i was chatting with Nevender and remembered this thing we used to chorus in school , primary , and a bit into secondary ( i wonder how the girls got a wind of it) anyway...
someone would stand up and say something like
'guys, tomorrow, we have PE so come in gym wear'
and peeps would go
'stale news!'
really it was just for the fun of it, it really sounded funny and the nonchalant look on everyones face as they went on with thier business.
or it would be
'HM wants to see us in the hall at 4pm'
and the chorus would come
'stale news'
and then...
'guys its lunch time
stale news!
or it would be something as silly as
'guys tomorrow is my birthday.'
stale news
or
'we have mixed exercises on Thursday instead of Friday coz its a public holiday,'
Stale news!
it became such apart of our lives that everything became stale news , nonchalantly said and feelings hardened, no body was hurt any more till the fateful day the social graces minster official ,( oba was it her ) or the education minister herself came to announce something, i donno who it was but it was an *official or minister.
so she comes in smartly as we are in night prep. and announces,
" guys tomorrow, there will be no prep coz we are going to do final dress rehearsals for *YCS."
AND the dreaded chorus followed
'STALE NEWS!'
it was interesting to watch peeps for the first time clasp their hands over their mouths, awakening from their nonchalant stupor to realise they had said this to an official in s.6 at that!
well,we fetched jerrycans of water all afternoon the next day for that!
if anyone was in Namagunga in my class or generally heard about that 'stale news' saga then it must be a bunch of
STALE NEWS!
* officials and ministers were the titles we gave our leaders in Namagunga , in other schools it was prefects
*YCS ...ummm young Christian society. we had annual celebrations oba it was termly... cant remember but every class was expected to present something and all schools in this society would visit each other with a play or dance... i miss YCS and the practise, i still think NAMAGUNGA made perfect productions... it was up to the T!
Okay, YCS anyone? is it a ringing-a-bell?
happy nu year
i aint gon cry no more
about
you
or anything
because i am gon do better
this year 'round.
no i aint gon cry
about yesterday.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
happy new year
new things ,
new friends
old loves
old stories
take the time, mate
to sift through it all
dusty photographs
new mantle pieces
let the new year
be
a bit of both
joy to keep you afloat
sorrow to help you grow
a bit of both
the spice of life
HaPpy Nu YeaR!
new friends
old loves
old stories
take the time, mate
to sift through it all
dusty photographs
new mantle pieces
let the new year
be
a bit of both
joy to keep you afloat
sorrow to help you grow
a bit of both
the spice of life
HaPpy Nu YeaR!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
merry christmas , love
NOTE: found this somewhere on the net. have a merry xmas with all your significant others including mother father sister brother...etc
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five chocolate gold coins , four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight tasty cookies , a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten love songs to play , nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven passionate kisses, ten love songs to play, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, twelve no-chore coupons, eleven passionate kisses, ten love songs to play, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
XOXO
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, five chocolate gold coins , four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight tasty cookies , a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten love songs to play , nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven passionate kisses, ten love songs to play, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, twelve no-chore coupons, eleven passionate kisses, ten love songs to play, nine hidden love notes, eight tasty cookies, a seven minute massage, six candy kisses, five chocolate gold coins, four telephone calls, three nice hugs, two blooming flowers, and a sweet kiss on my forehead.
XOXO
Monday, December 22, 2008
please dont read this if you really wanna be happy
'hey, my plane leaves tomorrow night, i will be home for Christmas, most def! now Cookoo, don't eat all the chicken and chockies before i get home, i love you. i have your gift too.Merry xmas'
sunny never made it home for Christmas that year.
and ever again.
we buried him behind the groves of my grandfathers' shamba in Nkokonjeru where my father was born.
and two years later, i still cannot get over it, neither could i delete the message he sent me from Burkina Faso.
the day his plane crushed, Mamzelle had gone to pick him from the airport. Mamzelle- a name we gave my cousin because she was an ardent french admirer, mimicked them and for a while had lived in France- wanted to meet him first and let him see her new Honda.
i smirk at that
it was funny then.
but now
my eyes cloud over and i swallow hard trying not to choke at the lump that had risen in my throat. my eyes glaze over and the small bold Times Romans text message staring back at me from the screen of my Nokia seems to swim in little black squares and lines.
we knew something was wrong when she seemed to take longer than ever.
