Well....most of us, if not all of us have heard about drunk texting. Or if you like, drunk dialing. Does that ring a bell?? Is there a time you had one too many to drink and you called or texted that one person that has been driving you crazy for the last three months? Now that...is drunk texting/dialing.
With alcohol in the system and active in the brain cells, one feels like he/she is super human and nothing...absolutely nothing in the race of humanity is grim.
Like one is fluctuating in the air and is therefore on top of every other little and insignificant figure down there.
Like one will be in the next Oscar nomination because he/she was busted in 'kaa rada' (the day such local content will be barred from my very concerned screen, i will be the happiest of them all) and asked to look at the camera, wave and say kaa rada. What in God's name is that?
As if that is not enough, like he/she owns the world and everything is in his/her very meticulous hands.
All this said and done, those moments are the opportunities to open up the fragile heart and pour those feelings and emotions that had been clogged by the numerous arteries and veins in the four chambered heart.
In that drunken and blissful state, one picks up the phone, stares at it for two minutes and then places it back to the table that is besmirched with alcohol and debris of a shattered brown bottle that was plunged by another friend who is tanked-up as well. All this, unnoticed. One takes the phone again and returns it to the table. This continues for a while until he/she finally resolves to go to menu, messages, create message...."i go to churc juzi n God of us told me to aaapproch u cz u r my one. Plz usikatae mimi. Nakupenda?!?"...send! I do not have any slim idea what this message is saying or what its supposed to mean, but a soul is expected to read and fathom that at two a.m in the morning.
And when sobering up happens and the reality hits, he/she looks at the text and apprehends what he/she had done the previous night. After laughing hysterically and feeling overwhelmingly injudicious, he/she sends another text..."forget i said anything, that was alcohol"
Dear darling, whoever with this perpetual habit, we know you mean everything you say when you are smashed. Using liquor as an excuse to your feelings galore is of no use.
However, i am prominently apprehensive about those who are not really under the influence but act like they are to get the attention of somebody and then use and dump. To such imprudent persons, Please note, we know genuine drunk texts!
This behavior nonetheless is gutless, if you want to say something to somebody, man-up and say it without thinking of what the response of the other party will be. It shows audacity and bravery which is actually a turn on!
Thursday, 6 March 2014
The disregarded bestfriend notion
People, mostly men, say that there is nothing like having a best friend from the opposite sex. That it is all a scam to be close to these people that we are in love with.
Well, I have a different...totally and completely different opinion about this notion because it is actually possible to have a best friend from the opposite sex.
Personally, I have my very own tremendous best friend! His name is Ken.
He is one aggravating person and he makes me want to suppress him to tough and hard state of affairs because of the acts that he commits or omits or the statements he makes.
He is also one cocky person...I always think its because he knows he is handsome....so handsome that he instinctively entice ladies to his side.
Ken sleeps, eats and wakes up ego. What I mean is that he is egocentric. He cannot call a girl who stood him up, he can actually flout somebody just because he/she declined to lend him a pencil when they were in the third grade, sometimes, he will never show a girl he cares and likes her if he is not sure of her feelings...he calls is safe act! His egocentric nature drives everybody crazy...including his father. However, I am very concerned that he recently said 'I am sorry'. I went into a comma for sometime, well...not literally. I had to severally confirm that he was the one who had actually sent that message. I called him and asked about it and he said he is trying out something called change and transformation. I am still looking forward to see and experience the outcome, most probably in the next world. That is how impossible it is.
Did I mention that he eats a lot? I guess not. I pity every mammoth bowl of enchanting and fragrant nourishment that he decides to dig into because he will do it mercilessly and chomp it seriously.
Notwithstanding all these things, I love my best friend to death because he is the only person who comprehends me better than anybody else, sometimes even better than my own self.
He is comical and always cracks me up even when I want to lock myself up in a dusky and dingy room and cry myself silly because I feel overwhelmed by the adversities of this life.
Ken protects me. I feel safe when I am with him. No, he does not have a six pack, in fact, he has a vast belly that looks like my grandmother's begrimed kitchen pot (apparently he says the tummy is prestigious...I hope and pray that one day somebody will be able to convince him otherwise) nor does he have massive biceps but I know that no matter what, he will always protect me both physically and emotionally.
My best friend is always blunt with me. He tells me the make up that may make people laugh at me instead of laughing with me, the clothes that make me look like a 40 year old and the boyfriend who is a looser and a complete waste of my time.
