The Name is Keeks

2011-12-29

eject: Nurse Reveals Top 5 Regrets of the Dying

From Arise India Forum:

“For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own…

Source: t.co

2010-10-31

A Lego wallet?!? Yes please! Not gonna front, I’d totally rock this little gem right here…

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This is beyond dope!!!

The Gutter Art Of São Paulo

Originally brought to my attention via Dream Hampton on Twitter

2010-10-22

I want this for a smoking room…. Complete awesomeness….

2010-10-21

tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Egypt… NO wait, Amsterdam… How about Europe as a whole.

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Hmmmm…. I wonder which one is Barack Obama?!?!?!! Oh yeah, he’ll be at USC tomorrow, 10/22/10… I’ll be there, hope to see some of my L.A. folks out there too…

I remember my mom, little sister,and I moving to Tulsa, Oklahoma to live with my grandparents when I was in the 1st grade or so. It was all new to me, going from a big city, to small town like that so suddenly. I remember church being a very regular thing to attend and children not being allowed soda, unless it was diluted with water. I also remember waking up one early Saturday morning (I’m Seventh-Day Adventist), and running behind schedule to be ready in time for church. Although I got dressed in time, I still hadn’t eaten breakfast, this was not going to fly for 2 reasons: 1) Church is all day, I mean all damn day. 2) My tummy was already growling, so I knew I wasn’t going to last long without becoming extremely irate. Now, I did what any other kid would do in my situation, run to the kitchen and make a quick sandwich before an adult was demanding for me to get in the car. I grabbed some meat, which I had mistaken for pastrami, threw it on some bread and took the biggest bite ever. Little did I know, the meat in my mouth was not pastrami, but salami. I had never had salami, and I did not plan on having it again. I took one bite and instantly threw that sandwich in the trash can. I’d rather be hungry, I thought to myself….Boy was I wrong!!! My Pork Pie (my grandma’s nickname) came in to the kitchen to get me and saw that sandwich with my one little bite mark in it, and instantly told me to get it out of the trash can and eat that sandwich. I pleaded, and cried with her, but she wasn’t having it. To me, it was cruel and unusual punishment, but to her, she saw a waste of food. Now that I look back on it, I know that I should have hid that sandwich a little better, because that shit was gross………. HA!! I bet you thought my lesson would be not to waste food, but nope, if I had to do it all over again, that’s what I would do, bury that sucker under paper towels, and cereal boxes!