k_raw

things that decorate my life

k_raw — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 11:19:00 GMT

Dimpled smiles and sparkling eyes

to keep the light in and the darkness out

Sticky fingers and my niece´s sloppy kisses

to keep me happy and lift my spirits

Cheeky remarks and my nephews hugs

to keep me on my toes and always glad

Crazy nights with my sisters and even crazier fights

to keep me strong and build up my spririt

Sick humour and my brothers' protection

to keep me smiling and always feel safe

Music, books and writting

to keep me entertained, always discovering always learning

Africa, uganda, my home

to keep me diverse, rooted and to know I always belong

Closeness, strong bonds, my family and my friends

to keep me humble and always connected

Outreageousness and freespirited nature My Mum and her whole existence

too keep me knowing I can do anything and am loved

Stories laughter my dad and his whole existence

to keep me grounded and proud and loved

These a the things that decorate my life

This is how I choose to decorate my life

The sacrifice

k_raw — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:52:00 GMT

A line was drawn in the dust and I was expected to crossover

I looked at the dust so red as if the creator had made it just to taunt me

Or maybe to give me courage

I wondered and marvelled at its redness

Thinking, would my blood be just as red or would my blood mix with the dust

and make it even redder?

A shiver went through me as I looked up

The focus and hypnotisation from the red earth broken

It was just me the line and the path in front of me

I am scared but I can’t be, I mean a woman has to be strong

and I am a woman aren’t I ?

Besides this is my choice isn’t it ? I choose freely?.

I smile, choice, what is choice?

You are given alternatives cross the line walk the path or walk back

But can you really walk back?

The alternative is only their because no one is expected to walk back

no one ever has.

The path behind once walked if you turned back

you would find that it is littered with broken glass and hot coals all at once

so really all you can do is walk forward

The smile fooled them, they think I am brave so a cheer goes up

So I walk forward cross the line thinking

the choice was made for me the day the old woman threw down the shells

and predicted, a girl more trouble than treasure

I don’t cry out I don’t even flinch

Am thinking about the red earth and red blood

And in those final moments

When the earth is thirstily drinking up my blood

It’s like my eyes are playing tricks on me

It’s like the red earth does becomes redder with every drip

And then I get it, I know the secret of this journey.

And I wish I could share it with those who will come after me but this is my path, my journey and the ones that follow me will have to find out for themselves

Ahhh this path that I’ve chosen that was in fact chosen for me

Bittersweet to the end.

why when I finally understand the point of it all

It doesn’t really matter coz my part in this journey is done.

Italy...fell in Love with assisi

k_raw — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 20:45:00 GMT

Ive been so busy since i got back with all the stuff i had to fix for skol that i havent even had the tyme to post any good picture but i still gotta let pple know what my trip was like

Well the trip was hectic hot fun alot of prayin man i have never prayed so much in my whole life like i did during this trip ...first impression of Rome was not good as soon as we arrived in Rome it didnt blow me away and the fact that we had to wait a long tyme in the Termini for our train to Assisi didnt improve matters....but once we got to Assisi I was blow away ...this place is like taken of a post card its way tooo beautiful for words ive already picked out my house for when am old and grey

We were in Assisi for the European youth Franciscan meeting which lasted a whole week and needless to say it was attended by young people from all over europe. We had tours thru the town of Assisi and were taken thru all the different places that shapes the life and faith of saint Francis and St Clare .....this mean alot of walking hiking to get to his sanctuary that was high in the mountains......alot of sweating because it was so so so hot.....

Once the meeting was over we then headed to Rome and this was more for our pleasure than an arranged thing so we could basically go round Rome and look at watever took our fancy but we did manage to see loads of churches go to the Vatican (we even had our own private mass in one of the chaples at st Peters) that cathedral is huge......it seemed that all these churches are like huge graves everywhere u went someones remains were burried ....

