If I so much as hear a peep about marriage, I am going to burst!
Is it the new thing of 2007 that people have to talk about damn marriages? hell, don't get me wrong, if marriage is ur thing, then kudos but i don't want to spend my whole day talking about it with u. And yea, this first five times u showed me ur engagement ring, I thot it was really cute, but every other time after that, it has taken patience i wasn't aware I had to keep me from shoving the ring down ya throat, and that is me being honest...
I am not tying to hate on anyone, but ladies, because u have been proposed to and are getting married doesn't mean I have to jump on the bandwagon right now as well. I mean, I always imagined I'd get married, but i thot I would be close to thirty, and would have sown my oats first.
This venting has been a long time coming. It started when I graduated from college some years back. After the ceremeony, we were taking pictures when people started making cracks about me getting married as the next step to graduating. well excuse the fuck outta me, i thot i was going back to school, get a job and find myself in the process, but shit if u guys want me married, then I suppose I can drop everything I'd planned and just jump on ur train.
Fastforward to thanksgiving...
My mom had come to town for the holidays and we had a jolly old time. popsie didn't show but we made the most of the time we had. couple of hours before i'm due to drop her off at the train station, she calls me into my room, sat me on the bed and
mom: so, bawoni (whatz going on)?
moi: bawo ni kini?
mom: ehn, so about ur husband to be, when are we going to meet him?
moi: oh, thatz easy! u'll meet him after i do, and when we've decided we are going to get married of course.
Mom: ok, if you say so, but are there any possibilities right now.
moi: (getting flustered) no, but i'll let you know ( n thinking i will when people start shitting monkeys).
mom: why are there no possibilities?
moi: I don't know. But I am waiting on God. ( and of course, I'm thinking it might be because I opted for the license-plate placard as opposed to one announcing my singlehood and desperate need for a husband).
I suppose after i'd told her I was waiting on God, she was persuaded. This wasn't untrue, but at the time, I was not worried about being married. Matter of fact, I considered myself way too young for that institution. I would get little comments about it every once in a while, and I always managed to brush it off. Living in different cities helped as well, as they couldn't get on my case everyday.
Then came the 21questions from extended families! Haba, these are people who made no impact whatsoever in my life o. I hadn't even heard of most of them until I came to live in the states, and all of a sudden, they deemed themselves authority figures on me living my life. Shio. I for cuss people out if I wasn't worried about giving my mom a heart attack.
Oh, and did I mention the family friends? And by these I mean my parentz friends. awon gboran mi deleru, adani duro de oni gbese eni (busybodies for short). again, these are all poeple i met when I came to live in the states, even though i'd heard about some from naija.
One of them in particualr actually sat me down when I was just 21 and said, i can do more than one thing at a time, meaning school and of course marriage. It all sounded so techincal and I couldn't help but be disgusted even though I know she probably said it cos she cares.
Everytime I come in contact with or talk to these people, I am subjected to the same convo, to the point where I would get on the defensive before they can even start, and I started to avoid them altogether. Sad! I know!
I happened to run into one of such women not too long ago and she accused me of not calling her. I wish I would have been able to tell her the reason, but as always, I kept it to myself.
Lately though, my dad's been the one on the marriage trip. hell, it's not like i'm shrivelling like some old prune, but pops been on the marriage bandwagon lately, and its knocking on my last nerve. I was home for a couple of weeks last month when he started asking questions. Funny enough, my mom is now of the mind that it will happen when it happens, and she usually is the one who bugs about things like that.
After i'd fended off different ways the question could be asked, he came home one day all excited.
pops: hey, i've got great news! ur friend in nigeria got married!
moi: I had tons of friends in naija, and some I still keep in touch with, but seeing as how he knows about the wedding and I didn't, whoever it was couldn't have been that close a friend.
pops: well, i suppose he wasn't much ur friend. well, actually, he's ur cousin on ur mom's side of the family thru so n so ( n he launched into my pedigree, most of which i still don't have a clue about).
moi: I still don't know him...
Pops: well, he went to school with ur younger brother, so he's ways younger than you.
At this point, I am feigning a yawn, cause there is no way I am sitting through a discussion where the main focus is where a 22yr old guy (give or take one year) just got married and my ass is still single.
Fast forward to last nite. I get another call, and it's my pops again. we chatted about random things and out of nowhere he said to me, "igbawo ni o ma mu oko e wa ko wa mowa o?" (when are we going to meet your intended...
I'm so stunned by the sudden change in convo, that all I can manage are a couple of ems. And pops, bless his heart, thinking i hadn't heard the question, repeated himself. I got myself out of my reverie to mumble a when I know, you'll find out. Thankfully he got off the phone, but not before reminding me that time waits for no man.
At this point, I was already seething. I don't know what I'm s'posed to do. In case people are not getting the memo, I like my life the way it is now. Single befits me, and I am happy! isn't that what should matter?
Hell, even if I wanted to get married three years ago and it didn't happen, would it kill people to not talka bout it all the time. I feel like I had to defend and explain my singlehood to everyone, and frankly, I'm shot of the idea...
the next person to ask me why i'm still single better pray, because i am jsut ready to get physical!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
The Hero Becomes the "Heree."
Dec 8th, 2007... the hour is 1930
I started pacing the kitchen, frantically searching drawers and cupboards, while racking my brain with thoughts of what to feed my empty stomach.
I had opened up the refrigerator so many times already that the temperature inside it was close to the room temperature, and as stocked as the refrgerator seemed, there was nothing inside it that was even mildly appealing at the time.
While I was still trying to figure out how to quell the hunger in my stomach, in walks my brother, grumbling about how hungry for Chinese food he was and how he needed the number to the panda express two blocks over...
As I wasn't really in the mood for Chinese food, I convinced him to order instead from Banana Leaf, (an Asian-Thai restaurant) and to pick me up a serving of their pineapple fried rice.
A half-hour later, I went into the living room only to find my brother watching some kinda sports show on Tele, and on inquiring, found that he had not even placed the order with the restaurant. He had instead been so engrossed with wuteva sports was he was watching that he had simply forgotten about the hunger in his stomach.
I was "seeing red" at this point, and hungry beyond comprehension, so I thought I'd just give in and eat noodles instead.
I had just poured the noodles into the boiling water on the stove while talking on the phone to my older sister when I heard the back door of the house slammed close and a very loud thud reverberating through the kitchen.
I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw my brother curled on the ground, apparently hurt from a major fall. ( did i mentioned that it had snowed the previous day and even though the the snow had been shovelled off the grounds, the subsequent rain and the almost zero temp had made for nice sleet formation and the salt we'd poured on the grounds did not seem to have any effect. But I digress...)
The maternal (albeit latent) instinct in me kicked in as I hurriedly got my sister off the phone so I could go and help my brother up.
On openeing the door, however, I managed to slip on the ice as soon as I stepped outside and before you could say "hell-on-ice," I found myself taking a seemingly unstoppable tumble like Jill from the famous classic "Jack and Jill."
I hit my head hard on the first stoop, but just kept sliding down, and hurting my neck and back the whole way down.
I finally managed to stop just before hitting my brother who was still hurt from the fall and lay curled up on the ground still. It was then that I realized there was no way I could have gotten out of falling, because in my hurry to help out my brother, I had completely forgotten to wear shoes, and there was absolutely no friction between the soles of my feet and the gadem ice.
We both managed to get up fianlly and I was able to get out a weak are you ok? to him.
Holding on to the door, we made our way back into the house whereupon I started to nurse my head, while he tried cleaning the ginormous bruise he'd sustained on his arm.
Then, as if on cue, we both looked at each other, and bursted out laughing amidst fits of painful groans.
As, I finally popped a couple of caplets of aleve in my mouth, I was able to reflect on what should have been me heroic moment, u know when I gallantly rescue my brother from his fall, in a shining armor no less... and instead, I ended up needing to be rescued me damn self, and I was only able to conclude that that sucks
I started pacing the kitchen, frantically searching drawers and cupboards, while racking my brain with thoughts of what to feed my empty stomach.
I had opened up the refrigerator so many times already that the temperature inside it was close to the room temperature, and as stocked as the refrgerator seemed, there was nothing inside it that was even mildly appealing at the time.
While I was still trying to figure out how to quell the hunger in my stomach, in walks my brother, grumbling about how hungry for Chinese food he was and how he needed the number to the panda express two blocks over...
As I wasn't really in the mood for Chinese food, I convinced him to order instead from Banana Leaf, (an Asian-Thai restaurant) and to pick me up a serving of their pineapple fried rice.
A half-hour later, I went into the living room only to find my brother watching some kinda sports show on Tele, and on inquiring, found that he had not even placed the order with the restaurant. He had instead been so engrossed with wuteva sports was he was watching that he had simply forgotten about the hunger in his stomach.
I was "seeing red" at this point, and hungry beyond comprehension, so I thought I'd just give in and eat noodles instead.
I had just poured the noodles into the boiling water on the stove while talking on the phone to my older sister when I heard the back door of the house slammed close and a very loud thud reverberating through the kitchen.
I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw my brother curled on the ground, apparently hurt from a major fall. ( did i mentioned that it had snowed the previous day and even though the the snow had been shovelled off the grounds, the subsequent rain and the almost zero temp had made for nice sleet formation and the salt we'd poured on the grounds did not seem to have any effect. But I digress...)
The maternal (albeit latent) instinct in me kicked in as I hurriedly got my sister off the phone so I could go and help my brother up.
On openeing the door, however, I managed to slip on the ice as soon as I stepped outside and before you could say "hell-on-ice," I found myself taking a seemingly unstoppable tumble like Jill from the famous classic "Jack and Jill."
I hit my head hard on the first stoop, but just kept sliding down, and hurting my neck and back the whole way down.
