We all know them.
Said them so many times they seem to have lost meaning.
They're everywhere, in soppy movies, weepy novels, even horrors.
And yet...
They can still mean so much, SAY so much.
Like when drunken of a Saturday night she called and I couldn't hold them in.
The raptorous joy that flooded me when I uttered those THREE words.
Unbelievable.
I think part of it was because I'd been holding back so long, afraid the magic would fade away, vanish as I spoke.
That they would sound empty and lifeless.
Yet as I spoke them they rang true through the very core of my being.
And now I need not say them again.
I do not want them to become a cliche.
Today on the phone.
I am still well capable of being an absolute buffoon.
Pole.
And er...
I LOVE YOU
"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter
how improbable, must be the truth."
Sherlock Holmes
Monday, February 28, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Mbathinday...
Good morrow dear 'netizens!
My cup runneth over today, I'm a happy fellow.
Considering that I woke up drunk and unable to walk this is quite a feat.
>>DA BREAKDOWN
Wednesday nights we play floodlit beach-volleyball at a place called 'The Shack' here in Lilongwe.
Crazy fun and a perfect excuse to down some beers in the middle of the week.
Now yesterday we didn't have a game slotted and we set to with gusto on the cold beers.
Then one team was a no-show and we decided to play a friendly to cheer up the team that DID turn up.
No warmups just right into the breach.
Bad idea.
Still we did win and it was spontaneous fun, the best kind.
Then we went dancing coz my dear Lisa called me and someone overheard me mention the word Birthday.
And we drank.
I still don't know what time I got home.
All I remember is my househelp calling out that the 'schoolbus' (that takes me to work) was waiting outside.
I let them leave me and proceeded to thread together what lucid thoughts I could to get my black behind to work!
So I get out of bed and realise I've been shot in the knee.
Yup.
A bullet through the meniscus surrounding my cruciate ligaments.
(Lisa will inform you that I'm a lay medical-geek, very irritating at times. It all stems from me developing a pathological crush on my high-school biology teacher).
But I digress.
No really, nimepigwa risasi kwenye goti langu la kulia.
Siwezi kutembea.
Yeah right.
Apparently I decided to be a star in volleyball and one particular dive (I remember it well) did me in.
However, as is the norm when drinking, the pain only hits you the next morning.
Doesn't help either that I went dancing unaware of my predicament.
Youch!
<<< DATS IT
So despite all the wrongs I'm ecstatically happy!
Perhaps I'm still high.
But...
It's a beautiful day here, clear sunny weather, puffy white clouds that I glimpse whimsily at through the shatterproof glass in my little IT cubicle.
A real drag of a meeting that I was supposed to go to today got cancelled!
Lisa sent me two cards, I love this woman.
-Allow me an outre
I'm playing Black & White on my PC right now. I know 2 is out but I just had to revisit the original coz it's such a ground breaking concept for a game and these guys really put their hearts and souls into developing it.
For the technologically challenged Black & White is a game from 2001 that revolves around the premise of you being a god.
Now depending on your actions throughout the game, you either become an evil god or a good one.
Your presence is an unearthly hand that directs matters on your 'world'.
Ah dammit, I'm no game reviewer, Google it!
-Tanks for de outre mon
So she sends me a silly card and a very beautiful one.
She scintillates radiantly this wonderful coin of mine... playful yet so deep I cannot plumb her depth.
And verbatim the words that banished all unhappy thoughts:
"Happy Birthday. May all the love you put out, come back to you in abundance. May this year, be one of joy and laughter and growth.
Love"
Jijazie mapengo hapo.
Oh she's a smooth one this wanda_wuman of mine, she kneads me like dough.
Notice the name of this post? Ask any Kamba and they'll tell you that Mbathi means songs.
Yes my Mum is a Kamba and I sprakenz the language.
So my birthday is a day of songs... New Edition, Boyz II Men, Aaliyah all good stuff from the golden era of the 90's...
It's good to be alive, to love and be loved, to exist.
Thank you Lord for giving me this day, this life, these people.
I'm glad I was born
My cup runneth over today, I'm a happy fellow.
Considering that I woke up drunk and unable to walk this is quite a feat.
