Random

its so fascinating how there is not one site on the whole internet that has the functionality that lets me put in ALL my skincare products and then it generates a routine for me.

Because I have A LOT of skincare and I'm not buying anymore till all of them finish.

And when I say alot. I mean a lot lot lot.

Anyway I have started building the routine my self because if there is anything I'm tryna come out of qurantine with, asides being alive offcourse; it's glass like skin.

So my once in two day showering habit is clearly working against me. None the less.
The goal is really to have the skin on my face match my neck.

I've stopped wearing foundation because honestly- it's been a bitch to find my exact match, my skin is super oily and not to brag but my skin looks good enough to go without foundation these days.

I mean my last holiday I didn't bother wearing and it looked perfect.

Another thing I want, no NEED to learn is how to wear lashes. God give me steady hands please.

pss: I started a book club. Super duper amused/excited. I read a book wanted to discuss it at length couldnt find anyone so I started one. And honestly its rudimentary AF, but it works, 12 women who just want a distraction from being isolated. Reading a book a week and talking about it so viciously.


I am "also" hoping to get back into yoga even know my favorite mat is stuck in the studio in lekki one ( if you think this sounds like an excuse, it is and you are right).

last but not the least, I am hoping to write up a CV and apply for Jobs. Fantastically enough there are quite a ton of openings AND they are all up my alley, although everytime I think of writing my CV, I'm like I've been working for 10. TEN years?
WIUN.

Even though I am great with money- I have to say that I do not have the egg nest of someone who has worked for 10 years.
I mean 3 vacations a year will do that to you, but still.
Will need to revisit my financial goals for this decade. Actually will need to create financial goals for this decade and get into it. ASAPLY.

I really should get into writing, about my last holiday if not for anything to relive the whole process again. Honestly you people should brace yourselves to hear about this vacation for a very very very long time.

Also, do y'all think I should include a running thread of posts of the books my book club is reading?

Good ain't good enough.

Currently watching tv.

Something's I'm rather worried about.

Video girls.
The scene where the boy is chatting you up in his car, and you leave your own to enter his own.

Does this happen in real life?

Something else. Drake. Multi talented but yet to use some of that 25mill to get a stylist.

Meek. Probably the hardest working person in the industry right now. I also have an inexplicable crush on him. Inexplicable as he looks Yoruba. And yours truly thinks Yoruba boys ain't shit.

Two chains & French Montana are shit rappers. ESP French.

Who is this director x that is hell bent to put hype Williams out of business?

That being said, my newest sunglasses are sold out everywhere and have been discontinued .

This makes me feel like a super star.

Adorn by Miguel is probably my best song right now. Now all would have been perfect xcept he acts like a lesbian.
After an hour 30 minutes of watching tv. Nothing I've learnt.


I'm learning that not everything has to have a purpose. Like book reading.
Tv watching is just a more guilt free way to waste away.


My arms are killing me from the gym last night. I'm attempting to lift weights. I think I'm going to wreck my body attempting to look like that picture I put up 2 months ago.

Ps: why does everyone think I'm not fat?

When I say fat, I mean plump/ chubby etc etc.

*Update*
Malting dance all comes on and I say out loud " this girl disgusts me" in reference to the shows host.
My sister replies " Im telling you".

Rare moments of agreement. I'm thankful.

Sometimes, I like to write.

I like to churn out decent pieces and then discard them

or leave them sitting in my drafts.

Other times, I write to relive the moments shared with loved ones

Most times I write, Because I can.

And even when I do not get paid for it,

I do it because it is my release- after struggling with excel sheets all day.

I come here to just pour out what I feel, How I feel, when I do not feel like punctuating,

or spell checking, or googling facts, I just come here and spew forth my bull shit.

My friend from work resigned on friday- Just after we returned from SA, talk about awoof.com

LOL- I keep teasing her that she may have to refund her ticket money.

She laughs.

I like my new senior- at least the one I've had in the last 2 months.

She can scream at me, and in the next minute, we are abusing kim k.

She reminds me so much of my table facilitator- Claudia.

Anyway that is besides the point. Appraisal time is here, and yours truly is reluctant to send in her apprasials.

Why? Its been a fucked up half year- To say the least.

My 1st job this year was a mess, my manager was mean- and I was a weakling who kept crying.

Unfortunately or maybe fortunately for me- My second job was with the same senior who I worked on the same job with. And I brought my A-game.

I hate feeling like I have so much to prove, but I'm learning that I do have so much to prove, to myself, my senior and my various managers.
I also have to prove to bad-belle people in the firm that irrespective of my mothers relationship with the Big Bosses- I can hold my own in my own right.

