SMARAGD'S EVERYTHING

PHEW!!!

2010-01-08T13:54:00.002+01:00

Happy New Year!

I can't believe I'm here, typing a new post, or whatever this can be called that I am typing. I flirted with the idea of getting a new totally anonymous blog, but I decided not to, afterall, I've got nothing to hide or do I? *innocent look*

So 2009 is gone, with all its revelations. I've missed writing. I'll be back with a post, I promise.

Thanx to everyone who's made me feel like my writing is worth something by coming by to tell me to update. Thank you.

Making the most of it

2009-05-09T13:02:00.002+01:00

"Cancer is a bitch,
If it were a person
It should be mauled to death!"
- ME!

Cancer is a freaking bitch! Puta!

So I was watching re-runs of Oprah's old shows, as far back as 1997, where she had these families of cancer victims who made the most of their short lives, no thanks to cancer.

One woman, a wife and a mother of one daughter, was diagnosed with breast cancer when her daughter was maybe 4 or 5, not sure now. This woman, may her beautiful soul rest in peace, decided to prepare her young daughter for life, all the years she was going to miss on. She made video tapes of her telling her daughter what to do in situations, from mundane to serious. As mundane as "how to wear make-up", "what kind of guy to date", "going to first prom" to important things like "what to look for in a man", "how to treat dad's new girlfriend after mum's death" etc!

I cried! I could not help it.

She died but not before she prepared answers to her daughter's most likely questions as she grew without her. What wisdom!

Another woman wrote letters to her 13yr old son and 8yr old daughter, telling them awesome things about them and how she hoped to be able to hold them from time to time from the land beyond. The boy cried while reading one of the letters on the show.

These are women who probably never hurt a fly, but evil, vile, contemptuous cancer caught up with anyway! But that's not the point of this post, the point is that these women made the most of the little time they had left preparing a comfortable life for their loved ones without them in it. That is love, and living.

So many of us are alive and well, see our loved ones all the time, meet people we can reach out to everyday yet we ignore them! just assuming that there will always be other times to be kind.

I don't even know why I am typing this post right now, I had a gazillion other things to blog about but hey, my fingers are on their own right now.

Please make the most of your life, love deeply, live fully, forgive easily, kiss deeply, share freely, be kind, helpful and never forget anything that made u smile.

I'll have to come back to read this myself anytime I'm being a bitch...lol

Thank you bloggers for every smile, every tear, every word... the laughter, the friendship, for everything.

p.s.

I have not been diagnosed with cancer, neither am I dying my dear people ok?

MWAH!

Kiss Me Through The Phone

2009-04-28T00:45:00.004+01:00

"baby, u know that i miss u
I wanna be with u tonight
but I cannot baby boy
and that's the issue
Boy u know I miss u
I just want to kiss u
... Kiss Me Through The Phone- Soulja Boy

My Heart...
...beats for you
...races at your voice
...loves you

My Brain...
...thinks of you
...dreams of you
...plans around you

My Body...
...longs for yours
...writhes for you
...can't wait to nestle you

My Mouth/Tongue...
...prays for you
...wants yours
...wishes to taste you

My Hands...
...ache to feel you
...are dying to touch you
...want to caress you

My Ears...
...are thrilled at your voice
...perk up when you sing
...hear you b4 you speak

My Eyes...
...can't wait to behold you
...shed tears when my heart misses you
...don't see the future without you

Thank you all for your comments on my last post and I apologize for not replying. Roc, my ISP is IPNX, please deal with them.

Unwritten, been a while dearie, glad u are still here.

O'Dee, Congratulations newest Blogmama! I am campaigning for blog godmother o, so please don't let this shout out be in vain...lol

My peeps, please DO NOT drink and put up an audio post, thanks to Scribbles, I know first-hand that it is not a good idea! lol

Sorry, my heart is taken OR It never rains, it pours!

2009-04-14T20:53:00.000+01:00

"you came along,
proved me wrong
I thought that
I could never find,
U are the only one
who makes life fun
U're the only one of your kind
U are my dream come true..."
Lagbaja & Ego - Dream Come True

So, I'm a late bloomer.

Yea, everything happens to me later than they do my peers. Seriously! BUT, when they start happening, they/it/whatever happen/happens in chunks...masses...avalanche(s) (is there a plural for that? *shrugs*)

For example, it took me FOREVER to get this body! I think my curves have been growing one inch a year since i hit puberty, and guess what? I think my body is still developing at 25 (maybe I'm an exception to the rule...lol)

Same with male attention, it started coming late, which i didnt really mind cuz i was a "prude". I mean I still think it's shallow of guys to wait for me to sprout breast and grow hips before homing in but I understand...hehe.

So now @ 25, two ex-boyfriends, three years of self-inflicted singleness later, I finally meet someone who's making my heart bloom again and it starts to pour, again! How come they never swarm like this when one is single and not "hearting" anyone? mcheew

You know what I think? I think men can "smell" when a female is "feeling" and I propound that THAT is when they find females most attractive! Anybody with a contrary opinion?

Please find below the list of the men who have suddenly appeared in the last three months, especially within the last month (when I finally agreed that I do love someone)

THE ONE WHO PROPOSED ON FB

Meeting point: Work (ex-office)

Stats: tall, dark, handsome,older and wears asphyxiating perfumes.

Summary: sought me out on fb and wrote "na me go marry u" along with his friends request.

Verdict: In his mind!

THE ONE WHO WANTED ALL MY ATTENTION

Meeting point: A friend (I so hate match-making!)

Stats: tall enough, dark, older and okay looking.

Summary: He decided I was the one he's been waiting for his whole life, and proceeded to call all the time and ask to kiss me on second meeting!we drifted apart, until he started calling again recently.

Verdict: who be fool? (he also had a sort-of-girlfriend, HELLO!)sorry, not looking for an overgrown baby.

THE ONE WITH THE GUN

Meeting Point: New Job

Stats: Tall enough, WHITE, older and over-tanned

Summary: He's around for three months and his job requires a really cute pistol in his back pocket at work. Has invited me to two restaurants (maybe he thinks all black girls are cheap) and stalks me at work.

Verdict: I lost interest in white guys when I once tried to kiss one and could not find his lips! I like them plum and juicy mehn. I still love half-caste babies, but maybe I'll adopt one or marry a Spaniard / Italian, the languages make their mouths more bearable. Sorry dude, I'm a lip racist! plus, the gun freaks me out.

THE ONE WHO PESTERS MY FRIEND

Meeting Point: Once at Shoprite

Stats: Can't even remember

Summary: He is a colleague of my friend's. She IMed two weeks ago to say he's been pestering to be formally introduced to me.

Verdict: Sorry dude, my heart's taken.

THE SECRET ADMIRER

Meeting Point: work

Stats: Don't know

Summary: got a call from a colleague asking if i had a boyfriend. I said maybe, asked why and she said I have a secret admirer bla bla.

Verdict: Something tells me it's the dude with the gun but I'm not sure. Whoever it might be, sorry dude, I like my men bold PLUS my heart's taken.

THE ONE WHO FELL FOR ME IN THREE DAYS

Meeting Point: Work

Stats: 6"4, dark, older and cute

Summary: met him at work and actually gave him my number on the same day, because he seemed sensible and cool. Three days worth of calls later, he says he is falling for me and making out with me in his head! plus, he has a Caucasian fiance o, whom he said he told about me, "e gba mi" (somebody save me).

Verdict: Dude, I don't "boyfriend-snatch". I also think you should pick one race and stick with it. I think u are nice though but even if u didn't have a fiance and were not so confused, my heart's taken.

THE ONE MY COUSINS ARE ADVOCATING FOR

Meeting Point: My cousin's house

Stats: tall, dark, older nd handsome

Summary: My cousins started off teasing us both and we hit it off. Found out later that he has a girlfriend who is in the UK. I think she's a lucky girl.

Verdict: Maybe if the circumstances were different... just maybe... but my heart's taken and so should yours be.

THE SPECIAL ONE

Verdict: Somehow u did it dude, despite the fact that you are not quite like the guys I've dated or crushed on, YOU STOLE MY HEART, and guess what? I'm not sure I want it back!

HAPPY EASTER PEEPS, SORRY I'VE BEEN MIA, INTERNET ISSUES AND OTHER STORIES. Sorry if the post is long...it should make up for the two weeks without posts...lol

Thinkaholics anonymous

2009-03-22T20:27:00.002+01:00

Hi, my name is Smaragd and I'm a Thinkaholic...

Hi Smaragd.

Yup, you read right peeps, apparently Smaragd's not just a kissaholic and a shopaholic, no sirree, I'm also a Thinkaholic.

I can't even think of a song that's suitable for this post, if anybody has a song, pray tell. Anyway, this was a conversation between my friend and I a few days ago:

Me: err, so I got to thinking about...

friend cuts in

Friend: you always get to thinking! oya tell me what u were thinking about this time.

I didn't know what reaction I was supposed to have to that! Was that a compliment or an insult?

Truth is I am always thinking.

I carry on conversations with myself in my head, especially with people I'm mad at but don't feel like talking to, I rehash the cause of the fight in my head and carry out the conversation in several other ways. If I feel I could've expressed myself better, I would... in my head, or if I feel I was unfair, I would allow the person's conversation to be better than mine. yea, I do that.

You see, I am a very objective person. I'm your best bet if you want to judge two people's stories, even when one of the two people is ME.

I have thought up several posts in the past week, if only I had enough grace to put them into words. One of the posts I plan to write is "100 things about me" (I got this from Abbie a while back). Hopefully, I'll get to that.

My hands do not work as fast as my brain unfortunately, matter-of-fact no other part of my body works as fast... e-Doctors (Bumight, Mizchif), can you please e-diagnose me or tell me at least that this is normal?

So, other Thinkaholics in the house, please sign up!

p.s.

thank you all for your responses to my last post! I learnt so much. Did anybody notice that Afrobabe had so much to say about love? hmmm, and that the guys "Rocnaija, Scribble me free, FBA" had more to say than I would've thought. THANK YOU ALL! MWAH, MWAH, MWAH!!!

What is the colour of love?

2009-03-12T01:58:00.002+01:00

Tell me what is
the colour of love?
What do you see?
Is it warm is it tender
when you think of me
I see the colour of love
when I'm thinking of you
As a picture perfect
painting of love
forever true
... Billy Ocean- "What is the color of love"

"Willkommen an Bord" to all the new members of my family! I am sooo glad to have you guys, especially thrilled that y'all even wanted me in the first place. here's a whopping MWAH! for you. And to the ab-inicio members like Zena (u know i love u right?), Ibiluv... nothing's going to change my love for u.

That said, I noticed that only Funms answered the first question in the first paragraph of my last post. I cannot blame you guys, that post was totally random!

So, I'll just rephrase the question: What is the meaning of love?

It is an overflogged question, and people like William Shakespeare and a great many other writers have tried for centuries to explain it to Dummkopfs like me, but it just still isn't clear!

I like to think I was in love with my exes, but when things went awry (in both cases, break-ups initiated by yours truly), I always realized that maybe I was never in love cuz I move on, and maybe I dont know what love is.

I am a very expressive person who finds it very easy to develop feelings for people who are worthy of it. Saying "I love you" and meaning it has never been a problem for me, it just happens once I open my heart to you.

Then again, I believe there should be that one BIG TRUE LOVE of each person's life! maybe I'm wrong, but eh, a girl's gotta believe what a girl's gotta believe. I like to think that there is that someone whom I can never stop loving and who would never stop loving me THAT WAY (not in my family way).

Anyway, so I fancy myself as loving someone right now, the floodgates are opening and feelings are pouring forth... believe me when I say that with me, it's an avalanche of feelings! BUT, I'm afraid...

afraid that I just think I'm falling in love because of the time I spend with the person...

afraid that I might be mistaking other feelings for love. Please dont ask me what the other feelings are, cuz I just myt not have answers to that as well...

afraid of what the result would be this time if I fancied myself to be in Love and it is once again not the real thing. I probably would give up on it altogether and just harden my heart...

afraid that the status messages I've been putting up on facebook because that is the way I feel are just a figment of my imagination...

afraid that the person in question might not even be ready to be loved this much...