We visited the graves of the popes and you could see that people still havent got over pope john paul pple were kneeling at his grave and some even crying it was really sureal.....we climbed up the cupola thats that top of St peters and yes even lazy me climbed all the 500 something stairs ....the thing is u paid 5 euros to torture urself and climb 500 stairs or 7 euros to use the elevator which only took u half way and after u had used it u still had 320 staird left to climb......anyway i climed all 500 stairs and it was hard and sweaty but so worth it...the only problem was coming down ma knees cldnt stop shaking for a long tyme....

what else mmmm yepp we did the coluseum....the ruins of old rome the spanish stairs that fountain all the turisty stuff....all in all it was a fun trip

now the bad side of the trip it was hot and sweaty ,,,,by the tyme i got back to sweden i was dark as hell but its all good wish I was always that shade (wonder if I tan I wld get that effect mmm???? ive been informed i look good well black hahahaha) .....more on the bad stuff the food i was so disappointed the pizza was crap had to eat alot of pasta and everything had oliv oil in it blllahhhhh ....the fact that all tv programs a dubed into Italian was also annoying and why or why cant they speak english not even a little bit and even when u gesture that u dont understand wat they r saying they still insist on talkin a mile a minute in Italian???

ok I wont hate cld write more about the whole trip but ive bored u enuff already

gotta mention this while in Rome we visited the Holy stairs and these are believed to be the stairs that Jesus walked down when he was on trial (they were brought over to rome will find the name of the church for anyone interested) and it was belived that on some parts of this stair his blood dropped anyway pple were kneeling down and praying and i wanted to go as well touch the stairs u know wat they say (amaso gabaganda gali mungalo) i changed my mind quick when i found out that the only way to get up these stairs was on ur knees i gave up u had to say a different prayer on every step and believe me the stairs was packed but ur progress up dependen on how quick the person infront of u was and some pple were saying some lenghty prayers so that wld leave u kneeling for a while and by the tyme u got to the top ur knees had had it...well at this point in my faith i havent got to that point dont think i ever will hhahaha it was abit annoying to see pple doing stuff just for show i mean some people realy had reasons for being there pple who cme purposely to pray there but if i didnt know about the stairs untill a few secs ago why wld i be compelled to climb them on ma knees while pretending to pray ...

those who are interested in seeing pics from the francican meeting check out www.assisi2007.org

NB those of you who are not catholics Fransicans are catholics monks that were founded by St Francis and Assisi was his home town.They are also know as Frairs. (the monks that are usually shown in films wearing those brown robes)

Kraw is back...for today

k_raw — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 23:10:00 GMT

well havent been bloggin coz ive been working ....guess i cld blog at night like am doing now but guess wat no internet......so how am I doin it now...well wirelss internet.......confused let me enlighten u ....my land lord is cheap they refuse to connect us to the city net where internet is cheap so if u want internet in ma building u gotta hook up a modem and a whole bunch of crap....my building is part student apt part student dorm...the dorm catered mainly to xchange students and half dem pple were spanish man cld those pple party..then came the africans and they also decided that if they had a house party they had to invite the whole afro community and the party had to last till nxt morning needless to say landlord was not pleased and proceded to lock the common room which the spanish students then proceded in breaking open...so landlord finally had enuf and evicted all the dorm students the only pple left in ma building are us apartment student (read swedish) hpw is that connected to ma internet issue well the xchange students had hooked up a wireless internet thing and we all pulled resources and paid but once they got canned they took with them the router leavin me internetless.....anyway now ive found a new service thats cheap and requires no router or modem all i gotta do is pay and am hooked up just like that simple ......as for the house man its way quiet in ma building am beginig to think am the only one left in the whole building the other apartment pple r probably away on hols havent seen a single soul in da building for like a whole month imagine that...but in a way its cool them xchange students were to wild an too dirty now the building is quiet and smells better....imagine when they found out they had to move they striked in the form of not taking out the trash so outside our laundry room u found the hugest pile of trash and it stayed there till they moved and the landlord had it moved now i hear all the dorm rooms are gonna be turned into student apartments so we will see if that is gonna happen

goodnite all gotta work tomorrow any mistakes in da txt read btwn the lines cant bother to check

Under an African Sky (and an xplanation as to where i have been hidin)

k_raw — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 13:57:00 GMT

so am no major poet but ive been at it since i was a kid some of the stuff from way back when makes me laugh ..coz i thought i was the isshhhh now days well when am in a good mood bad mood silly mood crazy mood moody mood and all the other moods a person can be in i write...watever catches ma fancy but i keep it all in a big box under ma bed (xcept a few that i put up on webpages and such)......some of it is good some is crap .....its all over the place but i think am gonna just try and collect it all on this page when i have the tyme as for now well this will have to do ........those wondering wat happened to K-raw just know she has been working ...working hard until she the end of the month when she opened her paycheck and realised that the pay sucks and all the money is already spent even before it hits the acc so i gotta work even harder coz Italy wont be free and am leaving on the 6th ...I promised u pictures and pictures u will get......till then i will soooooo bore u with ma long wierd poetry...