I finally managed to stop just before hitting my brother who was still hurt from the fall and lay curled up on the ground still. It was then that I realized there was no way I could have gotten out of falling, because in my hurry to help out my brother, I had completely forgotten to wear shoes, and there was absolutely no friction between the soles of my feet and the gadem ice.
We both managed to get up fianlly and I was able to get out a weak are you ok? to him.
Holding on to the door, we made our way back into the house whereupon I started to nurse my head, while he tried cleaning the ginormous bruise he'd sustained on his arm.
Then, as if on cue, we both looked at each other, and bursted out laughing amidst fits of painful groans.
As, I finally popped a couple of caplets of aleve in my mouth, I was able to reflect on what should have been me heroic moment, u know when I gallantly rescue my brother from his fall, in a shining armor no less... and instead, I ended up needing to be rescued me damn self, and I was only able to conclude that that sucks
December '07
Welcome to the last month of this calendar year!
This here is praying unsurmounted blessings and divine annointing for everyone during this special time...
This is the month that the Lord hath made, so let us rejoice and be glad in it.
As the special day that is christmas draws nearer, remember in prayer those dearest to you and those less fortunate than yourselves.
Spread the tidings of great joy, enjoy your gifts, count your blessings, and like someone said to me in an email, remember that Christ is the reason for the season...
This here is praying unsurmounted blessings and divine annointing for everyone during this special time...
This is the month that the Lord hath made, so let us rejoice and be glad in it.
As the special day that is christmas draws nearer, remember in prayer those dearest to you and those less fortunate than yourselves.
Spread the tidings of great joy, enjoy your gifts, count your blessings, and like someone said to me in an email, remember that Christ is the reason for the season...
Friday, November 16, 2007
MC cont'd
After the wedding, i kept in touch with MC, we would talked on the phone almost everyday, and everything seemed marvelous. it felt as though all was finally right with the world. A couple of months after I'd first laid eyes on him, I got the opportunity to see him when he came back to the city I'd met him at. i of course made like I was sick at work and took the day off, so i could drive the three hours it would take me to get to him.
When I saw him again, it was as though he'd been there all along and no time had passed since the last time I saw him. we reminisced and had a nice long laugh. everything was just as it should have been .
I left the next day to go to work as the people I work with would've just let the work pile on, and I would have had to do it in the end.
we kept in touch after that and made plans to meet up again. in the midst of that i made a trip back to London (will be posted later), and got back, and all of a sudden mister was no where to be found.
While I was in London, i had spoken to him on a Friday, i think it was and he'd told me he was at a wedding rehearsal. Now, this coming from someone who shared a lot of things about himself when I'd first met him, and who'd talk about any and everything whenever we talked on the phone, it was very surprising that he hadn't mentioned the fact that he was going to a wedding or that he was in the wedding. ( abi! u sha have to be in a wedding to go to the rehearsal. unless u r the chauffeur or the planner, and ol boi was neither).
anyway, so as to not disrupt the process, he asked that I call him back within the hour and when I did, some other guy picked up the phone and started acting like an idiot, so I hung up.
I did not try calling him that saturday, and actually waited till monday to give him a call, cos i figured he would have been well rested. When I called, he didn't pick up his phone, and normally he would have called back right away or at least the same day, but this time i did not even hear from him for over a week, and even then, the flow of the conversation wasn't quite right. it also seemed like he couldn't wait to get off the phone, so obviously i wasn't able to tell him, how i felt.
it wasn't too long after that when I started thinking back and thought, maybe he was the groom at the wedding rehearsal he went to, and maybe he was at his honeymoon the whole time I couldn't get a hold of him.
I mentioned this to a couple of my friends and they of course want me to call him anyways and leave a nasty message on his voice mail if he doesn't pick up, or email him some words that would make him lie awake night after night and ponder on better ways to act.
see as how I can't seem to bring myself to do any of that, i haven't been able to talk to him. I don't even believe in confrontation over the phone. I like to be able to see the person i am confronting before I get on their case about anything, so i wait for the day when that would happen. until then... I have his number deleted off my phone since i'm of the mind that everything is kind of good...
When I saw him again, it was as though he'd been there all along and no time had passed since the last time I saw him. we reminisced and had a nice long laugh. everything was just as it should have been .
I left the next day to go to work as the people I work with would've just let the work pile on, and I would have had to do it in the end.
we kept in touch after that and made plans to meet up again. in the midst of that i made a trip back to London (will be posted later), and got back, and all of a sudden mister was no where to be found.
While I was in London, i had spoken to him on a Friday, i think it was and he'd told me he was at a wedding rehearsal. Now, this coming from someone who shared a lot of things about himself when I'd first met him, and who'd talk about any and everything whenever we talked on the phone, it was very surprising that he hadn't mentioned the fact that he was going to a wedding or that he was in the wedding. ( abi! u sha have to be in a wedding to go to the rehearsal. unless u r the chauffeur or the planner, and ol boi was neither).
anyway, so as to not disrupt the process, he asked that I call him back within the hour and when I did, some other guy picked up the phone and started acting like an idiot, so I hung up.
I did not try calling him that saturday, and actually waited till monday to give him a call, cos i figured he would have been well rested. When I called, he didn't pick up his phone, and normally he would have called back right away or at least the same day, but this time i did not even hear from him for over a week, and even then, the flow of the conversation wasn't quite right. it also seemed like he couldn't wait to get off the phone, so obviously i wasn't able to tell him, how i felt.
it wasn't too long after that when I started thinking back and thought, maybe he was the groom at the wedding rehearsal he went to, and maybe he was at his honeymoon the whole time I couldn't get a hold of him.
I mentioned this to a couple of my friends and they of course want me to call him anyways and leave a nasty message on his voice mail if he doesn't pick up, or email him some words that would make him lie awake night after night and ponder on better ways to act.
see as how I can't seem to bring myself to do any of that, i haven't been able to talk to him. I don't even believe in confrontation over the phone. I like to be able to see the person i am confronting before I get on their case about anything, so i wait for the day when that would happen. until then... I have his number deleted off my phone since i'm of the mind that everything is kind of good...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
i met the cutest guy a couple of months ago. I was slated to be at a wedding outside of town...
seeing as how it was also some sort of family affair, a bunch of cuzinz had come from all ova and we were celebrating the engagement nite and a sorta family reunion thingy....
As some nigerians are wont to do, an idiot decided to walk headlong into me and couldn't even come of with the littlest of excuzes, rather, she started going off about how I was supposed to have moved when I saw her coming and how she needed to get thru to some corner....
well ezcuse the f..k outta me...
there were people standing all over the place tryna catch a glimpse of wutz going on wif the celebrants, it was gonna take more n a miracle to get thru the crowd, n miss idiot knowing that that the right course of action was to walk into me n see if I disappear... or so it seemed.
Needless to say, I was seething at this point, but I managed to keep my cool, cuz I wasn't going to start a row n ruin my cuzin'z ish...
so i calmly said to her that her rudeness was unnecessary n walked outta the hall to get some fresh air....
well, mr cute witnessed the whole thng and apparently saw the expression of my face afterwards....
The next day was the wedding and that was the first time I had seen mr cute ( henceforth refered to as mc). I had invited a frind to the wedding and for some reson he couldn't stay long, so I had gone to see him off.
I was walking back to the reception from the parking lot when somene said "excuse me" from behind. I turned around and met with the cutest, most alluring eyes I had ever seen that side of the united states. He was on the phone, and as soon as I turned around, muttered a quick goodbye to whomeva he was talking to.
He then walked up to me, held out his hand, smiled n told me his name was "mc." I almost lost myself right then, and could not remember my name for a minute. n lemme tell you, it has been a while since anyone made me forget my name is fiaca...
I kept my gaze on him, and just wanted to lose myself in his smile, but then I finally realized I was supposed to get back to the party, n chill with my cousins. so I told him so, and he said he'd walk with me if I did not mind.
we started talking and he mentioned that I had caught his eye at the engagement party the previous day and that he was walking up to me when he saw the expression on my face n thot I looked like I was about to hit someone... so he figured he'd gove me time to cool off, but then he'd had to leave...
we talked some more, but for the most part, I was just mesmerized by his being. soundz cheesy, i know, but i hadn't met anyone in a while who made me feel as though he was my oxygen supply, n I was going to run out of it as soon as he walks away from me.
we exchanged numbers with promises to keep in touch. he lives in a totally different state so I knew it would be a while before I saw him again, so that put a damper on things a bit.
I went back into the party n it wasn't even five minutes when I was calling him, because I wanted to talk some more. ordinarily, I would have thot this behavior absolutely unsoundly, but I did not care. he got on the phone and said he'd meet me out front, so went outside again, met with him and we talked some more.
at the end of the nite, we said our goodbyes and said we;d come up with a way to see each other as soon as possible
seeing as how it was also some sort of family affair, a bunch of cuzinz had come from all ova and we were celebrating the engagement nite and a sorta family reunion thingy....
As some nigerians are wont to do, an idiot decided to walk headlong into me and couldn't even come of with the littlest of excuzes, rather, she started going off about how I was supposed to have moved when I saw her coming and how she needed to get thru to some corner....
well ezcuse the f..k outta me...
there were people standing all over the place tryna catch a glimpse of wutz going on wif the celebrants, it was gonna take more n a miracle to get thru the crowd, n miss idiot knowing that that the right course of action was to walk into me n see if I disappear... or so it seemed.
Needless to say, I was seething at this point, but I managed to keep my cool, cuz I wasn't going to start a row n ruin my cuzin'z ish...
so i calmly said to her that her rudeness was unnecessary n walked outta the hall to get some fresh air....
well, mr cute witnessed the whole thng and apparently saw the expression of my face afterwards....
The next day was the wedding and that was the first time I had seen mr cute ( henceforth refered to as mc). I had invited a frind to the wedding and for some reson he couldn't stay long, so I had gone to see him off.
