How have you been, my sweets?

I know I have been gone forever and I have not been posting or even trying to post twice a week as I promised but Internet Cafes are bogus, which is why I am in Alfie's office making use of his facilities.
Iwaya, I am not dead and I will thank you to not be reading my eulogies just yet.
I have been the complete opposite of not busy and loving it. The only thing I ever have to do is go to the bank everyday to bank my Mom's money (she says it's the least I can do to keep myself busy). I have finished one wonderful book, Life after God - Douglas Coupland and have started another, Still Life With Woodpecker - Tom Robbins. I have finished the second seasons of Grey's Anatomy and House and am repeating Friends. I have started Heroes (sorry, Dante) and am trying to make it through the fifth season of Smallville, which is hard. I go to Mr. Biggs on Lumumba Avenue which, some of you know, shows movies from Mon - Thur, for free. The Departed is showing on Thursday, so if you're not doing anything come by and we can go to Steak Out after the movie, for Rock Night.
Nothing more to say, 'cept, "Damn, it feels good to be back."
Toodles. :-)

The time of my life.

I am, right now in an internet cafe and I had forgotten just how slow some connections can be, it sucks and for the first time this week, I am really missing my job.
Other than that, I am having the time of my life. Seriously, I can wake up whenever and go to sleep whenever and not have to find what to wear every morning, it rocks. You guys should try it sometime.
Don't have much time so I will fill yinz in on what's happening some other time. Miss all o' y'all so much. Much love and kisses.
Laterz

Rock Night Chronicles

First, there was no Rock Night Chronicles last week coz I did not go for Rock Night last week.
So, last night I leave work, go to Ntinda to see a friend of mine and then on to Steak Out where I rocked with Baasha and Kaza and there was an as-if new DJ and the music was excellent. What I am going to start doing, since all I'm going to have is time on my hands, is actually make a list of the songs that are played every Thursday so you guys don't think I am saying the music was nice just because. I ran into Cherie again and I walked up to yet another guy to ask him if he is Jay. There is this guy who I always saw hanging out next to DJ's booth with a beard so I assumed he was Jay, one day I walk up to him and ask him and it turns out he is the manager of Steak Out which would explain why he is always there in the exact same spot. Yesterday, I saw another guy with a beard who actually looks like the picture on Jay's blog and I walk up to him and below is the conversation;

Me: Are you by any chance the blogger known as Jay?
Him: What?!?
Me: Do you blog?
Him: What?!?
Me: Blog!
Him: My name?
Me: Ok, is it by any chance Jay?
Him: No (with the most incredulous look on his face)

I should provide some context for the above conversation. It was loud... we were standing next to the DJ's booth and they are like a multitude of speakers near there and also I had been staring at him a bit to ascertain that it was infact Jay before I walk up to him. He must have thought I was hitting on him, poor guy, and it wasn't Jay, duh!
All in all, it was another very satisfying night.

In other news, today is my last day at work and this is my last post from this building. Now, please, no tears, I am just fine. The apprehension I was feeling, all gone. I can't wait to blow this place (would have liked to say town).

I am going for a wedding tomorrow, one of my friends is getting married. I feel like I am being left behind, not for long though because before you know it y'all will be getting a virtual invite to my wedding. Wish me luck out there in the big bad world.

Kisses xxxx

P. S. Someone asked me a very weird question last night that I thought you guys might help me with, "When is the right time to fart infront of your new boy/girlfriend?"

Scary Changes

I am leaving my job on Thursday and I am terrified. I didn't think I would care but I guess it's only natural to feel a bit of apprehension before such a major decision. The things I am going to miss most are my all day access to the internet and a free phone. I abused the company phone so much in that I am sure the bill is so going to reflect my abscence. My friends will miss the free phone thing too, won't you Ivan? I, however, will not miss waking up early and looking for what to wear, those two things I can do without. Oh, I will miss having a disposable income as well. :-(
I said scary changes, but really there is only this one major change. I'll be fine though, right?

