girlfriend my mother reads this blog !!!!!!!


man new year it doesn't get any easier
where should i start

work
its a mess but am top
there is one thing i admire about my father he seems to have endless faith > you know the butter wont melt in 100 degrees kind <
lots of things going on my application was turned down but i feel like i have been short changed.
but a brother has bounced back .

they want me to do extra hours on the shop floor ( hahaha i said i would think about it )


school
less hours this term more practicals the musoga likes wiring stuff in the lab so i am all excited
i don't like the simulations though but i understand that even roses have thorns bring it on i want my beamer and 26 g' s a year.


wifey
just read the las blog .
well i want her to sell those stanbic things . everything that goes up must come down especially that that is over subscribed

boys
man i managed to get out of work on sunday < thank you daddy for the dvd on negotiation skills < so i can see thoses boys in coventry and put the stress of over working through chrimas behind me


goals
i still want to see my boo in summer hopefully my over time would pay for that but fingers crossed we see when the check comes through .


mummy thanks for the texts an bija for the support .
and to my two expecting sister thanks for expanding the family both in numbers and in progress

good night from a midnight oil burning musoga ........... :)

I’ve Been Punked- For the umpteenth time.

I think I’m quite a gullible person. You can easily pull one on me, that is, if you know the right strings to pull. This Musoga knows that one string quite well- People. If you tell me a story about something happening to someone, be it true or false, I’ll so fall for it.

Yesterday evening, after my lecturer cutting my class, I decided to do abit of sms-ing. Target: Himself. I’ve tried to reproduce the conversation, both sms and chat.

Sms to Himself: This Musoga’s thrown me out for sometime now. What’s the dealio?
(According to me, I was on katebe, I hadn’t received a text in like, 12hrs?!)

Himself to me: Speak of the devil. I’ve just sent you an email. I got thrown out of my house.

Me to Himself: WHAT!!! What happened?

Himself to me: There was a fight. Someone said something about you, I threw them out of the window. I’ve been given 10 days and I haven’t told daddy.

(I didn’t want to believe any of this. Explain a calm person taking such measures. So I decide to go check my email and there’s nothing. Am waiting for the email to come and I’m thinking so fast. At that point, I was thinking, what happens if I ever say something and Himself gets so mad and throws me through the roof!!! The daddy part in Himself’s last sms to me, got me believing the story!)

Me to Himself: Get on chat immediately!
By the way, I didn’t say it like that, but that’s what I implied!)

So I get on chat, and Himself is signing in and out of chat. The green button was turning to grey every few seconds. On this other side of the equator I’m freaked out.
Anyhow, Himself manages to get onto chat and we chat.
Below are excerpts from our conversation.

5:53 PM me: Baby?
________________________________________ 15 minutes
6:08 PM Himself: baby
6:10 PM hello

Me: Sweets?
So I guess you can answer my text on chat......

Himself: yeah, well
6:11 PM how is the pole climbling (sic) going
(In reference to the mast things I’d to do last week)

6:12 PM Me: This Musoga, how about us sorting this house mess you are in, then we'll talk about extra curricular activities

6:14 PM Himself: cool
Well I got notice at 9 am today
6:15 PM but I just want you to know that am doing this for you
6:16 PM I you mean a lot to me and I am no going to let any one mess with that

Me: So what exactly happened that caused you to get into this fight

Himself: As I said I woke up and got out of bed
6:17 PM so the heat engineers can install central heating
So when you come over we won’t freeze
There was no fight
6:18 PM I just wanted to get you excited
Coz I miss you
And I want to talk to you
And you’re so cute when you’re bewildered
:)
6:19 PM :D

Me: P****** K***** Y*****, you are in some deep trouble. :):):) You know an angry fish wife, that's who'll meet you at the sirport (sic) when you come. P***!!!!

Himself: sirport? :D:D:D

Me: P******
Airport!!