And I think I am doing this quite well.

I've had only one major breakdown this year in Janury - and that was basically because, my then manager was MEAN.

But that isn't the point. APR's are here and I've been excited with feed back.

My favourite manager has told me to submit my APR. He promised to list of my audit outstandings when I submit it.

Speaking of APR's my counsellor is on leave. How apt. Especially with all the rumours swirling around the office- He managed to go on leave.

Speaking of leave- I need to go on another holiday- I know this would be the third one this year.

I am excited!

My Lovers neighbour was telling me yesterday how thankful he is- that he is male. He said " I doubt I would have been able to resist the pull of aristo"

Speaking of The Lover, We had breakfast on Saturday with my friend from work- same one who quit, and it was absolutely divine. It is one of those memories I will cherish to pull out and caress when I go to school.

And yes- I still intend to go to school, eventhough I am yet to send out my applications.

I think there is a demon involved. holding me back

and this demon has string affiliations with my fear of rejection.

Which is odd- Because I have no fears of rejection.

Its the least thing I worry about- Most times, I believe everyone wants to be my friend.

Is that odd? or a wrapped sense of entitlement?

My mothers birthday is coming- still no grand children, Just thanks and thanks and more thanks.

We are thankful to God.

Now what I really need to understand, is why Im sitting at work at 8:36pm blogging?

Why haven't I gone home?

Why am I strange?

and most importantly- Why does the Lover love me?

The last question is nagging in my subconscious terribly because he has told me " I don't know. I just do"

If I were not an accountant- I wont have felt the need to further probe.

I cant seem to figure it out, and its driving me craaaaaayyyyy- Especially seeing as I'm not a fixer.

Anyway enough of my aimless rambling- How is everyone?

and why the hell am I feeling what seems suspiciously like menstrual pain- Its not 30 days yet uterus, get with the program.

I swear I'm probably the only one on this earth, who doesn't count her days and doesn't carry around a tampon. What can I say- I Like surprises( I think)

even though getting stained by the red robot isn't my idea of a surprise- It is a pleasant surprise.

And oooh Comments!

I get one every now and then- Then you my kind people, while my blog posts are random and not necessarily designed to seek out comments- They are nice.  and I appreciate them.

and would soon develop some guts and start posting some around as well. Anyways thank you all of you that think I'm so bubbly!

Okay this pain is killing me. Gatta run!

I have lost all the zeal to write.

Before I used to be so eager to come here and talk and talk and talk. Now not so much.

Infact I'm contemplating closing down the blog. Almost 7  years of blogging and I'm just not feeling it.

Scary. but at the same time exciting.

Last Night was my friends birthday. and it was AMAZING!

Like totally amazing for a week day party. and the Lover was amazing as well.

He is an amazing host sometimes- Plus we both had fun, usually when we go out its just same old 

same old. 

But last night was good- Although I wasn't wearing any make up and ran away from all the cameras

and it was the 1st time I came out with my locked hair- AFTER SATURDAY.

I liked it. it was the perfect kodak moment. I'm literally dying to see photoossss.

speaking of photos. what is happening to me?

I hate them all of a sudden. I cant stand my photograph being taken.

This young lady is now *gasp* camera shy. - Who woulda thunk it?

anyways i am still trying to work out what brought that about.

OH LORRRDDDD. 

im getting my 1st oleku made! HELLOOOOOO LEGS ON LEGS ON LEGS!

I'm ecstatic, finally I have arrived.

Now all i seek is a make up artitste.

Speaking of make up artitste, I need a friend who does professional make up

Because yours truly has decided to start wearing make up. and a lot of it.

to all the weddings I attend. starting with the next one.

Weddings have started to excite me. not marriage o.

The actually wedding ceremony!

Its almost the only social call i enjoy- closely followed by stage plays.

as i was saying- I love weddings.

three weeks ago i updated my status to - marriage might be hard work, but weddings are fun fun fun!

Turns out, I have morphed fully into a Yoruba woman- who spends her waking weekend hours trying on

outfits for parties. and her week day hours fantasizing about how she will spray money AND  argue for souvenirs at the parties.

I feel terrible because I had previously judged these women. and now I am one of them.

While I CAN wait to get married. I CAN NOT WAAAAIT TO HAVE A WEDDING!

YORUBA STYLE.

so what has been really good?

ps: Im going on holiday next week. *azontos*

I tell you, this is my year of vacations!

This post is everywhere.

Also thank you to everyone who checked on me when i was having my mini bouts of depression.