I was walking back to the reception from the parking lot when somene said "excuse me" from behind. I turned around and met with the cutest, most alluring eyes I had ever seen that side of the united states. He was on the phone, and as soon as I turned around, muttered a quick goodbye to whomeva he was talking to.
He then walked up to me, held out his hand, smiled n told me his name was "mc." I almost lost myself right then, and could not remember my name for a minute. n lemme tell you, it has been a while since anyone made me forget my name is fiaca...
I kept my gaze on him, and just wanted to lose myself in his smile, but then I finally realized I was supposed to get back to the party, n chill with my cousins. so I told him so, and he said he'd walk with me if I did not mind.
we started talking and he mentioned that I had caught his eye at the engagement party the previous day and that he was walking up to me when he saw the expression on my face n thot I looked like I was about to hit someone... so he figured he'd gove me time to cool off, but then he'd had to leave...
we talked some more, but for the most part, I was just mesmerized by his being. soundz cheesy, i know, but i hadn't met anyone in a while who made me feel as though he was my oxygen supply, n I was going to run out of it as soon as he walks away from me.
we exchanged numbers with promises to keep in touch. he lives in a totally different state so I knew it would be a while before I saw him again, so that put a damper on things a bit.
I went back into the party n it wasn't even five minutes when I was calling him, because I wanted to talk some more. ordinarily, I would have thot this behavior absolutely unsoundly, but I did not care. he got on the phone and said he'd meet me out front, so went outside again, met with him and we talked some more.
at the end of the nite, we said our goodbyes and said we;d come up with a way to see each other as soon as possible
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
MY BLOG PEEPS!
I know sorry doesn't quite cover why I've gone awol these past weeks. I'm going to say it nontheless. I am sorry for seemingly ignoring y'all. It wasn't intentional. Life just got crazy there for a moment, tho everything is back on track now.
I know I have missed a lot. I haven't even been able to browse my favorite blogs. Again, all I can say is sorry. E ma binu simi...
So, I mentioned earlier about some news I thot might be 2 early to share. Waffy, if u r reading this, it should put the preggy thots to rest.
I'd been having some issues with my landlord. Or should I say the management of the apartment comeplex I reside in. Wuteva the hell they call themselves. I can't even be bothered anymore. At first, it wasn't more than the usual tenant landord palava, u know. I think I'm a fairly reasonable tenant if I do say so myself, and I had been contemplating just vamoosing from this city, so I was gonna stick with them.
Anyways, from the onset of 2007, it seemed they made a resolution to ignore issues that tenants have ( I mean me). Instead of them to fix things they know need fixing, the maintenance guy drops by, makes a hella ruckus, and 3hrs later, he tells u he's done checking it out, and someone will be out to fix it. Excuse the hell outta me, but I thot the maintenance guy is the fix it guy! Anyways, the fix it guy shows up a couple of days later, and after he's done, he tells you he would get someone to fix it.
There was also the issue of the roof that needed fixing from the tornado damage. You would think this idiots will give a notice telling me, I would be sleep deprived due to all the pounding they're doing on my roof. Na lie! They just do wuteva!.
The final straw was when I called to remind them to fix my screen door they'd been promising to work on for a coupla years. Those idioit had the nerves to tell me that it would take a while as they had to order the netting in bulk. Wut the hell do I care about that. I'd barely hung up the phone when I heard the rustling of paper at my door. I opened the thing, and they had stuck a lease renewal notice to the door. To add insult to injury, they were raing my rent, more than the standard.
So I ran the notice to their office, stuck up my middle finger and told them to kick rocks. I'd had enuff.!!! I need a roof outside of this complex, and come rain or high water, I was going to get it.
I started searching for apartments immediately, and on impulse I thot, wouldn't it be cool to buy a house. Ok, it wasn't totally impulse, I'd thot about it every once in a while, but i neva did anything about it. ANyways, once I got the thot rolling I have to do something about it.
It came to be that I found one sha, but I had to to close on it and be outta my apartment within 3 wks.
I just finally moved in, and my whole body is still sore from the experience, but I'm trying to live it up sha.
Anyways, I'm gonna jet as I still need to catch up on zzzs.
I know I have missed a lot. I haven't even been able to browse my favorite blogs. Again, all I can say is sorry. E ma binu simi...
So, I mentioned earlier about some news I thot might be 2 early to share. Waffy, if u r reading this, it should put the preggy thots to rest.
I'd been having some issues with my landlord. Or should I say the management of the apartment comeplex I reside in. Wuteva the hell they call themselves. I can't even be bothered anymore. At first, it wasn't more than the usual tenant landord palava, u know. I think I'm a fairly reasonable tenant if I do say so myself, and I had been contemplating just vamoosing from this city, so I was gonna stick with them.
Anyways, from the onset of 2007, it seemed they made a resolution to ignore issues that tenants have ( I mean me). Instead of them to fix things they know need fixing, the maintenance guy drops by, makes a hella ruckus, and 3hrs later, he tells u he's done checking it out, and someone will be out to fix it. Excuse the hell outta me, but I thot the maintenance guy is the fix it guy! Anyways, the fix it guy shows up a couple of days later, and after he's done, he tells you he would get someone to fix it.
There was also the issue of the roof that needed fixing from the tornado damage. You would think this idiots will give a notice telling me, I would be sleep deprived due to all the pounding they're doing on my roof. Na lie! They just do wuteva!.
The final straw was when I called to remind them to fix my screen door they'd been promising to work on for a coupla years. Those idioit had the nerves to tell me that it would take a while as they had to order the netting in bulk. Wut the hell do I care about that. I'd barely hung up the phone when I heard the rustling of paper at my door. I opened the thing, and they had stuck a lease renewal notice to the door. To add insult to injury, they were raing my rent, more than the standard.
So I ran the notice to their office, stuck up my middle finger and told them to kick rocks. I'd had enuff.!!! I need a roof outside of this complex, and come rain or high water, I was going to get it.
I started searching for apartments immediately, and on impulse I thot, wouldn't it be cool to buy a house. Ok, it wasn't totally impulse, I'd thot about it every once in a while, but i neva did anything about it. ANyways, once I got the thot rolling I have to do something about it.
It came to be that I found one sha, but I had to to close on it and be outta my apartment within 3 wks.
I just finally moved in, and my whole body is still sore from the experience, but I'm trying to live it up sha.
Anyways, I'm gonna jet as I still need to catch up on zzzs.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Random
English language is not as easy as we think,
A prefect was asked by the principal of a high school to remind the rest of the students that they were to meet in the chapel.
Running from classroom to classroom, he kept shouting, "Al of you, went to the chapel. Others are wenting there!"
I was reading the reader's digest and came across somethng I thought was hilarious.
"I am neither an atheist,
nor an agnostic, claims a man.
I am an acrostic.
It is all a puzzle to me.
A prefect was asked by the principal of a high school to remind the rest of the students that they were to meet in the chapel.
Running from classroom to classroom, he kept shouting, "Al of you, went to the chapel. Others are wenting there!"
I was reading the reader's digest and came across somethng I thought was hilarious.
"I am neither an atheist,
nor an agnostic, claims a man.
I am an acrostic.
It is all a puzzle to me.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
my 2nd boifriend
was an ass. OK, so I embellished a little, sue me. Alright, so he wasn't quite an ass, he was a horse's ass. yep, that's what I said, a big horse's behind!
Now, that's out of the way, I have to admit there were a lot of great moments when we dated. Yea, I remember having the best times with him when he wasn't being a horse's behind. I am going to be in so much trouble when he gets a load of this, but who gives a rat's ass, right? Right!!!
Anyways, I met Horse's Ass (henceforth referred to as HA) the summer of my sophomore year in college. I had gone to apply for some odd job with a couple of my cousins when HA rolled in the building with a couple of his friends. The attraction was instant even though I ignored him and just chilled. When we were done filling out all the forms, his friends started macking my cousins...well, at least they tried, while HA tried putting his smooth ( or so he thot) moves on me. I wasn't to be persuaded tho, so he went on home, disappointed. As soon as I was rid of him, I couldn't help but think about him tho. The broda was foine. Anyways, there was nothing I could do. I was already dating someone, and that was tasking enuff that I couldn't fathom myself juggling HA with the current beau.
Anyways, we all got the job, trust me, you don't want to know what it was. Just know it was a lot of hard work, and I pretty much spent the whole summer juggling school, work and beau. It was an endless cycle, and I don;t think I could survive it if I had to go thru that again. After work each day, HA would trying some of his moves but it neva worked. I finally quite the damn job about two months later. Trust, that was more than I could take of it. After I left the job, I lost contact with HA. By the end of the summer tho, the relationship btw beau and I had fizzled due to some other shait. Oh well, I said. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I had the few weeks before school resumed to hang out and just chill, and not worry about anyone but me.
It was the middle of the fall semester when I ran into HA again. He had gotten so much more handsome. He had his hair braided in a form of cornrow that made him look even more distinguished. It wasn't the sort of braids that made guys look sort of riff-raffy. On him, it just made one want to gobble him up...
Anyways, we got to talking and before you could say supercalifragerlisticespiaodocious, we were an item. The first couple of months were just blissful. A lot of walks in the park, not minding the weather, eateries, sight seeing, and I'll let you fill in the blanks. Then I started noticing some changes in him. One of the things that was particularly mind boggling was his always referencing some brodas in the south side, and the ways he would say it mehn! OK, in case you are wondering, if you eva knew what city I lived in, you would understand that, but for the sake of argument, lets just say that wasn't exactly a good thing.
Another thing was the smoking issue. I have neva smoked in my life and I honestly don't see the appeal in it. I mean, just the smell of the damn thing is enuff to make me wanna throw my guts, not to talk about the dangers of it. Having said that, that is not to say I don't have friends who smoke. I do, and we have an understanding. They don't smoke around me, and they definitely don't smoke in my house. When they start craving their ciggy, then it's time to up and leave. I would imagine that this is the way it would be with other non-smokers with relations with people who smoke.