6:20 PM Himself: Must be an extension

Me: Yeah, the one for CHOGM

Himself: Any way boo I have to run


6:21 PM Me: Bye sweets. Call me if you can afford five minutes. I miss you

Patrick: I miss u too
Catch them

6:22 PM Me: mwaaaaaah. Get out. Go!

6:23 PM Patrick: bye sweety

Me: bye bye

So we kissed and made up.
But am still the most gullible person this side of the equator!
One day, I’ll treat you to the chronicles of the pranks This Musoga has pulled on me and out of these innumerable times, I managed to catch him at his game only once.
I’m going to have to up my game.

Bye for now.
Have a fab day!

I did it!

I finally sorted out the problem with Firefox and now it's up and running very well.

In about an hour's time, I get to climb the mast over here to fix a bridge for extending the wireless. I do this together with two guys from the Tech Team. Am giddy with excitement, pity, I may not be able to take pictures of the view from yonder. I'm all dressed up for the task, jeans, sweater, sneakers, no watch.....
I'l catch you later, part of the team's arrived.
Will blog about the experience.
See you up there!

Today's just one of those those days that does not seem to be going right.
I had a skirmish with a caller earlier on and I'm trying to upload my christmas pictures and blogger keeps on telling me "Bad Request 404"!!
Aside from that, I upgraded to Firefox 2.0.1 (I think?) and it's giving me attitude. It keeps on popping up several windows and then hangs and then I can't do anything. I've uninstalled and re- installed Firefox three times already!! And I love it so much, it hurts :) :) :( :(
I do those things that deal with computers, but sometimes, I just can't figure it out!
Then, the wireless up here is not working so am down in one of the labs trying to console myself reading National Geographic and looking at shoes.
So, this day.........................
When's it ending???

So I'm back in the world of assignments, deadlines and lecturers who can't pronounce my name right!! Plus, also them that cut lectures!! Today was a prime example. There's this highly intelligent, laid- back guy who's supposed to be taking me in a programming unit. Well, today, he didn't turn up. So as the Faculty Representative in my class, I decided to text him to find out if he was coming. He calls me back and says, we'll start next week. Typical laid- back fashion!!
Come lunch time, I receive a phone call from a lady who wanted to know who I am and why I was sending text messages to that number!!! I started stammering, This Musoga probably knows that look so well and I explained to the lady caller why I'd sent that message. So she tells me to listen carefully, then she goes "I don't want you sending text meaasges to this phone and to my husband". Scared is an understatement of the reaction that this lady gave me!!
Atleast I will not be sending messages to that number again. That, am sure of.

On a lighter note, I was watching re- runs of Sex and the City last night, Season 6 which is really full of Charlotte's attempts at becoming a Jew in order to get married to a nice guy. Well, she succeeded. The amusing thing was the episode where she'd made the Sabbath meal and Harry comes home and is more interested in the football game going on. So she throws it on him- the language lessons, the conversion classes, the time spent to make the meal... Name it, she did it all.
It reminded me, how This Musoga would tease me about my not knowing Luganda, wondering how I'd cope when I went to his house. As he put it, "Luganda's like the national language at home". So far, my efforts at learning this language, I think, are commendable. Except, I forget the words just as fast as I learn them!! Plus, I think I've survived so far.....
On Tuesday morning, in my hall, I met one of the ladies that comes around to help with the washing. She greeted me nicely, called me by my name, but for the love of God, I simply couldnot remember how to answer her back, in LUGANDA!! I just smiled at her.
It seems one month at home erased the little I picked up!!
This Musoga should recommend the text books they used to use in Budo for the language. On my part, I'll recommend a site where he can learn mine!!

Welcome back.
The issue with having two blogs running concurrently is that sometimes you are at a loss of words, so to speak. For instance, the glaring similarity is that I’ve got the same heading for posts on different blogs!

