| Thursday, May 31, 2007 |
| Once upon a time on an island...... |
 There was an Empress-Goddess, And 27th this above is purely for your benefit. I feel like a pimp right now but anything for a brother in arms.  Then there was a swimsuit model, I was doing a cover for sports illustrated. Life is good! I can make a living just taking holidays. who needs atour guide????  Drying off at the bornfire was always the best time on the Island
Then there was the meal ticket! You know you are my gal right?
 There were the free-loaders........heheheheehe!!!!!!!! Im telling the story Des, you can spin your own version later.
 This dude tried reading a book on the way back and it was a very difficult read. One of those books that Oprah endorses and you buy but somehow never get to read beyong the first chapter. This is probably my favorite picture throughout the entire journey. I remember thinking, I can do this forever (didnt wanna come back home). Im so dark all you can see are my teeth. Kinda just blended in with the night huh!  My saturdays start out innocently. I get up do some laundry and then head to the office for an hour or two depending on my mood. I only go out Saturday and mostly with my gals. and when we do, we normally have good intensions really just go out to our pub of choice and Dance till we drop. well Thats what usually happens, lately however some saturdays extend to an early morning speed boat ride to Ssese Island. An Impetuos decision we normally make when we are too high on life to care. Those of us who have to report to work Monday normally develop unexplained illnesses. well its always worth it. Two days of basking in the sun can feel like an entire month of vacation. white sand, almost blue waters, great food and not a care in the world. perfect place for escapists like moi. captured loads of great moments but the bloody link is too slow today and Im not patient at all. It is wonderful but all that activity does take its toll on you. Usually on the journey back we can barely control the fatigue. And thats when you catch yourself power napping with drool and all. Labels: What happens in Ssese ought to stay in Sese |
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| Tuesday, May 22, 2007 |
| The Most ridiculous celebrity story of the week |
Sylvester Stallone was fined $2,500 and ordered to pay a court cost of $8,300 by an Australian court Monday for illegally bringing in 48 vials of human growth hormone which he claimed was prescribed to him to help boost his body while filming Rambo.
"This stuff gives your body a boost and you feel and look good," Stallone said in a customs interview. "Doing Rambo is hard work, and I am going to be in Burma for a while. Where do you think I am going to get this stuff in Burma?"
His face looks so tight like he just recently had a face lift and is he wearing blusher??? The man is 60 almost and he thinks he can still play Rambo, about that can Rambo really be revived for todays movie audience? After the Matrix and all other gravity defying action movies who wants to watch Rambo? Labels: go home., Quit while you are ahead man.........its over |
| posted by kissyfur @ 12:36 AM |
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| Thursday, May 17, 2007 |
| My very Own Kafunda |
All this time I have been a free loader, living off my eldest sister and enjoying all the luxuries that she has worked extremely hard for. I moved out of my mother's home because my lifestyle choices were causing some serious friction between us and we generally got a long better if she didnt see me that often.
I forgot to mention all my siblings are older than me and therefore any childish behaviour on my part is often forgiven. And because of this, I found myself growing old without necessarily growing up. Well atleast I wasnt in denial, I know exactly what I have to do its just trying to get myself to do it that is quite hard. So For a long time I have been telling myself that I need to get a place of my own. somewhere I can eat a bowl of cereal naked in front of the TV ( have always wanted to do that), or fart as loudly as I want to without worrying about the discomfort of others. But thats exactly what it remains, good intensions. I get comfortable and talk myself out of it all the time. free food, rent free, laundry service, paid TV all baiting me to stay.
So my lazy ass discards the idea untill one dawn after a heavy bar hopping run, I creep in trying not to wake people and I knock things over. I crash out for hours, miss breakfast with the family then take off soon after I get showered. then realise its weeks since I even had a decent conversation with my very generous landlord. Then the guilt sets in and the plans of moving out creep up in my mind again. After another week of making amends, the cycle begins yet again.
This time Im serious about finding a place. I have been put in a really tight spot this time cause my sister made the announcement that she is moving to NewYork and guess what, she cant take me with her. What Im I supposed to do, Im only 26 besides what are big sisters for if not to take care of their younger sibblings in need.
After my pity party, I realised thats not the worst thing that can happen to gal, theres cancer, getting knocked up (27th still waiting for that post)...........list is endless.
Now Im reorganising my finances, the 3/4 of my income that religiously went to Long Island ice tea will now sit in a savings account. Damn! I even hate the sound of that. Oh yes and I got a broker, anha ooohhhh!!!!!!!!!!!
