Monday, 26 January 2015. The last DM I sent on my phone. It took just 5 seconds and what was a phone tweeting an explanation to my boss was now in the hands of a cunning thief dashing across the road to the dark and crowded Nakasero market. I imagine he saw the taxi approaching the market. But he saw more than the taxi. He saw a young man plugged in, holding a 6 inch screen smartphone. My phone died on duty; it died an honourable death. Following the phone theft at.

I am not your weekend special. Who dried all the flowers to make tea? I want to be young again. I am not your weekend special. Funny how the biggest talents have the most interesting short comings. Weekend Special , the song that apparently catapulted her to rock stardom and the title of the book is one of the only ones I had never listened to.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014. I wish it was really Christmas. No one would be jealous for not being invited to any Christmas parties or getting gift from all their many friends.

Abonne-toi à mon blog! Since you left , i miss you so much .