tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216238072011-11-28T01:50:42.808+01:00The "thoughtful" but sometimes provocative ramblings of a young, gorgeous talent trying to understand this lunacy called life.:Donydchicnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1631100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-78621885366989048692008-06-26T12:20:00.001+01:002008-06-26T12:22:21.752+01:00

You can now find me at ... http://www.beautifuldisorder.com

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-12568730850460986982008-06-20T10:30:00.004+01:002008-06-24T12:47:19.395+01:00

Great news, y'all. I'm moving HOUSE!!!Well, not my HOUSE, house, but I'm excited to say that (fingers crossed), from the next week or two, I'll be abandoning Blogger, and switching to Wordpress. And not only that, but 'Confessions of She' will be no more.Ladies and gentlemen, I present... Beautiful Disorder.Why that name you ask? What does it mean? To be frank, I do NOT know where the name came

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-55631722084873353122008-06-17T11:26:00.001+01:002008-06-17T11:26:12.907+01:00

Yeah, so I went back on my pinky swear. I suck. Whatevs.They never told us about this. It's THEIR fault, darned older folks!Ok… Maybe they did. But they didn't say it SERIOUSLY enough. They said it in jest, and at the wrongest times, like when we weren't paying enough attention, or listening, or when our minds were more occupied with getting the thing we asked for. They never said that every

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-77378464971515414772008-06-14T21:31:00.000+01:002008-06-15T10:31:42.945+01:00

Cos gosh darn it, i have a lot of things on my mind. And it's time the world knew about it.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-8147694230656229972008-06-03T07:12:00.003+01:002008-06-03T07:21:15.092+01:00

I know, huh? I'm really not in the mood to say the story for like, the millionth time, but maybe I'll feel like it later in the day. Or tomorrow. Till then however, I'm fine, I only(finally) lost N95. Sigh. I guess that phone wasn't meant to be...

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-39211810586580325992008-05-30T13:20:00.002+01:002008-05-30T13:21:44.743+01:00

Sure, I could go ahead and write about Democracy Day, and how it's really pointless (except for the day off work), and how the government has done little to improve our current situation (even though I WILL send a shout-out to Fashola, who's doing a GREAT job on the roads and beautification on Lagos state, and isn't making a big show of it, go Fash!), but there are already so many bloggers out

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-29487878681303411432008-05-27T15:51:00.001+01:002008-05-27T15:51:39.979+01:00

So, I think deep down I knew my car was a tragedy waiting to happen, but I consoled myself with the fact that it was functional and I went from Point A to Point B reasonably comfortable. Yesterday, however, I could tempt fate no longer. I already had a front bumper that dislodged at the worst moments, and a shaft that was nice enough to clear its throat for my attention every time I turned a

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-14754315755825386632008-05-24T12:35:00.004+01:002008-05-24T22:57:08.661+01:00

Alright, so, today is a special someone's birthday, and I thought it would only be right to do this (*cough* actually, she asked for this as a present *cough*). Ejiro. What can I say. I spent all day thinking of the perfect thing to write, especially as I've written a post before, but like a friend said, 'Write something nice, as long as you mean it.'She's the longest friend I've ever had. Well,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-86843926504648038722008-05-18T20:31:00.005+01:002008-11-13T14:35:22.581+01:00

So, it's another year of summer movies, and you know what THAT means... I'm gonna see 'em all!!!Ok, well, not all. But most. Iron Man was the first of the lot, so here goes my:TOTALLY BIASED, OPINIONATED, HARD-TO-PLEASE MOVIE GOER'S REVIEW:I know, you've all seen it now.... but I still get to say...Iron Man totally rocked. I mean, I'd been hearing all the hype, and everyone and their mum said

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-3960509281395025632008-05-03T19:50:00.003+01:002008-05-06T17:55:13.308+01:00

This is, like... way overdue. I've had this compose page open all week. Haunting me with my inadequacies.I’ve been out of it for a while. Sure there’ve been a few things on my mind, but putting it to paper has just been... I started a few posts, decided they were too personal/controversial/just plain sucky, and gave it up. I visited my blog every day and was startled to see that despite my lack

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-36444739906659739702008-04-28T18:10:00.001+01:002008-04-28T19:18:18.798+01:00

... But I'm having Blogger's block.Geddit? Blog block....No? Never mind, then.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-8082386645810693572008-04-11T17:45:00.001+01:002008-04-11T17:52:28.753+01:00

