Ok ladies, get this… I just painted my nails a sweet pink and I feel so fly; guys would pay to kiss my nails now… lolz. So I’m in my room all alone and writing this is the only thing that’s not making me feel the lack of power supply. PHCN can really dull a girl’s day!
I’mma tell you a little about my room… it’s a typical student’s room; my walls are painted blue, like a dull blue; you see girls, once in a while, a girl’s gotta have dull days, (like I’m having right now thanks to PHCN!). Sometimes, we just have to sit down to meditate, think and chew a little on the past, present and how it can affect the future. Those are the times you just need to turn your phones off, plug in your I-Pods into those pretty ears, put on some slow rock and just meditate away. Trust me, a girl’s got to lose herself in the soothing dullness sometimes and think about how she’s gonna make it in life so some guy is not going to tell you in the future “I paid your bride price, I own you”. I do it all the time, ok not all the time; but I guess you get the gist already. Release yourself into the blueness sometimes and reflect on everything happening in your life, and what you want to be.
My floor! My floor is the most exciting part … I’ve got a multi-colored carpet covering it. Girls, we all know how exhilarating a life can be when it’s all multi-colored; when you’ve got the lovely cream, the teasing purple, the whoring red (no offence, but red is … whoring!), the mischievous black, the daunting olive-green, the daring orange, and so on. Multi-colored is just my favourite style, you can be lovely today, tease all the innocent boys tomorrow and they would not even be aware of it (not like any boy’s innocent anyways!), the next weekend you could be your dude’s pretty little mistress putting on that hypnotic, sexy blood-red lingerie, and then you can just be a mischief-maker letting everyone wonder why you’re dressed in all-black… it’s not mourning, it’s just you going goth and mysterious; or you could go olive-green, olive drab or do the camou, be THE official girl, yes, MRS. OFFICER! Lolest. You can get daring, “yeah I’m the brightest thang in this room (with your brightest orange shirt or top) and there aint a damn thing no one can do about it.” Did I mention that partying was part of the multi-colored package! It sure is, but easy on the booze, smooch and the flirting; you can make goo-goo eyes at the dudes but that’s where it’s gotta stop, ok?! I mean, we don’t want beer bottles to become baby bottles in a matter of months now, do we? Guess not!
As much as I love the splash-of-colours lifestyle, I’ve still got my ceiling directly above my floor, and it’s painted white! Anyone ever notice that the size of your ceiling is the size of your floor? Yea? If your ceiling’s not covering it, then it’s not your floor (except you’re outdoors though, and wolves could eat your little red riding hood out there). So white! I know everyone’s thinking of holiness and purity and innocence and stuff; and y’all are kinda right. My white days are those days that I just become this totally dumb, shy and innocent girl … I mean those days I don’t even know the meaning of boys, booze or burger. It’s kinda hard to achieve, but those are the days I go to a party or the club and I don’t move an inch form where I’m seated unless it’s time to go home. I don’t dance, talk to anyone, drink or socialise; I just “give myself brain”. It doesn’t mean I’m unhappy or anything, it’s just crawling back into my shell and watching; and I’ve realized that those times, I notice very small things from facial expressions to body language to others’ emotions et cetera. So you girls might wanna try the white period… it leaves everyone wondering what’s going on with you and while they’re wondering, you’re noticing and learning hidden things. Of course, I cannot forget that this is the period that I also try to contact and make a link with my Maker… it’s totally weird, but I try to mind-talk with God and ask Him for a few favours.
Then of course, there’s the corner that I keep my kitchen things. Girls face it, a guy completely is crazy about a girl that knows how to dress, how to please, how to make him laugh and one that knows how to cook! I’m not talking about throwing things together, boiling and dishing it. I’m talking of knowing how to cut in the appropriate sizes, steam, cook and fry trying not to overdo it and dishing properly, almost making the dish too beautiful to eat. It’s a double plus for every girl; God knows I’m trying to get there myself.
There’s the corner I keep my books; school books, jotters, novels, dictionaries and stationeries. A pretty girl with empty head and bad diction just pisses me off. That’s why the men think we’re useless except for bed affairs. A brilliant chick will turn heads any day, anytime and anywhere plus you’ll be so proud of yourself. Self-esteem boost activated!
Also, there’s the TV, DVD Player and Speakers’ position in the room; a girl’s gotta keep in touch. Be aware of what’s going on in your society, watch the news, and don’t forget the movies, it’s cool to know what movies are bursting the blocks!
Finally there’s my make-up and cosmetics rack. Don’t let the cobwebs redecorate your make-up area for you, don’t wait for a friend to tell you that you look boring or drab before you become friends with your hair and face things; don’t overdo it though, heavy make-up lets everyone notice you, and usually not for the best!
At the end of my room description, I know many of you would think my room is in a chaos of colours; but last I heard, colour-riot was in vogue, haterz! I’m about to host some girlfriends, juicy gist coming your way soon.
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