'maybe its delayed' my father said with a shrug, languidly turning over the long rectangular leaflets of the newspaper.
my mother was getting anxious...'but not for this long, the food is long ready and he should have been home, ' she wrung her fingers nervously then forced a smile. a far away glint lit her eyes and she droned absently,
'oh am sure he misses my cooking, my little boy...'
'he's a man now Sarah,' my dad retorted behind the paper impatiently, 'and i am sure he would want you to treat him like that.'
'hm,' my mum replied a little annoyed,' even men have mothers and they need to be treated like boys now and again, '
my dad grunted and i could feel my mother hold her breath for something i had heard before. this time she did not want to quarrel
so she let it go.
'Cookoo come help me with the dishes, i hope Mamzelle has not decided to take him shopping, you know that girl!'
she trailed off as she headed to the kitchen.
i wiped my cheeks and cradled the pillow close...
Sunny called me Cookoo, it was his special name for me... because i loved chicken alot, ate it with alot of relish that entertained everyone.
he was such a tease. i cried at first then he told me it was coz he loved me that's why he called me Cookoo.
soon everyone was calling me that.t caught on and stayed. even when i turned 15.
i knew what he was bringing me
till Mamzelle called dad 2 hours later and told him, in a haltering tone...
the plane never really landed, thirty minutes before making it to its destination point, it got complications and burst into flames.
everyone died.
mam fainted.
Dad froze
i refused to believe it.
two years later and i cant believe it.
i wait for his call, the present
but most of all for him to come home for Christmas, like he said he would.
sunny never made it home for Christmas that year.
and ever again.
we buried him behind the groves of my grandfathers' shamba in Nkokonjeru where my father was born.
and two years later, i still cannot get over it, neither could i delete the message he sent me from Burkina Faso.
the day his plane crushed, Mamzelle had gone to pick him from the airport. Mamzelle- a name we gave my cousin because she was an ardent french admirer, mimicked them and for a while had lived in France- wanted to meet him first and let him see her new Honda.
i smirk at that
it was funny then.
but now
my eyes cloud over and i swallow hard trying not to choke at the lump that had risen in my throat. my eyes glaze over and the small bold Times Romans text message staring back at me from the screen of my Nokia seems to swim in little black squares and lines.
we knew something was wrong when she seemed to take longer than ever.
'maybe its delayed' my father said with a shrug, languidly turning over the long rectangular leaflets of the newspaper.
my mother was getting anxious...'but not for this long, the food is long ready and he should have been home, ' she wrung her fingers nervously then forced a smile. a far away glint lit her eyes and she droned absently,
'oh am sure he misses my cooking, my little boy...'
'he's a man now Sarah,' my dad retorted behind the paper impatiently, 'and i am sure he would want you to treat him like that.'
'hm,' my mum replied a little annoyed,' even men have mothers and they need to be treated like boys now and again, '
my dad grunted and i could feel my mother hold her breath for something i had heard before. this time she did not want to quarrel
so she let it go.
'Cookoo come help me with the dishes, i hope Mamzelle has not decided to take him shopping, you know that girl!'
she trailed off as she headed to the kitchen.
i wiped my cheeks and cradled the pillow close...
Sunny called me Cookoo, it was his special name for me... because i loved chicken alot, ate it with alot of relish that entertained everyone.
he was such a tease. i cried at first then he told me it was coz he loved me that's why he called me Cookoo.
soon everyone was calling me that.t caught on and stayed. even when i turned 15.
i knew what he was bringing me
till Mamzelle called dad 2 hours later and told him, in a haltering tone...
the plane never really landed, thirty minutes before making it to its destination point, it got complications and burst into flames.
everyone died.
mam fainted.