Don't you just HATE it when you're trying to make a perfectly VALID complaint about something, and then some OLDER person goes, 'Oh, what are you talking about, back in my day...'YEAH, I GET IT.You walked to school through the pouring rain, barefooted with a desk on your head. WHATEVER. And yes, yes, i KNOW, back in your day, as a corper you earned 1,500 Naira month. Cry me a bloody river.HOWVER,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-55760941373936583312008-04-08T18:51:00.003+01:002008-04-08T19:06:17.233+01:00

Backward.So, there I was, minding my own business, browsing the net as usual before I got down to serious work, and I happened upon a site I’ve become a bit of a fan of (http://feministe.us/blog) these days:http://naijablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/condom-ban-in-anambra.htmlhttp://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2008/04/07/the-cost-of-pro-life-policies-27-nigerian-women-every-day-10000-

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-63120804641020440882008-04-03T09:23:00.002+01:002008-11-13T14:35:23.890+01:00

The past 3 days have been a bit of a whirlwind. Got my new laptop (an HP Pavillion dv9700, for those who care) on Monday :D and it’s been love and bonding ever since. Every night since then, I’ve been getting home and opening her shiny, wonderful new depths. However, I must complain about what I like to dub HP’s presumptuousness about how much unnecessary software they THINK you need. I’ve got

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-89481524030537368152008-03-30T13:37:00.004+01:002008-03-30T13:50:39.100+01:00

Yes, i SAID it.So, as far things go. Darkman is NO MORE.Bus and I were chatting this morning, and we came to the same conclusion: Guys can be wastes of emotional energy. They make great friends... but the instance it becomes anything more than that... DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA.As for what happened between me and the fella? Too much. Just take it like that. Let me put it this way, I can handle annoying

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-77051976431453307102008-03-25T09:30:00.002+01:002008-03-25T09:37:22.694+01:00

There’s no other way to put it. I didn’t realise how much of a bad Easter weekend I was having till yesterday.It’s 7.15am, the clouds outside the large windows are thick and dark with promises of rain, but all is still. Within, the fluorescent lights are a harsh, glaring contrast to the subtle darkness of outside, and there is a din of greetings, football criticisms and post-Easter cheer.But I’m

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-26687025995561535842008-03-17T09:18:00.000+01:002008-03-17T09:19:09.630+01:00

I think the title is very self-explanatory.Onyeka went to the gym on Saturday and overdid it. That’s the long and short of this story. I blame myself. I was feeling like a star.I didn’t even wake up with the intention of performing any form of physical activity. I literally screwed myself over. I crawled out of bed at about ten am, feeling good, and happy for the rest. I had no concrete plans for

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-51431477543726703192008-03-14T17:04:00.003+01:002008-03-14T17:10:29.960+01:00

I haven’t updated in… a while. I wish I had a good reason this time, like an illness or a trip to some exotic location. However, the simple thing is this: I was uninspired. Everyday it crossed my mind that I wanted to blog… but I didn’t. A couple of times I actually started a couple of posts, but I lost my fire halfway through. Again, no real reason for that either. Maybe I just had things on my

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-51596492649128128862008-02-28T13:23:00.001+01:002008-02-28T13:25:23.786+01:00

So, due to certain events, and the last paragraph of my last post, I was passing through yesterday in a faintly foul and irritable mood. Like I mentioned to Naija Chickito, I thought it would only be fair if I avoided Darkman completely to prevent some psychological dagger throwing.To add to that, for some reason, I couldn’t focus on anything, so I got absolutely NOTHING done. And I felt no shame

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-14224646711294358532008-02-26T13:37:00.001+01:002008-02-26T13:40:18.521+01:00

So it’s been a bit. The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind, punctuated by deadlines, headaches, falling ill, crappy Vals and WORK. So, all the urgent work FINALLY done, I think it’s time for a bit of an update.As predicted, I didn’t do much on Vals worth mentioning. I did however, do some marathon walking. Because, yes, as much as I didn’t see the need to do anything, Darkman felt so, and

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-68058472723879702752008-02-21T19:09:00.002+01:002008-02-21T19:16:21.245+01:00

I havent updated in a bit. I know. I suck. It's not my fault. I barely have time nowadays to think, talk of blogging.... as I write this, I'm simultaneously shutting down my other programs and planning my escape strategy. I'm crazy busy. Gawd, I hate 9-5.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-36130906263183457992008-02-14T09:55:00.002+01:002008-02-14T10:01:52.487+01:00

