Tuesday, March 30, 2010

last night

Just so u know. This is in no way sexual.

So I checked my bbm theN I checked my updates. Then I saw "welcome Meffers" that code name for Ifeanyi. By her sister Chennie.

I didn't want to get too excited so I just u know calmly asked Chennie." Is IFy on bb?" And she said YES. But then people lie so I said "gimme her pin" and she did.

So I selected copied, pasted and what not but the darn thing kept saying its an email. By then only one word was on my mind *suspect*

I got back to chennie and said ask Meffers to add me.

( All this while I felt like the commentators on the game that messi scored the hat trick)

For those of you who don't know, the commentary went sthg like this.

Commentator1: and Messi gets the ball ahh Messi is running with the ball ahhh MEssSSsSI OMG

Commentator2: Messi AGAIN and again and again ooooohhhh MESSI.

Yes they were having orgasms on messi soccer playing skills. Gash.

That's how I felt except I just hadn't climaxed yet.

When I got the message saying Meffers wants 2 add u as a contact. I hit clinax

*insert ringtone here*

Why was I so excited?? 1st free gossip.

2. Free un-limited gossip.
( No I am not a gossip, I just like to be informed)

3. Free un-limited intresting Gossip.

Yes I like sweet gist.

4. I could check on mrs MIA at will and not wait for her silly ass to reply an email I had sent 3 weeks ago by 2am.

5. A fan of Ricky's I could gossip with at will. ( No 1 is a fan of ricky's)

Yes so all that made me pull a messi on my self.

But seriously tho what is up with Messi???


IMO

Lady gaga totally got back at honey B with that telephone video. For the Video phone one. Gashhhhh. Honey B looked anything but honey. :D and yes I'm not a fan of b. Sue me. :p

Monday, March 29, 2010

the art of compromise.

I am not a nice person. Seriously, I used to think I was, I just realised, I'm very wicked. :D

I am a strong believer in results. People that talk to much and can't deliver irk me.

I hate Overtly dramatic people. That being said, peoplw always say I am dramatic.

I don't think I am as strong enough as I love to potray. (That's Y I GAT a man)

I'm worried sometimes that after my exams I'll have too much time on my hands

In the last 3 weeks I've been having the same dream...that I won N10m on who wants 2 be a millionare. This is day dream.

Last Night I had the weirdest dream ever. I'm not gonna divulge.

I went Natural on my skin 2 weeks ago or so... Then I "heard" Ori that I assumed was shea butter is "Snake / boa Fat"

I am Terrified of snakes. Esp snake lizards.

I like to be serious, but somehow I come across as funny, every single time.

I get Bored easily.

I got off twitter.

I don't understand people who have been hurt by other people making a public fiasco about it. It just screams attention Whore.

I think I wanna dread my real hair.

I love my MoM. She is the best thing that has happened to me, in Forever.

When people read my blog and say OMG u are so deep. I wonder if anyone is honestky shallow.

My friend OyeTola Smith is a kind girl. One of the kindest people I know.

I have been burnt by friends, Money wise and Man wise. I'm still looking for how 2 dispose these two people.

I have fake dreads on now. The look ridiculous. I hate how they look. Maybe its because I permanently have it in shuku.

My job doesn't excite me. *bored*

I am also a boy magnet. ( This isn't me bragging... Promise)

I visited Facebook. *sigh* it just looked long. Very long.

I love melanie fiona. Her music is totally for me.

I can't wait to get married. I really Can't..

I don't want kids for the 1st 2 years of Marriage.

Dramatic people irk me. Wait I think I've said this before.

People without Morals have the hottest place in hell.

Men that date women for 10years and Marry another woman have the next hottest place in hell.

He thinks I will look "super super cute" with real dreads.

I hate when exams are coming. I just shut down. And become irritable$

I hate people that borrow money and refuse to pay.

I love purple and yellow.

I still want a tattoo.

I need to work out. My tummy is HUGE. I'm beginning to look like Riri in Rude boy vid.

I am addicted to boston Legal. ( 2000 and late) I know.

I really wish my ex would stop trying to be friends with me.

The hardest relationship I have is the one with my sister. (Sad)

People who live above their Means would hate me.

When people shake me and say ur hands are soft, I always say " that's d hardest part of my body"

I'm insanely Random.


I am also a flirt. :(

I love Debo Agusto. And No he isn't my Boyfriend.

I can't wait to be RICH!!

I still wanna learn how to play the piano.

I have/ need to repair my relationship with God.

I am too tactless sometimes.

I think I'll make a good in-law. Honest.

