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.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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…
Friday, November 03, 2006
aeroplane palava
My ppl, It is yet another day, the 18th of october actually, and I am blogging from the great St Louis airport..I forget what the name of it is... Anyway, I just got off work about 3 hours ago, and I barely had time to rush home and freshen up before heading to the airport. Yes o, that is what I said. I am scheduled to be in Las Vegas in a couple of hours, but that is another tori.
The point of this here particular blog is to whine, for lack of a better word, about our small a** planes. I knew it wasn't going to be as big as a boeing 747 (insert names for bigger planes here...) or anything like that since it said it was an american conection flight ( someone pls explain the difference!). But I thought that it would at least have the 10 rows that are common with those type of planes. As soon as I boarded, I knew it was not going to be the smoothest of rides. Those pple knew what they were talking about when they said connection flight. I can almost swear that the whole plane was smaller than the regular molue that tranports pple around the Lagos area. Did I say almost? Well, scratch that! I meant most definitely. I could not stand straight while walking the aisle to find my seat. As a matter of fact, it felt like I was crawling ( I wonder who the rocket scientist was that came up with a plane size that small).
I finally found my seat and got myself ready for takeoff. Mind you, I walked all the way to the front of the damn thing and back before finding my seat. I guess in my subconsciousness, I was hoping for hidden cabins. Imagine my suprise when I realized there wasn't any. I have no idea why I deluded myself into thinking that I could take a nap for a couple of minutes ehn (I had just gotten off work and I hadn't slept at all). The takeoff was anything but smooth, it felt as though I was riding the vertical velocity at an amsement park and I was suspended in air for what seemed like ages. The whole 45minutes of it was absolutely terrifying ( and that is saying a lot seeing as how I usually love to fly).
Anyway, come landing time, and I could feel my gut running away from me. And I mean that almost literally. Does that make sense? I am not even sure anymore. When we finally disembarked, I almost kissed the ground. I can't believe that I will be going through this again in a couple of days. I am starting to think that maybe I should just drive.
OK, Now that I have whined a little( again insert better word here), I think I will go to starbucks and order myself a white chocolate mocha and a muffin to calm my nerves while i wait for my connecting flight to Vegas, where the world awaits. Till next time...
The point of this here particular blog is to whine, for lack of a better word, about our small a** planes. I knew it wasn't going to be as big as a boeing 747 (insert names for bigger planes here...) or anything like that since it said it was an american conection flight ( someone pls explain the difference!). But I thought that it would at least have the 10 rows that are common with those type of planes. As soon as I boarded, I knew it was not going to be the smoothest of rides. Those pple knew what they were talking about when they said connection flight. I can almost swear that the whole plane was smaller than the regular molue that tranports pple around the Lagos area. Did I say almost? Well, scratch that! I meant most definitely. I could not stand straight while walking the aisle to find my seat. As a matter of fact, it felt like I was crawling ( I wonder who the rocket scientist was that came up with a plane size that small).
I finally found my seat and got myself ready for takeoff. Mind you, I walked all the way to the front of the damn thing and back before finding my seat. I guess in my subconsciousness, I was hoping for hidden cabins. Imagine my suprise when I realized there wasn't any. I have no idea why I deluded myself into thinking that I could take a nap for a couple of minutes ehn (I had just gotten off work and I hadn't slept at all). The takeoff was anything but smooth, it felt as though I was riding the vertical velocity at an amsement park and I was suspended in air for what seemed like ages. The whole 45minutes of it was absolutely terrifying ( and that is saying a lot seeing as how I usually love to fly).
Anyway, come landing time, and I could feel my gut running away from me. And I mean that almost literally. Does that make sense? I am not even sure anymore. When we finally disembarked, I almost kissed the ground. I can't believe that I will be going through this again in a couple of days. I am starting to think that maybe I should just drive.
OK, Now that I have whined a little( again insert better word here), I think I will go to starbucks and order myself a white chocolate mocha and a muffin to calm my nerves while i wait for my connecting flight to Vegas, where the world awaits. Till next time...