Dad froze
i refused to believe it.
two years later and i cant believe it.
i wait for his call, the present
but most of all for him to come home for Christmas, like he said he would.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
mid week breather...
i was so totally touched by the Christmas spirit at New Vision,
apparently we ought to get every one a present, so you don't pick a pal, names are put in pieces of paper and folded and you pick one. whoever it is, make sure you get them a present and give them to the person in charge who will hand them over on Christmas day at work to the respective owners (well , i am thinking that would spread Christmas cheer even in office for peeps that wont have leave like so me of us) so am busy thinking what i should buy for the person i am to get a present for, i have never talked to him meanwhile! and i think its a great way of getting acquainted with your workmates!
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i found this some where on the net and thought it was totally sweet
I run up the door,
and closed the stairs,
said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
turned off the bed and hopped into the night
all because you kissed me goodnight!
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A shoe-in for comedy- cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com you need to check this out! am not over bush yet neither are the kings of comedy! pity that the journalist that threw his shoes dint get them back but a jail sentence, pauvre, pauvre homme!
apparently we ought to get every one a present, so you don't pick a pal, names are put in pieces of paper and folded and you pick one. whoever it is, make sure you get them a present and give them to the person in charge who will hand them over on Christmas day at work to the respective owners (well , i am thinking that would spread Christmas cheer even in office for peeps that wont have leave like so me of us) so am busy thinking what i should buy for the person i am to get a present for, i have never talked to him meanwhile! and i think its a great way of getting acquainted with your workmates!
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
i found this some where on the net and thought it was totally sweet
I run up the door,
and closed the stairs,
said my pajamas
and put on my prayers,
turned off the bed and hopped into the night
all because you kissed me goodnight!
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
A shoe-in for comedy- cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com you need to check this out! am not over bush yet neither are the kings of comedy! pity that the journalist that threw his shoes dint get them back but a jail sentence, pauvre, pauvre homme!
Monday, December 15, 2008
of Bush and shoes
now, i am not a political fanatic,
i read the news, yes and i should be (as assumed) an ardent follower of the goings on in the world over from electing prime ministers in Thailand to Greek strikes and Mugabe's tantrums and disillusions to Ghana's presidential re-elections and Bavarian strikes or that Kony has been ambushed (glad though)...name it... but no, its part of the job so when i saw two shoes being flung at Bush off a certain News net work and recorded it and watched it over and over and over and laughed my side to bits, i wasnt thinking (not that iam a sadist) but
OMG! isnt this bad for politics , isnt it you know some sort of grave political statement for people like Obama...
nah... i looked at it as the comedy of life.... more like 'Gosh, this Man must be hated by Iraqi's but rather that his regime has had a 'shoe finale' ending to it'
and it was more like a' huge embarasssing thing' in my own opinion.
if i was Bush and i had to answer questions like what was the most embarassing or 'terriblest' experience for you ever,
i would say, 'when a journalist threw both his shoes at me'
and laugh at it because, (to me, prolly unlike Bush) i would get embarrassed, mad, hurt to think the Whooooooolllllle world saw it... then later...months later or even days later, i would laugh at it! (ligfe has too many facets to gripe at haters who you wont see forever) i have laughed at many things tht have happened to me that prolly would be awkward and embarassing and terribly painful but... i love to see the comedy in all spheres of life's phenomenal occurences...
therefore,
i started my day with my funny bone rubbed to bits!
if you dint see it prolly watch out for all the international news on every local station tonight!
i got a still version here though!
take care
SHOE TRIVIA
The shoes were said to be a size 11
in Arabic culture, hurling and hitting people with shoes is equvalent to spitting in their face (it is the highest form of insult
i read the news, yes and i should be (as assumed) an ardent follower of the goings on in the world over from electing prime ministers in Thailand to Greek strikes and Mugabe's tantrums and disillusions to Ghana's presidential re-elections and Bavarian strikes or that Kony has been ambushed (glad though)...name it... but no, its part of the job so when i saw two shoes being flung at Bush off a certain News net work and recorded it and watched it over and over and over and laughed my side to bits, i wasnt thinking (not that iam a sadist) but
OMG! isnt this bad for politics , isnt it you know some sort of grave political statement for people like Obama...
nah... i looked at it as the comedy of life.... more like 'Gosh, this Man must be hated by Iraqi's but rather that his regime has had a 'shoe finale' ending to it'
and it was more like a' huge embarasssing thing' in my own opinion.