Back to my story jare. I had neva seen HA light up before, and after the second or so month we were dating, his jacket ( it was winter ) would smell of smoke. When I confronted him about this fact, he was always quick to say it was his friends who came to his house and smoke, and that was why all his clothes smelled like cigarette.
As much as I detest the smell of ciggy, I wasn't one to go tell people on the streets that they needn't be smoking, but I see HA do it all the time, and make faces about why he couldn't understand it and all that other BS. So you understand my confusion as to why he would have a problem with strangers smoking in public, but not be fazed with friends doing the same thing in his house. I have had crazy friends in my time, and some of my friends would say I was a bit crazy too. But I have neva had the urge to disrespect any one's house, neither would I let someone disrespect mine, regardless of our relationship. If one of my friends had lit up in my house, it would have been the last time s/he stepped foot in my house, but not before paying to have the stench removed. Yep, I can get irritable like that.
Anyways, I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but I let the smoking issue go. As the month wore on, I noticed more and more odd habits from HA. I would be at school, and he would suddenly show up, and want to go somewhere, or do something, and the same thing at work. I get his not being in his class and all, but I needed at least a 3.0 G.P.A to keep fafsa happy, and to maintain my job. I couldn't very well tutor people if I was flunking my classes, abi?
Anyways, I was able to shake him off that habit, but it took more time and energy than I thought possible. Before I realized, HA was spending evenings in the lobby of my apartment complex, and professing his undying love. Puh-lease, If anything, I became even more weary. I had strong feelings for him, but I don't know if I would've called it love. As time went by, I noticed HA being more and more dependent. He would call every five minutes and talk about how much he missed me, and he would be surprised I did not feel the same way. I finally had to explain the concept to him, u know, ther was no way I was going to miss him when he did not give me the chance to. I saw him almost every hour, and when I didn't see him, he was on the phone trying to get his 2cents in.
About 5 months after I'd been dating him, I caught him smoking cigar-weed with a bunch of his friends. We had gone to my cousin's BBQ and he'd stepped out to hang with some of his friends. I walked outside, and there he was holding the cigar-weed. Yea, I don't mean cigarettes, I meant cigar-weed. Knowing me, I asked him what he was doing with it, and he said to me, "I was holding it for lagbaja."
That was just it for me. I detest people playing on my intelligence. I can;t stand people who lie. I mean we don't always do the right thing, but cop to wuteva you've done and move on. That's my philosophy. I think less of people who lie about their shit. To me, it says, u knew it was wrong, but u did it anyways, and instead of fixing it, you're lying to cover it up.
I hitched a ride home with one of my other cousins that night, and I kept thinking to myself that who knew what else he was capable of doing...
Anyways, to cut a long story short, I finished my sophomore year and moved to a different city for the fall of my junior year in college. Through the summer, I would run into HA on occasion, and each time, he wanted to get back together, but I was just done with him.
It wasn't long after I started my junior year when my phone rang. It was one of my friends who was just calling to see how I was. Apparently, she missed me. Anyhow, in the course of our conversation, she mention HA was now spending time in Jail. Yea, he was in possession of some coke, I think it was, so he was nabbed by the police and he was doing time for his crime.
That was when all his casually referencing his brodas in the south side clicked. They were the ones supplying him.
The first thing I said out loud when I heard was,"oniranu, alakoba!" Imagine if I would've still been with his arse when he got nabbed, I would have been in a lot of hot water me damn self not knowing I have no clue what the first thing was about that sorta thing. Anyways, I thought, good riddance to bad rubbish!
It's been ova five years, and even though I go back to that city, I have neither seen nor heard from him, and I am just perfect with that.
Now, that's out of the way, I have to admit there were a lot of great moments when we dated. Yea, I remember having the best times with him when he wasn't being a horse's behind. I am going to be in so much trouble when he gets a load of this, but who gives a rat's ass, right? Right!!!
Anyways, I met Horse's Ass (henceforth referred to as HA) the summer of my sophomore year in college. I had gone to apply for some odd job with a couple of my cousins when HA rolled in the building with a couple of his friends. The attraction was instant even though I ignored him and just chilled. When we were done filling out all the forms, his friends started macking my cousins...well, at least they tried, while HA tried putting his smooth ( or so he thot) moves on me. I wasn't to be persuaded tho, so he went on home, disappointed. As soon as I was rid of him, I couldn't help but think about him tho. The broda was foine. Anyways, there was nothing I could do. I was already dating someone, and that was tasking enuff that I couldn't fathom myself juggling HA with the current beau.
Anyways, we all got the job, trust me, you don't want to know what it was. Just know it was a lot of hard work, and I pretty much spent the whole summer juggling school, work and beau. It was an endless cycle, and I don;t think I could survive it if I had to go thru that again. After work each day, HA would trying some of his moves but it neva worked. I finally quite the damn job about two months later. Trust, that was more than I could take of it. After I left the job, I lost contact with HA. By the end of the summer tho, the relationship btw beau and I had fizzled due to some other shait. Oh well, I said. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I had the few weeks before school resumed to hang out and just chill, and not worry about anyone but me.
It was the middle of the fall semester when I ran into HA again. He had gotten so much more handsome. He had his hair braided in a form of cornrow that made him look even more distinguished. It wasn't the sort of braids that made guys look sort of riff-raffy. On him, it just made one want to gobble him up...
Anyways, we got to talking and before you could say supercalifragerlisticespiaodocious, we were an item. The first couple of months were just blissful. A lot of walks in the park, not minding the weather, eateries, sight seeing, and I'll let you fill in the blanks. Then I started noticing some changes in him. One of the things that was particularly mind boggling was his always referencing some brodas in the south side, and the ways he would say it mehn! OK, in case you are wondering, if you eva knew what city I lived in, you would understand that, but for the sake of argument, lets just say that wasn't exactly a good thing.
Another thing was the smoking issue. I have neva smoked in my life and I honestly don't see the appeal in it. I mean, just the smell of the damn thing is enuff to make me wanna throw my guts, not to talk about the dangers of it. Having said that, that is not to say I don't have friends who smoke. I do, and we have an understanding. They don't smoke around me, and they definitely don't smoke in my house. When they start craving their ciggy, then it's time to up and leave. I would imagine that this is the way it would be with other non-smokers with relations with people who smoke.
Back to my story jare. I had neva seen HA light up before, and after the second or so month we were dating, his jacket ( it was winter ) would smell of smoke. When I confronted him about this fact, he was always quick to say it was his friends who came to his house and smoke, and that was why all his clothes smelled like cigarette.
As much as I detest the smell of ciggy, I wasn't one to go tell people on the streets that they needn't be smoking, but I see HA do it all the time, and make faces about why he couldn't understand it and all that other BS. So you understand my confusion as to why he would have a problem with strangers smoking in public, but not be fazed with friends doing the same thing in his house. I have had crazy friends in my time, and some of my friends would say I was a bit crazy too. But I have neva had the urge to disrespect any one's house, neither would I let someone disrespect mine, regardless of our relationship. If one of my friends had lit up in my house, it would have been the last time s/he stepped foot in my house, but not before paying to have the stench removed. Yep, I can get irritable like that.
Anyways, I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but I let the smoking issue go. As the month wore on, I noticed more and more odd habits from HA. I would be at school, and he would suddenly show up, and want to go somewhere, or do something, and the same thing at work. I get his not being in his class and all, but I needed at least a 3.0 G.P.A to keep fafsa happy, and to maintain my job. I couldn't very well tutor people if I was flunking my classes, abi?
Anyways, I was able to shake him off that habit, but it took more time and energy than I thought possible. Before I realized, HA was spending evenings in the lobby of my apartment complex, and professing his undying love. Puh-lease, If anything, I became even more weary. I had strong feelings for him, but I don't know if I would've called it love. As time went by, I noticed HA being more and more dependent. He would call every five minutes and talk about how much he missed me, and he would be surprised I did not feel the same way. I finally had to explain the concept to him, u know, ther was no way I was going to miss him when he did not give me the chance to. I saw him almost every hour, and when I didn't see him, he was on the phone trying to get his 2cents in.
About 5 months after I'd been dating him, I caught him smoking cigar-weed with a bunch of his friends. We had gone to my cousin's BBQ and he'd stepped out to hang with some of his friends. I walked outside, and there he was holding the cigar-weed. Yea, I don't mean cigarettes, I meant cigar-weed. Knowing me, I asked him what he was doing with it, and he said to me, "I was holding it for lagbaja."
That was just it for me. I detest people playing on my intelligence. I can;t stand people who lie. I mean we don't always do the right thing, but cop to wuteva you've done and move on. That's my philosophy. I think less of people who lie about their shit. To me, it says, u knew it was wrong, but u did it anyways, and instead of fixing it, you're lying to cover it up.
I hitched a ride home with one of my other cousins that night, and I kept thinking to myself that who knew what else he was capable of doing...
Anyways, to cut a long story short, I finished my sophomore year and moved to a different city for the fall of my junior year in college. Through the summer, I would run into HA on occasion, and each time, he wanted to get back together, but I was just done with him.
It wasn't long after I started my junior year when my phone rang. It was one of my friends who was just calling to see how I was. Apparently, she missed me. Anyhow, in the course of our conversation, she mention HA was now spending time in Jail. Yea, he was in possession of some coke, I think it was, so he was nabbed by the police and he was doing time for his crime.
That was when all his casually referencing his brodas in the south side clicked. They were the ones supplying him.
The first thing I said out loud when I heard was,"oniranu, alakoba!" Imagine if I would've still been with his arse when he got nabbed, I would have been in a lot of hot water me damn self not knowing I have no clue what the first thing was about that sorta thing. Anyways, I thought, good riddance to bad rubbish!
