Missing the point and daft celebs!
I have a stalker… and it’s getting on my nerves. He is not per se the freaky kind that hides in bushes and all that but he somehow managed to get my number and texts me incessantly. I love my phone, I love receiving texts (FROM PEOPLE I KNOW AND WANT TO HEAR FROM). So now that there are unwitty messages bombarding my poor old cellphone at all hours of the WORK day, I am quite upset. Half the time when the phone beeps, i smile hoping that it’s my Lavah sending me a text to wish me a great day, but NO, it is something like ‘heya…i hv a well thought out idea that not even u can say no to 
..wana hear it?’ NO I DON’T waNa HEAR IT!! I want to get on with my day and do my work and enjoy some peace of mind without you texting or using your work phone (which I haven’t memorized yet) to trap me into talking to you!! AND i do not appreciate you asking why i sound down. It’s quite obvious frankly, i just don’t want to be talking to you when i could be doing something else that i find more enjoyable… like sorting out that bank statement that came today or writing that invoice that i’ve been putting off for days. Yes, those things are more enjoyable than sitting on the phone trying not to be rude to you!
ANYWHO… now that that is out of my system, I am praying that not responding to his texts is a good enough clue for him to leave me alone.
Here are some quotes i read in an old GLAMOUR magazine that made me laugh…
16 DAFT THINGS CELEBS HAVE SAID
- If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years but I would eat them. – Johnny Depp
- I may not have the type of voice you like, but I can sing. You can’t take that away from me, ‘cos singing is a gift from God, and when people say I can’t sing, it’s kind of like insulting God. – Fergie, Black Eyed Peas
- If you ask me, I’d like to become the first female president. That would be really cool…the first thing I would do is redocorate (the White House). It doesn’t look very cosy. – Jennifer Lopez
- There’s Elvis and me. I couldn’t say which of the two is best. – Liam Gallagher
- I was in history class and the teacher said to raise your hand if you know the conitnents. I raised my hand and said ‘A. E. I. O. U.’ And the teacher replied, “Those aren’t even consonants. They’re vowels.” – Jessica Simpson (who else would say that???)
- Osama bin Laden is the only one who knows what I’m going through. – R. Kelly
- Beyound its entertainment value, Baywatch has enriched and, in so many cases, helped save lives. – David Hasselhoff (really? I would think REAL lifeguards are more concerned with rushing to the drowning victim than strutting their stuff in slow motion)
- My child was not only carried by me, but by the universe. – Celine Dion
- I don’t really think. I just walk. – Paris Hilton (THIS I believe)
- Smoking kills. If you’re killed, you’ve lost a very important part of your life. – Brooke Shields (This reminded me of those poorly BS-ed essays we used to write in school)
- I’m getting more famouser by the day. – Avril Lavigne
- I definitely want (my son) Brooklyn to christened, but I don’t know into what religion yet. – David Beckham (I DIED reading this one)
- The cool thing about being famous is travelling. I have always wanted to travel across seas – like to Canada and stuff. – Britney Spears (again, who but her would say this??)
- I don’t diet. I just don’t eat as much as I’d like to. – Linda Evangelsita
- I love being in America. Charlotte Church (while in Toronto)
- SIENNA MILLER: I just wanted to say I can’t believe I’m sitting in a bar drinking Champagne next to Kevin Bacon
KEVIN SPACEY: “Spacey”
SIENNA: “Yeah, it is, isn’t it!”
And with that folks, I bid you a lovely LONG weekend!
Change is good?
It is burning hot in this country. Wait, I should rephrase that, Kampala is incredibly hot! My usual car (the one that is now in my names, is in the garage) is a safe haven… but it’s gone from me for a while. While I am eternally grateful to my aunt for lending me hers in the meantime, I cannot get over the hot air that blows out of the air conditioning vents every time I try to turn it on.
