<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:01:15.903Z</updated><title type='text'>klaweru</title><subtitle type='html'>sociable,opinionated,strong willed fussy independent woman and bubbly all year round</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-116247375156449372</id><published>2006-11-02T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:31:56.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I blogged earlier this year and confessed that I had not found my voice. Well.... the search continues except my openness and the strong views I hold. I remain easy to talk to and debate, but I find that most of my collegues still insist on arguing against facts.... which defies logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will keep trying. I am not here to change everyone's view but just to hold strong and healthy debate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watching the news everyday simply makes me more aggreveted. I am not a saint or righteous either but the pretense and outright stupidity that faces me sickens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The whole country has been debating about how the teens and yobs have taken over our lives. Well what do you expect when they have no fear whatsoever. And now, they blame it on the parents who cannot contain their children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well bbooooo hoooo. These parents were denied the right to discipline their children when spanking was declared illegal. N we all know that the only thing that made us do the right thing as children was the fear of the cane. I do not know about you but most of us dared not defy any one because we all knew that by evening, one way or another, word would have got to our parents and a thourough beating lay ahead of us. Now I know why spanking was written off,children have rights and some were abused by their parents to the point of beatins resulting to death or severe diasability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;well if the law has helped these children..... I am yet to see or hear of any statustics. Because the natty pyhos who meantally, physically or sexually assault their children continue to do so. Am sure we have all seen those tearful adverts that try to get us to donate some money to these agencies. Surely the law has not protected the people it ntended to protect, instead, it has created a far worse scenario, whereby most children who would benefit from a light spank to straighten them cannot.... On top of that, the teachers in school cannot do that either. So who is supposed to discipline these children? The police,..... Who knows?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Which is why more and more children are obese, because their parents cannot  pursuade their children to eat well because they have no authority over them. These same children then fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyone who dares to stand up to them. In the last month, more than five adults have lost their lives because they asked hauling teenagers to keep quiet. These children simply cannot respect anyone, because they do not even know how to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The sad issue is that the behaviour we see in this country is slowly trickling down to poorer countries where corporal punishment has been banned in schools..... another disturbing issue for another day. I am not advocating or claiming that disciplining children via corporal means is the only way, but surely it did work before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-116247375156449372?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/116247375156449372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=116247375156449372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/116247375156449372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/116247375156449372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-blogged-earlier-this-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-115085149013697091</id><published>2006-06-21T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:58:10.153Z</updated><title type='text'>too many thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have so many thoughts, so many ideas... I just have not yet found my voice... i'll try... Lately many things have been getting on my nerves, but since we are living in a world of seriouse political correctness, am not sure what i say will rub on the intended way to readers... anywhooooooooo the internet is the only place where we have freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I recently read an article on common sense and just how far we have gone far from it. Ever thought of how one gets prosecuted for self defence, yet people are paid millions to fight in rings...  possibly kill each other in the name of sports... but i find that these matters harldy interest people as some people are too caught up with showbiz and silly sitcoms that I feel am speaking to walls sometimes when I get chatty n believe me I can chat especially after a shot or 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometime I feel like I could move to an island out of this world and cut  off any sort of external communication... survive on wild fruits like the homo habilis supposedly did.. something like the swiss robinson family... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't it amazing? we strive so hard to become more civil n stuff yet... simplicity is the ultimate secure and most comfortable way of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-115085149013697091?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/115085149013697091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=115085149013697091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/115085149013697091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/115085149013697091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/06/too-many-thoughts.html' title='too many thoughts'/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-114800125728204869</id><published>2006-05-19T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:01:13.223Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Am back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;After a long and well deserved break, I have been sitting my final. We never learn! You'd think that after years of sch, we'd learn to do our work in time to hand in without unnecessary presure, but oh no. Anyway, I was sat at one of the computer desks in Uni,lost in thought, trying hard to work on a conclusion. I did not realise that I was gazing, well this guy thought that I was looking at him, so he waved, and I waved back, otherwise it'd be rude. So there I was, lost in my work, when he suddenly appeared, and jumped straight in conversation as if we were mates. He proceeded to introduce himself and within minutes, he was asking for my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Now usually when I have time, I try to explain and educate guys by telling them that not every smile means I like you. At least he was quick to notice that I was busy.Anyway am sure most ladies will agree with me on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;enough about that... i have a lot to catch up on... i did not realise that i did not send this draft despite the fact that i'd started it in may!... so much for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-114800125728204869?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/114800125728204869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=114800125728204869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114800125728204869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114800125728204869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-back-after-long-and-well-deserved.html' title=''/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-114553131429185414</id><published>2006-04-20T11:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:05:25.856Z</updated><title type='text'>klaweru</title><content type='html'>klaweru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foolish faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like some of my peers, I come from a christian background. But as far back as I can remember, it was taboo to ask difficult questions about God. He is mysterious, they always told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As a confused child, I always asked my R.E teacher loads of disturbing questions. Lucky for me, she was open minded and was not put off by me. I never encountered any atheists or people who knew nothing and did not care about religion or faith as it may be. Now as I look back and question some of the teachings, I realise that there are some inconsistencies. I try to engage some of my peers in talking about it, but the fear that was instilled in us while growing up takes the better part of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember once talking to some of my pals about how a certain group was claiming that Jesus and his disciples were homesexuals. They told me that they could not talk about it lest they were struck by lightning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was not advocating the claim, hey, it was just a healthy debate. I guess that is why some church leaders do some heinous things that go unnoticed or peple turn a blind eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They say that ,that is a man of God, n that human is to error. