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 I hate the cars except the American cars and I hate those too because they're all ten years out of date.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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Married

I want to be married.

I do.

I want to wake up next to someone everyday.
I want to miss this when he is away.
I want someone to come home to
or someone to come home to me.
I want a witness;
to my joys, my sorrows, my life.
I want to disagree with him and scream,
go off into violent fits
and then talk it through with him and whisper my apology,
praying my weakness is not too much for him to forgive.
I want to read with him, sing to him, dance with him; for him and watch life with him.

I, too, want to be a witness.
Assuring him that his life is not in vain
for I am here.

Sorry

I know it has been a while but I have been busy. My cousin, the girl I was working with, gave birth so I have been all by myself since last week. I must say it's not easy but I guess I wil be fine.

In other related news, afore mentioned cousin is staying at our home so I get to see the baby everday. It's a boy and the cutest baby ever. I always find it hard to believe how tiny babies are, this one is tiny and even tinier without all the clothes and blankets, he is always so covered up, he probably thinks he's still in the womb. He is a greedy little, I was going go say bastard but his parents are married, I will go with tot. He breastfeeds like its the last time he will ever be let near his mother's breast, you should see him going at it, he is like a maniac.

Ok, enough about the baby, in other unrelated news, have you guys seen Prison break? Is it like the best show ever? I am a proper addict, I can't wait for season 2. Which do you think is better and why, PB or 24? I, obviously think PB, I will tell you why later.

My lunch break is over so back to work. L8r.

Pictures, not of me.

I share Iwaya's love for a good picture. There is this forward going around with some really well timed images. Here are two.

I bet that if the guy in Office Space worked in this office, he wouldn't take his anger out on a printer. Great movie, by the way.

I love this picture and I so wish I was these guys. That is something I have to do before I die; swim with dolphins, along with visit New York and live there for a while. What would you like to do?

Question?

What does it take to dissuade a pursuer? I am at a loss of what to do. Like I said on Carlo's blog, I am single of my own volition and I wish everyone could just get that. I am just so mad at guys right now. Seething.
There's this one guy in my office who stares at me without any shame or, I don't know. Openly,, like its the most natural thing in the world but he is not even smart enough to string a sensible sentence together. It is clearly a struggle for him to even say "Good morning." Sheesh, give me some credit.
This other guy, my cousin, cousin! I mean, I am a Christian and even if I wasn't, incest is wrong on so many levels or if only because the kids are mutants. (See all the scary movies that involve mutant children of incestous parents; Wrong Turn, Texas Chainsaw Massacre e.t.c) I don't know any other way to say NO and I find myself wishing I wasn't a girl, which is wrng because being a girl totally kicks ass. I have been rude, mean, I have decribed in detail my sexual exploits with other guys, I have told him how unattractive I find him but nothing seems to work. I am at a loss.
Then my boss, I knew it was coming but I still wasn't prepared for it. I can't quit, atleast not for another 2 months and I can't sue, it's just too much trouble and I am told it's expected and that's how he shows he likes you and that's how he is with all the new girls and I find my self wishing I was pregnant coz he does not hit on my pregnat workmate. It sucks!
On a lighter point, there's is this one guy I really like and no he doesn't work in my office. He is the only reason I am not completely disgusted with the male specie.
Should women put up with overtures from their bosses coz it's how it's alway been done?

The ones that I forgot

This is me at my cousin's wedding. It was lovely, will try to gt more pictures.

Zam, Aino, I and Swidi at our friend's kuhingira/nuptials.

The siblings.

Arnold, the brother. Looks nothing like this now, he is tall and I look 5 years old standing nest to him.

Doris, the sister. She is also tall and huge and no one can believe we are actually related.

My friends and I

This is at megapix. Carlo, we missed you.


Fiona, Kaza, Zam, Moi, Aino and Swidi.


The lady is a tramp!

PICTURES!!!

Before I post these pictures, I must relate a story. This happenned yesterday as I had coffee with Ernest. This dude walks up to him and says, I will paraphrase because I have shit for a memory, I love your work and I wish I could read t everyday!
Now I felt, like, awesome!! I mean, I was hanging out, chilling with this guy who other guys, strangers love. You could be forgiven for thinking its me he was propping, ie, giving props.
Now on to the pictures.
Its taking too long so I will upload them later.

Finds!

I have stumbled upon some noteworthy blogs while stumbling through the net which is what I do most of my work day.
www.blog.myspace.com/klgoing
www.pointlessbanter.net/blog50
www.pointlessbanter.net/blog29
The second one is funny, try it.
On the same note, please tell me some of your favourite websites so I can spend my time more productively.

Funniest thing

I have just stumbled upon the funniest story, before this I wanted to live in New York, now I want to move there tomorrow. It's a funny post on this guy's blog, www.blog.myspace.com/astamm78 check it out. I have copied the post itself and a few funny comments.

