A couple of times i go back to the Rhythm and Blue’s that once  defined me a few years back before my innocence was scraped by HipHop and Rock!

This particular song has been playing on Sanyu Fm for quite sometime but I waited for the presenter/dj/ rp to tell me the artist and still they never said. SO, today as I was travelling to site somewhere after Nansana, the song played in the background and it got me thinking,

“i dont Care”

Well, the past few weeks have been horrible. I posted the following paragraph and got retribution! Scorn a lady type a thing!

Secondly, there is a moral dilemma I am faced with, i have dated, or been a side dish in presence not action to some ka gurl now our contract ends and the question is, do i just walk away after all this time of ‘pretending’ to be in a relationship or do i stick around. Its not a bad thing to stick around but its frustrating when they use you for other things other than that wish you wish to be used for!

Removed from blog post coz of F! End or year 2011!

So, yes and that above is what i posted, but there comes a point when all said and done, the truth sets you free. If you know what the end results are, why then do we keep on trying.

Patience pays. yes…Nah…..
Well, time spent with someone is cool, if you grow attached, cool, if you know you are never going to date them, not cool. I mean, why would you continue walk a path which leads no where.

If people share more in a friendship, feelings tend to grow, and if one party is involved, well, lets just say I would be a fool to play that game. These randomsies are bloody boring.

Anyway, simple, I dont care, I dont attach, I never hurt you, yes, you who is reading this, so, i owe you nothing but a good time and a good conscience.

I still haven’t learnt my lessons to this day, my mentor who literally scotch my bloody balls. Well, there they go!

Well, if you didn’t see fireworks at the Sheraton or from wherever you were around Kampala, then I will assume you are still in 2011, prefarably December 31st! And I did, from Sheraton, Serena and surprise Aya Hilton…

So, I have decided to think about the New Year and the apparent Resolutions we always come up with and fancy names we give to them, such as Financial prosperity, well, if you still working the same job and position, where will the prosperity come from? So, I dont have resolutions but Markers for this Year…

1. Finish the previous year’s resolutions, i.e 2011. A lot still pending!

2. Well, financial properity. If its illegal, It can pass in Ug.

3. Look for a wife. Yes, am not married.

4. Get back with the ex-es…we need ‘closure’

5. Not be responsible for anything I do, or think about doing.

Enough of this crap…

My new year started with a few complications, and am trying to solve them, but the monster within me is slowly taking over, where compassion easily turns to rage, patience slowly becomes demotive, a scary past slowly creeps in. if you read what i wrote, the post below, well, this is a blog and whatever i say is just what I am thinking, am i a bad person? Well, I am not going to defend my self, and what i ‘feel’ but dont take everything you see face-wise.

Happy New Year Folks.

Peace Out.

Reading- The Fourth Installation of Eragon

Music- Going back to 2007, the beginning of my Music taste buds

Movies-Well, nothing new!

Work – Well, hoping to get a ‘positive’ feedback from my clientelle!

Gadget of the year – Amazon Kindle, pdf reader!

Keep you posted, next blog… “2011, Polls”

I had an operation, sort of brought my life force down but now am trying to pump myself with lots of it!

I have been side-dishing with this lady, girl for the past 6 months and its just ridiculous!

I have learnt the art of patience

I have become wiser, yes, a lot wiser than i was before!

I started a company and it has been very slow at picking up due to the legalities and compromise on all sides, clients and workers!

now, lets start with the jazz…

Well, today is the last blog for this year as we quickly approach the New year but what is interesting is I have a paper on the 2nd, Monday at 2.00pm and i havent made an attempt to read for it.

And, i now surmise that, in relationships, beauty is more correlative to amount of time you spend with that one person, they either become ugly or more beautiful to you, choice is yours…now, am not one to say i dont have my chinks but damn, girls…girls….girls….

Where is SHE? time and time again i have left the fates to help me make the choice in this thing called love but that doesnt seem to be working for me of late. I have spotted a few here and there but that has unwittingly ended in disaster and it aint always my fault…so, a beg *nigerian accent*, where are you, woman, am tired of waiting…I have placed my cards on the table, and am hoping to get some feedback.

Well, we always find that one person who fulfils the requirements but is attainable in terms of conflicting ideologies such as religion, tribe, race which is common custom to many African people that they engage in partners of same ideology. Wish i could say no, but even i have fallen to the customary requirements of looking for a better half…but those again are 2011 issues.

well, goodbye 2011, bring in 2012

Am in that dilemma. AM confuzzled. Why?

Well, she is making me go mad. I think I achieved that level of cold years ago when I dated a few demons but this, this is different. Yes, we all know how they are different situations…but this is different how? Well, lets say I was there, I was never there. Like the almost never dated part, yes, that is where i stand. I want to run, I need to run but I cant. Hurting her is not an option…

What should I do? But then again, she has someone, and I have no one. I am stukc in this dark cold place…Its not my first here, I actually think I should be accustomed to being in this position, but somethings is different!

Well…the question is…

I am guessing we have all heard this.

Well, l have been reflecting on these very words for quite a while. I always like to tell a good story, and it normally involves me and some great escapade, and yes, that makes me a self obsessed Sob but it does mean I always look for the thrill in life.

So, it all started at a party around June, four months ago, where I glimpsed at this girl. In my mind she was stunning but I seemed to be preoccupied then, and seemed to brush it off. When the party was done, and as we went for the after party, I was hoping I could bump into her, but that didn’t happen either. When I inquired, I was told she had gone home.

A couple of weeks later, when the recess period seemed to end, my friends and I went to see her. Don’t ask me why, it was not my doing, but she seemed to have captivated everyone at the party. As our delegation ascended onto the hall of residence, there were thrills, since I seemed to lead the delegation there.

