battle songs

“Gonna keep marchin’ on, to the sound of her own beatin’ drum”

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Am I the only one in this b________ who loves p_____?!

The way place names are written in some Russian novels like “in the province of R______” ወዘተ:: P_______ could stand for Pepsi for all we know. I did some search and turns out there is a song linking the two:

Is it just me or does the Pepsi logo kind of resemble a p_______? Then again, the way mirages of water appear to a thirsty traveler in the desert, so does one begin to see the p________ in everything and everyone.

I come to you, dear reader, from my hangover bed. It is 3:30 in the afternoon and can’t get myself to get up for lunch; so I am making do with a certain monocled fellow:

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Here is what my daily Russian roulette with the Holy Bible has provided

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Proverbs 20:13

Last night I hung out with the guys from school. There was chopsticks, bottles and karaoke; two guys, four girls. The problems with the composition of our group: numero uno, there is that probability of six people getting deadlocked should some very important decision, say, what kind of beer to get, were put to the vote; and dos, found out only last night that dude was gay (doubling the number of the actual flesh and blood gay people that I know), or should I say LGBT 🙂 Small wonder he was trying to recruit more dudes to the outing. I took offense in retrospect. Apparently, he does not find me hot. Don’t get me wrong. I also take offense when the girls keep talking about hot guys as if I am not there with them. I mean, hello, aspiring hot guy in your midst, ladies! Sucks to be the uncle figure.

I had to vie for the mike with two of the girls who went through most of today’s bubblegum pop. We were split into two cohorts of millennials and our tastes in music did not exactly match. And it was reckless of me to have shown the affinity for the mike that I did in a gay man’s pad. But ye all know what ethanol does to your cell membranes, making your proteins act all weird. He even serenaded me! Despite words in my head, my response to that was to play along like “True dat!” I joined him in belting out “Losing my Religion” although the song’s coming-out-of-the-closet-undertones were not lost on me:

He is a cool cat though. A man’s man if you will. He liked my song choices: what more could I ask from a person? And when I was about to do Maxwell, he tried to look out for me like “Are you sure man?  Maxwell is hard” (today everything seems to come out wrong) and I was like “That’s the point!”  And then we were like…

Is it not wonderful, how the simple word “like” has become the antidote to society’s bane of he say she say?

The best joke from the night: put some glycerol in your love and store it in aliquots in a -80 0C fridge –it will not go bad.

Got introduced to some cool music btw. Looks like there are still some decent acts left out there 🙂

Remember when people used to say that Michael changed his skin because he was ashamed of being black and now he is insulting black people አር ዩ መንኪ አር ዩ መንኪ 🙂

God bless the home girl that drove us home; and Siri too.

I was reminding myself to not to forget to memorize the route to my place yesterday morning on the way to school. And I had forgotten to do that 🙂  Yep. Six months and I sometimes find it hard to find my bearings.

I guess the point I am trying to make is that, as far as the expedition to the province P________ is concerned, boy am I in the wrong search party.

በመጨረሻም

እና

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Now it’s 6:05

አተረጓጎም

Some of the following might seem like nitpicking but…

psalms 46

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Psalm 46

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in troubleTherefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. 

proverbs 3vs

Proverbs 3

1 My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart, 2 for they will prolong your life many years and bring you prosperity. 3 Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. 4 Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man. 5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding
galatians 5

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Galatians 5

19 The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20 idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.

I wonder what the Hebrew, Aramaic and Greek versions say.

Still in the ሕዝብ ለሕዝብ mood:: ወልማሚት sounds like a nice term of endearment. የኔ ወልማሚት, ወልማሚቴ, …እንደቀለበቴ ግቢ ብል ይሻላል 🙂

እና ደግሞ ሴቶቻችን

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And a crescendo

እና እና ደግሞ መልካም ሁዳዴ!

የእህት ቀን

Have I ever told how amazing my sister is? All of my four sisters are amazing in fact. But she is the one I could tell anything and everything to, including dirty jokes. She massages my back when it hurts. One could always find some kind of snack in her room and finish it before she even gets a chance to taste it. She gave our home phone number to one of her high school friends, just for the fun of it, and የተረገመች ልጅ called me, and played me. Through the years, we would መኮራረፍ for weeks at a stretch, but hey, ብርሌ እንኳን ይጋጫል::

I know she got my back, we go way back, duh!, and I hope we get to go way in front. I will be going to their house and telling her husband ዞር ዞር ብለህ ና, ጨዋታ ብጤ አለችን::

And today I received these from her:

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Ill-advised (a bit like this), spending all that money on postage fees. I have told her as much, and she had decided even before I did to not send stuff to me ever again. Still, that does not take away anything from the package. Quality stuff from a quality girl, heart of gold (with some impure spots whence are spawned devious plans to play games on her brother.)

Had run out of ቶሞካ and ሮቤራ:: Coffee is a big part of my day. The one I bought here either too weak or too strong እየሆነ አስቸገረኝ:: Now problem has been solved big time. See how big the packages are?! ግን አማርኛው ለምን አነሰ? Robera, although a close second in taste, it somehow makes up for in decent Amharic print on the packaging.

I remember GeTere’s post from a few years back where he was wary of telling people that his stash has been replenished. But I ain’t like him. My coffee is to be shared as has been stated here.

አያችሁ ladies and gentlemen?  See what I did there? I just pulled up a few of our old posts in my cheap effort to write a new one. I also threw in my good sister for good measure. I should not even be blogging ye all. After getting slaughtered this afternoon in the test, to the point of forgetting we had another class, maybe it would be best to be reading than writing shit.

Fuck it though. Sisters deserve a post, music, and a day of the year dedicated to them.

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In the absence of music praising the highly significant contribution of sisters in the advancement of brotherly causes, I am forced to 🙂

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