Here are some great ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* Drive carefully. It's not only cars that can be recalled by their maker.
* If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply being kind to others.
* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
* Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
* The second mouse gets the cheese.
* When everything's coming your way, you’re in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.
* We could learn a lot from crayons... Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.
*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today… I did.
REMEMBER TO ENJOY YOUR LIFE EVERYDAY & LIVE WITH PASSION
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
COMMUNICATION, FINANCE &/OR SEX
Sex, Finance and communication
Which is more important to you???
How would you arrange these variables in order of importance???
I had a friend in Yaba Tech during my ND days who started dating a guy. good looking guy sha.
How did the relationship start?
It started with sex and ended with sex the very last day she saw him.
That was that.
My cousin is married to a handsome man and they have 2 cute children.
She came to Lagos for an occasion and we got talking about relationships and core stuff.
Finance was on her mind. It is toooooooooo important. You’ve got to pay bills. Don't get me wrong she absolutely loves her hubby to pieces.
Now, we young ones, chics, not so spring chicken sha, and the cocks (pardon moi), seem to have a lot mixed up. The mixture consists more of sex.
Wande Coal asks "what you want to do to me". He also pressed that he would like something legal but all the girls want to do is have sex with him. he tries to resist but he can only be a man.
i don't know about you but this is what i want.
Communication, sex then finance.
i want to be able to talk with my partner about every and anything. The essence of being in a relationship right. Then i would love to have mind blowing sexual intercourse all the time. It’s not like cash should not be there to take care our needs o! even to some luxuries o! But i do know my man would be hard working and have prospects. For sure i would believe in him all the way and give my support 180% (by God's grace).
The others that one must have in a relationship are tolerance, understanding, patience, commitment, Love, respect and above all God.
do leave your comments and arrange in your order of preference.
Which is more important to you???
How would you arrange these variables in order of importance???
I had a friend in Yaba Tech during my ND days who started dating a guy. good looking guy sha.
How did the relationship start?
It started with sex and ended with sex the very last day she saw him.
That was that.
My cousin is married to a handsome man and they have 2 cute children.
She came to Lagos for an occasion and we got talking about relationships and core stuff.
Finance was on her mind. It is toooooooooo important. You’ve got to pay bills. Don't get me wrong she absolutely loves her hubby to pieces.
Now, we young ones, chics, not so spring chicken sha, and the cocks (pardon moi), seem to have a lot mixed up. The mixture consists more of sex.
Wande Coal asks "what you want to do to me". He also pressed that he would like something legal but all the girls want to do is have sex with him. he tries to resist but he can only be a man.
i don't know about you but this is what i want.
Communication, sex then finance.
i want to be able to talk with my partner about every and anything. The essence of being in a relationship right. Then i would love to have mind blowing sexual intercourse all the time. It’s not like cash should not be there to take care our needs o! even to some luxuries o! But i do know my man would be hard working and have prospects. For sure i would believe in him all the way and give my support 180% (by God's grace).
The others that one must have in a relationship are tolerance, understanding, patience, commitment, Love, respect and above all God.
do leave your comments and arrange in your order of preference.
Friday, 2 May 2008
A MILESTONE
just got confirmed.
yeepppeeee i guess.
the compensation n salary increase was just 10"freaking"%. i think. ok fine.
well the appraisal interview went really well and now we mark a milestone.
was told i was the best. (Hmmmmmmmm!) i see that as a ploy.
such that they told everyone of us the same thing to spur competition.
hey, no qualms. all na strategy.
now they ask for goals and targets. shit. i hate things like that. this system is new to me. we go do am sha any which way.
saw a pair of eyes i really do like.
what else? what else?
almost had a fight with a dear friend. said i should not pray for her if the only time i remember her is when i remember pregnant people.
she is pregnant. she tells me this.
what a load of croc shit. still love her though she being someworth distant and all.
i send someone who no too send me.
the people you like are the ones who dont send you and vise verser.
if u haven't noticed by now with all typed sey these words aint going nowhere then saddly u nuts. confirmed.