This post was supposed 2 be about something else. Then the randomness took over. *sigh*

Friday, March 26, 2010

happy birthday

When I got on twitter. I was skeptical. I met a couple shitty people. Met serious bullshitters. And I met King. Akingbayo. We aren't best of friends. But we talk. About stuff that matter. And I know we aren't as close cuz he tries 2 kiss me everynow and then. But its all love. Between us both. And then some.
Bottom line I'm thankful I met him. And I hope we remain friends.

Long live the king.
Happy birthday akinbayo atere.
Mr AA.
:D

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

random

Odds are that this post won't make sense.

Maybe it will.
I feel like I am at a cross roads

U know, the kind where every thing is new and you and only you can decide?

Well if u don't. Know now. Its scary. And I sont scare easily.
Its also nice. Has this warm feeling to all of it.

I don't want to grow further. I want to remain where I am.

Because every argument brings me and you apart.
Offcourse u must have guessed it. Man.

Well One Man. I've hung my boots

But for some reason, No one, including the particular Man can see this.
And that is Sad.

And that is what this post is about. I'm worried my best may not be good enough.

Strange..
But true. You have my knickers in a twist babe. You and only you.

Love.
C

Sunday, March 21, 2010

IN my opinion

I'm hard to love and harder to stop loving.

I am not cut out for serious human relationships

I really like you but I don't know how this is going to work.

Boys like me.

I like boys.

I write when I'm upset, happy or overtly emotional.

I cry way to easily, over the most trivial things.

But for some reason when we have these arguments I don't.

I don't even second guess me and you.

And I should, but I can't. And I won't and I don't.

I am ready to argue and argue and argue and argue and argue till I get this right.

I never knew it would be this hard.

And in my honest opinion I think u may have my mumu button,

Howelse do I explain last night? Jazz??

I may just be ridiculously sprung.

And I like it. Without the fights.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Marriage

Today I'm writing on just one leaf because the man beside me asked last week if I was a writer. Today I've got marriage on my mind. Well I can count the people I know that are "happily" married. Notice I said happily. That is the key word. I know people who make statements like "oh my parents don't speak" or " I'm with my husband just for the money" and the likes. How come we have this many unhappy marriages in Nigeria?? I do not know but I have 2 logical reasons why. Maybe it could be that to many women are chasing money? It could be that, these women seek from marriage- financial security.
Or maybe we don't pray enough. It could be that, the married people do not pray enough.
Anyways my aunt that is a lawyer came 2 see. My mummy who wasn't at home so she met urs truly at home. I had an oral interview on how to make starch and owoh soup. I had to recite the steps I'll take to make owoh soup that I have made so many times I have no choice than 2 marry someone that eats it. After I finished (I gorrit by d way). She then decided to tell me how the itsekiri women cook it to hold their husbands and after I took note. She went further to mention that she had a nice uroboh man for me. See honestly I am not against my aunts / uncles finding me husband. What I am against is what she said Right after. She said and I quote " oh so that I will drive the brand new car that the husband will give you while u stay home and cook for him. She and my other aunt found this fucking hilarious. I think its greed. I know these women, their husbands are rich. Filthy rich and none of their husbands have given either of their mother-in-laws brand new cars 2 drive. While these women cook for them. Nor okada nor bicycle nor Spoke. So WTF do they want 2 do with the car my husband will give me? Or am I a cash cow to be sold? Like seriously Is that the reason why everyone wants me 2 get married? Just so they know the person I think I have my eyes own is not going to give anybody a car, or keys to a bicycle or keys to anything. I'm not letting him do that shit *rolls eyes*
I also wonder why everyone goes on and on about how your man must be filthy rich. Both of these my aunties married poor men. WiTH ambition. And now their husbands are rich. Rich enough that my uncles bbm name is "Rich Man" like seriously. In his defense the girls like it.
Whatever the case this marriage talk is just plain freaking over rated
Overrated like the hype of brazilian hair.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Malade