It's been ova five years, and even though I go back to that city, I have neither seen nor heard from him, and I am just perfect with that.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
You are unknown to me
I know not who you are
I know nothing of the pain you went through
Neither do I know what your family is going through
I keep seeing the image of you in my head
And tried as I have, I can't get it out
I see your face inbetween everything I do
Which in turn makes me wonder what you're doing
The way you laid on your side
Your arms curled around you
As though you were cold, or perhaps afraid
Afraid of love unknown
Or maybe you were sad
Sad about the life unspent, things not done
Maybe you were angry, and rightly so
Angry for the chance you never got
To make your mark in this here cruel world
I know not who you are
And yet, I feel connected to you...
May you rest with the Lord.
Amen
I know not who you are
I know nothing of the pain you went through
Neither do I know what your family is going through
I keep seeing the image of you in my head
And tried as I have, I can't get it out
I see your face inbetween everything I do
Which in turn makes me wonder what you're doing
The way you laid on your side
Your arms curled around you
As though you were cold, or perhaps afraid
Afraid of love unknown
Or maybe you were sad
Sad about the life unspent, things not done
Maybe you were angry, and rightly so
Angry for the chance you never got
To make your mark in this here cruel world
I know not who you are
And yet, I feel connected to you...
May you rest with the Lord.
Amen
Monday, March 26, 2007
it feels as though I have not been here in ages. my darling blogpage, I was not trying to abandon you, but you know how it is! I had to see about my survival.
So much to blog about but so lil time. I have the best of news, although it may be a lil bit premature on the sharing....
Hmm, I find myself slapping myself (lol). I'm being too vague, and I need to quit it.
Anyways, the week has been hectic and I forsee the next couple of weeks will be as well. My days are packed full and there is not enuff hours in the day to do the things I need done. I tried borrowing minutes from tomorrow, but realized that leaves me short on tomorrow's minutes to begin with. It's an endless cycle
anyways, before i leave, check out this really cool site. www.jimiart.com.
So much to blog about but so lil time. I have the best of news, although it may be a lil bit premature on the sharing....
Hmm, I find myself slapping myself (lol). I'm being too vague, and I need to quit it.
Anyways, the week has been hectic and I forsee the next couple of weeks will be as well. My days are packed full and there is not enuff hours in the day to do the things I need done. I tried borrowing minutes from tomorrow, but realized that leaves me short on tomorrow's minutes to begin with. It's an endless cycle
anyways, before i leave, check out this really cool site. www.jimiart.com.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
moving on
Everyone, at some point, has been thru things you wish to God you could just forget. Things that for the most part, you can't really believe happened to you, and you wouldn't wish on anyone. I have had my share of experiences like that and as bothered as I would get, I always found solace in the phrase, "MIND OVA MATTA."
Shait happens. We wish it wouldn't, but it does. I find things bother me mostly because I let it, and so, when shait happens, I think on it for a lil while, figure out what I could have done differently (sometimes, i could have done things differently, other times, it was just some inevitable shait that was bound to happen anyways).
So, when you feel bothered by shait you can't control, feel free to cop the saying
MIND OVA MATTA
I NO LONGER MIND, BECOS IT NO LONGER MATTAZ
Shait happens. We wish it wouldn't, but it does. I find things bother me mostly because I let it, and so, when shait happens, I think on it for a lil while, figure out what I could have done differently (sometimes, i could have done things differently, other times, it was just some inevitable shait that was bound to happen anyways).
So, when you feel bothered by shait you can't control, feel free to cop the saying
MIND OVA MATTA
I NO LONGER MIND, BECOS IT NO LONGER MATTAZ
stop whining! just count your blessings
haba, i have 2 lil of this, and i need a lil bit more of that!
I find myself thinking these thoughts more often than not. A lot of days are filled with thoughts of what I want and what I need instead of just thanking the Lord for what I've got...
I find myself praying in the morning thanking God for His blessings, but that gets interupted with thoughts of "Lord, I know You have done so much for me, but can You please make it just a lil bit more." Now, I am not saying that is a bad thing, but will I ever learn to just be thankful in one prayer, without whining about what else needs topped?
Ask, and it shall be given unto you! Yea, I know the script, but so does everyone else, and instead of whining about what all is missing, I need, well we need, to start thanking God for what is present in our lives. Things like family, friends, love, you know the priceless things we take for granted.
OK, I am about to do it again. I know I am not exactly where I want to be yet, but I love where I am, and I pray I have the years on my side so I can get to where I need to be. But really,I find myself taking into account what I have been through the past years, and what I have already achieved this year, and I know I AM BLESSED.
When you feel the need to whine, please remember the people who are less fortunate than yourself, and who would give up their right arm to be exactly where you are. When you have them envisioned, I hope that You realize that you, my friend, are favored by the Lord, and learn to count your blessings...
Peace
I find myself thinking these thoughts more often than not. A lot of days are filled with thoughts of what I want and what I need instead of just thanking the Lord for what I've got...
I find myself praying in the morning thanking God for His blessings, but that gets interupted with thoughts of "Lord, I know You have done so much for me, but can You please make it just a lil bit more." Now, I am not saying that is a bad thing, but will I ever learn to just be thankful in one prayer, without whining about what else needs topped?
Ask, and it shall be given unto you! Yea, I know the script, but so does everyone else, and instead of whining about what all is missing, I need, well we need, to start thanking God for what is present in our lives. Things like family, friends, love, you know the priceless things we take for granted.
OK, I am about to do it again. I know I am not exactly where I want to be yet, but I love where I am, and I pray I have the years on my side so I can get to where I need to be. But really,I find myself taking into account what I have been through the past years, and what I have already achieved this year, and I know I AM BLESSED.
When you feel the need to whine, please remember the people who are less fortunate than yourself, and who would give up their right arm to be exactly where you are. When you have them envisioned, I hope that You realize that you, my friend, are favored by the Lord, and learn to count your blessings...
Peace
Saturday, March 10, 2007
ok, i got this off omosewa
New Meme
1. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? Same thing I always wear when I am lounging.
2. WHAT KINDA UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING? Lacy, kind of racy.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Sounds of the freaking freight train.
4. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Neva even tried.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Mini bagels. The cinnamon kind.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? blue
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Perfect. It’s been long coming.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? pale
9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? His shlong. Ok I lied, His eyes.
10. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Probably not.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Lovely. Just got back from a party. Getting ready to go to anoda one
12. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Baba God, u.
13. FAVOURITE DRINK? Tangerine flavored iced tea.
14. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Vodka n cranberry juice.
15. FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAL? Coconut rice.
16. FAVOURITE SPORTS? Dance.
17. HAIR COLOUR? Depends on the season, tends to go from black to red, permed to natural
18. EYE COLOUR? brown babe
19. TATTOOS OR PIERCING? Definitely piercing, and only on the ears.
20. FAVOURITE MONTH? Every month is my favorite.
21. FAVOURITE FOOD? Amala and ewedu. And only cos I have not had it in a while
22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR? Which year?
23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Depends on the level of attraction, and how long the bobo is dragging. U can only wait so long before ur hair turns gray
24. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS. It depends on the mood I am in at the time the movie is showing
25. SUMMER OR WINTER? I plead the spring
26. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses.
27. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Relationships, but who knows, u know?
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla, if I only had the 2 choices. Not a big fan of either.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? Don’t make no difference, we’re gonna talk about it anyways.
30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Whoeva is the most bored at the time they read this.
31. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW? Juggling my text book with this jack reacher thriller.
32. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? A mouse, ok that was a joke.
33. FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? monopoly.
34. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Watched all 3 episodes of star wars.
35. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Turn, stretch, Thank God, then think, same shit, different day
36. WHICH DO YOU BELIEVE, EVOLUTION OR CREATION? Crolution. The combo of the two is wut’ll save the world
1. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? Same thing I always wear when I am lounging.
2. WHAT KINDA UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING? Lacy, kind of racy.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Sounds of the freaking freight train.
4. CAN YOU JUGGLE? Neva even tried.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Mini bagels. The cinnamon kind.
6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? blue
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Perfect. It’s been long coming.
8. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? pale
9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? His shlong. Ok I lied, His eyes.
10. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Probably not.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Lovely. Just got back from a party. Getting ready to go to anoda one
12. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Baba God, u.
13. FAVOURITE DRINK? Tangerine flavored iced tea.
14. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Vodka n cranberry juice.
15. FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAL? Coconut rice.
16. FAVOURITE SPORTS? Dance.
17. HAIR COLOUR? Depends on the season, tends to go from black to red, permed to natural
18. EYE COLOUR? brown babe
19. TATTOOS OR PIERCING? Definitely piercing, and only on the ears.
20. FAVOURITE MONTH? Every month is my favorite.
21. FAVOURITE FOOD? Amala and ewedu. And only cos I have not had it in a while
22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR? Which year?
23. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Depends on the level of attraction, and how long the bobo is dragging. U can only wait so long before ur hair turns gray
24. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS. It depends on the mood I am in at the time the movie is showing
25. SUMMER OR WINTER? I plead the spring
26. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses.
27. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Relationships, but who knows, u know?
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla, if I only had the 2 choices. Not a big fan of either.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? Don’t make no difference, we’re gonna talk about it anyways.
30. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Whoeva is the most bored at the time they read this.
31. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW? Juggling my text book with this jack reacher thriller.
32. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? A mouse, ok that was a joke.
33. FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? monopoly.
34. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Watched all 3 episodes of star wars.
35. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Turn, stretch, Thank God, then think, same shit, different day
36. WHICH DO YOU BELIEVE, EVOLUTION OR CREATION? Crolution. The combo of the two is wut’ll save the world
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
hmmm
I HATE MY JOB!
- I'm tired of two-faced moda effers stepping to me like the got somn to say.
- I'm tired of lazy bums who do nothing but gossip all day.
- I'm tired of people assuming I want the details on their lives.
