Frustration…your middle name is Valentia.
So I take myself to my usual nook in uni to try and work…and find the comps misbehaving..aarrgghh..I was so mad..til I heard this lady come and say that the comps were down..I couldn’t open my work..or save any work subsequently…I’m mad!
Now I’m feeling de-syked…Motivation shouldn’t come from a place should it? But mine kinda does….that specific area of the room…my notes on one side, bag on the other..phone in view..chocolate for those moments where I can’t understand anything…some maji (volvic…yummm)..and some soothing music…come to quite love the R&B stations on Yahoo….very mellow..
But today..I can’t have any of that…<<sulks big time>>
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Moving on to other rants…
So Val was in bed late on a Saturday night…feeling sick and generally crap…and when I’m in that state of mind I don’t want conversation..especially from people who irritate me…so after a calming hour spent watching cartoons (Scooby Doo..and some Pepe le Pew)..I managed to fall asleep…and was woken up less than 20 minutes by some idiot car driving outside with the stereo cranked up…si I thought the car was passing..but no!!!
It stopped outside my house…and I get a call from him…and his friend..ati I should get out of the house…I was so mad! Why? Because he had called earlier on in the day..and I was very clear when I said I was feeling like crap…so not up for ANY company..clearly some people hear what they want. I refused to get out of bed..and instead launched into a tirade…Hoping he’ll remember that the next time he tries a stupid stunt like that…
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So you decide to go for a girl’s night out…and you’re having a good time til this goon of a man walks towards you (actually moving his crotch towards us in what he imagined to be a sexy move..uurrgghh)..and proceed to make a fool of himself. What goes on in these guys’ minds?? Like seriously…you know the breed, the type who try and dance with u..by pressing themselves against your back, make wierd comments…etc.
This one kept on talking about how he could tell we were Kenyans..because we had ‘ivad’...huh??? Like honestly who uses this word..to refer to a person?? Someone explain this to me please.. Gross…gross gross…we tried to evade him by dancing away from him…but nothing worked..It reached a point I got so mad I told him to tafuta the furthest corner of the club..and position himself there…Now this may sound really bitchy..but why is it that most club predators are short, not well dressed, loud hints of BO here and there..but yet have the confidence to imagine that they look like Boris Kodjoe?? (Vals shake head in puzzlement)
Playing:
- My place- Tweet
- Love you down- Inoj
- Boyfriend/girlfriend (remix)- Cside ft Keyshia Cole