Hot off the shelf!!!

I have just purchased the very first copy of Ernest Bazanye's Worst Idea which is a compilation of the best of Bad Idea for the last 5 or 6 years and I got the FIRST copy. Rush out and get one, they will be in Aristoc soon and selected book stores along with New Vision Agents. I am going to start reading it now and will post a review soon.

Rock Night Chronicles

So I have been AWOL for a while which can be explained by the fact that there were two rock nights this week so I didn't come to work on either Friday or Saturday. On Thursday I went to Steak Out as usual but I wasn't there long. First I went to Al Zizi's to meet a few of my friends of mine and when they left I went to Steak Out where, at the entrance, I met one of my oldest friends, Kaza with Baasha and Brian, we go in and meet 2 of my oldest friends, Faith and Miti with Kate (friend too, but not as old). Later on my Alfie passed by (oh, he's back from gallivanting about the world) and took me home. A fun night though a bit on the tame side. Got home and got to tallking to my mom for about 4 hours finally got into bed at 3.00am and just could not get up for work on Friday.
Friday is rock night as Al z's so I went back there. This was really cool because Ivan passed by with Paul and Kiwa and they came with flash discs full of some really new, really rockin' music so it was pretty cool. Left there and relocated to the Rouge, which I love but hadn't been to in ages because Hubby has my membership card and I really feel like I'm putting my membership to waste if I pay for my entrance, which I had to do this time though. Had a blast and later went to Ange and finally got home at about 5.00am. There was no way I was going to make it in to work on Saturday considering the amount of alcohol I had consumed and the time I got into bed. I was supposed to go out on Saturday again but there was no way I was going to manage that since my hangover lasted till Sunday morning (love that song by Maroon 5).
Otherwise, I have officially handed in my two weeks notice, I am leaving this place on November 30th or maybe December 1st. That means I won't be able to post as regularly but I will seriously try to post at least twice a week.
That's it my darlings, goodbye.

You are going to be just fine dahling!

So I went swimming on Saturday at a private pool. Sounds all exclusive, doesn't it? Well, it isn't. It is at a friend's house so I guess that is about as private as you get, right? I hadn't been swimming in a while. Granted, I went to the same pool the previous Saturday but I can't exactly call what I spent 4 hours doing swimming. This time I went all out and I paid dearly for it on Sunday, as I am still paying. Every muscle in my body is rebelling against the impulses from my brain, I can barely move. Typing this is using up more energy and will power than I have used in the past year.
Anyway, I ran into Cherie and BS yesterday at AlZizi, as someone I know refers to it. I was going to say that this blogger sighting is getting out of hand then I realised I only see the same bloggers. Where are the rest of you? Show yourselves.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO.... WITH ONE MILLION SHILLINGS?

What is all that about? I hate being out of the loop so if you have any ideas clue me in.

Get there fast, KC!

Kim +10 is up, go now, what are you waiting for?

Rock Night Chronicles

I apologise that I haven't posted in a week, even I can't believe it's been that long, instead I have been blog hopping and thoroughly enjoying myself doing so.
So I went for rock night again yesterday and I am not going to complain about not being hit on because I was only there for an hour and was mobile the whole time so I didn't really give anyone a chance to hit on me. Ivan attoned for his sins by coming with me this time since he ditched me the last and although we were only there for about 10 songs it was, as always, a blast. I got to talking to one of the djs who said that he will be leaving soon and since the other dj is Kenyan, I am hoping this does not spell the end of rock night as we know it or at the least it's decline. I propose we run a 'Save the Rock Night' campaign and find some cool dj so that I don't have to spend my Thursday nights moping about the house.
In other news, I am totally bored with my job and seriously considering quitting. What I am going to do is go to Mombasa on Dec 1st, then go to Goa with my husband for Christmas and New Year's and if the job is still here when I get back, I will keep it, if not... whatever.
Gotta go and actually earn my next paycheck. Toodles.