I am now forced to leave the windows down and hope that a breeze comes through (rarely), all the while looking at my purse in the passengers’ seat floor anxiously. I have heard those stories where one guy comes over to the drivers side and starts up some almost meaningful conversation while another guy grabs whatever he can find through the passenger’s window.
All that concentration gets in the way of my usual enjoyment of driving. I love to drive. Most of the time I love to do it alone, in a sound, steady, car with great speakers so that I can turn the music all the way up if a song i like comes on. None of this is happening at the moment. But I still love my auntie for being so generous. And i won’t wish the weather to be gloomy all the time either so I stay blessed in my contentment.
In the spirit of inspiring myself for a great birthday present for my lover, I decided to try out a new ‘mini- spa’. You know, those little tiny places that have calm and quiet and are trying really hard to offer the best services possible but on a not so huge budget? The ones that are quite far from anything spa-like (and by Uganda’s standards that would be Serena).
Anyway, this little spot is at garden city and is quite impressive once you allow yourself to stop thinking about the noise outside, the casino next door and all that…. Yes, I am strange in that way because even when all I could hear was soft jazz playing through the speakers, all i could think about was what an awful location! Perhaps somewhere near water? Too much to ask? Oh well…
So I decided to get a full leg wax ( i was starting to look like a man!) and a back massage. The whole idea was great and the experience would have been wonderful if the lady, Marion had been more gentle! She ripped the wax strips off me with such force that i felt like my skin was going to come off with the strip! When it was time for my back massage, she asked me what pressure I’d prefer and I said moderately hard… and don’t you know this lady darn near gave me bruises on my back?? I can still feel the aches, those ones that come with being ‘man-handled’. The most annoying part of this whole escapade came this morning when I was lotioning up and found that she had missed a patch of hair on my left leg… a long thin strip leading up to my thigh! Now i am debating on going back to the same place and asking for it to be removed for free or waiting for my next wax appointment at my regular place to get it all done properly.
These are the things we go through to find new and exciting things… sometimes it’s great to risk and be adventurous but other times, some things are better unchanged. I am thinking of a hot stone massage right now but I shall probably end up leaving work early to go clean the house from wall to wall, floor to floor.. yes I am in that kind of mood and besides, it’s cooler on my side of the city… we’re by the water 
Before I do that though, I must mention that I did not come up with anything to send my lover. I settled for the fact that it was ok that his present would get to him late. I did however start a list of a number of reasons why I love him (the number corresponding with his age this year)… We’ll see how he likes that.
Off to write a list of things to do tomorrow now so I can head on out of work soon!
Bless!
Aargh moments
Just when I was getting round to coming up with a somewhat decent review of the Lanterns poetry reading that took place all of three weeks ago, something else happened that made me rethink even posting my thoughts and suggestions.
See, I strolled over to Carlo’s which is not unusual as hers is the first blog I read, only to find a tirade of annoyance. She was ranting about an article that I am guessing ran in the weekend Monitor. It was about blogging. I must note here that I am ashamed of my knowledge of the circulating media. I didn’t even know a thing about this Amama scandal until reading Carlo’s or even that the Kyabazinga had cancer and was now dead (May his soul rest in eternal peace).
Now I know from my past that there are always eager fingers ready to type out rants and upturned sleeves always ready to jump on the slightest hint of insult. There are even those bloggers that purposefully instigate a quarrel and or misunderstanding for reasons only known to themselves. I have come to suspect that many of these squabbles are merely meant to ‘heat things up’ in the blog sphere and create some hype around a particular subject.
If I am not wrong, the same journalist wrote about blogging in the same daily about a year or so ago and in that article, although also full of journalism 101 no-no’s, he praised the uniqueness of several blogs irrespective of their content. How is it now that the same person that ought to treasure freedom of expression so much is the same one completely domineering over what should be on the agenda for Ugandan bloggers? All other facts notwithstanding, I am saddened by the fact that twice in his career; the same journalist has chosen to ignore core rules of his trade just for some space in a national daily. It would be difficult for me to believe that the journalist in question here wrote this article not knowing the emotions he would evoke in his interviewees.