I will never get done and over with the marvelous and beautiful things that my best friend is to me, all I know is that he will always be my rising shine and the bacon bite in the salad bowl of my life because he completes me. Totally. Now, I do not sleep with my best friend, we just have this relationship that is just out of this world because of its extra-ordinary nature!
And to you men who are exultant that your lady does not have such kind of person in her life, whom you think is crappy and nuisance to your relationship, I am emphatically sorry to disillusion you because every girl has that one friend that they want to talk to and be chatty with when they want to get away from the realities of life. They just do not call them best friends because it will raise eyebrows and their partners will start raising unnecessary concerns and petty insecurity issues. To the men fraternity, you are welcome, i gave you that piece of information without a penny in exchange because I like an environment that does not have any clandestine.
Well, I have a different...totally and completely different opinion about this notion because it is actually possible to have a best friend from the opposite sex.
Personally, I have my very own tremendous best friend! His name is Ken.
He is one aggravating person and he makes me want to suppress him to tough and hard state of affairs because of the acts that he commits or omits or the statements he makes.
He is also one cocky person...I always think its because he knows he is handsome....so handsome that he instinctively entice ladies to his side.
Ken sleeps, eats and wakes up ego. What I mean is that he is egocentric. He cannot call a girl who stood him up, he can actually flout somebody just because he/she declined to lend him a pencil when they were in the third grade, sometimes, he will never show a girl he cares and likes her if he is not sure of her feelings...he calls is safe act! His egocentric nature drives everybody crazy...including his father. However, I am very concerned that he recently said 'I am sorry'. I went into a comma for sometime, well...not literally. I had to severally confirm that he was the one who had actually sent that message. I called him and asked about it and he said he is trying out something called change and transformation. I am still looking forward to see and experience the outcome, most probably in the next world. That is how impossible it is.
Did I mention that he eats a lot? I guess not. I pity every mammoth bowl of enchanting and fragrant nourishment that he decides to dig into because he will do it mercilessly and chomp it seriously.
Notwithstanding all these things, I love my best friend to death because he is the only person who comprehends me better than anybody else, sometimes even better than my own self.
He is comical and always cracks me up even when I want to lock myself up in a dusky and dingy room and cry myself silly because I feel overwhelmed by the adversities of this life.
Ken protects me. I feel safe when I am with him. No, he does not have a six pack, in fact, he has a vast belly that looks like my grandmother's begrimed kitchen pot (apparently he says the tummy is prestigious...I hope and pray that one day somebody will be able to convince him otherwise) nor does he have massive biceps but I know that no matter what, he will always protect me both physically and emotionally.
My best friend is always blunt with me. He tells me the make up that may make people laugh at me instead of laughing with me, the clothes that make me look like a 40 year old and the boyfriend who is a looser and a complete waste of my time.
I will never get done and over with the marvelous and beautiful things that my best friend is to me, all I know is that he will always be my rising shine and the bacon bite in the salad bowl of my life because he completes me. Totally. Now, I do not sleep with my best friend, we just have this relationship that is just out of this world because of its extra-ordinary nature!
And to you men who are exultant that your lady does not have such kind of person in her life, whom you think is crappy and nuisance to your relationship, I am emphatically sorry to disillusion you because every girl has that one friend that they want to talk to and be chatty with when they want to get away from the realities of life. They just do not call them best friends because it will raise eyebrows and their partners will start raising unnecessary concerns and petty insecurity issues. To the men fraternity, you are welcome, i gave you that piece of information without a penny in exchange because I like an environment that does not have any clandestine.
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
A mothers' love
Sometimes mothers make us feel like screaming or even strangling the nearest fluffy cat to death because of all the do's and don't s they impose in our supposed picture-perfect lives. They just show up and ruin everything...they sojourn us from attending the very concert that is going to be graced with the presence of spectacular celebrities like Akon and Cecile.
They choose to ignore the fact that we are grown ups and instead, insist to meet the people we are dating, only for them to end up asking the 'love of our lives' (its amazing how we feel we are dating 'The One' every other time we are in a relationship) numerous questions that leave them embarrassed and we get embarrassed in the process too. Seriously, no one needs to know what they got in their K.C.S.E or what the parents are doing or better yet, whether she/he is doing certificate in management or worse, certificate in nutrition...we overlooked that and fell in love with them anyway.