I am sick. I think I have malaria. But I'm positive I have a cold. I have been blowing so hard. (My nose) and I have been sneezing so much I feel like some 1 is wanking with my name. So I came to the hospital. Because I was running MAD sitting home with a headache. Wielding my Gold hygiea card, my lover dropped me off at the hospital. He had a biz meeting to dash off to. Great.
Well not so great. U see the hospital is renovating PLUS I feel, today is an ante-natal class. Everyone here is preggers. No not preggers like 3 months. Pregnant like heavily my water is about 2 break preggers. Even the man here. Ok that's just a huge pot belly but he does look a lot like the 3 women beside him... Bellywise offcourse. The only person asides me here that isn't sporting a belly is the lady behind me. She has a kid. And her kid might as well be pg. The boy has been crying non-stop since I got here. Coupled with my headache aka little chinese people having an orgy in my head.. I have become grouchy. Maybe my newly aquired grouchiness is due to the facT that these hospital people decided to not let us watch AFmag. Instead we are watching Mnet action. Don't gerrit twisted, I hate Afmag but if I have 2 watch tv at d hospital Afmag is there preferred choice. Which brings me to the issue. My AFmag yoruba isn't working. This is bad real bad mJ. The man just called me Mrs Olaolu. I had to look really hard at my card to check if I am a Mrs and I'm not aware.
Moving on, I hate the clinical smell of hospitals. They somehow have a way of sticking to your clothes. And I am also scared of injections ... I think. Well I've had about 3 operations, uncountable injections and I've had my blood taken time without number. So why am I still scared? I have no idea. I should be familiar with the pain by now. However let it be known that every single time I had 2 take an injection. I screamed, kick and cry. Today I hope I don't have 2 take an injection. My lover isn't here and there is no 1 2 pacify me when I scream kick and cry.. That is if I do take d injection offcourse.
The doctor still isn't here, I can't remember the last time I was sick enough to miss work.
My mum thinks its all the stress of weekend school, work then Weekday school. She has forbade me to attend weekday lectures. *sigh*
I feel drowsy I need to be looked after.. Mummy should take 2 days off work and come look after me.
Anyways the doctor said its malaria prescribed the drugs bUT still insisted I took the malaria test. Which means they have 2 take my blood which means needles.
Clearly I would never be able to do drugs. That involve needles offcourse.
Bottom line I hate being sick, all these little things that threathen my regular routine. Like a cold that limits me 2 d fan instead of a sleeping with ac. Or just the fact that I can't go 2 school. *shudders*
Its so sad. On the upside I've had quite some visitors.
To all of you who called, texted, bbm'd and actually came. (Like to see me not came asin past-tense of Cum) I'm Really thankful u made these few days worth it.

Monday, March 1, 2010

These Genes

Growing up I was very insensitive and ignorant. And I believed the world revolved around me. So since that was my disposition to life I wasn't aware that I had people around me that were special. Ada. My friend was virtually my family friend, we attended the same church and her mum was my aunty. If u are Nigerian you wil know that there is a difference between your mothers friend and your "Aunty" that isn't your Mothers sister. Aunty. Elaine was in my mum's church committee and all that fan fare so ada her siblings and I with my siblings sometimes had 2 wait after church for those unending meetings. Cut the story short. Ada was illogically beautiful. She had really long hair. And we all know how hard that feat is to acheive as a Nigerian female. Plus her eyes were really cute and she had dimples and no pimples. Anyways we got into uni and studied the same course which meant I already had a friend before I got 2 uni not bad. Our mum's came for matric and we still have loads of pictures. Another Ridiculous thing we do at home. Keeps pictures forever. Anyways so along the line since we were good friends plus family friends only naturally I was asked of her whereabout when she missed school. The thing is she was always gone just before school closed and she never resumed on time. There were also times she just left in the middle of school. I always assumed she was forming big girl. I don't know why but it never occured to me that she was SS. She was to happy and had 2 bubbly a personality to be SS. She didn't have the yellow eyes. Neither was she tiny or sickly looking she had nice rack and what not. It was a huge blow when I found out. And sadly I found out the last semester of Uni. We had just resumed and we happened to have the same bag. One brown abi yellow tiger print bag from primark that caused all our classmates to call us sisters. Well most of year four she was in and out off school. She missed the 1st semster exams and by then everyone had started hounding me for answers. Still I had no idea.
Come the 23rd of November Ada was no more. The day had started as normal except Ada's close friend M had been pedaling a rumor asking people to pray for her that she had a Crisis. I was sooo furious. Where did she get this smelly gist from. Excuse me if any one shoulda known about this, it would have been me. I even saw her mum during the harvest AND she gave me food to bring back to Ada. Ada did not have crisis. She was just sick. So offcourse we all know how news spreads. Everyone kept saying it. On and On and I went to call her younger sister who happened to be a year below me in school and I couldn't find her. People said she had gone home. I rememeber seeing the kind of my car in school but I shrugged it off. My driver couldn't not be in school at 8pm. Mummy dosent even let me come to school later than 4pm cus of her car.

Well cutting this story short. Last night the car came to get Uju. Ada had passed. She had renial failure. I guess that has something to do with her kidney system. She had been having crisis on and off in the last six months. She was the first child of her parents. She was 21 years old. And she had passed. In pain. Because of the SS.
I have had other encounters with SS patients but this is the closest I have experienced. My friend is AS her elder sister is SS. She said its the most difficult thing to watch you sister helpleSs and not be able to do anything.

I couldn't help Uju pack Ada's things. It was too hard for me.

