freaky friday.

that was the movie where lindsay lohan and her mum weren't getting along so an asian lady in an asian restaurant pulled a fortune thingy stunt on them and switched their personalities into each other's bodies. so lindsay is in her mother's body and vice versa. so they get to see each other's worlds and understand each other and get switched back and then live happily ever after. with this brief background, could someone please, please give me a freaky friday? i t doesnt have to be friday actually. it could even be today. i chose freaky friday coz i didnt fancy the face off idea; nicholas cage and travolta had to go thru unwanted, horrible, surgery. of course, the ideal situation would be turning my life into a starring role in the series 'touched by an angel'. come to think of it, i think i'd rather be touched by an angel than go through the freaky friday earthquake.

it's just that sometimes, God has a way of making your personality switch when u least expect, or want it. and then when u want the switch, that's usually the time yo meant grit the pain, or 'swallow' and go thru watever yo going thru coz it will make u better person and only then will u live happily ever after.

i did sciences and am in the arts faculty. 'twas an, eventful ,(for lack of a better word) switch, but now i'm loving it. u know, i'm living happily ever after. at least while i'm still at campus that is.

i never ever wanted to marry a guy who cooks. that was until my family hosted a male friend who cooks. nicely. that was a freaky holiday and i'm switching my primitive preference to fit this 21st century setting. it was actually nice not to have to cook all the time. and some male cooks are actually not egoistic and chauvinist about their cooking!(but dont raise your hopes guys, my pride doesnt let me admit wrong about my preferences. so i'm still in the process of changing my mind. so u still have more to say if u cook).

i actually had a phase of not wanting kids. until my siblings went to boarding school. for those who know me, that phase was really long ago.

just when i was succeeding in this celibacy stunt, halfway thru campus i met someone actually made me change my mind. for good.

i think i could have become a semi-tomboy. too bad gungas did the switch before it even happened.

everyone knows i want 7 kids coz i've grown up in a family of 7 kids and everyone knows my family is the perfect family. u actually wont beleive this but i think i'll seriously cut to five. that's serious coz before, it was '7-kids-but-i'll-compromise-on-5-if-u-blackmail-me-or-sth.' me deciding on 5 kids means either no compromise or;-i cant even mention it. so how did this switch start to happen? the kids came back from boarding school last friday.

speaking of the kids, i need a freeaky friday. before, it was ok because they were young, and not all my big sisters were married. now, they're teenagers and my big sisters are either married or not coming back to Ug. my eldest sis always complained. it's taken a switch from middle kid to eldest in the house for me to finally understand her. so now that i do, can i get switched back? unless there's an angel on the way to do something to my heart and tell me something i just seem to not be getting. there had better be one and, she'd better come soon, coz it's not exactly nice when all u can do is swallow and go on with your life! can i skip to the part where i live happily ever after?

the current dilemma is;

kids. i've spent about two weeks, doing all the housework(for my parents, 2 vistors and i, only), having the tv to myself, being alone in the house during the day, trying to start to finish my report. yes, it does get lonely, and yes, i do think of weird things. dilemma; is this worse than the fact that the noisy kids came back from baording school today, turned the tv volume to full blast before demanding a special welcome-home lunch for me, and messed up my room which is now the girls room? i mean, they'll do the housework now, and i dont just have myself to talk to. and they'll keep me away from tv by watching their lousy programms so i'll probably do my report. grr... should i be thankful or not!*?! grrr!!!!!!

ok people! i get it. i understand. i have noticed. so i did a triple posting thing. no big deal. everyone gets stressed out once in a while ryt? ok, fyn i know i whine about being stressed a little more than once in a while, but that's normal, ryt? even wen u end up posting something thrice, ryt? good. so now i dont have to apologise to my fans, we've all been there. besides, i've rectified the problem so no excuses pea. and besides, think of it as style, uniquness; got ya'll talking about my blog and calling me to ask me about this new triple-posting thing i was doing. everyone was sending me sms' to ask me watsup. i should do it again. but! dont take up the style guys, coz am not about to post a comment thrice myself. lets leave it for the stressed out people.

speaking of which, the moment u've all been waiting for is finally come;- crys is back! ok, that's just one of the moments. the other moment u've all been waiting for is finally come;- check out crys-unstressed! seriously. ladies and gentlemen, bloggers and the rest of the world, bear witness to this statement; 'for all the times i ever said any nasty thing about any lecturer of mine, for any hate i may have shown, i take it all back. 4 real. i put pen to paper and sign on it. i really take it all back. and hereby declare that my lecturers are the best things (some of the best things) that ever happened to me.' in case u live on some other planet and have not heard;- MY LECTURERS WENT ON STRIKE!!!!!!! (read, 'my beloved lecturers'). and because of that, i do not have class till january. and even then, it wont be real classes, just a time of finishing up tests and courseworks and then doing exams then going back home for a while and then starting my last semester. so either way, there's no lectures for me till next sem! gosh i love Ug. people, this is one of the best moments ever, thank u, thank u very much.

i feel like running onto stage and receiving some kind of award for this history-making, award-winning moment. let's assume i'm at the grammy's, or academy's, anything u want except the pam awards and any awards given exclusively to americans, and i'm dressed in this sleek, chic long, evening dress that just hugs me enuf to make u all want me to be a model, and my hair is three times the length it is now, all stretched, straight and shiny, falling back over my shoulders, with a few strands randomly hanging over my left-or ryt eye, whichever u want; glistening in the lights that only shine on stars;...