Sunday, October 29, 2006
2nd chances...a little too melodramatic, u think?
I don't quite remember how many times have heard the phrase "be greatful for what you have right now because it can be taken from you at any time."
The real meaning of some things (e.g. phrases like that and sometimes life in general) gets lost on me sometimes. Maybe because I don't try hard enough to understand it.
I don't think I'm that far from the truth when I assume that each one of us has at some point in our lives taken things for granted that we should have been very grateful for...
What is the point of my being "ridiculously" (?) philosophical today, I feel myself being asked? It's about everything, it's taking a step back and enjoying life for what it is at every second, regardless of how broke you are or how unfair you think life is is treating you at the moment ( among other things). Above all, it's giving thanks to God for His mercies and grace every waking moments of our lives.
I had the day off work last thursday and had planned lunch with a friend. We went to Saputo's ( an italian ristorante in the downtown Springfield area). I really did not do much after I got home even though I stayed up. My friend showed up at my place later on @ night and we played phase 10 ( a card game that every household should have). After that, we watched a couple of movies ( first casanova: which I still think everyone should see, and then monsoon wedding: eh, it was an ok indian movie... or maybe it's hindu. someone please tell me the difference!).
Anyway, I finally went to sleep at about 6am and woke up some 8hrs later feeling tired, so I just stayed in bed. While laying, I canceled my plans for the evening and called my sista( I talk to her a lot) and told her I was tired. A little while after I got off the phone I started to feel hot (and if u're thinking menopause, you couldn't be any farther from the answer). Thinking that the heater was turned on too high I got up to lower the temp control only to find out that it wasn't even on ( and it was about 45degrees outside).
Anyway, I walked over to the sliding door, so I could open it and I started to feel dizzy. The next thing I remember my younger brother ( we live together) was asking me what I was doing on the floor. I had apparently passed out and fell the 90degrees to the floor, hitting my head. I had a killer headache when I tried to get up and for a while I was not sure where I was or what I was doing there. Seeing as how I still felt dizzy, I asked to be taken to the ER (My very first hospital visit... for something serious... since I was born).
The doctor thought it might have been some kind of vagal reaction ( ask me how long it took their whole team to figure that out!!) because they could not figure out what else could have caused the temporary loss of consciousness. Mind you this was after I was poked for blood, and had to have fluids passed ( which I don't remember getting... they better not bill me for that). Oh, and did I mention that I had to have an EKG done and a CT scan of the brain.
Thankfully all my my labs came back ok and I was discharged with instructions to follow up wit my GP.
Now that I have had time to think about the event I can only be greatful to God for still wanting me above ground and be really thankful my brother was at home, because i might still be passed out right now ( and before you start wondering, alcohol had nothing to do with it)...
I can now surmise that I still have a bunch of people I need to bug... among other things.
No seriously, I am just really thankful, more so than usual, and maybe I look at things a little bit diffrently now... but who ever said that was a bad thing?
The real meaning of some things (e.g. phrases like that and sometimes life in general) gets lost on me sometimes. Maybe because I don't try hard enough to understand it.
I don't think I'm that far from the truth when I assume that each one of us has at some point in our lives taken things for granted that we should have been very grateful for...
What is the point of my being "ridiculously" (?) philosophical today, I feel myself being asked? It's about everything, it's taking a step back and enjoying life for what it is at every second, regardless of how broke you are or how unfair you think life is is treating you at the moment ( among other things). Above all, it's giving thanks to God for His mercies and grace every waking moments of our lives.
I had the day off work last thursday and had planned lunch with a friend. We went to Saputo's ( an italian ristorante in the downtown Springfield area). I really did not do much after I got home even though I stayed up. My friend showed up at my place later on @ night and we played phase 10 ( a card game that every household should have). After that, we watched a couple of movies ( first casanova: which I still think everyone should see, and then monsoon wedding: eh, it was an ok indian movie... or maybe it's hindu. someone please tell me the difference!).
