Paris Hilton! Is she a master of deception, or an honest blonde that screws up just like any other human and ends up in the news? If she probably belches its news, its fashionable, and it makes her money, if I belch its lack of manners and I am roasted. The world is not fair read on.
She is rich, and got famous and had phenomenon ratings from getting a sex tape on the web. Her work ethic/day job intrigues me given she has a vague job description. If I tried myself, doing a lot of the nearly nothing that she does without even putting 100% to it, I am sure I would die a poor broke miserable old man. Yet when Paris does it, she makes more money and world headlines faster than the Middle East.
How can you explain this, I am in Kenya and still it baffles me, the fascination the press and people have for her. It’s unexplainable that the whole of the state of California comes to stand still when she gets in and out of jail. Heck! she even overshadowed Wimbledon.

The world has changed much but its still round it’s a mega world. If I want something of anything I want it grand and spectacular and show stopping. Making the faces turn. It’s the mega phenomenon it’s not bound to vanish. For the ladies there is mega shopping through credit cards. For the men the mega cars, mega hot lady, and mega fast life. For me it’s my mega appetite typical of hyenas. I know now I have shattered your fantasy you should meet me and we have a meal. Better still lets have a megameeting.com you don’t have to meet me face to face. It’s virtual via video conferencing on www.megameeting.com. Plus I will restrain myself from my erratic feeding habit.

If you are a starving writer like me trying to get consistent writing gigs I know your pain. You send out your articles and the editors of magazines don’t even reply. Then came, Adsense the Google franchise where you post your article or story flanked by some Google adverts. Those advertisements are supposed to mint you money as your article is read. And possibly turn you into an internet millionaire. But there is a twist to it, just follow me. It’s not as direct as it sounds.
The whole idea of making money through writing via Adsense sounds promising. It’s supposed to be, as the readers enjoy your creative edge, they also get attracted by the advertisements posted by your story and click them. That is how one makes money.

Hey let me tell you something that struck my mind of late. In our everyday lives we work, we rest and we work more and in the evening we sleep. But is this all there is no. I sit down at times in the quiet nights and listen to my heart beat and I wonder what if for two minutes it skipped a beat. Well suffice to say I would be history in the world but everlasting in eternity. It is that simple let me break it down.

First I met your daughter,
I fell for her she played hard to get scared; I thought I had no charm.
Then with persistent she succumbed to my charm.
She said “James it is time you met mother”
I said “well that soon”
She said preying on my weakness “you love me don’t you”
I said “sure I do”
My heart was willing, although it almost had an attack.
The day was here, and you were there, soon to be mother in law,
Just across the table, watching me with keen eye like a hawk
That had to come to snatch without mercy your daughter
I was uneasy forgive me for when I was chewing the food,
You asked the question,
“Who are you?”
“Well I am” then atchooooo!
That fickle sneeze altered your perception of me if any.
Well with the food in my mouth I sneezed right at your new dress
You took it like a woman and yelled “do you know how this dress what this cost me”
I answered like a potential son in law under siege.

First I met your daughter,
I fell for her she played hard to get scared; I thought I had no charm.
Then with persistent she succumbed to my charm.
She said “James it is time you met mother”
I said “well that soon”
She said preying on my weakness “you love me don’t you”
I said “sure I do”
My heart was willing, although it almost had an attack.
The day was here, and you were there, soon to be mother in law,
Just across the table, watching me with keen eye like a hawk
That had to come to snatch without mercy your daughter
I was uneasy forgive me for when I was chewing the food,
You asked the question,
“Who are you?”
“Well I am” then atchooooo!
That fickle sneeze altered your perception of me if any.
Well with the food in my mouth I sneezed right at your new dress
You took it like a woman and yelled “do you know how this dress what this cost me”
I answered like a potential son in law under siege.

Imagine one day you hear on News a Disney World Executive announcing. “Ladies and gentlemen I am pleased to announce that Dick Cheney will be starring in the next The Mask 3 movie sequel. He has signed a contract with us after his tenure of vice president expires he will begin working on the project immediately.” Digest that wild thought and be careful to not choke. How would Americans react at such announcement, Dick Cheney in comedy? He should see a psychiatrist.

In being an alcoholic, I would always pride myself in being one who became an intellect after I got drunk, otherwise known as the intellectual drunk. I oozed false wisdom and fake charisma, after some few bottles that I didn’t possess when I was sober. Now I am not sure my claim would be politically correct because, besides the “being high” aspect, there was always the major league screw up part, which would steal the highlights of my charisma and wisdom.

Here is an excerpt of an interview process conversation. The interview was conducted by a media company looking for a female newscaster. The executives were conducting it then on a girl who was desperate, to the point of ignorant that when she saw the words on the classifieds “expose your talent by working on TV”, she assumed it was a raunchy gig.

Here is how it went:

Studio Executive: so Miss Trisha can you tell us what you are bringing to our media company?

Trisha: I want to be a star of your company, you all sound so formal the last audition I went the interviewer just checked out my chest upwards and I was hired. Hey I am comfortable with professional male groping. Since I am sure you guys produce music rap videos just pay. In real life I don’t though.

Studio Executive: Well here we don’t. What is your experience in the media?

Gender, defines the collective state of being either male or female. Yet this is where the collective commonness of being either male or female ends. Sexuality is the being exclusively male or female not being both except by deciding to. But in recent times, this has changed. Sexuality these days is not exclusive anymore; in a shuffle of surgeon knives one can have a sex change to change his gender and sexuality. Gender, is a dragon that if not well tamed, will unleash discrimination that civil rights leaders have never predicted.