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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.
Monday, October 7, 2013
I hate hook ups. Absolutely hate them. Not just because they hardly ever work for me but more because it takes away the excitement of...of what though? I don't know right now but I know I somehow, always have to find a way to shut it down.
See, half the time, folks are trying to set me up with men they think will be "good for me"...really...I won't be mad If y'all are setting me up with the kind of men y'all have seen me with na. Is that too much to ask?
In the last 4 months, 3 people have tried to set me up with someone "fabulous" and trust me, this thing isn't funny.
1. A 40 something year old man who after the first few messages starts to compare me with "Nkem" whom he should have married but was "too blind" to see her worth at the time. Sigh. The things I see. Need I mention that he has "zilchero" sense of humour.
2. Heelarious 40 something year old who about 20 minutes into our first phone conversation asked me what kinda underwear I like and If I shaved clean or...I didn't wait for the rest of the question.
3. Turned out this very hot 30 something year old has a glistening 4th finger band and was just tryna "score". He's lucky we never met.
The crap singletons have to go through. Like being single is now a crime punishable by horrible match making!
Seriously, why can't folks just leave me? I mean, If they are going to find me a man, can you at least get it right? WTH? Mscheeew.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Today's Favourite quote: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ― Augustine of Hippo
Nursing a cup of coffee...It's one of those Monday mornings.
Sokugo - also known as wanderlust - is back.
I just realized that I posted my 92nd post...sigh...Sigh.
Monday, July 22, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Shift done and dusted.
Tucked in for the night but for some weird reason, I can't sleep.
Of course my mind start to wander...I find myself seriously debating with myself:
What does it matter what people think about you?
Well, actually, "What would people say about you?"
If you were to carry out a survey on yourself, what will people say you are?
I guess I should just concern myself with counting goslings...
I should just go to sleep.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
In the last few months, I've had so much to write. So much. So many things that have somehow refused to be written. If I had a body-slam for every time I opened this blog and closed it without updating, I'd probably have a permanent space at Igbobi by now.
It's something I can't wrap my head around.
Having something to say yet not having attendant enthusiasm to follow through with actually saying it.
Sometimes I flip open my notepad and write a few words, hoping to come back and break them into tangible paragraphs...I never get around to.
One would think that a new job with better hours and real ass down times spent in a hotel room without distractions would give me time to actually put pen to paper...or fingers to keyboard :(
There was so much to talk about. So much. The tiny snag is collecting these thoughts...Collecting them is a huge chore.
I just don't find the mental strength mostly because half of the time it is morbidity galore. Can't blame me. There aren't a lot of happy stuff going on in the world today. Kids killing themselves like it's going out of fashion. For instance, Cousin C. (30 Yrs old) died birthing her first child almost 12 weeks ago, I had a lot to say...Cousin O. (33 Yrs old) died exactly 2 weeks after Cousin C's funeral...I had oodles to say...most of them expletives...I also had a lot to write about the Italian girl who killed herself because she was being bullied on Facebook by schoolmates. I cried when Jiah killed herself because she couldn't take the rejection from her boyfriend. I had a lot to say...but all I saw was a BLOCKADE.
The same feeling every time.
However, recently, I read something on writers' block: "There's no such thing as writers' block" *huh??* "The cure to to writers block is to keep writing." How??? I asked. Then it occurred to me that the writer was PROBABLY right. If one gives in to writers' block, one may never write another word again because it never goes away. So, one must trudge on.
One must get one's groove back.
One tried again last night.
I turned on the TV to try relax and the first thing I saw was the Alberta, Canada flood report and I just burst into tears. Reason being that my baby brother lives in Calgary and I immediately tried to reach him and got his voicemail. (I've still not been a able to reach him) I was worried for one long moment then It struck me: "Why worry, when you can pray?"
So I prayed. The good Lord takes care of his own.
Anyway, the news went on with more heartbreaking items:
India floods...hunger, refugee camps etc
Apparently, Good news is no news...Sigh. I was glad when open court came on. I watched some of my tennis heroes past and just when I was gearing up to write something cool, the Le Mans - Allan Simonsen tragedy popped on the screen.
