i survived yesterday and my fingers are crossed for the next 7 days of hell. i nearly cancelled all plans yesterday because i didn't want a repeat of breaking down at a friend's wedding that took me back to that very spot i stood at watching the boats search for you... 8 first anniversaries for 8 ugly days. 8 days of no appetite, no sleep. 8 ugly days. day 1: yesterday: the phone call telling me
"Heal the worldMake it a better placeFor you and for meAnd the entire human raceThere are people dyingIf you care enoughFor the livingMake a better placeFor you and for me"RIP MJ.
why would a food festival feature only restaurants and no 'culture'? why do children dance in such vulgur ways? why do adults cheer them on?why do children's entertainers in tropical places have to wear furry suits?why do Indians always seem to out number the natural residents every time they turn up for anything? why don't we have proper cheerleaders? why do they keep hiring those sorry excuses.
Facing reality sucks. Not facing reality sucks more.i used to think friendship meant being friends forever but i have since grown up.Realising you've out-grown a friendship hurts. what hurts even more is realising you have wasted alot of time trying to make this friendship fit when you should have let it go a long time ago.i'd rather remember you as the one i loved, not the one i tried to keep on
you were here, it was so real. there i was minding my biz when you came from seemingly nowhere. you smiled and i ran to you. in shock. i touched your arms and they were real. you laughed and asked why i thought you'd gone forever...we talked, about this, and about that. i said i had to tell everyone; you are here, you are not gone. i had to tell mum. she'd be so happy. i have to tell them all. i
If i go to hell it will be for one thing. i'm vindictive. i'm your average sweet angel but cross me bad and you will die. okay not really die like dead-not-breathing-die but die. The older i grow, the easier it becomes to get my vengeance and oh how sweet it feels every single time. sweet till i need God for something and then He reminds me how vengeance is His alone tra la di la.i think i am
Before you read:1: Read parts 1 and 2 here and here.2: Apologies that this is coming out in spurts of sorts. the author denies any claim that she knows what she is doing.3: The author refuses to pretend her characters speak proper English. She only tells it as she hears it.4: again, Author can not stress how little she knows of writing and all it comes with.And now; Pieces and Pixels. Part 3.
Come and relax with Mozart’s CORONATION MASS IN Cand other exciting gems from the choral repertoire100 singers + With Full Orchestra UK Visiting Conductor: Bob BarsbyVenue: National Theatre Kampala.Gala show Friday 13th, Cocktails 6:30pm and Concert 7:30pm at 30,000/-Saturday 14th & Sunday 15th: 4:00pm at 10,000/- Adult and 5,000/- StudentsTickets available at the National Theatre & Kampala
How low can we fall? Apparently lower than i thought. Another building has collapsed in the 'city' because of shoddy work. somebody somewhere pocketed money and looked away while this shoddy work was done. another made a profit off of the shoddy materials or whatever. in the end, poor workers have died. what can i do? what can you do? Kampala is a mess and i wonder, what can i do? what can you do
