An apparent day three

So, it's now wednesday, and I have to talk about last night... tsk tsk



I did my thing, got home, made a sandwich, finished reading my weekend papers- (none of the five minute wonders we have for daily newspapers... and the rags that try to write in English)- Ugandan newspapers are the worst... and I am a patriotic person, but we need a general overhaul of writers, maybe it is the readers... let us all boycott newspapers, or better still demand for a particular column only, and pay for just that... or, I digress, so the weekend papers, then I remember the book I was to pick up... something about nice girls never getting the corner office... I guess I have to settle for telly; I switch it on an promptly snooze... I do have sleep arrears.


Two friends , half a heroes and a third episodesof south park later I groggily lift my mass off the sofa and drag my feet to my bed (it is made in heaven!... you just float off to never never land and "ring ring"... and my unwinding was picking it up. someone needed to talk and again, they brought along a drink... I'm I sensing a pattern here? a group of enabling friends... are they real friends (as opposed to imaginary- stupid!)

so yes, I couldnt say no... I sat down groggily and listened to him go and on for an hour before kicking him out of my house and me getting to sleep, two nightcaps later.

Oh it is now end of day today, I really dont feel like a drink, and I hope I have run out of enabling late visiting friends... on to day four.

ps

my cat still thinks it is a dog at times, and loves to play catch.... weirdo!!!

sobriety

I dont think I am a substance abuser, but the again denial is one of the stages towards admitting an addiction. since it is let, having no clue what lent is about and who is supposed to give back what after this season, the little i understand and get from snippets of conversation it is about giving up something...

so this is my lent... getting off the juice.



day one... still good, i know i have alcohol in the house... wondering if it counts drinking that which was bought much earlier?...

I guess i will keep updating this... Monday, calm before the storm... hope it isnt that windy!!!


Tuesday

about last night, the bottle was still there and the mixer half full right there... then I got home earlier than usual... dum dum dee dum.... tap tap tap, flip channell, flip, flip , flip... calll, surf the net on my phone, flip, dum, tap, dee dum.... argh fuck it... the drink was already there, I didnt go out of my way to get any, it just seats there staring at me with it's half empty puppy eyes... and when was the last time I was here early anyway... live a little lissing, live a little.

that was that... and then the phone call, and buddy drops home, and carries a night cap... dude! I had nothing to do with this, unless you count tipsy sublimnal messages *hehehe* so what the heck... is someone looking for me or what!

so I am writing this today on tuesday, close to twos day... like day two and I am about to get off work... early agin... but this is because some stupid idiot is trying to pull his weight, in the process, losing me 12 hours of valuable production time, which means for real, i will be multitasking tommorow, in between screaming phone calls from different bosses- I juust might need a drink at the thought of this... but nope.. I shall not be moved!

In love actually lust... whatever! it is a good feeling!

day three coming up!!

Phase 2

About september 2006, I gleefully quit the world of advertising, threw up my hands and yelled that's it... I have had just about enough.... i need to get out before I grab the watchman's rungu and funny looking object he carries around menancingly, in the name of protection; (a gun is it?) and proceed to pound on any head that maks me think baseball practise.

It took several months (literally) to switch off from advertising.... several dozen series from 24, CSI, Rome, how I met your mother, coupling boston legal, vanished etc; many, many novels- that led to the need to create more book shelves; piano; partying promptly followed by hermiting; travelling; catching up with everything that had been put on hold; gyming; cable TV... and then I began to unravel and unwind and finally switch off from the mind functioning like a darn copywriter.

Then landed Zazz, a complete stranger with great ideas, and then took off my first phase of my thirties; event. this was/is great fun.. alot of draining, mind numbing, feet throbbing, red eyed, late nights, but fun nontheless; our fun. We learnt the world of perception, and played it to the fullest; produced big shows; publishd magazines; had great photo and video shoots; sorted through the crowd and hand picked our team; briefed and debriefed; dreamt and executed; laughed and cried; yelled and kept mumb; drew up contracts; learnt to put a price on our expertise... all these on an almost nonexistent budget.- true story!!!

you must be wondering where all this is going.... we getting there- slowly slowly, mos mos, mpola mpola............ and we are here; 2009 and phase two (I assume) of my thirties; want to guess? back again- in advertising, copywriting! Loooooove the brand I am working on, haaaaaaaaaaaaaate the screamers that be my clients, and the emotional extrovert that be my MD, the passive aggressive introvert that be my creative director, the emotionally stunted idiot that be the video editor; the pompous villager dressed up in'town' clothes that uses words like lugubrious and walloped in heavily accented spoken English, and of course, the rest- meaning they dont quite impact on me.

so, today, i am particularly sleepy, and not in the mood for work... so I figured I may be a bit constructive and jot down a little something something on my blogspot. well, at least the information's mine- or so i ignorantly and arogantly think- I just looking for an excuse to say "fuck facebook!" because I can... yes, I can.

oh, and in the process of my very self involved piece about me life and me, me, me, me... I forgot to mention landmark happenings that touched the core of my life philosophy and me; however remote.

