time for them to like me, while I had moved on to totallycoolwithoutgoodgradeskinda guys. Unfortunately, these kinda guys saw me as good girls so dint want me. Then, ghost of recent past began haunting me; the guys with good grades!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately, they still dint have style. The ones who had style and liked me just dint have good grades…sad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #000090; font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">16-to God knows when..still wondering</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">I began to explore more options. I fell in love with various kinds of people. I however realized that I met quite a number of gutsy males. If a guy is cool with good grades but is not willing to be a lil unpredictable or even seem a bit crazy, then, he isn’t worth the effort. Crazy is quite objective. I do not mean rave staking mad, I just want someone who might think outside the box a lil more. Not extremely abstract and unconstructive acts, nah…just a brother who knows how to make this sometimes dreary world worth living beautifully. I actually came to a conclusion that, good grades, coolness and “raddity” would not make the man. It’s all about how we all deal with one another. It will not suffice to say I have met my perfect match as at now, or I am deeply satisfied with all that there is, but I can guarantee that I will put my best into whatever it is that I have and try to continue to move. If my taste changes, I want the subject of my affection to be ready to be the new taste I might acquire. I am not willing to change the subject, just willing to tweak the characteristics.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Andale Mono"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Take this moment to appreciate the special ones in your lives. Make them know how far a journey it has been from childhood, and after various eliminations from the loving daddy stage till now, they are the last men standing. Happy Valentine</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-3733414661419692912012-01-08T15:15:00.000-08:002012-01-08T15:15:14.047-08:00Like a proverbial child.<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">I constantly stalk the blogs of others, leave with no form of comment and at most, with a few words. As I look back at my life, I realize I’ve always been that kind of person; one who comes and leaves highly unnoticed. That is not to say im boring considering the fact that everyone around me sees me as quite vocal and crazy. It is however that part of me which just finds it highly unnecessary to voice every of my opinion. Other times, I just feel like it’s highly unnecessary to bother the world with my self-propagating ideas. it all comes down to my lack of updates and tales on my blog despite the fact that my life has been considerably eventful. If I had to write a journal, I would have had to come up with something so I wonder why nothing pops as interesting when it comes to updating my blog. I did an intense soul searching and realized that I have a chronic case of procrastination and a high level of inconsistence. This is not only in my writing but in almost all ramification of my life. I have a very low level of consistency, I get bored with every and anything and in quick time too, I can sit still but in a restless manner as my very own thoughts come out in splurges like a #randomnopatternpainting#.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">I am trying to make some decisions, not necessarily a new year’s resolution as the confining sentence in itself is enough to get me breaking all the rules. I need to up my game on all spheres of my life. I need not be too hard on myself. I have to learn to appreciate the baby steps and look towards a grand picture. I have to know when my goals seem too far-fetched and perfect in order to either revamp or infuse some beautiful imperfections. In all, I just need to do sth.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #ff6600;">Im quite laid back but im extremely serious on the other end. Im not complicated but im not as easy as that sounds. Regardless of <span> </span>all these, im grateful to have this blog, the few readers right now and the eventual multiple readers. Im grateful for an opportunity to be aware of my weaknesses and the willingness to work on them and above all, im grateful for the gift of life.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: green;">Life is a blank board, you are the painter;be a protégé and come out with ur best painting….mcyriuss</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Thoinx </span></span></div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-10604172553274876172011-10-16T16:30:00.000-07:002011-10-16T16:30:06.619-07:00Open relationships<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Geneva;">OPENNESS</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">I am real sorry that I have barely even started before playing out a major truancy on my blog. Reasons for this misdemeanor are:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>1.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">Im in my junior year in college and the workload is getting exceptionally back breaking</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>2.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span> </span>I have a major flaw of procrastinating…(pls make it a prayer point for me)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>3.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">I have decided to allow this excuses to rob me of a good blogging experience…sad</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">Well, well, well, to the basics. Hw have my blogville family members been?... I was going through a recent edition of an Ebony magazine when I came across the article on open relationships and various points of view on it. To say Im bewildered by the recent trends of atrocities in marriages is to say the least. I believe the proprieties of marriage have been seriously compromised. I cannot for the life of me understand how two people who are supposed to be exclusive partners find it quite acceptable to sleep with other people and still consider their relationship exclusive.