I had come with one mission, and it was to spit vibe. I needed to get her contact. And she came, and like hazy eyes looking into flashing lights, she looked stunning. I was blown away the second time. Her simplicity resonated a complexity in the way the light hit her body and her cloth accentuated her curves made the loins crave her proximity, her touch.

I stammered a few things, as I tried to ask for her number. She didn’t mind it either. She was in a rush and we seem to hold her so she begged to be left, but we dragged her along to where we were headed. I tried to mumble a few things her way but I could barely say something. I would put stammering to shame. My consolation was that I had gotten her number but I would later learn it was not to be.

My stammering came to a halt when she quickly turned down my intentions of courting her, by insisting she was dating and it was useless.

In me, a challenge arose. I needed to represent. At that moment, I could have backed down and said, well, she is already taken, why bother. Then again, it was common tendency for pretty ladies to tell guys they had no interest in they were being seen by someone else. I accepted it as a challenge to myself to see if I can actually get through to her. Besides, I had to atone for the rowdiness I seemed to have portrayed earlier and my brunt confident approach.

I tried to burn an image into my head but it kept on conflicting between beautiful goddess and her. But I had learned patience. A couple of years, I had courted ladies and my slowness was taken rather as a habit of failure, since I really took long to ask them out, but this time, I was not going to rush. I had the shot holiday to come up with a ‘strategy.’

In those two weeks, time seemed to still, I tried sending messages but I barely got a reply. I shared my dilemma with a couple of guys, obliviously omitting the lady in question, and some suggested trying to call using a different line but that too was not going to do it either. During that holiday, we had a birthday party where I invited her, and she declined due to more pressing matters. On that birthday party, birthed the idea of a pizza and wine, where a couple of friends and I could catch up. This was the chance opportunity I needed. I quickly called and set a date for the pizza and wine a couple of weeks later. I didn’t bother to make contact with her, maybe I feared I was not going to make any more impressions, and I was done cleaning up my mess.

Pizza and wine came and I called just to confirm. The length without contact left me worried, that she might have cancelled or rather come up with other plot.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t. I had to primp myself. Put on all the charm for the day. It was the first I had seen her in quite a while, and it was time to make an impression. That was the beginning of my foolishness.

 Stay Hungry.

There are times when you feel hopeless, when the sun sets before you, and you ask yourself what your worth was this day, and an emptiness in you wells up. Well, if you were given a day to live, you would live knowing it was your last. As you awake and sleep tonight, sleep like tomorrow is your last, and awake, and do things that might start giving meaning to your life.

We once asked what we wanted to be in life, and we said Happy, because Happiness is a key to living life. make it count.

Peace.

Just read a great poem, and here are a few things I to want to highlight!

So it is, what has been! So is gone what cant come back!

It is futile the countless number of times we wish what has been couldn’t be! When we make mistakes, when we fail, when we suffer but most especially when someone you know, care and love passes on. We hope there is a better place they are going to but most especially it reminds us of the little time we to have got here.

So live like there isn’t a next moment, cramp your plans in the minutest of periods, hang onto the critical path as your life line and breath only at the end of the race.

Simply put, life is for living. And with this I would like to dedicate a moment of silence to our dearest departed. It hurts you are gone and we are more scared when we cant seem to understand why life is as subtle as the wind blowing in every direction. We seek to understand it in future plans and dreams but like those, they to end.

So, I have decided to atleast listen to my heart, and make every moment count.

Peace Out.

#NP Soundtrack to my Life #Kid Cudi #Man on the Moon.

That I did not want to be

But I’m new here

Will you show me around

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone

You can always turn around

Met a woman in a bar

Told her I was hard to get to know

And near impossible to forget

She said I had an ego on me

The size of Texas

Well I’m new here and I forget

Does that mean big or small

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone

You can always turnaround

And I’m shedding plates like a snake

And it may be crazy but I’m

The closest thing I have

To a voice of reason

Turnaround turnaround turnaround

And you may come full circle

And be new here again

A synopsis about the title, well, its about a girl. And thats where my dumbness begins. I met this girl a few months ago, and since then, i have been a mess. A mess, how  or rather why, you ask!

Well, of all the girls I ever posted about on this blog, non are my friends to date. Some I posted about the past and some about the present and yes, some , about the good and some about the bad. So, why should i start posting again about this lady. No, I shant, wont, cant.

Thats where my dumbness arises. this article has been in the offing for quite a while now and I haven’t been able to move from it since then..till my dumbness ceased and I deleted what i had written about everything and anything about the above title.

So, I say to you, my dumbness ceases now. i declare this dumbness done. I quit.

PEACE out.

Ok, am not one to retaliate but this i had to. I talked to someone who openned my eyes and yes, am not going to change who I am just so you can finally say you told me so.

I like being young, youthful and immature because, well, am young, youthful and immature. i take life by the balls and I dont have to be calculative or accountable on anyone’s part because am ME. Those words might not mean much to you, but maybe it is time you changed your attitudes towards life. Life will never be about what you want and what is supposed to be. things change and situations change.

People change. I changed and felt i no longer needed someone like you in my life. Maybe i didn’t need you then, but your calculative and conservative ways actually did that, and I was to blame for a decision i made. A decision I hade made forth willing when I knew the consquences. And you held it against me like a scorned bitch and I still wonder to myself, whats up with that!

Anyway, Lengoma, this is a song i am listening to and I barely know what it means but I aint stopping for you, even in maturity, I never look back at the past and what I let go. Stop bloody posting about me or I will keep on being immature.

PEACE outttttttt.