I Ponder

Valentine mAdNeSs

2011-02-10T08:20:00.000-08:00

*Red Alert*The V-day is nigh!Men are in danger of being smothered! I just spent a fortune(considering i am not working yet..yes, it is a fortune) buying gifts for my valentine. It is a small token that holds much importance for both the missus and yours truly. For her, it is a time to be pampered while for me it's pure torture. Pure torture because if i do not deliver i stand the risk of being alone on Tuesday 15th February 2011.I do not intend to be alone anytime soon so i'll just strive to get her sth__even if it means having to Okoa Jahazi(borrowing cash) Truth be told,if i were told to skip one day of my life,it would have to be this "Day of love". I don't see anything about love here. Seriously, this is one day specifically made for all men in relationships to make asses of themselves. Imagine a grown man walking in town with a huge bouquet of flowers in hand and a silly grin slapped on the poor fellows face.(A piece of advice to men..please send someone to deliver whatever bribe you are taking to your sweetheart)Today i heard many a girl telling their dudes not to forget this very important day(for them)I sympathize with the men who may not manage to foot all the expenses.If you might not be able to scrape through that darned bill..ebu anza kuchapa route 11(i hope you know what that is). For the ladies, please do not expect too much.

Tweet Power

2011-02-05T08:32:00.000-08:00

That twitter and other social networking sites have revolutionized the global political scene is not something to be argued.The fortunate(or maybe unfortunate)happenings are clearly seen in the North African countries of Tunisia,and Egypt.Twitter has been at the fore-front by acting as a reliable news source in this somewhat troubled states. Egypt for instance has been the trending topic for a while in the past week.It was common to see tweets(posts on twitter) being preceded by the hash tag #egypt and #tahrirsquare. The most amazing thing is that despite Egypt President Mubarak's attempts to gag the internet site, techno-savvy Egyptians somehow managed to tell the world the intricate happening's of the country.Even though President Mubarak's allies tried to prevent international journalists from reporting as it was in Egypt,even going as much as threatening them, the upsurge in Egypt continued to be talked about on the social networking site. This is what i call tweet power(somehow corrupted from the phrase 'people power')I am sure the founders of twitter had not anticipated that their *works of art* would redefine the political landscape in some countries. It isn't a wonder that facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg was named 'Time Person OF The year' last year. We can't say that this redefinition is as a result of twitter but rather that twitter accelerated the 'redefinition' This is unlike years past when revolutions were either accelerated by word of mouth or through the print media. We can only wonder what tweet power will lead to in future

2011-02-05T06:40:00.000-08:00

My Top Ten Tweets of 2010

2011-01-15T07:57:00.000-08:00

2010 saw some people post the most hilarious tweets on twitter. I've rated them from number 10 to number 1...according to me.(humour is relative with people)

10.@Crazynairobian Lol. After iPhone, iPad, iTouch for priests, they are now releasing iDiot and iNdia. @amColloNelMinaj #NewAppleReleases

9.@statusmessages just found a 'made in Taiwan' stamp on my left buttock! #funny

8.@statusmessages I maybe fat ..But I can lose weight .U just cant fix STUPID!! #funny

7.@amtheCollonel : It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular level I'm really quite busy!!!!

6.@fabio_capello How come baby Jesus didn't have a crib for a bed - his dad was a fucking carpenter.

5.@lizzy_wheezy XD RT @HexHeizzy: hehe RT @iamrodneyking: Walking in Riverroad n I just saw the Kenyan version of Machete. Its called panga...

4.@sickolia Ati if Ed,Edd and Eddy were kenyan they would be kip,kipchir and kipchirchir.

3.@alfredmutua Kiraitu Murungi, and his trousers too, have gone for lunch

2.@Don_Ndritu #thingsyoudontwanttohearinsurgery 'Are you sure HE had a uterus before?'
1. @crazynairobian There's a guy in this mat whose relationship with his toothbrush is listed as complicated.

p/s follow me at @amtheCollonel.Feel free to comment

ABSOLUTELY RANDOM.

2011-01-06T10:47:00.000-08:00

I don't know what is more fascinating..that I've finally bothered to blog (which is ironical considering my interest in writing) or that am writing this out of plain frustration and the need to blow off some steam. You decide. By you I mean the person who has graciously bothered to read this unflattering and probably non-sensical piece. I'd be undoubtedly surprised if you do not give up towards the end out of boredom. For those who are looking for a wide range of collegeboard-like vocabulary, this note might not necessarily live up to your expectations. I prefer to keep my writing simple to accommodate even the light-headed. Well, enough beating around the bush*no pun intended*. Since when life gives you a lemon, you're supposedly supposed to make lemonade yet I don't have the strength to squeeze a lemon right now, I should probably be looking for a blender #metaphorically speaking#. Needless to mention that this post seems not to be going anywhere topically. I should just leave it at that and bask in the satisfaction of seeing:
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PS: The three minutes of your life wasted in reading this note will never be recovered.Happy New Year by the way!

Labrinth - Let The Sun Shine [Official Music Video]

2010-12-05T01:30:00.000-08:00

HIGH SCHOOL FINALLY ENDS!!!!!!!

