fiddle dee

She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone i know i know... mercutio was talking about me

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

missing you...

I was going to blog about some really funny (funny haha and weird) events that have happened to me through most of my life when I received a call- Ramu is gone.

I remember first meeting Ramu, I was in second year and while walking into class he asked me for a pen, I gave him a pencil- then realised we were in the same class when he asked me for paper (honestly, you go to the shamba without a jembe) and I informed him that I knew he was hitting on me.

We got tight after that, mostly because our class attendance in some classes was next to nil, so virtually did these units via correspondence, he was an astute liar- I needed him for excuses when I missed tests or handed in course work late, and just feel superior when he hadnt read for an exam and I poured all my knowledge to him; with the downside of him mostly getting A's and me my B's.

a common practise was going to have lunch at the student's centre and having a beer, which became a beer too many, and doing the rest of our lectures via 'correspondence' again...

Our 'piano bar' were our favorites (we studied music) we would show off our skills (over a couple of drinks)till the wee hours of the morning on the piano, or flute, or recorder or the guitar for him, which prompted me to learn the drums... we sure do have a lot of time in university- considering we did five years each instead of four (there is a perfectly good explanation).

I will never forget the lunch time in our last year that shouldnt have been; but for the retakes we got through negligence like not showing up for a paper bcause you didnt want a C when you knew you could Ace it; back to the lunch, when I ordered a beer, and he asked for fanta and informed me he got saved over the holidays, and asked me to pass the salt.
There was silence for a bit as we both silently wondered if it would change everything....then went on talking like nothing happened.

After graduation I was disappointed that all the years of work I had put into campus culminated in the receving of a piece of paper that would show my prospective employers i was a graduate... "anticlimax" I chanted over and over- and he was vexed that he had missed his first class honours by a point and he was stuck grouped with me as an upper second (haha!)

I have vivid memories of you, and yes, we should have hooked up in Kisumu when you suggested it, and you have come to Kampala that time- and should have made it to Mombasa too.
I am stuck with your cell number which is off! you shant log on to your IM again and we shall not share another 'piano bar' moment'.

This saturday as you take your final earthly journey, listen out for Beethoven's 'moonlight sonata'- dont make a face, I played that better than you (Dr. Fr. Okello can bear witness!). We can share one last moment.

Rest In Peace Ramu- (you said it came from ramulus right- shall read up my greek mythology, till then, i will still crack up when i hear that name), and thank you for all the moments we shared; they were happy and carefree moments.

tee hee hee

someone cracked me up today...

Why Africans Can't be Terrorists:

1. We are always late; we would have missed all 4 flights.

2. We would talk loudly and bring attention to ourselves.

3. With food and drinks on the plane, we would forget why we're there.

4. . We talk with our hands; therefore we would have to put our weapons down.

5. We would ALL want to fly the plane.

6.. We would argue and start a fight in the plane.

7. We can't keep a secret; we would have told everyone a week before doingit.

number 4 is a favorite- it's sooo me!

Monday, September 11, 2006

prequel to the classics

I remember once talking about 'the classics' in literature that I had read... and this academia/ 'cultured'/ 'i-am-educated' chap looked shocked ( my 'dumb blonde look is obviously very convincing', then it changed to intrigue and to my utter dismay (he was so not my type) almost my disarray he did the body language 'i-am-interested' thingie!


You know looking deep into your eyes, turning his body to face yours, tilting of head when listening to you even mirror your facial expressions - let's just say he looked ridiculous doing this considering thaton a scale of 1 to 10 in animated speech and grand theatrical gestures I am like a 28...

*she is complaining... why?*

The answer was simple- I had only read these literary classics in their ladybird kiddy versions like in early primary school (too many years ago)... you know like gulliver's travels, a tale of two cities, around the world in eighty days- had listened to kiddy audios of great expectaions, treasure island, tom sawyer and huckleberry finn.... getting the picture? (hahahaha pun intended! books were full of pictures!)

to be continued....

yep... I bluffed my way through it... I did it so well taking up polka actually seemed like a cash cow!

Saturday, September 02, 2006

I had to do it...

I celebrate my triumph! finally dragged my lazy sedentary arse back to the gym
*applause! applause*

so it hurts to write this post; (literally- something to do with sodding lactic acid)

what I love (see thin line) about the gym

1. Being asked how much weight by a gleeful instructor who tuts surreptitiously even when I tell the truth

please note: fat weighs far less than muscle and two words- water retention; that has it covered

2. The well toned adonis who believes that anything on the treadmill next to him is competing; hence making me feel like I am waiting for a bus (see inertia)
then again, it does give a smallville feel to the whole image

3. The toning exercises that keep me giggling (to the instructor's annoyance) especially when the mirror ahead tell you you look like a dog marking it's territory

4. obese people (see 'in my opinion') who give me advise on dieting... eeeh???

5. I love the endorphins

6. The pain tells me that my 'halle' is making her way to the surface... *

7. What is with guys... chaps...lads strutting around in the gym- you almost expect the feathers (see peacock), mating call and of course the dance the only prob is the most aggressive seem to be stuck in a time warp of what they looked like- or just have gargantuan egos

8. Are sweaty guys supposed to be a turn on?...

9. I have a strong chest/bust - I always whack the weights on that machine... I am sure I will find a plus to having a strong bust... *light bulb dimming*

10. . When does the pain stop?... there is smile therapy, positive thinking, sex and if all fails... good ol pain killers.