So the heading says what this post’s about. Welcome back.
I survived the holidays, though they were still going on over here till Monday!! Yippee!!
About my holiday, I went to my village home, spent about four days there. The account’s already been posted on my other blog. Pictures, am still debating whether to put them. Time and laziness being the prevailing factors!

I got back on the night of 29th and my body’s still operating in village- mode. I still feel sluggish and oba my brain’s also gone to sleep. As I had no network signal, I couldn’t keep in touch with This Musoga and maybe it was fate that prevailed so I could get back on 29th before midnight.
29th was This Musoga’s birthday. Had I not got back in time to make that call, the story would have been “The girl that forgot her boyfriend’s birthday”. Luckily, I made the call in time but he was too busy buying groceries, to put in a lot of words.
The solution to this was to call later. The Musoga decides to call just as I’m drifting off to dreamland. I admit, I can be quite grumpy when you call and I’m sleepy and this always gets on his nerves!! I’ll be too lazy to say anything; I’ll just keep on saying “mmh, mmh”!! Then the one that sets him off, he tells me something, and then I go “yeah, yeah, so what’s up”!! That’s my I-Really-Want-To-Sleep cue to whoever is on the other end.
This Musoga sometimes decides to clock the talk credit. Meaning I’ve got to stay on the line and listen and then yap back!! These sacrifices!!!

This Musoga and my mum have something in common- a birthday. The night of 29th gave me a whole kind of respect for my father. We got back to Kampala at about 10pm; he had a bath and decided to take my mum out. Even if they just got out for about 2hrs, his man who’d been up since 4am that day, then driven to Kampala for 4hrs, still took her to celebrate her milestone.
On the other side of the coin, I paid for this night out starting from 10am today! When we get back from the village, we usually carry beef and fish from home and the following morning, my dad distributes to various people. Because he was out late, it meant I had to wake up and sort, pack and deliver. This took the whole day. As I sit here, I still have got three deliveries to make which I’ve postponed indefinitely!!

I’m really having issues with MTN!! All my text messages have not been delivered and the credit’s still deducted. These Ugandan things!!

Happy New Year!
12.00am 01-01-07, found me driving past the church at the junction to Bidandi Ssali’s mosque in Ntinda and Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira was playing on the radio. My reason for being in Ntinda was to buy more booze for the people who’d gathered home to see the fireworks and celebrate the New Year with us.
I couldn’t help but notice the huge contradiction!
The year’s started out well, so far so good.
Still chilling at home, eating anything that comes my way and watching a lot of TV.
On the down side, it has been blighted by the execution of Saddam Hussein. I’m such a believer in the basic human right to life. I abhor death sentences. They should have left the fellow in the gallows and thrown away the key and let him ponder on his life for his last few remaining years. Surely, he wouldn’t have lived another 50 years, would he?
Now they are also going to execute the brother.
An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.

Meditating on the previous year……….
- What happened to Sebagala’s buses?
- Global Fund, Mukula, Muhwezi?
- Nsaba Buturo, still insisting he was right to steal?
- NMS and Rutagi?

This Musoga and I will post an analysis on our previous year.
Bye for now.

heheheh
what are you doing for my birthday ,
mummy and daddy thanks for the call
and Sam , Bija Rachael thanks man for the texts. ( oh and mike )
been a usual day
i am alone in the house every one gone home ( how dose that make me feel ?)
i really need to grow up
i need to make some changes
i need to set some goals
so this is the year i read
this is the year i sow my seed
this is the year of BMW

didi ;) seed

heheheh
what are you doing for my birthday ,
mummy and daddy thanks for the call
and Sam , Bija Rachael thanks man for the texts. ( oh and mike )
been a usual day
i am alone in the house every one gone home ( how dose that make me feel ?)
i really need to grow up
i need to make some changes
i need to set some goals
so this is the year i read
this is the year i sow my seed
this is the year of BMW

didi ;) seed

this musoga is awake
for a ll those in doubt (the first lady did call me and in did i was late ( th manger was giving me extra time i was not aware i had so i didn't do it )
for some e#really strange reason her voice energizes me in the morning true i have promised some goodies on tis blog . i will deliver the intrenet here is being a dog i will get it to you as soon as

but wifey i want to know :)