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am disturbed by people who will not leave any room for any other explanantion about our origins, our creator etc. Knowing this, some religious leaders take advantage and milk their congregations dry. I remember one guy gave up his entire school fees (for a university in the US) to his church because pastor wanted to buy a jet so as to evangelise and in far reaching places in East Africa! I would like to know the rational behind this, especially since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; not all the folk in Nairobi are believers, nor is the jet/helicopter the only means of transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I suspect that if the transport network in those places is that terrible, chances are the people's basic needs are not met. Imagine a preacher arriving in style to preach to malnourished people. I guess they die knowing they are going to heavean ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N y on earth does one need a jet or helicopter to spread the word? Forgive me, I guess they do not want to suffer exhaustion which may deter them from delivering the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Besides, as we are told Jesus travelled on a donkey ... Some parents left their children alone an entire weekend without food, because they stayed in church especially when there was a crusade. I am led to believe that some people have a calling, but is it fair to leave one's children unattended to go and worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well I prefer to listen to everything with an open mind. No one should be afraid to talk about religion. It is a known fact that people apply knowledge better when they understand it...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-114553131429185414?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/114553131429185414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=114553131429185414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114553131429185414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114553131429185414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/04/klaweru_20.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114546786071984336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114546786071984336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/04/klaweru-april-2006_19.html' title='klaweru: April 2006'/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-114545803236209979</id><published>2006-04-19T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:09:03.513Z</updated><title type='text'>klaweru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://klawersh.blogspot.com/"&gt;klaweru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck might have had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, the inevitable finally happened to say the least, I begun my day with a bang, details are not important but I was on a high this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;With brand new hair do, the world was my oyster, I was reigning with confidence and glowing like sunrise. The outfit, was one to kill, or at leastone that beg attempted suicide. Anyway, the student life does not permit luxuries, any chance to beat the system on any saving is always welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;So I had my chance, N anyway, why should I pay a ridiculous amount of money for fare for just four stops? Looking chic, I caught a train this morning, looking confident but nervous like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;drunk driver awaiting  breathliser results (not that I know anything about that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt; I thought of standing by the door incase the boys in blue came searching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;But my feet were killing me in my gorgeous boots, so i opted to take a seat. A decision I regret heavliy, my nearest seat  was one where this guy who felt no need to cover his manhood sat directly opposite me. I had no interesting book to read. Since I was sat in anakward position, I had few options to turn my head, which meant that whichever way I turned, my eyes would always end up right by this dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Funny how everyone pretends to sleep while travelling on the train, some people fix their eyes on one spot. You could actually mistake them to be artists or architects, or even blind given the way they scrutinise the same spot throughout the whole journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Anyway, I noticed a few people who were as nervous as me. My best bet was to keep up with their eye movement, because I know we were all thinking the same..(whoever gets to the toilet first..) I saw one  guy dash past me.The look the guy gave me was enough to prepare me for the worst. Sure enough, I looked behind only to see a plain clothed inspector... and the words I have been dreading since September... you guessed it ( Tickets please)... I had no where to run, I suspect that had I attempted to make a run for it, I would have been asked to stop. All thoughts through ny mind. Should I play the deaf card, black card,  my feminine talented pose? I had no time to formulate a lie... I wished the train could suddenly stop, all in vain. So I sat patiently waiting for the trigger. I tried to smile at him, blink at him.... the mascara did not work... So I proceeded to tell him that I had no ticket as if he was selling tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Why did u not buy ur ticket? I responded that the train was leaving just as i arrived. Do you think that is the drivers business?.... I wasted no time.. I parted with £20, painfully, signed the receipt as though i was signing off a deal. I almost shook hands with him to close the deal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Everyone was staring at me. How I wished I had taken my shades with me. Anyway, I held my head high, waited for the train to stop, and walked away gracefully but quietely laughing at myself, sweating profusely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-114545803236209979?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/114545803236209979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=114545803236209979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114545803236209979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114545803236209979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/04/klaweru.html' title='klaweru'/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26254993.post-114521622833735770</id><published>2006-04-16T19:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:11:27.940Z</updated><title type='text'>beginner</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I dont know how this things work pls bear with me, by my side as always is my boyfriend who is trying to convince me to be a blogger.My character is that of an open minded person , I try to listen others opinions before i judging but jana was a test of all measures . This dude yani is was not so polite i would call the guy a "boy"(coz my muthuri is here i cannot say what I really want to say ........anyway) .This dude grabs the mic and shout "all the men hold on to ur bitches"...&lt;br /&gt;This was at a lovely gig hosted by some of our best kenyan DJ's in the UK... So the jamma was busy doing his thing on the mic as fly mama's danced along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me old fashioned but.. these euphemisms, and political correctness does not work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Calling fat pple big boned.... druggies are now reffered to as substance abusers... there is no end to this unnecessary correctness.... when celebrities go kukus... they call it severe exhaustion.Believe me there's more to this madness. But that's not what this is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not care whether the term bitch as some fellows tried to corrupt to (Beautiful, Intelligent, Truthfull, Caring and Honest), that is neither here nor there.... Any self respecting jamma(guy) ought to know not to refer to women with such detestful verbs.... Just because some rappers use explicit language and make ' cash does not mean it works for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides we all know that when they get home... they treat their partners , with respect..Anywhooooooooo, I could go on for longer, but the comp skills are not the best n I require help with this blog stuff. But hey... once I get rolling. I'll get typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am out... klawersh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26254993-114521622833735770?l=klawersh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/feeds/114521622833735770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26254993&amp;postID=114521622833735770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114521622833735770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26254993/posts/default/114521622833735770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klawersh.blogspot.com/2006/04/beginner_16.html' title='beginner'/><author><name>klaweru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15370373874768972296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