I got to stay in a relationship longer than ever- true, mostly due to the fact that it is long distance;- fell in love with the idea of it, got disillusioned, was not surprised but disappointed at him, tried to get off him, hated what I kept bumping into, changed my mind and figured I just might settle, then thought, you know what, a bit busy right now, it'll happen when it happens; was saddened and shaken by the election violence in Kenya; was totally unamused when got a peek at the greed of those with so much aready; acquired a good friend; got to get so much off 'the things I would like to do' list; mentally got several people off their pedestals and realised there are ery few exceptional people; witnessed history as Obama got elected as president... I shall remember the rest....

Let me get back to my crazy world! and soon the events start again, I start my mba while I am still in advertising.

toodles!

been too long...

then we discovered facebook... and got all excited about it, and met all these people, some remaining as names, blurs, or simple who? and "it was good"

then kinda became the day in day out, not really day to day thingy-ma-bob it had promised to be. so we dumped it... and ta daaa here we are again.

last time it was mandy the bitch... now it is psycho sicko the kitty cat!!

should be back with more... love, lust, comebacks, flashbacks, ups, downs, what-the-fucks? oh and yeah... obama this obama that, everywhere obama obama... Miriam chose a wrong time to the kick the bucket... we didnt here it drop in all the pandemonium about Africa's biggest moment- did I say Africa... i meant the bloody planet earth!!

obviously on fire... burrrrning the pages... will be back!!

toodles

BITCH!!

I was going home and thought it weird (even in a drunken kinda way), I kept bumping into her each time I got home from the pub

She would pretend not to be staring at me, then amble silently behind me, closer each time… spooky yeah?

Then one day, she threw caution to the wind and charged right at me, all I could think is “shit!!”- that’s the most I could come up with considering my most inconvenient heels that gave me five inches that came in handy during my ‘this-is-THE-kick-ass-campaign’ pitch earlier on that day, bulky handbag, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other- mid ‘drunk smsing’, I wasn’t about to start sprinting… so I did what I had learnt from my earlier toddler days closed my eyes, held my breath and stood real still, if I cant see her then I am not here, right?...

… what seemed like an eternity later, I opened my eyes and she was seated right in front of me staring with this quizzical look on her face; so I did the next logical thing, now that I was invisible I could try tip toe (try that in high heels) to my door, about 50 metres away. And she figured all is weird but good (considering she only appeared when I was intoxicated) and she got on to wagging her tail, and proceeded to sniff her introduction to me while nudging bulky handbag with head…

Drunken “ooooooooh….”

She then scampered off and came with a brood/litter of puppies… I was taken! And there started my odd love affair with Mandy the bitch!

She was soon lounging in front of my door after the watchmen around the flats had sold off the puppies, getting me to change my pants every other morning as she soiled them gleefully with her muddy paws… and fancied this the highlight of her day.

She almost burst with excitement when I took to jogging around the block several times… I was a woman after her heart… as she ran back and forth.

She never learnt how to catch or fetch.... whatever…. Or just assumed that I was trying to exercise when I threw a stick, she dutifully walked me to the stick each time and grabbed it out of my hand like she wanted to ‘throw’ while I ‘fetched’.

She knew that I couldn’t stand the kids back from school congregating outside my block to play and talk at volume 30… so she rounded up all the rest, and convinced them to pet her and chase her up and down right outside my flat raising their volumes to 50!

When Ramu passed on, she sat quietly as I sobbed into the night, trying to hold a sad expression, and hoping that I might decide to go jogging at 3am in the morning...

