OH, BUGGER!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, whadya know? Blogger.com is up and running to day. Cool

Nothing to bring me tumbling off cloud nine like a nice healthy case of embarrasment. I went to say hi, and 'well done' to pretty boy. All I got for my troubles was a hounding from about 5 avenging angels. All making sly remarks and pulling me to sit with him. I swear he was more uncomfy than me. And it had been going so well! Where's the bloody 'cry' smiley!

I had succeeded in walking away, twice. Attachment levels were at a record low and ... I was winning. Now, am on the bottom rung again, probably not even near the ladder. Blast them all to hell and back!!!

I got a very glowing recommendation from my boss here. All he didn't add was that I should take over his position A.S.A.P. But that's ok, am not yet ready. BUT I WANT TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to make a resolution that is guaranteed to save me anymore embarrasment in my life, Just can't think what.

Wamma this is what happens when u have an office romance. On a larger scale, ofcourse. Father, save us from office romances. Let me go bury my head in some papers and wish upon myself a slow painful death and eternal muteness so i never put my foot in my mouth again. You should have had me blubber. Am so blushed out, my mind even shys away from what I said, It's one big void.

Now, i have to kid about it after work when all I had planned to do was smile. DRAT .

IT'S OVER

Tomorrow is the last day of my internship but I decided to make my report now because blogger. com is unpredictable. I hope wordpress is worse. I 've written my report, lied in many places but basically said all that i needed to say, all that they wanted to hear. Internship has been the bomb but I have to say I shan't miss waking up at 6 and running to catch the bus.

I remember tiptoeing in the corridors because my heels kept clicking against the tiles. These days, I click for all am worth because I don't give a *bleep* who hears me, and the people are too nice to say anything.

What have I learnt from here? Nothing I can put in writing except that,everyone should have a job and a pc at their table for free internet, elevators are our friends,avoid the over friendly office messenger, smile, no office romances either. Everyone seems to think it's wrong so I've decided to agree with them.

Am going to miss sitting with pretty boy at the end of the day, on the bus. He's so bloody funny that I consider a day without seeing him, a waste of god time.

Someone congratulate me. He's the first brother I've liked( A-lot) without crushing on him. I mean, I don't even have his telephone number. I think am growing up.

Am going to miss Rama teaching me 'sexy swahili' . You just say the words with a lilt in your voice and stereo. Sounds pretty good.

Am going to miss Joan who had made it her mission to have me saved before I left this place. Babe, I'm changed but not as much as you'd hoped. But don't worry, am working on that.

Everyone in this office was really wonderful. I'll remember them for making me forget that I was supposed to be slimming. My slogan was "lose a pound or die trying". I didn't lose the pound and am done trying. I like my food.

There's so much, Oh, and I'll miss running to the bathroom for a breather. Them bathrooms be spacious so when I needed a break, I'd head on there and stick my head out the window for a while. No, I didn't wave at any planes.

Okay, I did.

But just once.

It is dawning on me that it might be a long time till I blog again after I leave. So, while am away, let me just say that I love y'all. Even Jasmine who's trying to confuse me into forgetting that she hasn't yet invited me. Ciao

TOLD YA

It has just hit me that today's Thursday and something called blogger happy hour happens on days like this. I can't wait to meet some of the greatest minds, I've ever seen. I'll be on my best behaviour, I swear.

PS: what's the standard response when some one uses 'Well done' on an introductory note? Is it
* same to you
*Thank you
* What have I done?
*What?

I WAS RIGHT THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!!!

Am sitted at the saddest pc in the land. I've been trying to sign in for two days straight. Have you guys heard about the slaying machine. The one which shocks you into belief? All my scepticism has come back. And yet, do you realise that that shock has changed a zillion people's lives? For as long as they believed that it was God that had touched them, their lives were changing and now, their source of miracles has been exposedfor what it truly is, UMEME. It's crazy, this psychology business.

You know what, a wiered thing happened this week. I discovered I have a strong psych. Two things happened. I had a rubber band round my wrist and without looking, i sought it with my teeth and tagged. it was abit too elastic but strong, nonetheless. I looked down abit later only to discover I'd totally missed the band but I could still feel it between my teeth(my two sets, I mean)!

Another day, it was extremely chilly and I wore my scarf. I worked for about 30 minutes only to look aside and discover my scarf on the floor. It had slipped off my shoulders and fallen to the ground. But I was so warm! When I realised, I began to cool. Rapidly.

That tells u just how strong the mind is. It's really all about belief .

I have special powers! Yippee! The power to make things exist. I've always known I am a mutant. Don't worry puny humans, I shan't harm you.

The elevator videos have lost their novelty. I wish they hadn't and the closet's beginning to look normal. Depressing business.

I've decided to find God again. We was on a hi-hi basis but now am trying to stick around and talk. I went for fellowship(at work) and I learnt that we have to pray for everyone because when God sends retribution, he's gon send it to the entire land, not just the culprit. So y'all need to apologize for all the bad things happenin, the witchcraft, murders, . . . even if you don't do them. They call it 'standing in the gap'.