God help us to meet targets
yeepppeeee i guess.
the compensation n salary increase was just 10"freaking"%. i think. ok fine.
well the appraisal interview went really well and now we mark a milestone.
was told i was the best. (Hmmmmmmmm!) i see that as a ploy.
such that they told everyone of us the same thing to spur competition.
hey, no qualms. all na strategy.
now they ask for goals and targets. shit. i hate things like that. this system is new to me. we go do am sha any which way.
saw a pair of eyes i really do like.
what else? what else?
almost had a fight with a dear friend. said i should not pray for her if the only time i remember her is when i remember pregnant people.
she is pregnant. she tells me this.
what a load of croc shit. still love her though she being someworth distant and all.
i send someone who no too send me.
the people you like are the ones who dont send you and vise verser.
if u haven't noticed by now with all typed sey these words aint going nowhere then saddly u nuts. confirmed.
God help us to meet targets
Saturday, 12 April 2008
Strange Helper
learnt another valuable lesson today Saturday 12th April, 2008
well i have always kinda known this before.
today on my way to work at about 7:45am, i had just decended from the tincan island bridge when the car dies. yes! quench. the car quenched right in the middle of the highway and "born to be wild" on the radio.
so i navigate to the right of the road to park properly and check out the situation. i turn the key and nothing. even the light on the dash board dont come on.
i think to myself "must be the battery" cuz super mum used the battery the day before to power her motor "the car".
i take out the plier open the bunet and i start hitting the battery and smiling to myself,"yea, u think u can do me?" but pple, it was not the battery.
then outta nowhere, two fellas come towards me. they look like road side touts. my heart cut small but i regained my composure. make them no know sey i shake.
they asked what happened n i told them. they had a look n i was looking at them cuz they could have played a fast one on me by disconnecting something or worse.
they helped me push the car further off the road for safety sake n i settled them with N200.00. one said it was not enough n i showed them by bag. truth is that i did not even have up to N600.00 on me cuz i had just bought my "humble" N1k fuel. na borrow i even borrow the money from super mum.
i'm standing by the side of the road waiting for the mechanic called to deal with the emergency and we start gisting. myself and the agbero looking guy. his name is abe by the way.
we talked n talked. best convo i've had in a long long time i tell you.
we talked about being strong and resilient. toughning up when u have to. sucking it in when it hurts so bad.
i felt safe, comfy and it gave a chance to observe and draw a conclusion.
those you expect to help hardly or never do come through and then those that u list expect do come through remarkably.
i just thank God for putting me there at that time cuz it could have been worse. extortion, vandalization and the likes.
well i have always kinda known this before.
today on my way to work at about 7:45am, i had just decended from the tincan island bridge when the car dies. yes! quench. the car quenched right in the middle of the highway and "born to be wild" on the radio.
so i navigate to the right of the road to park properly and check out the situation. i turn the key and nothing. even the light on the dash board dont come on.
i think to myself "must be the battery" cuz super mum used the battery the day before to power her motor "the car".
i take out the plier open the bunet and i start hitting the battery and smiling to myself,"yea, u think u can do me?" but pple, it was not the battery.
then outta nowhere, two fellas come towards me. they look like road side touts. my heart cut small but i regained my composure. make them no know sey i shake.
they asked what happened n i told them. they had a look n i was looking at them cuz they could have played a fast one on me by disconnecting something or worse.
they helped me push the car further off the road for safety sake n i settled them with N200.00. one said it was not enough n i showed them by bag. truth is that i did not even have up to N600.00 on me cuz i had just bought my "humble" N1k fuel. na borrow i even borrow the money from super mum.
i'm standing by the side of the road waiting for the mechanic called to deal with the emergency and we start gisting. myself and the agbero looking guy. his name is abe by the way.
we talked n talked. best convo i've had in a long long time i tell you.
we talked about being strong and resilient. toughning up when u have to. sucking it in when it hurts so bad.
i felt safe, comfy and it gave a chance to observe and draw a conclusion.
those you expect to help hardly or never do come through and then those that u list expect do come through remarkably.
i just thank God for putting me there at that time cuz it could have been worse. extortion, vandalization and the likes.