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">I can understand helping my partner to actually come to terms with his sexual orientation if I begin to suspect the brova of being on the down low, I can imagine breaking a pan on his head for sleeping with another sister, but actually consenting to such a relationship while I philander away on my own side is beyond me. Okay, what is the point of the marriage?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">Various excuses have come up for this poor arrangement:</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>1.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">To avoid divorce…duhhhhh</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>2.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">Each partner is not the prettiest nor the best… for realz?????</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;"><span>3.<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">…and many more sorry excuses.</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.5in;"><span style="color: #c2d69b; font-family: Geneva;">Whether I susbscribe to this or not is not an issue. I just think these educated and enlightened folks are really slow for all they think they know. Come on, my ancestors have opened up relationships tey tey. Many Africans have tales of grandparents and various step grandparents. Nonmonogamy has worked then for lack of ignorance as these people said. They felt those African folks were barbaric hence the ability to sustain more than a wife to man. It is however quite interesting that they have decided to garnish the same practise of “POLY”gamy and the other polies and name them Open relationships. In a society where sexual orientation is no longer certified by gender, how much more danger are we ready to accept? If there is an open relationship, then the institution of marriage is crumbled. The future of many other institutions also face extinction. How open are we to this new trend of “openness”….</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.5in;"><br />
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</div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-39883537705044389842011-09-06T19:48:00.001-07:002011-09-06T19:48:33.767-07:00Anumans<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #c4bc96; font-family: "Bauhaus 93"; font-size: 14pt;">MY SIBLINGS ARE HUMAN!!!! PUHLEEAASSEEEE</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff1b0f; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">I have nothing against loving the animals…I really don’t. I merely have a problem with people who have gone overboard in their defense of these animals. This thought was so much in my mind all day before I then went on <a href="http://theybf.com/2011/09/02/battleship-star-rihanna-dishes-on-the-kicking-butt-in-her-new-movie-and-honoring-the-troo"><span style="color: #ff1b0f;">http://theybf.com/2011/09/02/battleship-star-rihanna-dishes-on-the-kicking-butt-in-her-new-movie-and-honoring-the-troo</span></a> and saw PETA reprimanding Rihanna for wearing an outfit that is suspected to be real feathers from birds. For realz now??? . Come on PETA folks. I do not think anyone has not heard about this animal rights group and how they desire to tug unto an issue like the bull so why would Rihanna intentionally set herself up for such a tug? Im wondering. Besides, they have not stated any investigation affirming to the fact that those are real feathers… hmmm</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff1b0f; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">Actually, the precedent of this thought came from a personal incident. I was walking down my block one fateful day, yh…I need to mention my intense fear of animals of all kinds. I can admire them from a distance, but on close proximity? hmm, hmm mbano. We dnt gel like that. I also do not hesitate to let the owners and walkers know that, though, I think your pet is cute, I however do not wish to be in close quarters with it. So, this woman is walking her dog down the block and in my usual polite manner, I smile and then move off the curb onto a partial and safe distance of the road. This dog however smelled my fear and found it amusing as it practically tries to drag its owner towards me. At this realization, I inch off even further and my inching off gets me closer onto the road thereby running the risk of getting hit. I really dint care, as I just wanted to get away from the dog. The owner then says, “oh , she is nice. She merely wants to play with you”. I smiled and said, “I guess so but I am… (Stuttering so I don’t sound rude) kinda scared of animals”. At that, her face took on a venomous display of rage. She begins to scream as high as her lungs will let, “ why would she say she is scared of my baby? Do u run form your siblings? ohmygawd!!! Bitch!!!!.” She hisses, throws a tantrum and all the nine yards. I looked at her and said, “My siblings are humans not DOGS (emphasis). She just storms off saying all sorts.<span> </span>I then turned back and began to laugh.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff1b0f; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">I laughed at the sheer display of craziness. I understand loving a pet and all but putting a pet in place of a human??? Human rights activists should look into that. A society that is constantly plagued by an unnecessary cry for rights and freedom will suffer inconspicuous forms of bondage and enslavement. If a country known for a high level of freedom and rights has issues such as this both on domestic and larger scales, then there is reason for concern. I am all for animal rights but not at the detriment of the safety or freedom of humans…After all we are supposed to be in control not them.