memoirs of a kangaroo in the sun.

The two songs that still have the power to move me to tears immediately...

                                                           HONESTY: IS IT OVERRATED? To all those that believe honesty is the best policy, here is some food for thought. I happen to be one of these people that believe in that theory but lately I find myself in some controversial situations and cannot seem to find a solution that will make everyone happy. Yes I believe in telling the truth when your parents ask you where exactly you are at four in the morning, and I believe in telling the truth when somebody asks you how old you are, or where you live… But what about the times when your boyfriend asks you if you like the perfume he bought you? Do you actually tell him you think it smells like insecticide and would rather go on a hunger strike than use it? Do you continue to tell him how, in fact, you are currently using it to red...

Recently as I was shifting from my former bedroom to the one I am in now, I was sorting through my stuff trying to decide what stays and what goes when I came across a notebook that contained some of my first notes and sketches and stuff. Also it contained the ten or so pages of a novel that I had once started to write but stopped halfway…one particular piece got my attention and I decided to share it. Not only because I believe it’s a particularly good piece, but also because I remember writing it with so much sincerity and passion. I meant every single word and even now, it still speaks to me.                           I want to be more I don’t want to be just another name Just another human that traversed this earth from one time to another… I don’t want to be just another believer Just another soul that went to church every Sunday I want to ...

California dreams… I dream of a life where all is well Of sunny boulevards and tree-lined walkways Of weekend barbeques and Sunday picnics Of fancy cocktail parties and all night discos Of white picket fences and big blue mansions Of exotic cuisine and vanilla martinis Of yellow summer dresses and red beach shorts Of power walks and spa treatments Of dinners for two and holidays abroad Of long-time friendships and genuine laughter Of stolen kisses and passionate love-making Of moon-lit walks and promises of forever Of running children and dotting grannies Of fresh breezes and camping fires Of extensive family brunches and outdoor games Of fond reminiscing and anticipation for a great future Of holding hands and crying together Of lifelong companionship and rock-hard loyalty I dream of a life where all is well…

i'm giving you my heart,all that is within i lay it all down for the sake of you my king. im giving you my dreams,laying down my rights im giving you my pride for the promise of new life and i surrender all to you,all to you and i surrender all to you,all to you... im singing you this song,im waiting at the cross all the world holds dear,i count it all as loss for the sake of knowing you,for the glory of your name to know the lasting joy,even sharing in your pain and i surrender it all to you...all to you...

It’s a scary new world L This is a good thing .I should be happy. No, I should be overjoyed. But I am not. I am actually scared. It’s a scary experience. I have wanted all along to forget you. And now it is happening. But I am actually scared. I could try to reason with myself as to why this is so… For a while, you were my world. And just like every world, there were mountains and there were valleys. There was rain and there were the sunny seasons. There was snow and there was spring. But it was my world. There were good days, and not so good days, and excellent days. There were days my world was peaceful and calm and filled with good cheer and there were gloomy days, when the skies were dark and gray, and the cold winds blew. But it was my world. And I had been in it long enough to know how to deal with it. I knew where to shelter myself when the rain started to pour heavily. I knew how to wade my way through the waters when the flood waters were high. I knew where to go ...

Ces’t lavie; that’s life and that’s how it’s gonna be … So I have been going through a bit of a rough patch, managed to make my way out alive somehow and I have never felt so energized. So confident and full of the good vibes that am sure there is some sort of glow coming from me even as I walk the streets of Kampala. How did I do it, you ask? Well it’s my positive attitude. My new positive attitude. It was always said how attitude is everything but I never really quite got it or felt the impact like I have in the past few days. I decided to not let anything get to me. That’s life. It’s not fair. Not everyone and everything is the way it should be or you would like it to be…accept this and you will feel like you have just been reborn. So you failed your test; that’s life, and these things happen. Work harder so you can do better on the next one. Don’t spend the next three weeks wondering if you will never be able to graduate and how your future is ruined because you will not be...