first of all, i'd like to thank God, who looks at the heart no matter how much u try to pray with the rest of the church that the strike doesnt continue. i tried so hard to be like every one else but the desires of my heart demanded that this strike continue so that i get time to finish my 50-page tourism report on my class trips.

i'd like to thank all strikers, and strike-stopping policemen, for not killing a student this time. u have made history (a 3-year record of history;- for the time i've been at campus,) by holding the first peaceful strike. peaceful meaning noone died and innocent arrested students released after only about 3 days.

oh! and i here cant forget to thank our guild president, who went on hunger strike demanding that the arrested students be released. he not only braved this alone, but ordered all campus halls' dining rooms to stop serving food because all students were to mourn their locked up colleagues and go on hunger strike. (whoever did not comply could be beaten by the gallant lumumbists or watever they call themselves).

i especially thank the president of my country for sending away my lecturers without even batting an eye and without much of a kind word, the first time they bombarded the state house. because of u, they took the strike furthur, and i had a free week at campus before being sent home for the even bigger holiday. and thanx for not increasing their salaries yet. please dont, until i finish my report. i'll get back to it as soon as i get tired of tv at home, so, mr president, continue to busy yourself with the queen's visit next year, the country's daily power cuts, and war in the north, and oil in lake albert, and leave my lecturers and report alone.

of course, what would this be, if i did not thank the initiators of this important time? everybody, please do give a round of applause or three for my very own beloved lecturers, who braved the entire government and university council, and demanded justice be done to their exploited, overworked souls. ok; demanded more money. honestly, these guys work a lot. i have a lecturer for instance, who actually makes it to his 7am lecture every tuesday, and still teaches evening students. and he doesnt even have a car. and he's not the only one. and this is just the arts faculty. i dont want to think of what its like for lecturers in the technology faculty. or even (gulp) med school. gooness, the lawyers who teach the law students, teachers, who teach future teachers, computer wizards who teach even parliamentarians how to use computers! and what about political science lecturers who saw most of our government workors and parliamentarians through to where they are now, earning millions and forgetting about their past tutors without whose education services, they'd be nowhere?! no, this must not be. this is not a school, hello, this is Makerere university, with the ivory tower? one of the best in africa? give our beloved lecturers money. but not now, of course, after my report is done. thank God the lecturers didnt beleive the lies of the peace talks and agree to start teaching again before their salaries are raised. (see i told u they were lovable, i think)

and last but not least. my fellow students. as soon as the lecturers were sent back from state house the first time, u striked as well. u beleive in our lecturers, and joined in the struggle for their rights. the fact that u were just buying yourslves more time out of class is irrelevant. u braved the patrolling policemen and hunger strike. boys in my hostel poured buckets of water over the can of tear gas that the police threw into our compound, thus allowing me to chat away with my friends about this extra time we had to finish our work, without being choked to unconsciousness. we even got to celebrate the whole week with pork and movies, before thinking about our work. u, students, threatened the police so much, that all roads to makerere were blocked, and the rest of the town suffered jam. thus wandegeya road was so free and easy to walk on, i almost wished u could strike everyday. u shouted the traditional university war cries till u all lost your voices. u even endured wearing those ugly, red undergraduate gowns(a.k.a. aprons) that caused all shopkeepers to lock up, fearing to be robbed during the strike, so it wasnt that great walking on a car-free, crowd-free wandegeya road after all. nevertheless, u joined our lecturers in making history; the first time makerere university was closed before exams were done, and because of a strike.
p.s: i hear there were strikes in kenyan and tanzanian universities as well. this east african confederation/union thing is proving to be more convenient than i thought.

people, after all is said and done, i'd like to conclude by accepting this award (the early holiday), and to all the people i've mentioned, i couldnt have done it withou u. thank u, thank u very much, i love u (am blowing kisses now), i love u all, God bless u!

i was flipping thru one of my old journals/poem books, when i came accross this thing i call i poem, that so much describes what i am going through this academic year. i am very aware that i am always complaining about my books and all, and people are about to start suggesting i should rename my blog to stressed-out-student or something like that, but then i am also aware that this is my blog and i can call it watever i want wenever i want, and blog about anything i want to and u cant do anything about it. (except get bored and stop commenting but i'd recommend u dont miss out on this blog that way). thus said, i hereby present,

A POEM I WROTE WEN I WAS STRESSED BY SCHOOL IN FIRST YEAR:

today was a lousy day
but for the sake of being jolly;
i'll declare it was a lovely day
and activate my positive thinking.

it was a day full of challenges,
and limits to stretch,
depression to overcome,
and goals to set;

goals to define,
and goals to reach,
better lifestyles to adapt,
and resolutions to meet.

with God by my side,
to be my best friend for always,
(it makes me feel guilty
when i only remember Him on such bad days).

today was a struggle,
for serenity and peace.
i woke up only to haggle,
as you can see.

no today was not the best
fora a tourism student like me;
for this morning we had a surprise test
in lecture TOU 1203!
why didnt i just sleep?!!*!