- I'm tired of them thinking I'm s'posed to share details about mine just becos theirs is an open book for Tom, Dick and Harry's perusal.
- I'm tired of working with idiots who think they are smart.
- I'm tired of working with assholes who think they are just honest.
- I'm tired of working with rude and inhumane jackasses who think they're blunt.
- I'm tired of people assuming I have nothing to say becos I don't talk when I just cant be bothered.
- I'm tired of people yakking without really saying anything
- I'm tired of working with people who portray about as much professional decorum as rats.
- I'm tired of the oga patapatas talking about prioritizing this and that shit when their ability to prioritize is, at best, questionable.
- I'm tired of feeling like I'm stuck in this situation becos the idiots known as oga patapatas have lost their damn minds.
- I'm tired of the stupid new rules they just imposed.
- And I'm tired of pretending to follow the damn rules.
- I'm tired of people kissing asses to get somewhere.
- I'm tired of the ogas who let their asses be kissed .
- I'm tired of the whole democracy... we all know it's just crazy.
- I'm tired of letting my mind go to waste becos I have to work with this idiots.
- I'm tired about the level of stimulation...about as strong as pinching your palm.
- I'm tired I'm still here...
I love my job
- I love being up when most people aren't.
- I love the level of diversity in what I do.
- I love working with the computers and the different analyzers.
- I love figuring out what's wrong when they are broken.
- I love both pre and post analytical phases of my job.
- I love analysing different samples.
- I love figuring out what the results mean for each sample tested.
- I love the complexity of my job.
- I love the danger factor that compels you to be extremely careful.
- I love going to work without a clue as to what I'm going to do once I get there.
- Mostly, I love the fact that when I'm done for the day, I can smile knowing I've made a difference in someone's life, somewhere...
Thursday, March 01, 2007
DV CONT'D
Ok, so i'd been meaning to blog about the convo I had with DV since I got back from the other land that's supposedly flowing with milk and honey (no be me, na our pple talk am).
Anyways, after I'd spoken with KF who informed me that DV had been calling her n all, I gave him a call. After the usual pleasantries, I asked after opeke and casually mentioned that I hope he didn't boil too badly, u know, from all the hot water he woulda found himself in with opeke now.
Omo, words plenty for inside kobo book. Before I know it, DV had started recounting how he met opeke and for how long he's known her. Apparently, he'd only just met her a couple of weeks prior to our chanced meeting. She sorta just started working at his job and since they had an office event that day, she'd asked him to escort her, and he obliged. I no know which one concern my own agbero with ovaload. Anyways, to cut long story short, from what he told me, to say opeke was mad woulda been the understatement of the millenium. So he tells me that when opke got done running her mouth {his words, not mine}, he told her that the only reason he did not heave her at the bus stop was so he would not seem rude, and all that shait about not knowing her long enuff for her to be trying to lay claim to him. Since I wasn't there when all this went down, i can only take his words for it, even though I wondered why I need to know this info. I did not have long to wait before DV started on how he's always thot he was going to be married to me, still feels the same way and how our meeting was divine. Up until he said that, I thot it was becos MT and myself couldn't make up our minds for shait and ended up travelling the length of ox4d street.
Since I had'nt seen or spoken to the boy in about 8yrs, to say I was not surprised about the whole marriage thing would be a lie, so without seeming rude, I said to him that I am obviously a changed person from the last time he saw me and he's probably changed too. Moreova, I know as much about him now as he knows about me, which isn't saying much.
ANyways, at the end of the convo, I'd manage to rustle me a ticket back to London for in a couple of month's time, and I guess there will be more talks about the whole marriage thingy tho I don't see myself dating intercontinentally.
Ok, I have to admit that when I was in naija, i thought he was appealing, but I was kinda put off by the age difference, and when I saw him, I thot he was still very cute, but o boy is geographically undesirable. Hmm, I wonder if he'll think about relocating...
Anyways, after I'd spoken with KF who informed me that DV had been calling her n all, I gave him a call. After the usual pleasantries, I asked after opeke and casually mentioned that I hope he didn't boil too badly, u know, from all the hot water he woulda found himself in with opeke now.
Omo, words plenty for inside kobo book. Before I know it, DV had started recounting how he met opeke and for how long he's known her. Apparently, he'd only just met her a couple of weeks prior to our chanced meeting. She sorta just started working at his job and since they had an office event that day, she'd asked him to escort her, and he obliged. I no know which one concern my own agbero with ovaload. Anyways, to cut long story short, from what he told me, to say opeke was mad woulda been the understatement of the millenium. So he tells me that when opke got done running her mouth {his words, not mine}, he told her that the only reason he did not heave her at the bus stop was so he would not seem rude, and all that shait about not knowing her long enuff for her to be trying to lay claim to him. Since I wasn't there when all this went down, i can only take his words for it, even though I wondered why I need to know this info. I did not have long to wait before DV started on how he's always thot he was going to be married to me, still feels the same way and how our meeting was divine. Up until he said that, I thot it was becos MT and myself couldn't make up our minds for shait and ended up travelling the length of ox4d street.
Since I had'nt seen or spoken to the boy in about 8yrs, to say I was not surprised about the whole marriage thing would be a lie, so without seeming rude, I said to him that I am obviously a changed person from the last time he saw me and he's probably changed too. Moreova, I know as much about him now as he knows about me, which isn't saying much.
ANyways, at the end of the convo, I'd manage to rustle me a ticket back to London for in a couple of month's time, and I guess there will be more talks about the whole marriage thingy tho I don't see myself dating intercontinentally.
Ok, I have to admit that when I was in naija, i thought he was appealing, but I was kinda put off by the age difference, and when I saw him, I thot he was still very cute, but o boy is geographically undesirable. Hmm, I wonder if he'll think about relocating...
Thursday, February 22, 2007
tres shots a la caffeine on the rocks, por favor
Last saturday started out like every other saturdays, with the exception of the much anticipated annual office party. I'd planned on getting at least 8 hours of sleep {which almost neva happens} before prepping for the party, after which i'd have to report for work...pesin come land of milk and honey, na soso to dey work, chei!
As usual, i wait until the last minute before laying down to sleep, at which point i am just counting down the hours instead of actually sleeping. Come time to get up and ready for the party, and I am as tired as ech hee double hockey sticks. I get up anyways, and jump in the shower. Then comes the deliberation of what to wear. I tell ya, for office parties, suits or anything professional is ovarated. Since I wasn't going to wear jeans, I slipped on my baby-lace kaba that momc made for me.
I got to the party a lil later than I was supposed to, u know, I had to make sure all heads would turn when I show up in my native attire, and I was not disappointed. it was the talk of the nite... well, u know, when we weren't talking about other things. The party was nice, we ate, and drank and danced. Come see oyinbo ppl dey move body for dance floor. The sight is to die for. {hmm, I think that was a rhyme}. U should'a seen me gyrating, and partaking in the country line dance. U woulda thot I'd been doin it my 'ol life.
Trust my dbn (dudu by nature) ppl to request the cha cha slide after the oyinbo ppl requested their country dance. Personally, I was fine with wuteva. I only have to hear some beats, and i can't stop my legs from moving and the rest of my body from gyrating.
Anyways, after much merrymaking, it was time to press on to work. That was when the lack of sleep started to catch up with me o. And there was no excuse. I could not call off of work as my oga had seen me gyrating earlier on. So, I went to work anyways, but i was so tired and drowsy, I had to make a pot of coffee within the first hour. Every so often, I would feel myself drift, and would need anoda cup of coffee just to make it thru the hour. I suppose that's what I get for not sleeping and using up my energy reserve dancing.
By the time I got off work sunday morning, I was totally pooped, and as soon as I made it home, I just crashed. The whole of sunday was a blur, and the only important thing I did, other than speaking with AZ, MT and cuz Bk, was catch up on zzzs.
Speaking of zzzs, i needsta get goin if i'm gointa make itta work in one piece today.
As usual, i wait until the last minute before laying down to sleep, at which point i am just counting down the hours instead of actually sleeping. Come time to get up and ready for the party, and I am as tired as ech hee double hockey sticks. I get up anyways, and jump in the shower. Then comes the deliberation of what to wear. I tell ya, for office parties, suits or anything professional is ovarated. Since I wasn't going to wear jeans, I slipped on my baby-lace kaba that momc made for me.
I got to the party a lil later than I was supposed to, u know, I had to make sure all heads would turn when I show up in my native attire, and I was not disappointed. it was the talk of the nite... well, u know, when we weren't talking about other things. The party was nice, we ate, and drank and danced. Come see oyinbo ppl dey move body for dance floor. The sight is to die for. {hmm, I think that was a rhyme}. U should'a seen me gyrating, and partaking in the country line dance. U woulda thot I'd been doin it my 'ol life.
Trust my dbn (dudu by nature) ppl to request the cha cha slide after the oyinbo ppl requested their country dance. Personally, I was fine with wuteva. I only have to hear some beats, and i can't stop my legs from moving and the rest of my body from gyrating.
Anyways, after much merrymaking, it was time to press on to work. That was when the lack of sleep started to catch up with me o. And there was no excuse. I could not call off of work as my oga had seen me gyrating earlier on. So, I went to work anyways, but i was so tired and drowsy, I had to make a pot of coffee within the first hour. Every so often, I would feel myself drift, and would need anoda cup of coffee just to make it thru the hour. I suppose that's what I get for not sleeping and using up my energy reserve dancing.
By the time I got off work sunday morning, I was totally pooped, and as soon as I made it home, I just crashed. The whole of sunday was a blur, and the only important thing I did, other than speaking with AZ, MT and cuz Bk, was catch up on zzzs.
Speaking of zzzs, i needsta get goin if i'm gointa make itta work in one piece today.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
wora hell is this?