See, I'm like anything you can think of that has a tough (or deceptively), thin coating and extremely soft, sweet core... I appear no-nonsense right? but as my closest friend says and i know, once u get past that facade, it's icky goo all the way! I'm always afraid of getting hurt, being taken for granted and whatnot, hence the coating.

Before this gets too long, can u good people just tell me if loving someone is actually deciding to give that person a gift that I've never been able to give anyone else and feeling that it's the right thing to do?

Is it wanting to be with someone so bad at the risk of everything else?

Butterbaby, Temite... this is for u!

2009-03-10T03:42:00.004+01:00

if this isnt love
tell me what it is...
... Jennifer Hudson "if this isnt love"

So I've been awake at 1am, then 3am this morning, wanting to talk to a certain someone... someone I've spent at least 360 out the last 1656 hours of this year communicating with in every possible way available to us at this time... yet I think I dont really know what LOVE is... can someone pls define love for me?

There are many things I've wanted to write this past few weeks, but my lazy ass just wont convert words from my brain through my hands to posts! now I do not even know where to start from.

Let me quickly introduce my two baby sisters on blogsville, two young ladies who make me wish I actually had sisters in real life and are both so real, sweet and interesting... Buttercup and Temite (she hasnt agreed to be my baby sis yet, but I'm adopting her by force...lol).

I have a thing for adopting people, which is interesting because I come from a large family, so I shouldn't be looking to add to it ryt? but that's the way I was configured jare, I wont even pretend to understand myself sometimes...lol

I want to have sex!

There, I said it! In this age and time where people are abstaining and Afrobabe is putting the fear of God and sex into hearts with her latest post, Smaragd is thinking seriously about losing the Vee and getting it over with. Of course it's not that I plan to put up a sign saying " Virgin seeks strong man to pop her cherry" or anything, I'm just saying what's been going on in my head to you my cyber-family that's all.

Can somebody tell me why nigerians have to write IELTS? after all, we were colonized by the Brits. I just find it exasperating and degrading sef, after all, i dont think people from Ivory Coast and other french speaking countries need to write any french exam before going for their master's in France... mcheeew. Anyway, I sha wrote the blasted exam on Saturday, made a new friend at the center and met a cute british council invigilator too...wink.

Anyway, in this spirit of randomness and long posts, lemme gist u guys about my shopping date with the newly emancipated Fantasy Queen...yup, FQ...

First off, that cute babe and I worked in the same office building for three months, the same floor! without ever running into each other until my last day at work! can u beat that? well, we finally did and she invited me to Le Petit Marche, where there were several things to taunt my dry pocket (since I already indulged in some Bukky De La Zaria delights a few weeks ago). I had fun, FQ is not only cute, she is delightful!and I hope we get to do that again soon, though I will definitely leave my cheque book, ATM card and petty cash at home next time...lol. FQ is just what my droll social life needs. Thanx for a fun day sweetie.

What else? oh, work! yea, work's been a mix, i'll decide how much fun i'm having after my first pay day here...lol. There's a lot to learn and I now work in the most organized environment ever, so no room for silly errors.

That's it for now my pretties, it's 4:54am and I need to get ready for work, I resume 6:30am now! pauvre Smaragd *bats lashes*

p.s. My blogtwinny, Ibiluv, has an amazing voice! I could listen to her talk for hours...lol

p.p.s. Incognaija, I hope your e-heart's gained momentum again now...lol

Bis irgendwann, tchuss! mwah!

Doing a Freaksho!

2009-02-17T17:12:00.003+01:00

Whether u fat o
whether u thin...
just dey move yea
move yea,
and get in the music...
- Omawumi "In The Music"

I'm so feeling this song at the mo, along with the next song that will start my next post, which will come soon (hopefully...lol.

English 101- Doing a freaksho; means the art of leaving a company before confirmation for another company where the pay is better, conditions probably better and one is likely to get promoted DUE to hardwork in 6 months.

Now that you guys know what the title of my post means, I'm sure I do not even need to explain myself any further.

Yes I'll be leaving my new job, No i'm not disloyal, I actually found it difficult breaking the news to my young attractive bosses (all married by the way, mcheeew), Yes, they are still trying to convince me to stay, No, I wont allow myself to be convinced, Yes, the pay is twice as much as what I currently earn, No, it's not just because of the money, it's actually a job I've been after since I graduated.

Did I leave anything out?

p.s.

Freaksho, thanx for making the creation of this word or statement or whatever it is possible, i dedicate this post to u dude...lol.

Will be back sooner than y'all think with my lowdown on my weekend at Naija's version of Martha's Vineyard OR The Hampton's.

toodles!

Long Thing

2009-02-03T11:26:00.005+01:00

Tagged by Incognaija, and since i dont actually have a post, i myt as well do the darned thing! Homeboy, don't be tagging me in future sha o, ehen.

Where's ur cell phone?
u mean where are my cell phones? as per naija girl, THEY are on my table.

Where's ur significant other?
err... I like to think God's prepping him for my arrival in a special school for significant others. So, that's where he is...lol

Your hair colour?
Black, but it could be any colour at anytime soon

Your mother?
She's at work as we speak, probably administering the needle to someone

Your father?
He's at home, definitely reading his bible or praying at the mo

Your favorite things:
Right now? nothing

Your dream last night?
Um, if u dont mind me killing u after telling u, pls ask me again.

Your dream goal?
To be the best at whatever i eventually decide to do

The room you're in?
An open office at work

Your hobby?
Languages, music, reading, people,dancing, fashion... should i go on?

Where u wanna be in six years?
Happily- wealthy, working, settled, living, nurturing my family-

Where were you last night?
Missouri. At least, that's where I wished I was...lol

What you're not?
patient

One of your wish list items:
going for my Master's January next year

Where you grew up?
Lagos

Last thing you did?
A job interview in german

What are you wearing?
A black puffy-sleeved silk blouse tucked into gray flared work pants and black suede wegdes, silver accessories, make-up, Miracle by Lancome, a red bag... u want my underwear as well?

Your pet:
my E71...lol. none of recent

Your computer?
We have a love-hate relationship

Your mood:
Just took a dip

Your car?
is getting the last fittings i ordered at the BMW factory.

Something you're not wearing?
a helmet?

Favorite store?
Any one-stop mall that sells everything!

Your summer?
Don't actually have those, i'm home based, if u know what i mean

Love someone?
what can I say? I love loving people...lol, but not "in love" with anyone (semantics u say? right, but there really is a difference)

Your favorite colour?
i've never been able to decide...lol

Last time you laughed?
an hour ago

Last time you cried?
yesterday morning and i wish i hadn't *slaps forehead*

Are you a bitch?
I'm definitely not a female dog

Favorite pastime:
these days, i dunno

Hater or lover:
definitely a lover

Genuine or fake:
Ebe ano! (pronounced "ebanaw" with a heavy igbo accent and meaning original, authentic, genuine)...lol

Any vices?
laziness, impatience, being sensitive and overly emotional, over-thinking everything

Pro life or wire hanger:
I like to think I am Pro-life, but nobody ever really knows until they are faced with THE situation.

Mccain or Obama:
McDreamy-yes, McSteamy-yes, McDonald's- maybe, Mccain- hellz naw!

Pro-plastic or natural:
Plastic what? dolls? vibrators? what? *dumb look*

Dream job?
The one that pays oodles of money, gives me time for my family, allows vacations and offers plenty fun!

I have a feeling most people have been tagged jo, still i'll tag my Twinny, Freaksho (whom i know will prolly not honour it), Muse, FQ, Parakeet and Bumight.

An Anal Gift

2009-01-15T16:20:00.003+01:00

Word for the day : Confabulation

pronounced: \kun-fab-yuh-LAY-shun\

meaning: 1 : familiar talk or conversation
2 : a filling in of gaps in memory by fabrication

Disclaimer- the post below is going to gross some people out, please kindly stop reading here if your sensibilities are easily offended, thank you.

I need your take on something people, a very good male friend of mine told me recently that there are three things a woman can do for her man (more like let her man do), that are guaranteed to have him eating out of her palm.

They are:

a) swallow his semen when he climaxes during oral sex
b) arrange a threesome for his pleasure
c) allow anal sex

Now, all I require are very honest opinions on these three things.

This is a little gross, forgive me:

I tried to "shit" (pardon my french) three days ago and it proved extremely difficult AND painful for no reason I can explain now, I almost cried. The point of this grossness is that even two days after that, my rectum hurt no end everytime I sat on my toilet!

This little incidence got me to thinking how on earth anal sex could be anything pleasurable! believe me, I'm all for satisfying your man BUT I think I'd draw a line at anything that would leave me fasting out of the fear that eating would ultimately make me go to the toilet which would be my worst nightmare AFTER performing anal sex to make my man happy!

I've always wondered how gay men cope.

Ahem... as per threesomes, I think that while it is very okay to share, I would draw a line at sharing my man! pls do not tell me that I wouldn't mind this if I was very confident in my whatever.

Swallowing is not such a bad idea. Overall, it is the one thing I can imagine doing. So I score 1/3.

MEN, please give your honest opinions here. Is this true? would you do anything for your woman because of the above three?

WOMEN, anyone who has done IT, please assuage my fears if it isn't as bad as my toilet experience three days ago...lol. Would you allow it? if you wont say, it's okay.

Err..

2009-01-05T16:11:00.006+01:00

"it's a beautiful life, oh-oh-oh-oh
it's a beautiful life, oh-oh-oh-oh...
- Beautiful life, Ace of Base

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I say this with the hope that we all made it. December was a menage of feelings for me, I celebrated life i.e. the birth of my first niece Zoe which made me the proudest and happiest aunty on earth (post for another day)...

I mourned i.e. the death of an ex-colleague/salsa dance partner at the company's xmas party/on-the-way-to-becoming-my friend which totally threw me for a loop! I danced with him on the 19th of December and our mutual friends teased us no end about liking each other, then i got a phone call on the 26th;

L: (in a very weird voice) hello Smaragd
Me: hey! how are u babe? u are missing me already abi?i'm not in lagos o...
and i ramble on in my usual way
L: "long silence"
Me: oh..kay, what's up? why aren't u saying anything?
L: S is dead!

How was I supposed to handle that? how was I supposed to process that? I was shell-shocked! I know people die and bla bla, but not my friends! my friends dont die. I dont see them last week and bury them next week! There I was carrying a two-week old baby, assuring her that she had a full life ahead of her and being overly happy that she was with and suddenly life looked so bleak... so very like trees look in winter.

Becuse I refused to believe my friend, I called S's number, it rang and I began to hope until a woman who identified herself as his aunty picked up the phone;

Me: hello?
Strange voice: hello, who's this?
Me: Smaragd, S's friend, pls may I speak with him?
Strange voice: I'm his aunty, and err... something happened...
Me: Oh My God!
S's Aunty: so u've heard something then, it's true.
Me: I'm so sorry ma (and i dropped the phone like it was hot)

I just sat staring into space for hours after that with no tears. S had so much promise, he was very intelligent, very hardworking, very dedicated, very young, very handsome and unusual. Unusual because his looks didnt go to his head, he was very grounded and I was just getting to know him outside work.

It hurt no end. Still does. I could not bring myself to attend the service of songs, I just could not. I dont even know why I'm writing this cuz my intention was a bubbly post. Sorry guys, for dumping this on you all so early in the year, I'm really sorry.

I was going to write about the new development in Lagos. I'm sure we all know that Okadas (motorcycles) are here to stay as a means of transportation, so we know that trying to eradicate them is just as hopeless as believeing that there'll be electrical supply when I get home this evening.

So, it's been decided that if we cannot get rid of the necessary evil that the motorbikes have become, we can at least make them safer. Which means I have had to wear 4 different helmets today, because I have biked to the bank twice (back and forth) from my office! I wore the first one because of the novelty, the second because it looked new, the third i hesitated to wear because it was more an engineer's hat than a helmet and I flat out refused to wear the fourth one because I realised that this new inventive is the fastest way to spread head lice and God-knows-whatever-else people can catch from sharing hats!

there is only one solution as far as i'm concerned, I must buy my car sooner than i originally planned BUT while that's being processed, I need to keep my corporate cab driver closer than i did last year AND I need to get a scarf or a hanky that will by all means PROTECT my head from the interior of these helmets and all the tiny soldiers that they will pretty soon convey!