As if that is not enough, they cut down our allowances just because we made a miniature gaffe (well...we just sneaked out of the house and left pillows in the bed to attend our best friend's birthday party, at least we did not kill that one person we would have shot ages ago or better yet, kill our very annoying siblings)
They make us go to the enormous study room that is filled with voluminous books which are bought and read only by the man of the house or that one geeky sibling that seldomly misses in a family and the sight of those books only turns our stomachs upside down. Mothers vehemently take us to that dreadful room so that we can study for the end of semester exam. To all mothers, its a university, not high school, and this job subscription that you willingly signed to yourselves, was done the moment we stepped out of that high school gate several years ago. For now, just let us be.
On top of that, they make us wash the dishes, clean the house, wash the clothes, take care of the neighbor's baby because the neighbor who most of the time we dislike by the way, is a member of her church and is the secretary of the women's guide group and so many other things.
The list of what mothers do and get us feeling like the world is spinning at a speed faster than that of lighting is infinite but above all this occurrences of life, we RESPECT them a lot.
Despite all that, the tear glands in our eyes contentedly perform their duty and we cry profusely every time something bad and ruthless happens to them.
We want to sleep by their side in the hospital bed when they are admitted because they are too sick to move. We frown with them because we feel the same pain they are feeling.
We also want to skin our fathers' alive when they dare to raise their voices at them. It does not matter what they have done, but every time they are engaged in an argument with their husbands', it must be the man on the wrong.
We want to share our greatest achievements in our lives with these astounding women and laugh with them at every opportunity. And when the world is crumbling right down upon us, they are the first people we rush to because they always have the right words to lift us up and make us feel alive again. We feel safest by their side since we know there is nobody...absolutely nobody in this universe who loves us as much as they do! We know they do all these infuriating things because they love us....call it TOUGH LOVE!
And we acknowledge the fact that we love our remarkable mothers' with every ounce of our blood no matter how many times we throw tantrums and scream at them because apparently we are stupidly mad.
They choose to ignore the fact that we are grown ups and instead, insist to meet the people we are dating, only for them to end up asking the 'love of our lives' (its amazing how we feel we are dating 'The One' every other time we are in a relationship) numerous questions that leave them embarrassed and we get embarrassed in the process too. Seriously, no one needs to know what they got in their K.C.S.E or what the parents are doing or better yet, whether she/he is doing certificate in management or worse, certificate in nutrition...we overlooked that and fell in love with them anyway.
As if that is not enough, they cut down our allowances just because we made a miniature gaffe (well...we just sneaked out of the house and left pillows in the bed to attend our best friend's birthday party, at least we did not kill that one person we would have shot ages ago or better yet, kill our very annoying siblings)
They make us go to the enormous study room that is filled with voluminous books which are bought and read only by the man of the house or that one geeky sibling that seldomly misses in a family and the sight of those books only turns our stomachs upside down. Mothers vehemently take us to that dreadful room so that we can study for the end of semester exam. To all mothers, its a university, not high school, and this job subscription that you willingly signed to yourselves, was done the moment we stepped out of that high school gate several years ago. For now, just let us be.
On top of that, they make us wash the dishes, clean the house, wash the clothes, take care of the neighbor's baby because the neighbor who most of the time we dislike by the way, is a member of her church and is the secretary of the women's guide group and so many other things.
The list of what mothers do and get us feeling like the world is spinning at a speed faster than that of lighting is infinite but above all this occurrences of life, we RESPECT them a lot.
Despite all that, the tear glands in our eyes contentedly perform their duty and we cry profusely every time something bad and ruthless happens to them.
We want to sleep by their side in the hospital bed when they are admitted because they are too sick to move. We frown with them because we feel the same pain they are feeling.
We also want to skin our fathers' alive when they dare to raise their voices at them. It does not matter what they have done, but every time they are engaged in an argument with their husbands', it must be the man on the wrong.
We want to share our greatest achievements in our lives with these astounding women and laugh with them at every opportunity. And when the world is crumbling right down upon us, they are the first people we rush to because they always have the right words to lift us up and make us feel alive again. We feel safest by their side since we know there is nobody...absolutely nobody in this universe who loves us as much as they do! We know they do all these infuriating things because they love us....call it TOUGH LOVE!
And we acknowledge the fact that we love our remarkable mothers' with every ounce of our blood no matter how many times we throw tantrums and scream at them because apparently we are stupidly mad.
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