December 27, 2007 at 3:23 pm | Posted in life | 6 Comments

am happy kidogo and sad sana..first, allow me to laugh off some young dude seated next to me in the cyber first. well, gone are my porn days(not as an coincidences, u know). i aint a peeping tom, but well, as i waited for my comp to be unlocked, he was busy googling.

of course, pornography, you may say…but hewwl no..he typed ‘ponografy’ and i dint want to ‘defile’ my body with the results…

but well, it seems its his first and he is more than willing to- break it!

ok, today i did my first voting and am happily flashing off my v- card! it was exciting and besides the usual hulaballoo…i guess i have reason to piga domo, right?

hope u did get the badge too.

am sad because WHY THE HELL DID THE have to kill Bhutto?

my heart weeps with the Pakistanis, and all those who share my sentiments.


a non-eventual sem

December 18, 2007 at 8:29 am | Posted in d8ingame, he-motions, life, mathomo, msheflani | 4 Comments

finally, this thing has drawn to a close and i cant be more happy. happy and sad at the same peter marangi.  sad because i got to kiss blogging goodbye, 24 hour hindanet(internet) connection,oh and the babes that come popping by office brightening my day up. add to that the classes, lessons…and the whole package of reeeeally hawt classmates.

however, little seems to have changed and the sem has ended b4 it even begun for me. see, when dad and i used to attend those teenage seminars and the issues of messy bedrooms was mentioned, he always gave me this look of , ” ehe, you hear son?” but its been ages (albeit am still in my twenteens) and yet..nothing muuuch has changed.

i still wonder how i chose a career path in Design(which is all about order, synchronisation and all) yet my bedroom is a replica of a roadside bomb in an unmarked street in Baghdad…well not that messy, but be sure everything is in bundles.neat bundles 🙂

explanation? every piece of art goes through messy phases, doesnt it?

meanwhile, i was always presentable descent through out the sem, having to pull out of the muddle every morning- coming out really clean.

…but it would be unfair to speak of a general stagnancy yet my paroz bank vault are 150-plus K less that this school has robbed us in His name. i wish i would have received an equal share of;

  • services-dang! the services we get fall way below this high-fee mark and i wonder how much more i should pay to be treated like a piece of crap. hope i aint de-marketing the institution..but well..truth be told!
  • brains- i aint sure this is really what my heart wanted to do but this is a suicidal the sense that Dad would shoot me on sight in regard to the astonomical haemorhage his salo is undergoing to finance me….still, i learnt mob things, dont label me a brat i surely chased ujinga and ignorance…..

the list is long and i dont want to turn into a whine-baby. i appreciate what God has given me and this far, He is Ebenezer in my life..

can some-buddy say Amen!!?

away from the outrageous costs of eliminating ujinga, classes have been one part of campo life that made my days. save for the lecturers with the unnerving ability to sap life even out of the most interesting subjects(even sex.haha). especially the u-know-who who really kept me totally involved and engaged in kirathi-tatally, yeah…? back cracks and kata thendes(they call them g-strings) were unsightly, but for lack of a better thing to look at….*clear throat**

Again, cupid failed miserably. but my heart? it dont ever quit! though there was a close shave with it, or something to that effect…i breezed through it all quite well.

the said ‘shave’ was with one Koi. a laid back, less-sophisticated babe with a negilible accent(at least when she held my attention). aki, she was the who started it. don’t even remember how i came to know her..but well, i know i do. the text led to one thing and i was taking the next step- naturally! johnnie, ever the big event planner had it all laid out. though me and him knew it was an almost impossible task…what with her tendencies being more ‘my brother boyfulani, tell us what the lord has done in your life…”

damn..i cant tell rest of the story, but be sure,  i never looked her direction again.

i want to remain pure!

oh, one more thing...alllow me to thump my chest kidogo. for the umpeenth time, somebody told me they like my smile.ati they will miss it yaani and am like..whoa? why hasnt it dazzled someone to meet me half way n we get something going? wishful thinking! but surely..most ladies dig it hehehe


ahem, thats how the sem basically was..nothing really big to write home about>ended just like this post.

at least, am present today

December 17, 2007 at 1:39 pm | Posted in poetry | 3 Comments

I have been more content after a six pack.
I have been more inspired after a few bong hits.
I have been more on the ball after a double espresso.
I have been happier on anti-depressants.
I have been more sensitive on w**d.
I have been more transcendent after an eighth of mushrooms.
I have been more electrifying on acid.
I have been more restful on black tar opium.
Today, I fear for the future.
Today, I am anxious about whether the stove is really off.
Today, I am angry at the system and even at family that I love.
But, today, I am present here today.

jam-hooray day

December 13, 2007 at 6:59 am | Posted in life | 3 Comments

it was a well deserved break for me. i think i have worked hard enough to deserve even more, don’t you think? hey! but jana was really the climax of it all, if you read the ‘exam’ post.

i had two of them and they preffered to munch  me raw. luckily though, the brilliant prof knew of his misdeeds and gave us a mutliple choice-true or false exam short answer term paper!

wasnt it not for the distance, would have rushed over and given him a bone-breaking hug.

thanks for your support, though.and the concern.

meanwhile, my jamhuri was cool, laid low and i had really quiet moments to think about my fusha. woke up late and the realisation that i have only two more exams to go makes me feel over the moon and free-er and given a chance, i can fly!

so, i hope you all had a great jamhuri day.wot were you really upto?

am out!

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