Heart to Heart!

Yesterday, I had a heart to heart with someone who isn't even a friend (yet). Funny thing is I felt like totally light-hearted after the whole pouring-out, ranting and raving session! You should try it sometime...

My BFF used to have a slogan "No Bitchassness". But amongst girlfriends today there is a lot of bitchassness going on... so what happens when some fake ass girlfriend gives you some bitchassness? You f*@king punch her in the face ignore her ass and show her who's the bigger girl! Well... I found out that, that isn't exactly fulfilling; the punching in the face would be better (if you can manage it). *sighs*

But seriously, what's with the bitchassness (my fave word for the week!) between girls that are supposed to be friends; it's not like guys give themselves "Dudeassness" (or something)! So i strengthened and waved my flag higher today... #operationbefriendswithguysmore! Bite me!

So B, you don't need the bitchassness (even though you both have the letter B in common! Lmao!)

Big s/out to my BFF, love ya gurl... none like you!

Day 2!

It’s been 2 days now since ‘they’ have considered that total blackout is the ish! How long will this last, I’m wondering… cos not being able to spend quality time with Agnes is what is pissing me off… oh, umm… Agnes is my dearly beloved, dudu maa du, orekelewa PC, by the way!

Back to the point! 2 days o! PHCN can wicked sha!!! Tsew. I just hope this madness stops today… Or else! I have plans for the nearest PHCN office. Don’t ask me what… I haven’t figured it out yet…

There’s something I wanna talk about… ever notice how some folks come to greet a sick person with the aim of eating or consuming whatever other folks brought for the sick one? I know cos I’m in one of such scenarios now. Hold that thought… I’m not the ‘consumer’ and I’m not the sick; just the observer.

So this woman is all over the place… “What can I eat? What do you have in the house? I want juice? I want jollof rice!” Na wa oo! No be you suppose bring all these things come for person wey sick nii? Na your mate bring peppersoup o. Poor poor sick person had to disturb her maid to get Jollof rice from ‘Iya Luku’ for her and Fanta! The woman reject the Fanta o! Insisted on juice… but no juice for her (in my mind, I was like “Ntoi! Ole!” *evil laughter*). But seriously, it’s not decent! Abi? If I’m in the sick person’s shoes, and you come visiting with the sole aim of eating my food (or Iya Luku’s)… choi! na that hunger go finish you o, cos me I no nice at all!

I’m still warning PHCN sha, cos that plan I have for their nearest office is beginning to materialise in my head, and it includes having red lingerie under a long coat *wink*

(Kai! This woman just asked for fruits ni sha! Ebinna!)

Monday Mornings::

Hello beautiful people! Welcome to another Monday morning… where here in Lagos, it’s all about traffic, traffic, noisy people in the buses and more traffic!

So my friend is telling me about how he hates Monday mornings; Monday mornings – Frantic Mornings! Me, I hate Monday mornings cos they are rude! Yulz ke! Monday mornings are a rude awakening, reminding you that life is not all about the weekends!
Now, who doesn’t love the weekend!

Anyways, we shall all survive (even if it means holding on to a tiny shred of sanity) to see beautiful Thursday again… so we can smell the coming in of the weekend!

Big s/out to Vernalsage!!! Don’t worry, V… you’ve just got about 14 hours for this Monday to be over! *wink wink*

BBlozom mi owon...

Whenever there’s one moment of boredom in church, I run to the back of my sermon notebook and start drawing a butterfly. See below:

Na wa o! I need a psychologist! Why is it that it’s only butterflies that I draw? Anybody got any ideas? And then I sign ‘bblozom’ at the bottom of the drawing… O_o … Abi it’s my alter ego… that must be it! Guys, lemme introduce you to my alter ego (that is yet to surface)…bblozom. Abeg don’t ask me what bblozom means jare. What matters at this point is that I’m tryin to connect with her, so here goes my message to my dearly beloved alter ego:

Dear Bblozom,
Stop hiding inside of me. Please come out and let’s do great things together… let’s stop doodling butterflies on the back of my sermon notebook… Tiny little kisses from the one you’re living inside of!

That should work, right?

My dream W dress!

Today being Saturday, everyone is gone to one wedding or the other… *sighs* Home alone (my sleeping brother does not count as company)… So I was thinking some day, some people would be at my wedding too, yeah? And that would be some really glorious day (or something!)…

Anyways sha, I was thinking of what I’d love to wear for my very own wedding… I don’t like a lot of cloth, and I no sabi waka, so I can’t be stumbling and steppin’ on the long wedding gown every now and then; I go just frustrate (might cancel the wedding outta annoyance with the dress sef!). Lol…

So I started ‘googling’ my dream wedding dress and this is what I came up with:

Perfecto! Init?

Me Vs. Beyonce

3:30 AM

Sleep abandoned this poor princess… so I got my ears pluggt again. Beyonce’s I’d Rather Go Blind, one of the songs she did in ‘Cadillac Records’, is on…

My beef this early morning is with these words of Queen B:

“I would rather, I would rather go blind boy than to see you walk away from me now… So you see I love you so much that I don't wanna watch you leave me baby most of all…”

Why would I wanna go blind instead of watching the guy walk away from me?! Ko joo mehn! I would like to see with my korokoro eyes as the dude is walking away so that if and when (usually WHEN) he tries to come back, I will remember how he turned his back and walked away! With the same willpower that he used to walk away, I will use it to turn him down #shikena!

*yawns* right now tho, I think I’d rather fall asleep…

	Beyoncé - www.Mp4.Ma .:::. Id Rather Go .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

hEaDacHe

Dear dear headache
This is the wrongest day
For you to come and rain
On my colourful parade;

Head is ticking
Like there’s a time-bomb in it
Scalp feels like it gonna peel
And take to its heels;

Please, just stop grabbing my head
Stop being such a pest
Attacking this part that stands on my neck
Don’t make me seek pain-relief, mehn!!!