Monday, 7 April 2008
DO THE MONKEY WITH ME
there is something i do everytime i stand in front of the mirror in my room.
i dance.
i shake my booty, i shake my booty.
with no cloths on. now that feels soooo good.
for me it's a means of release.
in front of a mirror doing your thing, for your mind you go be one "hot stepper, murder". hotter than Beyonce.
to you you've got all the moves right and feel as sexy as hell. u could even create one that'll put shakira's moves in the dark ages.
then i start to reminisce about back in the days when i could dance for over 5 hours and still ace my test and exam.
in school we'd attend pre-exam raves, mid-exam raves and post-exam raves.
thank God sey i graduate at the right time. if not na there yawa for blow.
i like clubbing, hanging with my crew in the crowd. parties were major blasts. anywhere anytime.
can't remember the last time i "rocked". wonder if i can still do that.
as i was jiggling my all in fornt of my ever faithful and present fan, "mirror dearest", on 3 inch heals, the kind muscle pull wey hold me ehn, shame catch me.
my waist nko? only it can tell the story.
i guess i'm outta shape. i need to get out more. there was a time i'd be invited to a party because i knew had to do all the steps. i'd even get hailed sef. crowd chantting "go girl, go girl" and that'll just spur you on. think about that now makes me feel a littl' bi' embarrassed.
yes! i remember another one.
when in junior class, JSS 3 to be exact, i was the quiet type but rolled with some pretty "happening people". it was the time of shaka demus and plier "tease me"," murder she wrote" and the rest. you could drum out the beat on the desk. girls were in fornt of the class showing what they got with the dance step. i dont know what moved me. i got up in fornt and gave it to them. everything aspect of the dance all the was to the floor. flexing and shit.
i'd totally forgotten it all that until one day in SS3 form nowhere BAM! the memory hit me. nothing triggered it it just hit me. i felt embarrassed but in a funny way. i just kept giggling to myself.
well that was then. this is now and i can still rock a party any day mate.
come test me now.
that's that on that.
i dance.
i shake my booty, i shake my booty.
with no cloths on. now that feels soooo good.
for me it's a means of release.
in front of a mirror doing your thing, for your mind you go be one "hot stepper, murder". hotter than Beyonce.
to you you've got all the moves right and feel as sexy as hell. u could even create one that'll put shakira's moves in the dark ages.
then i start to reminisce about back in the days when i could dance for over 5 hours and still ace my test and exam.
in school we'd attend pre-exam raves, mid-exam raves and post-exam raves.
thank God sey i graduate at the right time. if not na there yawa for blow.
i like clubbing, hanging with my crew in the crowd. parties were major blasts. anywhere anytime.
can't remember the last time i "rocked". wonder if i can still do that.
as i was jiggling my all in fornt of my ever faithful and present fan, "mirror dearest", on 3 inch heals, the kind muscle pull wey hold me ehn, shame catch me.
my waist nko? only it can tell the story.
i guess i'm outta shape. i need to get out more. there was a time i'd be invited to a party because i knew had to do all the steps. i'd even get hailed sef. crowd chantting "go girl, go girl" and that'll just spur you on. think about that now makes me feel a littl' bi' embarrassed.
yes! i remember another one.
when in junior class, JSS 3 to be exact, i was the quiet type but rolled with some pretty "happening people". it was the time of shaka demus and plier "tease me"," murder she wrote" and the rest. you could drum out the beat on the desk. girls were in fornt of the class showing what they got with the dance step. i dont know what moved me. i got up in fornt and gave it to them. everything aspect of the dance all the was to the floor. flexing and shit.
i'd totally forgotten it all that until one day in SS3 form nowhere BAM! the memory hit me. nothing triggered it it just hit me. i felt embarrassed but in a funny way. i just kept giggling to myself.
well that was then. this is now and i can still rock a party any day mate.
come test me now.
that's that on that.