if i was Bush and i had to answer questions like what was the most embarassing or 'terriblest' experience for you ever,
i would say, 'when a journalist threw both his shoes at me'
and laugh at it because, (to me, prolly unlike Bush) i would get embarrassed, mad, hurt to think the Whooooooolllllle world saw it... then later...months later or even days later, i would laugh at it! (ligfe has too many facets to gripe at haters who you wont see forever) i have laughed at many things tht have happened to me that prolly would be awkward and embarassing and terribly painful but... i love to see the comedy in all spheres of life's phenomenal occurences...
therefore,
i started my day with my funny bone rubbed to bits!
if you dint see it prolly watch out for all the international news on every local station tonight!
i got a still version here though!
take care
SHOE TRIVIA
The shoes were said to be a size 11
in Arabic culture, hurling and hitting people with shoes is equvalent to spitting in their face (it is the highest form of insult
Friday, December 12, 2008
gossssssssssiiiiiiiip!
for everyone that was waiting for the updates of the wedding...
anyway
i did not lie to my boss,
i kinda did what i had to do, my supervisor wasnt around (she's my producer actually)so i leave her my work already done and tell her i shall be out for the afternoon. this wedding was not for missing, (pity i dont have pictures now but when i get it i will post them)
now this wedding was at KPC church was from midday to 2pm then we went straight to the reception ground 2pm to 5pm
the theme was African
the bride wore no make up, hey, Robyn (Joyce is now Mrs Wadulo!)
she wore a plan heavy linen strapless creamish dress with tiny dark brown beads running across it... (she made them herself) meanwhile, her hair was natural and plaited in two neat cornrows. the groom was in a light linen brownish cream print top and dark brown linen trousers, they both wore African sandals,
the matron and best man wore dark chocolate brown. a lovely halter neck sweeping long dress for the matron with chiffon huge ribbon at the front and the guy brown slacks and a brown top same design as groom.
flower girl, pretty little thing, in a cream dress with animal brown prints like the maid with her, both strapless and the little thing had her hair plaited in three neat cornrows holding a little wooden stiff basket filled with petals of fresh flowers of all kinds and she tossed them behind her as she walked out of the church followed by the the bridal entourage.
skip forward...
anyway at the reception, Arapapa gardens
it was a BBQ thing and the rule is
'no rules about it,' get right in and pick your plate and serve whether the entourage is around or not. so anyway we get in and guess what, the bride and groom arrive and match to this song,
"i feel good! talalalala, oh i feel good! i got you!' that James Brown song!
anyway there was soooo much to eat, each serving corner had its own food so it was for walking all over the place to get food.
then there was no high table, the bagole mingled with everyone, went from table to table greeting everyone who had come, the arrangement was parasols holding an eight seater table each.
the music! lol! they played Bob Marley's, stir it up!, i love that song, aerosmith's, dont wanna miss a thing... gene i was glad the groom, a truly particular guy picked all his music himself... all of it!
so the cake was huuuuuuge two huge rectangular slabs of rich creamy chocolate cake and you could get as many helpings as possible, meanwhile they dint cut that cake with the 'congratulations' song to it, nah, while the speeches went on, the ushers moved into place to cut the cake and they simply cut a cake for formalities sake for their parents... there were no formal arrangements like the brides parents , here and the groom's parent's here! naaah, real Kayola
it was beautiful...
so i came in to office with what i was wearing
went for the service and changed clothes in the ladies... i went ethiopian!
i dint want to miss the opportunity of wearing it....
got abit tipsy from a glass of wine and left before i took more and messed up the night bulletin.
for those asking, i be NEWS ANCHOR WITH UBC FORMER UTV AT 9PM .
but we work in shifts so.... i could be on this week and next week am not and the other week am on, and not the next week.
well anyhow, i managed to write this off a work PC while working... still having internet probs at work
but
i passed by ALL your blogs on Tuesday but couldnt comment coz the on-air computer does not allow many things, oh bother!
but surely tomorrow i will m ake sure i do alorrove commenting
so i dont regret a bit about sneaking off to the wedding, meanwhile that couple are taking a 'around the world in 100 days trips' for honeymoon! beat that!
i hahaed!
LATER!
