nope, im not paranoid....at least i dont think so....
another thing i absolutely hate doing is eating in public....why do i hate eating in public....it's very simple...everytime i do, i feel eyes poring over my food and thinking.....oh my GOD! why wont she be fat? look at what she is consuming......
anyway, i went to eat recently at a fastfood restaurant....i initially wanted a burger but when i got there i decided on eating real food. after placing my order, i tried to get a seat, i usually like seating in a corner so that i dont have an audience during my gross "consumption of fat" but being typical rush hour on the island....the joint was full...there were only seats by the window, this is bad for me cos not just the people inside get to watch you, but the people outside as well....anyway, i got there and started to eat.......after a while, i noticed the prickles going down my spine........i knew someone was watching me eat, i looked up and caught him....there! right across the room there was this light guy staring at me....im absolutely not attracted to light guys, really, trully so i did not have a problem but this one kept staring so i started a monologue with myself
girl have you got oil on your mouth?
have you stained your shirt yet?
are you chewing with your mouth open?
what?
it's not cause he thinks you are cute because watching you eat is absolutely not cute....
he was still staring......
i was beginning to get scared
baby do you know this guy?
maybe you do
this guy could not be attracted to you, you only attract guys 38 and older...believe me, i do....
anyway at this point he had finished his meal and had begun to walk towards me....i decided to paste a smile on my face just in case i knew him.......he walked right past me!
mehn, he wasn't 38 or older....lol
nope, im not paranoid......
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
riding the bus!
im not a typical buttey, im not a buttey at all. i hate riding the bus anyway. i trully do. for someone who has been riding a bus for years and years, i still hate it. even with the horror stories you hear about "bussing". some people get carried away to destinations they never envisioned before and get beheaded......oh bother
anyway, why do i hate the bus?
should i start with the press of bodies?
i hate feeling like im in an enclosed space....is that claustrophbia or something? i dunno. im not really comfortable with touching others or being touched. now in a bus, you ain't got no choice. there's a press of bodies left, right and centre. i totally hate that and as per not being a buttey now, i aint got no choice.
bussing for me can be a funny experience especially with conductors. they can be so much fun!
with thier dirty mouths that need washing out with soap as they insult anyone who dares to ask for change or make a comment about thier transportation vehicle. i am always so amused as i see a driver or conductor getting thier groove on with a passenger who argues the cost of transportation or something.
lets look at this sketch for instance.............
conductor:yaba, yaba, yaba, enter with your 80 naira change o, if u no get change your money na 100 naira.
my mind: please nobody challenge him unless u need trouble.
unfortunate passenger: wetin u mean? if i no get change nko?
nutty conductor: i don talk am o...u no get change ur money na 100 naira, if u no like am , make u come down o...
passenger: we go see!
after we have all paid....the conductor deliberately leaves out the change of he/she that had the guts to contradict him.....
passenger: conductor where my change?
conductor: begins to whistle....
passenger: conductor.....
conductor: silence
passenger: conductor, abi u no hear?
conductor: a look of utter denseness....(if that's a word)
passenger:conductor......
conductor: (ready for trouble)....passenger
passenger:conductor
conductor:passenger
passenger: my change?
conductor: i don talk before abi u no hear? infact i no get change....
passenger: u no get change abi? wetin u wan make i do?....yada yada yada....until others intervene, all the while the conductor has been "catching trips" like they call it.
i remember one of my hair raising experiences with a conductor. it was quite recent sef. i don't ever talk to conductors because i know better. well, this stupid day, i was on my way to ikeja from the island and the conductor said the bus was 120 naira....now that was not the first time a lot of us on that bus were going that way and a lot of us knew that the bus was a 100 naira. i kept quiet because i was reading a book. other people in the bus were not that quiet sha. they got mad......
the guy probably had a bad day cos he shouted them down.....get down if u can't pay!
we all paid and there was a little issue of change. some young guy with an accent politely told him he couldnt accept old notes cos of the new rules....
this got the guy going again....he left with his tail blazing hot!!
i didnt have any idea how angry he was until i saw him charging to my window....he was in fine form and he was shouting...pissed off by the others in my bus...i dont know what got into me...trully i don't..i hate it when people can't keep thier cool...it pisses me off...so i shut the window...right in his face...i didnt want to be disturbed in my book reading...