This musoga was supposed to be at work at 9am. I called at 8.55am and the musoga was still in bed. Result: A panicky musoga on the other end!!
On my end, the other half was sorting plants that were to be going to the village and cheerfully enjoying the day!
Different strokes for different folks.
The season where everyone's blood pressure goes up is around and also The Musoga's birthday around the same time. So the pun's well intended.
Meanwhile, the service provider, Talk Telekom, seem do be getting thrown out of business by UTL. Kati, how do they expect some of us to live by?
Necessity is the mother of invention!
Next week, I'll be climbing masts soemwhere along the equator to fix a bridge for expanding a wireless network. Luckily, I don't have problems with heights.
Am belatedly, downloading IE 7 and the bloody machine's taking all it's sweet time.
'The stupid machine does what I tell it to do not what I want it to do!'- Dr. Haflett, my Maths Lecturer one frustrated, hot aftrnoon.
Incase I don't blog before christmas, have a merry christmas and may the coming year be fille with good tidings for you.
This Musoga, where's the party at?
Am out!

10.52 am.

Thinking of waking up The Boyfriend, gots to go to work in about an hour. Someone's got to make the dough, you know. Ha ha ha!

The grass is being mowed over here and my nose has issues with all the action. I'm trying out some new medication for it, and it works like magic. In less than 5mnins, my nose has stopped running and eyes are no longer tearing.

Small musings
Today morning, I went to the supermarket to pick a few things. Why am I writing this here. See, I take these guys brand new money, as in it's probably off the mint, and the change I get are filthy notes. I'm proudly a banker's daughter, meaning I somehow always have clean and lots of changed cash.
We had this joke in high school. Some guy whom we called Boogie man, would literally slap people with money. So one day, he's joking around and gets a note from me and slaps me with it. Result: A bloody gash across my cheek. This probably brought a new meaning to "slap you with money"
Whenever, I get such money, judging our hands habits- poking noses, touching whatever and the varoius sources of the money- socks, bras(read Max's blog), one has cause to detest getting such money. As money knows no discrimination, my idea is to spend that dirty cash.
So what did I do with the dirt change- I left it there knowing I'll soon go back to pick up other things. They have it, they might as well keep it.

It's about 16 days to chistmas. Me, I don't be feeling it this year. Probably because my holiday will be short- lived, I don't know. Am usually not that excited atleast am interested. This time, don't know.
I was joking with my mum yesterday, that atleast am in this village where the preparations haven't reached peak. If I was in town, hearing all those carols, seeing people dashing right and left, I'd probably admit myself to Butabika!

Am listening to Fat Boy on Sanyu. This guy realy cracks me up. When he's funny, he's good and when he's sarcastic, you thank God you are not the subject of his sarcasm (That is if you are not the person in question). Ask Ssebagala.

Am on MSN and on shopping they are talking about "Perfumes she's sure to like". I'm fascinated with Prada and Devils.(Make sure you read or watch The Devil Wears Prada). This is one of my favourite books and Meryl Streep is a good actress. The perfume also sounds good, by the raves the sampler has given.

There's this theatrical group in Uganda called The Ebonies who roll out plays almost at the same rate a kitchen roll runs out at Tipsy's in Wandegeya. One thing that has plagued my mind is the titles of their plays. Who ever comes up with such bogus names? Last year, my sisters and I decided to have a collection of Ugandan things that are off. I clearly remember The Ebonies things topping that list. They've got names like something conondrum and other equally mind- boggling names. I would like to know the person who came up with the idea that their new theatre shoud be La Bonita. According to my searches "La bonita" means a beatiful woman. The picture in the above article sure does not look anywhere near a woman.

