My ppl, It is yet another day, the 18th of october actually, and I am blogging from the great St Louis airport..I forget what the name of it is... Anyway, I just got off work about 3 hours ago, and I barely had time to rush home and freshen up before heading to the airport. Yes o, that is what I said. I am scheduled to be in Las Vegas in a couple of hours, but that is another tori.
The point of this here particular blog is to whine, for lack of a better word, about our small a** planes. I knew it wasn't going to be as big as a boeing 747 (insert names for bigger planes here...) or anything like that since it said it was an american conection flight ( someone pls explain the difference!). But I thought that it would at least have the 10 rows that are common with those type of planes. As soon as I boarded, I knew it was not going to be the smoothest of rides. Those pple knew what they were talking about when they said connection flight. I can almost swear that the whole plane was smaller than the regular molue that tranports pple around the Lagos area. Did I say almost? Well, scratch that! I meant most definitely. I could not stand straight while walking the aisle to find my seat. As a matter of fact, it felt like I was crawling ( I wonder who the rocket scientist was that came up with a plane size that small).
I finally found my seat and got myself ready for takeoff. Mind you, I walked all the way to the front of the damn thing and back before finding my seat. I guess in my subconsciousness, I was hoping for hidden cabins. Imagine my suprise when I realized there wasn't any. I have no idea why I deluded myself into thinking that I could take a nap for a couple of minutes ehn (I had just gotten off work and I hadn't slept at all). The takeoff was anything but smooth, it felt as though I was riding the vertical velocity at an amsement park and I was suspended in air for what seemed like ages. The whole 45minutes of it was absolutely terrifying ( and that is saying a lot seeing as how I usually love to fly).
Anyway, come landing time, and I could feel my gut running away from me. And I mean that almost literally. Does that make sense? I am not even sure anymore. When we finally disembarked, I almost kissed the ground. I can't believe that I will be going through this again in a couple of days. I am starting to think that maybe I should just drive.
OK, Now that I have whined a little( again insert better word here), I think I will go to starbucks and order myself a white chocolate mocha and a muffin to calm my nerves while i wait for my connecting flight to Vegas, where the world awaits. Till next time...
Friday, November 03, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
2nd chances...a little too melodramatic, u think?
I don't quite remember how many times have heard the phrase "be greatful for what you have right now because it can be taken from you at any time."
The real meaning of some things (e.g. phrases like that and sometimes life in general) gets lost on me sometimes. Maybe because I don't try hard enough to understand it.
I don't think I'm that far from the truth when I assume that each one of us has at some point in our lives taken things for granted that we should have been very grateful for...
What is the point of my being "ridiculously" (?) philosophical today, I feel myself being asked? It's about everything, it's taking a step back and enjoying life for what it is at every second, regardless of how broke you are or how unfair you think life is is treating you at the moment ( among other things). Above all, it's giving thanks to God for His mercies and grace every waking moments of our lives.
I had the day off work last thursday and had planned lunch with a friend. We went to Saputo's ( an italian ristorante in the downtown Springfield area). I really did not do much after I got home even though I stayed up. My friend showed up at my place later on @ night and we played phase 10 ( a card game that every household should have). After that, we watched a couple of movies ( first casanova: which I still think everyone should see, and then monsoon wedding: eh, it was an ok indian movie... or maybe it's hindu. someone please tell me the difference!).
Anyway, I finally went to sleep at about 6am and woke up some 8hrs later feeling tired, so I just stayed in bed. While laying, I canceled my plans for the evening and called my sista( I talk to her a lot) and told her I was tired. A little while after I got off the phone I started to feel hot (and if u're thinking menopause, you couldn't be any farther from the answer). Thinking that the heater was turned on too high I got up to lower the temp control only to find out that it wasn't even on ( and it was about 45degrees outside).
Anyway, I walked over to the sliding door, so I could open it and I started to feel dizzy. The next thing I remember my younger brother ( we live together) was asking me what I was doing on the floor. I had apparently passed out and fell the 90degrees to the floor, hitting my head. I had a killer headache when I tried to get up and for a while I was not sure where I was or what I was doing there. Seeing as how I still felt dizzy, I asked to be taken to the ER (My very first hospital visit... for something serious... since I was born).
The doctor thought it might have been some kind of vagal reaction ( ask me how long it took their whole team to figure that out!!) because they could not figure out what else could have caused the temporary loss of consciousness. Mind you this was after I was poked for blood, and had to have fluids passed ( which I don't remember getting... they better not bill me for that). Oh, and did I mention that I had to have an EKG done and a CT scan of the brain.
Thankfully all my my labs came back ok and I was discharged with instructions to follow up wit my GP.