While in the fellowship, a pastor said that brothers be rushing for holy sisters because these girls be shinin like the sun. When he said this, The lady that had invited me hit me so hard, under the table, I couldn't help but take a hint. But that would be a wrong reason to get saved, wouldn't you say?

Today is going to be a good day for me, I can see it. Usually, I get up at six with difficulty, today, I was 'sleepless in Kampala', by 5:30. I shouted the whole house awake, had breakfast(a rarity) and caught the first bus to work(usually, I run after the 3rd and last bus). I log onto blogger.com and I've got it in one.

This week has been so monotonous but today...I have a special feeling about today, I almost sense drama on the horizon.Am still not sure if I want to be the star or just a part of the audience.

Oh, about the title , I'm practising how to write eye- catching headlines. How did I do? (Tiny snigger.)

ABOUT A GIRL

This is a re-affirmation. LOVE EXISTS, and not just love, TRUE LOVE. I know that somewhere, there's a person going to inspire thunder, lightening, earthquakes and other natural phenomenon.


Am waiting for that ONE for whom I will sincerely be willing to die. Right now when I ask myself if I would actually die for someone, I come up with a gazillion of excuses and the few yeses that come out are with a dozen hearts.


I know that I might not meet him or her (kidding) in this life time but untill I bloody do, am waiting. And this business of settling for less, HELL NO!! People tell me there will come a time when Am lonesome, shapeless and ugly and he's not there. So what? I'll be waiting for him in the next life. . . with a baseball bat. But am patient.


Hey, let me give you an update on the Crush of My life. Haven't seen hide or hair of him and no one seems to know where he is. As I told you earlier, am done asking (but not eavesdropping.lol)

Anyway, this is a sad state of affairs coz my crush is slowly slipping away. I don't want that coz my life will cease to have drama. I like drama . . .in small doses.


Elsewhere in my world, I met a handsome and, get this, intelligent boy at work. i know it's not going anywhere but the thrill of making friends( cute ones) has refused to let me be. I'd told myself I'm done inniciating friendships but two days ago, he smiled me into speech. He's leaving in a week so am not going to get so attached.


I realised something, No, it's not a realisation, it's a question? Am wondering why brothers who purpot to like me don't feel the need to spend any time on me. I swear, when I think about it, They come in clicks, laugh x2 and then hung back when their friends are leaving and try to lay strategy in 5 or 10 seconds. What the hell? Aren't I good enough for a date? They never bloody ask! Then they call me difficult. This business of sending texts that make you have more questions than answers, what's the moral: I'll be overcome by confusion and go fling myself in their arms?

I KNOW WHAT LONGING SMELLS LIKE

I really do. It's a sweet, rather pleasant smell that gets swept in quiet easily only to clutch your heart in a tight fist and hold your tummy shut!

No, I didn't smell it at the sight of a brother. It was quite odd actually, I was pulling an introduction(Kwanjula) card out of its pouch and my nose detected a nice scent in the air, I took a deep breath and next thing I knew, I was careening into Paining-heartville. I honestly don't know where it came from.

I can't put it down to seeing the card. Am personally against Kwanjulas and all for elopement. I find the idea of living in sin all our lives very appealing. Oh, and no babies. I don't see the use of giving rise to a progeny of confused people. One's enough; Me. Plus, I have a hard time making those baby sounds. I get embarrased.

On a nicer note, I have discovered the elevator in this building. It's all chrome and mirrors. I have made like 4 music videos in there sofar cause they are always sending me to other floors. It is often deserted so no sweat. Am thinking of turning it into a music studio then you guys can pay me per second. I just need to start packing costumes. Hollywoood, here I come!!! Muhahaha, Muhahaha. No, am not crazy, just exhausted from trying to log in. Ciao

IN THE CLOSET

Hi. I've been working at this PR office a whole week now and I think I can honestly say I want to be a PR werewolfess when I grow up. Am the secretary's secretary, I do the dishes too. Not to worry, there are also times when they make me do intellectual things like reply letters, write stories for their magazine and... and... other intellectual things. Anyway, now to what's got me really excited about writing this post: The closet.

Right next to where I do the dishes is a closet. It has all the cleaning impliments but ample space. Ample space for what? Am about to explain;

You know how, in the movies, the hero and the heroine start walking down the corridor and then suddenly he pulls her through a small unobstrusive door, then hours later they emerge, dishevelled and radiant? There's such a door at my office!!!! How romantic. Every time I pass by, I throw it open hoping to catch someone to snigger at later. But nada.

Am almost angry that these people are not putting that closet to good use!! If they aren't careful, am going to do it myself!! I just need to find out where the hot doods are @ in this joint. I thought I'd found one. I mean, brother spoke like Zeus on the telephone. Ah well, shit happens. But that closet...