Of course the odd apology may come later but can someone in such a position afford to blatantly mislead a population to such an extent? Yes, it’s only blogging but how many more uninformed or deliberately biased stories do we read in our media today? So many that in fact I have developed an unknowing aversion to anything news like.
The whole scene is rather annoying I must admit and it’d take a person of great character to turn their back and go on without a word exchanged. This brings me to the blogging phenomenon. I always thought it was a cleverly developed space to store one’s several moods, thoughts, desires, beliefs, or even dislikes. Like an online open or not so open journal, sometimes anonymous, other times not so mysterious, sometimes serious, other times goofy. It is the right of the blogger to utilize his space as he so desires. All other readers may take what they will. Kinda like music and lyrics, or poetry, or anything else that’s read.
One’s understanding and perception will always vary from the next. So why or rather, how was it possible for space that could have been used to inform Uganda’s news reading population of the plight of orphaned kids in a slum somewhere used instead for bashing a culture based on owning one’s space and conveying whatever they wish? The difference here is that a newspaper has an obligation to inform (CORRECTLY) while a blog is fully directed by its owner and may very well be biased in that blogger’s favor. My two cents are these, we ought to carefully think about the words that come out of us for they are powerful whether we will them to be or not. And if we’ve chosen the path of informing the masses, let’s make it clear which of those words are our personal thoughts, and which of them are actual facts. The truth is never hard to dig up and if it is not dug up then it surfaces by itself in the most amusing of ways.
In unrelated news, today is my lover’s birthday. And he is so far away but I thought of him all day… and possibilities of clever ‘long distance’ gifts… any ideas??
Imma be okay… la la la
There’s a song that goes something like that and it just popped into my head. Not that i am in some kind of deathly traumatizing moment of my life but it seemed evident now more than before that i will be okay.
It’s just that sometimes there are slumps and humps in the road but that doesn’t mean that there’ll be no beautiful sunday evening barbecues that will forever leave me feeling useful because i slave all day sunday to make a feast for some very special people.
It doesn’t mean that there won’t be moments where i attempt to cut my daughter’s hair only to cut too low and leave her with a patch of baldness. Of course she didn’t mind this so much but I felt bad and promptly treated her to a day out on the town and a special professional haircut (special because it came with singing and promising of biscuits as soon as we were done)
Yes, life is good. Like LG… I almost think I’m getting to a Bamboocha point in life and that’ll just be the best! Because while LG is just good… With Bamboocha, there’s possibilities of so much more simply because I still don’t know what that word means… so i’ll make one up everyday!
Bless and be Blessed!
Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better… Really?
I hate being sick. That’s a dumb statement to utter. No one could possibly like being sick… at least no one I know enjoys the discomfort of an enlarged tonsil to the size of a golf ball. Or the dizzy spells that decide to come upon one when they’re in traffic and there’s a million things going on around them. That dizziness that makes you think your car is rolling backwards or forward when in actual sense the possibility that you even moved an inch can only be explained by those atom thingies that vibrate every nano second… hence meaning you were never actually in motion.
And from O magazine of December last year I found these interesting tid bits
Sarah Jessica Parker is quite pretty despite what most other people have said about her awkwardly strong facial structure. I especially like her teeth. I got a chance to look at her closely when I finally watched Sex and the City the movie two nights ago. That movie however just made me mad. Either I wasn’t in the right mood to watch it or the surroundings in which I first viewed it were not encouraging to my liking of it. It took me two nights, a lot of fatigue, and no better choices to finish the movie. And to think I was ready to line up with all the frenzied Carrie wanna-bes in America to watch the first screening! I am so glad I waited but I am not at all happy that I spent my 7000UGX on a pirated copy that I am now stuck with as part of my DVD collection.
