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Wednesday, August 16, 2006
there is nothing like ...
... taking someone to the emergency room to put life in perspective. your laptop may act up, airconditioning may refuse to work in a hundred degree weather and cable might be on the blink for a total of 36 hours but when you take someone to the E.R it makes you realise that it's the insignificant you tend to focus on. i don't go to hospitals alot on account that i never get seriously sick so spending many, many hours there made me realise why there are so many t.v shows based on the drama that goes on. boys and girls, there is a very thin line between being normal folks and all out insanity. some dude was rolling around the floor moaning so that they could attend to him and when he was told he would have to wait he had loud conversations with himself. the long wait for test results made me appreciate why the denzel washington character held up the emergeny room in that john q. movie. i mean, it's fun people watching for a while but once the stress and anxiety kicks in everything irritates you, from a ticking clock to any kind of ring tone to the dude sitting next to you chewing on his cuticles and seeing how far across the room he can spit them (by the way, no amount of glaring and snide comments would make him stop, thank god he got bored after a while) not to mention that on that day i was dressed for summer and the way hospitals over here are like zero degrees - my feet got numb! it turned out to be a false alarm but it did stop my inconsequential whining about stuff.
... being at the airport the morning a terror alert is issued. there i was thinking that cos i got there an hour and a half early everything would go as it should. since i hadn't slept the night before i was figuring that i would check in, go through security and have time to buy a book or magazine and buy hot chocolate from the evil starbucks people before i fell asleep en route to my destination. since no one knew what was going on it seemed rather strange to be told to remove all liquids and creams from your hand luggage. this was later updated to liquids, creams and gels. then they added pastes to the stuff you couldn't fly with. it was hilarious to see the dudes checking the carryon's trying to classify lipstick and eyeshadow cos there were women who would go "it's solid! it's not a liquid or a cream. so-lid. see?" thus the reason for all the added specifications as the morning wore on. so, half asleep and worried i would miss my flight i was having flashbacks of standing in line at bus station during rush hour i watched them throw away loads of gatorade, shampoo, athletes foot paraphanelia, shaving cream and expensive perfume and colognes. all i could think was that if anyone was going to chokora through the rubbish they were going to have a field day. the flight was delayed for an hour so i still made it and i got to my connecting flight in time. thank goodness for the advice my parents always give me that my connecting flights should never be less than an hour apart.
... like going to visit old friends. i hadn't seen her for two years and it was about time we stopped playing phone tag, chatting forever online and going over our minutes trying to catch up with each other and then moaning how we can't recieve calls during peak time for the next 20 days (c'mon, i know i'm not the only one who watches the phone ring all day and then return calls after 9 when it's free, fess up!) getting together was a ball! wasted a few brain cells in the process - people and their welcome to the midwest drinks and all - and met lots of interesting people and caught up with guys i hadn't seen in a while. and compared to the south, summers in the heartland are bearable - the highest it got was 88 degrees and there was only moderate humidity. nothing like the 100 plus weather that's the norm here. we did get on peoples nerves once in a while cos our conversations would go
"remember that day for the mafans?"
"siku gani?"
she gives me a look "that day."
"oh yeahhh!" uncontrollable giggling ensues.
"he called."
"no way! wacha! did he ..."
"imagine!"
then we would fall about laughing and everyone else would be like huh? so we left our stories for when they wouldnt irritate people around us. good times, we should definately make a habit of meeting up.
... meeting fellas who think they can chat up a whole group of girls at the club with cheesy lines lifted from PG-13 movies. it's a bad sign when you expect a chorus (nasinzia nikikuwaza-ooooooh, nasinzia nikikuwaza-ooooooh, miaka rudi miaka nenda-oooooh) every couple of minutes. if you don't know what i mean i will send you here. the song is nice and all but for goodness' sake, don't be taking notes or whatever. it did make for good entertainment though but still.
... like waking up in the morning with a song in your head that just will not go away no matter what you do. even singing the national anthem (i read somewhere that that will set you right). all day i have had the following in my head - informer! nilipiga mbuzi ikalia mee, aliki bombom down ... by the way, i need to learn the words of that song by snow cos if im going to sing it let me do it the right way. then again, maybe i won't. why would i want to stop amusng myself? a while back i had the corrupted version of umqombothi by yvonne chaka chaka in my head for a couple of days. everywhere i went it was "(ng'ombe za meru) everybody! (hazina magoti) come and drink my ... (ng'ombe za meru) afrii-can beer! (hazina magoti)" going through my head. great, now it's replaced informer. ok, would someone at least be nice enough to let me know where i can listen to the real version? anyone?