Thanks everyone for being a part of my 2008, for giving me a cyber family, blogging could not and would not have been what it was without you guys and I most likey would not have learnt as much as I did in 08 without your blogs. Thanks for the laughter ( oh i had a lot of that..."lol-ing", "Rotflmao-ing", just "lmao-ing" and the tears (yea, i had a dose of that as well). I believe 2009 will be better than 2008. Despite all that happened, it still is a beautiful life after all.

Welcome to the beginning of the best part of the rest of our lives.

November just ended!

2008-12-11T15:21:00.002+01:00

"you are my kind, you're all that i want
here in this life, until we are gone..."
- Carlos Santana & Seal

This song has nothing to do with my post, except that it's currently my happy song, I play it when I am down and bam! i'm fine again.

How are u my cyber-family? November just ended for me jare, so here I am, a new job, a new hair-cut, a new laptop and several new pairs of shoes later. It was a strange month for me, November.

So, what's new now that Obama is no longer the hottest thing since vibrators? it's almost as if America has always had a black president (God please keep the hate groups in check. Am I the only one fearing for Obama's life?)

Anyway, this is not my actual post, I just got very home sick for blogsville and felt that if I didnt put something up soon, I'll be relegated to the wall of the "Bloggers that once were".

Even though I have had several "epiphanies" of late and feel like I could write one long melancholic book, my job does not permit blogging at work, so I'll have to find a way to post.

I'm off to make my blog rounds, in the mean time, could you please tell me what your take on "Stigmatas" is? thank you...MWAH!

Obama's Owambe swearing in ceremony

2008-11-05T15:00:00.001+01:00

"yes we can,
we can do anything if we try..."
- Whathisname

Invitation to the swearing-in ceremony (party) of our son, Barack Obama @ our family house in Washington

Venue: White house

Date: To be announced soon

Aso oke and Aso ebi = N10,000.00

Fila only = N5,000.00

Ipele = 5,500

Please send all requests plus money to the undersigned. Please make requests as soon as possible as it would be on a first-come, first-serve basis. Limited stock available.

Olatokunbo Obama,

For the family.

p.s.
Obama's speech gave me goose pimples! Dont you just love a man who says what he has to say with utter conviction and so much sincerity mixed with a dash of "cocksurety" laced with that "i-know-i-cant-do-it-without-you" quality?

somebody wake me up...

...when November ends!

Making A Nest

2008-10-31T18:45:00.002+01:00

"your roses smell like
poo-poo-poo..."
- Outkast

Let me share a special skill with you, one that once acquired can guarantee you an infection free bum. Read on...

Required tools:

1. Toilet roll ( a lot)

2. Handwashing liquid (preferably anti-bacterial)

3. Running water

When you enter any relatively clean toilet, especially the one in your office, look around to make sure that the toilet is still within "salvaging" limits. Once that is affirmed, take your toilet roll, wrap a huge wad, spray some hand wash onto it and proceed to wipe the toilet rim clean.

CAUTION:
make sure the wad is thick enough for your hand not to touch the toilet.

Once that is done, you pick the toilet roll again and count three leaves, then cut. Lay the three leaves on the long side of the bowl. Count another set of three, cut and lay on the other long side, then cut two leaves for the short, frontal part of the bowl.

This measurement is very accurate for the standard toilet bowl.

The toilet should look very well covered at this point, there should no ceramic in sight.

Next, you roll up another wad of tissue and drop horizontally in the toilet bowl, such that the water that is normally found in the bowl is very well covered.

NOW you can sit on the padded toilet and fire away!

Flush when you are done, I assure you that all the tissue will flush without complications.

Please wash your hands before and after the do.

ADVANTAGES of this procedure:

a. there will be no direct contact with the toilet bowl

b. there is no risk of "splashing" no matter how hard/soft the excreta.

c. one does not need to be uncomfortable using toilets in places like the office or a friend's house.

d. the toilet will most probably smell less after you are done than it would if you had not made a nest.

NOTE of Warning:

I would only do this to a toilet in a semi-trusted place like my office. Would so not try this were I still in OAU!

Come back to thank me later if you never knew this, and if you did, well, share with me anything you feel i left out.

Thank you.

p.s.

thank you all for your honest contributions to my last post, I apologise if I scared some people.

100% pro-life?

2008-10-16T10:07:00.002+01:00

"...in my coat of many colors
my Mama made for me...
- Dolly Parton

It was my mum's birthday yesterday, and while I'm a bit too lazy at the moment to write her the ode she deserves, I must say that my mum is the strongest woman I know. She is also the most quietly determined! We clash a lot but I am ever so protective of her.

My mum.

I have her body, to see us from behind one would assume we were sisters. I have her hands and fingernails, probably the shape of her face as well.

My mum.

She's been Forty-something for as long as i can remember...lol, and she gets away with it because of her frame and her good skin. "kosarugbo ni Ghana" (there is no old person in Ghana), that's what we call her...lmao

I will write her an ode later, the real reason for my title is this:

I like to think I am pro-life yea? but I have these questions for you my peeps,

IF you were pregnant OR if your wife was pregnant and you found out through technology that the foetus had Down's Syndrome, would you have the baby? would you remain pro-life?

IF it were discovered that the baby had sickle-cell anemia, would you have the baby?

IF having the baby would mean losing the mother, would you have the baby?

forgive me if I come across as pessimistic or uncaring or what-not, I have an older friend who has a child with Down's Syndrome and believe me , IT IS NOT EASY, period!

I have worked with kids with Down's Syndrome, and while i love these kids to bits, i cant help wishing they didn't have to live like that.

On the other hand, I feel every baby has a right to life.

just tell me what you think okay?

P.S.

I AM NOT PREGNANT!

Just the way you are...

2008-09-19T10:02:00.003+01:00

"that's why i need you to know
i've found a reason for me
to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new
and the reason is u..."
- The Reason, Hoobastank

I relocated on saturday, to another part of Lagos and in the midst of my things I found this poem I wrote at least seven years ago:

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

You are who you are
despite who people want you to be
You can be a Star
Even if those changes don't come to be

Learning to take people as they come is not easy
even diamonds don't come pretty
until they've gone through a lot of hitting
as the best of you forms gradually, it won't be difficult
to appreciate the beauty

From my heart I've come to love you deeply
learning to hold you more dearly
even if it's too hard to believe as it is
I'm loving you just the way you are and that is it

then i wrote a note to the friend i wrote it to saying:
I tried so hard to write something for you and this is it
there may be no beauty to the words but they are as sincere as sincerity comes.

Before you guys tell me about my lack of poetry skills, lemme ask you something,

If your parents told you that a prophet told them to inform you that you should not go out the whole of September, because they foresaw that you could die...
Then another friend calls you to say she was walking down the road one day, when a "prophet" walked up to her and asked her if she had a friend who is *inserts a perfect description of you* and when she affirms, told her to warn you not to venture out of the house this September...

WHAT WOULD YOU DO? pray tell me.

Snuffleuphagus...

2008-09-15T09:25:00.005+01:00

"... in your head, in your he-e-e-ad
zombie, zombie, zombie-e-e-e-e-e-e"
- Zombie, Cranberries

I see you.

I feel you.

I know you are here.

You are with me all the time...

...your presence as calming as the sound of a gently flowing brook in the woods.

You are everything I'm not, everything I want to be, everything I wish I was...

You give me joy, keep me sane in the midst of this well organized disorder...

That long drink of cool water on a hot, dry day? That's you

Your voice is the ointment that cools hot cuts and relieves intense pain...

Oh the comfort i have just knowing you are there...

And what's more?

I am the only one who knows you are...

You are my Snuffleuphagus

* Snuffleuphagus is the name of the brown elephant-like monster that was seen only by Big Bird in Sesame street, so it stands for someone or something that others believe is just a figment of one's imagination*

BAG, BAGGER, BAGGEST.

2008-09-04T16:55:00.005+01:00

"Scintillate,Scintillate globe bibific
fain would i fathom thy nature specific
loftily poised in the eather capacious
strongly resembling a gem carbonacious"

p.s.

this is good ol' "twinkle twinkle little star..." a la big grammar and not originally written by me, infact i heard it from a friend in J.S.S 2 and have not forgotten it since then.

Okay!

to the order of the day,

I decided to take a picture of my bag's content on Monday just like Fantasy Queen did some posts ago, it's just another opportunity to practice my picture loading and put up a post at the same time.

So here's the culprit:

let's see if this clearer:

contents:
-one valid till June 2010 naija international passport, must use it some more before i change to ECOWAS passport.

-a 15ml vial of Viktor&Rolf's Flowerbomb eau de parfum (love it!)

-my liz claiborne make-up purse (filled beyond capacity...lol)

-M&S Hand Cream

-hideous lemon green and tan LC wallet (thank God i cleaned it b4 this photoshoot, u guys would have hated it more)

-My bought-in-traffic N300 wanna-be-Armani sunglasses (if i dont tell u, u wont know o, so dont try me, at least it protects my eyes from dust)lol

-my styling comb

-my hairbrush (currently sporting a 24inch weave, hence the need for that at all hours! woman and wahala)

-my active dental floss

-PK chewing gum (only two left in it)

-Chinese nokia 2505 (my official Visafone line)cute but battery wise horrible! the 5300 is the camera on duty, so u cant see it...lol

-a green mini towel that i carry only because it was distributed by a good friend at my dear friend's wedding.

-my 30ml Chloe perfume (one of my bday gifts), permanently resides in my bag

-my powder puff

-my bronze 608 mary kay foundation, i just joined that cult recently and it's not bad at all, only problem is that the shade is a shade too dark for me, thanx to the Mary Kay retailer.

-my cuticle remover (don't ask me why it's there, it just always is)

-a pack of lemon Orbit chewing gum (fast becoming an addiction)

-my 8gig 1.75year old ipod,a graduation gift which houses my eccentric collection of 1208 songs and some pictures. i totally love it!

-a vetiva pen, from a dear friend who works there.

-my black eye liner, *shrugs* it's too long for the purse...lol

-my bunch of keys. The beauty of this is in the key holder, it's a customized picture of two cute cousins of mine encased in leather. precious!

Phew!

Believe it or not, that bag is actually small, so i had to reduce my usual baggage on Monday. I usually carry more junk.

I must confess, I am not a bag person, I can carry one bag for as long as it lasts, then change to another regular, but I have friends who think I am a hopeless case and have therefore decided to keep giving me bags as gifts...lol.

This pink Tod's is one such gift from my particularly bag crazy friend Zi, who recently acquired a 685pounds (N 171,000) *gasps* Miu Miu bag! I just couldn't wrap my head around it.

Dont get me wrong, I have my own excesses, things i love enough to spend money on, but bags? nah!

Find below a picture of my current old faithful, exactly 20pounds and totally adorable:

A David Jones creation that houses EVERYTHING i need. People still tell me how cute it is and ask where i bought it, so why do i need a bag that can buy a car!

So peeps, i've had a good week and will most likely be having an even better weekend, it promises to be. I'll come back next week with my Highs and Lows post.

Quick question:

when everything seems to be working perfectly fine in your life, u are married to a man who loves and adores you, you just got this fantastic job, you've been to three continents this year and everything's just right and beautiful at this time! how do u feel? do u get this nagging sense of "i'm waiting for the axe to fall anytime now" or u just remain thankful and believe it's here to stay?

Pray tell peeps, i await ur comments.

y'all have a golden weekend (Baroque, allow me borrow ur word okay?lol), i plan to have one D.V.

MWAH!

I AM NOT MAD ANYMORE!

2008-08-26T09:07:00.002+01:00

the eensy weensy spider
went up the water spout
down came the rain and
washed the spider out
out came the sun and
dried up all the rain
and the eensy weensy spider
climbed up the spout again!
- for black 007

It was a very beautiful day in August, the sun came up early but without venom so it was a dry yet cool day. That is almost a miracle in Lagos these days! Anyway, why was this day special u ask? It was cuz BB and my closest friend got married that day.

You guys remember my friend and BB from the I AM SOOO MAD post? (i just tried to link the post, hope it worked) so, BB recovered fully for his wedding and made my friend a very happy woman. It's an amazing wake-up call, my closest friend is now a MRS...lol. It's funny how i feel because my childhood friend who i am four days older got married four years ago and i didnt even bat an eyelash, whereas this closest friend of mine is a 1.5 years older than I am.

