Randomery...Jes' coz ah ken :p

Holla!!

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I'm officially sick of living in a hotel. Sadly, getting a place in this my new hangout is a job for the spartans, walahi. Sotay they are asking for me to pay rent for 2 years. 2 years! What if get bored in a year? What happens then? The moment they hear you're from a radio station, they immediately see money pouring out of all your orifices! Hiaa

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I really should stop watching the news. I should just watch movies instead. Comedy flicks. There's too much sadness in this world :(  

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My Brother's fine. Sister's got through to him finally. His place is fine too. My uncle's place is another story. Thankfully, no one's hurt. Just a little shaken.

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If I don't eat ham again, it'll be too soon. My stomach probably has a special compartment for all the ham i've eaten in the last 6 weeks. I need to pay for a place soon. This is madness! 

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My P90X Videos are just busy pointing at me and laughing. This is me who wants a beach body by August. *Points and Laughs* I have to be sexy by Christmas. *remembers bathroom scale result from this a.m* This is not good for my heart  :| I have to be ripped mehhhn! 

Fluffy has to go :|

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Two nights ago, I started out of bed. I couldn't breathe. I ran to the door, opened it, praying I wouldn't have to crawl out for help. I didn't. I got better. I still don't know what happened. I just couldn't breathe. I was so disoriented. A visit to the doctor is necessary, I reckon. 

Sigh.

Living alone is the best thing since coca cola but mehnnnn...just pray say nothing do you.

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I've gotta split. 

Sleep well y'all. It is gonna be an early night pour moi.

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Insomnia and all her friends...

Okay.

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.

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.

No words.

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.

Sigh

One tried again last night.

NOTHING.

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
Turkey Protests
Brazil Protests...

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.


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For where.

The universe isn't done with me just yet.

Madiba is critical.
Nigeria's out of the Confed Cup.

Sigh

I have a lot to say but It's time for my shift.

Let's do after later.

A Super Eagles Induced Rant :|

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)

Mscheeeewwwwwww

Dia ...Monologue V

Club X...12.45A.M, WEDNESDAY, 26TH August, 2009

...did you hear me? 

(beat) 

I said i'm 'daeze...Just got back from the states...

(beat) 

Yeah...I haven't been home in a while...and you're...? Ricky...Hi Ricky...forgive me but I've been watching  you since you walked in with your pals...wondering what your voice may sound like...

(beat) 

Uhm...I'm sorry...I'm just so used to...uhm...I plum forgot how rude it seems sometimes when you say everything you're thinking. Please, pretend it didn't happen. Enjoy your...

(beat) 

What? 

(Beat)

Really? You don't mind? Wow! Gee! Thanks! Well, like i said, I just got back into the country...tryna fit back in.

(chuckles) 

Kinda hard ya know...uhm...we're screaming and we can barely hear each other...uhm...can we go outside...to the bar, perhaps...Or to my hotel . It's just across from this place...awww jeez! Please ignore me! 

(beat) 

Huh?...(Beat)You don't mind coming with me...(beat) Swell! C'mon then!

(Flip, flop)

(Unlock)

(Plunk)

(Bump, grind)


2 hours later...

Wow!! Dude...you are one helluva guy...Shit! I can't wait to do this again! I need to call Phil! He'll be so excited...You see, Phil likes to watch! 

(beat) 

Phil's my Husband...I must have mentioned him at some...Wassup? Where're you goin'? 

Wait!

(Slam!)

Waggwaannnn!!!

It's a beautiful Thursday afternoon and I've missed this place.

BIG TIME.

I'm on break at work. My Skype date is forming busy and I'm trying to get my mom on the phone. Somehow in the middle of all that, I finally mustered a stream of coherent thoughts to put on here.

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 :)

New job!
*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.

Haba.
What did you think? A hatchet?
You sef.

Okay, the thought did cross my mind but then I thought "to early. a few more days..."

Jes' Kidding records dot com

lol

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!


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