Am out of here, placing all my thoughts here, may not have anything to post on my blog.
Bye bye.

Diamonds are forever....
The boyfriend started the talk.
Funny that Chick Chat picked up on that also today.
My attitude towards diamonds, are well.....
Hmmh, difficult to define. I like daimonds, but not so badly.
I promise myself that as soon as I get what it would cost, I'll buy me- self a right hand one. Yeah, myself.
Am googling Diamonds, Sierra Leone, De Beers company, Diamond cuts and styles.
My two favourite sites on diamonds are A Diamond Is Forever and De Beers
This googling has brought me to other things I'd never thought about. MSN's talking about insurance for a diamond, incase the one you've bought is not liked by the intended recipient and National Geographic was on about how polishing diamonds hides their sometimes illicit origins.
De Beers prides itelf in the fact that they do not sell "blood diamonds".

Onto the blabber on Chick Chat, they are talking about how that Audrey Hepburn move is still so like in vogue.
I advocate for the black dress, the tiara, the pearls BUT not the smoking. I think that's a habit that's so uncool, that those that think it's cool should take a rain check.

As a parting phrase- it's more than a phrase, excuse the blunder,
Diamonds are forever
They won't leave in the night
I've no fear that they might
Desert me

I've shifted focus to Tapestries an emerging artists. These are mob random thoughts.
Bye, I've gone to the art galleries on line.
Ta- ta!

still in my work clothes ( blame van dam watching kick boxer **memories ** )
had a good day at work the high light of it wasn't so much the usual tech things or helping people out but a message from a chocolate loving mrs. ( heheheheheheh)

any way boys are still disturbing my princess ( thats a good thing it keeps me on my toes and it also means she looks great )

moving on swiftly ( my country needs me )
this makere thing people have to be realistic even in first world country people strike . so my idea is that the amarura family should take up management of the universty atleast every one will laugh while they rape the uni treasury ( like any well education money loving person)
they have also discovered the power of tube


not that am a fan but at least i cracked me up see these guys dave chapple better get another job just watch it till the end


these shoe where meant for walking
ok its official the gf likes shoes (hehehe i am a dead man no further comment at this stage ) at least its not diamonds yet ( lord please help me )



these boys again
tomorrow i get paid and as it comes it goes then the musoga goes to Bradford pictures will tell a story


just wait for fresh ones :)

I forgot to mention, I took the Tobleron anyhow and am enjoying it right now!

This is probably the first day this month, that the sun's been out since morning where I am. It it so summery bright and the sky's that blue. Makes you want to pull out the shorts and sandals except for the thought that the weather guys said the rains would continue till next year.
What else is happening on my end of the world.......

Let me kill you.
I was sitting in my class (it's called a lab) and this person walks to me. "Do you trust me?" They asked. Not missing a beat, I just said, I did. They pull their hands away from their body and there's Tobleron. That should be in capital letters!! Yesterday, I was telling someone, that I wanted Tobleron. And here it was, staring in my face. Then the person says, I want to kill you. Let me.
Kill me with what. Their niceness, so I see they are a different person.
Gosh, you've been in my class for three years and it's coming to the end of that and you are remembering to tie up a few strings? It's a case of a little too late.

My view right now
I can see my class mate, walking towards the lab. Laziness written all over his face, posture, walking style. Belly out- someone had a heavy lunch!!
Gotta go now, tease him about it.

been meaning to write here for over a day now
fristly nice to see boo has accepted to join the team ( we are finally doing something together )
the missunderstanding is sorted we are now making plans.
final sort my school issues.
man i am broke cant wait to get paid thursday but will hardly make a difference cause i have the money planed and alocated already .