Rock Night Chronicles

The title kinda gives the story away, doesn't it? Anyway, I went to Steak Out yesterday for yet another Rock Night. I went by myself and incredulously, I wasn't hit on... not once. Yes, I am complaining. I need a little validation and, if I do say so myself, I looked good too. How do I, how does any woman sit at a bar alone and not invite unwanted but sometimes much needed advances from strangers? Go on, I want some answers. Otherwise, I am paying for last night but happily, I am not grumbling.
In other news, I visited a new blog and the first thing I saw was a bat, now I am terrified of rats and bats. Reminded of a time in my third year on campus (I say that like it was ages ago, it wasn't) and a bat entered my room and I was alone. I screamed bloody murder and to this day I can't believe that I didn't wake up the whole Hall let alone the floor. My room's window was directly below a nest/cave/hell/wherever they live and they would come and go as they pleased sometimes nestling in my hair which, my friends said was because it was so black, had it tinted after that. So this one night I was alone in my room and Satan saw fit to send me one of his little winged angels and like I said I screamed like I was being hit on by PeeWee Herman. It was dark and my bulb had blown so I couldn't even turn on the light, it was flapping around so I couldn't get out, I was well and truly a prisoner in my own room. When I finally got over my screaming fit, I made a dash for the door and went and knocked on one of my friends' door, have I mentioned this was about 3.00am? As I was standing in the corridor waiting for them to hear my frantic calls, this cat that was rummaging in the trash just stops, sits and stares at me, it stayed that way till my friend opened the door. I got up the next morning and cautiously entered my room to the sight of the bat with it's head buried in my sink. I had to pay someone to take it out and I couldn't use that sink for a week. I might have forgotten to mention that I sleep naked so I threw on whatever I found which was a small t-shirt, since I couldn't enter my room until the bat from hell had vacated so I spent the better part of my morning in next to nothing.
So, I hope to see yinz at Al Zawadee tonight.

For Iwaya.

Not really, but I figured since you asked for it and since you already got a post all for yourself on Cherie's blog, I might as well make you feel even better.
Now, I haven't even been AWOL for that long so I don't know what D... sorry, Iwaya is complaining about but I have got to say that the abscence is for no other reason but the simple fact that I am boring, like Doris likes to remind me oh so often.
In other news, I am slowly turning into an alcoholic. I never used to let alcohol cross my lips... then (woe is me) Smirnoff Black Ice was introduced and it was my downfall. My excuse or reason for not drinking was always that nothing tasted nice enough or even at all but Black Ice tastes amazing, the first sip after a long day is a like a little slice of relief, release, a glimpse of a quiet sandy beach at dusk, I tell if you haven't tried it yet you are seriously missing out. It's 8:00 am and I have a slight headache from the few I consumed last night otherwise I would be more prolific about the joys of Black Ice.
In an entirely unrelated development, I met a bajaj guy who didn't know where Bukoto is, can you believe that? He knew Ntinda and Kiira Road but had no idea that the place in between had a name and that that name is Bukoto. I don't want to pass judgement but people you have to be some kind of a very special 'ijot' not to know or maybe not.
I have something going on that I will inform yinz on as soon as it turns into something.
It's raining so I am going to go have myself a cup of coffee, no make that a hot chocolate. Laterz.

Be Silent!