GBOAH....now that was a loud sound...the sound of the window under the power of his fist...the guy was punching the window....right beside my face...i had had enough!
hey!...that was me sticking my face from an open window...what the hell is your poblem?
he was screaming now....in yoruba for the life of me i could not understand him....so i shut the window again....he started to punch again.........
hey, can't you control your temper?
sister was on a roll...........
he fired me back with come down here and let us see.............
see what? u think i want you to take off my face with those fists of yours?
i ain't that stupid...yet.
at this time everyone else in the bus had started to shout....
i had lost my temper............did i talk to you? did you hear my voice? what is your problem?
he was shouting at me like i was a kid....i'll beat you up!
go and beat your kids at home.....drunkard...do i look like your daughter?
small girl come down let me beat you up.........in a bulls eye mister.....all i need is a phone call and you'll sleep in jail...at this time i was thinking of who i'll call with righteous indignation......at this time the whole bus park was filled with sectators.......old guy speaking yoruba and lil girl politely insulting him in english..........scallywag.....frustration ain't a nice way to wake up....if you are frustrated go shoot yourself!
hehe....that day was fun cos i was an innocent bystander with a bad attitude......i don't talk much cos i know about my acrid mouth!
at the end of the day the whole bus was in an uproar....some guy in the bus decided people were being rude to the old man and i politely asked him how else id have told the old drunk not to take my face off....he then said he wasn't reffering to me but to another person....now the "person" to whom he reffered was old enough to be his mother...she felt insulted and we were at it again....bussing can be fun!
my worst bus experience was recently. i was ill and had to take a bus home....unfortunately i slept off only to be rudely awoken by a hand on my breast!
some old guy who was sitting beside me and he had been systematically getting high....forgive me...airee by "feeling" my breast. i was so upset, i could almost cry.
when i woke up, he was shocked but not enough for me....i slapped at his hand but i trully wanted to beat him up....these are parts of my body we refer to as "private" and here a member of the public is taking liberties........when it's not a public offer?
all i could manage was a sweet smile and a "the next time you do that God would strike you down dead". that was all i said and that was because i took a minute before i spoke.....i almost cursed him...trully i so wanted to....so you see my bussing fear is grounded on some plain facts!
anyway, why do i hate the bus?
should i start with the press of bodies?
i hate feeling like im in an enclosed space....is that claustrophbia or something? i dunno. im not really comfortable with touching others or being touched. now in a bus, you ain't got no choice. there's a press of bodies left, right and centre. i totally hate that and as per not being a buttey now, i aint got no choice.
bussing for me can be a funny experience especially with conductors. they can be so much fun!
with thier dirty mouths that need washing out with soap as they insult anyone who dares to ask for change or make a comment about thier transportation vehicle. i am always so amused as i see a driver or conductor getting thier groove on with a passenger who argues the cost of transportation or something.
lets look at this sketch for instance.............
conductor:yaba, yaba, yaba, enter with your 80 naira change o, if u no get change your money na 100 naira.
my mind: please nobody challenge him unless u need trouble.
unfortunate passenger: wetin u mean? if i no get change nko?
nutty conductor: i don talk am o...u no get change ur money na 100 naira, if u no like am , make u come down o...
passenger: we go see!
after we have all paid....the conductor deliberately leaves out the change of he/she that had the guts to contradict him.....
passenger: conductor where my change?
conductor: begins to whistle....
passenger: conductor.....
conductor: silence
passenger: conductor, abi u no hear?
conductor: a look of utter denseness....(if that's a word)
passenger:conductor......
conductor: (ready for trouble)....passenger
passenger:conductor
conductor:passenger
passenger: my change?
conductor: i don talk before abi u no hear? infact i no get change....
passenger: u no get change abi? wetin u wan make i do?....yada yada yada....until others intervene, all the while the conductor has been "catching trips" like they call it.