I appreciate it.

and to think, I had people who I thought would be all over me. ELA. Its the people I dont send from here to there that were looking after me. calling and shit.

This Life is truly mysterious.

ANYWAYS what is up with people wanting favours from me? of late everybody had been wanting something, while I'm not one to ask except it is desperately important, I have tried to give cheerfully.

Until last week when a class mate of mine randomly called me to say hi. This week same class mate calls to say hello again.

Now why is it strange that my class mates are calling me?

simple- My classmates hated me in Uni. I was that girl that was unserious and spent her weekends in Lagos.

Having a fun time. missing classes and just generally coast through school 

partying with my friends in lagos and building social connections.

My class mates hated me through all of it and the feeling was mutual. I had about a hand ful of friends in my class- AND  we were party monsters( and that is putting it lightly)

anyways  enough about that- I am changed now and i channel my energy to weddings.

So You can imagine my shock/disgust when this my Bible wielding classmate, had to call lil ol' sinner me

to ask to see me. what for?

Turns out class mate is a marketer in the bank and had a target to meet.

Class mate wanted me to make some introductions for him AND wanted to see if he could use some of my social connections to build a network to enable him meet a target.

I LAUGHED.

and laughed. and asked him, " have I ever called to ask you to ask your prayer group to pray for me?"

OK that is a lie. I didn't say that.

I said" I'm busy this weekend, and I'm out of town next weekend- say 1st weekend in June?"

Him : Oh its too late.

Human beings are users and disgusting. You can not frown at my lifestyle for 4 years then call me because I haven't changed my # to use my social connections.

This life is too damn mysterious.

Will I help him? Maybe. but I need time to work through the anger I feel towards his type of people.

A part of me says I should be thankful that God has blessed to the point of becoming a corner stone.

I'm confused.

I saw this and mentally started slow clapping. I brought it here to share, in hope that you would clap along. till it becomes thunderous applause like in the movies.






In June of 1971, just days before his 26-year-old son, Michael, got married, future-U.S. President Ronald Reagan sent him the following letter of advice. It really is quite stunning. All men need to read this!

Michael Reagan
Manhattan Beach, California
June 1971

Dear Mike:
Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won't.
You've heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the "unhappy marrieds" and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it.

Some men feel their masculinity can only be proven if they play out in their own life all the locker-room stories, smugly confident that what a wife doesn't know won't hurt her. The truth is, somehow, way down inside, without her ever finding lipstick on the collar or catching a man in the flimsy excuse of where he was till three A.M., a wife does know, and with that knowing, some of the magic of this relationship disappears. There are more men griping about marriage who kicked the whole thing away themselves than there can ever be wives deserving of blame. There is an old law of physics that you can only get out of a thing as much as you put in it. The man who puts into the marriage only half of what he owns will get that out. Sure, there will be moments when you will see someone or think back to an earlier time and you will be challenged to see if you can still make the grade, but let me tell you how really great is the challenge of proving your masculinity and charm with one woman for the rest of your life. Any man can find a twerp here and there who will go along with cheating, and it doesn't take all that much manhood. It does take quite a man to remain attractive and to be loved by a woman who has heard him snore, seen him unshaven, tended him while he was sick and washed his dirty underwear. Do that and keep her still feeling a warm glow and you will know some very beautiful music. If you truly love a girl, you shouldn't ever want her to feel, when she sees you greet a secretary or a girl you both know, that humiliation of wondering if she was someone who caused you to be late coming home, nor should you want any other woman to be able to meet your wife and know she was smiling behind her eyes as she looked at her, the woman you love, remembering this was the woman you rejected even momentarily for her favors.

Mike, you know better than many what an unhappy home is and what it can do to others. Now you have a chance to make it come out the way it should. There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.

Love,
Dad

P.S. You'll never get in trouble if you say "I love you" at least once a day.

(Source: Reagan: A Life In Letters;)

Emancipate yourself from mental slavery

I heart Bob Marley.

I lock my hair BUT i do not smoke weed.

I actually cant.

Early morning workouts for the win.

Can i just categorically state that if you can sing- dont fucking come to karaoke.

those Project fame fall outs dealt with us last night.

Last Night was my friends surprise party.

That her Boyfriend and Her Best friend planned her.

Mental slavery is real.

Anyways it was an amazing night. good food alcohol and friends.

AND SINGING!!!

I Love to sing, i sing everywhere.

its unfortunate i sound like shit. but still i sing.

On friday My mother and i were watching the Miss Nigeria show.

and she turned and looked and me and said " why havent you gone for this thing sef"

PAUSE.