2010-11-26T11:50:00.001-08:00

It is over...Finally. The 12 years of ‘quality education’ *read toil* have finally ended. I guess the world really starts at 17(or 18 for most high school leavers).I have got a whole life ahead for me _at least that’s what most people say to me. Unfortunately, my whole life-and that of my family if I ever have any-will be determined by what I wrote on the KNEC papers(and what I did not write)That I scalded my hands badly while doing my physics practical will not matter to anyone.
This keeps me thinking. How many condemned ‘failures’ are there out there. How many condemned Beethoven’s, Tupac Shakurs or Tiger Woods are there? Why do exams determine one’s destiny? I, having found my way to the prestigious Alliance High School should have the answer to this but, I also ponder on this.

IN PURSUIT OF GREATNESS- A DOG’S STORY

2010-11-26T11:38:00.001-08:00

Maybe pixie dust was the missing ingredient. But each night, little Simba lay on the front lawn of the Muriukis, gazing at the moon and the stars above him. He wondered what those things up there were. What happened so that they got stuck up there? But majorly he kept wishing that he would one day be as bright and wonderful to everybody and every dog as the little spots up in the sky at night.

Oh, how they twinkled, how they made him -a dog-smile. Even dogs would do anything for that feeling. What would he do? Join a circus and be the greatest sniffer? Rider? Maybe even a lion tamer? What would he have to do? It seemed that his choices were amongst those that would almost be impossible to him because of his small body and reserved taste for risk.

Oh, now how sulked and quietly sobbed,hitting his head against the ground. It had been like this for many months now and the Muriukis were wondering what was wrong with their puppy. But nobody, even the veterinary doctor, would tell where the puppy was sick. Maybe because it wasn’t physical… Pixie dust. That’s what he needed. Then he would have faith. And fly.

Pixie dust came in the form of a passing mutt, old and grey. He was called Monty and he was surprised to see the little Rottweiler in such a damp mood. It wasn’t good. So he approached the little puppy and greeted him. “Hey! You there!” Little Simba was scared stiff. Where would he go? Where was mummy and daddy? Where was Kevin? How come Mr. Muriuki had left the gate open today? However, he still managed to give a weak “Yes, Sir!” And before he thought of running away when Monty came too close, he found Monty seated next to him.

“Why do you gaze so forlorn at the stars?” Monty asked, “You are such a young soul…you should be happy, free, adventurous and wild. Leave all that sadness for me…because you know what kid? I wish I were a pup once again.”

“Really, Sir?”

“Oh, Come on, my dear don’t call me sir!” Monty corrected, “Call me Monty-and you’ll find it more appropriate one day”

“Ok, Monty” Simba corrected, now a little more courageous because of the established rapport. “Why do you need to be small again?”

“Oh, you see when I was young; I wanted to be a great dog…” “I also want to be a great dog…”Simba interjected fearlessly.” Aha! Then let’s say that I was just like you, with so many dreams, looking at the skies and wondering if I would be as great as the stars.”

“Even me! Oh, please tell me what you did to be a great dog! Oh! Please! Please!” Simba cried and wagged his tail hitting Monty repetitively on the sides. “Wow, where did that energy come from!”Monty asked in a deep voice, “I thought you were a little sad”

“Well, that’s because I didn’t know how to be great. And everything seemed too big for me. But now you’re here and you’re going to tell me… Simba’s eyes were bright under the moonlight and Monty remembered how it was when he was young.

“Well, first of all I’ll tell you that things are not really as they seem. What you think is small really is big and what you think is small really is great.”

“What do you mean?” Simba asked. “Well take me for example” Monty began, “I left my family in search for greatness. I became a street dog and a wanderer for a while. I joined the circus and became the greatest dog hoop jumper. However, I had no friends as I practiced every single hour when not asleep. I was more of a slave, an item of entertainment rather than a symbol of ability. In fact, people didn’t think I was great: they thought the act was. That affected me.”

“I grew up in my master’s home but as soon as the crowd had seen plenty of other such great acts, I was of no use anymore. I was thrown out to the streets. So my youth was gone, my value in the market was gone and I had no friends and family. I even didn’t have a girl! This even meant that I would not have family to call my own.”

Monty was now crying and he turned to face away from Simba. Simba was confused on what to do yet his heart reached out to Monty and he found himself saying “Don’t worry Monty. I will be your friend!” When these words reached Monty’s ears, it was like a revelation of how life should have been had he not strived for an illusion and fake appeal. To him Simba had become great.

“Well thank you dear!”

“Don’t call me dear; call me Simba!” Simba interjected with a dog’s smile.

“Okay Simba, thank you but I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Home.”

“You don’t have a home!” Simba told him, “Only a place to live…”When Monty heard that he knew that it was the truth.”Stay with us. My keepers are good people and will take you in. They will save you from the dog hunters and you will be happy…and I will be happy too.

“Sure? Oh dear I wouldn’t want to burden you!”

“No! Its no burden and besides, it’s the least I can do…You are a great dog Monty” Simba said and looked up to the sky,” See, I can even see you in the sky”

“And I can see you there too Simba. Where the biggest star shines”

And it was a great lesson Simba learnt that day. He got to know that when it comes to greatness, its surely the small things that do count. He made sure that he would neither forget that nor Monty. Monty died gracefully one week later after that meeting.

Even though he had followed the illusion of greatness for so long, in the end, had learnt that the meaning of greatness and had wonderfully passed it down to Simba when he really needed it.

So he wouldn’t need to chase the illusion too…

THE END.

Collonel .Many people follow greatness, but really, it’s the ants who find it…everytime.