i remember one of my hair raising experiences with a conductor. it was quite recent sef. i don't ever talk to conductors because i know better. well, this stupid day, i was on my way to ikeja from the island and the conductor said the bus was 120 naira....now that was not the first time a lot of us on that bus were going that way and a lot of us knew that the bus was a 100 naira. i kept quiet because i was reading a book. other people in the bus were not that quiet sha. they got mad......
the guy probably had a bad day cos he shouted them down.....get down if u can't pay!
we all paid and there was a little issue of change. some young guy with an accent politely told him he couldnt accept old notes cos of the new rules....
this got the guy going again....he left with his tail blazing hot!!
i didnt have any idea how angry he was until i saw him charging to my window....he was in fine form and he was shouting...pissed off by the others in my bus...i dont know what got into me...trully i don't..i hate it when people can't keep thier cool...it pisses me off...so i shut the window...right in his face...i didnt want to be disturbed in my book reading...
GBOAH....now that was a loud sound...the sound of the window under the power of his fist...the guy was punching the window....right beside my face...i had had enough!
hey!...that was me sticking my face from an open window...what the hell is your poblem?
he was screaming now....in yoruba for the life of me i could not understand him....so i shut the window again....he started to punch again.........
hey, can't you control your temper?
sister was on a roll...........
he fired me back with come down here and let us see.............
see what? u think i want you to take off my face with those fists of yours?
i ain't that stupid...yet.
at this time everyone else in the bus had started to shout....
i had lost my temper............did i talk to you? did you hear my voice? what is your problem?
he was shouting at me like i was a kid....i'll beat you up!
go and beat your kids at home.....drunkard...do i look like your daughter?
small girl come down let me beat you up.........in a bulls eye mister.....all i need is a phone call and you'll sleep in jail...at this time i was thinking of who i'll call with righteous indignation......at this time the whole bus park was filled with sectators.......old guy speaking yoruba and lil girl politely insulting him in english..........scallywag.....frustration ain't a nice way to wake up....if you are frustrated go shoot yourself!
hehe....that day was fun cos i was an innocent bystander with a bad attitude......i don't talk much cos i know about my acrid mouth!
at the end of the day the whole bus was in an uproar....some guy in the bus decided people were being rude to the old man and i politely asked him how else id have told the old drunk not to take my face off....he then said he wasn't reffering to me but to another person....now the "person" to whom he reffered was old enough to be his mother...she felt insulted and we were at it again....bussing can be fun!
my worst bus experience was recently. i was ill and had to take a bus home....unfortunately i slept off only to be rudely awoken by a hand on my breast!
some old guy who was sitting beside me and he had been systematically getting high....forgive me...airee by "feeling" my breast. i was so upset, i could almost cry.
when i woke up, he was shocked but not enough for me....i slapped at his hand but i trully wanted to beat him up....these are parts of my body we refer to as "private" and here a member of the public is taking liberties........when it's not a public offer?
all i could manage was a sweet smile and a "the next time you do that God would strike you down dead". that was all i said and that was because i took a minute before i spoke.....i almost cursed him...trully i so wanted to....so you see my bussing fear is grounded on some plain facts!
Friday, May 25, 2007
i am ashamed!
yep, been reading my posts on ma stupidity with ma ex and im hitting ma head against the wall. okay, where was i? the lil piece of work that wanted him in the agency.....she passed....all she got from him was a night of "quarving"....who cares?
then there was....hmmm, i forget....okay there were a lot of girlies....some of them were my friends, some weren't. the problem was that he didnt realise he was hurting me....i mean why would you hurt me and then gist me about it? im your best friend....yada yada yada....i love that phrase....
anyway, i had enough after a while the cup ran over......i did a whole week without seeing him or hearing from him and i decided that we were through. why would i be your girl and i dont get a call, dont see you and you are not six feet under?
on the last day of my exams after i had written them and waited for that call i decided to send him a text....in my usual manner i asked if he had been involved in an accident, broken all his bones or was just simply dead.....oh, he called me then....but it was too late.
i didn't want him anymore.......and i told him that much.