<span> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ff1b0f; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; font-size: 14pt;">Nice week everyone…</span></div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-63360106538830890982011-09-02T07:13:00.000-07:002011-09-02T07:13:23.242-07:00To my sister <style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffe629; font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14pt;">My younger sis, Timbuktu; Timby for shorts just left home for school after a long summer. Actually, she always has to leave but I think this time is different because during this summer break, we went through a great bonding process. You know, often times, when two people go through difficult times together, they tend to come out of it with a stronger bond than before. Well, I can quite infer that we went through that process and that left us with more respect and love for each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffe629; font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14pt;">Okay, so she leaves for school and I begin to feel extremely miserable. Its needless to say that my feeling of misery came not only from the physical separation but also the deplorable state in which she usually leaves the room when she has to leave home. I had so much fear to go back to the house after dropping her at the airport that I decided to stay at Sunshine’s (my innocent pleasure bf) job instead. Finally as dusk settled, he suggested in the sweetest tone, “Baby, do u want me to drop u off now? Or…” for fear of sounding like he does not want me around, he lets the sentence trail off. I just resigned to fate and said, “Yes”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffe629; font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14pt;">I lingered in the passageway before turning the doorknob. I finally did and voila!!!, the room was clean. I then realized that for the first time in forever, Timby tried to make the room as sane as she could manage. I walked in with an insane expectation to see her laptop on the bed, one misplaced leg of her just taken off shoes, her top on the shoe rack or even her royal self strutting into the room with a mischievous grin on her face. However, I wasn’t so lucky. I met the emptiness that we both left earlier in the day and for the first time in my life; I wish she had left the room in a mess. If she had, I would have had something to spend my time doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffe629; font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14pt;">I managed to clear up the little mess and I just lay on the bed. It was then that loneliness and boredom strolled in, sat by my bedside and began to murmur in my ears. Tears dropped from my eyes, as never before have I missed my sister so. I looked around several times over and began to replay the summer holidays and all sorts of things we got into. The ridiculous thing about how I felt is the fact that my bro and my dad were home, yet I felt like I was not just alone at home, but in the world…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #ffe629; font-family: "Apple Casual"; font-size: 14pt;">Incase Timby gets to read this, “I miss u like crazy. Even in those days when u r so incorrigible and downright annoying, I love u still. I probably did not realize how much love I have for you until now. However, I will not let an opportunity slide off to tell u that I really love u my sister.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-75414086909121020702011-08-28T09:29:00.000-07:002011-08-28T09:29:23.393-07:00NOTHING IMPORTANT <style>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #a0a7ff; font-family: "Curlz MT"; font-size: 16pt;">Often and often have I tried to have my own blog but I haven’t recorded much success. I made an attempt about 8 months ago and posted some random stuff. In recent days, I have been extremely bored and depressed about my boring life. In actual sense, im a very interesting person in my head; on the other hand, im not sure I can infuse my comic self into my writing. This has caused a heavy dose of discouragement for me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #a0a7ff; font-family: "Curlz MT"; font-size: 16pt;">Being one who never really gives up, I have decided to start all o’er again and even keep up this time. The randomness of my writing right now is the randomness of my thoughts so please bear wit me if between giving you a juicy gist, I go off on a randomlynotconnecting trail of thoughts.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #a0a7ff; font-family: "Curlz MT"; font-size: 16pt;">Right now, there isn’t much to tell u guys about besides my new determination to be a proficient blogger…hmmm. Yh. That’s it...OMG im even shy behind my laptop. Ok den bye</span></div>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193866378685265604.post-18349357611040189442010-12-09T12:40:00.000-08:002010-12-09T15:23:04.643-08:00I can do bad all by myself!!!<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">This has absolutely nothing to do with the Tyler Perry movie. It is a more realistic case and mcyriussly bothered about it. It is about the selfishness of men. <span style="color: #cc0000;">MEN! Yes MEN!!!</span>. Mind you, i'm not against that specie or creature as one might refer to them but mcyriussly worried about the darn things they do. If a man is selfish with his money, that is understandable because he worked for it</span><span style="font-size: large;">. </span><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">However, when a man becomes selfish with his God given abilities, then that becomes an issue for public concern.</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">Not to beat too much around the bush (so i dnt get lost), Men are so selfish. When a man and a woman are in the bedroom, doing that thin....gggg, both parties are entitled to full satisfaction and a "cum" to fulfillment.No jokes right now and this is not one of those talks. this is more serious than preparing to talk to the kids about the act. The trend goes thus; he touches are where he wants to, makes her touch him where he wants to and when he groans, and den c**s, the act is over. What then happens to the woman?????...she resorts to various devices ranging from dildo to vibrations from the washing machine.</span><br />
<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">Now the issue is this, if the women can get their own via various devices, why then involve these male folk???#justasking. Women can do bad all by themselves.Maybe when these men know that much, they'ld stop acting indispensable and try to SATISFY their women</span><br />
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<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">P.S there are a few good men.trust me mcyriuss</span>mcyriusshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03072155371777400693noreply@blogger.com4