I tipped the porter then stood at the balcony staring at the ocean now a sinister shade of blue, almost black. The sun had only just set behind the flat line of the horizon dotted with boats drifting home. I saw this message when I was coming from the gym, endorphins thumping in my ear. Why Are We Rushing? Enter your email address to subscribe. Why Are We Rushing? Instagram has returned invalid data.

Doesnt the name say it all? Me, myself, I and nobody else. The Diary of a Kenyan Campus Girl. Life, The Universe and Everything. Dawn of a new Edge. Friday, May 14, 2010. Wednesday, November 25, 2009. Conversing with the inner you. This particular inner me is one of the saner on.

The Diary of a mad Teenager. Here, the madness of the mind is unleashed. Thursday, May 8, 2008. Sing me no songs,. Cry me no tears,. To all the people who were made her days, kina modo, Xs, Acolyte and all the rest on her blogroll, thanks. Perhaps you might find her here.

50 x 50 x 50 Number Fifty. Monday, 14 March 2016. 50 x 50 x 50 Number Forty Nine. Close up of Lichen on the wall. Wednesday, 9 March 2016. 50 x 50 x 50 Number Forty Eight. 50 x 50 x 50 Number Forty Seven. super close up of the carpet. Sunday, 6 March 2016. 50 x 50 x 50 Number Forty Six. Saturday, 5 March 2016.

December 16, 2010 by SupremeGREAM. Forget the brief delay courtesy of her shaky hands lacking in precision to hit the keyhole on the first try while opening the door. But he remembers how his favorite shirt got torn and lost its buttons. Pants flew and kisses flooded as passion engulfed them. Blood threatening to leak out fast from his woody.