... being at the airport the morning a terror alert is issued. there i was thinking that cos i got there an hour and a half early everything would go as it should. since i hadn't slept the night before i was figuring that i would check in, go through security and have time to buy a book or magazine and buy hot chocolate from the evil starbucks people before i fell asleep en route to my destination. since no one knew what was going on it seemed rather strange to be told to remove all liquids and creams from your hand luggage. this was later updated to liquids, creams and gels. then they added pastes to the stuff you couldn't fly with. it was hilarious to see the dudes checking the carryon's trying to classify lipstick and eyeshadow cos there were women who would go "it's solid! it's not a liquid or a cream. so-lid. see?" thus the reason for all the added specifications as the morning wore on. so, half asleep and worried i would miss my flight i was having flashbacks of standing in line at bus station during rush hour i watched them throw away loads of gatorade, shampoo, athletes foot paraphanelia, shaving cream and expensive perfume and colognes. all i could think was that if anyone was going to chokora through the rubbish they were going to have a field day. the flight was delayed for an hour so i still made it and i got to my connecting flight in time. thank goodness for the advice my parents always give me that my connecting flights should never be less than an hour apart.
... like going to visit old friends. i hadn't seen her for two years and it was about time we stopped playing phone tag, chatting forever online and going over our minutes trying to catch up with each other and then moaning how we can't recieve calls during peak time for the next 20 days (c'mon, i know i'm not the only one who watches the phone ring all day and then return calls after 9 when it's free, fess up!) getting together was a ball! wasted a few brain cells in the process - people and their welcome to the midwest drinks and all - and met lots of interesting people and caught up with guys i hadn't seen in a while. and compared to the south, summers in the heartland are bearable - the highest it got was 88 degrees and there was only moderate humidity. nothing like the 100 plus weather that's the norm here. we did get on peoples nerves once in a while cos our conversations would go
"remember that day for the mafans?"
"siku gani?"
she gives me a look "that day."
"oh yeahhh!" uncontrollable giggling ensues.
"he called."
"no way! wacha! did he ..."
"imagine!"
then we would fall about laughing and everyone else would be like huh? so we left our stories for when they wouldnt irritate people around us. good times, we should definately make a habit of meeting up.
... meeting fellas who think they can chat up a whole group of girls at the club with cheesy lines lifted from PG-13 movies. it's a bad sign when you expect a chorus (nasinzia nikikuwaza-ooooooh, nasinzia nikikuwaza-ooooooh, miaka rudi miaka nenda-oooooh) every couple of minutes. if you don't know what i mean i will send you here. the song is nice and all but for goodness' sake, don't be taking notes or whatever. it did make for good entertainment though but still.
... like waking up in the morning with a song in your head that just will not go away no matter what you do. even singing the national anthem (i read somewhere that that will set you right). all day i have had the following in my head - informer! nilipiga mbuzi ikalia mee, aliki bombom down ... by the way, i need to learn the words of that song by snow cos if im going to sing it let me do it the right way. then again, maybe i won't. why would i want to stop amusng myself? a while back i had the corrupted version of umqombothi by yvonne chaka chaka in my head for a couple of days. everywhere i went it was "(ng'ombe za meru) everybody! (hazina magoti) come and drink my ... (ng'ombe za meru) afrii-can beer! (hazina magoti)" going through my head. great, now it's replaced informer. ok, would someone at least be nice enough to let me know where i can listen to the real version? anyone?
20 Comments:
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dear Bear....I already started on the post,, its still in its editing stage....sijasahau
Lucky for me I have never had to do an emergency room!Wouldn't like to go thru what you did!
Nor have I been at an airport when drama breaks out!Your paros are so on point about the connecting flights vibe!
Yes the stories that only you know do rock when you are with old pals.Laughing at inside jokes and all!
As for chatting up mamas, I havent done that in a long time.I just sear Aco into their subconscious and work slow from there!But despite the weak lyrics that is a nice song.
Informer was a classic!And so was that Yvonne Chaka Chaka track, ah the good old days!I think I'll search for the original version too.Nice post!
@ devious
ebu come back and make a proper comment. grrrr! i will take away your first place prize of patco.