Before I start, everyone go here and post a comment, just trying to be a good friend.
I saw Be Silent on Friday at Al Zawadee's Rock Night. (You happy?) Friday was a really good night for me, not only because I ran into BS but because I was out with my husband after forever. I love rock, and if you have been reading my blog you know this, so it helped that they were playing it this very night. It was so much fun and ended much too soon but I want write about more than this is how I was locked out of my house this very night. I parted ways with Alfie at about 2.00am and got a cab home where I sat outside the house for a half hour pounding on the door to no avail. I finally gave up and decided to join Ivan a.k.a Genius at Cheese bar. I have never been locked out no matter how late I have been, apparently no one heard because the boy who usually opens the door was out as well. Unbelievable. Even after all this, Friday was still a really good night for me.
I seem to meeting many bloggers these days, I met Country Boy on Sunday, granted this was arranged not like bumping into Caramel/Pancake/Idi Koko/Cherie L'amour or whatever she is calling herself these days (girl, I can hardly keep track). Country Boy is helping me out with a little something but still it is a little weird putting faces and expressions and nuances to all these characters that are such a big part of my life on a daily basis, you know.
In other news, I didn't go for the PAM Awards after all, it seems my demands were just too much for anyone to handle. It doesn't sound like I missed much though, or is that just me trying to make myself feel better?
Nothing more, laterz.

Post Rock Night Chronicles

I haven't been to Steak Out for Rock Night in ages and last night I was there inadvertently (is that the spelling?) I had a wedding meeting to attend there yesterday and it ran a little long so I hung around afterwards with my girlfriend, Benita.
Allow me to digress a little, I have nothing against people who hold wedding meetings, don't get me wrong but having never been to one, I didn't know why Alfred was so opposed to the idea of one. Now, however, I am completely in agreement with him, I won't do it. I am going to start saving seriously so that I can pay for my small wedding by myself.
Back to 'The Steak', like my friend refers to it. We go to the bar get ourselves a drink and who do we run into but the inimitable Cherie L'Amour herself. Now let me just say that those pictures that some of us were lucky to see do not do her a lick of justice. Those of you who didn't see probably don't know what I am talking about, too bad. I must say that I love being a girl, if a guy was gushing over the looks of one of his own I would question his sexual orientation but with me it's ok, right? Even if it isn't, like the stereo typical blonde high school bitch would say, Whatever!
Meanwhile, every one is asking me if I am going for the PAM Awards and unfortunately my answer is a sad no so if any of you are going and need a date, I am beautiful arm candy, intelligent and cheap. I want to go VIP though only for the tables. Holla. Did I mention funny?
See y'all at the winners' table.

Change (gon come nephew)

As is evident I have changed my template. I like blue so I love this new template. Pretty cool, don't you think?
Otherwise, I am bored out of my mind, nothing interesting is happening therefore, I have nothing to blog about. Sorry. (Doro, deal with it!)

Hilarious.

I stumbled upon this hilarious blog, The Letter D, seriously, y'all should check it out. (Check out the Urban Dictionary too for the definitions of some of the words.)

Answers.

First of all, I am not married... not yet. Like I said to Minty, that's just what I call him. Confession Possession. If everything goes according to plan though, I will be inviting y'all to a July wedding. Fingers crossed.
Savage, you have put me on the spot and even when I was inviting these questions I knew the ones from you were going to be the toughest to field but I am prepared.
Caveat: My answers might alter the way some of you see me but I guess it's better to be honest.
1) Yes, though I don't know if I should call it a one - night stand seeing as it lasted 3 days.
2) No. I have never cheated on any one of my boyfriends. What's the point? If I get to a stage in a relationship where I am even thinking of sleeping with anyone other than my partner, I consider this a big sign in red neon telling me it's over. So no, never cheated.
3) My girlfriends, I would like to think. I have never actually been in a situation where I had to choose and I don't like to predict my behaviour because I usually surprise even myself but I have known my girlfriends forever and I am usually skeptical of new people so based on this information it would be girlfriends trumps lover.
4) 16. Doris, how shocked are you?
5) I am the kind who has nothing against tattoes. I would have something nuetral that can be altered if the situation is. For example, my ex-boyfriends initials are JS and I always thought of getting the initials which I would later fill in with ESU if anything ever happened which it did so it's a good thing I didn't get it.
6) This question is... I am speechless. I am going to answer it but I expect you to comment and tell me why you asked it and also how you prefer it. No.
Onto Inktus' qns;
1) First love - details
2) Fav. sibling - reasons
3) Fav. song - reasond

