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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Prison Break Season 2 Premiere Clip
Wentworth Miller Interview - Prison Break Season 2
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Dominic Purcell Interview- Prison Break Season 2
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
Off the Market
I am officially off the market, we are talking dating wise. I have a boyfriend. I didn't go looking for him but he just sorta fell into my laps, not literally. Yes people, you can now stop pining over me. I am gone and very happy. Now, I know how irritating new couples can be, what with name dropping every few seconds and general puke inducing sweet stories of their amazing first days so I will spare you but I must announce to the world, I LOVE HIM.
In other news, I am planning on watching Mafikizolo tonight. Alfie is taking my mother and I and I can't wait, I love them but I am hearing some disturbing news that they didn't make their flight or didn't get off the plane, I refuse to believe this coz it would be totally bad karma. The first time my boyfriend meets my Mom and it all gets fucked up, so I am praying and keeping my fingers crossed that she likes him even if there is no show.
Otherwise, my life is generally uninteresting for the reading masses though I am having a whale of a time.
See y'all around.
In other news, I am planning on watching Mafikizolo tonight. Alfie is taking my mother and I and I can't wait, I love them but I am hearing some disturbing news that they didn't make their flight or didn't get off the plane, I refuse to believe this coz it would be totally bad karma. The first time my boyfriend meets my Mom and it all gets fucked up, so I am praying and keeping my fingers crossed that she likes him even if there is no show.
Otherwise, my life is generally uninteresting for the reading masses though I am having a whale of a time.
See y'all around.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Saturday.
I am back at my desk after yet another very short weekend, infact I refuse to call it a weekend, let me call it a day off. I went out on Saturday and I don't think I have ever had so much fun. I was supposed to watch 'Pirates of the Caribean' with my as if date of Thursday, let's call him A. So in keeping with his character, he kept me waiting, again. I like him so I wait. Anyway, he comes late and we can't get in, this is ok because I am watching today, not with him, so I believe I will make it, can't wait. Instead of watching the movie, A and I talked and talked like I haven't talked to anyone in a while and I must say, I hope this turns into something. The ladder theory has totally jaded me though so I am being realistic about this. My clan came out on Saturday as well and we relocated to Le Rouge, which I love. I had so much fun. We got home at 4.00am and both my parents weren't back yet, they got back half an hour after us. They were also having their own night out.
I spent the better part of Sunday in bed and now I am back here slaving away.
I spent the better part of Sunday in bed and now I am back here slaving away.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Trauma
While I was out last night I remembered an incident that happened when I was seven, actually two incidents.
I was in Kitante Primary School and I loved every minute of it. When I was in P.2, I decided to walk home with some of my friends one day. It was a long walk and by the time I got home I was exhausted. I just fell on the doorstep and my mother came and gatherd me up, hydrated me and told me my father was going to kill me because he went to pick me up and I wasn't there, what was I thinking, didn't I know how worried he would be? I didn't, I was seven. I forgot to tell you, I walked in the first place because he was late. Being the seven year old I was I got into bed at 4.00pm in the afternoon and put the bars up on my lower decker of our doulble decker bed thinking it would protect me from my father's wrath. It didn't. He came home, woke me up and beat me.
The next term he was late again, this time I didn't dare walk so I waited and waited and waited and he didn't show. I was devastated and scared but I was not going to walk home again so I stayed put. It got dark and I was alone in th lower school waiting shed. An angel of a man who worked in our canteen and stayed in a modified container close to it invited to stay the night with him. He was so nice. He prepared fish for supper and I have to say, since that day I have not been able to eat fish. I slept in his bed and he played the radio to help me sleep. I think about it now and I thank he wasn't a murdering paedophile because I would be dead. Apparently my parents got their signals mixed up; my mom knew my dad was getting me and he thought she was getting me, he got home at about 10.00pm and since there were no mobile phones in that age they both found out I was MIA at about the time he got home without me. I am told he came to school found the gate closed and passed under it and looked for me but couldn't find me. My poor mother was inconsolabe, she was certain I was dead and could not forgive my father for killing her first born. My father came back to the school in the morning and the nice man, whose name I don't know, woke me up and told me to go home. As we drove by the lower school I could see some of my friends lining up for assembly. My father being the stoic man that he is took me home, I showered changed and went back to school. You would think the traumatic experience would atleast buy me a sick day, but no.
Can of you guys beat that?