Now that I have had time to think about the event I can only be greatful to God for still wanting me above ground and be really thankful my brother was at home, because i might still be passed out right now ( and before you start wondering, alcohol had nothing to do with it)...
I can now surmise that I still have a bunch of people I need to bug... among other things.
No seriously, I am just really thankful, more so than usual, and maybe I look at things a little bit diffrently now... but who ever said that was a bad thing?
The real meaning of some things (e.g. phrases like that and sometimes life in general) gets lost on me sometimes. Maybe because I don't try hard enough to understand it.
I don't think I'm that far from the truth when I assume that each one of us has at some point in our lives taken things for granted that we should have been very grateful for...
What is the point of my being "ridiculously" (?) philosophical today, I feel myself being asked? It's about everything, it's taking a step back and enjoying life for what it is at every second, regardless of how broke you are or how unfair you think life is is treating you at the moment ( among other things). Above all, it's giving thanks to God for His mercies and grace every waking moments of our lives.
I had the day off work last thursday and had planned lunch with a friend. We went to Saputo's ( an italian ristorante in the downtown Springfield area). I really did not do much after I got home even though I stayed up. My friend showed up at my place later on @ night and we played phase 10 ( a card game that every household should have). After that, we watched a couple of movies ( first casanova: which I still think everyone should see, and then monsoon wedding: eh, it was an ok indian movie... or maybe it's hindu. someone please tell me the difference!).
Anyway, I finally went to sleep at about 6am and woke up some 8hrs later feeling tired, so I just stayed in bed. While laying, I canceled my plans for the evening and called my sista( I talk to her a lot) and told her I was tired. A little while after I got off the phone I started to feel hot (and if u're thinking menopause, you couldn't be any farther from the answer). Thinking that the heater was turned on too high I got up to lower the temp control only to find out that it wasn't even on ( and it was about 45degrees outside).
Anyway, I walked over to the sliding door, so I could open it and I started to feel dizzy. The next thing I remember my younger brother ( we live together) was asking me what I was doing on the floor. I had apparently passed out and fell the 90degrees to the floor, hitting my head. I had a killer headache when I tried to get up and for a while I was not sure where I was or what I was doing there. Seeing as how I still felt dizzy, I asked to be taken to the ER (My very first hospital visit... for something serious... since I was born).
The doctor thought it might have been some kind of vagal reaction ( ask me how long it took their whole team to figure that out!!) because they could not figure out what else could have caused the temporary loss of consciousness. Mind you this was after I was poked for blood, and had to have fluids passed ( which I don't remember getting... they better not bill me for that). Oh, and did I mention that I had to have an EKG done and a CT scan of the brain.
Thankfully all my my labs came back ok and I was discharged with instructions to follow up wit my GP.
Now that I have had time to think about the event I can only be greatful to God for still wanting me above ground and be really thankful my brother was at home, because i might still be passed out right now ( and before you start wondering, alcohol had nothing to do with it)...
I can now surmise that I still have a bunch of people I need to bug... among other things.
No seriously, I am just really thankful, more so than usual, and maybe I look at things a little bit diffrently now... but who ever said that was a bad thing?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The Departed...
It has been a while since the last time I posted anything anywhere. The last week was unusually busy for me. So much so that I had no personal time for myself (na so so wahala pesin dey try correct). It seemed to me as though I had barely fnished working on one task before I was whisked away to begin on another. In the seconds I was able to steal to ponder on things, I promised myself that I was going to celebrate the end of the week by seeing a movie, and maybe take in dinner at an Italian restaurant I'd had my eye on since I spotted it some months back, and maybe I will squeeze in a prayer or two for a much better week to come. (who knows...)
I woke up this morning feeling unexplainably tired. My friend was s'posed to call and confirm what movie we were going to see. (Maybe I was s'posed to call her...I forget these things. I guess that's why a lot of people transpose the digits that make up my age. Now I think about it, I can't blame them one bit).
Anyway, while I was waiting for my friend to call, I figured I would finish the remaining tasks I had to work on. (I have to admit that it never once occured to me to call her. I think I am losing it. Huh, I wonder if I need medication for that yet).
After I get done, I decide to do my laundry... somethng I had been putting off for a couple of weeks because of the hectic schedule I've had. I finished the laundry and was putting stuff away when my friend (bet u'r wondering by now if she has a name or not. I would tell u, but what does it really matter, right?) called and told me she just woke up. Imagine that...It was 6pm and she just woke up. The rest of the world (ok, so I exaggerate a little) had already been up for twelve hours.
We decided on The Departed after screening all the movies that were playing and noting the ones that were just a waste of two hours (and most of them were).
Fast forward a little bit and we are at the theater. The movie had been playing for about five minutes when I finally got settled in my seat. I of course began multitasking again...Keeping your eyes on the screen while munching on nachos, and sipping on soda is not an easy job, but one of the few jobs I don't mind doing.