1) This is going to be hard pill to swallow for some of you but Alfred is actually my first love. I have had boyfriends before but none I have ever really loved. My last boyfriend and I were together 4 years and were talking marriage but I never really was in love with him. I realise this now and I know some of you are going to ask if I realise this after we broke up, if something happens with Alfie won't it be the same thing? No, it won't. I have never been as afraid of being dumped as I am now. It would completely shatter me because this is the only time I have ever really cared. I have never been dumped by the way. Another thing you might not believe, when I was 14 I had a dream of the man I was going to marry and to describe him I might as well be describing Alfie. From the time I had the dream till now, I had never dated a man with the specifications of my dream man. No one light, tall, thin, handsome. All my boyfriends have been dark, some fat others small. None of them conventionally handsome but Alfie is my dream man. So Ishta my first love story is still being written and I will fill you in along the way.
2) I have 2 sisters and 1 brother, Cindy, Doris and Arnold. Doris is my fav. sibling (I hope you are happy to see I am writing about you). When I was younger it used to be Arnold simply because Doris was so big headed but now she is more grown up and so am I so we get along much better. Cindy is 11 years younger than me so that might explain why she isn't.
3) I don't have a favourite song. I have a favourite book and a favourite movie but no fav. song. I don't know why. My fav. book is Man and Boy by Tony Parsons, you should all read it. It is amazing. Coming a close second is The Little Prince. I don't even know who wrote it, it's a children's book but with some of the most profound things you will ever read. My fav. movie is Tuesdays with Morrie with Hank Azaria and Jack Lemmon. If you watch this movie and read those books it might give you and insight on who I am.
I think I have answered all your questions satisfactorily. I have a few of my own for y'all so go ahead and ask me to ask you. Thank you for giving me something to blog about, I was dying here.
I'm out.

Ronery!!!

I am so ronery like Kim Jong Il said in Team America: World Police. That is why I have been so quiet. My social life had started revolving around my husband who is out of town now and has been for so long now, I have lost count. Seriously, if he doesn't come back soon, the time I haven't seen him in will be longer than the time I have actually spent with him.

I called someone yesterday and he said he doesn't remember me. Now, this never happens to me... at all, so you will appreciate my shock. I just could not believe it. A name like mine does not easily skip one's memory. Later I find out he was joking, this wasn't funny. Anyway, it got me thinking about how mean I must be coz I never remember anyone, my memory is total crap. That said, I can't forget all y'all who actually take time out to read this crap and actually miss me when I am gone.

In the abscence of a social life, I have been doing alot of thinking and I wonder if the concept of Pay it Forward would work in a practical world. I know it would be ideal ( have you guys seen that movie? The concept is, if someone does you a good turn, instead of paying them back, you do a good turn to someone else, in effect, paying it forward) and I was thinking about it and I just did not see it working especially since some people can't even be bothered to pay it back. What do you think?

Also, so I can have something to write in my next post, I am pulling a Jayesque move. Ask me, anything. You can do it in my comments or send me an email, darlkom@gmail.com but please be nice... or don't, doesn't matter.

I'm out.

Can't think of one.