We had a bridal shower for her and it went very well, she cried though, which also made me cry... same at her engagement... dont mind us, it's a very emotional friendship we have...lol

It's been a wedding spree so far, i went for the wedding i told y'all about in EXTRAVAGANZA and it would have been more fun, i guess, if i hadn't spent four hours getting to the reception, thanks to Fashola and the Third Mainland Bridge closure (dont get me wrong, i appreciate the efforts and i think it's a good thing that that bridge is being repaired before it splits in two and kills thousands of lagosians, i just didn't like the traffic that day that's all). The party was good nonetheless and i took Shubby doo's advice and collected almost every souvenir that was handed to me...lol. I dont normally do that cuz i just dont like carrying stuff jare.

So i have a lot of things to write, just not enough time and motivation to write them in posts plus blogger's being a psycho bitch. I confess to being lazy and promise to do better. I am totally enjoying Afrbabe's new avatar by the way, no picture could have described her better or what do y'all think?

About my name change, i apologise for the confusion... many people had a problem pronouncing SMARAGD (which is german for my birthstone Emerald, the avatar is to help drive the point home), and so i decided to give ESMERALDA a try (spanish for the same birthstone). I miss Smaragd though and might still change back, but i guess for now, it's not bad being a sultry, dark-haired, husky voiced latina seductress, which is the picture Esmeralda brings to my mind...lol, hope i find an avatar to match.

I'm sorely tempted to put up full pictures of me, but common sense tells me that the beauty of mystery will be lost once that is done, so i'll just keep resisting the urge. It's difficult especially now that i know how to put up pictures...lol

Naijalines and Ibiluv have put me to shame with their regular updates, even Napaali and Carlang are not doing badly. Oluwadee's wedding is in four days and i'm guessing she is in Naija now... still saw her reception venue yesterday, beautiful place. Freaksho's back! after that hiatus and the guy's pretending to be bilingual! mchew.

Zephi's departed blogsville! *gasps* I just read that this morning... Uzezi's back and better with her Gambian bloke... Aphrodite might just be sticking with O afterall... Mz. Dee has a mammy water friend (yikes) and Chari and Mz. Dee seem to have a thang!, Atutu is back in Lagos and has refused to update since, there is internet in Lagos now? hmmm... the endless wonders of blogsville

I hear SolomonSydelle's kids had the flu? pele mummy three, hope they are better now. My little cousin had chicken pox as well, poor thing, he's all good now though, the pox wanted to spoil fine boy.

Do you guys like this dress?

will be back peeps!

EXTRAVAGANZA

2008-07-31T14:58:00.005+01:00

little miss muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey
along came a spider
who sat down beside her
and frightened miss muffet away!
- this nursery rhyme is for black007, i promised to teach u rhymes, so i'll post them as intros to my posts instead of songs for now...lol

hey peeps!

i will be going for a friend's wedding on saturday and below are pictures of what my designer made of the pink dry lace aso-ebi!

i liked it when she just brought it to me yesterday, but now i'm not so sure cuz it's a tad "extravagant"! i'm the understated elegance type.

Now I have to think of what to accessorize it with, suggestions anyone? *looks round hopefully*

Also, it looks like bride's dress to me cuz its floor length (i wanted something different from my usual short dresses). so i decided to wear it this morning, take pictures and ask u guys what u think.

I liked the lace until i found out that it was quite cheap and i paid so much for it!

anyhoo, congratulate me for learning how to put up pictures finally. lol

i'm going to publish this now so i can see how it comes out, then i'll eagerly await ur honest comments.

toodles!

HAPPY FEET!

2008-07-28T10:06:00.000+01:00

"I am beautiful
in every single way
words cant bring me down
We are beautiful
no matter what they say
words cant bring us down
so dont u bring me down today"
- Christina Aguilera "BEAUTIFUL"

So I just saw the movie "HAPPY FEET" on Saturday, and i found it profound!

You are probably wondering what's so deep about that kiddie movie?

I'll tell you.

SUMMARY:

Mumble was dropped as an egg by Memphis (his dad) which "probably" led to his "being different".

He was different because he had no heart song (which was a big deal for penguins) and he couldn't sing (i love Mumble but his singing was godawful! lol) BUT he could tapdance! While his ability to dance was frowned upon by the penguin clan and considered "hippity-hopping", it was what saved the penguins from perishing from lack of fishes!

Mumble danced his way into the heart of -"The Aliens/abductors, penguins (because they walked upright) who had fat faces and looked very strange"...lmao!- the humans, who decided to save this beautiful and talented specie from extinction by putting a limit to fishing in the oceans.

So, Mumble not only found the answer to their famine problem in Penguindom, he taught all the penguins to tapdance. His "disability" became something everyone wanted to learn.

LESSON LEARNT:

""WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT (DISADVANTAGED IN PEOPLE'S EYES) IS PROBABLY WHAT WILL HELP YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD."

The movie gets five stars in my book, i recommend it for everyone and will definitely see it again. I especially loved the "dwarf" Latino penguins and Lovelace! they were hilarious. I'm not surprised cuz Mambo's(the funniest one) voice was done by Robin Williams (that's one guy I'll always find funny) and he had this way of saying "let me tell something to you" that cracked me up no end.

For those who've seen it, tell me if u saw what i saw in it and for those who haven't, please watch with your kids, little cousins, nieces, nephews and tell them the very important lesson that can be learnt from it.

I AM SOOOOOOOOO MAD!

2008-07-09T12:48:00.002+01:00

zombie o zombie
- FELA

I'm very sorry for the lack of update peeps, forgiveth thou me Parakeet, Zena, Unwrit, NDQ and Afro.

I am reallllllllllyyyyyy mad!

okay Smar, calm down, calm down and narrate this tale...

So my closest-to-best-friend will be getting married in August, the second saturday in August precisely, and her Fiance, who is a manager at one of the top consulting firms world-over had an encounter with our useless-for-every-situation-except-the-unimportant-ones military men!

Last week Thursday, BB (my friend's Fiance) stopped over at an ATM machine on his way from a client's. There was a queue, which he joined and patiently waited his turn. Shortly after, a soldier came along wanting to jump the queue and the people protested vehemently and insisted that he wait his turn! The military guy got really ticked off and BB, as a gentleman, tried to reason with him and calm him down while the guy just kept arguing.

At that point in time, a lady who'd been in line for a while and was pretty upset at the military guy's audacity put her foot down and would not agree to the "shunting". The soldier got mad and slapped her hard! That was when BB (as a well-brought-up young man who would never raise his hand to strike a woman) decided that enough was enough and proceeded to tell the illiterate soldier what he thought of his animalistic act. the soldier saw this as effrontery!

He went back to his cantonment, which was unfortunately close by, and came back accompanied by several other ignorant idiots like him and went ahead to "teach BB a lesson"! they beat BB up so bad that the guy had to be taken to IGBOBI! his arm was broken, he sustained injuries all over!

PEOPLE, tell me what lesson these wanna-be human beings doled out that day? that we should give them respect undue to them? or that we should not stand up for our rights? worse still, that idiotic soldiers are mini-gods? Pray, tell me what BB did wrong?

My friend called me the next day badly shook up, I saw RED and i felt so helpless! now THAT is what infuriates me, the helplessness! I wish, for the first time ever, that my father was a top politician or someone who could move and shake! Cuz those buffoons must not go unpunished o.

Anyway, BB's family is a wealthy one and the last time i spoke with him, he said he will be suing as soon as he is well enough and i plan to be in that courtroom. But, this isn't just about money, it's about influence. BB might be attending his own wedding wearing a cast for God's sake!

This injustice must end in this country! The same nincompoops are the ones hired by NYSC to infuriate us in camp, seriously, when are we going to get any respect for human lives in Nigeria? It's bad enough that the "littlest" infrastructures are not in place, cant we at least have respect for one another and peace of mind?

Once in the papers, we read of a politician who slapped a pregnant customer in Spring bank for speaking her mind or something just as inconsequential! thank God for an NGO that took it up and made it news, it would otherwise have been swept under the carpet as usual.

I just had to write this out guys, I've been boiling for days. I hope you all are good.

Oluwadee, ur day is very close now, i wish u a beautiful wedding and a blessed marriage sweetie.

Blogsville idols, I'm so sorry i haven't been over, i have to download flash player on my system first! and thanx Carl, i have changed to Mozilla, so i can do stuff again.

Kissingitis ( pronounced kisseenjaitis)!

2008-06-24T11:26:00.001+01:00

But how do you expect me,
to live alone with just me?
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe
- Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown

Please verify the following facts and get back to me so i can get back to Linda Schaefer who wrote this...lol!

1. Two out of every three couples turn their heads to the right when they kiss.

2. A simple peck uses two muscles; a passionate kiss, on the other hand, uses all 34 muscles in your face. Now that’s a rigorous workout! (see, kissing is actually an exercise)

3. Like fingerprints or snowflakes, no two lip impressions are alike. (maybe that should be used in catching criminals yea?)

4. Kissing is good for what ails you. Research shows that the act of smooching improves our skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches. (Ibiluv and Afro were so right about the sexual healing y'all)

5. The average person spends 336 hours of his or her life kissing.(WHAAT?! i hope i do better than the average person)

6. Ever wonder how an “X” came to represent a kiss? Starting in the Middle Ages, people who could not read used an X as a signature. They would kiss this mark as a sign of sincerity. Eventually, the X came to represent the kiss itself.

7. Talk about a rush! Kissing releases the same neurotransmitters in our brains as parachuting, bungee jumping, and running (confirmed!!!!!!). (I so want to kiss right now)

8. The average woman kisses 29 men before she gets married. (I would love to verify that one) *inserts tiny cough*

9. Men who kiss their partners before leaving for work average higher incomes than those who don’t (husbands start kissing away, boyfriends start practicing)

10. The longest kiss in movie history was between Jane Wyman and Regis Tommey in the 1941 film, You’re in the Army Now. It lasted 3 minutes and 5 seconds. So if you’ve beaten that record, it’s time to celebrate! (is that supposed to be a record, we break that on a regular)
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RANDOMLY now:

I was at the Galleria last saturday and the one before, please tell me i'm not the only one who feels like i mistakenly landed in a high school on LUNCH BREAK! it's not that i have something against teenagers being there, but they've overtaken the place!

You want to see Nigeria's "Haute couture"?please go to the Cinema on a saturday or a sunday.

I'm lonely! (there I said it *phew*).

For so long i havent minded being alone, not being in a relationship et al, but at some point this weekend, i admitted to myself that:

i miss being in love

i miss having someone to love mindlessly

i miss having someone to cater to

i miss having someone to talk to about every- and anything

i miss cuddling and making out

I miss buying "pour Homme" perfumes i heart so much for someone i love to smell it on... you know... he comes to see me and i can bury my face in his neck all even'long just breathing him in...

i miss reading those texts with all the sweet nothings in them

i miss those intermittent calls i would get during the day and night just to hear i'm loved

Despite being the "feminist" most of the time, i really would like to have my own someone all over again, gosh, it's been over two years!

I just havent met anyone in recent times who "does it"for me and it's totally impossible for me to settle for less, i wasnt configured that way.

i'll continue this rambling later peeps, my boss just came in from Abuja! he wasnt supposed to be back until tomorrow! now i have to get really busy... nonsense and concobility!

MUSICAL TAG!

2008-06-17T18:41:00.001+01:00

Queen Of My Castle did this to me guys, it's not difficult though and it is fun in a way! do it if u can

MEME Rules:
1. Put Your iTunes/ music player on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER WHAT!!!

After you’ve answered all of the questions, tag 5 other people and then let them know they’ve been tagged to do the meme themselves!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
Forgiven Not Forgotten – The Corrs
Whatever…lol, I guess I say that when I’ve been deeply hurt and the person asks to be pardoned.

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Mr. Lover Man- Shabba Ranks
What?! Didn’t even know I had that song on my ipod!

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Slow wind – R Kelly
OMG, now I feel gay!

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Sucka for love – Danity Kane
Spot on! it’s that time of the month…

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Milkshake - Kelis
LMAO! This is hilarious, what am I a cow?

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Here and Now – Luther Vandross
Awww, if only I was a here and now person, my life would be so much simpler.