I gave up.
The universe isn't done with me just yet.
Madiba is critical.
Nigeria's out of the Confed Cup.
I have a lot to say but It's time for my shift.
Let's do after later.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Watching Spain wallop Tahiti wasn't exactly the way I planned to spend my evening so I decided to get my beauty sleep. I set my alarm for 11pm. There was no way I was gonna miss Nigeria's match.
I should have just slept jejely and watched the re-run today.
Did you see that game???
WHERE THE HELL WHERE OUR FORWARDS????
Honestly, Brown Ideye should just make sure I don't catch him in a dark corner. The things I will do to him ehn, he won't believe it.
There were so many errors...Like they would say in tennis, "Unforced Errors". Lugano's goal for example, had no business being a goal had Efe Ambrose not stood right there like an effing figurine. We would've at least come off that encounter with a draw.
Echiejile and Musa and Ideye's misses....legendary! I will tell my grandbabies all about them! What????
Musa is definitely not the Musa that I fell in love with. He's started eating money abi? Let me catch him. This is the point where I say I missed Victor Moses and Emmanuel Emenike...and even Osaze Blabbermouth Odemwingie sef. Sigh.
18 matches unbeaten and we gave it away to Uruguay in one moment of madness! To think these *insert expletive here* were planing on having a party coz we beat Tahiti. TAHITI!!! Hand falling on a kentro level y'all! Na una mates sama dem 10 - 0 o!
I dey vex joo
Look, I'm not saying they didn't "try" considering their complaints of jet-lag and a tight schedule of friendlies/qualifiers/training etc, but come on! They didn't exactly play like champions all the way. They were sleepy at some point and that cost us the match.
My major grouse is that I lost sleep and we lost the match :|
Now I'm at work, feeling like crap, hoping that I somehow get through the next 6 hours (my eyes be like flashlight wey im battery don dey die)
Thursday, June 20, 2013
I haven't had a lot of those in the last 5 weeks...coherent thoughts, that is...at least when I'm not working. The last 5 weeks have been trying. However,
Between swapping jobs and pay-cheques :D (Again)
Between swapping sweet smelling nature for city smoke and dirt (Again)
Between swapping my homey flat for a limited hotel room :(
Between swapping my kitchen and its inviting smells for hotel food, dodgy restaurants and one too many mince pies & cup cakes :'(
Between swapping 100% health for Typhoid and Malaria ++ and Hives (sigh)
I'm actually a very happy woman :)
*attempts azeunteu...erhmm...not a great idea*
My hours are awesome! My job is awesome! My colleagues...err....some of them are awesome...others....well, I just want to smack 'em. Yep. The ones that think being a presenter means you should speak with a flipping contrived accent...I just want to smack 'em upside the head...with a book.
What did you think? A hatchet?
Okay, the thought did cross my mind but then I thought "to early. a few more days..."
Jes' Kidding records dot com
I'm just glad to be here after such a long time.
*In James Brown's Cackle* I feeeeeel Gooood!
Ehen, before I commence a-babbling, lemme get beck ta werk...Mama gats wait till after my shift mehn...
I will be back!
Monday, March 11, 2013
You see, this is one of those Mondays and I was determined to make it work so I place my big ol' headphones on my head and decided to roll with Jazz, thanks to T.Notes' post. Anita O'Day, Michael Franks, Dave Koz, Norah Jones, Al Jarreau....the whole nine yards. Anyways, somehow I progressed to soft rock....now I find myself hanging with the Platters and The Chi-lites and Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes and their brethren and somehow I kept coming back to "The Great Pretender" sigh...so, like the smarty pants I
Yap. So there's I was scouting for a video to put up....just when I thought I was done, I found Freddy Mecury's cover....sigh....
Let's just say, I traded one cognitive itch for another. Issorai.
Y'all enjoy the rest of the day!
Yap. I changed my display name. Peer pressure is real.