So I know I have been a bit absent, you know, AWOL and all and unlike last time this is not because I was in Ssese or anywhere as exotic but because I have never been much of a writer and these past few days I have failed to summon the courage to actually sit at my pc and type out a post. This post is actually being typed on another pc as a word document and this is only working because I am so into novelty that I will do the dullest thing. So here I am again, here we go.
On Thursday, my Mom took me to the Kampala Casino. I had never been so I was a bit disappointed by how small it was. She picked me up from work and I was wearing a long white gypsy skirt and decent black top. She was an aunt of mine who is hilarious; we shall call her Aunt M. It was too early to go straight to the Casino so we went to the container next to the Bukoto Shell where we partook of some goat’s meat, spilled some guys drink and tried on shoes. If you will let me digress a little, it is very disturbing to hear your parents talk about sex. My Mom told a story about another Aunt of mine, let’s call her Aunt E. Aunt E was engaging in carnal knowledge with an unknown gentleman and she had just applied acrylic, better known as artificial, nails. In the course of their learning, one of her nails scratched him and fell off. What really amused my mother was it wasn’t even a very accessible finger that the nail fell off of but the ring finger, her question was what position could she have possibly found herself in that ended up in one of her nails, just one lone nail falling off. I had to pretend I had no idea what they were talking about so I didn’t have to imagine my Aunt E having any knowledge of a male human being carnal or not. Anyway, after this disturbing story, they started digging into me telling me I can’t wear my skirt to the Casino. Aunt M said I looked saved and the management would probably turn me away. Meanwhile, my Mom was wearing a pair of black pants and kept saying I can’t go dressed in a skirt, a long flowing skirt at that while she is wearing those pants. I was forced to go home and change into a pair of black jeans to appease them. I then told my Aunt M about Alfie and though she was happy for me she was also devastated because they had lined up someone for me, one of their friend’s sons. I found this unbelievable and asked them if they thought I lived in some kind of sheltered world where I will not encounter men on my own. My Aunt said it was a valid point but that that would not stop the boy’s mother from being devastated. We eventually got to the casino and I tell you men are shameless. There was a live band playing Jazz and the lead singer, who was filling in for K’Angie was hitting on me in front of my mother even when I introduced her as my mother. He felt nothing and just continued like she was pimping me out and didn’t give a pig’s fart one way or the other. Fuckwit. The night was good and I had undoubtedly the best fish fingers ever. If there is one reason you should make your way down to the casino if your luck is as rotten as mine is to have those fish fingers.
Last weekend was the Jewish New Year so we worked half day on Friday and not at all on Saturday. Now usually I give myself long weekends off but this weekend when I was actually legitimately off I did…NOTHING, absofuckinglutely nothing. I slept all day and watched TV all night, I enjoyed it so much I am seriously considering quitting my job so I can chill like that. Don’t say it, I know, chilling like that is best appreciated if you have actually been busy doing something so I might not quit my job just yet, but I am thinking about it.
My cousin for whom I was temping came back and my boss isn’t around right now. He comes back tomorrow and we discuss the terms of my staying on, coz they did ask me to stay on but it will all depend on how much they offer me. I am getting ready to go back to school and I don’t want a dead end job tying me up if it is only taking away from me.
I don’t know how long this post is going to appear on the blog but I am into my second page on Word. I am on a roll with these long posts almost like Inktus, almost.
I think I have said all I am going to say. Ciao.

Back to old look.

Ok, I have reverted to the old look. I liked it better anyway.
As for Alfie, y'all were right and that's all I am going to say about it.
Will put up a longer post soon about my amazing weekend.

Awesome Weekend!!!

