Evidence of a (former) Party Animal


On Sunday morning, I woke up to find these:

These appeared after a wall jumped in front of me Friday evening. I was at a girlfriends birthday party and there was Jameson, lots and lots of Jameson. Before that I was at a cocktail where there were fizzy gins and vodkas. SO that wall, it just jumped out of nowhere and I had to jump matrix style, because the place is on a hill! I got away with just that, bruises on my left arm. No bandages required.

Black Leather Jacket
I was quite amused at discovering a black leather jacket that morning.
It's not mine.
It belongs to a girlfriends' boyfriend. You see, the jacket was in the back seat of the car, and it was cold. I was waiting on people to say their various goodbyes before we went home. It's very warm, giving it back will be difficult!

Lost Cell Phone
Has anyone seen a grey ZTE blade? Because I don't have my phone with me. Apparently, it was discovered in the back seat of the same girlfriends' boyfriend's car. To get it will be a challenge, the bloke's a businessman with meetings everywhere. At least I stay longer with the jacket right? But I need my cell phone. I'm not about to get a new one.

Empty Wallet
I raved the weekend away with Ksh200 bob! Yes, we are broke, but that didn't stop us from going out."Tutaku sort!!" 

Dusty Shoes
I really can't explain these. Do you know how difficult it is to clean the white part of a deck shoe? I keep looking at them and wondering "the fuck?"

Business Cards
When is it okay to call someone?

Chewing Gum
Because alcohol breath is really bad.

Now being a Monday, sanity makes a welcome return for a couple of days. Oh yes.

|Shady Love-Scissor Sisters|

Activities and Trees

Randomly on Friday after the 2nd day of the 2nd annual out film festival, I went with my friends for karaoke night. There, I sang Natalie Imbruglia's "Torn" song, which is soooooo gay! With lyrics that go like this:
I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm - he came around like
He was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know - don't seem to care
What your heart is for
No I don't know him anymore

Reading those lyrics, I wanted to change the song, but I'd submitted that little paper where one writes the song they want to sing. My name was called out, I slouched in my seat but I got courageous and stood up to go and sing in front of a relatively straight crowd. I've known this song since I was what, 10 years old? It was very easy to sing, such that I had fun. Guess what, the crowd cheered! Some bloke even stood to take a photo of this gay lad singing (me). I think they were excited.
I love nature. Saturday saw me go tree planting. I'm broke but I still made a donation. It was one of those days where I'd planned to be alone. The tree planting event turned out to be co-sponsored by the government. It was quite fulfilling and rewarding to be in touch with nature again. We planted trees at different zones of the large Nairobi National Park.

By the time I got to the city centre for the last film of the out film festival, I was exhausted. I'd gotten home at 3am Saturday morning and was up by 7am. Needless to say the sleep was a good one.

Didn't get up to much Sunday, I spent my day indoors watching Whitney. It's a funny-haha show that I quite like... 

I've an interview this week for internship (again), I'm so half-hearted about it because it's a field I'm not quite interested in, plus it doesn't guarantee entry into the organization, and I'm still feeling a bit down that I didn't make the other internship. My sister was accepted into that programme. Too many lemons being thrown by life in my direction, everything's just salty lately. 
Still, I'm "Honestly OK"...


|Honestly OK-Dido|

November Ramblings (I lack post titles lately)

I'm listening to Taylor Swift's Red album, it's her latest offering and it's rather delighful! This has been such a good year for music.

It's been a week full of uncertainly, let me explain.

On Sunday, I had an internship interview. It's a strange day to hold an interview but nevertheless I looked forward to it. My sister announces that she also had an interview the same day. I asked where, and she stated the very same venue in the email that I too had received. We compete as siblings at home, so now we're competing in the real world as well? Oh no.
It went well, or so I thought. Yesterday, she asked me if I got an email for a 2nd interview. I didn't. However, she did. She wins yet again, and I really wish her the best. She's amazing...

I seem to bake pastries when I'm bored. Banana bread's one of the easiest things I've ever baked. It amuses me greatly that some gay men are incapable of cooking! And spelling.
Now, I understand that we're all humans, we're bound to make mistakes somewhere. I personally make spelling mistakes sometimes. But when it comes to sentence construction when trying to speak with me...really? For example, "xaxa sweety, ua so handsome", "thenx", "xo what are you doing" e.t.c
I have hinted several times to the said persons about their spelling. They say it's "culture". I say it's retarding a generation. X by the way, is meant to be S in their dialect. It's irritating, so so irritating. They're degrading English, and making themselves look stupid whilst they're at it. Did they miss English classes or did teachers tell them "Oh, don't make spelling mistakes in my class, you need to pass the subject, but outside school it's fiiine, it's socially acceptable." Morons.

#OOMF is a term used on twitter to describe someone anonymously. I have an #OOMF but they're not on twitter. They're really nice though, funny, and relatively good looking. His intellect makes me look stupid. And he's shy. So I asked them out on a date, which went rather well I'd say. I hope to see them again.
All this sounds too familiar, the "getting excited over a guy" then going on a date or two then it stalls. I'm trying to be as optimistic about this as possible.

This weekend There's the 2nd annual out film festival, a gay film festival held at the German Cultural institute. Must attend the opening! Also, I'm going to plant trees on Saturday, because mother nature, I'm broke and I will feel like I'm being productive.

Whatever comes.

He said, "Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change
You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way"
He was trying to skip rocks on the ocean, saying to me,
"Don't you see the starlight, starlight?
Don't you dream impossible things?"

----------------------------------------> |Starlight-Taylor Swift|

Boring November Starts

Another week has gone by, and I didn't get up to much either. It seems then, November will be a ho-hum month.

I did however, discover that the general post office still works (it has broken, unrepaired fountains inside), and that stamps no longer cost Ksh5. I paid Ksh 30 for a stamp, it had the face of the late professor Wangari Maathai. I was with a friend that sunny Tuesday, mailing CVs to companies that had posted job openings. "So now that we have stamps and we've put them on the letter, what do we do with them?" I asked. He pointed at four, rusty boxes and told me that we slot them in there. "Do they work?" I ask. He nods. Still at the post office, I'd met the bloke I'd gone on a few dates with a while back. It was a nice surprise, he was also mailing documents. He had to go back to the office though, he was unable to join us for lunch.

I painted a house on Wednesday, with friends. I have discovered that it's not too difficult, and is rather fun when one has good company. There was food, and lots of laughs! It was quite nice.

Later that week spent a large portion of Friday eating. Brunch with two friends and a late afternoon lunch with a close heterosexual friend at a new restaurant (their burgers are absolutely wonderful) were highlights of the day. There would be no dancing for me this weekend.

Guess what, I started fitness! Running/jogging, crunches and randomly, weight lifting. I used to run in high school. It's quite addictive. I run in the evening when temperatures are cooler. Crunches shocked my waist but I'm getting used to the 100 crunches a day regime. Weights however, are a challenge. My arms have just stopped aching.

Finally, the "being a top" idea died. For me, once a bottom, always a bottom. Won't be having sex for a long time though.

I've had a thought in my head that's lasted the whole week. If I'm looking for a good man to share my life's experiences with, to grow with and ultimately to love, why then, is it so hard finding one that shares the same sentiment? I read on twitter this statement that carries some truth: "we (gays) are 100% committed to our lovers 50% of the time." That's the bloody problem Nairobi men have. 

The sad thing is, that won't change anytime soon.

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