My mother would kill me if i even attempt to think about it. or so i thought. now here she is encouraging me to do and do Miss nigeria.

I just said oh ive never thought about it.

Then she said " think about it, besides you are far more beautiful than any of these girls"

*cheese* i know people say Monkey no fine but him mama like am.

But i really am beautiful.

I know because all my friends abuse me everytime i put a new picture saying

you can feel cute with your self.. and the likes.

anyways so after karaoked , I dragged my friend to follow me to the lovers place.

sidebar
I've never been an advocate of my friends being friends with the lover.
I mean my friends are great But i'd rather not have them hover around my lover tenz.
By the way he doesnt even like all those extra things of friendships. of friends and blah blah blah.

but she was rolling with me, so we went together to see him.

She also hates him btw- i cant be bothered.

But midway through the visit- she pulled me into the kitchen and said yall are too cute.

and im like please dont tell anyone- I would hate for anyone else to think we arent Bonny and clyde.

The lover is such a boss and im such a babe.

But it was a good visit none the less. and i love good visits with the lover.

Oh by the way i have a bathroom now- although i hate the color.

I really like it.
Which means i would have as few people over as possible.
before badbelle people come and spoil it for me.

and OMG i DID NOT GET A BOOB JOB.

WHY DOES EVERY ONE THINK I HAD MY BOOBS DONE.

i swear its my fucking sports bra.

i started working out and they just started increasing.

they have always been perky but the increase was alarming.

AND NOW- everyone thinks i did my boobs.

I mean i know my body is at its best shape yet.

#shamelessplug www.xoxoclubbadass.blogspot.com

But like play like play one person will soon start spreading rumours that i did my boobs.

which is actually why im yacking about my weight loss and all the effort im putting in.

because i know bad belle people are gonna be on that she is taking pills tip.

I know this because when i put on weight they were on that " she is having unprotected sex and is o'ding on postinor II tip"

and there i was just eating myself away into the rumours.

Moving on- YAY to morning work outs.

For one i get the best compliments- someone asked me why i come to the gym, he actually said " But you are so beautiful, what are you doing here"

In my mind, im like err- Do people come to the gym to become beautiful?"

i just said " oh thank you"

Thats how yesterday when i was pulling out of the venue the parking guy said" ah Miss world"

I asked him, is it me you are calling Miss world? he said yes now- you no sabi as you fine reach.

had to tip him N100. the washing is just too much.

Gats put my body in Victoria secret Model shape for My home girl Doyins Birthday.

WOOOOOP! Gonna shut the pool dowwwwwn.

I actually tied on my sarong today.

Gats look sexxxay.

oh and speaking of emancipating myself from mental slavery.

I do not have a crush on Noc

urgh a part of me gansta died a litte having to admit that.

But now that ive admitted it. i probably wont be able to stand him again.

I swear Im like oil and water on this crush issue.

tumblr questions.

the person i like and why i like them?

The Lover. because. well just because. :)

a famous person i’ve been compared to?

the character Karen from TV series Dirty sexy money. lol. and Carrie bradshaw from SATC.

5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex?

same sex:

the hate.

the belief we cant all be pretty.

the pettiness

the back stabbing.

opposite sex:

hit and run attitudes.

hating attitude because you are not available to nack.

disregard/disrespect of feamles in workplace.

the best thing that has happened to me this week?

Waking up next to the lover 2 days in a row.

early morning work-outs.

weird things i do when i’m alone?

do this silly little dance.

how i’d spend ten thousand bucks?

give my mum- ie assuming it is dollars.

if its Naira- give it to my church- they are raising funds for the annual harvest.

things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look?

i like: my boobs, my eyes,my never ending legs, my shoulders, my lips.

i dont like: the scar on my knee( although it has never stopped me from tiny dresses), my tummy- its hugeee!

my last night out in detail?

unplanned- but fun. ran into Wey. i heart Wey lots!

(i know it said details but kent be bothered)

something that makes me sad when i think about it?

My University result.

something i’ve lied about?

not having a phone when asked by people trying to get my #. i know its 2011. but it still works!

would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.

simple- great uninterupted sex. plus i kinda need a 10 year holiday anyways!

something i’m currently worrying about?

applying for a masters- and God knows how much i wanna go ivy.

one person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck?

sadly i dont tumblr. :P

something i do without realising?

hold in my tummy aka suck belle. lol

lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood?

he still loves me- beyonce's verse.

a drunken story?

Ran into Tiwa savages manager ( or at least thats who he told me he was) in the elevator at marquee and i blurted out that he had nice lips- that look like he'd give good head- my friends almost passed out.

i say shit when im drunk.

something i regret?