By August I will take my first step into maturity and be in my own Kafunda. Im so excited have even set a date for house warming. Watch the space for directions to where the party is at.Labels: Ill be moving on up, moving on up, to the eastside. To a delux apartment in the sky.i finally got piece of the pie |
| posted by kissyfur @ 2:45 AM |
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| Monday, May 14, 2007 |
| The Curse of the down to earth sorts |
lately Im terribly averse to being called down to earth because in my experience, being down to earth has been nothing but a burden since i was old enough to start dating. guys apparently claim to like girls who are down to earth and for all the reasons that make it rather unflattering to us. somehow down to earthers make great hang buddies because we are cheap dates. we shun drinks like Amarula which come with a high maintainance tags and basically anything we cannot drink out of the bottle. several times we even feel inclined to buy a round or better still we go Dutch.
It is deemed acceptable to take us to Wandegeya for a quick meal without feeling like we just might trip. You do not need to pick us up, we can just board a matatu and find you wherever you are.
I guess the saying is tru that we really do attract who we are. When we were at university, a guy asked you out on a date and being the down to earth girl that we were, we felt slight remorse at making him spend so much because we reckoned he wasnt earning that much money anyway. So we would order the usual coke even when we were craving a glass of wine, just so we can take it easy on his wallet. (big mistake) . The very same guy would a week later be out on another date at a posh place with someother high maintainance girl. He will even be buying her a cellphone, paying her hair dresser and all the things we thought he couldnt afford.
So someone please tell me where it benefits me to be a down to earth girl cause clearly no guy wants a real relationship.
Worse still, they feel victimised after they are dumped for someone with more to offer. It often makes me wonder why guys even feel fleeced, its all in the game and they beat you to it. No good intensions on his part either, for every dinner, he at least feels he deserves a kiss and with tongue. And when they are left out in the cold, suddenly they are victims.
So these days, guys actually find it suprising when they invite me out and I clearly state that they shouldnt be late and shouldnt forget their wallet either. Brutal I know but works for me, as the ones who wanted to exploit my earthiness often take off anyway. And I forgot to mention that now theonly thing i guzzle are Long Island ice teas. Just so u know!Labels: I dont drink Amarula |
| posted by kissyfur @ 11:58 PM |
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| Friday, May 11, 2007 |
| Second First Impressions |
Wrap my words around you (Daniel Beddingfield)
Reason tells me if he had two lives to live, he would be a tear. To grow in my eyes, live on my cheek and die on my lips.
I smiled at what reason said, because even though we havent met yet, it feels like I have known Reason all my life.
Reason would complete my sentences
Reason would instantly know that I love Inner smile by Texas
Reason will keep me in check when I have my head in the clouds
For even though I havent met Reason yet,
I know reason will not always be my imaginary friend,
As I blissfully settle down into my new job, I cant help but be excited. Who wouldnt after months of exploitation I sure im glad that I woke up just in time. They say bad luck always happens in threes, perhaps its the same with good fortune as well. I have hope and thats the best thing a gal can have, ever! Hope that I will oneday be filthy rich and that I will meet the most amazing person to share that with.
Well bite me for writing sappy stuff! I guess i really im all soft inside 9 pls get ur mind outta the gutter) yeah you!
My friends always suprise me when at the least expected moment, they shoosh everybody and say,
"I have an announcement to make!"
Then when they have gotten everyones attention, they bellow,
"I am happy!"
This of course is always welcomed with insults and scorn. mostly coz thats not exactly profound news and we would rather hear ,
"Iam pregnant!" or "We broke up"
Well never mind, I am going to make that announcement anyway.
"I am happy!"Labels: touch my inner smile |
| posted by kissyfur @ 1:05 AM |
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| Wednesday, May 2, 2007 |
| The shooter not the Lover stupid |
Sleepless in Seatle was suppoed to be one of te most romantic movie of all time. They had the whole empire state building thingy like Cary Grant even and all was going well till the end. The moment Tom Hanks was supposed to kiss Meg Ryan, he instead held her hand gently as they walked away from the set. Fans where in utter shock when the credits started scrolling up and still no kiss.
On Tuesday My friend and I went to the cinema to watch the Shooter ,granted it was called the shooter I still expected a love interest for Mark Walberg. Somehow that made all the bloodiness bearable because I knew at the end, I would see the kiss. so yeah, I watched the man avenge his dog.
And even remarked at how the movie bore a striking resemblance to Rambo, down to the the hero walking in slow motion with a house exploding behind him.
And the plot didnt disappoint there was a love interest indeed, and somewhere in between all the action they looked like they were about to get it on. But they didnt, still I was hopeful.Surely at the end. So I waited, more long distance shooting...........villain gets shot finally........Swager enters car with love interest...............They drive off and when I saw the car fading in a distance and the screen went black...........The credits! what??????
My friend noting the disappointment turns to me and says
" what did you expect, it called the Shooter not the Lover!"Labels: double drat |
| posted by kissyfur @ 10:36 PM |
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