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
I almost Let Go – Kurt Carr
That’s probably true

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Not the I but the You in Me - Anointed
So very true, wish I could tell them that everytime they complain about my person… lol

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
So good, Loving Somebody and Somebody Loves you Back – Teddy Pendergrass
Damn right!

WHAT IS 2+2?
Two Hearts – Phil Collins
lol!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Dear Mama – Tupac Shakur
I don’t have a best friend so I guess that’s fine

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Islands in The Streams – Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers
LOL

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
More, More, More – Darryl Dixon
Well, I do need more of Jesus, Money, Shoes, Clothes, Perfumes and everything else

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Déjà vu - Beyonce
LMAO, maybe I’ve already seen it in a dream

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Beautiful Soul – Jesse McCartney
Pretty much!

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Do you know? – Enrique Iglesias
lol, yea I do know

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Goodbye My Lover – James Blunt
GOD FORBID BAD THING!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Malo Malo (Yoruba meaning “don’t go”) – Crude Oil
Now that is soooo cool, this group/boy band is new in Naija and I like them.

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Let Me Be – Britney Spears
ROTFLMAO! Along with Dancing, meeting people, reading etc.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Dear Diary - Pink
yea, dear diary, I’m a bad girl! Ha ha! Don’t I just wish!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Escape – Enrique Iglesias
Awwwwww

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Deliverance – Bubba Sparxx
Well…

My music collection is the oddest apparently and I listen to more oldies than this lets on jo! lol

I hereby tag IBILUV, NDQ, NAIJALINES, BLACK007, PRINCESA and UNWRITTEN

P.S. Black007, I havent been able to post comments at your end, I complained on ur 14th post (that's the only place my comments have been welcome apparently...lol) hope u saw it!

What Do You Think?

2008-06-16T08:35:00.000+01:00

* Disclaimer - this post has not been put up to impress anyone, so please comment with every ounce of honesty you can muster *

What do you think of Air Hostessing as a career? I mean, how would you react if one of your very good friends upped and decided to pursue a career (or "non-career") in this field? To be a flight attendant, stewardess, cabin crew or whatever it's called in your part of the world?

I ask these questions because I once almost dropped out of Uni (in my third year to be precise) to do just the above mentioned.

Don't think this development came as a result of me being a “bimbette” who was about to be kicked out of school or was failing badly, as a matter of fact, the reverse was the case! I was top of my class all through Uni (I was in the faculty of Arts so I'm no Einstein).

I just got tired of school and the strikes; I wanted to start earning money, become independent and also have fun while doing it (traveling, meeting people, looking pretty etc), besides I’ve always loved the aviation industry but I’m too chicken to become a pilot…lol

So, a pilot friend dropped my CV again and I’ve been called for a test… now I’m not so sure anymore…

Of God, Rain and Corn on the Cob

2008-06-04T13:28:00.000+01:00

"...ooh now i wish it would rain
now, down on me....
- Phil Collins & Eric Clapton

Every morning, as soon as I open my eyes, whether sluggishly or smartly, the first seven words I utter are "Thank You Jesus for one more day"

I am happy to mention that this is the only habit/ritual/undertaking that has been consistent in my life. I'm afraid I dont have a track record for consistency ...lol.
I read at QOMC that she does this as well, it's what spurred me to put this up. I recommend this for all of u peeps, it's a good way to start the day.
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It's rainy season again!

I like it when it rains at night and i wake up to that serenity and cool that only an overnight rain can bring. That feeling that the whole earth has been washed clean while I slept, but that's not my favorite part...

I love that heady scent that fills the air when the clouds are heavy, full and darkly hued causing the earth to send out its pheromones thirstily in lusty anticipation. That wonderful natural fragrance that infiltrates the air as the first few drops of rain are greedily soaked up...

It's my aspiration to capture and bottle this fragrance, name it L'eau d'earth (or something...lol) because I have yet to encounter a perfume that's even marginally close to this heavily intoxicating, cleansing yet seductive smell.

I inhale deeply once i catch the slightest whiff of it, hoping to get enough of it in my system before it fades...

The other product of this wet season that excites me is CORN! Yes, Corn on the Cob.

I had my first corn this season three days after my birthday, memorable experience. You see, the selection and eating of corn is a ritual for me. Let me describe it the best I can (might be long)...

...the smell of ready-to-eat Corn cooking on the fire invades my room from the Kitchen and I stand up (usually from my supine postion on my bed) as though in a trance and head straight for the pot in the kitchen. Standing in front of the cooker, I open the pot ever so carefully and stare at the array of corn like an antique lover at a yard sale, I stare until i find IT!

IT is the perfect corn. IT has to be the right length, the right size and the perfect arrangement. IT has to be white or whatever the lightest shade of corn is and preferably slim. There's a saying where I come from that describes perfect teeth as looking like well-cooked corn...lol, I find it very true.

IT should have several straight rows on its cob, not a grain missing, discoloured or crooked. The rows must taper in reducing sizes to the both ends of the cob. When I find this perfect work of nature, I carefully lift it out and look around again, just in case there's more, then i place IT/them in a bowl half-filled with cool, salted water for a few seconds (as i dont particularly like hot food). Once it's cool enough, I arrange IT/them on a plate,slather with butter, return to my room, lie down on my flat belly with a novel or a movie and proceed to devour IT.

That's not all, once there is no longer any grain left on the cob, I suck the cob till there's almost no juice left in it, then chew the soft part of the cob till it's dry, spit out the whatchumacallits, only then will i be satisfied.

P.S.

I will eat roasted corn only when it is sweet corn covered in BBQ sauce and slightly barbequed or roasted.

phew! there is the update i've been too lazy to put up.

I still cant highlight, italicize, or change colours on my blog! somebody help me!

You make me wicked, You make me wild

2008-06-02T14:00:00.000+01:00

I've kissed the moon a million times
Danced with angels in the sky
I've seen snowfall in the summertime
Felt the healing of the powers above

I've seen the world from he highest mountain
Tasted love from the purest fountain
I've seen lips that spark desire
Felt the butterflies a hundred times

I've even seen miracles
I've felt the pain disappear
But still haven't seen anything
That amazes me quite like you do

Chorus:
You bring me up when I'm feeling down
You touch me deep you touch me right
You do the things I've never done
You make me wicked you make me wild
'Cause baby, your my #1

I've sailed in a perfect dream
I've seen the sun make love to the sea
I've kissed the moon a million times
Danced with angels in the sky

I've even seen miracles
I've seen the tears disappear
But still haven't seen anything
That amazes me quite like you do

- Enrique Iglesias "You are my number 1"

This song is so beautiful and deep that i've played it about 100 times since i discovered it on my ipod yesterday! I couldnt resist putting up the whole lyrics, so if u are the romantic type, close your eyes and listen to it.

I promise to update mid-week with what's really been on my mind, i got sidetracked by this song.

Poetic Justice

2008-05-30T18:02:00.000+01:00

"these words are my own
.....................
- Natasha Bedingfield

I am Twenty Five
Thank God i'm alive
Situations not taking a nosedive
Like bees angered out of their hives

I am two decades and a dec*
No more on life's observation deck
Anticipation leaves me a nervous wreck
Now I'm worried what havoc i might wreak

I am a quarter of a century
I think I deserve loads of jewelry
From life's self appointed jury
Hey, i deserve not to live in penury

I am a silver jubilarian
Makes me sound like an unsexy librarian
More like an overly proud aryan
Somebody finish this line before i misyarn!

okay guys, i wrote this last week with some malaria still in my brain, so have mercy when telling me how much it sucks...lol

I'm personally not a big fan of poems except they rhyme and/or are romantic, so am no Keats or Shakespeare, but i made use my poetic license...lol.

* dec- half of a decade

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

2008-05-23T13:28:00.001+01:00

I cant find the right lyrics to start this post off with, hence no intro!

First off, THANK YOU ALL so much for the birthday wishes! I just read through all the comments and i've got tears in my eyes and a beatific smile on my face wondering what took me so long to find blogsville! How can people i've never met make me so unconditionally and deliriously happy? *blowing a gazillion kisses your way peeps*

You guys are the bestest!

I dont want you thinking i'm sickly or anything, even i dont understand what's been happening these past coupla months! I'm AA, which means i'm malaria-prone, but i havent been this sickly in years.

So, on the morning of my birthday, while dressing up, i started feeling nauseous but i ignored it. I went to work, receiving many calls and many hugs and text messages, in short i was gliding around the office in my 4-inches red peeptoe sandals, until noon. Then i started burning up! long and short of it is that Malaria snuck up on me like a stalking bitch and i started throwing up at work!

my cake arrived, big,creamy and very coconutty but the smell of it sent me straight to the loo! everyone at work said it was a fantastic cake sha (thanx to my sis-in-law), even though till today i cant tell what it tastes like cuz i couldnt eat it! couldnt even take a picture!

So, here i am three days later just re-acquainting myself with my PC. my boss told me not to come in but i had to come respond to you guys and also to wish Supergirl a happy birthday a day after (didnt want it to wait till next week.

I've lost weight and am a bit pale, but on reading your comments, I can feel myself getting re-invigorated and even an itsy-bitsy fleshier...lol!

let's do a little exercise:

y'all close your eyes, imagine the sexiest person ever coming over to you, planting a sweet, tender kiss on your lips... then he/she places a cube of the creamiest, sweetest, melt-in-your-mouth cake u ever tasted! and u deserve it too!

thanx for taking part in that exercise, it's specially from me to with too much love!

Guess what my mum bought for me? a book titled "BEFORE THE RING"! i tire.

Dr. Naps, pls i need a consult...

24 going on 50!

2008-05-19T13:50:00.001+01:00

" go on, go on, come on
leave me breathless
tempt me, tease me till i
cant deny this lovely feeling
make me long for your kiss"
- Breathless, The Corrs

So, Im going to be 25 tomorrow!

*heart beating wildly* I'm not quite sure if it's out of fear or excitement.

You see, i have been throwing the age around a lot of late, like it's a perfect answer to every question...lol

An example of a typical conversation with me these days is:

Mum: why do you need to buy that item? u are too young

Smaragd: excuse me mum? I am 25 years old! *with really wide eyes*

OR

Dad: why do you want to move out? what makes u so sure u are ready for this big move?

Smaragd: I am 25 years old dad!

OR

Boss: why do you need a raise? it's not like you have any responsibility.

Smaragd: I AM EFFIN' 25 years old for crying out loud! isnt that enough responsibility in itself, duh! (wish i coulda said it like that though!lmao)

25 is just before 26, which is the age limit for most entry level jobs in Nigeria! i know that isnt really

relevant for me because I already have a job BUT it's scary all thesame!

I am no longer that age where people dont bug me about marriage, i miss those years already... 18, 21 even 22, 23... I was still considered a "girl", now I'm a young woman (in my family's eyes) and the expectations have changed.

The unfortunate thing is I HAVENT CHANGED! i'm still the same girl i was last year or two years ago. I was a graduate then, I am a graduate now, I had no boyfriend then, I have no boyfriend now, I ate noodles all the time then, I still eat noodles all the time now (yep! i do) I wasnt having sex then, I am still not having sex now ( i know, i'm boring), I could go on and on!

25! a rude awakening! mid-twenties!

u hear stuff like " o ma ti n dagba" (u are getting old!), "o ma ki n se omode mo" (dont u know u are no longer a child), "awon egbe e ma ti bi omo meji" (your mates have two children). Sometimes i just want to scream out loud and tell these people to let me grow in peace and at my own pace!

Okay, enough venting.

So the birthday gifts have started coming in, a card signed by the whole office,i got a perfume i like today from one of my colleagues, "TROUBLE" by Boucheron, it's an old perfume (2004) and smells very much like Vivienne Westwood's "Boudoir", Lancome's "Hypnose", Dior's "Addict", hypnotic poison.

It has a sexy musky "woody" smell, not something i'll wear everyday though, actually, there's no perfume i'll wear everyday...lol.

I read that it's got mandarin, bergamot, water hyacinth, musk, precious wood, vanilla, digitalis (scary eh?) Jasmine, Citron, Blue Cedar and Amber. My boss says he dislikes the smell already, but too bad cuz i had to inhale his "Joop" (ew!) everyday last month till it finished!