I was in Kitante Primary School and I loved every minute of it. When I was in P.2, I decided to walk home with some of my friends one day. It was a long walk and by the time I got home I was exhausted. I just fell on the doorstep and my mother came and gatherd me up, hydrated me and told me my father was going to kill me because he went to pick me up and I wasn't there, what was I thinking, didn't I know how worried he would be? I didn't, I was seven. I forgot to tell you, I walked in the first place because he was late. Being the seven year old I was I got into bed at 4.00pm in the afternoon and put the bars up on my lower decker of our doulble decker bed thinking it would protect me from my father's wrath. It didn't. He came home, woke me up and beat me.
The next term he was late again, this time I didn't dare walk so I waited and waited and waited and he didn't show. I was devastated and scared but I was not going to walk home again so I stayed put. It got dark and I was alone in th lower school waiting shed. An angel of a man who worked in our canteen and stayed in a modified container close to it invited to stay the night with him. He was so nice. He prepared fish for supper and I have to say, since that day I have not been able to eat fish. I slept in his bed and he played the radio to help me sleep. I think about it now and I thank he wasn't a murdering paedophile because I would be dead. Apparently my parents got their signals mixed up; my mom knew my dad was getting me and he thought she was getting me, he got home at about 10.00pm and since there were no mobile phones in that age they both found out I was MIA at about the time he got home without me. I am told he came to school found the gate closed and passed under it and looked for me but couldn't find me. My poor mother was inconsolabe, she was certain I was dead and could not forgive my father for killing her first born. My father came back to the school in the morning and the nice man, whose name I don't know, woke me up and told me to go home. As we drove by the lower school I could see some of my friends lining up for assembly. My father being the stoic man that he is took me home, I showered changed and went back to school. You would think the traumatic experience would atleast buy me a sick day, but no.
Can of you guys beat that?
I wasn't stood up.
Thank God, my faith in men is restored but it was put to the test before it could fully return to me. My as if blind date was supposed to pick me from work at 6.00 then he called and said he would be 30 minutes late; I told him to find me at the Shell select in Bugolobi. I went there and waited then he called and asked for another 30 minutes. Now normally this would have really pissed me off but luckily for him I just started a new book, The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith, and I can read for hours and not notice the time. Eventually he shows up and tells me I am going to have to wait another 30 minutes, I say I rather wait at Nandos where I usually have my coffee after work. I know, why did I wait, why was I being so nice? I must confess, it was because he is so cute, seriously, if he had been bad looking I would have dumped like a hot potato but he wasn't, he was cute. If you are thinking I am shallow, I guess I am. Anyway, I wait with my book and he comes back after a while all looking nice coz he had passed by a barber while waiting for whatever he was waiting for. He totally made up for making me wait so long by being so attentive the whole night and still etting me roam Steak Out like the nomad I am.
So my faith in men is restored even after taking a few beatings.
So my faith in men is restored even after taking a few beatings.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Dumber and Dumberer
The title of this post adequately describes the state of mind I seem to be perpetually in these days, as can be evidenced in my most recent post. Chalk it down to my undying faith in the human spirit but I agreed t have lunch with the office guy again. I know. Anyway, this time I out and told him I want fries, a sandwich and a bottle of water from the Shell, today, he sends his driver to pick me up and, lo and behold, we make our way back to the kafunda. I was wiser coz this time I was dressed appropriately, expecting this from him.
The food is good, no doubt about it, but seriously I give up on free lunches.
The food is good, no doubt about it, but seriously I give up on free lunches.
No more secrets!
With my last post, now the blogsphere knows all there is to know about me, how I look and sound so there is no more mystery. I sound ditzy in that video so my secret is out, I am not as smart as I sound when I am writing. Don't hate me, keep visiting my blog, please. :(
So after the last episode where I was stood up, I seem to have not learnt anything because I went ahead to set up another as if blind date with some guy for later today. Savage, I won't be late this time. If I am stood up I will never again meet anyone I don't know. They say 'once bitten, twice shy', I agree. So wish me luck. I must say though, that this is not exactly a date, we both happen to go for Rock Night on Thursday so we just agreed to meet up today and say hi, you know, put a face and voice to the faceless, voiceless online conversations. (Jay, it's not you, no pressure.)
So after the last episode where I was stood up, I seem to have not learnt anything because I went ahead to set up another as if blind date with some guy for later today. Savage, I won't be late this time. If I am stood up I will never again meet anyone I don't know. They say 'once bitten, twice shy', I agree. So wish me luck. I must say though, that this is not exactly a date, we both happen to go for Rock Night on Thursday so we just agreed to meet up today and say hi, you know, put a face and voice to the faceless, voiceless online conversations. (Jay, it's not you, no pressure.)