PUSS OCH KRAM TILL ER ALLA (kiss and hugs to all u guys)

______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-

Under an african sky

Walks a boy who grew into a man

And a girl who grew into a woman

Dark as the same sky at night.

They walked under the same sky, led opposite lives oblivious of one another

yet connected by the watchful eyes in the sky.

The sky worked its magic pulling them together.

They learned of each other

they danced in the moonlight

romanced under starlight

worked under daylight,

until one day they made love

on a bed of grass greener than green

covered by a blanket of the dark night sky.

The sky witnessed the union, was priest at the wedding

and sealed it with a blessing of rain.

It watched as they struggled to make a nest for themselves,

their babies were born under this sky,

grew up and became people in their own right.

While the two, they grew old and grey

they still walked and held hands when the moon was full

and they still did dance under the moonlight,

still looked at each other and saw what they first saw in each other

under the starlight.

Then one day they lay down

side by side never to leave each others side

looking up at their constant companion through this journey

laid to rest under the same African sky.

Taking a minute out...the last single in couple town

k_raw — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 15:08:00 GMT

All this last minute work been so busy havent even had tyme for my favorite passtime ugpulse and ma blog....but now i have done the last of my exams sent in the last of my course work but one now all i have to do is sit down and wait for my results ....ok not sit down am starting my summer job next week monday and am going to be working all thru to august and then guess wat pleasure pleasure pleasure am going to catholics mecca...am going to italy............... gonna spend a few days in Rome but will tell u more about that once and when we get closer to that just cant wait

right now am sittin in ma room on one of the hottest days so far this summer been out walkin but man it was too hot and am a shade darker than when i went out but its all good ma skin needs it .....cldnt help feelin for all these bazungus ...was walkin thru some park and man the number of near naked pple just chilling in the sun u wld think it was a beach or somethin..... but no just a nice park where pple over the years have decided that on the hottest days they should wear just thier bikinis and just go lay in the sun over there

now to the point that has been buggin me..... while I was busy doing god knows what i didnt notice how pple were hookin up left and right..... this town has become hookup town needless to say all the pple least likely to date are dating and interdating .....just woke up and realised that am the last single in ma little clique and man that aint kosher,,,,,was at ma friends place recently some dinner thing /food was excellent that Srilankan babe can cook) and man was I feeling a little hanged out ..................seemed like everyone was there with someone and now pple r lookin at me like am the mad one coz am not dating and wats worse suggesting who i wld make a good couple with like i cant find ma won guy or like i told them i was looking LOL

pple think am gonna put out posters advertising my availability it wont do me being the last single in coupletown

A weekend in London....bumba almost gets me in trouble

k_raw — Tue, 01 May 2007 10:09:00 GMT

well its been a while but life ahs been hectic....jst got back from London had tooo much fun over there now am back in swed and still not recovered not to mention am in one major funk...(depressed as hell) but no tyme to dwell on all that have too much work to catch up on

so back to the london trip wat was done ???? mmmmm spent alot of money went shoppin...went out met up with some peeps...and finalised it all with some major house party that went on till early morning and we had to like get on a train to the airport that same morning all hangover and tired .................am realising am not as young as i used to be hehehehe that trip was hectic.

Ahhh now at the airport all this new security stuff wat a pain....anyway i had packed only clothes in my hand languague just to avoid all that but i forgot one thing so in the end ma little bag had to be unpacked and guess wat was the issue ma BUMBA....hehehe the poor woman unpackin ma back brings this big stone out and am like oh thats ma clay she didnt even blink twice like pple just carrry around clay all the time...in the end i got to keep ma bumba after they had checked it ut with some very serious looking equipment...the lady helped me pack ma little bag up and even had to tyme to comment on ma good packin skillz...so we moved on to the next place were we had to take of our shoes .....that went quick and then duty free ´....more money left there and then we were off ...damn I love travelling if anyone out there has a job for me that involves me just traveling around the world and doing next to nothing yet still getting paid Call me.