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
BORED OUTTA MY MIND
I'm bored outta my mind
i hate it when i get like this. All kinds of things start swimming in my head. unfair i tell you. unfair!
i'm faced with a decision.
to marry or not to marry?
do i luv him enough to go through with it?
is church really my exuse or is it just a pretext?
or do i want to luv another and dont want to acknowledge it.
he says he luvs me.
gosh gosh gosh.
truth is i feel smthing is holding me back. what it is i dont know.
we've been together for ...(counting fingers...)
yes! April will make it 6 months and i still feel strongly that i do not know him enough.
but he luvs me. isn't that want counts?
my eyes are still wondering.
my friends want me married off. guys who liked-luved me. is it to get the guilt of their chests or to make themselves feel better?
they should leave me jo/.
what'll it be? damn! i dont fcuking know for the life of me.
he says he luvs me. does not see me as his girlfriend but as his wife.
wooooww! major.
why cant i just bloody commit. what is this shit anyways.
(fingers going through hair)
now (hands going over face)
i feel frust.
husband scarce. true luv even scarcer.
i have always wanted to be with someone who i will be sooooo truely maddly deeply crazy about too.
i feel very cool. calm.
i need to focus on him.
hard dont know why.
me think me will go to the beach n do some major thinking. hope i dont sleep off sha o.
i need to make a choice. time is running out.
time is running out...
time is running out...
time is running out...
time is running out...
my fingers are just doing that. it's not my fault.
time to hit the BRT.
help!
i hate it when i get like this. All kinds of things start swimming in my head. unfair i tell you. unfair!
i'm faced with a decision.
to marry or not to marry?
do i luv him enough to go through with it?
is church really my exuse or is it just a pretext?
or do i want to luv another and dont want to acknowledge it.
he says he luvs me.
gosh gosh gosh.
truth is i feel smthing is holding me back. what it is i dont know.
we've been together for ...(counting fingers...)
yes! April will make it 6 months and i still feel strongly that i do not know him enough.
but he luvs me. isn't that want counts?
my eyes are still wondering.
my friends want me married off. guys who liked-luved me. is it to get the guilt of their chests or to make themselves feel better?
they should leave me jo/.
what'll it be? damn! i dont fcuking know for the life of me.
he says he luvs me. does not see me as his girlfriend but as his wife.
wooooww! major.
why cant i just bloody commit. what is this shit anyways.
(fingers going through hair)
now (hands going over face)
i feel frust.
husband scarce. true luv even scarcer.
i have always wanted to be with someone who i will be sooooo truely maddly deeply crazy about too.
i feel very cool. calm.
i need to focus on him.
hard dont know why.
me think me will go to the beach n do some major thinking. hope i dont sleep off sha o.
i need to make a choice. time is running out.
time is running out...
time is running out...
time is running out...
time is running out...
my fingers are just doing that. it's not my fault.
time to hit the BRT.
help!
Thursday, 6 March 2008
1973
i love James Blunt's 1973
just so cool.
try listening to it. you'll grow to love it too.
here is a bit of it.
enjoy!
semona!
u are getting older
your journeys been etched on your skin
semona!
wish i had known that
what seemed so strong
has been now gone
"i would call you up every saturday night
and we'd both stay out
till the morning light
and we sang
here we go again
and the time goes by
i will always be
in a club with you
in 1973
singing here we go again"
listen tothe rest.
just so cool.
try listening to it. you'll grow to love it too.
here is a bit of it.
enjoy!
semona!
u are getting older
your journeys been etched on your skin
semona!
wish i had known that
what seemed so strong
has been now gone
"i would call you up every saturday night
and we'd both stay out
till the morning light
and we sang
here we go again
and the time goes by
i will always be
in a club with you
in 1973
singing here we go again"
listen tothe rest.
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