Tomorrow, i'll tell u all about my day. I have a cake coming in, layered cream cake with coconut sprinkled all over it. dont know why i ordered it except for the fact that i dont want icing on my cake, I'm 25 now *ha ha*

p.s. blogger is acting crazy, i can neither highlight nor italicize my words. So bear with me.

Higgedly Piggedly!!!

2008-05-09T15:48:00.004+01:00

" come on bay-bay
let's do the twist
come on bay-bay
let's do the twist
come on bay-bay
it goes like this..."
TWIST, Dunno who sang it...lol

Remember this song from those days? NTA adapted it for a while too.

" I know u, u are a horny toad,
horny toads give me warts,
hop away horny toad!"
- Claire Sims to Alan Shore,
Boston Legal Season 2 episode 2

this is not a song, but the delivery of these words cracked me up no end! still laff just remembering the actress's face when she said it, "ick and double ick"!

"goodbye Joe, me got to go
me oh my oh, me got to go
upon the pier down the bayou
my Yvonne, sweetest one,
me oh my oh, son of a gun we'll
have big fun on the bayouuuuu
- Kenny Rogers?

I have been watching Boston Legal, currently on season 3 and totally hooked in an "UHU glue" way, it's abso-sugar-lutely fantastic!

I do have stuff to write, but i'm organising a "Get-together" that'll start in a few minutes, so i really have to run. will be back peeps.

HAPPY
MOTHER'S
DAY TO
THE MOMMAS
ON BLOGSVILLE,

y'all have a "BLOGALICIOUS" mother's day!

PIN CUSHION MEETS OBJ ... AND... T.A.G.G.E.D

2008-05-06T12:04:00.002+01:00

p.s. I love you
- Gerard Butler, p.s. i love you.

This tagging thing is work o!

…here are the rules:…
1. …link the person who tagged you…
2. …mention the rules in your blog...
3. …tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…
4. …tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…
5. …leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged…

Here goes…

I am a very quirky person! I’ve got a gazillion quirks, infact I have found at least one quirk in common with all the tagged bloggers I’ve visited! So my first quirk is that I am probably the quirkiest person I know, I’m weird like that…lol

I was born with my eyes wide open! I already wrote about that in an earlier post “Because Mama Said so”. According to my parents, as at 25 years ago, babies didn’t open their eyes until days or even weeks after birth, so I gave my parents a pretty good scare…lol

I hate making decisions! Also already wrote about that in “Decisions = Incisions”. Decision making for me is a huge task and I always “unmake” up my mind right after deciding on something. I think this is a direct result of my next quirk.

I am always thinking! I think non-stop at all times except when I’m sleeping. There’s always a conversation going on in my head per time, or a thought I want to write down or something I should have said to someone or I plan to say etc.

My “extremities” (if they can be called that), are small! By extremities, I mean my feet (size 4 ½), hands, nose, and ears (white pple particularly are amazed at the size of my ears…lol).

I can’t masturbate! It’s an activity I find very disconcerting, (this has nothing to with religion, although I’ve heard it labelled “sin” in church).

I read everywhere, toilet, while eating etc, I always have a book with me.

Finally, I get easily bored! (With people especially guys, jobs etc). It’s a crazy thing, but it’s true. That makes 8 quirks (sorry, I don’t do well with rules either…lol)

Phew! Glad that’s done, and seeing that almost everyone’s been tagged, I hereby tag all untagged bloggers.

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On workers’ day, I went for my friend’s engagement party wearing one really nice African print dress my tailor just made for me. The engagement started late so I left at 4pm for the Ikoyi boat club where I had oodles of fun!
I was with a beautiful family (my mentor’s). The kids are amazing! We left the boat club for a slow cruise on the incredibly calm water and I got to steer the boat!

It was a truly beautiful day, even the elements co-operated. The sky was at its bluest, you know that type of weather you get when it looks like rain but it never actually pours? There’s the cool breeze and the not-blazing-as-usual sun, everything just worked together to make the day nice. We had Moet and goat pepper soup (for the adults) on the boat, chicken, chips and juice for the kids and cruised for a couple of hours up and down the Lagos coastline. It was über-relaxing and fun!

Then Saturday…

Had to go over early to my friend’s cuz I was on her train, (with the rate at which I’m going, I’ll probably have 27 dresses at the end of the year lol… is it true that one shouldn’t be a bridesmaid more than thrice in a lifetime?).

Anyway, the wedding service started at 2pm, but because there was just one make-up artist for 7 bridesmaids, we got to church 30mins late (the bride got there in time though), and because I especially entered last along with another chic, we both got to sit apart from the other maids.

If u have been to Methodist churches, u will know that their chairs have these co-joined sort-of table where bibles are placed (or where one can place one’s head to sleep if u will…lol), and that it is therefore difficult to move out of one’s seat. Anyway, during the rest of the service, guess who came in? OBJ (the bride’s father is a politician who worked with OBJ at some point). The silly guys he calls SS wanted to take him past the very front of the church where the couple was seated just to get him a seat! So the old guy refuses and sits on the closest chair, which was of course mine!

That was alright except for the whole paparazzi thing. The girl beside me just ignored the SS guys who tried to get us to move to another chair, they even got the other bridesmaids to move back one row of seats! OBJ then said it was alright, that they should leave us alone.

The highlight of this story is that on our way out of the church (the couple and the train always leave first before other people abi), I and the other babe now either had to walk past OBJ on our right or past seven members of the groom’s family on our left. We decided to go the OBJ way (which was clearly the least clumsy) and his SS guys almost went epileptic…lol, so the other girl went first (the babe no even send …lol), and I followed, and Baba Iyabo, being the gentleman that he is *eyes rolling* decided to support my pin cushion with one hand to help my exit, gasp!

Everybody behind us noticed! You can’t imagine how much fun was made of me that day…lol. I was being fancied by an octogenarian (even though the old guy was only trying to be nice…lol).

That's how Pin Cushion met OBJ.

p.s. this is a 3-in-1 post in one so bear with me.

Pin Cushion

2008-05-02T14:39:00.002+01:00

I love you,
you love me
we are a happy family
with a great big hug
and a kiss from me to you
wont you say you love me too?
- Barney sing-along...lol

If u are looking for the pin cushion that inspired my title, tell me to turn around and u'll see it right there, jutting out roundly from the base of my spine.... voila... my derriere!

*sobbing*

yes, my bum has now become a pin cushion!

why? how?

I have been complaining of not feeling 100% for a while now, sometimes i'm upbeat, other times i'm blue. headaches, cough that lingered, sorethroat that got treated and then came back thrice in 6wks! skin irritation etc. Things literally fell apart in my system.

So, sunday morning, i woke up with a fever but i still dragged myself out of bed and went for the last service in church. Monday morning, i woke up with no voice! i couldnt talk for the inflammation that was in my throat.

Long and short of it is that i ended up being dragged along with my mum to work on wednesday (she's a nurse). After all the testing and story, the doctor prescribed 2 injections per day for 5days!

GASP!!!

Why is that a big deal?

First off, the last time i got an injection, i was what? 10yrs old! that's almost 15yrs ago!

secondly, i loathe injections, i hate the thot of something pricking me and yea, have i mentioned somewhere that my threshold for pain is VERY low?

so, my mom schlepped me off to the injection room (yep, there was a room called that) where i started my drama. It was humiliating!

You see, I am a drama queen by nature. The drama becomes amplified by certain emotions e.g. fear, excitement, sadness etc

So, after i had negotiated with the doctor to see if i could get oral alternatives for the injection, all to no avail, i spoke to myself, hoping i could self-motivate, for where?
At the sight of the first injection, i started pleading wiv the nurse, sweet-talking her, telling her i loved her (crazy yea?). When that didnt work, i changed tactics and began to bawl like a baby!

At some point, my mum told the nurse to chase me out of the room. Even i was ashamed of myself...l0l. All my antics got them to have pity on me and mix the contents of the two little vials together (now why didnt they do that before i started crying? sometimes i just hate nurses)

Please note that i now had one injection to contend with (that was before my mum decide that i needed the TT injection as well). Eventually, a kind older nurse suggested that i hug her tightly while my mum administered the needle (very sweet woman, God bless her soul). I held on to her tightly but as soon as i felt the swab of the cotton wool on my bum, i bodily lifted the poor woman and ran round in circles some more.

Now it's funny, but at that point in time, that injection was my greatest fear ever. I settled down to have it administered by my mum finally (she's the most careful nurse i know) and it wasnt so bad after all.

Then i got the TT on my arm,(with less ado).

And i've been getting a daily fix since then. I still run around a bit, but i'm becoming a pro...lol.

Shame on me yea?

Y'all cant blame me, i'm entitled to my eccentricities.

A la Bumight, it's my birthday in 18 days, yay!

And lastly i had a splendid worker's day ystdy, will blog about it layta, plus i have a mighty crush on Alan Shore (James Spader) in Boston Legal, Gawd, i never thot i could be attracted to a man cuz of his ability to speak "legalese", be vulnerable and chase women without trying too hard!

Oh, and i've been tagged by naijalines (i'll get u for that), so i'm working on it.

Did u know...?

2008-04-23T17:38:00.003+01:00

"even if i wanted to
express sympathy,
i physically cant"
- Wilhemina Slater "Ugly Betty"

... that leeches, maggots and certain bugs are very useful for getting rid off "bad blood" and dead flesh (medically proven and even back in use these days)?

... that maggots would only eat dead flesh? when they get to the good part, they leave "well enough alone".

... that the fear of insects is called ENTOMOPHOBIA?

... that even though i know it might not be a good idea, i would dearly love to meet you peeps?

... that virginity is overrated! if anything it leaves me thinking more about sex than the average sexually active person?

... that u peeps make my days more interesting and meaningful ( i learn a lot in blogsville)?

... that i have nothing else to tell u really and i'm now rambling?

Seriously, what do you guys think of the use of these blood and flesh suckers in medicine (going back to the medieval days)? would you allow doctors/surgeons use them on U?

Blog, Schmog, Glob

2008-04-18T14:45:00.002+01:00

"aint no mountain high enough
aint no valley low enough
aint no river wide enough
to keep me from getting
to you ba-bay - Diana Ross? Tina Turner? (too lazy to verify)

So i spent the whole day yesterday blogxploring, and now i feel guilty! I'm afraid my boss will write "irresponsible" on my appraisals.

It is for this very reason that i abandoned facebook.

You see, i'm not cut out for the jobs where one sits in front of the system all day, it's against my configuration!

So after a few weeks at this job, i started spending a lot of time OFF my seat, which my boss complained about.

Now that i've discovered blogger, i'm ON my seat but not doing what i should, eesh!

is it by sitting on one spot that u know who is hardworking and who isnt? "nonsense and concobility"

Dresses, Tresses and Stresses

2008-04-14T11:43:00.005+01:00

If I said u had a good body
would u hold it against me?
-my tank top years ago

Aloha Blogsville,

i've been swamped at work (bossman was on leave so i was on my own) and also too lazy to write. In short, i apologize for the break. I still dont have anything specific to write o, hence the title and the rambling that u are about to read.

I love dresses! especially the short, sleeveless, summery types that cling to my torso and flow freely from my waist. I look fantastic in them (vanity upon vanity abi?, pls allow me for today), they make me feel very sexy and feminine, and believe me when i say feminine is something i'm just learning being an only girl child with three brothers and fourteen male cousins.

You see, i'm a late bloomer. EVERYTHING happened to me late! I was straight as a pole for a really long time, and considering that i've always loved clingy dresses and baby tees, u can imagine my despair when there was absolutely no shape for these sexy clothes to cling to! Let me explain how late a bloomer I am,

...I had my first real pimple recently (I am 24 now by the way)
...I got my first bra in senior secondary school (papi insisted that nobody buy me a bra till my breasts had grown to a substantial size cuz he believed bras would stop them from growing!), so they grew to a substantial size only when I was about 14 and then they kept growing at such an alarming rate at some point that i had to start praying to God for them to stop!
...Mama wouldn't let me perm my hair until i graduated secondary school, age 16 to be precise.
...I got defensive when guys approached me until i was 19, i just cldnt imagine being anyone's girlfriend then, so i chased them all away with a really sharp tongue and tomboyish moves.
...I had my first kiss at 19! dont laff o!
...I finally grew into my now really hot bod some three years ago! so u understand why i just love it too much, cuz it still surprises me everytime i look at it (which is ALL the time, i'm in love with full length mirrors).