he was hurt and then stupefied and then angry, those emotions came in quick succesion ...lol
after a while he got nasty and i just ignored him. having the mind that i had passed a message across i started to ignore him.
i was so angry....that was when i realised that i had never forgiven him for (tecnically) cheating....or untechnically....i dont care.....before if i wanted to talk about the way he hurt me i could never put it in humourous terms, now it seems so funny...i dont know what to say.....
anyway, we broke up technically...lol
then comes the phone call from his close friend that he was trying to commit suicide....i had always known this guy was dysfunctional but this took the cake......i carried my soft, touched and depressed self to tell him i love him and he shouldn't do anything stupid....
yep, we got back together...to the chagrin of my friends.....lol
i still remember R's voice as i was being scolded....you are confused! you don't know know wat u want.....A continued....yada yada yada, on and on we went...i cried, we shouted, we disturbed the whole hall, we had to close the door....it was crappy..but i didn't want anyone dying on ma neck....would have been ugly....
we got back but it wasn't the same....i never told him and i agree i should have....but i didnt feel the same anymore...i had been dodging those ever blazing kisses that used to cloud my senses....so i could think straight.....with no fog, i could see clearrrrrrrly, it wasnt working......
how would i break it to him?
he helped me along o, trust him, he couldn't stay still for long............
at A's bday parry, we had all been lazing around when he arrived.....he didn't sit up to 5 minutes when he decided to walk some chick who according to him he was meeting for the first time and who according to her....hmmm, well she claimed they had met before.......
walking took my boyfriendbestfriend almost an hour......that was the last straw!!!!
before he came back all my friends had noticed that he was gone and they had all known who he left with...je ko make sense.....an hour!!!!!
i was seeing red by the time he got back....all my friends hammered him with indignation when he came back....all i did was ignore him.....
he came to me begging ang i asked him to excuse me....im talking to someone.....isho number one!
he got mad...imagine that......what the""££$$@ is this? what the "££"""!£"£$^%^&**&(_) and more and more profanities, i walked away leaving the celebrant to handle him.......
didn't think she did that well sha...cos he seemed to be getting away with his acting...lol
she was actually scared......
when i had had enough i came outside to shut him up......at the end of the day, he begged...i forgave only because the next day was his bday......cant hurt a guy like dat now....
but we were through, i had had enuffffff! i was tired............
that night i spoke with my girlfriends at the slumber party we had and we were all in agreement....he had to go!!
but that night, he called at midnight and did the sweetest thing...he prayed for all 3 of us....we had been hating on him and he prayed and said such sweet things about our friendship and me most expecially......ma friends were having a change of heart but in my heart i was just sad......i wish u were different honey, we'd have gone so far together............
about a week later i broke it off...........i didnt mean to,it just happened....he was watching me wash the plates in my momma's kitchen and the question came up.....what's happening to us?
i didn't want to lie so i gave it to him....the truth
i talked about how my self esteem had been battered all through dating him and seeing him flirt with slimmer girls............i told him i had the problem cos i couldnt seem to forgive..........and i told him goodbye..........he was shocked.....i didnt let him talk....he left my house with these words...i am sorry if i lowered your sense of self worth and if dating me was painful, im sorry but girl,u added value to my life.....with that he ran from my house...i mean ran!
i thought that was easy, cried just a few tears and forgot about it for the rest of the day......
the next day in church, broda comes and sits in anticipation to complicate my life.....leave me the hell alone....i wanted to scream....i am weak....leave me alone!!!!
but i was surprisingly calm............we talked and i was assertive, he cried, we hugged, we cried some more.......it was over....i wasn't budging.....i didnt want to be feeding on the same ol' shit i'd been getting...i deserved better....even if he wsn't a TDH, as far as he could love me and only me....i just didnt want to share anymore......i almost....almost bent....nobody knows how close i was to bending...it took all my inner strenght to walk away...........i asked for a final hug....and he hummed a song that made a lot of sense
he works hard to give her what he thinks she wants....
she's upset cos nothing's for her heart......