SUnday In School oHHH this procasination

k_raw — Sun, 15 Apr 2007 18:33:00 GMT

I mean to be better but i nevr do....am always making plans of how good am gonna be on the next course how hard am going to study but nope .....so here I am sunday and am on campo writting a paper we have a presentaion next week in marketing and well am here on Ugpulse coz ma mind has slowed down and ai need to chill

so far the weekend has been good ma lill sis is here visitng and she gonna be with me for two weeks so ive been showing her the town.....the weather si so nice we have all taken out our skirts and shorts and shirked the big winter jackets...even urs truly is doin a dress every now and then....yesterday we has a barbeque way tooo much food will try and post some pics of that.......this nice weather is bad it makes pple crazy all round down all u see r couples couples couples holding hands and the rest of us singles are left thinkin please NO PDA get a room please....so anyway ive been single way too long thing to do for the summer get me a Bf coz pple r begining to wonder hahahahahah ok break over will be back later.

puss och kram

the week that was.....Easter bored the hell out of me missed out on ma mamas food

k_raw — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 19:57:00 GMT

last week was easter and like a fool i didnt plan anything...all ma other usless brothers and sisters sold me out and went home for easter ....and ma friends all decided to disappear so it was just me and Bea man our building was quiet......called home and ma mum was cooking up a storm and i missed it.....me and ma crazy siblings have just discovered that it dont matter how mucl older we get as soon as we walk into ma paros place we regress and act like we did when we were younger and we all lived at home......guess its tru wat they say u are always ur parents baby .........

so was so bored deciced to do a film marathon

went thru 300 ....good fighting scenes

then watched x men 3 love the special effecst

then watched bridge to tarebithia...read this book as a kid and decided the film wld be worth it only i had forgotten how sad the book was and well the film was good but still sad

decided to watch a bollywood one next .....am crazy about these films and openly in love with Sharukhan hehhehe yepp and am not ashamed ,,,,,i mean this guy has been my all time favo bollywood actor there is just something about him mmm must be the crying...decided to watch an old film Kuch kuch hota hai man....after three hours of this film cld take more movie so i called it a night

sunday church nice service ....then home and more films

Did he just call me fat...why am hating on african guys in ma Uni

k_raw — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 18:31:00 GMT

Man this isnt gonna make it to the weekly update need to get it outta ma system asap

am so tired of all these African guys ( exchange students mainly from west african) in my uni thinking that they can talk to you any how and then if u say something back they start goin on and on about you coming to Europe and acting like a white….am like wat kind of crap is that…..

Anyway today am minding my own bizness and this guy whom I know….barely..we have only had like one or two conversations which consisted of him hitting on me and me politely declining anyway that was a year ago..... me and him haven’t exchanged any more than two wordssince then and today we are hanging round the halls when he walks up ......everyone says hellos small talk and as soon as we r all leaving he calls me back like he had something urgent he gotta say everyone walks off and I walk back to see what he wants to say and this is what was urgent …… ” Carol I think now you are getting to fat.” (read with thick west african accent) Ma jaw drops …am not a skinny gal never have been am chubby Dah..... I am not one of those weight watchers I don’t diet I eat what I want…am lazy so I hardly work out but I have ma limits and I know I look good (yeah *** I do) and yeah I have put on some weight (mind u hips and ass) but this is all besides the point if anyone of ma friends had told me this well and good (ma friends are brutally honest if it needs to be said they will say it)

what bugged me was that this guy whom I hardly know who knows jack *** about me is announcing to me that am getting too fat and then looking at me waiting for something all I was thinking was no he didn’t and later what is he waiting for? applause an explanation ? shall we discuss me fatness ? what ? It was amusing in a way …..in the end all I said was uhhhmmm ok and I started to walk away and he was like no no blah blah bla and he is still going on about it I just said well that’s life and walked on

Later I got a phone call and he is apologising saying he didn’t mean it to be an insult or he didn’t say it to hurt me and am like u know wat no big deal its nuffin and that was that

I wasn’t pissed or anything……. am not about to go bulimic or anorexic am just wondering where he gates the nerve to talk to me like he knows me ….

