been away eating too many of those wasabi peas and sashimi and now back, forgot about this venting channel, for a bit. Im reaching that place again. proper posts will soon be here....but I just have to say..
Taxi strikes in male - was peaceful for pedestrians while it lasted. The major culprits for the chaotic streets have been discovered, and to my distress are back out on the streets.
That Concert in Alimas Carnival - (supposed Fasy live malarky) - Waste of my 30/-rf. Put up with that nightmare of a nick and nicole, (I 'll stop talking about them from here spare you the horrific details), the constipated presenter, the fashion show that was awful to say the least and after a million hours Fasy came on. And I cried!Because I found out I had been conned. Really let down. My legs hurt, I had kept my anger at bay, I didnt complain and the finale just killed it. His new stuff didnt sound that new and EDGY AT ALL,
( i could have just listened to a megadeth, Metalica album and been easily satisfied while I reminised better and in the comfort of my own home)
maybe I've grown old and its all become really wierd. Fasy I believe in you , Man get it together. He and the band are talented. They are talented, they are talented.... (I repeated it over and over again, crawled up into a dark hole curled up and wished to dissapear) sniff!
Taxi drivers who try to spread the word of the lord - JUST STOP IT and keep praying that the petrol prices are lowered!
Taxi drivers who wants to discuss politics - LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I simply dont wish to engage in a debate with you. and I just want to get to where Im getting ,in peace and quiet, beeping your horns DO NOT make a red light go green.(this goes out to those mop-ed honkers too) Goodness me, a slight pile up and the noise is enough to make me go deaf.
Over priced Cheesecake served at pretentious cafe's - (which are located above the hulhumale' ferry terminal) you can get the same thing half the price from the Bank kada also know as city cafe'and also is available at fantasy bakery. Please dont try and fleece people you already make enough money from the insomniac druggies who make best use of your 24 hr liscence.
and on the GOOD SIDE OF THINGs,
LOVING the pizzas at salsa royal. They even do home deliveries now, though the girl on the phone will not list the available pizzas unless you prompt her to do so. (she also might not realise that the 'parmezione' pizza might have parmesan cheese on it) She definitely needs to work on her phone manners.
on the other hand I am - PERRRRFECT :)
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
RUGY’S GIRL CHILD/ OH MY LORD
Twenty odd years ago in Henveiru, woman was in agony waiting for the arrival of her newborn child. She’d already spent a good half a day at the maternity ward of the hospital, and had come home, it didn’t seem like it was going to happen any time soon that day.
She was walking about, hoping that it would decide to come out anytime soon, she was exhausted, and preferred to stay at home and rush back to the hospital when she knew it was for sure. The hospital air wasn’t really doing her much good. Just as she relaxed a bit and thought she’d have to wait a while it happened all so suddenly, the all too familiar pains. She’s done this twice before, and it always is as painful and infact the fear of it even more so than the first time she ever gave birth. Ignorance was surely bliss since, then it all came as a surprise. She's never prepared for the pain. Everytime it seemed worst than what she'd experienced before. Now that she's not new, she knows exactly the scale of what could happen and what could go wrong. She wasnt ready just yet. It surely cant happen now the fathers just nipped out side as well. It was too quick and it’s going to be too late by the time she reached the hospital. It needed to be done there and then. Women about the house frantically made preparations in the room. It was fortunate that a very well experienced midwife lived nearby. She was soon called in. The process had already begun by the time she'd arrived.
After what seemed like an eternity for the mother the child finally came out. The mother felt drained but waited for her newborn to be put in her arms, wanting to see it, hold it, touch it, this little creature, the small human being she’d carried in her womb for nine whole months. It was the expressions around her that puzzled her, she looked at her sister in law who was by her, she couldn’t read her face, and already felt weak and exhausted. She saw, tears rolling down peoples faces. Why cant she hear her child? why wasn’t it making any noises?
