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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Mental laziness is the worst type of laziness yet because one really can't do much about it.
Just gripe and gripe and gripe and sulk and rail at something or someone for the fact that you just can't seem to get your brain to get off the couch.
Bloody couch potato.
No amount of cussing will help.
Just walk away.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
While trying to get used to the hotel room that will be home for the next 14 nights, I shall iron a shirt, watch AFMAG and count sheep when they fail (coz they will :( )
Oh well...Snack time.
Still on the #30days30Pictures program. I haven't posted since the first one coz my mobile app refused to work...wistful sigh.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
So, I'm at work, on the morning shift (Haven't been on air in about 3 weeks) and I very nearly just id'ed my former station.
Nicely done, mind. Nicely done.
Oh well, I just thought I'd look in :)
Have an awesome day!
Picture: To New Beginnings :)
Monday, June 9, 2014
Hi. I'm Aee and I'm a wreck
I've been away from this space for so long but my mind has been here the whole time. I honestly wish there was an app that could translate my thoughts into a blogpost. Infact, I will put my money behind it fa.
I'd have changed the course of Game of Thrones for sure...and The Wire would never end and Goodluck Jonathan would sack his entire backroom staff...and 80% of his cabinet as well. Mario Balotelli would have signed for Arsenal last week and Bacary Sagna would have stayed back because I'd have made Arsene Wenger, Ivan Gazidis et al give him the contract he wanted. Keshi's 23 man list would've been a little different. Nigeria would be having a Reconciliation Commission thingie going on now and not a silly CONFAB.
If wishes were horses.
Oh well, I've missed this place and I hope I never go back to not writing on here ever again. See, even though I talk for a living, there are things I desperately want to say but can't because I probably will be jobless after saying them. Twitter and I are on some kind of "trial separation" and Facebook doesn't help much...largely because you can't say anything without people patiently waiting on the sidelines to fit you into the "right box".
If your views aren't feminist enough, the feminists will attack, if they're too feminist, the misogynists get their drawers in a twist. If the rabidly religious ones aren't on your case for being "too secular", the atheists are chewing up your bones for being too religious. As if it's not bad enough (Thanks to a new era of acute political awareness) the jaundiced Jonathanians or GEJites and the die-hard Buharists are there with their Pro/Anti APC/PDP boxes. Tiresome stuff, I tell you.
This is just one of the reasons I miss here so much.
Here, I write what I want. When I want. How I want and I shall do more of that going forward.
Life's too short, there's too much in my head and I pledge to burden y'all with a good chunk :D
For now, I'm done.
I promise i'll be back before you notice I'm gone.
Friday, December 27, 2013
When I was 29...it was a very good year
It had ups,
It had downs,
But It went my way...
Kept most of the promises I made to me
Some horrid *gasps*
But it was all me.
When I was 29, it was a very fine year,
I learnt some important
lessons in friendship, love...life
And it was all good.
No. Not one.
Are there things I woulda done
Thanks for being such a sport, 29.
A robust note, I shall write.
It's good to finally meet you.
You and I will make good music together...trust me.
FYI, We're stuck with 22. Don't try to kick her out. You can't. ;-)
Sunday, October 13, 2013
The finality of death.
It hurts like hell, Tosan...It hurts to talk about you in past tense. If tears could bring you back, you'd be here right now showing off one of your designs...I would be critiquing right now and you'd be telling me how you didn't get much sleep.
I remember the first day we met. Sy's birthday party. The definition of a gentleman. I never heard you raise your voice, man. That smile was always on your face...even when you were mad. The day you explained why you preferred to be called "Tosan" instead of "Tosin". I remember laughing so hard.
Taught me everything I know about graphic design...enough to get me out of scrapes. I remember how you gushed about my work and told me I could get good at it.
The days when I'd walk into the boardroom at the office and you would be there 'coz you worked overnight on some design or the other...How we both had those "Don't disturb" SIM Cards and would cover for each other...How you'd say "Calm down" when I was having one of my moments.
Rest in Peace, my dear friend, brother, colleague...you were one of a kind.
Rest in Peace.