tales on my tail

April 28, 2009 at 5:42 pm | Posted in life | 1 Comment

after various participation s on my end, i’m feeling a pit in my stomach. a knot of anxiety, nostalgia – something girly that i ought to forget as i surge forward tonight and ignite my balls for a fresh dose of testerone.
Chelsea- we’ll see, Barca- Back off!
Hmm…when did the football fan-atics began beating me?
Seriously, a full fool post, to boast and toast about it all, this s-tale, it deserves!
well, well, where were we?
Man – i think I’m getting old and i have this feeling akin to a lady beating the biological/psychological (si they give birth at 65 too, ama?) clock!

Why wasn’t i born a frog?
ok, listen, l;isteeeen-
The theory passes. The Biologists passes. The Frog remains!
So, with forks or fingers, we shall pore the frolic frothy frogs…hmm..derailment.

Here, i’m back.

I am frightfully in the second last semester of my second year…(after missing out an aggregate of one year- ‘working’, bumming 😦 … and seems i have achieved almost everything i set out to do. See, when i put out that post of ‘Boy is Boss’ , i had just been appointed the Managing Ed of our campo paper—i should be proud, jumpy, happy at this achievement but climbing this ladder laden with my so so many ambition..
ended up perched at the top of the sheet chain feeling like a flat tire – i’ve outgrown it or i’ve set my ambitions elsewhere!
my comrades are chucking soon and i have a whole year before to seduce haughty reporters to stick to the code, aiiight??

but we have such a team, i tell you. while the last one was laid back, drooling over Uni’s rules like flys on you know what, my new entourage is so full of Xters (unkempt poets, globe trotters, pseudo-intellect-cho illusionists (addicts to self empowerment books – i fink Suck Cess is a matter of breeding rather than reading…hmm, really, i take that bach, but still…
Godspeed boyfulani.
Be sure to feast on the fists of my first 100 days, sawaz?

any-whore….

quiting whining, and thinking about wining…
>>> i wish i was dining someone (yaani feasting, heh heh, sio dates za java ama njiva za kenchic)….tis cold and am abstaining- no need to stain, break three hearts in a single semester. Man, some people watakuwa kuni hell!

otherwise…

all i wonna do now, is fly away to a place where you gon see me no more… (insert Just a Band tune).

Parting shot:

Scratch to reveal…this tranquil face- buried behind burning fires of ambitions…ambitions, i must get THERE.

****

Pssst. on 17th May, i’mma do something this summer!

🙂

Woooooooooooooooooooooosa.
Am out.
In one Piece, Peace!

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  1. I guess we have a big post awaiting on 18th May?

    Sure: A Deciding Moment for Mwah?
    Intercede for a brother.


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