sweets again
man last time i was make noise about the incentive that was beingpushed at work and turns out i won it but it still doesnt make me feel any better about it . bloddy sweeets at least i was a choclate multipack


is dmx a desparate housewife !!!!!!!!
well it may come as a surprise but i love the show desperate housewives ( not because of eva longoria <>) basicaly the second season was very well done it had nicely suited lessons in each episode

the one that really touched me was one in which the lesson was its posible for good people to do bad things and we have troble acepting that good and evil can coexist in the same being which brings me to dmx

i love the music and i dont particular like one artist or gerne but am more song particular any way theres this son by dmx call slippin and it like a narration but its a brilliant expression of these two people a respected rapper and a growning guy . it didnt really ocurr to me when i frist heard it but now its cystal we wear different hats and some good some bad some we have a choice others are thrown onto or heads but the bottom line is that its their our hearts .


BMW
be my wife
hehehe judi and i did the big g yeah we had another Google talk we chatted about some cars ideas palns but what stuck most was the cars i love the m3 but shes more m6 fair enough the m6 is brilliant but i love the m3 i just feel there more well built than future looking and future packed

Couldn't help laughing at this juxtaposition.
P's previous post is about left sides.
Kati me, my idea is Beyonce again!!!
The other stuff is pretty irrelevant, but the chic shouting the "ring the alarm" part, is just dope. Tight stuff!
Peace out!

About me.

I'm the other half of this blog.
I love cooking.
People interest me.
My favourite book is any Encyclopedia.
I have a guilt- filled passion for shoes.
I like burgers from Dominoes with bacon as extra topping.
I love Bon Apetit chips.
My favourite coffee shop is Java House in Nairobi and Cafe Pap in Kampala.
My favourite colour is red.
I don't support footie.
I love motorcyle racing.
The horror that has freaked me to this day is Amytivlle Massacre.
The one movie I could watch over and over again is Shawshank Redemption.
The one person I enjoy talking to over the phone is my dad. I like "hearing" him smile, through his words.
The one person who's texts brighten my day is, well, that's obvious!
I can read just about anything and get majorly interested.
Last night, I was talking with someone about sea sponges and later on to Sponge Bob Square Pants.
I have beautiful sisters!!! hahahahahaha, am laughing at that myself!!
I wear a narrow size 5 for a shoe. Chinese feet. haha!!
I've had the same outdated ashaming phone for three years because I simply love it.
I am sometimes called Njuti.(I don't know where that one came from, honestly)
I want to go have lunch now.
My favourite site's on sell now and I can't bail them out Shoes

man its been a terrible 24 ( not the series)

this musoga gets it confused
the first lady dropped a bomb but between me and her we worked it out dangerous but late last night i must have written 5 posts to drafts but i could publish them , i have trouble expressing my self , or getting others to understand me ( so i just became sarcastic ) any way this bagged me so much i could sleep till about 4 . and the bloodly alarm was going off at 7:45 was in no mood for work .

lets give this ugandan a sweet ( he wont notice the traffic cone while we rim him !!!) dont get me wrong but any one below middle management know they are being stuffed it part of the contract you signed . its been going on for a while but today it just touched a wrong nerve ,
i mean i work for you all day and all you can come up with for an incentive is a pack of sweets . anyone in Kampala parent know that thats what you get for getting a 4 , i make the company £120 and all i get is 5 pound worth of quality street which i don't like man that was a big traffic cone.

fine lets settle the beef
call wifey up cant really afford it but man but i dont want to be putting my stuff in the box to the left , to the left

<put conclusion here >

at least some one is having fun cause am sure feeling pain

hehehehe
in true Ugandan fashion got off on the wrong foot with some one but i am going to do my best to rectify the situation .
Judith aka Didi = girlfriend sweet heart sugar , honey ( she's every woman)
Mary = my cousin happens to live real close to me
Judith's 2= jims sister(Jim a friend from when i was wee high )


as for me i am just daddy's son and mummy boy not to mention a stunning musoga with 3 smashing sisters.