yada yada yada (sniffle sniffle)
buy me a rose...call me from work
open the door for me..
what would it hurt?
show me you love me by the look in your eyes....
these are the lil things i need the most in my life....
he finally got the picture....a couple of days late......bawl bawl bawl.....
i hd to struggle out of the hug....i didnt see him walk away...i was crying too hard.....
now everybody.....his friend has called me that he's missing.......a ploy to get me back?
mehn, i don't know.............viva!
then there was....hmmm, i forget....okay there were a lot of girlies....some of them were my friends, some weren't. the problem was that he didnt realise he was hurting me....i mean why would you hurt me and then gist me about it? im your best friend....yada yada yada....i love that phrase....
anyway, i had enough after a while the cup ran over......i did a whole week without seeing him or hearing from him and i decided that we were through. why would i be your girl and i dont get a call, dont see you and you are not six feet under?
on the last day of my exams after i had written them and waited for that call i decided to send him a text....in my usual manner i asked if he had been involved in an accident, broken all his bones or was just simply dead.....oh, he called me then....but it was too late.
i didn't want him anymore.......and i told him that much.
he was hurt and then stupefied and then angry, those emotions came in quick succesion ...lol
after a while he got nasty and i just ignored him. having the mind that i had passed a message across i started to ignore him.
i was so angry....that was when i realised that i had never forgiven him for (tecnically) cheating....or untechnically....i dont care.....before if i wanted to talk about the way he hurt me i could never put it in humourous terms, now it seems so funny...i dont know what to say.....
anyway, we broke up technically...lol
then comes the phone call from his close friend that he was trying to commit suicide....i had always known this guy was dysfunctional but this took the cake......i carried my soft, touched and depressed self to tell him i love him and he shouldn't do anything stupid....
yep, we got back together...to the chagrin of my friends.....lol
i still remember R's voice as i was being scolded....you are confused! you don't know know wat u want.....A continued....yada yada yada, on and on we went...i cried, we shouted, we disturbed the whole hall, we had to close the door....it was crappy..but i didn't want anyone dying on ma neck....would have been ugly....
we got back but it wasn't the same....i never told him and i agree i should have....but i didnt feel the same anymore...i had been dodging those ever blazing kisses that used to cloud my senses....so i could think straight.....with no fog, i could see clearrrrrrrly, it wasnt working......
how would i break it to him?
he helped me along o, trust him, he couldn't stay still for long............
at A's bday parry, we had all been lazing around when he arrived.....he didn't sit up to 5 minutes when he decided to walk some chick who according to him he was meeting for the first time and who according to her....hmmm, well she claimed they had met before.......
walking took my boyfriendbestfriend almost an hour......that was the last straw!!!!
before he came back all my friends had noticed that he was gone and they had all known who he left with...je ko make sense.....an hour!!!!!
i was seeing red by the time he got back....all my friends hammered him with indignation when he came back....all i did was ignore him.....
he came to me begging ang i asked him to excuse me....im talking to someone.....isho number one!
he got mad...imagine that......what the""££$$@ is this? what the "££"""!£"£$^%^&**&(_) and more and more profanities, i walked away leaving the celebrant to handle him.......
didn't think she did that well sha...cos he seemed to be getting away with his acting...lol
she was actually scared......
when i had had enough i came outside to shut him up......at the end of the day, he begged...i forgave only because the next day was his bday......cant hurt a guy like dat now....
but we were through, i had had enuffffff! i was tired............
that night i spoke with my girlfriends at the slumber party we had and we were all in agreement....he had to go!!
but that night, he called at midnight and did the sweetest thing...he prayed for all 3 of us....we had been hating on him and he prayed and said such sweet things about our friendship and me most expecially......ma friends were having a change of heart but in my heart i was just sad......i wish u were different honey, we'd have gone so far together............
about a week later i broke it off...........i didnt mean to,it just happened....he was watching me wash the plates in my momma's kitchen and the question came up.....what's happening to us?
