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Wednesday, April 04, 2007
New York to London
So I am sitting at my desk bored beyond belief and I get this email from Funmi in NY;
Just take 60 seconds to do this: Please pass this along to your friends & family
1. go to www.google.com
2. click on "maps"
3. click on "get directions"
4. type "New York" in the first box (the "from" box)
5. type "London" in the second box (the "to" box)(hit get directions)
6. scroll down to step #23
I figured why the hell not? I aint doing shit anyway! She was right about the 60 seconds part infact I think it was less sef. I fell on the floor laughing my ass off! Are you freaking kidding me? Google don mad o! Oya your turn...try it out, its worth the laugh! I even tried NC to London too...buhhahahaha....IZTEWMUSH!
Thanks Funmi!!
The Odds are against me but pile up enough Odds and you are Even. The inevitability of my ability to consistently overcome overwhelms me. As do the magnificence of God's grace towards me and mine. I marvel at my proximity to my destiny. I am astounded that Can't, Won't and Later disrupt my journey to greatness. A conscious decision is mine to make and christen them Can, Will and Now! My reflection gazes back at me with another challenge at hand, procrastination hinders my reaching my destination. Don't tell me where I should go till you walk in my shoes. Yesterdays mistakes are for tomorrows amends, yet I ponder on them like the hand of time changes? Mediocrity has become a comfort zone and I have turned obstacles into road-blocks rather than stepping-stones, I find myself compromising my integrity as I try to maintain the status quo. How easy it is to condemn me and defame my character, when you really should commend me, and applaud my efforts. Intimidated by my confidence, you misconstrue it as arrogance, I know who I am.... A strong, black-diamond in the rough, a female soldier, a Queen amongst her peers.. now who the hell are you?
