Its 1:40 am.I finally have a wordpress blog.

Like the total amateur blogger  that I am,i just deleted a really inspiring opening post for my new personal blog.This,folks,is really horrible.Its like that time when you successfully reach a high score,you delete the value,then try to reach it again.However this time,you don’t even approach half of the original mark.

Here is what happened:I decided to type straight into wordpress.com ( I’m actually still doing the same thing…)and I hit publish post,so confidently,only to discover  the only thing I had published was the title.

The time now is 3:02 am.I have an iPhone 3GS to jailbreak,I have to sleep because I just transferred into my new hostel,my new girlfriend will be here tomorrow(we haven’t seen each other in a week or so),I am not done with my registration into the new faculty( did you realize there are three ‘new’ things going on?)

You deserve to know who I am.I explained it in my lost post but I guess I better stop whining and give you what i have…or a taste of it…

I am a male,African,precisely Cameroonian.22.Son,brother and friend.Student Journalist and tech fanatic.I used to love video games.I mean like really,REALLY love them.One of my blog posts will be :How I finished Prince of Persia:The Sands of Time in Two days without peeing and sleeping.

However one day I woke up(it was not actually a day,it took me five years…seriously)and my priorities changed.

This blog had been one of my priorities and I had been pushing it aside.The buck stops today.I am posting this as  a challenge to myself.

I am unique.Everyone is.(I actually discovered today I could be a real pain in the ass without even trying!!. I will write a post on that.)I have a story.Mine.No one in billions of years will ever be exactly like me.I owe it to myself to be the best me.I owe it to myself to grow,learn,improve and conquer my mind every single day.

I am responsible for my happiness.

This blog is an outlet for my thoughts.I will tell many stories here.My stories.They are pitiful,some hilarious,some sad and most interesting.They have one thing in common:I narrate them from my point of view.Thus they biased and one sided.I would want to be the hero in all,but if I do… what will be the fun in that?

lately I have been reading a blog http://www.jamesaltucher.com/.One thing I have learned is bleeding:It is pouring out your gut unto paper.Writing things down only if they scare the shit out of you.I intend to do that.James does it so well and I am just half his age,the least I can do is bleed half as well.

I am human.I have faults,many.I made someone get pissed this evening.I actually never liked him that much but this incident got me mad as well.Picture this:

I have moved into my new hostel(you will know why soon) and the floor is all tiles(yes,its a big deal that my floor is tiles,it means I can keep it shiny and walk bare feet.P.S I hate shoes). The guy whose room I’m taking is a good friend of mine.Let’s call him Diggory.Digg and I have a subset of friends.One of them is Samuel.Its not his name as you guess rightly,and Samuel did get me pissed today.A little history:Ive known Digg for  three years now.He is a friendly fellow who hates getting in the way of others.He is easy going but not very focused.He has a girlfriend whom he loves a lot and he is a University graduate.I met Samuel through him.As one of our local expressions go:”Our bloods don’t match”.

I’m kind of a dick.I really get childish when I’m hungry and small things tick me off.I’m pretty happy when I’m alone and I once thought (and actually still believe) I am manic-depressive.I honestly think Sam is proud,full of himself and too carefree for my liking.Point being :I don’t like him and I can tolerate his attitude only when I does not affect me directly.Today,however,He was in my shooting range.

So,the tiles;I swept and mopped my floor,I can’t afford a carpet…yet.Its bare and cold but at least clean.I crawl on it,enjoying the fruit of my labor.Savoring every hard angle.The rule is simple.It has always been(or so I thought till this evening):GET YOUR SHOES OFF WHEN YOU GET INTO A HOUSE WITH A CLEAN FLOOR!!!

I guess Sam did not attend the civics lesson that day,and I was about to find out,the hard way.Ill continue this post tomorrow.I promise.

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