It wasn’t breathing, the umbilical chord, was coiled tight around the baby’s neck. Perhaps all the summersalts in the womb and the baby managed to twist itself around the chord. The chord, the lifeline, that connects the two lives, was trying to take out of it what it has given it for all this time. It was as if it was trying to mark the end to this relationship between the baby and the life supporting chord.
The frail and wise, old mid wife, with a whole life’s worth of experience behind her, was agitated and irritated by the weeps and the sniffs made by the other women in the room. Women! Sigh! if only they pulled themselves together at times like these. She wished that they’d stop howling. She quickly uncoiled the choking, umbilical cord off the baby, and couldn’t help but notice how big and heavy, a healthy child it was, this must have been partly the reason why its been wrapped so tight around its neck it must have grown while the chord was around it. She untwisted all of it, off of the baby and cut the umbilical chord. She held the heavy baby up, holding it upside down by its legs, she must have used all of the remaining strength in her life, raised her free hand up high and gave a good smack on its bottom. This was followed by a baby cry, a wail, a noise, it was alive. JOY TO THE WORLD! Happiness and relief and more tears of release, of the nasty fear all gone with the cry. The panic and the shock of seconds ago forgotten in an instance. The baby cleansed, and wrapped in blanket lay in the happy mothers arms. It looked beautiful. A big healthy baby girl.
..before both were rushed to the hospital for proper medical care. And it grew and grew and grew. (hama gahen hen huregen,)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the only sister I’ve got in the whole wide universe.
You are my rock.
and now let us sing:
The following to be Sung to the tune of :
Mary’s boy child/ oh my lord
by: Bony M
Rugy's girl child Mo the bright, was born on Morys Day.
And man will live for evermore, because of Morys Day.
Long time ago in agony, so the wholely able said,
Rugy's girl child Mo the bright, was born on Morys Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a Queen was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Morys Day.
Well I thought this ones better than Tango Maureen from the musical “RENT”.
Saturday, 14 April 2007
IF YOU LOOK HARD ENOUGH.
Browsing through my phone, wondered what made me get this one.
Just a bunch of clouds, over the sea.
on closer inspection , there was this glint of something. I hope its what I think I see. It surely must have struck a chord, surely something to see.
Yes, I remember the other day, this lovely thing, that shone and caught my eye.
the small excitement caused a spark of reaction , to the snap happy state of mine.
I can see it so clearly, looking at it now.
I wonder if the hint of gold beneath the cloud is the pot I long to find.
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
HAPPINESS IS…
Happiness has arrived, in the form of the contents of an external Hard Drive. I recently purchased. It’s all the rage now to have your own external hard drive; mainly made popular by the porn collecting individuals so they can always present their whole computer HD memory’s worth of downloads to hand (Ahem), whilst also not getting caught with a whole load of filthy files on their pc’s at home. Well I can’t deny the many other benefits of owning your own Hard Drive, its valueability as means of storing immense amounts of back up information and acting as a savior incase your pc HD fails, but I have to give it to the perverts and such appreciation societies; collectively known as ‘the porn fans’ the award for best use of the external hard drives. Or external hards’ as they usually refer it.