Well… After almost a week of sort-of combating Malaria/Typhoid (again), I’m BACK! Unfortunately, every single thing I had been hoping to write about last week has gone to the dogs. Can’t remember. Ah well. Just as well.It’s Valentine’s Day! You know I had to have a li’l ole rant about this.Yeah, I thought I would be ultra unique and write about something totally unrelated, like global warming or

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-60372842623872678302008-02-08T17:07:00.000+01:002008-02-08T17:09:54.112+01:00

Feel ill. Feeel weak. Can't think. Hungry. Everywhere hurts. And I just want to go home. I'm suffering from fatigue and just need a few days... just a few days...

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-49380310233191741332008-02-06T10:21:00.000+01:002008-02-06T10:23:40.167+01:00

Traitor. Confused. Lagosian. Hybrid. Heck, even sad.I’ve been called a lot just because due to some weird twist of fate that resulted in me not being able to speak either one of my parents’ languages. People have tried to make me feel bad or guilty about it. They’ve even tried to make me out as some kind of freak.Frankly, I feel guilty. Because I don’t care.I know, I know, it’s a tragedy, I can’t

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-15913061272255757952008-02-04T10:39:00.000+01:002008-02-04T10:44:43.548+01:00

Ok, I’m back from a rather hectic and somewhat emotionally tasking weekend. I have a lot of things to go on about, so expect a lot from me this week.Onyeka Takes on LASTMA and Evil Lagos GuttersNow, it’s been officially a month that I’ve been cruising the streets of Lagos in ‘my car’. And while I’ve had a few issues… I never saw myself jamming those yellow-clothed retards anytime soon. Cue:

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-91757425539787807242008-01-30T15:45:00.000+01:002008-01-30T15:50:35.701+01:00

I know I’ve written something similar before, and the way things are going, it would probably be safe to assume I have a problem with guys in general.I don’t. Honest.I’m just a young chick trying to go about her daily activities in relative peace. But then some … GUY will just pop into the picture and try to make my life a little bit more difficult.What is it about many males out there that they

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-82577212755388950372008-01-28T17:01:00.000+01:002008-01-28T17:07:09.382+01:00

So... Following from my previous post, Nokia said they couldn't (wouldn't) fix it. I know they're just scared of it cos it had water issues and they know I'll sue their asses if something else goes awry.I have an action packed MP3 Player/Radio/Camera/Flash drive/Wireless Browser/Game Box/Organiser/Paperweight.That can't call!!! :-(It does everything, works brilliantly offline/SIMless!My

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-82566405110472390812008-01-23T15:04:00.000+01:002008-01-23T15:07:51.967+01:00

Really late post. I'm 21 today, yay! Finally I can ... *thinks*Do all the things I've already been doing...??? I dunno.It didn't start out too well what with my phone being under intensive care, but some calls, some texts, and visit from Darkman later...It's not bad.I'm grateful though. Grateful to be alive, well, working, with friends, family and a guy who adores me. What more can a girl ask for

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-91514885220553668042008-01-22T11:36:00.000+01:002008-01-22T11:37:35.969+01:00

There are a lot of things I was going to write about as of this morning… but I swear I can’t remember any of them. In the meantime, due to popular demand ( and by popular demand, I mean afrobabe and undacovasista’s requests) , I’ve decided to talk about … THE EYE *insert dramatic music here*.The whole drama started on the 2nd of January 1994 (whew! 14 yrs, I’m old!) a mere 3 weeks before my 7th

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-82883949371575931922008-01-21T08:31:00.000+01:002008-01-22T14:52:30.541+01:00

There was no poetic way of titling this post. It basically SOAKED for HOURS in the john.How, you ask? I'll tell you.There I was about to go out, my beautiful N95 in my hands, attached to me, as always, and I realised I really needed to adjust my (crazy) hair. However, I had other things in my hand, and I thought it would be really wise to place the phone on the water closet. After all, I've done

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-64700361822529590292008-01-18T13:08:00.001+01:002008-01-18T13:11:37.158+01:00

Before I get to my post of the day, I’d apparently been tagged by 30+ to say ‘8 weird things’ about my self ages ago, but i procrastinated, oops! I’ve done this before, but I’ll try and rustle up 8 more…I hate mushiness. Can’t take it. Flowers, getting down on one knee, public display of affection, while all cute in their own right, turn me into an embarrassed, irritated mess. Don’t do it. Just.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-58588970923168180222008-01-16T11:15:00.001+01:002008-01-17T10:44:23.564+01:00