An hour into the movie and the already thick plot is thickening even more and I am thinking to myself that this is one of the best movies I've seen this year (and that is saying a lot since the movies that came out this year have literally been crap). Anyway, the movie ends, I turned ova to where my frind was sitting and we both agreed that it was a good movie, but felt like there was going to be a second part to it (and maybe a third if they feel so inclined. As if another trilogy is what we need. I am not bitter sha).
On the way home from the theater, I am thinking to myself, trying to figure out why the movie is titled The Departed. I pulled into my parking spot and the answer comes to me. Half the characters in the movie were killed. I can only assume the other half would be killed if they ever try to make a sequel... unless the sequel is titled The Returned, in which case the original cast will return. I wonder if that is too freaky even for television.
I am lounging on my sofa trying to recapture the events of the past week, and see how much dent I put on my workload, and I realized I did nothing at all the past week other than my laundry and the drive I made to go see my family (mind you they live in a different city, three hours drive from me). The rest of the time, I basically spent lounging from one spot to the other.
Hmm. It's hard to believe that I was so busy doing nothing that I did not have time to do anything that needed done. I wonder what the next week will bring.
Until then...
I woke up this morning feeling unexplainably tired. My friend was s'posed to call and confirm what movie we were going to see. (Maybe I was s'posed to call her...I forget these things. I guess that's why a lot of people transpose the digits that make up my age. Now I think about it, I can't blame them one bit).
Anyway, while I was waiting for my friend to call, I figured I would finish the remaining tasks I had to work on. (I have to admit that it never once occured to me to call her. I think I am losing it. Huh, I wonder if I need medication for that yet).
After I get done, I decide to do my laundry... somethng I had been putting off for a couple of weeks because of the hectic schedule I've had. I finished the laundry and was putting stuff away when my friend (bet u'r wondering by now if she has a name or not. I would tell u, but what does it really matter, right?) called and told me she just woke up. Imagine that...It was 6pm and she just woke up. The rest of the world (ok, so I exaggerate a little) had already been up for twelve hours.
We decided on The Departed after screening all the movies that were playing and noting the ones that were just a waste of two hours (and most of them were).
Fast forward a little bit and we are at the theater. The movie had been playing for about five minutes when I finally got settled in my seat. I of course began multitasking again...Keeping your eyes on the screen while munching on nachos, and sipping on soda is not an easy job, but one of the few jobs I don't mind doing.
An hour into the movie and the already thick plot is thickening even more and I am thinking to myself that this is one of the best movies I've seen this year (and that is saying a lot since the movies that came out this year have literally been crap). Anyway, the movie ends, I turned ova to where my frind was sitting and we both agreed that it was a good movie, but felt like there was going to be a second part to it (and maybe a third if they feel so inclined. As if another trilogy is what we need. I am not bitter sha).
On the way home from the theater, I am thinking to myself, trying to figure out why the movie is titled The Departed. I pulled into my parking spot and the answer comes to me. Half the characters in the movie were killed. I can only assume the other half would be killed if they ever try to make a sequel... unless the sequel is titled The Returned, in which case the original cast will return. I wonder if that is too freaky even for television.
I am lounging on my sofa trying to recapture the events of the past week, and see how much dent I put on my workload, and I realized I did nothing at all the past week other than my laundry and the drive I made to go see my family (mind you they live in a different city, three hours drive from me). The rest of the time, I basically spent lounging from one spot to the other.
Hmm. It's hard to believe that I was so busy doing nothing that I did not have time to do anything that needed done. I wonder what the next week will bring.
Until then...
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
My dear Bims, Congratulations!!!
My cuz just got a job, in NJ so i'm pretty happy for her ( and for myslef too). I guess it's partly because I am expecting a bigger package for xmas from her, but I know it's mostly because i know she deserves it especially since she had to cross a major border ( diff countries). B4 i keep rambling on, I just wanted to say Kudos cuz.... It's been long coming.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
WHERE TO BEGIN???
So,
i read me emails today (it has been long ovadue), n I see a post from a friend about this blogger thing. It is kinda cool, so i figure I'll start posting stuff too. This way at least ppl have my permission to read my diary.
Lest i forget, thanks Deewan for sending the post.
I s'pose I will continue this as I go along.
Till my next post, stay tuned!!!
i read me emails today (it has been long ovadue), n I see a post from a friend about this blogger thing. It is kinda cool, so i figure I'll start posting stuff too. This way at least ppl have my permission to read my diary.
Lest i forget, thanks Deewan for sending the post.
I s'pose I will continue this as I go along.
Till my next post, stay tuned!!!
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