i didn't want to lie so i gave it to him....the truth
i talked about how my self esteem had been battered all through dating him and seeing him flirt with slimmer girls............i told him i had the problem cos i couldnt seem to forgive..........and i told him goodbye..........he was shocked.....i didnt let him talk....he left my house with these words...i am sorry if i lowered your sense of self worth and if dating me was painful, im sorry but girl,u added value to my life.....with that he ran from my house...i mean ran!
i thought that was easy, cried just a few tears and forgot about it for the rest of the day......
the next day in church, broda comes and sits in anticipation to complicate my life.....leave me the hell alone....i wanted to scream....i am weak....leave me alone!!!!
but i was surprisingly calm............we talked and i was assertive, he cried, we hugged, we cried some more.......it was over....i wasn't budging.....i didnt want to be feeding on the same ol' shit i'd been getting...i deserved better....even if he wsn't a TDH, as far as he could love me and only me....i just didnt want to share anymore......i almost....almost bent....nobody knows how close i was to bending...it took all my inner strenght to walk away...........i asked for a final hug....and he hummed a song that made a lot of sense
he works hard to give her what he thinks she wants....
she's upset cos nothing's for her heart......
yada yada yada (sniffle sniffle)
buy me a rose...call me from work
open the door for me..
what would it hurt?
show me you love me by the look in your eyes....
these are the lil things i need the most in my life....
he finally got the picture....a couple of days late......bawl bawl bawl.....
i hd to struggle out of the hug....i didnt see him walk away...i was crying too hard.....
now everybody.....his friend has called me that he's missing.......a ploy to get me back?
mehn, i don't know.............viva!
pathetic!
ok, im back with my miserable self telling my miserable story of love and deceit. i remeber the day he had the courage to tell me he kissed her.......and more...i was in so much shock! to make things worse the lil b@#$ was sitting right in front of us in a class we had tried to hide in cos all of a sudden "she was stalking him" i was just depressed! i felt like a fool!
lil fool! i told myself as i got up, lil fool, i repeated under my breath as i started to walk away from him. wait, he made to grab for my hand but i kept on walking.
yep, in my mind i waited for him to come after me, stupid girl, i just wanted him to prove that he loved me, not her.
yes, she was preety
yes she was slimmer,
yes, she ws younger,
but i was all that as well abi?.............apart from the slim part.
he did run after me, only to hear me say its over! im sure y'all are like way to go girl!....wait a minute... that was my pride speaking, trampled into the dirt, i couldn't believe that the vavavoom kisses i thought was great because it was the two of us was and had been shared by some other girl!
i walked a long way that day and he walked right beside me in silence, after a while i couldnt take it anymore "how could you? i broke down and dissolved in my pathetic tears.
hey, i told you because i consider you my best friend......some best friend! this hurts like crazy.....yada yada yada.....
i forgave him after my long speech, he must have been so relieved....after this young lady came another in the modelling agency he used to work for.....i said the guy was a hunk....he could model...yep...what was i doing with him?
anyway this young lady fascinated him so much my ears were full, lolade this lolade that, yada yada yada....here we go again...
it was so bad that one day we had gone to a friends place for a party and she sent him a text that she wanted to see him, i got to hear about it as hononary girlfriend and bestfriend....rolls eyes...he said he wasnt going, what did she mean and a whole lot of crap..but guess who went running to the chicks hostel after dropping me off at home?
right on one..........yourss trully...he was such a sap!
i guess i wouldn't have found out if one of my friends hadn't caught him and urged him to tell me himself....pissed off but didnt say a word....forgive again
then there was my neighbour who he used to flirt with, as far as i was concerned she was some 18 year old babe that no harm could come out of...i had the effontery to be amused about the whole thing...oloshi...i know...then baby girl sends my boyfriend a text that he should please stop greeting her in public cos i was beginning to give her the looks.....woah sister!
i was her school mother! i graduated way before her and she has the mouth to be talking crap!
heee...my life!
oloshi like me!
i didn't blame them, i blamed myself and my weakness for stupididty and stupidifying situations, GOD GO PUNISH HER MOUTH!