So, something tragic has happened. A close relationship to me, which I used to use as the comparison, the milestone, the MODEL of a lasting relationship, has just fallen apart. It hurt me, because the people involved are both very good friends of mine. And it had lasted so long (5 years isn’t beans), NO-ONE would have NOT seen it ending in a wedding.I admit, on the rare occasion, we’d fantasize

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-49286526548150271792008-01-15T07:52:00.000+01:002008-01-15T11:18:40.745+01:00

I admit, I was expecting the guys to have more to say in their defence. To be able to argue for their existence. Ah well. Guess not. I see I’ve been accused of generalizing, but no one could ever NOT say that what I was saying didn’t apply. I’m not stereotyping, I’m talking from experience. Even the nicest guys have that weakness. I’m not saying they’re bad people. They’re just… not totally

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-81864963800688550732008-01-10T10:14:00.000+01:002008-01-10T11:03:12.290+01:00

This might seem to be an odd post from me, considering as I’m newly attached and loving it. But lately though, due to excessive thinking and brooding over certain issues, as well as reading a few things here and there, I have to ask: What’s the point of guys? Really? Disclaimer: Now, before you think I’m going on some man-hating, feminist rant, let me get one thing straight. I don’t hate

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-76331676006043209332008-01-09T09:28:00.000+01:002008-01-09T09:30:12.476+01:00

I do. I was bored with the old layout, but didnt have the time to change it again, it looked like mess in firefox, which might not be a problem to some, but my reports show more than a third of my traffic is USING firefox. SO yesterday, after battling for almost an hour to find out why it fell it apart (and failing), I gave up and went for a template...Watch this space. Things are about to change

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-79701211412633241682008-01-07T08:18:00.000+01:002008-01-08T10:06:07.417+01:00

Onyeka takes on Sunday DriversSo I FINALLY made the bold and daring leap from depressed pedestrian to happy driver. You know... sort of. Sunday morning, I drove down from Agbara to Anthony. I would have gone straight to Bus's house, but I got a severe fear of getting lost.I know, years and years of bussing and I never really paid attention to the routes that MATTERED. Oddly though, I didn't lose

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-17110320488344484372008-01-02T18:23:00.000+01:002008-01-02T18:45:25.859+01:00

First post of the year! W00t! I took my time in coming to work this morning. Why? No reason, I was just a little hurt about the fact that I had to be at work at all, and thus, decided to reminisce on the days when I worked just a N20 bus away, and I still resumed at 9. Times have changed. However, then, I was still in school, and was earning a paltry N9,750 – which was big bucks to a student on

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-24885620673516998832007-12-31T14:40:00.000+01:002008-01-15T16:58:12.137+01:00

Since it’s the end of the year. I think it’s only fair that i write about the year that has passed. It’s been pretty exciting ... ok, well, in a ‘yeah, something that’s supposed to be pivotal has happened’ kinda way. I started off this year, with no job, no money, no plan, nothing... just my dreams, a rejection letter from Intercontinental Bank, and an acceptance letter from my current place.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-20976874457081980372007-12-11T07:37:00.000+01:002007-12-12T18:39:12.179+01:00

Eji, what can I say, you have a 'dark gift' of making me get off my lazy butt and writing a post. But I'll be the first to admit, the countdown thing wasn't such a thrilling idea. It did't help that I've been crazy busy these past few days. And NOOO, it's not cos of Darkman this time. This time, I simply do not have the free time to sit down and compose a post. That and the fact that I'm still

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-662186932005662392007-12-07T07:06:00.000+01:002007-12-07T11:12:14.072+01:00

Right, so, as Azuri, so nicely pointed out, I slacked in the countdown. No fault of mine, I've actually been down with what turned out to be a combined mess of typhoid AND malaria. Trust me now, I don't do things small time.I got to work on Wednesday, feeling great, looking good, expecting a later visit from a certain someone, and even though I was swamped, NOTHING could dampen my mood. So I

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-32690183442107956972007-12-03T07:28:00.000+01:002007-12-03T08:46:08.970+01:00

Ok... perhaps I was feeling a little over ambitious about the 'daily countdown' thingy.Had a fun weekend. Had to head to work on Saturday to support the new upgrade going on, but my presence was not needed, and you couldn't imagine my surprise this morning when I found out two of my colleagues had done the night shift. It was like... WHY?!?!? They, especially the chick, acted like she'd done me