@ aco
it's worse when you are waiting for test resluts ... thank goodness its over now.
i hope you weren't taking notes from sinzia - put away your notebook!
spicey those lyrics for informer a la you are just killing!!!! why would you put stuff like that mbuzi na magoti lol
The ER and generally hospitals help put things into perspective.
nice w/e
@ prou
maybe it's the farm girl in me coming out when i substitute the real words for animal parts and noises, i dunno.
hope you had a great weekend yourself
Spicebear, this post is a tear jerker in many ways,lol!
Ok, the issue about going to hospital for emergencies and all is heart rending and then you crack me up close to tears with the "wrong songs"..hehe, as a kid I too messed up some songs that I came to understand later on & still can't stop laughing at myself.
You were caught up in the hightened alert day for air travel? Pole sana!
You asked for it...that Snow may just come to U in video form with all lyrics in bright colors...maybe even a version of Kenya's anthem;)
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..btw the way i meant to tellu...the "made up words" to the informer song is a killah hahahahahahhaha
good one !
reminds me of a rela who we once had an argument about some hit song nin the 90's cant remmeber the artist but it was the song that goes...pump..pump the jam...pump ..pump the jam pump it up pump it up ...
My rela was singing in his loudest voice...
pump, pump the chair..pump, pump the chair...pump pump it up < nini hii ???
so ofcourse i told him hi sii hivyo mwandada..and he almost swore on his mums life and still refused to believe the correct words..and I was like it doesnt even make sense whan u say pump the chair...
he told me to take it up with the dude who sang the song, not him coz those were the correct lyrics and that was it !
Let sleeping dogs i lie...lakini i laughed !
tee hee... That shit was funny! Drama wants you like white wants rice :) that's all I gotta say.
feel you 100% on the stories. we'd so get on pples nerves when we hook up( me D and F) coz all we'd say is "wacha!" " no sh#t" and look at each other and laugh! guess it comes with hanging out and stuff. helpd you know your true friends, i think.esp if you can do that after such a while.
@akiey
nooooo! dude, snow belongs on youtube and flashback thingis. si he's like vanilla ice's twin brother or something? woie, unless you are doing a spoof ... ideas, ideas, ama?
@ devious
i had this neighbour who used to sing "mr. boombastic matako ya plastic ... " i forget the rest. but ati pump up the chair ... hehehe. cos i know you will appreciate the irony here is something for your viewing pleasure (im too lazy to link) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lap_Nd6P0W4
you may now proceed to get on your knees and bow repeatedly as you chant "i am not worthy, i am not worthy ... "
i blame it on the clod meds.
@ mikhie
woman, what do i have to pay you? name your price! ebu nione kando
@ teddy
yeah, pals like those are great. and i totally get you on you and d and f, ive seen all you guys together!
I imagine a visit to the hospital does help to put life in a different perspective.
And I'm glad I wasn't flying on that first day of heightened alert. It must have been mass chaos.
Anyway, good to see another post. :)
Hope you are doing well.
Spicy dear - yup, the ER is some place. Brings you right down to earth to appreciate how prcarious life is.
So, howz summer treating you? Looking forward to the chill I presume..
Holler..
Wa wa wa! Those Vanilla Ice lyrics... Good God Spicebear. Ati you pigad what and it did what? I have laughed like a fool here in my open plan office.
I can't even comment about ng'ombe za Meru. All I know now is that people from my republic have serious sanity issues.
Damn, I'm literally crying with laughter.
Hehe, in the primo boarding I went to, that song was 'Ngombe za Boarding hazina mkia' or some stuff like that.
Yeah hosi man, mob stress...that John Q was a deadly movie, yeah been years since I watched it.
@ tim
nice to see you around. it was chaos that day. if i didn't hate long road trips like i do i would probably drive but the thought of being in a car for a couple of days does not appeal to me in the least.
@ bj
the heat is horrible! i can't wait for fall which is my favourite time of the year. hope you are well ...
@ kenyanchick
i have many of those insane people you talk about to make me forget the real words of any song. thanks for passing by
@ potash
the way i wished for a gun at some point at that ER - that place is enough to make you go insane!
ati ng'ombe za meru hazina mkia? lol, that's a new one!
Hi Spicey, I need your view on a topic I think you're an expert... Hit me..
NGOMBE ZA MERU LOL
Knock, knock!..."Who goes there?"
A fan wondering when normal broadcasting will resume on this channel:)
Enjoy the new sem and classes & show 'em the brains your momma gave ya SpiceBear!
Spicey - emergency shock is over baby, wake up love & ...Hit me for a special 9/11 tribute.. the picture is surreal... kinda chilling too..
Be safe
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