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
I went for the most beautiful wedding on Saturday, Raymond's sister was getting married and it was by far the best wedding I have ever gone for. The colour scheme was blue and white and it really looked like a summer wedding despite the showers that tried to mess up things. They, however, did not stop the festivities, and they were festive. I have never seen two people happier to be married, both the bride and groom were smiling throughout the party and they both looked genuinely happy. I wish them a long and wonderful marriage.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Dreams.
I don't mean like aspirations and stuff, I mean, the go to bed, toss and turn kind of dreams. I have them alot but they are usually varations of movies I have seen recently or not so recently but they are never mundane or ordinary.
Once I dreamt that I was being pursued by the FBI and I was being driven around by my friend then she dropped me off in some deserted town with a shell of a building where I reenacted scenes from Minority Report.
Another time I dreamt that my room mate, one of the quietest people you will ever meet was a version of Trinity and she saved all of us (my friends and our husbands) from blood thirsty terrorists; that was funny.
Last night was another in this series, except this time, there were actually actors, the lead was the guy in Cellular, (I forget his name), and there were also some other people. Anyway, there was a ship and a huge wave and the Cellular guy saved our lives. I know what you are thinking, alot like Poseidon, so did I when I woke up. Once I thought of writing them all down so I could actually get a screenplay from them but I worried that I would be accused of pledgerism (I could always say I had internalised the movies).
The night before last, though, I had a very wierd dream. I was pregnant but I had a small tummy, I went to the loo to pee and my water broke, I remember so vividly how it felt, like a tank bursting open and water gushing out of it, anyway, I had to find my mom who was far away and on my way there I told anyone who cared to listen that my water had broken and they all insisted that I wasn't, infact, pregnant. I found my mom, went to the doctor and he told me I had already given birth. Wierd, huh!?!
See y'all tonight at Steak Out for yet another Rock Night, especially you, Jay.
Once I dreamt that I was being pursued by the FBI and I was being driven around by my friend then she dropped me off in some deserted town with a shell of a building where I reenacted scenes from Minority Report.
Another time I dreamt that my room mate, one of the quietest people you will ever meet was a version of Trinity and she saved all of us (my friends and our husbands) from blood thirsty terrorists; that was funny.
Last night was another in this series, except this time, there were actually actors, the lead was the guy in Cellular, (I forget his name), and there were also some other people. Anyway, there was a ship and a huge wave and the Cellular guy saved our lives. I know what you are thinking, alot like Poseidon, so did I when I woke up. Once I thought of writing them all down so I could actually get a screenplay from them but I worried that I would be accused of pledgerism (I could always say I had internalised the movies).
The night before last, though, I had a very wierd dream. I was pregnant but I had a small tummy, I went to the loo to pee and my water broke, I remember so vividly how it felt, like a tank bursting open and water gushing out of it, anyway, I had to find my mom who was far away and on my way there I told anyone who cared to listen that my water had broken and they all insisted that I wasn't, infact, pregnant. I found my mom, went to the doctor and he told me I had already given birth. Wierd, huh!?!
See y'all tonight at Steak Out for yet another Rock Night, especially you, Jay.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
You Win!!
I changed my password and for the imposter, it's a special salute to you. I wasn't going to but Ivan made me.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
For Inktus.
"I hate India," my swimsuit queen mentioned savagely as I passed her. "And there's plenty of it to hate. I hate the heat, and it's always hot, even when it rains, and I really hate the rain. I hate the food, and you can't drink the water. I hate the poor people, and they're all over the place. I hate the rich people, they're so goddamn pleased with themselves. I hate the crowds, and you're never out of them. I hate the way the people speak too loud and dress in purple and ask too many questions and order you around. I hate the dirt and I hate the smell and I specially hate squatting down to shit. I hate the money because it can't buy anything, and I hate the stores because there's nothing to buy. I hate the movies, I hate the dancing, I hate the music. I hate the languages because they're not plain English and I hate the English because it's not plain English either. I hate the cars except the American cars and I hate those too because they're all ten years out of date. I hate the schools because they're really jails and I hate the holidays because you're not free even then. I hate the old people and I hate the kids. I hate the radio and there's no tv. Most of all I hate all the goddamn gods."