LUVLY WEEKEND
luv ya
and be good!
anyway
i did not lie to my boss,
i kinda did what i had to do, my supervisor wasnt around (she's my producer actually)so i leave her my work already done and tell her i shall be out for the afternoon. this wedding was not for missing, (pity i dont have pictures now but when i get it i will post them)
now this wedding was at KPC church was from midday to 2pm then we went straight to the reception ground 2pm to 5pm
the theme was African
the bride wore no make up, hey, Robyn (Joyce is now Mrs Wadulo!)
she wore a plan heavy linen strapless creamish dress with tiny dark brown beads running across it... (she made them herself) meanwhile, her hair was natural and plaited in two neat cornrows. the groom was in a light linen brownish cream print top and dark brown linen trousers, they both wore African sandals,
the matron and best man wore dark chocolate brown. a lovely halter neck sweeping long dress for the matron with chiffon huge ribbon at the front and the guy brown slacks and a brown top same design as groom.
flower girl, pretty little thing, in a cream dress with animal brown prints like the maid with her, both strapless and the little thing had her hair plaited in three neat cornrows holding a little wooden stiff basket filled with petals of fresh flowers of all kinds and she tossed them behind her as she walked out of the church followed by the the bridal entourage.
skip forward...
anyway at the reception, Arapapa gardens
it was a BBQ thing and the rule is
'no rules about it,' get right in and pick your plate and serve whether the entourage is around or not. so anyway we get in and guess what, the bride and groom arrive and match to this song,
"i feel good! talalalala, oh i feel good! i got you!' that James Brown song!
anyway there was soooo much to eat, each serving corner had its own food so it was for walking all over the place to get food.
then there was no high table, the bagole mingled with everyone, went from table to table greeting everyone who had come, the arrangement was parasols holding an eight seater table each.
the music! lol! they played Bob Marley's, stir it up!, i love that song, aerosmith's, dont wanna miss a thing... gene i was glad the groom, a truly particular guy picked all his music himself... all of it!
so the cake was huuuuuuge two huge rectangular slabs of rich creamy chocolate cake and you could get as many helpings as possible, meanwhile they dint cut that cake with the 'congratulations' song to it, nah, while the speeches went on, the ushers moved into place to cut the cake and they simply cut a cake for formalities sake for their parents... there were no formal arrangements like the brides parents , here and the groom's parent's here! naaah, real Kayola
it was beautiful...
so i came in to office with what i was wearing
went for the service and changed clothes in the ladies... i went ethiopian!
i dint want to miss the opportunity of wearing it....
got abit tipsy from a glass of wine and left before i took more and messed up the night bulletin.
for those asking, i be NEWS ANCHOR WITH UBC FORMER UTV AT 9PM .
but we work in shifts so.... i could be on this week and next week am not and the other week am on, and not the next week.
well anyhow, i managed to write this off a work PC while working... still having internet probs at work
but
i passed by ALL your blogs on Tuesday but couldnt comment coz the on-air computer does not allow many things, oh bother!
but surely tomorrow i will m ake sure i do alorrove commenting
so i dont regret a bit about sneaking off to the wedding, meanwhile that couple are taking a 'around the world in 100 days trips' for honeymoon! beat that!
i hahaed!
LATER!
LUVLY WEEKEND
luv ya
and be good!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
the week so far
howdy!
I've been partially dead with no internet...
but now... i come alive!
firstly
i think Robert Mugabe must die! i am as tired of him as the UN, EU, AU, COMESA EASB and every international, national body plus country in the world and the man has the nerve to defend himself in the midst of thousands dead and infected...why doesnt he get it, that its over! he cant work his magic no more... time up! he gotta go! generallly God is thinking of another leader!
then
i be thinking how i am going to leave work for an afternoon to attend a wedding and i cant lie to my supervisor that i have some appointment or other but i really have to go for this wedding, its a compulsory call!
finally
how have you been, all of you, i was dancing aloooooot through out the weekend (dance practise for a christmas church presentation) and its working wonders on my skin, i truly look beautiful! even me, i admired!
then my hangups ended sort of
after i got home sato afternoon and watched 'Dont mess with the Zohan' i yelled with spurts of laughter all through the movie (meanwhile i watched it on my laptop coz i had no electricity) and with every outburst, i felt better..
i slept a more fulfilled woman
i realised i havent laughed heartily at nonsense in a looooong time. i didnt like 'Epic Movie' But i hear there is another movie in that category of 'scary movie', 'meet the spartans' and etc's cant wait to have a good laugh soon, other wise do enjoy your week
be good , luv ya
mwaaaaah!
p.ps, i looooooove that song This is Home! eeeh switchfoot! lol!