Life's a bitch and then one adopts you!

another sequel

There have been some good times, probably more to come

Great thoughts, lots of laughter, heated passion that burns distractedly through time

And dark moments that tear loud

Thoughts e’en transient imprint a smile, however distant

Excitement; digging and comparing treasure and skeletons alike

Admiration, excitement, surprises, darkness, sombreness, pain

Another time and another place

Locks picked; healing whilst others are just not meant to be

Time has come to build some; memories and skeletons alike

I hear, I forget; I write, I remember; I do, I never forget

Cliché is what is boring, but that is probably why it is so

Out of context, that which we seek lives in a timeline, not herein

The strengths we see maybe fading imprints of times past,

The spark and sometimes cackle may threaten to come to life but soon smoulder and nothing but sooty smoke is left

Once upon a time I loved hard, then converse came to pass each and every time; and I will keep on so

Age teaches us the balance in life

Prey and predator always have a place, but two of the same soon part ways

For every action a reaction; good, evil; love, hate and it maybe you, or me

I hate the ordinary words put together… they don’t begin to explain feel

I have these doors in front of me ol’ friend,

The digging’s done; I would like to start building

I open these, but I have to close the other

Mine eyes are weary, my hands are no longer with dirt, my being is itching and ready for go

I still love, I still smile, and reminisce I probably will still have or not

The last song played is ringing in my ears, and for the first time I really got it…

“No, I do not… ok maybe a little”

I end with my beloved semi-colon… it may be shut, but not locked xxx;

the one...

Sticky First Date....

If you didn't see this on the Tonight show, I hope you're sitting down
when you read it. This is probably the funniest date story ever, first
date or not!!! We have all had bad dates but this takes the cake.

Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date
that a woman ever had.

The winner described her worst first date experience. There was
absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!

She said it was midwinter... Snowing and quite cold...and the guy had
taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah.

It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and
truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful
until they were headed home late that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to
realize that she should not have had that extra latte.

They were about an hour away from anywhere with a restroom and in the
middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she
did for a while.

Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a
point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside
the road, or it would be the front seat of his car.

They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her
pants down and started.

In the deep snow, she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest
against the rear fender to steady herself.

Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic, and
indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could
think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing
nature of the situation.

Upon finishing, however, she soon became aware of another sensation.

As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks
were firmly glued against the car's fender.

Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she
attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly
apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold.

Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor of the moment, she
answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply
that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off" and in need of some assistance!

He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater
and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing.

She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose
themselves, they assessed her dilemma.

Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with
a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her
chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal.

Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first
place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free.

So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip
his pants and pee her butt off the fender. As the audience screamed in
laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down. Or perhaps that
should be "pants down." And you thought your first date was embarrassing.

Jay Leno's comment...
"This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off."

Oh, and how did the first date turn out?

He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.

Cest mon ami??

I cannot use his real name… Kampala is too small a town and the world seems to be converging towards one centre… like a black hole of sorts- it must be the shrinking poles… think drowning polar bears and mating penguins… north and south poles…any other thought qualifies for a not so happy one month in this new year! So I shall pick Claude.

My very first introduction to Claude was as a pawn being rammed down his throat by his CD. His uninterested jaded outlook gave way to a distant gleam that was fully matured to the full tale tell signs of a amateur poker player with aces… oh dear, I really did push it this time- this wasn’t the deep end, more like we’re in the dark waters darling, think astronomy, astrology or whichever noun you think will get to shore if the sharks, or unfriendly giant jelly fish, no- sting rays don’t get you first. Then again, if you cant swim- might as well drink up and drown as fast as possible.

Now I may tickle your fancy or bore you to death with the details of the relationship I had with him…. But don’t want to send you to sleep so early in the year- let’s just say, that was a proper introduction to the bitchy world of advertising that I still so love; loved; still love. Work and the additional perks (look at package)

So several years later on the eve of 2008 we hook up again- Chinese dinner, lining our alarmingly thinning stomach walls, or whatever shock therapy all the articles and books say about fueling up before drinking… and we picked up the thread of thought from… uuuh who cares when.

After five minutes of initial bunter- what have you dropped, picked up… I noticed and he says meet Laura. Who is quick to mention how the first trimester’s a bitch… hmmm. Once again fast forward… dinner, fireworks, pub, cab, home… the after party? Yep- breakfast and still yipping on… crash out at various uncomfortable positions guaranteeing a mammoth hangover.

Up at lunch time; hair of a dog; more yik yak… and when the clock struck 3.34… zip- we were done… and as I reflected in not so comfortable silence, in between throwing morsels of conversation at girlfriend I realised… all we did was recap talk, and recap bitch, and recap gossip and recap recap… stop thinking Lissing, go with the moment...going gone

Time to go home. Happy new year… should do this again.

Ps

No- we never did shag!