>>DA BREAKDOWN
Wednesday nights we play floodlit beach-volleyball at a place called 'The Shack' here in Lilongwe.
Crazy fun and a perfect excuse to down some beers in the middle of the week.
Now yesterday we didn't have a game slotted and we set to with gusto on the cold beers.
Then one team was a no-show and we decided to play a friendly to cheer up the team that DID turn up.
No warmups just right into the breach.
Bad idea.
Still we did win and it was spontaneous fun, the best kind.
Then we went dancing coz my dear Lisa called me and someone overheard me mention the word Birthday.
And we drank.
I still don't know what time I got home.
All I remember is my househelp calling out that the 'schoolbus' (that takes me to work) was waiting outside.
I let them leave me and proceeded to thread together what lucid thoughts I could to get my black behind to work!
So I get out of bed and realise I've been shot in the knee.
Yup.
A bullet through the meniscus surrounding my cruciate ligaments.
(Lisa will inform you that I'm a lay medical-geek, very irritating at times. It all stems from me developing a pathological crush on my high-school biology teacher).
But I digress.
No really, nimepigwa risasi kwenye goti langu la kulia.
Siwezi kutembea.
Yeah right.
Apparently I decided to be a star in volleyball and one particular dive (I remember it well) did me in.
However, as is the norm when drinking, the pain only hits you the next morning.
Doesn't help either that I went dancing unaware of my predicament.
Youch!
<<< DATS IT
So despite all the wrongs I'm ecstatically happy!
Perhaps I'm still high.
But...
It's a beautiful day here, clear sunny weather, puffy white clouds that I glimpse whimsily at through the shatterproof glass in my little IT cubicle.
A real drag of a meeting that I was supposed to go to today got cancelled!
Lisa sent me two cards, I love this woman.
-Allow me an outre
I'm playing Black & White on my PC right now. I know 2 is out but I just had to revisit the original coz it's such a ground breaking concept for a game and these guys really put their hearts and souls into developing it.
For the technologically challenged Black & White is a game from 2001 that revolves around the premise of you being a god.
Now depending on your actions throughout the game, you either become an evil god or a good one.
Your presence is an unearthly hand that directs matters on your 'world'.
Ah dammit, I'm no game reviewer, Google it!
-Tanks for de outre mon
So she sends me a silly card and a very beautiful one.
She scintillates radiantly this wonderful coin of mine... playful yet so deep I cannot plumb her depth.
And verbatim the words that banished all unhappy thoughts:
"Happy Birthday. May all the love you put out, come back to you in abundance. May this year, be one of joy and laughter and growth.
Love"
Jijazie mapengo hapo.
Oh she's a smooth one this wanda_wuman of mine, she kneads me like dough.
Notice the name of this post? Ask any Kamba and they'll tell you that Mbathi means songs.
Yes my Mum is a Kamba and I sprakenz the language.
So my birthday is a day of songs... New Edition, Boyz II Men, Aaliyah all good stuff from the golden era of the 90's...
It's good to be alive, to love and be loved, to exist.
Thank you Lord for giving me this day, this life, these people.
I'm glad I was born
Monday, February 14, 2005
On This Day...
My last bastion against blogging was blasted to bits.
She did it.
I read her blog and I was with her.
I felt her every nuance through the words that she had written.
I knew that she had created a piece of herself, preserved for posterity.
I can't beat her at this, I'll join her, she's the one person who I don't mind losing to, her every victory I share as my own.
Call her Lisa, she reminds me of Bart's sister.
The 14th of February, I lie stricken.
Cupid's arrow through my heart.
When you read this, know this.
You fulfill me in myriad ways.
I am because you are, for you, I will be.
She did it.
I read her blog and I was with her.
I felt her every nuance through the words that she had written.
I knew that she had created a piece of herself, preserved for posterity.
I can't beat her at this, I'll join her, she's the one person who I don't mind losing to, her every victory I share as my own.
Call her Lisa, she reminds me of Bart's sister.
The 14th of February, I lie stricken.
Cupid's arrow through my heart.
When you read this, know this.
You fulfill me in myriad ways.
I am because you are, for you, I will be.
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