Anoda day of work. I find myself cursing under my breath. This is just 2 dam much. I want to go home. Yea, I said it! I want to go back to naija. OK, anywhere I don't have the responsibility of driving in blizzard conditions to get to work will do it for me right now.
It wasn't going to happen though. I needed to be at work and I knew it. Where is absolute vodka when u need it... Sometimes, I wonder why I chose the medical profession. Ok, well, it's becos nothing else does it for me. Hmm, I start work at 10pm, 15minutes from now, and my legs are just rooted to a spot in my closet. My broda is not home, so I have to scrape the snow from my car. I find mysef appreciating him for the little things he does (most of which I take for granted).
Realizing it's too late to call in, I called anyways and told them i'd be late. There is this nonsense going on at work now about random drug testing on employees. I s'pose a couple of pple got caught with their pants down. I get downstairs, and out the door, and thought, DAMN, I NEED A GARAGE...
I am scraping snow off my car and freezing, and thinking about the BELVEDERE VODKA in my frrezer. I hate orange juice with a passion, but i find myself thinking I wouldn't mind the combo right this minute. But with my luck, tonite will probably be the nite i'm randomly picked to be tested. Still freezing, wishing my broda wasn't outta town, I make a mental note to pick him up something nice next time I go to the mall.
ffwrd an hour and I am finally at work...
Imagine my surprise when i realize I was the only one who made it in?
It wasn't going to happen though. I needed to be at work and I knew it. Where is absolute vodka when u need it... Sometimes, I wonder why I chose the medical profession. Ok, well, it's becos nothing else does it for me. Hmm, I start work at 10pm, 15minutes from now, and my legs are just rooted to a spot in my closet. My broda is not home, so I have to scrape the snow from my car. I find mysef appreciating him for the little things he does (most of which I take for granted).
Realizing it's too late to call in, I called anyways and told them i'd be late. There is this nonsense going on at work now about random drug testing on employees. I s'pose a couple of pple got caught with their pants down. I get downstairs, and out the door, and thought, DAMN, I NEED A GARAGE...
I am scraping snow off my car and freezing, and thinking about the BELVEDERE VODKA in my frrezer. I hate orange juice with a passion, but i find myself thinking I wouldn't mind the combo right this minute. But with my luck, tonite will probably be the nite i'm randomly picked to be tested. Still freezing, wishing my broda wasn't outta town, I make a mental note to pick him up something nice next time I go to the mall.
ffwrd an hour and I am finally at work...
Imagine my surprise when i realize I was the only one who made it in?
Thursday, February 08, 2007
ASK, N U SHALL RISIV
my ppl in blogland, i am back!!!
I hope u all missed me as much as I did u? I also bet u r wondering as to the hidden meaning behind the title blog today. Well, it's just madam Teva verbalized and I thot in keeping with the believe (if u believe me), I better update like she asked.
Like I said before, I am back. I find it relatively hard for the most part to write that, becos it siginifies the return to life of work, and responsibilities for the most part... Man I wish I could eternally be on vacation. Oh, well.. I guess I better yank my head outta dem clouds before i go 2 far.
London was so much fun. I had the best time just catching up with my peeps ova dia. it's been 2 long since the last time i was there.
Before I begin recounting my experiences, why do some people choose the most public places to pass gas? I am not trying to gross anyone out, and neither am I trying to be grossed out walking down the street, so if u r one of those people who pass gas any and everywhere, please reconsider.
I bet by now you are wondering what brought that about. Well, I boarded the AA with my travel mate and sista (AZ) on the way to London Heathrow jeje, and as soon as I got to my seat, the first thing we were welcomed with was the smell of somebody's rotten insides. I won't even go into details, but suffice it to say that the smell of ammonia would have been preferable to what I got.
We settled in and seeing as how i hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in about 30hrs, and had to drive 3hrs right after work to meet up with AZ before heading to the airport, I was rightly tired and zonked out before take-off.
I woke up with a start about an hr into the flight and started to watch the in-flight movie being shown, but I was still so tired i kept sleeping off and on. I felt sorry for AZ at some point because even i knew I probably was not the best travel mate at that point in time, but abeg, na condition make my crayfish bend... so no fault me.
ffwrd 4hrs and I was as good as new. I finally sat up and asked AZ if she was up for a game of PHASE 10 (it's a card game in case u r wondering). We started playing and were having so much fun that even the oyinbo dude who sat beside me was mesmerized...
Anyway, we landed in London in the am ( I love flying ovanite) and were picked up by my sista, miss thang (MT) and her family. Trust and we immediately launched into gists of what's hapened since we were all together.
As soon as we made it to MT's house, it was just on, we were multitasking ( u know trying our hands at unpacking, still sharing stories and prepping to go out all at the same time). By the time we got done, we were tired and opted not to go out, so intead we settled in and listened to songs by D'Banj. I have to admit the guy is pretty gud seeing as that's the first I've heard of him.
Next morning, I got up, showered and had a light breakfast, and walked with MT as she took my 7yr old nephew to school. Then I hooked up with AZ and a couple of her friends on Oxford street (one of whom happened to have some kinda discount at M&S's). I got into the store and just started throwing things in my cart, it was all well worth it tho. After we'd shopped and dropped, we went to their baked goods and i stocked up on the jam doughnuts, u know, like used to eat in naija, while MT went gaga for apple turnover...can't say I blame her tho...she loved it before she made her big move to the states.
After we got done, we walked back to the tube station and made the journey back to MT's...
Enter the house and I had the best time just hanging with my one yr old nephew. He is so cute and just loves to box, and dance. It's amazing how good a time you can have staying at home annd just hanging with kids.. (ok, if you repeat this, I am going to vehemently deny I said that).
Come saturday morning, and my oldest broda, who i fondly refer to as Eti Yaya(EY) pops in with his 2 sons. it was a full house as them kids were all running around, playing games and everything was just bustling. Again, most of the day was spent in the house just chilling and catching up with EY, his wifey(ZO), and the kids. I snuck outta the house for a lil bit with MT tho to gi to Sainsbury's so I can get the ijekuje my pple back in the states wanted...imagine, i travel cross country and the only thing pple from back home want is sweets.
Sunday, I realized I've been in London for about 4days, and I have yet to call anyone. With 2 many ppl to see and not enuff time to do it, i decided on calling a friend(DV...I was going to say VD, but it sounded wrong) of mine from naija who I had not seen in about 9yrs. I picked up the phone and dialed DV's number. His is a story I would love to share, but anoda time. ANyhow, omo did not pick up o, so I left him a voicemail saying I was in town, and that was the end of that.
The rest of sunday, I spent with MT shopping all ova the place, and ended up in Peckham. As usual, there were plenti naija ppl whose presence were made know by the noise factor in the name of convo. Na like so efribodi dey yarn dey broadcast dia bnez for the place, and all the time, I just kept thinking, My pple, una fit tone am down a couple of notches.
Monday night was spent in Tilbury town with my third sista (KF) and her pple. Again, I had the pleasure of hanging out with my 8yr old neice, and 5yr old nephew.
All them kids are just absolutely darling that for a lil bit, they got me thinking about dropping a couple meself... except for one minute detail, I still gotta find Mr. Right and Mr. Right now is ovarated and just won't do. Ok, I am definitely getting ahead of myself here. I still have at least a couple of more yeas of being totally ( and rightly so) self absorbed before I start thinking about children. ANyway, my last night in LOndon, and I realized I have not bought my parents anything, so off i went with MT to the M%S on Oxford street to shop. I also needed to pick up souvenirs like refrigerator magnets, and shot glasses(keepsakes for friends in the states). SO we shopped at M&S, and came time to buy the magnets, we couldn't make up our minds as to what store to buy them from so we found ourselves going up and down the length of Oxford street while laughing at each other for our inablility (it seems) to make a decision. We finally found a store that had what we were looking for and decided we were tired, we chose to take the bus back to the tube station rather than walk. When we got off the bus, and started to walk the few feet to the tube station, I felt someone brush against me, and thot the quy looked so much like DV. To cut a long story short, I called the fact to Mt's attention and she said to call out his name. We both did just as he was stepping on the bus.
He looked at us in disbelief and quickly grabbed the opeke he had on his arm ( she got on the bus b4 he did) and stepped off the bus. O'boy seemed surprised to see us that it seemed the only thing he was capable of doing was just hugging pesin. After the initial hello, MT tanda for back, DV then introduced opeke o. Me self come say hi, then tell opeke say sorry she missed her bus. B4 the woman fit reply, DV just open mouth talk say he no be biggie and dem go catch another bus( Mind you all these convo is taking place between hugs o. I almost felt suffocated, in a good way if there's such a thing). All the while, opeke just dey look on with basilisk eyes, like she was eady to take someone on.
Three buses later and I am looking to DV as if to say omo, u need to get on the next bus, and he insists its no wahala, and he was happi where he was. B4 I fit say anything else, opeke open mouf talk say, "Well, we do have to be somewhere!" I look MT, look the mama (opeke) come look DV, na so I begin dey laff on the inside say na for doghouse the boy go sleep 2nite and he no even sabi. B4 I fit talk something else, anoda bus pulled ova, DV wan collect my number, but before he fit open phone, na so opeke drag am enter bus, but not b4 he asked that I call him. As soon as the bus comot, na so MT begin laff. I come pull out phone make I take call ams, na so my sista talk say if I call am today, given the state opeke was in when she dragged him on the bus, the dog house would be a palace compared to where he'd be spending the nite.
ANyways, we got on the train, and when we got home, i started to pack my stuff and did not call DV like he wanted.
FFwrd some hours, and I am back in the states. KF called and while on the phone with her, I recounted my exprience seeing DV with the Opeke, and she said she wondered why he kept calling her while she was at work since he rarely eva does. Unfortunately she missed all his calls.
I made the 3hr drive back to my town the next day and wth a pang, I realized that my vacation was ova, and I had to get ready for work in the morning. Then I could not help but think about things like bills, and work hours... all things that did not cross my mind for the tiniest fraction of a second while I was on vacation.
