Just when I thought I had it all in my stride…

I saw my ex at this new joint in town, with his madame…I wanted to leave as soon as I got there,but my girl convinced me otherwise. After one drink, I saw them leave, which kinda relaxed my urge to leave the party. I held it together until today, I’m in traffic, and it occurs to me that he’s moved on,and I’m still thinking…hurting…I broke down, tried to keep from ramming into the vehicle ahead of me as i had to repeatedly wipe the salty drizzle from my eyes…
And I don’t want to hear about, ‘time will healall wounds’ I know that for crying out loud!
I just need to find my happiness again, i need to occupy my thoughts and memory with something a lot more profound. A part of me wants to hate him, with the hope that I will feel better…I can’t do it. I know I’ve moved on, I just need to find my spring…I want to laugh again, beam with pleasure from anothers’ compliments to me, time spent with me.
And I need my Mother to cut me some slack…I don’t need the constant reminder that I’m single. And no match-making, please. I need the transition to be as natural as possible for me.
Feel free to listen, understand then pour out some words of wisdom.
Till next time, easy doe it

My week’s start…

Another week begins and I’ve got only one of 6 assignments covered. The other 5 are group assignments and the group members are the kind that make up the list, do zilch, and yet expect a free grade.
My work-out gets better by the day. Today’s triple set of 10’s abs crunches have me abuzz, I got to class in time,, listening to Regina Belle off a Walkman while I wait for the lecturer to show up.
Whilst watching tele last night, I learnt about the Freegan lifestyle where some people in New York pick food and furniture from the trash! Don’t be grossed out. These guys go through trash from hotels dumpsters, coffee shops, supermarkets….and the stuff that gets thrown out, like packs of milk a few days from their expiry date 4 days earlier, or  a pack of eggs thrown out because one was cracked…all this makes for loads of food, and these people pay an average of $10 a week on food, how cool is that?!
I’m giving it some thought, however the thought of trying to get you guys on the same thought train might attract reactions such as “Shaaa! Bandaba batya?!”
Till next time, easy does it.

The hustle and bustle that’s Kampala….

I had a fruitful day in the sense that I got most of my school work done, however I did criss-cross between Gaba and the centre of town twice, ( did I tell you I had 2hrs at the gym at about 6a.m.?) So you can imagine the fatigue I’m feeling right now.
During one of those trips in the ma3’s,I overheard a gentleman, on foot, remark to another in their car…”You’re lost!” I was already playing out my response, had he said that to me…”Excuse me? I’m not lost. I understand perfectly well, where it is I’m going…idiot(said with an exaggerated Nigerian accent)!

Anyhue…it’s my Dad’s 53rd birthday and I made him dinner, not to mention a freshly baked cake…it made his day, so I’m rather happy with myself, having done good today.

My heart goes out to people who lost relatives in the NSSF site accident, a little bit for those that lost money, I know, not funny, but hey?!

KCC needs to be taken out of business because they are doing a sh*ty job of Keeping Kampala Clean – I’m sure you’ve seen those concrete slabs spelling that out, dimwits can’t even dispose of months-old gabage, let alone collect it. Have you been through Namuwongo, Kawempe,Katwe,Kibuli or even Arua park? The entire place is a mess. Apparently whenever any citizen of Ug tries to fill up a bottomless pothole on our roads, they’re apprehended and taken into the coolers for operating without permission from the Council. Freaking permission my not-so-small-derriere!

All this venting has me working up an appetite…Did I tell you I’d made dinner and baked a cake? Oh well, better serve up and hope Dad doesn’t mind cutting me a slice of his cake.

Till next time,

Easy does it.

I think I figured it out….the blog-roll thing

each time I check out your blogs, I stumbled across the add to blog roll function, and clicked it for everyone of you…will chek my home page and confirm…tee hee hee…
Almost but not quit figured out how to incorporate bloggers outside wordpress. I’m up for some schooling, someone? Anyone?

My song is playing right now

I’ve got a tonne of assignments to get through, plus I’m yet to find work, I.T. related that can sustain my drink-habit, oh no, I exaggerate. It has a way of lifting me up. Plus I’m trying to figure out an easier way of reading your blogs without having to type in the individual URL’s each time.

I want one of those drop down lists with links to your blogs guys, someone school. me

….fading in the background…sent from heaven…
till next time, easy does it

…this is it

It’s a chilly sunday night, and I’m going to let you in on what I’ve been through, without having to go into details, reason being I don’t have a drink with me (makes for good company when I’m in the dumps), neither do I have tissues, going over this story has a way of getting under my skin, and streaming down my face.

There’s this song that I’ve come to call mine…Keisha Cole’s Heaven sent; and thru it, I’ll tell my story. Enjoy

Now you can wait your whole life wondering
When it’s gonna come or where it’s been. I’m at a point where I’m asking, when is it going to come
You may have got your heart broken
A few times in the past Make that one too many times
Never last as strong as it used to,
You don’t feel as good as it used to (before)
And all the things you used to say,
Things you used to do, went right out the door

Ooo no more, will you be the one
That’s what you tell everyone around you I’m not talking about,I’m writing about how I’m goin to take care of me, learning to love myself all over again, If my self esteem was a set of teeth,I’d given him the hammer to steadily knock out most of that esteem
But you know they’ve heard it all before
What more can you say
When love won’t let you, walk away
And you can’t help who you love I didn’t want to be in a state where I could help it that I loved who I loved…but the repeated disappointment, be it unfulfilled promises, going back on his word, vanishing for days on end and not trying to communicate….all that, hurt deep, and made me realise I shouldn’t hope for this to change, and better get myself up and walk away from all the pain.
And you find yourself giving it away
When you think you’re in love I have no regrets there, I knew I was in love…not anymore now, not for a while

The chorus is made up of lines I find myself singing to the man of my life, albeit I don’t know him, have not met him,…

[ CHORUS: ]
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)

Now you can wait your whole life tryna change
What the fear from what it’s been
You may have put your whole life into a man
Loving what you thought it could’ve been.
I don’t wanna swing your change
When you don’t feel as good as you used to (before)
And everything you used to say,
Everything you used to do went right out the door In a nutshell, that’s what happened, during our trial seperation(November 20th 2008 – we made up in March of 2008), he met up with another lady, and 9 months later, she gave birth, unfortunately lost the baby at birth (September 29th 2008).

Ooo no more, will you be the one
That’s what you tell everyone around you
But you know they’ve heard it all before
What more can you say This is what I have to say, having broken up and made up with him 3 times in the past, I’ve gotten closure – you know the time when both of you return each others stuff, yeah, we’ve done that. It was hard at the start to just keep myself from calling him, even if it was to say ‘Hi, how’re you?’ but I’m happy to say that it gets easier with everyday that passes by. To be continued…the song goes on nonetheless. Thanks for taking the time. Have a beautiful day

When love won’t let you, walk away
And it can’t help who it loves
And you find yourself giving it away
When you think you’re in love

[ CHORUS ]
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)

Everybody say
I wanna be the one you love
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one you trust
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one you need
I wanna be (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one who
I wanna be the one (sent from heaven)

[ CHORUS: ]
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)
I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)

I wanna be the one who you believe
In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)
There’s a piece of me who leaves when you gone
Because you’re sent from (sent from heaven)

It’s over…

I got closure a couple of days back. Will tell you all about it.

Relationships can be quit a bit of work

It’s been a rather interesting last couple of days, with me being in all the books…parents, siblings, boyfriend.
It’s a lot of work, thinking about the possibility of them not being in my life….tut,tut, that would be un-imaginable.

I hope you’ll have a good story to tell about those relationships in your life.

Till next time, easy does it.