Lemme leave some things for later jo.

Anyway, back to dresses, i was on a bridal train this weekend and our dresses were absolutely gorgeous! the style? mint green polished lace corset style dress, with a flirty short skirt(i mean the lower part). U guys should have seen me prancing and feeling very feminine,"Okoro feeling funky" as my aunty would say.

Another fact about my dresses, they are either short or very long, i don't like that three quarter hemline thingy.

Another big love of mine is HAIR. unfortunately i'm having bad hair day today! after spending money and time at the salon yesterday steaming and hotbrushing the ungrateful thing...*reallylonghiss*.
To be fair to my hair, it's usually very co-operative, relaxes easily,looks very silky for a long time and generally does me proud (except my hairline which cuts easily, so i have to be really careful)... until i streaked it and had it cut into "Anita Baker". Now ehn, the hair is stubborn, still relaxes but gets due in a month and it now lacks the luster it had when it was pure black. I don tire. sometimes I just feel like hacking the whole thing and going bald!

My stresses? my hair tops the list, the ache in my legs and thighs from all the dancing on sat and running around i did for the bride and my boss who wont give me today off to nurse myself back to health (not been 100% for a week or more now).

Enough of my chatter, how was your weekend blogsville? i have blogxpored a bit today and read some interesting posts, i eagerly await the others.

Nightmare on her Street!

2008-04-03T10:22:00.004+01:00

She met him at work.

She was new and he was friendly. They got talking and found that they'd attended thesame high school albeit a really long time ago! yay! He'd been a year ahead of her, and even though she couldn't really remember having met him, it was okay, at least she now had a friend at the new office.

They became fast friends. She popped in to say hi as soon as she got to work, and he did thesame. Then he asked her one day if she'd like to hang out, she said it was impossible to get away for a whole night but she'd look for a way around it.

She loved dancing and he said he did too.

This fateful day, she'd been able to spin her folks, told some story about having to work overnight at the office...

He took her to his house (he had a really big house), where they rested for a bit, picked up another friend of his and hit the roads ready for a night out. They visited some clubs and finally settled for one. She started dancing and so did he. She had only one drink but he had several... then he started getting touchy, trying to paw her on the dance floor, she shook him off and kept dancing with him and his buddy.

By 3 a.m, the music was getting louder and she was having fun. Then he said they should head home, she was perplexed, she thought they were going to dance all night and drink as many coffees as it took to stay awake at work the next day. He said he needed to rest so he could function at work the next day. She felt a little wary about going to sleep over at his house, but she definitely couldn't head home this late, her aunt would throw a shit fit! besides his house was closer.

So she grudgingly followed him home. He took her to a room on the first floor of the house and left, she breathed a sigh a of relief, grateful that he was gentlemanly enough to give her her own room.

She decided to go straight to sleep without changing, afterall there were only about 3 hours till morning. Then she heard the door open and saw him come back in, she asked him if he'd forgotten something and he shook his head. He said he wanted to spend the night next to her, she tensed at his words but said nothing.

He got into the bed, fortunately it was a big one, and she moved to the farthest end of it. Then he reached out to touch her, she stiffened and told him in no uncertain terms that she wasn't attracted to him that way.

And that was when the horror began...

He got really mad and forced her to face him. Then he told her in a voice she didnt recognize, that he was going to have his way with her whether she consented to it or not. He said he'd always wanted to do this and that how could she have been so stupid not to have noticed?

She was trembling now. Tendrils of fear coming uncurled in her mind, reaching out into every vein in her body... this was her greatest fear coming to pass...

Hoping to reason him out of it, she said they were just friends and that she wasnt ready to take it further than that.

That infuriated him!

He shoved her off the bed with a crazed look in his eyes and asked why they couldn't be more, did she think he wasn't good enough for her? She said she was sorry, that she hadn't implied that. He said it was fine, so long as he had his way.

She was on her period and she told him as much, he shook his head, pinned her down, stripped off her jeans and pulled down her panties. She was crying now, begging him to stop. She felt so humiliated and terrified. Who was this guy? where was the nice, gentle guy who'd befriended her over the weeks?

He was undaunted by her her tears, he kept up a monologue the whole time he was derobing her, telling her how he was going to rape her tonight and how nothing could stop him. He saw her soiled sanitary towel, pulled it out, looked at it and asked himself out loud if he was this wicked, she was hoping in her heart that he would change his mind. But he didnt, he said the blood would only serve as a lubricant. She was horrified!

He stood up to pee and she saw it as an opportunity to flee. Without bothering to dress, she ran towards the stairs, he went after her, caught up with her, slapped her resoundingly across the face. He told her not to bother screaming cuz nobody would hear her and that if she tried running away again, she would regret it.

She whimpered silently while he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and proceeded to run his hands all over her, not the least bit bothered by the blood trickling unto her thighs and the bed.

She started pleading, begging him to stop, telling him to rethink this. This wasnt how she wanted her first time to be. That excited him more! she was a virgin! He leered at her lasciviously and told her she was a fool for staying a virgin, had her boyfriends been gay or plain stupid?

She told him she would place a curse on him if he raped her. That earned her another slap and infuriated him no end, coupled with the fact that he couldn't get it up which he blamed her for. Eventually, he poised himself at her orifice and thrust... but he couldn't get in, she was way too tight and small... He got angry and ordered her to relax!

She couldn't help herself, she started praying out loud, telling God she was sorry and that if he got her out of this mess intact, she was never gonna spin any more tales to her folks, she would never go out with any guy again, she would never go dancing again... She was trembling all over... her heart was beating wildly...

He persisted...

She resisted...

She kept praying, even speaking in tongues she hadnt known she was capable of.

Suddenly he stopped trying... it was no use he said. Then he made her take him in her mouth... both to silence her and to get the release he craved. Her head was mercilessly moved back and forth till he was satisfied...

It was 6 a.m and she had just experienced the worst night of her entire existence. He slept off while she sat huddled in a corner, wishing she could disappear or kill him. She felt the cold start to spread from her insides, she couldnt stop shivering...

He woke up an hour later and saw her dressed, smiled at her, beckoned for her to come over for a hug and asked if she would like to attend a church program with him later in the day ... like nothing happened...

In that instant she knew she had met the first person in her life that she could never forgive...

My camp experience

2008-04-02T17:52:00.002+01:00

i wrote this early last year, which was when i went to camp, so i decided to put it up just for fun. NYSC's over now, but the experience still remains.

Cant wait to read what Hengish(FQ says hengish's in camp) has to say ... or is it write?

NYSC camp in the desert : Mar 31, 2007

i just got out of the glorified prison called nysc orientation camp. i call it prison cuz we had more in common with prisoners than we had with graduates.we had uniforms, horrible food, hideous accomodation and hard labour!

the only silver lining was that we all had thesame sentence and it didnt exceed three weeks.

i was posted to Jigawa state, pls if u dont know where that is check ur map.the camp site is located in Gumel and one cld stroll from this place to Niger republic.we were practically in the Sahara!the weather was extremely harsh(and we were told that wasn't even the worst weather yet),it was either extremely cold and dry,or extremely hot and dry.

eitherways it was dusty and i've never seen so much sand in my life!

we were 1718 corpers in a village where the entire population was barely 1000. the military officials had fun bullying us:
attention! quick march! slow march! at ease! frog jump! squat! walk like a monkey! catch bananas! roll on the ground! to the guardroom! etc.

but it wasn't all bad, i met a lot of wonderful pple,made quite a load of friends, invested a lot in the mammy market, ate a lot of suya, added some weight(according to my mum anyway) and got to visit the northern part of my country for the first time. i also learnt a few sentences(esp the naughty ones) of the hausa language, which i really like.

now the 3 wks are up,av had enough adventure to last me a year, i need to redeploy to Lagos!

Blog Schmog II

2008-04-01T09:46:00.002+01:00

“Here’s looking at you kid”
- Humphrey Bogart, Casablanca

I have a mutant gene!

There! I said it *sigh*

Can somebody please tell me where to find Professor Xavier?

Okay, here’s why I think I have a mutant gene.

I sleep when …

… I drink coffee

… I drink energy drinks
e.g. last night after working like a dog all day, I got home at about 21hrs, and found a can
of Power Horse in the fridge, so I decided to put my mutant gene to the test. The Can reads “for sportsmen, lovers (hm.. *lascivious look*)” blah, blah, gives high energy (or whatever), in short, it should rattle one’s nerves enough to keep one awake and highly strung!

So I pop the can and guzzle down the foul tasting liquid, expecting to be awake all night. I slot in my “Ugly Betty” dvd and proceed to watch, THEN I start dozing! I wake up and check the time, 6am! Even now as I type these words, I still feel like curling up and sleeping.

I sleep fitfully when …

… I take sleeping pills
I once had a nasty bout of cold for which a concerned aunty gave me a couple of Tylenol PM pills AND Lexotan (both of them known to knock her out as though dead when she’s having issues). So, I take these pills and turned in for the night... and kept turning and tossing through the entire night! I was up by 3am!

Last week, I had another awful head cold which I really needed to get rid of because of all the events I had lined up for the weekend (which I’ll blog about layta). So I bought Actifed, the strongest one I could find, and everyone warned me not to take it until night because it would make a zombie of me. I complied and only took this miracle pill after 6hrs of dancing and organizing at our TGIF and… u guessed right. I slept a 12 midnight and woke up at 4am! After warning everyone in my household not to bug me till Clean Up aka “environmental” was over.

A concerned guy suggested a good bout of sex (of course he was volunteering to help me! Mr. nice guy that he is *rolling my eyes*), now I am afraid to try that out, I’m sure y’all understand why! *biting my nails now*

Can somebody tell me why I shouldn’t seek out the X-men? Maybe the dysfunctional reaction to sleep enhancers could be considered a special power *silly grin*

as per the Humphrey Bogart quote? irrelevant!

Whatever!

2008-03-20T19:56:00.002+01:00

Yea

I'm feeling so "whateverish" today! It's just been that knid of day when u get to work and dont feel like saying good morning to anybody. In short, it's a bitch of a day!

Infact, the most productive thing i've done today is listen to music and read blogs (Hengish's blog cheered me up a little, which is why i pepped up enuf to bitch about my day)

I'm just MAD at everyone especially my boss and my office boyfriends.

My boss because he couldnt even clue in to my "please-just-leave-me-alone" attitude, and proceeded to remind me of every little chore i forgot and every teensy detail i overlooked in an "i-dont-care-if-u'v-got-pms-or-a-heartbreak" way! All that after I asked him for one of his weekly cakes ( we've got this weekly supply of the most heavenly cakes, and if u dont book ahead , u myt have to beg) and he said no (he had 6!).

My office boyfriends because they chose today of all days to flirt with other girls in the office, in my very before! I just glared at everyone like the grim reaper and snapped my fingers at them in my mind. (wetin be my own sef, shebi me too am just perching ehn? what do i expect their real life girlfriends to do if she sees them hugging me and treating me like the one? )

Dont mind me, i'm just in the mood to berate everyone and everything! starting from the okada riders, to the securitymen at work, to the office assistants, to my boss, to the MD, to the president of Nigeria. everything is everybody's fault jare. Why am i even working?(apart from the fact that i get paid and get to browse for free, God forbid that i go to a cybercafe!)

My boss just called me again! to call my attention to YET another overlooked detail! ki lode? this man leave me alone jare, na by force?

I need a SHRINK and a neurologist!

I am beginning to suspect that i might be schizophrenic. Seriously! sumtyms i'm so sweet that even i am irritated by the saccharinnness of it. Then I'm JekyllandHydeishly snappish... scaring away even my office boyfees who think i dont flatulate(if only they knew that i grew up in a household where fart marathons were the order of the day)

Ehen, someone else I want to blame for my bad mood is the canteen woman, the food wasnt it at all. She was just lucky that she didnt gimme her nasty attitude today, I was ready for her! Since I couldnt vent at my boss (hey, u cant blame me, i still need a place to browse for free). Fortunately for her, she was unxteristically docile. Maybe she could sense my mood miles off.

It's 20:30pm and i'm still at work! I just dont feel like upping and going home... what sort of nonsense day is this sef, ehn?

