BOREDOM

[NGONGE]

Airplanes in the park

 

Today, I saw an airplane. I can’t tell what airline it was. I was walking in the park and the airplane was far away in the sky. I kept on walking while looking up and trying to work out what country that plane belongs to. I then noticed that the plane wasn’t going that fast. I knew it was going really fast but to my naked eye it didn’t seem as if it was! I lowered my head and looked ahead. The park was almost empty and my path forward was clear. I looked up at the airplane and noticed that it was a “couple of meters†ahead of me. I looked ahead again then looked up at the plane. I started running and looking up at the plane. I almost caught up with it. I started thinking of the Olympics. I should have been at the Olympics! I started thinking of running the 100 meters in Athens. Is there enough time left for me to make it there? Could I win it? Of course I could. I’ve just beaten a plane, man. What’s the speed of mere mortals when compared to a 747? I started dreaming of lining up against world record holders and wanna bees. I knew I had the beating of all of them. I started thinking of my preparations for the race. I’ll need to work on my running style. I’ll need to stick to my lane. I’ll need to know how to get out of the blocks quickly enough. Aaah! Blocks? I had no blocks when I beat the plane. Aaah, plane? What are the chances of a plane flying past just as the gun goes at the start of the Olympic 100 meter final?

I decided to run the marathon instead.

[Jumatatu]

sxb it is evidently clear that you are still stuck with the four channels.....something serioiusly needs to be done before u start thinking you can fly.....knowing that u live on a sixth floor apartment. :rolleyes:

[NGONGE]

^^^ I Know

 

Last night, I dreamt that everything was working fine. Woke up this morning and went straight to check if my dream was real. It wasn’t. Still only four channels.

 

I hate all this LNB1 & LNB2, DIESq and all the other stuff. Now, I wish I never bothered with it.

 

On a lighter note, have you seen the Somali satellite channel? The one on VTV! There is a great and silly advert for “Global Money Transferâ€. Check it out.

[-Serenity-]

Did you also hear the long..almost 10mins song for Daallo airlines? It always comes at the end of the hr.

 

[Rising Phoenix]

Ok, well...I took that test....

 

Your sanity is wearing thin

Figures

 

Also, I thought the summer was only boring for students? Unless you lot are like this all year long....

 

Dang...

[raula]

someone is MALNOURISHED or not getting enough of vitamin K( )or the attention he used to get now has been diverted somewhere else. I feel sorry for this fella

[Som@li]

Ngonge,,are u actin man? if not,you really need help,, meet real pple,go out there and socialise,,it will help u before u cross the line.

[NGONGE]

When I woke up this morning, I felt real sick. I felt dizzy. I almost suffered from a blackout as I got out of bed! I steadied myself by leaning on the wall for a couple of seconds. I slowly moved my hand away from the wall and moved my left leg forward. That’s when my illness was confirmed; I usually move my RIGHT leg first. I slowly walked to the toilet. Five minutes later, I got there and held on to the door, taking deep breaths. I wanted to go back to bed, sleep and feel better again. The bed was too far away!

 

I picked up my toothbrush and started lazily brushing my teeth. The feeling of giddiness got worse. I stopped. I rinsed my mouth. As I was bending down rinsing my mouth, I heard a rumbling sound come from my stomach. The noise got louder. I had thunder in my stomach and lightning in my eyes but I heroically held off the rain. I ran to the toilet seat, I stumbled then got up. I felt like vomiting. I tried to run back to the washbasin. The pain in my stomach got worse. I panicked. All these feelings were putting huge pressure on my already fragile nervous system. Shutdown was imminent. What if I fainted, started leaking from both sides and was then found by my mother-in-law? Which side would she start wiping first? I thought of my friend who really hates his mother-in-law and wondered if he would have loved to swap places with me! I thought of DEATH. What if this was it? I didn’t like the idea of dying like a burst water balloon. Told myself to get a grip. Steadied myself and put my right leg forward....

I hereby instruct you all that in the event of me fainting while on this site, you should secure the premises and call my mother.

[Jumatatu]

Are you still in the toilet sxb ? If you are I would have suggested a remedy to get rid of that nausea you are suffering from. It is common what you are feeling especially after you have been deprived of for such a long time.

[NGONGE]

^^^^^ Saqaajaaan fooqal saqaajaaan.