And this is not the first time another time this African guy also came up to me same situation we don’t really know each other just hi and bye he comes up after we haven’t seen each other for a while and he goes u look better…..am thinking in ma head better than what ????? He goes on u look better ur not as big as before (well i was kinda laughnin in ma head coz i had just gained like 5 kilos over the hols )and he looks happy I guess in his mind that was a compliment I just went away laughing and to this day every time I see him I smile to ma self

This is not ma only issue with them …ma uni has limited number of African chics so the take it upon themselves to hit on every single one if one refuses they move to the next one until they have been thru the rounds ….and the assumption that u turn them down coz u want a white guy not due to their poor courting methods and they always justify it by sayin in Africa u wldnt act like that and am thinking wat Africa in Uganda were I come from if a guy I don’t know approached me and wanted to come visit me at ma house that wld be out of the question......so why shld i invite u to ma house or even worse they just sho up at ur door and u shld just be welcoming like wat am i supposed to say yes to everyone how cheap am i supposed to be…..and the assumption that you will have to cook for them several pple keep asking me "wat r u cooking today ?" followed by "I was thinking I cld visit u and u cld cook for me" am always wondering are they for real I usually make a joke of it that I don’t cook ( I can cook and am pretty good at it ask anyone) i just wanna avoid the debatt of wat will you do when u get married and ur kids blahh blaah blaahhh apparently all women aspire to marry and cook for their men and have kids ahhhhhhh

Am just ranting and raving need to get it all outta ma system much as I wanna hate there are some good guys in the bunch and they shldnt take the heat for a few morons

ps now i gotta post a picture of ma self so pple dont think am some fatty boom boom hahahaha

The week that was

k_raw — Mon, 02 Apr 2007 20:55:00 GMT

studyin all week or pretending to be.....had a presentation thursday, think it went well, will have to wait until the results come out,,,,

friday had an exam think i aced that NOT......

saturday decided that we needed to shake things up...first we decided we had to barbeque ......simple if u think about it but me and ma friend never do simple things....we decided we needed to barbeque at ma friends new apartment..... she lives on the top floor and u r not allowed to barbeque from ur balcony with a charcoal grill .....first things first we didnt even have a chacoal grill (most of us live in student apartmensts and someone always has a grill u can borrow and this friend doesnt live in a student apartment)....so we set off to buy a new grill ofcourse the electric grills we finished so we bought a charcoal one and in true snob form we opted for the advanced one coz it looked impressive on da pic .....when we get home we take it out of the box and the damn thing has like thousands of small parts mbu we have to assemble it ....man it took the longest part of an hour but we did it and lit it and started with the chicken.....(chicken being the main ingredience coz well half the pple comin a moslems that rules out the pork and some dont eat meat .....too compicated so we opted for chicken) we over did it with the snacks as well thinkin that pple may starve waitin for the BBQ NOt.....the neigbour starts bitchin about the smoke gettin in his house we ignore him.......ma friend is from Srilanka and this gal kan spice you a chicken mmmmmm..... drinks were flowin me was tossin down ma regular vodka lime and sprite like there was no tomorrow (bear with me hadnt drunk since ma BD which was at the begining of feb hehehe) .....anyway chicken was eaten drink was drunk time to get down to the club pub watever we have only one car and well we did it in shifts (its only like 5 minutes to town) first we were goin to the student pub ( we have a pub and club and after exams its always packed) only problem was we had some pple who dont attend our uni so we gotta get them in as guests and well just our luck this night they were only takin in 200 guests and by the tyme we got there that quota was already filled so we decide to head on to town and go to the usual place ,,,,,,only its saturday which is snob nite at that place bad music bad crowd and u pay thru the teeth we pay go in and only stayed for one hour it was just to boring we decided to call it a nite went home and hit ma bed .....sunday 11 00 church matabi (palm sunday) nice sermon home again at 1210 hit bed and slept off ma hangover......the perfect blend of life....Work Play God and Sleep........It was a nice week

ps screening ma calls keep gettin fon calls from the bad date guy mmmmmmm not good need to squash that

a walk down memory lane growin up in da city

k_raw — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 12:55:00 GMT

weekdays...same every day...wake up cold bath get dressed school ..break ..lunch...home Tv dinner bed by nine

saturady ....play all day lunch nap evening tea bed at nine

sunday ....breakfast...katogo matookeand byenda.....sunday best out fit ...christ the king church....bimbo icecream after ....home lunch......evening tea homework....dinner...preparing ur unifrom ....bed at nine just to wake up and do it again.....