"Want to know what I like, what's the only thing I like?" "I love the sea,"...
An excerpt from 'The Ground Beneath Her Feet' -Salman Rushdie.
"Want to know what I like, what's the only thing I like?" "I love the sea,"...
An excerpt from 'The Ground Beneath Her Feet' -Salman Rushdie.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Untitled
I went for rock night on Thursday and had just a little too much to drink so I failed to wake up on Friday to come to work, so I didn't, my excuse, sick day. I enjoyed my day off so much, I woke up late, had a fitting breakfast, read, went to the saloon, had a hotdog then went back home and read some more before going to bed early. I loved every minute and I wish I didn't have to come to work at all.
In an unrelated development, this guy at work has been wanting to buy me lunch since I started so I finally conceded to go with him on Thursday. Now up till then I had been hinting that I love fast food, hotdogs, fries, burgers, anything fried and unhealthy, I like. So it's Thursday and time for lunch, he sends his driver to come pick me up, I ask where we are going and he says it's a surprise so I am excited, naturally. I get in the car, we go and the driver points out to me where we are going as we circle some building around the Nakasero Market area. I can't make out any discernable restaurant so I start getting worried. I am wearing low slung jeans and a small black top so I am worried about where I am going to sit and still hoping against hope that it will be a high backed chair, it isn't. We finally find a parking spot and start walking to the eatery, as I will refer to it from now on. I am not sure if this eatery has a name but I believe any eatery where you have to go through the open air kitchen to get to the benches you will be seated on should be referred to as a 'kafunda'. The food, I have to say, was good but I have to say to all you guys, do not take me to a 'kafunda' the first time you take me out unless ofcourse I am given prior knowledge so I can dress appropriately.
I have run out of steam which is ok since I have run out of things to say as well. Till later.
In an unrelated development, this guy at work has been wanting to buy me lunch since I started so I finally conceded to go with him on Thursday. Now up till then I had been hinting that I love fast food, hotdogs, fries, burgers, anything fried and unhealthy, I like. So it's Thursday and time for lunch, he sends his driver to come pick me up, I ask where we are going and he says it's a surprise so I am excited, naturally. I get in the car, we go and the driver points out to me where we are going as we circle some building around the Nakasero Market area. I can't make out any discernable restaurant so I start getting worried. I am wearing low slung jeans and a small black top so I am worried about where I am going to sit and still hoping against hope that it will be a high backed chair, it isn't. We finally find a parking spot and start walking to the eatery, as I will refer to it from now on. I am not sure if this eatery has a name but I believe any eatery where you have to go through the open air kitchen to get to the benches you will be seated on should be referred to as a 'kafunda'. The food, I have to say, was good but I have to say to all you guys, do not take me to a 'kafunda' the first time you take me out unless ofcourse I am given prior knowledge so I can dress appropriately.
I have run out of steam which is ok since I have run out of things to say as well. Till later.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
BUMMER
I didn't jump!! Can you believe it? After all the hype, and I don't think I am going to anytime soon, either. The guy who does the bungee jumping wasn't there this weekend, trust Uganda!
In other news,... nothing. Is that so sad? I have no life outside my work and the book I am reading at the time.
Hey, I remembered something, I had a date yesterday and I was stood up. Have you seen my pictures, how could anyone stand me up? I have never ever been stood up before in my life. I think it's only fair I give you the whole story.
I was at Steak Out on thursday, as I already told y'all, and I met this guy who spoke well and had a very original pick up line, he said hi and everything, then he said, "By the way, I am totally hitting on you..." I found that hilarious, maybe it was simply the number of Black Ices I had consumed but I agreed to meet him on Thursday at Cafe Pap at 6.30, I got there at 6.50 so either he was there and left or he simply didn't show up.
Either way, I was stood up. New feeling,and I must say I don't much like it.
Ok, I think that's it;
See y'all tomorrow at Steak Out for yet another Rock Night.
In other news,... nothing. Is that so sad? I have no life outside my work and the book I am reading at the time.
Hey, I remembered something, I had a date yesterday and I was stood up. Have you seen my pictures, how could anyone stand me up? I have never ever been stood up before in my life. I think it's only fair I give you the whole story.
I was at Steak Out on thursday, as I already told y'all, and I met this guy who spoke well and had a very original pick up line, he said hi and everything, then he said, "By the way, I am totally hitting on you..." I found that hilarious, maybe it was simply the number of Black Ices I had consumed but I agreed to meet him on Thursday at Cafe Pap at 6.30, I got there at 6.50 so either he was there and left or he simply didn't show up.