Oya I have to go, b4 i get disowned for getting home late... yes o!21hrs is considered late where i live, can u imagine that? at 24! no wonder I'm probably schizophrenic (all that bottled up wildness that my family wont allow me give expression to has to be going somewhere right?)

My boss finally gave me one of the cakes (since morin), i'm sure he gave me out of fear because i was just giving him "bad eye" all day. I've glared so much today i can feel my pupils ache! na wa o, it's not even easy to be bad-tempered.

GTG now, maybe my bed will calm me a bit. ooohhhh, i just remembered that my 3yr old cousin will be sleeping with me today, and the boy sleeps like Kilik in Soul Calibur! he just kicks and hits and slaps and ... if the boy tries me today ehn, hmm.

G'nyt blogsville and here's wishing u a really happy easter (it's not coming from my heart o, cuz am still feeling bitchy, but for courtesy's sake sha).

Because Mama said so!

2008-03-18T15:44:00.002+01:00

It was my older brother's wedding on saturday, so as it always is, our house was teeming with relatives (past and present), and as it always is with relatives, you get to hear stories of yourself dating as far back as how you were conceived and born a day before your parents' wedding and so on (that actually happened to my cousin).

So my godmother came around and somehow, yours truly became the topic of discussion. Suffice it to say that I found out things about me that both pleased and unnerved me! the conversation went as below:

Mum: Didi, did u know that aunty Oyibo(my godmum is so light-skinned,that anyone lighter than she is would actually be an albino!) delivered you?
Godmum: yes o, and now she's a young woman eh? "omode o n pe dagba" (meaning children grow really fast)
Dad: please tell her about that "manger" in which she was born, this one who speaks english like a parrot with hot yam in its mouth!

At this point, a part of me was of course itching to get out of there, while another part was eager to hear the rest of this maudlin conversation (maybe the part where i hear how cute i was as a baby etc), of course it took them forever to get to that interesting part!

Mum: really Didi, that maternity center was horrible! u dont even have a birth certificate! (now am fuming) unlike your brothers who were born in teaching hospitals.
Godmum: remember how she came out with her eyes wide open? we were all shocked and wondering what kind of child she was!

I was standing right there and they were talking about me in the 3rd person! great!

Mum: yes o! and she immediately stuck her thumb in her mouth like someone who'd been on a dry fast...ha ha ha
Godmum: I had to intubate you (at least they are addressing me now) to clean out your innards so you could start eating. You were all blotchy and covered in your own amniotic sack (yea,like that's my fault), so i had to clean u up (did i mention that both my mum and godmum are nurses?, well they are)...
Mum: "o wa fine" meaning "you then looked beautiful" (see why i called it maudlin, i got teary here), everybody said you were a fine baby and that u'll be really sharp because in those days babies didnt open their eyes until two days or more later (I felt like a superhuman at this point, too much!)
Dad: I remember how she called me "addy" when she started talkin(awww,really mushy stuff)

Then i was making fun of one of my baby cousins who isnt walking at 1yr plus, and my mum said, "look who's talking!you didnt start walking until a week after your 1st birthday"
yeeee, everybody started laffing!

why do parents do that? just totally burst your bubble when you are feeling really cool wiv yourself? it's like a special talent they all possess.

I also heard about how much of a terror I was, how I would beat other kids who were brought to play with me, I was a little Chun li (cute and deadly!). That gave me some satisfaction (believe me it did) because as far back as I can remember, I have never been involved in a fight, I cant fight to save my life! I am the mouthy type, who insults and then runs away.

Anyway, the reminiscing was endless and I doubt that y'all want to hear how my mum loved to carry me around cuz I was Oh so cute and chubby... and how i cut my first tooth bla bla...

So, that'll be all for today peeps... am still cute 'n' deadly by the way, just in case u were wondering...lol

Because

2008-03-17T12:40:00.000+01:00

Decisions contd

2008-03-12T16:15:00.003+01:00

Decisions!!!

the very thot of them makes me shiver! what would that phobia be called?

questions like: have u decided yet?
what exactly do you want to do with your life?(live it?!)
where do you see yourself in the next five years? (rich duh!)
have u made up ur mind?
what's it going to be?
even to the really almost unimportant:
what would you like to eat?
which dress would you like to wear?
red or blue?
short or long?
big or small?
i just always have issues with making up my mind!

Now, i totally admire those people- especially ladies like me- who seem to know exactly what they want, to the last T! I look at them and think, why cant i be like that?
One thing though that I like to tell people when they ask me what i want and i'm spinning inside, totally confused, is that "at least i know what i dont want".

which is actually true and useful in cases where there are two options, but where the options abound and almost all of them have an element or two i like? i become Alice in wonderland!

I cant even tell my favorite color, because i have more than several favorites!

Am i weird or am i weird?

HELP!!!!!!!!

Decisions = Incisions

2008-03-12T12:19:00.002+01:00

hey good people of blogsville,
please lemme know if there is any other person who has thesame issues i have with making decisions. I really need to know because it's becoming a thorn in my otherwise rosy life, and i fear it's peculiar to me alone ("there is no greater fear than the fear of believing a particular problem is peculiar to one alone! same as there is no greater hype than the hype of believing that a particular great thing is peculiar to one alone" my quote).

the
long and
short of this
narrative is that
i hate making decisions!
it's a procedure that i really co-
nsider painful as having incisions cut
into the most sensitive part of my delicate
skin! recently, i had to decide which department
i'd like to work with at the agency (mind you, i was very
lucky to even have the option of choosing, and i almost blew it).
This might sound immodest but it's true, I am one of those people who
are actually good at many things and have nary a one best talent or favorite
thing! so, when i was given the options of working in either the creative
dept(wrote the test and passed), or working in the client service
dept,or the HR dept, i totally went into numb mode! it is
such a major decision because i just completed d
youth service program, so whatever i dec-
on will most likely be a career path
for life! i got so worried about
making this life altering
decision(u can laff
all u want but
i'm dead
s
e
r
i
o
u
s
!
anyway, I finally settled for HR and believe me , it's not because i got some powerful revelation during the night or sth. I settled for it because i served in that dept and thank God for the overflogged cliche "the devil you know..."

Oh wait! something just came up that'll probably change my career path yet again! and this time for the better, wow, i'll blog about it layta peeps... i just had a sort of interview/meeting with the GMD and it really sounds good to me...

Blog, Schmog

2008-03-11T16:05:00.000+01:00

Hope u are wondering WTF is she on about?

cuz am wondering tooo...lol. those words just sound right for a title.

I just replied one of Ibiluv's blogs where she expressed her likeness to and for Beyonce, and in my reply , i clearly displayed my beef. yea, Beyonce is hot and she knows it, which is really alright by me, but there is just this "destructive achiever" vibe i get from her that doesnt go down well with my bolus of eba! and for want of sth less bitchy, i'll say Beyonce thinks she "pisses eau de cologne and shits Ferrero Rocher chocolates"! vindictive much? u ask, maybe... but i dont feel that way about Halle Berry (who is absosugarlutely gorgeous) or Julia Roberts, or Salma Hayek (who's totally sultry), or even Jlo! to mention a few.

anyway,that is all beside the point...

why
is it that
before i come
online, i have terrific
ideas in my head to blog
about, but as soon as i get here,
they all fizzle out of my now-suspiciously
porous brain! i have always regarded meself,
and so do some other pple, as possessing a fantastic
memory! i even like to think that were I a memory card
or jump drive (as a friend of mine calls it), I would have limitless
gigabytes or "hegabytes", "jezabytes" or whatchumacallitsbytes! but
here I am, so totally vapor headed, i'm ...vapor headed! cant even think of
an adjective. Whatevs sha, i remember saying that i'll write about an eventful
day at work. I work in HR/Admin in my agency, which means that i get to sit in for
the frontdesk chic when she's under the weather (which isnt often, God be thanked!).
So this fateful day (the day before i said i'll write about this eventually), i get to work, settle
in and my boss tells me " u'll be sitting at the front desk today", i groan and roll my eyes and tried, oh how i tried, to weasle my way out of it, but my boss said i had to with that look on
his face that he gets when he's really pissed at me when i try to pull girly stunts on him
( i swear the man is totally immune to EVERY girly charm possible!). So i pack my
stuff and slink off with my tail btw my legs to the freaking front desk, the whole
time cursing all the greek gods of ill health who caused this to happen. Little
did i know that i was in for a worse fate! i hadnt even put down my stuff
when someone calls and i go " hi frontdesk" and the person says
"where is Lat?" that's the frontdesk girl, and i reply bitchily
"she says she's ill", and the person goes, ok, call 000000
for me, thanx. I'm about to do that, when the next call
comes in, thesame dialogue ensues and as if i didnt
have to act like an octopus already, a guy walks
in, totally cocky and obnoxiously asks me
for my boss, i had no choice but to smile
and say good morning and politely
tell him "he is in meeting", while
on the inside i'm hitting him
over the head with the
phone box! vicious
eh? ooohhhhh
GTG, my boss....

Of movies, novels and fragrances

2008-03-10T17:03:00.000+01:00

Wacked title right?

i know... it's just that i have been so busy all day today that i cant even write what i actually planned to write.

My title came from the fact that i spent the whole weekend watching movies and reading a novel (the funny Irish sort) and i actually enjoyed meself.
the movies yea? August Rush and (dont laff at me now) Shrek 3, i know Shrek 3's been out for like ever, and i am rather behind (that's what my friend and colleague at work Zamakus said when i told her excitedly about my weekend! she totally flooded my parade, the silly girl!)
So i just saw after a long time, so what? maybe if i'd seen it earlier, i wouldnt have enjoyed it as much...duh!

The fragrances? hmmm... I just came in contact with SJP's Covet and am totally madly in love, it's like a cross btw Lancome's Miracle and Tresor, spicy, exotic and madly sexy! then I came in contact with Versace Woman today, a guy at work smelt it on me and just made me feel like a superwoman because he was so into it...

GTG now peeps, will continue tomorrow hope fooly ...

A CASE OF THE SHITS!

2008-03-07T14:21:00.000+01:00

can you imagine what it feels like to wake up in the wee hours, say 3am, with a blacksmith at work somewhere in my frontal lobe, to a hot, dark room (which means somewhere during the nyt the lights went out and my fan stopped blowing its almost-hot air!) with a bad case of the shits! only to get to the loo and find that water's stopped running as well! talk about Murphy's law (which by the way in nigerianese would be "things fall apart" or maybe Chinua Achebe's law)!! I was instantly wary of what sorta day today would turn out to be, cuz I mean it's not even morning yet and all these have come up... Scheisse!

I stayed awake till 5ish thinking of the different things i'll like to blog about... and i really cldnt come up with anything be'er than this.

OMG! this is my first real blog and am talking all crass and having a rage black-out! Sorry peeps, at least if only for today I should be all ladylike and sophisticated u know, form a little. I know they say xter is like smoke and the thin veneer of "toucheness" would eventually fade off, still it shouldnt stop me from making an effort abi?

Anyway, it's bordering on 3pm and i have succeeded in not permitting Murphy to control my day. The blacksmith's gone on break after two paracetamol soldiers charged it with trespassing and flooded his workstation with lot of water (all that took place in my head?!), I still have a minor case of the shits but it hasnt deterred me from having a nice lunch, all consequences be damned plus there is no such thing as heat at work, infact i've had to switch off the AC at least twice today. So there Murphy, i think ur law's wacked.

Work's been great so far today, nothing eventful's happened. yesterday was something else though, i'll write all about that layta.

E tutto per oggi (in english, that's all for today)
stay tuned, who knows? i might get inspired to write something really interesting...lol

Everything!

2007-11-16T16:16:00.000+01:00

hi all!
i am really new at this so i'm hoping to cut my teeth real soon and not make a mess of it too...lol!
to the already existing bloggers in the house, i doff my hat! and to neophytes like me i say "hey, nice to know am not alone!"
i titled this "everything" because my blogspot is going to be about any- and everything i can think about...
stuff that happen to me, stuff that inspire me, stuff that messed me up etc.
my name is Adeola and my blogname's Smaragd (which is actually german for emerald and which also happens to be my birthstone).
i must confess i really dont know how this works... so HELP!!!!!!!!