The contents of my external HD? Are fortunately in my case or unfortunately for others, not pornographic. I requested a dear friend of mine to make me a happy bunny after thrusting upon him my 'external hard'. He acheived my satisfaction by returning the 'external hard' with entire downloads of sitcom series, drama series , latest holly wood films and all the things in the world that are all so important to me such as, Ugly betty, Prison Break , Heroes (Yes I love it, so sue me), Dexter (freaks me out but I cant help it) and house to name a few. Yes Scrubs and Christine (first time I’ve ever seen or heard of it!). Films including little miss sunshine, 300, Departed, Sentine, Babel, films not even screened in some cinemas across the world (certainly not ours, but that’s a completely different reason), you name it I’ve got it. I’m in ecstatic bliss with three solid month’s worth of guaranteed on screen entertainment. For once I have found something that I passionately love about this decrepitated place of whiffs, where the mentality of such matters like any others is to scavenge for such supplies without an ounce of guilt, dignity or shame. Never mind the legality of it or any international copyright laws. (Another thing I’m shamefully grateful for, otherwise we’ll get nowt) Everyone’s using these free download websites and doing it like crazy loonies and I don’t feel one bit scabby about it especially since they come out in rather good quality as well. (Nope. no silhouettes of people moving about and the occasional dash across the screen, ok, perhaps the odd sounds delay). Not when we have to live in such depravity and lack of availability for such we crave and even the perks of Mollywood and bollywood simply isnt enough to suffice. (I’ll save the thrills and the joys of television entertainment on this part of the globe for another time)
I feel rather grateful for the availability of such elation via this World Wide Web. I bow down to thee the free download websites, for helping me keep in touch with my love, and keeping whole of my sanity intact and my happiness on the speedy upload of materials on to their fast increasing list of availabilities of any material that simply exists.
I can understand the cheap and tatty-ness, and the undignified shame one should be feeling, associated with opting for the free download than supporting your local cinema, bands you love, directors you admire etc. And how this may cause the slump in industry and sales and all that jazz, but it only applies to a world where such material are available. (I don’t know though, perhaps if I was really skint I might perhaps still be swayed towards my broadband connection where ever I might be – yes the Pandora’s box has been opened). This is what I have been reduced to when there is only one cinema in the whole place that I could perhaps go to where they occasionally might show a Hollywood film. When the television screen keeps on showing high pitch screams of a song, badly acted out to, with fake rain and fog machines for the best of times. Oh yeah not to forget the skin tight PVC costumes that often surfaces. When the society at large seem to be happily satisfied with bollywood copies of Hollywood films and mollywood copies (god please forgive me for the mere mention of such obscenities such as mollywood) of bollywood films which are copies of hollywood films which are copies of sometimes the occasional Korean or Spanish film (but you got to give it to hollywood since its usually done in excellent taste- yes I liked ‘vanilla sky’ and ‘the ring’).
I must admit it’s not the same really, watching most of this on my pc screen, than going to the cinema. I was really missing the whole cinema experience of late and was thrilled to find out the other day, that they where screening Babel, at our local cinema (well the only one on the whole place that shows hollywood films, God bless ‘Athena’) and managed to convince a bunch of us to go (no it isn’t like the great big popcorn, candy fizzy drinks cinema fiasco as such but a rather basic version of it with the back rack of the only ticket booth with few fizzy drinks dotted about and packets of some sort of odd looking toffee, but yet still a cinema whey hey!) We showed up and to my dismay the greasy haired lady at the counter announced that they might have to cancel the show if a total of 8 tickets aren’t sold, since the only way they break even on running the cinema is by selling a certain number of tickets per show and ‘if it aint met, it aint screened!’ My mate and I bought one additional ticket each to complete the numbers, just so all of us could go in and see this film. And the way we thought of it, and with the measly ticket prices it was still worth the money and a whole lot more. I give the cinema two more years max, unless this whole godforsaken place is cleansed off people with bad taste (I swear its multiplying by the second) and a whole new batch with appreciation of good cinema suddenly miraculously increases. (Subject to my tastes only give or take people on the boundaries since its good for variety. (the spice of life) The voice inside my head keeps saying ‘If only those wretched swines flew’).
Alls not lost. I have my reliable Film Piracy (got to love the chinese for that) and Free Downloads sites to save my day.