I was reminded painfully that I lost my ipod a few months ago and I badly want another one but this time with the Bowers & Wilkins Zeppelin docking station… sadly for me, it goes for $600 at the apple store so now it’s a choice between the speakers and an added fee for another ipod or two iphones 3G one of which I promised a friend.
Good Guy of the Month
The United Nations has called it one of the worst humanitarian crses on the planet: For more than a decade, thousands of children in Northern Uganda have been kidnapped by a violent rebel group forced to join its army and kill or be killed. The Name Campaign, founded by Cori Stern, a former television producer, raises awareness of their plight. Proceeds from the purchase of nameplate necklaces –each imprinted with the name of a lost child and plated in 18kt gold or platinum by jeweler Melinda Maria go to advocate and educational programs for the rescued. The original, stripped-down metal version is available for $10 (namecampaign.org)
First of all, Melinda Maria? What a name!!
Secondly, of all the initiatives I have heard, read, or seen, why do I not see significant change in Northern Uganda? Yes it’s much more peaceful now but why hasn’t the war stopped? Money hasn’t solved all these problems and still more frustrating, people all over the ‘developed’ world walk around with a name branded on their bodies and yet thousands live in complete despair not knowing how the day shall end for them.
All the stuff up there was written last night when I was too tired to think, when I had no book to read, and when I was sick but semi happy.
Today I am sad.
I didn’t intend to be (like anyone ever does!) but the day just ended in a disappointed deflation just with one piece of news.
I have learnt from past experiences that it’s no wise to divulge all but I sure do wish someone somewhere could explain to me what on earth I should believe! Or rather what is true…?
I will people to be good. Inherently. I pray it’s the case for this mini nightmare/ panic inducing/ potentially severe depression riding thought train.
Guess that other stuff about poetry and lantern meets and smiles shall be for another night…
…
And! My FB status this week reads “I shall NOT be depressed this week” Irony?
Oh! the day’s irking moments aren’t over yet. Just as I was getting ready to comment on her blog, the hoard of tea-taking prayer ladies next to me yanked out the plug and left my hopeless sony vaio blank screened because the battery sucked before I even bought the machine and is now in a definite slump until I detach and throw it away. I am not mad at them (the ladies) though because I tried. I failed. They were genuinely sorry and could in no way know of my confusion so why bother being mad?
Hey, there’s a sunny side J Yay for me! I guess this is where things start getting worse?? It’s alright though, I’ll just go over to johnlewisgiftlist.com and obsess over things I can’t afford right now.
*sigh*
I met someone that makes me shy again.
I met someone that makes me smile hopelessly.
Is it wrong to want to be young and carefree and smile without cause?
…
and they don’t know it but they evoke in me sentiments that i have dearly missed.
I wonder if this much thought ought to be put into something that is obviously so much fun… what do you think?
So I am fogging up my reading glasses again. It just makes me smile to see the world in a haze. Does that make me slightly crazy?
Today i struggled to wake up, like most other days. I don’t think I was actually ever a morning person. I like to work late into the night but never in the mornings unless the sun comes up at 6am and is nice and bright by 9am. Then I can work something out.
Yesterday i felt a little bit grown up because a few of us got together, none of them on time, i’m starting to tire of arriving for meetings/functions on time only to find no one there, but i digress,we were meeting to organize a surprise engagement party and we drank some wine as we made plans and diverted off onto random subjects of conversation after which we all decided on a hurried surprise party (tomorrow) because the bride and groom to be are too busy.
I don’t know why being grown up in my head always meant drinking red wine in real wine glasses, chatting to friends and ending your night by watching a series that you really enjoy; in my case, Boston Legal.Had it been the perfect grown up night, I’d have been in my own meticulously organized apartment with sweet scented candles lit and a nice cup of hot chocolate to go with my tv time before bed.
Instead I dealt with dancing for half an hour to make sure Jessica was tired enough to sleep (because she was wide eyed when I got home at 10pm) I say this as if i didn’t have the time of my life or as if i could have been doing something else but that little girl is my smile every single day. I don’t know what i would do without her.
