Ever come one of those days when you just start having suicidal-ly-bored thoughts? Granted, almost everyday, but I’m talking about those boring ‘one-liner’ kinda days = the ones where you’re bored on top of bored, or bored to bored, or bored because you’re bored…however you want to look at it ( which also includes bored sideways, and yes you can get that with pepperoni and anchovies, NOT). Well fear not, I’ve come to save the day. Well, atleast I think I have…
The thing that always struck me about writing good blogs or journals is how a person writes it (like, you didn’t know that!). For me, you’d always have to use those adequate amount of tongue-splinging words, a pint of humour from the bottle and to just be that bit “touché”, to generate real interest who take their time to come and rate you mentally – in other words, read your garbage out of interest, or boredom. And it just seems, for reasons of sort, I have been able to re-conquer my English and imagination barriers after a series of bloggers-block (no, those ones have been deleted…) in order of late. It feels strange, like that aunty you never had; a mystic feeling – when it happens. Worm-infested apples after shining ones. Writer’s guilt. This is beginning to not make sense…
Sometime ago, actually, I wrote a review of absolutely no relevance in my mates Greg’s blog when he went on ranting about McDonald’s Chicken staff working in banks picking their nails. There was just that something – a desire – this uncanny atonement to go and in Almighty ‘RAWR!!!’ power, go and write that there and then. And not only that either, but even this. Dribble the ball, shoot from half-court and get that three! Rather than just the normal two. So what did we learn today? Never follow my philosophy. It’s Evo-Screwed, battered and Mars-bar filled.
So anyways – coming back to original. What do I mean? Well, remember that first journal that I wrote way back (‘mazing I can still inch my brain onto the date in all respect of itchiness, but of course that’s only because I can remember the terrorizing, nail-biting exams that were ruining my life then) – that first one on nothing of the mincing PC rubbish in all due respect journals that followed? Well I just decided, for one and all, with all the feeling again, to give that one a memory and return to when good journals used to be fun, informative, and simply class – the good ‘ol artful ways of going *bang keyboard, bang!* that would just rock. With lots of complaining and lots of smiling.
take care everybody.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
"Habari!" :- The typical way of saying “Hi!” in Swahili. Swahili, my mother tongue, originated in one thousand-something and irritating people since. Swahili is actually called Kiswahili, but everybody prefers the short form thingy. “Habari!” actually means “Hi, how are you?” at different point of times. So when you get the jest of a “how are you?” in there, you can most respectfully reply by saying, “Zuri!”, which relates to conveying a positive reply. And just to clarify things a bit, the very-famous-very-popular-thanks-to-Walt-Disney sentence, “Hakuna Matata!” also originates from the same, recited by Timon and Pumba in spectacular style. One thing to sue Walt Disney Corp. for: Making it sound so comical. C’mon, it sounds so childish now, after The Lion King debuted it to the world. Imagine you go to a person and he has a problem, and you just know he’s going to tick when you try and console him, but suddenly “Hakuna Matata!” just pops right outta your mouth. He’s probably going to look at you like he’s looking at the world's most disgusting cockroach. And that's probably going to be the last thing you see if it's Chuck Norris. So, we can all unite to sue Walt Disney Corp for a 1.3 billion dollars. Oh wait, does anybody even use the term anymore? What am I ranting on about? The goodness of ranting or wasting other people's time? Oh well, there goes my chance for the 1.3 billion dollars. But give me chocolate, and I'll be happy. It's rather too obvious I've written out of boredom but please drop by a comment or compliment on my work, any suggestions or just requests for anything perticular ("certain periodicals", you may call it).