The contents of my external HD? Are fortunately in my case or unfortunately for others, not pornographic. I requested a dear friend of mine to make me a happy bunny after thrusting upon him my 'external hard'. He acheived my satisfaction by returning the 'external hard' with entire downloads of sitcom series, drama series , latest holly wood films and all the things in the world that are all so important to me such as, Ugly betty, Prison Break , Heroes (Yes I love it, so sue me), Dexter (freaks me out but I cant help it) and house to name a few. Yes Scrubs and Christine (first time I’ve ever seen or heard of it!). Films including little miss sunshine, 300, Departed, Sentine, Babel, films not even screened in some cinemas across the world (certainly not ours, but that’s a completely different reason), you name it I’ve got it. I’m in ecstatic bliss with three solid month’s worth of guaranteed on screen entertainment. For once I have found something that I passionately love about this decrepitated place of whiffs, where the mentality of such matters like any others is to scavenge for such supplies without an ounce of guilt, dignity or shame. Never mind the legality of it or any international copyright laws. (Another thing I’m shamefully grateful for, otherwise we’ll get nowt) Everyone’s using these free download websites and doing it like crazy loonies and I don’t feel one bit scabby about it especially since they come out in rather good quality as well. (Nope. no silhouettes of people moving about and the occasional dash across the screen, ok, perhaps the odd sounds delay). Not when we have to live in such depravity and lack of availability for such we crave and even the perks of Mollywood and bollywood simply isnt enough to suffice. (I’ll save the thrills and the joys of television entertainment on this part of the globe for another time)
I feel rather grateful for the availability of such elation via this World Wide Web. I bow down to thee the free download websites, for helping me keep in touch with my love, and keeping whole of my sanity intact and my happiness on the speedy upload of materials on to their fast increasing list of availabilities of any material that simply exists.
I can understand the cheap and tatty-ness, and the undignified shame one should be feeling, associated with opting for the free download than supporting your local cinema, bands you love, directors you admire etc. And how this may cause the slump in industry and sales and all that jazz, but it only applies to a world where such material are available. (I don’t know though, perhaps if I was really skint I might perhaps still be swayed towards my broadband connection where ever I might be – yes the Pandora’s box has been opened). This is what I have been reduced to when there is only one cinema in the whole place that I could perhaps go to where they occasionally might show a Hollywood film. When the television screen keeps on showing high pitch screams of a song, badly acted out to, with fake rain and fog machines for the best of times. Oh yeah not to forget the skin tight PVC costumes that often surfaces. When the society at large seem to be happily satisfied with bollywood copies of Hollywood films and mollywood copies (god please forgive me for the mere mention of such obscenities such as mollywood) of bollywood films which are copies of hollywood films which are copies of sometimes the occasional Korean or Spanish film (but you got to give it to hollywood since its usually done in excellent taste- yes I liked ‘vanilla sky’ and ‘the ring’).
I must admit it’s not the same really, watching most of this on my pc screen, than going to the cinema. I was really missing the whole cinema experience of late and was thrilled to find out the other day, that they where screening Babel, at our local cinema (well the only one on the whole place that shows hollywood films, God bless ‘Athena’) and managed to convince a bunch of us to go (no it isn’t like the great big popcorn, candy fizzy drinks cinema fiasco as such but a rather basic version of it with the back rack of the only ticket booth with few fizzy drinks dotted about and packets of some sort of odd looking toffee, but yet still a cinema whey hey!) We showed up and to my dismay the greasy haired lady at the counter announced that they might have to cancel the show if a total of 8 tickets aren’t sold, since the only way they break even on running the cinema is by selling a certain number of tickets per show and ‘if it aint met, it aint screened!’ My mate and I bought one additional ticket each to complete the numbers, just so all of us could go in and see this film. And the way we thought of it, and with the measly ticket prices it was still worth the money and a whole lot more. I give the cinema two more years max, unless this whole godforsaken place is cleansed off people with bad taste (I swear its multiplying by the second) and a whole new batch with appreciation of good cinema suddenly miraculously increases. (Subject to my tastes only give or take people on the boundaries since its good for variety. (the spice of life) The voice inside my head keeps saying ‘If only those wretched swines flew’).
Alls not lost. I have my reliable Film Piracy (got to love the chinese for that) and Free Downloads sites to save my day.
Friday, 6 April 2007
Hello
Ladies and Gentleman, I am going to start blogging. motto ''blog it to log it''. Yes in your face RIBA.
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