First off let me say I am busted. The sleuths figured me out and I won't deny it. I hadn't yet confirmed anything because I have been out of town having an awesome weekend.
I left Kampala on Friday with Alfred, his friend Steve and Steve's girlfriend Annabelle. We spent the night in Masaka then went to Ssese Islands on Saturday for two nights and came back to Kampala yesterday. So now I am back in the office telling all of you about it. I will get into the details in a minute. Before that, though, I must say, a weekend away is something I really needed. It was awesome doing nothing, just chillin' on the beach, waking up whenever to a sumptous breakfast and sitting around the bonfire at night. I tell you it was amazing. Surreal, like I was dreaming. I woke up every morning expecting to be back in my bed in Kampala and having to go to work but I wasn't. Instead I was in this paradise where everything was perfect. I fail to find the words to convey the sheer beauty of it all, white, WHITE, sand people!!!
Details now.
I wake up on Friday and get ready, pack and everything but I have to go all the way to Kyaliwajala first to see my sister in her school, Vienna College, to drop off a dress and shoes she was going to wear to an alumni dinner taking place later that night that I was missing because I was going away for the weekend. She made me pay her off to let me off the hook for missing it. After that I was supposed to go to campus to find out about the Masters programme I am planning to do but I was late as it was so I just went straight to Makindye to find Steve and Annabelle at their place so we could leave. Meanwhile Alfred was in Entebbe on Friday morning so he had to come back and find us in Makindye so we could leave. I will let him tell his side of the story. Since I already told you we spent the night in Masaka, I don't need to tell you we were late. The ferry from Bukakata leaves at 2.00pm and by that time we were still here. Alfie came by at around 3.00pm and we set off for Masaka. I love long journeys and this was fun especially since I was seated in the back seat with Alfred being driven around. It's much funner if all you're doing is sitting back. I took the book I was reading at the time, Salman Rushdie's "Shalimar the Clown", which I didn't read at all. Ok, I read about 50 pages but that is so few for me especially over 3 days. We get to Masaka and check into the hotel. On our way there I called up an ex-boyfriend of mine, ex-ex-ex, very ex, whose family own a hotel in Masaka to get a quotation and get him to book for us. That was a bit wierd. "Hi, please book a room for my boyfriend and I for one night?" "Which boyfriend?" "Your time, just book the room." is kinda how the conversation went. So, anyway, we check in "look" at our room and go down for a drink then start scouting Masaka for a place where we could have a decent meal, find a hotel where we have supper and go to a bar. Now, I have never really been one for Public Displays of Affection but I don't know what has come over me. I always used to make out like I was but I would always get a tad uncomfortable if I had to actually display affection publicly. With Alfie however, I'm like that's their shit (the people watching.) So there we are in a pub in Masaka publicly displaying affection and the stares we were getting wer for world cup. Anyway, we eventually got back to our rooms planning to be up as early as 9.00am the next day so we can drive down to Bukakata and get on the ferry which leaves at 2.00 but stops boarding at about 1.30pm on account on the number of people who want to get on. We overslept. We got up at 9.00am instead of already being in the car on our way. I had had the foresight to order breakfast brought to our rooms earlier so atleast we had eaten. We finally got on our way. The road to Bukakata is long and dusty with a canopy of trees providing a shade that looks like something out of the movie 'Wrong Turn.' We get to Bukakata and, since Steve had brought fishing poles, did a spot of fishing. I had never done any kind of fishing before but I learnt how to line the rod and put on the hook and the bait and how to cast without gouging anyone's eyes out. Unfortunately, I didn't catch any fish. After about an hour and a half, we saw the ferry coming back and packed up our gear and got on. It's like 45 minutes to the place where we disembark. We get off and settle in for a long ride to Kalangala and on to Ssese. Same canopy effect on the roads there, same dust, it's we had never got on the ferry in the first place. We finally get to Kalangala, fill up on ciggies and go and look for where to live. The first place we go to has the most amazing chips and chicken ever, my judgement might have been clouded by my hunger. The living conditions are not so so and it's kinda dull. We go on to the next place that has alot more people and decide to stay there, however, the only available room is a family unit, that is two rooms in the same enclosure like an ensuite but with the thinnest walls. I don't have to tell you that this was not a very good idea, not only because the bathroom was in our room and the entrance in theirs but also because I am a closet nudist and I don't want people walking in on me in my Eve's suit, you know? After shifting out stuff into the room we settled in for a long night of drinking and other recreational pursuits. We left that bonfire at 4.00am and we left a bit of a rep. behind. There was a fight that I regratably missed coz I was off taking moonlit walks on white sand beaches. I saw a white guy who looked just Chris Martin and another just like Peter Jackson, thin, and yet another who looked just like a hobbit. We then repaired back to our room where we "slept" then slept... or tried to. Got up the next morning determined to have separate rooms and we did infact get rooms on the opposite ends of each other.
If you are still reading this post then you have the stamina of a Greek man coz I am so tired of typing. This is definately going to go down as my longest post ever.
So we spend the next day doing much of the same... nothing. It feels so good to do absolutely nothing. Steve, meanwhile has a massive hangover and can't drink anymore and since he has to drive the next day early because the ferry leaves at 8.00am and stops boarding at around 7.30am so we have to be up by 7.00am. This is a stretch because 9.00am was hard enough. Anyway, they go off to bed early and Alfie and I stay at the beach and watch a white chic talk up one of the guys who works there. Did I mention how CUTE Alfie is?
We stay at the bonfire until it has turned into embers and we are the only ones left. I know some of you are probably thinking 'Sex on the Beach' and so were we but it was not to be. There were strange noises emanating from the water yet there were no visible signs of life around. No boats, no people, nothing. So we gave up on the idea altogether... the 'on the beach' part atleast. We went to bed and got up early enough to make the ferry. This ferry docks about 5 feet from the place where we were staying so imagine how dumb we felt when we saw it docking after taking the long way round. The difference is you pay for this one.
I am trying to summarise so I can finish b'se I am exhausted.
We got to Entebbe, stopped at Four Turkeys for a drink and drove to Kampala and that was the end to my awesome weekend. The only sucky thing about it is that it had to end. The shock of being thrown back into the deep end of life after so relaxing a break is akin to the shock your body feels if it is taken out of warm water and thrust into freezing water. (Forgive the water allusions, I swam after such a long time over the weekend.)
So that is all. I'm thankful to any of you who have made it this far. Ciao.