Now I am still not so learned about this whole sickle cell thing. But I know some people who are. A certain twitter persona @Toptosyn has an event called "Jeans for genes" I don't know the procedure for this event. But it takes place on d 27th of march 2010 I think its at Swe bar. I would love to attend. My schedule won't allow me. But what I do know is that this SS thing needs more awarness and support. This isn't like HIV or an STI that people supposedly bring upon them selves its a condition they are born with.
An uncle of mine married an SS lady. Aunty K is one of the nicest people I know. She isn't domesticated simply because she can't do the work but she tries so hard to fit in. *sigh*
She told me that before she went in to labour people had raved about the labour pains. She said she went in had her kid and came out, she didn't experience the pain people were raving about. She said "the pain I experienced during my labour is not up to 1/10th of a crisis pain"
I have menstrual pain. And I want to DIE. When it hits me without having my meds. So I can't imagine what these people go through. For more information about this event go to
www.jeansforgenes.blogspot.com.

These Genes

Growing up I was very insensitive and ignorant. And I believed the world revolved around me. So since that was my disposition to life I wasn't aware that I had people around me that were special. Ada. My friend was virtually my family friend, we attended the same church and her mum was my aunty. If u are Nigerian you wil know that there is a difference between your mothers friend and your "Aunty" that isn't your Mothers sister. Aunty. Elaine was in my mum's church committee and all that fan fare so ada her siblings and I with my siblings sometimes had 2 wait after church for those unending meetings. Cut the story short. Ada was illogically beautiful. She had really long hair. And we all know how hard that feat is to acheive as a Nigerian female. Plus her eyes were really cute and she had dimples and no pimples. Anyways we got into uni and studied the same course which meant I already had a friend before I got 2 uni not bad. Our mum's came for matric and we still have loads of pictures. Another Ridiculous thing we do at home. Keeps pictures forever. Anyways so along the line since we were good friends plus family friends only naturally I was asked of her whereabout when she missed school. The thing is she was always gone just before school closed and she never resumed on time. There were also times she just left in the middle of school. I always assumed she was forming big girl. I don't know why but it never occured to me that she was SS. She was to happy and had 2 bubbly a personality to be SS. She didn't have the yellow eyes. Neither was she tiny or sickly looking she had nice rack and what not. It was a huge blow when I found out. And sadly I found out the last semester of Uni. We had just resumed and we happened to have the same bag. One brown abi yellow tiger print bag from primark that caused all our classmates to call us sisters. Well most of year four she was in and out off school. She missed the 1st semster exams and by then everyone had started hounding me for answers. Still I had no idea.
Come the 23rd of November Ada was no more. The day had started as normal except Ada's close friend M had been pedaling a rumor asking people to pray for her that she had a Crisis. I was sooo furious. Where did she get this smelly gist from. Excuse me if any one shoulda known about this, it would have been me. I even saw her mum during the harvest AND she gave me food to bring back to Ada. Ada did not have crisis. She was just sick. So offcourse we all know how news spreads. Everyone kept saying it. On and On and I went to call her younger sister who happened to be a year below me in school and I couldn't find her. People said she had gone home. I rememeber seeing the kind of my car in school but I shrugged it off. My driver couldn't not be in school at 8pm. Mummy dosent even let me come to school later than 4pm cus of her car.

Well cutting this story short. Last night the car came to get Uju. Ada had passed. She had renial failure. I guess that has something to do with her kidney system. She had been having crisis on and off in the last six months. She was the first child of her parents. She was 21 years old. And she had passed. In pain. Because of the SS.
I have had other encounters with SS patients but this is the closest I have experienced. My friend is AS her elder sister is SS. She said its the most difficult thing to watch you sister helpleSs and not be able to do anything.

I couldn't help Uju pack Ada's things. It was too hard for me.

Now I am still not so learned about this whole sickle cell thing. But I know some people who are. A certain twitter persona @Toptosyn has an event called "Jeans for genes" I don't know the procedure for this event. But it takes place on d 27th of march 2010 I think its at Swe bar. I would love to attend. My schedule won't allow me. But what I do know is that this SS thing needs more awarness and support. This isn't like HIV or an STI that people supposedly bring upon them selves its a condition they are born with.
An uncle of mine married an SS lady. Aunty K is one of the nicest people I know. She isn't domesticated simply because she can't do the work but she tries so hard to fit in. *sigh*
She told me that before she went in to labour people had raved about the labour pains. She said she went in had her kid and came out, she didn't experience the pain people were raving about. She said "the pain I experienced during my labour is not up to 1/10th of a crisis pain"
I have menstrual pain. And I want to DIE. When it hits me without having my meds. So I can't imagine what these people go through. For more information about this event go to
www.jeansforgenes.blogspot.com.

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