Growing up with a name like Waikay (pronounced like the two letters Y & K) you cop a lot of flak. Inevitably, different permutations of my name surfaced as frequently as every time you meet someone new. As a kid growing up in a predominately white neighborhood I would skirt around the issue and just repeat my name in hopes that the person gets it right the second time round. But as an adult now I find that my name works well in situations that I frequently find myself wishing I rather be elsewhere.
Waikay is a nice ice-breaker when forced to shake hands and mingle with strangers. The best part is that you always know what they are thinking when they compare my name with YKK as in the zipper and KY Jelly….um, I am sure Freud wished he was named Waikay.
So, in searching for the ideal website address I pretty well knew I had it nailed but much to my surprise, someone beat me to it and took my name for their site. So the next best thing is what I now have, and that took like 8 hours to decide.
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People can’t shut me up sometimes and for most parts I don’t want to be shut up
so my site is going to say all the things that I want to say.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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