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-12646169413707764512007-12-01T11:13:00.000+01:002007-12-01T13:27:49.684+01:00

I can see there is an interesting amount of y'all that would like to hear about Darkman.Sorry to disappoint!!!Anyway, Christmas is coming... la dee da! I used to realy LUURVE Christmas, but the past couple of years have been pretty dull, and there just doesn't seem to be any SPIRIT if you know what I mean. Anyhoo, I've kinda sparkled up the blog a bit. It was a rush job, so I hope to improve upon

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-52871845929693038622007-11-28T14:34:00.000+01:002007-11-28T16:35:03.982+01:00

Yeah, so, after Eji insulted me yesterday that I'd only posted twice in the past month, i decided that maybe it was time for me to stop being a mushy little girl and get back on the blogging horse.I admit it. I have no excuse. Let me lay it out there: I met a guy (who we're gonna call ... uh... Darkman ... cos he's really dark and I'm very uncreative this afternoon), and all of a sudden, there

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-31669322382647513502007-11-22T07:01:00.001+01:002007-11-22T07:01:32.354+01:00

Dear Employees:It has been brought to the management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with their co-workers.Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.We do, however, realize the critical importance of being able to

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-17025050187232960922007-11-20T12:35:00.001+01:002007-11-20T12:44:07.228+01:00

I'm slacking in my posts. I know. But...There's only one thing I want to talk about.This thing... not sleeping well anymore... squandering my nights on it...This thing... don't have credit anymore... spending all my credit on it...This thing... This thing... taking risks ... get home late at night...This thing... I'm not complaining... about this thing..... I'm quite enjoying... this thing...To

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-17840456676470758652007-11-08T12:16:00.001+01:002007-11-08T12:18:28.551+01:00

Tuesday, Bubu and I decided to go down to our uni - Babcock, to see about getting our certificates and a reference. I was just happy for the day off. Alas, I didn't even get any of the extra sleep cos the instant my sister got up and started moving about around 5, I was ruined. She left not long after, and instead of going back to bed like an intelligent person, I decided to try and see if I

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-79680968655818148992007-11-07T09:17:00.001+01:002007-11-07T09:17:27.488+01:00

Well, I don't know why I was out of it for so long. It's not like I didn't have anything to blog about... I just didn't feel like. I guess I created too much of a stir with my previous post. Oops. It's actually taken me about 5 days to write this one, but hopefully once I press the Publish button, the non-blog jinx would be broken. Update on the house thing. It's on hold for now cos the landlady

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-36070448063740292332007-10-23T17:06:00.001+01:002007-10-23T17:06:14.767+01:00

I've been staring at my blog for 5 days now, and I even got as far as composing a post. Unfortunately, I don't feel like posting about the many things I want to post about. The only thing I feel like posting about is unfortunately not yet available for sharing so... I might not just put anything sensible up for a while. Peace.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-38918374933317931302007-10-18T17:30:00.001+01:002007-10-18T18:10:41.164+01:00

Thanks for the responses to my last post. I think the way forward is to just have a civilized talk, even though I admit I'm not looking forward to the heat after. I've decided to not think about it till tonight. In the meantime, I've been very active on the net today:Black People are Less Intelligent. Saw this link on undacovasista's blog. I was stunned more by how many people believed it more

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-76950701951255462202007-10-17T10:52:00.001+01:002007-10-17T12:55:23.807+01:00

I wasn't going to share too much about this. But I think I need the objective opinion of an un-biased third party.In my last post I mentioned I'd found a place. And I really have. It's not too far from where I currently stay during the week. In fact, it's even closer to where I get my staff bus, but from another side. The friend that helped me find it, a classmate from school was able to get it

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-86698935273206234812007-10-15T17:39:00.001+01:002007-10-17T12:54:39.350+01:00

Considering how long it took me to open Word, I can't exactly call it QUICK. I have a system plagued by Trojans.I've updated my blog roll. To be fair, I was subscribed to most of the blogs for ages, but I was lazy to update my template (which I still haven't started work on). Oh, and I also made my header image a link back to the home page (a fair feat, believe me).Anyway, my weekend was mostly

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-13501655997625893292007-10-10T15:59:00.000+01:002008-11-13T14:35:28.184+01:00