Anyway, I finally went to sleep at about 6am and woke up some 8hrs later feeling tired, so I just stayed in bed. While laying, I canceled my plans for the evening and called my sista( I talk to her a lot) and told her I was tired. A little while after I got off the phone I started to feel hot (and if u're thinking menopause, you couldn't be any farther from the answer). Thinking that the heater was turned on too high I got up to lower the temp control only to find out that it wasn't even on ( and it was about 45degrees outside).
Anyway, I walked over to the sliding door, so I could open it and I started to feel dizzy. The next thing I remember my younger brother ( we live together) was asking me what I was doing on the floor. I had apparently passed out and fell the 90degrees to the floor, hitting my head. I had a killer headache when I tried to get up and for a while I was not sure where I was or what I was doing there. Seeing as how I still felt dizzy, I asked to be taken to the ER (My very first hospital visit... for something serious... since I was born).
The doctor thought it might have been some kind of vagal reaction ( ask me how long it took their whole team to figure that out!!) because they could not figure out what else could have caused the temporary loss of consciousness. Mind you this was after I was poked for blood, and had to have fluids passed ( which I don't remember getting... they better not bill me for that). Oh, and did I mention that I had to have an EKG done and a CT scan of the brain.
Thankfully all my my labs came back ok and I was discharged with instructions to follow up wit my GP.
Now that I have had time to think about the event I can only be greatful to God for still wanting me above ground and be really thankful my brother was at home, because i might still be passed out right now ( and before you start wondering, alcohol had nothing to do with it)...
I can now surmise that I still have a bunch of people I need to bug... among other things.
No seriously, I am just really thankful, more so than usual, and maybe I look at things a little bit diffrently now... but who ever said that was a bad thing?
Sunday, October 15, 2006
The Departed...
It has been a while since the last time I posted anything anywhere. The last week was unusually busy for me. So much so that I had no personal time for myself (na so so wahala pesin dey try correct). It seemed to me as though I had barely fnished working on one task before I was whisked away to begin on another. In the seconds I was able to steal to ponder on things, I promised myself that I was going to celebrate the end of the week by seeing a movie, and maybe take in dinner at an Italian restaurant I'd had my eye on since I spotted it some months back, and maybe I will squeeze in a prayer or two for a much better week to come. (who knows...)
I woke up this morning feeling unexplainably tired. My friend was s'posed to call and confirm what movie we were going to see. (Maybe I was s'posed to call her...I forget these things. I guess that's why a lot of people transpose the digits that make up my age. Now I think about it, I can't blame them one bit).
Anyway, while I was waiting for my friend to call, I figured I would finish the remaining tasks I had to work on. (I have to admit that it never once occured to me to call her. I think I am losing it. Huh, I wonder if I need medication for that yet).
After I get done, I decide to do my laundry... somethng I had been putting off for a couple of weeks because of the hectic schedule I've had. I finished the laundry and was putting stuff away when my friend (bet u'r wondering by now if she has a name or not. I would tell u, but what does it really matter, right?) called and told me she just woke up. Imagine that...It was 6pm and she just woke up. The rest of the world (ok, so I exaggerate a little) had already been up for twelve hours.
We decided on The Departed after screening all the movies that were playing and noting the ones that were just a waste of two hours (and most of them were).
Fast forward a little bit and we are at the theater. The movie had been playing for about five minutes when I finally got settled in my seat. I of course began multitasking again...Keeping your eyes on the screen while munching on nachos, and sipping on soda is not an easy job, but one of the few jobs I don't mind doing.
An hour into the movie and the already thick plot is thickening even more and I am thinking to myself that this is one of the best movies I've seen this year (and that is saying a lot since the movies that came out this year have literally been crap). Anyway, the movie ends, I turned ova to where my frind was sitting and we both agreed that it was a good movie, but felt like there was going to be a second part to it (and maybe a third if they feel so inclined. As if another trilogy is what we need. I am not bitter sha).
On the way home from the theater, I am thinking to myself, trying to figure out why the movie is titled The Departed. I pulled into my parking spot and the answer comes to me. Half the characters in the movie were killed. I can only assume the other half would be killed if they ever try to make a sequel... unless the sequel is titled The Returned, in which case the original cast will return. I wonder if that is too freaky even for television.