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So I have settled on this template. What do you think?

Maintenance

I am receiving reports that is a problem with my template so I am working on that. You might see a myriad of templates till I settle on one, so don't be alarmed. It's just a bit of maintenance.

Actual Post

I have been a bit AWOL, you might have noticed. This is because I didn't work on Friday or Saturday and I came in late on Monday. I have been playing catch up since and have not had time to blog. While I was away I read 2 books and started a 3rd. Nick Hornby's 'High Fidelity' and 'He's just not that into you,' which is hilarious, read it even if he is that into you or you a guy, Alfie and I were laughing out loud at many of the answers Greg gave these women. I have started Salman Rushdie's 'Shalimar The Clown' which I am loving.
Aside from reading, I had the most banging weekend. I went for Rock Night on Thursday with Alfie so he could meet some of my closest friends who I hadn't seen in a while (read: gone out with). Aino, Swidi, Zam and Fio. Only Kaza wasn't there but she has seen him twice previously coz she actually goes out unlike the othe four. I would like to say he was an instant hit but with my friends Quasimodo would be an instant hit if they believed I was as ecstatic about him as I am about Alfred. Anyway, because I went out on Thursday, I had a sleep in on Friday. I woke up later to go out again, this time with Alfred and his friends, Lucy and Ali. Anyway got back in at 11.00am on Saturday morning, slept till Sunday and then went to the beach with Steve and Anne, two more of Alfred's friends. Got back in at about 2.00 am and woke up at 8.00am on Monday yet that's the time I am supposed to be in.
In short, my weekend rocked!!!!
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Talk or write to you soon.

Sorry, another non-post.

I know this is becoming monotonous but this is another song I really love. I am not turning into one of those music blogs but you have to forgive me. For those of you who don't have flash and therefore cannot see the videos and think these are really non posts because you see nothing and feel nothing, get flash. It's free!! Enjoy the video.
P.S. If you have a slow connection, you can just mute your speakers, let the video load then click on 'Watch again,' it will play back with no interruptions.
Also the video I posted last is 'Weakness in me' by Keisha White.

Angel by Sarah Mclachlan.

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I love this song, I am trying out something new so if the video doesn't show I will fix it.

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I love this song also I am trying something new so if you can't see the video, I will try it again.