holidays meant palying from sunup to sundown.....when it rained even better running around naked without a care in the world.....nighttime hide and sick if electricity went an added bonus.....storytime and koyi koyi sessions.....playing football ....we all know the best balls werent bought they were made out of milkbags and rubber tire strings.....kwepena and skipping rope.......playing house and cooking in kimbo cowboy and blueband tins ( kids cld make a mean sigiri out of these tins)...even though i grew up in the surburbs of kampala we lived next to a man who had the biggest plantation ....how we recked havok on his maize plants and mango trees....makin fun of neigbhourhood kids and gettin into fights...playing cards matatu......getting punished every week for all kinds of small crimes we did.....

Chritmas....meant alot of preparation night before...big breakfast.....new outfit from head to toe ...the socks had to be new plus the underwear....church in my case christ the king as always....... lunch on the beach was always a family tradition.....after church all the food was packed up and we had lunch on the beach.....

going to the village was an event...meant being pumpared by Grand ma and grand pa.....for us in mixed families (ma mama is a mutooro and ma papa is a muganda) it meant two cultures.....dads village we wld get matooke and luwombo ....(not to mention that stop at mbizinya hehehehe) and mums village meant kalo in a basket and no fish as any self reflecting mutooro was not expected to eat "frogs"......and once as a baby goin to mums village ended up bein a stay at the mountain of the moons hotel wonder if its still there....

the drink of choice was fanta or mirinda even the not so long lived creps....bread of choice tip top or hotloaf the yellow one...biscuits meant family though every now and then parents tried to corn us with that malaika crap....a fancy meal was take away....chips and ketchup wld do but not home made chips they never ever lived up to the ones u bought god knows why......chewing gum was orbit or big G nothin else wld do...best snack with tea was pani kabalagala .....and grasshopper season was the best...even though they sent us nouf grasshoppers from the village we always made dad drive us around town at nite to catch Nsenene at the lights we never caught but a handful but it was always fun.......ahhhh spending way too much tyme on this its making me homesick and hungry will continue the reminicing some other tyme for now gotta get back to my paper wish me luck

Whats in ma MP3 Player

k_raw — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 11:55:00 GMT

i cant live withou music.....blew ma speakers recently and had to depend on ma Mp3 til I bought new ones anyway these are some of the songs that never leave ma mp3

Sirikyusa....sweet kid ......

mama africa.....Akon

Nasinzia.....nameless

Nkuwechi......Iryn

Its a pity.....tanya stephens

Take me as I am.....M J Blige

Change me ...rubben studdard

I dont wanna wait in vain.....bob marley

I belong to you..... Brian Mcknight

you´re my angel ......Jon B

dreams ...boys II men

diary...alicia keys

this womans work....maxwell

volonteering leads to bad things....no one is meant to work for free......The worst date ever

k_raw — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:44:00 GMT

If I had figured out this blog page earlier you would all have been privy to the ins and outs of my life coz alot of strange things do happen to me...well okay not strange I just put myslef in the most akward of situations and this one is priceless......

It all started when i decided to volunteer my services to the student body council .... they were having some kind of career day at uni where by they arrange for different companies to come to the school set up booths and students can have a chance to meet and talk to possible employers.....Am very anti social been studyin in this Uni for almost three years and not once have I done anything close to school spirit or any crap like that but i got tricked into this ......ma friend was supposed to sign up with me but she conviniently forgot so there I was stuck....leading up to this thing they had meetings preparing how where what was to be done...mind you these are pple who enjoy volunteering and meeting other pple and me for the life of me I cant figure out why I wld wanna make small talk with people I dont know and dont care to know.......Anyway the volunteerers varried .....we had the IT pple ...they took care of hookin up computers, all the tech part of it. Then we had the Lunch pple to see that coffee was flowing, snacks were plentiful and the lunch shifts for both the companies and the volunteerers ....we had the admins who had organised the whole thing, made sure there were sponsers for food drink etc .....and then there was us the lowest ranks .....we were basically slaves did anything and everything from maning the car park..... giving directions ......fixing the carpet ....maning the coatroom etc so we decided that in order for pple not to get bored and feel cheated we would rotate the shifts so that everyone did all the jobs......so u are wondering how this leads to me going on a date from hell mmmmm am getting there........our Uni has two compuses the main one where here where I go and another one in the neighboring town (40 mins by train we get free train passes to that town) so this thing had to be set up first in that town then transport all that stuff back to the main town and set it up again.....All that went according to plan and because i had a presentation the next day and was sick as well requested to sit and watch the coat room coz nothin was goin on there and thus I cld read for ma presentation (besides it was boring there no one really wanted to sit there) .....so am sitting there reading my book and pple keep coming in the coat room is right out side the student pub which was closed that day pple didnt know this so they kept coming and trying to open the door ignoring the big sign that was saying closed for the day....so I lept having to look up from ma book and shout out Det stängt .....swedish for its closed ......so thats how I met ma future bad date.