I am lounging on my sofa trying to recapture the events of the past week, and see how much dent I put on my workload, and I realized I did nothing at all the past week other than my laundry and the drive I made to go see my family (mind you they live in a different city, three hours drive from me). The rest of the time, I basically spent lounging from one spot to the other.
Hmm. It's hard to believe that I was so busy doing nothing that I did not have time to do anything that needed done. I wonder what the next week will bring.
Until then...
I woke up this morning feeling unexplainably tired. My friend was s'posed to call and confirm what movie we were going to see. (Maybe I was s'posed to call her...I forget these things. I guess that's why a lot of people transpose the digits that make up my age. Now I think about it, I can't blame them one bit).
Anyway, while I was waiting for my friend to call, I figured I would finish the remaining tasks I had to work on. (I have to admit that it never once occured to me to call her. I think I am losing it. Huh, I wonder if I need medication for that yet).
After I get done, I decide to do my laundry... somethng I had been putting off for a couple of weeks because of the hectic schedule I've had. I finished the laundry and was putting stuff away when my friend (bet u'r wondering by now if she has a name or not. I would tell u, but what does it really matter, right?) called and told me she just woke up. Imagine that...It was 6pm and she just woke up. The rest of the world (ok, so I exaggerate a little) had already been up for twelve hours.
We decided on The Departed after screening all the movies that were playing and noting the ones that were just a waste of two hours (and most of them were).
Fast forward a little bit and we are at the theater. The movie had been playing for about five minutes when I finally got settled in my seat. I of course began multitasking again...Keeping your eyes on the screen while munching on nachos, and sipping on soda is not an easy job, but one of the few jobs I don't mind doing.
An hour into the movie and the already thick plot is thickening even more and I am thinking to myself that this is one of the best movies I've seen this year (and that is saying a lot since the movies that came out this year have literally been crap). Anyway, the movie ends, I turned ova to where my frind was sitting and we both agreed that it was a good movie, but felt like there was going to be a second part to it (and maybe a third if they feel so inclined. As if another trilogy is what we need. I am not bitter sha).
On the way home from the theater, I am thinking to myself, trying to figure out why the movie is titled The Departed. I pulled into my parking spot and the answer comes to me. Half the characters in the movie were killed. I can only assume the other half would be killed if they ever try to make a sequel... unless the sequel is titled The Returned, in which case the original cast will return. I wonder if that is too freaky even for television.
I am lounging on my sofa trying to recapture the events of the past week, and see how much dent I put on my workload, and I realized I did nothing at all the past week other than my laundry and the drive I made to go see my family (mind you they live in a different city, three hours drive from me). The rest of the time, I basically spent lounging from one spot to the other.
Hmm. It's hard to believe that I was so busy doing nothing that I did not have time to do anything that needed done. I wonder what the next week will bring.
Until then...
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
My dear Bims, Congratulations!!!
My cuz just got a job, in NJ so i'm pretty happy for her ( and for myslef too). I guess it's partly because I am expecting a bigger package for xmas from her, but I know it's mostly because i know she deserves it especially since she had to cross a major border ( diff countries). B4 i keep rambling on, I just wanted to say Kudos cuz.... It's been long coming.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
WHERE TO BEGIN???
So,
i read me emails today (it has been long ovadue), n I see a post from a friend about this blogger thing. It is kinda cool, so i figure I'll start posting stuff too. This way at least ppl have my permission to read my diary.
Lest i forget, thanks Deewan for sending the post.
I s'pose I will continue this as I go along.
Till my next post, stay tuned!!!
i read me emails today (it has been long ovadue), n I see a post from a friend about this blogger thing. It is kinda cool, so i figure I'll start posting stuff too. This way at least ppl have my permission to read my diary.
Lest i forget, thanks Deewan for sending the post.
I s'pose I will continue this as I go along.
Till my next post, stay tuned!!!
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