My brief career as a kidnapper... Current mood: curious Category: Life

Not sure why this memory popped into my head recently... this happened to me a few years ago. I was working as a designer way the hell out in Oak Brook, and living in Logan Square. I had left work early to meet up with my older brother (at the time living in Lincoln Park, on Diversy, near Lincoln) for a taco dinner, and from there we were heading over to the Vic Theatre to see Tom Petty. Now, I can't remember the name of the taco place, but it was right on Diversy, and we grabbed a booth by the window in their small dining area (really small, like maybe no more than three booths) and quietly made small talk while we ate our tacos. I vaguely recall staring out the window at people walking by, when one lady walked by, looked over at me through the glass, waved, and then kept on walking. My brother asked me if I knew her, which of course I didn't, and we kept on eating.About two minutes later I head the door chime and that same lady walked in, came right up over to our table and starting talking to me.Now, this conversation was totally off the wall, but some highlights of what she said to me are;
She felt a deep, 'spiritual' connection to me as she walked by
Apparantly, she heard a psychic voice in her head as she walked by (my voice, she explained) telling her that she needed to reconnect with Jesus. Mind you, I've never been known as one to wield any sort of extra-sensory powers.
She wanted me to be a guide on her spiritual quest back to Jesus and thereby getting her life back on track (I'll take this moment to point out that in addition to not being psychic I'm also not a religous person)Anywho, I tried to politely explain to her that I made no such connection, that I couldn't give a rat's ass if she reconnected with Jesus, and no, I wouldn't offer her guidance on this journey. But she kept persisting until I got a little mad and asked her to quit bothering us.And then is when things took another turn, she looked startled, and then angry and then demanded to know where I was taking her! I asked her what the hell she was talking about, but she kept rambling on about calling the police and how kidnapping is a crime, until I finally couldn't take any more, got up and walked out to my car, which was parked right out front, which I thought would hopefully leave my brother to deal with this situation since I was waiting for him to finish eating anyways.But no, she followed me out side, yelling the whole time, "Are you kidnapping me!? Are you kidnapping me? Why are you kidnapping me, I'm calling the police!!"Now, I've always been under the impression that if you actually have to ask someone if you're being kidnapped, then no, you probably aren't. Also, how is it possible for one person to kidnap somebody without ever laying a hand on them? And not only that, if she truly did think I was trying to kidnap her, why did she keep following me around? I just don't know.So I got into my car and turned up the stereo until she got tired of beating on my windows, demanding to know why I was kidnapping her and wandered off. Minutes later my brother came out of the taco place, laughing his ass off and refering to me as the 'kidnapper' for the remainder of the evening.It is possible that there is a moral to this story, but it has always escaped me.

NOW, THE COMMENTS;
So I am walking past this man and he stops me and asks for some change. Not an uncommon thing by any means. I politely say that I don't have any and continue walking. But the next thing I know I hear "Brace Yourself" and the man jumps onto my back and asks for a Piggyback ride. I, myself, am a little essentric so I tell him that I can only take him to the end of the block because that is where I must go home.
then a few weeks later I was at an improv show and the performers had asked what the strangest thing that had happened to them in the last month was. I shot my hand up. filled them in on some of the details, and they made a small improv musical about the events from start to finish.
SOMEONE ELSE SAID:
This reminded me of my own experience with a so-called crazy homeless person. I ventured down off of my small town mountain into the big city, intimidated by all of the people and traffic, as usual. I was driving in downtown Sacramento, lost as can be, driving the wrong way on a one-way street. As soon as I discovered my error, I paused at a corner waiting for a break in the traffic so I could turn onto another street into the proper direction, when a homeless man came up to my car and started beating on my window. I tried ignoring him, but he persisted and was yelling really loudly at me. I was completely freaking out, but the traffic was heavy and I couldn't go anywhere, so I rolled down my window about 1/2 an inch to hear what he was yelling. He was yelling, "Get out of the way, lady or you are going to get mowed down by the light rail train!" (and before you ask, yes, I am blonde).
LASTLY:
That's pretty funny. It reminds of this one time a dude tried to kidnap me after I asked him to spiritually guide me to Jesus. He chickened out though, and hid in his car listening to some really loud Dan Fogelberg.

Achievement!!

Congratulate me!! This is the shortest I have ever taken in between blogs, even I can't believe it. The reason for this post is to ask; how do I link to other blogs from mine?
In other news, I opened a myspace account and I can't exactly figure out what to do with it. I mean, it's supposed to be fun and amazing but so far the only thing I am enjoying on it are the games.
L8r.

This is me in our traditional wear, ie Kinyankore, at a friend's kuhingira.

NEW LOOK

What do you think?

LIFE!!!

I finished campus, now life begins! I already have a job temping for my cousin who is going on maternity leave and the bosses, who are Isreali, have asked me to stay on. I guess my ife has began, much sooner than I expected, I must say. I work from 8 to 6 so, already, I don't have a life, imagine that. I dont really have alot else going on, which is sad considering my life used to be jampacked with interesting stuff. Now all I do is sleep early, wake up even earlier but I must say, thanks to Ernest, I am watching some good movies and reading interesting books.
WATCH POSEIDON!!1
OK,ciao. Will post a few pictures of me at various weddings next time around 'cause it seems like everyone is getting married.