I've been back at work for a couple of days now and there were some changes put into effect while I was gone, but we'll talk about that later.
I'm going to bed...
I hope u all missed me as much as I did u? I also bet u r wondering as to the hidden meaning behind the title blog today. Well, it's just madam Teva verbalized and I thot in keeping with the believe (if u believe me), I better update like she asked.
Like I said before, I am back. I find it relatively hard for the most part to write that, becos it siginifies the return to life of work, and responsibilities for the most part... Man I wish I could eternally be on vacation. Oh, well.. I guess I better yank my head outta dem clouds before i go 2 far.
London was so much fun. I had the best time just catching up with my peeps ova dia. it's been 2 long since the last time i was there.
Before I begin recounting my experiences, why do some people choose the most public places to pass gas? I am not trying to gross anyone out, and neither am I trying to be grossed out walking down the street, so if u r one of those people who pass gas any and everywhere, please reconsider.
I bet by now you are wondering what brought that about. Well, I boarded the AA with my travel mate and sista (AZ) on the way to London Heathrow jeje, and as soon as I got to my seat, the first thing we were welcomed with was the smell of somebody's rotten insides. I won't even go into details, but suffice it to say that the smell of ammonia would have been preferable to what I got.
We settled in and seeing as how i hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in about 30hrs, and had to drive 3hrs right after work to meet up with AZ before heading to the airport, I was rightly tired and zonked out before take-off.
I woke up with a start about an hr into the flight and started to watch the in-flight movie being shown, but I was still so tired i kept sleeping off and on. I felt sorry for AZ at some point because even i knew I probably was not the best travel mate at that point in time, but abeg, na condition make my crayfish bend... so no fault me.
ffwrd 4hrs and I was as good as new. I finally sat up and asked AZ if she was up for a game of PHASE 10 (it's a card game in case u r wondering). We started playing and were having so much fun that even the oyinbo dude who sat beside me was mesmerized...
Anyway, we landed in London in the am ( I love flying ovanite) and were picked up by my sista, miss thang (MT) and her family. Trust and we immediately launched into gists of what's hapened since we were all together.
As soon as we made it to MT's house, it was just on, we were multitasking ( u know trying our hands at unpacking, still sharing stories and prepping to go out all at the same time). By the time we got done, we were tired and opted not to go out, so intead we settled in and listened to songs by D'Banj. I have to admit the guy is pretty gud seeing as that's the first I've heard of him.
Next morning, I got up, showered and had a light breakfast, and walked with MT as she took my 7yr old nephew to school. Then I hooked up with AZ and a couple of her friends on Oxford street (one of whom happened to have some kinda discount at M&S's). I got into the store and just started throwing things in my cart, it was all well worth it tho. After we'd shopped and dropped, we went to their baked goods and i stocked up on the jam doughnuts, u know, like used to eat in naija, while MT went gaga for apple turnover...can't say I blame her tho...she loved it before she made her big move to the states.
After we got done, we walked back to the tube station and made the journey back to MT's...
Enter the house and I had the best time just hanging with my one yr old nephew. He is so cute and just loves to box, and dance. It's amazing how good a time you can have staying at home annd just hanging with kids.. (ok, if you repeat this, I am going to vehemently deny I said that).
Come saturday morning, and my oldest broda, who i fondly refer to as Eti Yaya(EY) pops in with his 2 sons. it was a full house as them kids were all running around, playing games and everything was just bustling. Again, most of the day was spent in the house just chilling and catching up with EY, his wifey(ZO), and the kids. I snuck outta the house for a lil bit with MT tho to gi to Sainsbury's so I can get the ijekuje my pple back in the states wanted...imagine, i travel cross country and the only thing pple from back home want is sweets.
Sunday, I realized I've been in London for about 4days, and I have yet to call anyone. With 2 many ppl to see and not enuff time to do it, i decided on calling a friend(DV...I was going to say VD, but it sounded wrong) of mine from naija who I had not seen in about 9yrs. I picked up the phone and dialed DV's number. His is a story I would love to share, but anoda time. ANyhow, omo did not pick up o, so I left him a voicemail saying I was in town, and that was the end of that.
The rest of sunday, I spent with MT shopping all ova the place, and ended up in Peckham. As usual, there were plenti naija ppl whose presence were made know by the noise factor in the name of convo. Na like so efribodi dey yarn dey broadcast dia bnez for the place, and all the time, I just kept thinking, My pple, una fit tone am down a couple of notches.
Monday night was spent in Tilbury town with my third sista (KF) and her pple. Again, I had the pleasure of hanging out with my 8yr old neice, and 5yr old nephew.
All them kids are just absolutely darling that for a lil bit, they got me thinking about dropping a couple meself... except for one minute detail, I still gotta find Mr. Right and Mr. Right now is ovarated and just won't do. Ok, I am definitely getting ahead of myself here. I still have at least a couple of more yeas of being totally ( and rightly so) self absorbed before I start thinking about children. ANyway, my last night in LOndon, and I realized I have not bought my parents anything, so off i went with MT to the M%S on Oxford street to shop. I also needed to pick up souvenirs like refrigerator magnets, and shot glasses(keepsakes for friends in the states). SO we shopped at M&S, and came time to buy the magnets, we couldn't make up our minds as to what store to buy them from so we found ourselves going up and down the length of Oxford street while laughing at each other for our inablility (it seems) to make a decision. We finally found a store that had what we were looking for and decided we were tired, we chose to take the bus back to the tube station rather than walk. When we got off the bus, and started to walk the few feet to the tube station, I felt someone brush against me, and thot the quy looked so much like DV. To cut a long story short, I called the fact to Mt's attention and she said to call out his name. We both did just as he was stepping on the bus.
He looked at us in disbelief and quickly grabbed the opeke he had on his arm ( she got on the bus b4 he did) and stepped off the bus. O'boy seemed surprised to see us that it seemed the only thing he was capable of doing was just hugging pesin. After the initial hello, MT tanda for back, DV then introduced opeke o. Me self come say hi, then tell opeke say sorry she missed her bus. B4 the woman fit reply, DV just open mouth talk say he no be biggie and dem go catch another bus( Mind you all these convo is taking place between hugs o. I almost felt suffocated, in a good way if there's such a thing). All the while, opeke just dey look on with basilisk eyes, like she was eady to take someone on.
Three buses later and I am looking to DV as if to say omo, u need to get on the next bus, and he insists its no wahala, and he was happi where he was. B4 I fit say anything else, opeke open mouf talk say, "Well, we do have to be somewhere!" I look MT, look the mama (opeke) come look DV, na so I begin dey laff on the inside say na for doghouse the boy go sleep 2nite and he no even sabi. B4 I fit talk something else, anoda bus pulled ova, DV wan collect my number, but before he fit open phone, na so opeke drag am enter bus, but not b4 he asked that I call him. As soon as the bus comot, na so MT begin laff. I come pull out phone make I take call ams, na so my sista talk say if I call am today, given the state opeke was in when she dragged him on the bus, the dog house would be a palace compared to where he'd be spending the nite.
ANyways, we got on the train, and when we got home, i started to pack my stuff and did not call DV like he wanted.
FFwrd some hours, and I am back in the states. KF called and while on the phone with her, I recounted my exprience seeing DV with the Opeke, and she said she wondered why he kept calling her while she was at work since he rarely eva does. Unfortunately she missed all his calls.
I made the 3hr drive back to my town the next day and wth a pang, I realized that my vacation was ova, and I had to get ready for work in the morning. Then I could not help but think about things like bills, and work hours... all things that did not cross my mind for the tiniest fraction of a second while I was on vacation.
I've been back at work for a couple of days now and there were some changes put into effect while I was gone, but we'll talk about that later.
I'm going to bed...
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
In da words of miss Teva, "it's about blinging time."
Happy new year to my people in blogsville, bloggerland. It has been a while since the last time I jotted down my thots as u all know. Thanks to Miss Teva for asking about updates. To make a long story short, I thot I’d start my first blog of the year with new resolutions like half the world has done. But 24 days later, I thot, 4get it…. How many people remember their resolutions a couple of months into the year anyways.
So instead of resolutions, I decided to make promises….of simple things really…
1) Promise to post in my blogpage as much as I visit others. (Let’s see how long that lasts).
2) Promise to seize each day and make it mine.
3) Promise to drop everybody who mooches off me
4) Promise to drop every negative person I’ve eva come in contact with
5) Promise to see my parents and siblings more often
6) Promise to be a lil bit less normal than I was last yr
7) Promise to go to work when I can and stay at home when I can’t (cuz those pple will be foine with or without me..
8) Promise to add to this list as soon as I think up other things I need to do.
I saw a last minute deal on aa.com last week and booked me a flight. I can’t wait to be out of this place. It’s only been 24days outta the year and I already need a vacation. Having said all that, I am sitting at my desk at work and just thinking… I have about 18hrs before I hop on the plane…
Yea, that’s rait… London, here I come…
So instead of resolutions, I decided to make promises….of simple things really…
1) Promise to post in my blogpage as much as I visit others. (Let’s see how long that lasts).
2) Promise to seize each day and make it mine.
3) Promise to drop everybody who mooches off me
4) Promise to drop every negative person I’ve eva come in contact with
5) Promise to see my parents and siblings more often
6) Promise to be a lil bit less normal than I was last yr
7) Promise to go to work when I can and stay at home when I can’t (cuz those pple will be foine with or without me..
8) Promise to add to this list as soon as I think up other things I need to do.
I saw a last minute deal on aa.com last week and booked me a flight. I can’t wait to be out of this place. It’s only been 24days outta the year and I already need a vacation. Having said all that, I am sitting at my desk at work and just thinking… I have about 18hrs before I hop on the plane…
Yea, that’s rait… London, here I come…
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