Anyway, I am excited about this particular wedding because I am trying out my hand at being a wedding planner. So far everything’s going quite well because the bride isn’t too fussy and she is patient and not panicky. If she were panicky then we’d both have a problem.
I have managed to find some interesting dresses online and we are going to look them over and i pray that by next week, we have something to go by so that we can finally place the orders for the dresses (hers and her wedding party).
Tonight I am having dinner with a hilarious friend of mine. Every time he calls me, I burst out laughing because he does this american accent thing but in the wrongest way possible and that always has me cracking up.
At the moment, i am quite grateful for all that I’ve got. Forget those few little thoughts that pop into my head every now and then like ;
why can’t that stalker leave me alone and get the point? he is a good person i am sure but his cheerfulness is bordering on corny and he sounds like an animated character even in his texts so one can only imagine the sound of his voice. i have decided to ignore him completely because the whole scenario freaks me out.
or
why i keep thinking about how possible it is that my relationship will not work out and that i would be devastated completely. every time i think of it i see me in a sorry heap on the floor bawling my eyes out… but i tell myself i’m being crazy so i think happy things
like
that wonderful friend of mine that i hadn’t heard from in ages that called from Qatar and made my skies blue although it was pouring outside. and how he made me hate and miss paris at the same time. and how can i be ungrateful when i have people like him in my life and my green sweater matches my green gucci purse so perfectly it makes me smile every time i pass by a mirror
I am debating going to the shaggy concert seriously but I might end up elsewhere since i just heard that it won’t really be a full out concert but an appearance so to speak… oh well, the weekend is young, let me first get through tomorrow’s engagement party. i have potato salad to make. i am about to cheat and google a really yummy home-made mayo dressing recipe so that they (my potatoes) can be all the rave at the party!
De-Sony-fying myself
Have you ever tried fogging up your reading glasses with say the steam from your hot cup of tea or coffee?
I just did and it is an interesting outlook… yes, I am bored at work despite the piles of things to get done that won’t be done because they’re awaiting approval. I sometimes wish I could pull all the strings but I am just not ready for that yet, i can understand that.
Last night I had the smart idea of trying to fix my Sony Cybershot 10.something mega pixel camera because I thought the shutter was stuck so it wouldn’t be a huge deal to unscrew the little thingies and play Sony engineer and what not. It went well for the first few minutes but after tiny little hidden pieces started falling out, i knew there’d be no going back. It was such a ridiculous sight that I began to laugh at myself. It felt good.
After that episode, I remembered about five different things that made me laugh really hard at myself and i have decided that that is the single most therapeutic way to get over things. So here goes the list of things I don’t mind not having anymore and things that i am glad i can laugh at now;
- The wonderful Sony Cybershot touch screen that cost me so much I could have eaten out everyday for a month in Paris
- My N73 that fell out of my backpocket straight into the toilet and hasn’t been the same since (I hadn’t yet relieved myself so i figured I’d rescue it.. if you’re not laughing who cares! I am!)
- The ex boyfriend that I thought i’d probably marry but is now getting married
- The expression on my face when he mentioned casually that he was getting married and the amount of time i spent thinking about it (it all seems severely funny to me now)
- The amount of time i spent obsessing about whether my best really loves me, if the distance would change things, that when he was silent he’d probably be with someone else (now that was just straight crazy!)
- All my little cashmere sweaters that went to the laundry cute and peppy but came back almost shredded
- That one sony discman i prayed for day and night and when i finally got it, cds were out of style and my visiting friend packed and left with it
For all those that have failing gadgets somewhere around the house, this is my advice; STAY AWAY FROM THEM! No you are not smart enough to fix them by yourself. Those things are the devil! Looking smooth and simple on the outside but really have enough screws and miniscule little parts to fill up Lake Victoria on the inside. And if you must do Sony, then get a guarantee that lasts at least 3 years because i know that in those years, your gadget will fail you a minimum of three times.