[NGONGE]

Today, I woke up feeling great. I got dressed and left for work. I don’t know what made me happy but I was. I wasn’t even walking; I was floating all the way to the bus stop. When I got there, I decided that it would be a waste to wait for a hot and stuffy bus and that I should walk to the station. So I did. On my way there, all the women looked extra beautiful. The streets looked extra clean and there was hardly any traffic on the roads. My good mood started to change! Surely things couldn’t be THAT perfect. It’s the quite before the storm. Something is bound to go wrong now. I started to slow down, I thought of taking the bus. I worried that I might be late for work if I didn’t. Then I changed my mind. What if I took the bus but it broke down on the way? What if at the precise minute I got on the bus, lots of traffic materialised out of thin air? I better carry on walking. What if it started raining? I better take the bus. It took me twenty minutes to walk to the station (instead of the usual ten). When I tried to get in I discovered that I forgot my Travel card at home. I knew something was going to go wrong, I knew it! I rushed back home, got my travel card and went out again. This time, I was not feeling happy at all. The streets looked dirty, the women were all old and haggard and there was lots of traffic. I took the bus. The central line had problems, the Piccadilly line had problems and I got to work late. I went to my boss to apologise for my lateness and give him some made up story about some accident on the way to work. He looked surprised to see me and said “ I thought you were on holiday today?†Now I know why I woke up happy, man.

[checkmate]

Nin waalan ....loooooooooool@travel card

 

 

asxantu

[NGONGE]

Tonight, I was bored again. I couldn't sleep. I decided to switch my TV on and watch a couple of News Channels. The News depressed me. I changed channels and decided to see if I could find a film to watch. I didn't. I switched the TV off and sat thinking of things to do to alleviate my boredom. I finally decided to switch my Computer on and serf the net. I logged into this site. I clicked on the latest threads. Some made sense and others didn't. I saw some sort of cyber fight; surely not another one?

I read the thread to the end. I was amazed by the different styles of writing. Some were full of emotion while others were subtle and more venomous! I found the exchanges very amusing. I was dying to join the discussion. I wasn't sure which side to take. I'd read a post and find myself agreeing with the author and wanting to take his side, then I'd read the reply and find myself agreeing with his foe too. The game of ping pong continued. I forgot all about my boredom. I found myself getting angry for no reason. I wanted to wax lyrical about Bantus, the people of Galkacayo and Muslim women in Mosques. I wanted to skin and de-skin Dijubuti. I wanted to ban the "baro" family. I wanted to ban Mutakalim. My anger rose furthermore. I wanted to pick up my monitor and smash it against the wall! Then I remembered how expensive it was and what a waste that would be. I berated myself for worrying about monitors and material goods when I didn't give a hoot about myself and my mental health by getting angry over words on a screen. I started to calm down. I decided to read the threads from a neutral point of view. Promised myself not to get angry anymore. For a good while, I managed to stick to my promise. When I read something provocative, I'd smile. When I noticed someone getting emotional, I'd find it amusing and think to myself "poor souls don't know what I know".

 

I was still in my happy and jolly state when I stumbled upon a comment criticising this post as being trivial! This was it, that monitor was going to hit the wall any minute now. It took a Herculean effort to control my emotions. My great mental strength and superior intellect helped in taming my anger. I decided to reply to the charge. I decided to tell whoever it was, that I was doing them a great service by sharing my most private of thoughts with them. I was about to tell them that this was a great opportunity to learn from a better, wiser and more experienced person and that they should not let this opportunity pass them by. I was confused, lost and bewildered. Surely my greatness is as obvious as the Saharan heat? I started wondering that maybe it's my writing style that's at fault. Nay, it's not my writing style. How could it be? With my short sentences and minimum punctuation, even a child would be able to accumulate a pocketful of my pearls of wisdom! I decided to read my words again and see where the "trivia" charge arose from. I did. My words were still as great as they were the first time I scattered them into my keyboard. Doubt started to creep in. Maybe I'm not as great as I thought I was? Maybe I'm deluding myself? I liked the idea of deluding myself. It made me feel oridnary, modest and really down to earth. It didn't last long though. I found myself floating up again and thinking that even the most educated of mice, would still have difficulty understanding the language of lions. I sniggered to myself, roared loudly and got ready to post this trivial post.

[- Femme -]

LOoooooooooooooooooooooooL. Im gonna risk enlarging your oversized ego by saying UR DAMN AWESOME NGONGE. LOL. YOur modesty and humbleness takes my breath away and makes me feel ashamed of myself.

[Viking]

NGONGE,

Your life reminds me of a movie I watched a few years ago called 'Office space'. Go rent it and tell me whether I am wrong.