I've been partially dead with no internet...
but now... i come alive!
firstly
i think Robert Mugabe must die! i am as tired of him as the UN, EU, AU, COMESA EASB and every international, national body plus country in the world and the man has the nerve to defend himself in the midst of thousands dead and infected...why doesnt he get it, that its over! he cant work his magic no more... time up! he gotta go! generallly God is thinking of another leader!
then
i be thinking how i am going to leave work for an afternoon to attend a wedding and i cant lie to my supervisor that i have some appointment or other but i really have to go for this wedding, its a compulsory call!
finally
how have you been, all of you, i was dancing aloooooot through out the weekend (dance practise for a christmas church presentation) and its working wonders on my skin, i truly look beautiful! even me, i admired!
then my hangups ended sort of
after i got home sato afternoon and watched 'Dont mess with the Zohan' i yelled with spurts of laughter all through the movie (meanwhile i watched it on my laptop coz i had no electricity) and with every outburst, i felt better..
i slept a more fulfilled woman
i realised i havent laughed heartily at nonsense in a looooong time. i didnt like 'Epic Movie' But i hear there is another movie in that category of 'scary movie', 'meet the spartans' and etc's cant wait to have a good laugh soon, other wise do enjoy your week
be good , luv ya
mwaaaaah!
p.ps, i looooooove that song This is Home! eeeh switchfoot! lol!
Friday, December 05, 2008
friday heavies
Am thinking of the song ‘iris’ by the googoo dolls. its weird but I never get enough of that song
Songs have a way of expressing the way I feel at the moment.
There was a time , ‘when you say nothing at all,’ moved me to tears… in a phase I was in, the song wafted from my neighbour’s room In Box, Campus. I was on the balcony fighting the two strongest forces in life ‘love and hate, wanting to hate but knowing that life exists in love and I was love, I breathed it, I longed for it and longed to understand it but hate was cold and easy to accept but hard to hold on to before it camouflaged and became a you that you would hate… a disease… like spider man’s black suite… remember spider man 3?
Then iris… oh iris…
’and I don’t want the whole world to see me,
coz I don’t think that they‘d understand,
when everything is meant to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am’
Reminds me of my last rock night;
I had just gotten infor that, ’he’ was bad for me, so my friend took me out to cheer me up. I sat back on those wooden benches at steak- out, krest on the rocks in my hand and drunk every word, every phrase and every emotion that spewed out of that song, it reverberated through my senses like soothing methylated spirit, washing and stinging the wound in my soul. When it ended and I opened my tightly clenched eyes, I felt cleaned up, raw and aching but consoled. I had the tears to show for it.
‘Stay’ by twelve stones.
I would be lost without that song,(okay thats abit intense...but ...ish) it reminds me of my sister too, we both love it… there is an intensity a yearning, a longing strung in the voices, the tune ,the whole body of that song that makes you think…wonder, feel the intensity.
I love radio; it’s a whole lot better than television. Radio had forever been like therapy for me, if studios could talk, I would be guilty as charged for crying, bowling like a baby in the dead of night behind the mics, while doing a late show… especially if it was one of those bad days, when I would be low or my heart was breaking over something. It was/ is so worthwhile to play music in a room full of speakers with headphones on, (volume turned up on both phones and speakers,) feels like a haven of sound. I would bow my head on the control table and cry my heart out, I d make sure I d cue in songs that I like or play them off air while I mute what’s playing on air,usually they were slow, meditative or crazily rocky but definitely right for the moment,
I remember crying to ‘Jill Phillips’ everyday (and playing it over and over again, off air)
‘I can’t believe, can’t believe that we are here,
I can’t complain, can’t complain,
I could go on for a million more years,
if we danced like this every day’
THAT SONG!