Not getting a better Uni result- 2 years and a becoming a chartered accountant after- i still regret this shit.

post a picture of myself?

no can do.

my longest relationship and who it was with?

My mother- obviously.

The lover- i dunno- im not counting.

press ctrl v and post-

the person i like and why i like them.

a famous person i’ve been compared to.

5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex.

the best thing that has happened to me this week.

weird things i do when i’m alone.

how i’d spend ten thousand bucks.

things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look.

my last night out in detail.

something that makes me sad when i think about it.

something i’ve lied about.

would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.

something i’m currently worrying about.

one person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck.

something i do without realising.

lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.

a drunken story.

something i regret.

post a picture of myself.

my longest relationship and who it was with.

press ctrl v and post.

post a bit of my last IM convo.

5 things i want to change.

my view on being tumblr famous.

someone i’d like to be for a day and why.

5 things within touching distance.

story of my first kiss.

Ask away!

post a bit of my last IM convo.

H: where can i buy alata samnia?

me: that ghana soap?

5 things i want to change?

my tummy.

my eating habits.

the way i flare up when the lover teases me.

waking up late- i so wanna be a morning person.

my toasters- i always always get the oddest toasters.

my view on being tumblr famous?

again- i dont tumblr.

someone i’d like to be for a day and why?

Heidi klum- supermodel married to Seal.

5 things within touching distance?

laptop, black berry, nokia Phone, car keys, mug of green tea.

story of my first kiss.

in a car- after being begged for what 4 hours. :)

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found this on a tumblr and thought it may be fun- it was.

today

I have sooooo much to blog about. But I can't seem to find where to draw the line between My Journal and my Blog and My secret Diary.

Today I met my half brother- to be fair this was the 3rd time I was seeing him, but the 1st time I was meeting him and talking and all that.

Bonus I met his beautiful fiance.

For the longest time I had begrudged my father for leaving my Mother to raise 3 children without a job.

Then to find out he had a child BEFORE he maRried my mother.

I became very disinterested in relations with him.

So when my half brother came into the picture- my sister discovered him through hi5. I was not interested. Infact I was reluctant to relate with him. Anyways I did go and see him at the palms about 3 xmases ago after a LOT of encouragement from the Lover.

But all that asides like last week he sent me a face-book message that he was in town. And like everyself respecting human being my facebook profile is verrrry private. Anyways so he sent me his number about 2days later and I called him.

We had tried all week to meet up BUT work had been crazy- so today when he called me- I just bailed from work AND went to meet him.

He looks soooo much like my father- its startling. Well maybe not startling but shocking because my brother looks nothing like my father.

But you see he is Nothing like my father and I realised how wrong I was attempting to transfer the Hate/ dislike/negative energy I have for my father to him.

I had such a fun time talking to him today I'm thankful I didn't see a movie. It turns out he is very close to my fathers people ie my grand dad- who I JUST found out today HAD FOUR WIVES!!!!!

I tell you the institution of marriage is very scary.

Anyways I found out a lot from him but I am thankful I have kept away from my fathers people.

As a Yoruba girl I realise that when I have to get married I'd have to do it like the Yoruba tradition and involve my Father and all that. What I really want is for my Mother to re-marry so we can by-pass all that.

Its just so annoying that a man doesn't look after his children but when things go alright they are eager to share in the glory. Its very irritating.

Anyways I wish him and his Fiancee a nice wedding- hopefully I'd be available to attend- a part of me does not want to because I know my father would be at the wedding of my Half brother- awkward much? I know when I get to that bridge I'd cross it.


Onto less heart wrenching news

I still haven't given the lover anything.

Work is ok- my coworker or rather ex co-worker said once she saw me she knew I'd be worth the employment. :)

Compliments from co-workers make me happy. ^_^

A little to happy. For someone who compliments don't Faze. I like getting work related compliments sadly they are far and few between each other.

My GrandMa is in town- Nothing reminds you of how far you have come like your grandma.

I am thankful for her.

As is my Younger brother too- this excites me. I love his non bathing self too much.

Anyways breakfast at Cafelicious tomorrow with the Lover On me.

Of recent I've observed my gold digging traits returning- I am glad. I'd hate to be one of those girls who wouldn't take things from men. Lol jk.

Still thinking about that belly button piercing. Motivation to slave away at the gym for ever.

My friend Debo suggested this 30min intense work out plan- *tufia* when I'm not a spartan?

Ok enough of my rambling. Tomorrow is a busy day.

Need to cut my nails-making a fist without hurting is impossible.