Either way, I was stood up. New feeling,and I must say I don't much like it.
Ok, I think that's it;
See y'all tomorrow at Steak Out for yet another Rock Night.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Sorry
I am really sorry about the spelling in most of my posts, but my keyboard is wonky. I try to make sure that the spelling is fine but I miss out on some words so forgive me. I have a problem with reading badly edited work and I hate that mine is sometimes.
Thank you for your most gracious pardon.
Thank you for your most gracious pardon.
Amazing
I am reading the most amazing book by the most amazing author.
The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie. I want to describe to you how amazing this book is but I just do not have the vocabulary, Salman Rushdie, on the other hand, is blessed.
Have you ever read a line so good you just go back and read it over and over and then you don't want to read on because you are afraid that it was the best tline in the bok and everything else will go downhill yet you are just at the beginning of the novel? I feel this way about almost everyline. I have to share a few with you;
"He was a father who loved his sons and came to be hated by all of them becaue of the harangue that never ended, the critique that reached n final summation but surged on through the ays of their youth, while they, swimmers caught by the mighty wave of his disappointment, fought for breath and feared at every moment that they might drown."
"Such were the factors that detached Ormus Cama from the ordinary ties of family life. The ties that strangle us, which we call love. Because of the loosening of these ties he became, with all the attendant pain of such becoming, free.
But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart's desire and must forever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?
Is that not some of the most bautiful writing you have ever read? And I am not even quarter way.
I was watching a programme on Discovery or some other channel about the anti-Christ and they said that he would be a brilliant orator and I was thinking, "Shit, Salman Rushdie is the anti-Christ."
On the whole, I strongly recommend you read it.
The Ground Beneath Her Feet by Salman Rushdie. I want to describe to you how amazing this book is but I just do not have the vocabulary, Salman Rushdie, on the other hand, is blessed.
Have you ever read a line so good you just go back and read it over and over and then you don't want to read on because you are afraid that it was the best tline in the bok and everything else will go downhill yet you are just at the beginning of the novel? I feel this way about almost everyline. I have to share a few with you;
"He was a father who loved his sons and came to be hated by all of them becaue of the harangue that never ended, the critique that reached n final summation but surged on through the ays of their youth, while they, swimmers caught by the mighty wave of his disappointment, fought for breath and feared at every moment that they might drown."
"Such were the factors that detached Ormus Cama from the ordinary ties of family life. The ties that strangle us, which we call love. Because of the loosening of these ties he became, with all the attendant pain of such becoming, free.
But love is what we want, not freedom. Who then is the unluckier man? The beloved, who is given his heart's desire and must forever after fear its loss, or the free man, with his unlooked-for liberty, naked and alone between the captive armies of the earth?
Is that not some of the most bautiful writing you have ever read? And I am not even quarter way.
I was watching a programme on Discovery or some other channel about the anti-Christ and they said that he would be a brilliant orator and I was thinking, "Shit, Salman Rushdie is the anti-Christ."
On the whole, I strongly recommend you read it.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Adventure and Rock.
Let's start with the Rock. Yesterday was Rock Night at Steak Out and it was one of the best rock nights I have ever gone for. I wish I had recorded the play list so you could guys could feel bad that you missed; if you were not there, I am sorry, for there will never be another like it.
On to the adventure, I am going bungee jumping tomorrow and white water rafting on Sunday. I am spending the weekend in Jinja, so after work tomorrow, I will be off. I can't wait! My friends are telling me not to get a heart attack but that is the farthest thing from my mind. I am so excited, I am actually enjoying my day after realising that Saturday is only tomorrow. Oh shit, I have to pack, but what do you pack to fling yourself off a high precipice to certain death? Jeans, I guess.
See you all when I have defied gravity, nature and death.
Wooooooooh!!!!
P.S. Carlo, I know!
On to the adventure, I am going bungee jumping tomorrow and white water rafting on Sunday. I am spending the weekend in Jinja, so after work tomorrow, I will be off. I can't wait! My friends are telling me not to get a heart attack but that is the farthest thing from my mind. I am so excited, I am actually enjoying my day after realising that Saturday is only tomorrow. Oh shit, I have to pack, but what do you pack to fling yourself off a high precipice to certain death? Jeans, I guess.
See you all when I have defied gravity, nature and death.
Wooooooooh!!!!
P.S. Carlo, I know!
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