I am sneezing insanely now and I am not particularly loving this weather either. Thought I had a lot to write but I guess not.
I’m O.U.T!
comfort
I had a good night last night. The concert wasn’t as great as the UB40 one a couple of months ago but that Dj Benny D really knows how to get a crowd moving (well, me being the crowd in this case because I couldn’t care less what everyone else was doing).
Here are the few things that bothered me;
1. the fact that not everyone with vip parking stickers could find a parking in the sectioned off area
2. the guard that insisted that it was illegal for me to park at the shoprite end and not be shopping (i was unaware you had to explain where you were going when you parked your car in a lot shared by over twenty stores). Even more annoying was when he asked me to PAY for the parking. Anyone that knows me knows that i hate hate hate bribery and corruption. So i asked for his name and intend to report him to his superiors come monday. Little does he know that i wasn’t in fact ‘trying to scare him’ into letting me park there because i moved my car in the end. I just don’t like phony two faced bribe taking self-righteous wanna bes.
3. organization for the concert in general was slacking but who cares when instead of having drinks tents all around, there are men and women carrying cardboard boxes with all the drinks that they can carry walking around joyously requesting you to take your pick.
4. the MCs talked too much and no one really cared!
5. sound, lighting, visuals… zain really could have done better for a launch of their new brand/company. I hear they have lots of money so that wouldn’t have been a problem… maybe it’s our poor country that didn’t command that much attention… who knows
The things that I did appreciate are:
- the company i shared
- the laughs from my concert buddies
- camera phone photos
- the two tall glasses of special drink that came from the vip tents although i wasn’t one of those… thanks buddy!
- Dj Benny D!! i repeat, Dj Benny D!! Can we get him to do like a rave type show to last an entire weekend? Just him, the crowd and the music? I would so go to that. Is anyone cool enough to arrange that?
- the long drive home being on the phone with him and talking everything through. understanding that he knew what was going on all along but didn’t know how to be there for me and smiling at how he was there for me in ways he didn’t even know. being able to tell him nonsense and crying to him for no reason while he patiently sat and listened to my sobbing madness
- knowing that he loves me , really really…
- waking up this morning and feeling refreshed and new – result of last night/ this morning’s tear fest
- talking to him again and vaguely feeling a light flutter in my chest because we were back to normal… i was back to being me
thank you my best because comforting me is not the easiest thing to do. And loving me is not the simplest of tasks. understanding my irrational mood swings is the slow torturous death of my family but you smile and say they’re cute. i hope they’ll be cute 20, 50 years down the line. thank you because you made a million things alright just by being still for me when i couldn’t do it myself.
searching…
Is there a song that goes ‘Just shoot me now’ ??? or has something to do with being dead and not feeling things? Well if it exists, let me know so that I can prepare to make it my soundtrack for the last two weeks. The way I have been feeling is inexplicable. I have tried to be vocal about it to a lot of people but no one really understands.
i have diagnosed myself as one of those neurotic patients that are crying out for help but no one can hear their cries. I might be just passed on as cranky or irritable but really deep down, something inside of me is not sitting right. i haven’t been one to conform and get comfortable with uncomfortability so i am really trying to battle this one out.
i wish he at least understood what was going on. it’d make things so much simpler. and for every day that he doesn’t get it, i meet a friend who does and it makes me sad because he couldn’t get it the same way several of my friends have at least attempted to get it.
i want to tell her so badly but i know that although she’ll understand me, she won’t necessarily agree with me because she knows i have to go through what i am going through for things to get better.
but let me ask you all this; why is it that just when you think you’ve mastered something, say tolerance, something happens that shatters all hopes that you had reached the ultimate place?
i am now going out to try and forget most of the things that bother me so that i can laugh carelessly like the free spirit that i am and then tomorrow i will wake up and try not to be all melancholy. i will find an answer one way or another.
ziva will guide me to shalom shalom