AND
‘The way we mend’ Bebo Norman ‘I need you to love me’ Barlow girl and ‘ holding on’ J moss(playing it now) and ‘make me a believer’ Jake on the Left Behind soundtrack… that song still sends pangs of so much emotion within me especially when I replay the scene in that movie when Kirk Cameroon as…that journalist can’t remember his name, realizes Nikolai is the anti-christ and he is overwhelmed, bewildered, locks himself in the bathroom of the then UN offices, paces, the song plays and he starts to cry, his eyes locked to the reflection of himself in the mirror and he can’t seem to recognize the man that stares back at him or maybe finally sees who he really is and says a sinners prayer, there and then and then the drama, …he gets up against the bathroom wall and slowly slides down, his legs spread out before him and he whispers, ‘help me believe’
That was award winning for me and the song rises engulfing you in the moment of his new life experience!
Then the lyrics of ‘Sixpence none the richer’s’ ‘breathe’
‘I breathe,
THAT SONG!
AND
‘The way we mend’ Bebo Norman ‘I need you to love me’ Barlow girl and ‘ holding on’ J moss(playing it now) and ‘make me a believer’ Jake on the Left Behind soundtrack… that song still sends pangs of so much emotion within me especially when I replay the scene in that movie when Kirk Cameroon as…that journalist can’t remember his name, realizes Nikolai is the anti-christ and he is overwhelmed, bewildered, locks himself in the bathroom of the then UN offices, paces, the song plays and he starts to cry, his eyes locked to the reflection of himself in the mirror and he can’t seem to recognize the man that stares back at him or maybe finally sees who he really is and says a sinners prayer, there and then and then the drama, …he gets up against the bathroom wall and slowly slides down, his legs spread out before him and he whispers, ‘help me believe’
That was award winning for me and the song rises engulfing you in the moment of his new life experience!
Then the lyrics of ‘Sixpence none the richer’s’ ‘breathe’
‘I breathe,
the air of heaven blowing in your fragrance,
I breathe,
I feel your fullness come alive in side of me,
you’re the air that I breathe’
and her child like breathy voice… intoxicating! I first heard it on 20 the countdown magazine, a Christian countdown and got goose bumps listening to it, then I looked for it and owned it.
In the middle of the night in my sitting room floor, dimly lit, pensive, I would slowly rock back and forth, knees up against my chin as I listen to ‘I don’t have the words to pray…
In the middle of the night in my sitting room floor, dimly lit, pensive, I would slowly rock back and forth, knees up against my chin as I listen to ‘I don’t have the words to pray…
am a little down today,
can you hear me,
can you hold me’
lyrics to Move or move me by FFH
‘Smell the colour nine’ and ‘to know you’ songs that question faith and God’s ability and my mortal failure…Chris Rice and Nicole Nordeman… when I am at the crossroads
I could go on and on about the songs that still speak to me.
and In my head
I got questions
Why did they sing it?
What where they going through?
Can I be transported to that place and time, walk a mile in their shoes? To taste, feel, hear, touch, and see, what they were in then? Is it worthwhile?
To me… it is
Music is soul…it is rich,beautiful, a composition of heart and soul put in words and played to a tune. An out pouring of the true soul of a man.
‘Smell the colour nine’ and ‘to know you’ songs that question faith and God’s ability and my mortal failure…Chris Rice and Nicole Nordeman… when I am at the crossroads
I could go on and on about the songs that still speak to me.
and In my head
I got questions
Why did they sing it?
What where they going through?
Can I be transported to that place and time, walk a mile in their shoes? To taste, feel, hear, touch, and see, what they were in then? Is it worthwhile?
To me… it is
Music is soul…it is rich,beautiful, a composition of heart and soul put in words and played to a tune. An out pouring of the true soul of a man.
have yourself a fab weekend... mwaah!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
the scribbler awards and regurgitation...
i was rather abashed and flattered that i was given an award twice by two bloggers who i totally run to the net to check up on when i get on blogger emi's and nevender. thanks guys so i have deicided to start my new month doing my own award list... a really hard paper coz just about everyone is special and unique in their own way
Rules:
Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5(five) most-deserving bloggy Friends.
Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this Post,which explains The Award.
Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
like my nominators it was really hard to come down to a 5... but i did try...
ntikita ntikita there is something so extremely sweet about you, i am so dying to meet you i think thats why i have you as one of my faves, you remind me of a little girl in high school that was a good friend and was extremely shy, terribly open and had an aura of a flower about to bloom... you are like that... and i like!
the emry's maybe its the enigma, the secrecy about you that really tags at moi, but i love reading your posts, i love the title weak dudes, weakness, geez! i think you be sooooooo darned creative... and soooooooooo real, i like your moments of melancholic lapse... it makes you so real,
robo i cant forget you my deep poet! you are so deep, your poems always make me gasp in awe and amazement at the rich deep well of emotion in you... keep going ,my love, you are a star!
tandra your ramblings are so interesting for sure... so totally i cant help but keep coming to back you!
the 27th comrade you are like blogger grandpa, and your flair to captivate and thrill has never left you, you will always be one of those with a strong visual element to your writing that i marvel at greatly...my real inspiration
i don't know if others can be nominated but... crimson, petesmama, solo king ,tumwijuke three types of crazy awwww nevender ! buttercookie, ugandan girl
da tubman, antipop ,carlo you know what i cant seem to make a 5 list at all, coz every one is an award winner to me but, as emi's said, there will be next month... how could i forget you princess these awards are unfair can we make at least 10??
in other news
merry xmas and a happy new year
oh and i am having one of those months, when i just chill and listen to my soul, listen hard to what it is saying, what it wants... forgive me if my next posts will sound like hung-ups... they will be intimate nostalgic out-pourings of my soul as i regurgitate all the crap i need to clean up before the new year....
last night for one, i did that regurgitating on a packet of chocolate chip cookies and a coke! i ain't a soda person but gawsh! i had a fab time... and of course alot of chit chat with a friend that just doesn't mind listening to me regurgitate! :)
it amazes me there are guys who can truly listen for hours to emotional regurgitation!
luv y'all be good
till tomorrow!
Rules:
Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5(five) most-deserving bloggy Friends.
Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this Post,which explains The Award.
Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
like my nominators it was really hard to come down to a 5... but i did try...
ntikita ntikita there is something so extremely sweet about you, i am so dying to meet you i think thats why i have you as one of my faves, you remind me of a little girl in high school that was a good friend and was extremely shy, terribly open and had an aura of a flower about to bloom... you are like that... and i like!
the emry's maybe its the enigma, the secrecy about you that really tags at moi, but i love reading your posts, i love the title weak dudes, weakness, geez! i think you be sooooooo darned creative... and soooooooooo real, i like your moments of melancholic lapse... it makes you so real,
robo i cant forget you my deep poet! you are so deep, your poems always make me gasp in awe and amazement at the rich deep well of emotion in you... keep going ,my love, you are a star!
tandra your ramblings are so interesting for sure... so totally i cant help but keep coming to back you!
the 27th comrade you are like blogger grandpa, and your flair to captivate and thrill has never left you, you will always be one of those with a strong visual element to your writing that i marvel at greatly...my real inspiration
i don't know if others can be nominated but... crimson, petesmama, solo king ,tumwijuke three types of crazy awwww nevender ! buttercookie, ugandan girl
da tubman, antipop ,carlo you know what i cant seem to make a 5 list at all, coz every one is an award winner to me but, as emi's said, there will be next month... how could i forget you princess these awards are unfair can we make at least 10??
in other news
merry xmas and a happy new year
oh and i am having one of those months, when i just chill and listen to my soul, listen hard to what it is saying, what it wants... forgive me if my next posts will sound like hung-ups... they will be intimate nostalgic out-pourings of my soul as i regurgitate all the crap i need to clean up before the new year....
last night for one, i did that regurgitating on a packet of chocolate chip cookies and a coke! i ain't a soda person but gawsh! i had a fab time... and of course alot of chit chat with a friend that just doesn't mind listening to me regurgitate! :)
it amazes me there are guys who can truly listen for hours to emotional regurgitation!
luv y'all be good
till tomorrow!
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