case closed, we didnt mention the babe again....so i thought....mehn, he showed me pepper o....a fe mention e pa...maria this, maria that yada yaa yada...ok not that much but i didnt want to hear the lil b@#$# name again, there is only much a black sista can take.
then there was the lil stupid one at the modelling agency again who wanted him so bad she jumped him at the agency one night when they were "working late" that one was for marry.
how many guys do you introduce to your father?
stupid lil thing, come and face what im facing...ode oshi
then there was hmmn,
viva id do this later.
lil fool! i told myself as i got up, lil fool, i repeated under my breath as i started to walk away from him. wait, he made to grab for my hand but i kept on walking.
yep, in my mind i waited for him to come after me, stupid girl, i just wanted him to prove that he loved me, not her.
yes, she was preety
yes she was slimmer,
yes, she ws younger,
but i was all that as well abi?.............apart from the slim part.
he did run after me, only to hear me say its over! im sure y'all are like way to go girl!....wait a minute... that was my pride speaking, trampled into the dirt, i couldn't believe that the vavavoom kisses i thought was great because it was the two of us was and had been shared by some other girl!
i walked a long way that day and he walked right beside me in silence, after a while i couldnt take it anymore "how could you? i broke down and dissolved in my pathetic tears.
hey, i told you because i consider you my best friend......some best friend! this hurts like crazy.....yada yada yada.....
i forgave him after my long speech, he must have been so relieved....after this young lady came another in the modelling agency he used to work for.....i said the guy was a hunk....he could model...yep...what was i doing with him?
anyway this young lady fascinated him so much my ears were full, lolade this lolade that, yada yada yada....here we go again...
it was so bad that one day we had gone to a friends place for a party and she sent him a text that she wanted to see him, i got to hear about it as hononary girlfriend and bestfriend....rolls eyes...he said he wasnt going, what did she mean and a whole lot of crap..but guess who went running to the chicks hostel after dropping me off at home?
right on one..........yourss trully...he was such a sap!
i guess i wouldn't have found out if one of my friends hadn't caught him and urged him to tell me himself....pissed off but didnt say a word....forgive again
then there was my neighbour who he used to flirt with, as far as i was concerned she was some 18 year old babe that no harm could come out of...i had the effontery to be amused about the whole thing...oloshi...i know...then baby girl sends my boyfriend a text that he should please stop greeting her in public cos i was beginning to give her the looks.....woah sister!
i was her school mother! i graduated way before her and she has the mouth to be talking crap!
heee...my life!
oloshi like me!
i didn't blame them, i blamed myself and my weakness for stupididty and stupidifying situations, GOD GO PUNISH HER MOUTH!
case closed, we didnt mention the babe again....so i thought....mehn, he showed me pepper o....a fe mention e pa...maria this, maria that yada yaa yada...ok not that much but i didnt want to hear the lil b@#$# name again, there is only much a black sista can take.
then there was the lil stupid one at the modelling agency again who wanted him so bad she jumped him at the agency one night when they were "working late" that one was for marry.
how many guys do you introduce to your father?
stupid lil thing, come and face what im facing...ode oshi
then there was hmmn,
viva id do this later.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
me,myself and i
introduction to the babe!
interesting lil gal of varied moods and circumstances. i believe i have a mad sense of humuor, accomodating too. i like to write, dont know how good i am at that, love to read, i am SHY! i love God, sincerely with all my heart, im a bit naive, i know, havent experienced a lot of stuff, i really want to go do crazy thiiings like mountain climbing and bungee jumping, and jumping from aeroplanes with nothing but a parachute! my experiences, though not many will be shared here on this page so ill b like a diary of some sort or a journal. the journal of a mad black african babe!
interesting lil gal of varied moods and circumstances. i believe i have a mad sense of humuor, accomodating too. i like to write, dont know how good i am at that, love to read, i am SHY! i love God, sincerely with all my heart, im a bit naive, i know, havent experienced a lot of stuff, i really want to go do crazy thiiings like mountain climbing and bungee jumping, and jumping from aeroplanes with nothing but a parachute! my experiences, though not many will be shared here on this page so ill b like a diary of some sort or a journal. the journal of a mad black african babe!
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