Life, oh life

Life oh life......that song by Gabrielle keeps playing on and on in my mind.
The last few months have been extremely hard on me professionally and yesterday was not too good of a hard day. A friend of mine reminded me yesterday of the saying that if it can go wrong, then it will go wrong. I totally agree. Of late, everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong and i mean everything.

Ah well, Christmas is here. Hope that will help to make things a little better though I'm not feeling any of the good cheer, I'm certainly not in a festive mood. Don't see anything to celebrate, joy to the world...but no joy in my life.....so when i walk into Shoprite and its all covered in tinsel with background music to match, i want to scream and tear out my little tufts of hair.

Then the emails, merry Christmas all over the place but I'm thinking to myself, if there's no food, water or electricity, the whole merriment thing will be grossly dampened and so its back to the grindstone to try and make that money coz i ain't got it...

December is the month of weddings here in Kampala. I hear it is because its easier to get time off, more people will attend your wedding including friends and family from abroad. So there are wedding everywhere you look, invites all over the place. In fact, you have to carefully select whose wedding to attend as you more often than not have more than one to attend on a given Saturday or even Friday, perhaps, Wednesday... a friend of mine is getting married on 31st December, starting 2009 as Mrs is the plot.

Another friend of mine asked me earlier this year if I'd be a bridesmaid at her wedding. I said ye, thought it was a joke but the wedding is next weekend and i have tried as much as i can to get out of this bridesmaid thing and i have failed. I have to get fitted for my pink dress, shoes, blah blah. Am totally freaked out but I'm doing this for her. I keep having the feeling that on D-day i might become a runaway bridesmaid. See, I'm not comfortable being in the spotlight, i hate cameras, light, people's eyes...OK,I'm really shy, no one sees that. The whole confident look is merely a facade to hide the truth....Now,I'm imagining what the hairdresser is going to do to my beloved, uncomplicated dreadlocks, what the so called beautician will do to my very very complicated, sensitive and unyielding skin, all these things are freaking me out.

OK, Beyonce's video is on the TV right now, you know the one where she's wearing nothing but a modified swimming costume for lack of a better description. Single ladies, the song is called. Every time i watch this video, i am truly amazed by the creature that's Beyonce. She has so much confidence and energy that someone in the office i have temporarily moved into is convinced that she's on steroids or something but surely something. I am quite certain that if anyone wanted to lose lots of weight as well as their wits, all they have to do is watch the video enough, master the moves and go on to perform the same moves in heels every day and voila, supermodel bod and perhaps similar brain matter too......

Come to think of it, I'm thinking of dropping a few kilos so I'm going to get myself a full DVD of Beyonce's videos because they are all workout videos as far as I'm concerned. I have some pairs of heels that i could use thought I'm not sure my ankles will survive the torture. Well, you never know till you try, right? Am off to find that DVD collection.