He like all the other blind pple missed the sign and was busy trying to open the door so ....am like its closed but unlike other pple he just walked up to the counter thing and he starts making some small talk.....I kept wondering why he wasnt leaving, it is very unsual for a swedish guy to just walk up to a random person and just start hittin on you...... if you cld call it that......pple kept comin up to get and hang up their jackets and bags and everytyme i was done with them he was still there .....then ma friend came and I was talkin to him for a while completely forgetting about that guy only to realise that he was still there pretending to read some newspaper.....when ma friend left he started talking again i didnt wanna be rude so I asked a few qs nodded like i was listening and discovered that he was from the other compus he didnt even live in ma town he was from the other town.....all the while tyme is flying and he missed a number of trains so finally he asks for ma number and well I gave it to him ....i was cornered had no choice.

Few days go by he calls we talk he asks me out ...already I know we have nothing in common but ma friends keep saying am too picky and that I never give people chances so i decide why not. Man was I wrong ...first we cldnt agree on what to do........like I said nothing in common.....we finally settled on meeting up to eat....i decided Uni is neutral and I can always make a run for it if its lame......i didnt tell ma friends that i was meeting him so I sneak off when he calls.....soon as i see him I know it was a bad idea he is standing there in this big ass fluffy PURPLE jacket, jeans and some White leather dressy shoes .......picture it .....but am nice am not about to diss the poor man coz he has on some butt ugly jacket and some fucked up shoes....so we head over to the student pub sit and start the longest most boring date in the histroy of dating....we have nothing to talk about we spend most of the tyme staring at walls and trying to make small talk the silences are unbearable and to make it worse on this particular day too many good lookin guys in the pub .....then in walks some gals I know they have a field day givin me knowing signs and looks and i wanna just get up and say no it aint like that but well i cant ......i get a mess from am sis....saved by the bell ...she is in town and wants to meet me ...so I tell the guy and he is like ok you want me to wait .....am like huh wait nonono that wldnt be fair so we walk to town and he is like are we going to your place am like nope am going to meet ma sister at her friends house so I guess u have to take the train back ....I give ma apologies a quick hug and he is like so when can we meet again...in my mind am thinkin were we on the same date it was dead dead dead....anyway I murmur something about exams papers busy we will see and make a get away....now thats ma date from hell ....he hasnt called me yet but if he does I gotta find ways to say sorry no thanx

anyway thats why you shldnt volunteer nothing good comes out of it all I got for my efforts was a t shirt back ache and a Stalker

Wat am i up to right now

k_raw — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 15:51:00 GMT

My life is so random ..am a grown assed woman who refuses to grow up....am at uni right now I should be writting a paper that I have to hand in at the end of this week and now am left with two days ask me how many pages are left mmmmmm all the pages cant get ma head into it so am here at ug pulse chillin out and i finally figured out to work the blog on this page......so wat do i have to say ??? nothing right now just figured i should break in the page before i get to the real serious stuff (ok am kidding myself this is probably the most serious stuff you are going to find on this page since there is a lack of serious bones in my body ...... the fact that an writting in this page instead of writting the paper i should and need to be writting) ,,,,,,anyway think i will try and write a few pages before i call it a day and go home

list fo things to do today

1 bribe a person to write this paper for me

2 think about goin out tonite (wed is mini saturday and its free)

3 apply for more summer jobs (anyone hiring let me Know)

4 trick Bea or Amina (ma crew) into cooking dinner

5 watch greys anatomy

6 maybe go out ,,,,if not sleep