Lohan's time in rehab also led her to develop an interest in altruism and a desire to reach out to others less fortunate. "I'm planning a trip to Africa during the second week in December," she told In Touch magazine.First stop on Paris Hilton’s postjail goodwill tour - Rwanda. The hotel heiress said she will visit the African country this fall as part of her commitment to use her celebrity to

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-62009733857521507272007-10-08T18:57:00.001+01:002007-10-17T12:52:58.127+01:00

So… I'm back. To be fair, I guess I wasn't gone long enough to be missed online, but at least, I know someone out there missed me… or whatever. My body went all funny on me from last Wednesday. I think it was reacting to me not wanting to be at work, or maybe the general lack of sleep I was suffering from. I was tired and not just feeling anything I was meant to be doing. Thus, I got NOTHING done

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-70731861881387818332007-10-03T13:54:00.000+01:002007-10-03T14:11:05.567+01:00

Nigeria's First Astronaut (Almost)Totally unexpected and totally funny. Was going through my RSS list today and saw a blog I had added ages ago light up. As I commented on Atutupoyo's blog, the scariest thing about the story is how LIKELY it is in Nigeria. Check it out... It has a happy ending.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-45276107995819327832007-10-02T11:15:00.001+01:002007-10-02T11:15:47.620+01:00

I don't disappoint. I said I was going to have a rockin' weekend, and I DID. (*insert evil laugh here*)Friday:Despite my Friday not starting out too well, what with our staff bus going AWOL on us at 6 in the morning. When a fellow staffer with a car passed by and told us the bus wasn't coming, I think I knew how lost sheep felt like. These are generally tired people who expected an easy, AC'd

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-46218446103065686052007-09-28T17:48:00.000+01:002007-09-28T17:52:04.053+01:00

I have to tell someone.I do little jigs in the loo when I'm the only one there. Yes, it's true. There are a lot of mirrors, and its nice and bright, so just as I'm about to go out the door, I tend to do some weird dance moves.I've never been caught.I also do little jigs in the elevator. I do it a bit less there cos elevators give me the heebbie-jeebies. At the same time, I also like riding

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-28523759450263743052007-09-25T14:52:00.000+01:002007-10-30T09:07:12.151+01:00

----------------Now playing: Republica - Ready to govia FoxyTunes (Ed:This is part one of a special series of stories I'm going to share about my past.I'm going to dedicate this to a close friend of mine...) Recently, I was talking to a close chum from secondary school, and she suddenly says, 'You know, we turned out alright, didn't we?' I'm confused at first, and then she clarifies and I

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-31275199334246587932007-09-24T14:33:00.000+01:002007-09-24T14:42:46.165+01:00

Hm, the way things are, it seems I'll have to accept the fact that NOTHING interesting will happen in my life till weekends.And if my weekends are going to be THIS eventful, then I can deal with it.Deciding to put away a little staff bus drama from that morning (I'm not sure if it's okay to talk about it just yet), B and I had plans to go Salsa Friday night, but too many things went wrong, and

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-26180920608325468232007-09-21T11:18:00.000+01:002007-09-21T11:20:15.514+01:00

2 agberos are walking on a rainy night.Agbero 1: Men, dis rain no good, o.Agbero 2: At all.Agbero 1: Dis kain weather na film.Agbero 2: Eh?Agbero 1: Dis rain now! Its dis kain weada u suppose dey watch film.Agbero 2: Ah! She...Agbero 1 (sligthtly dreamy voice): One go just dey inside, put off light, dey watch film wit som warm babe and eh..Agbero 2: Na you know. Wetin we dey do outside here sef?

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-24301496272437476112007-09-17T16:27:00.001+01:002007-09-17T16:35:15.949+01:00

Tempted as I was to complain about a certain set of people in my office, I won't, cos I have realized how easy it is to find this blog. I don't want wahala. Instead I will highlight on a certain comment that I've heard twice since starting work here 3 months ago, and that's 2 times too many: 'Hm, I can't wait till I marry, so I'll always have dinner waiting for me...' GRRR. Do guys

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-87514125714955472672007-09-10T09:29:00.001+01:002007-09-10T09:29:37.182+01:00

Yeah, I know. I probably DESERVE what happened to me this weekend. I think I willed it to happen. Not less than 6 hours after my previous entry, a weird series of events unfolded, once again prompting my friends to ask, 'Why is it always you?!"So, there I was, working, silently fuming that my boss was a good 3 HOURS LATE, and then she shows up, and can't even APOLOGIZE for burning my Saturday

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-72198736165572525972007-09-08T11:19:00.001+01:002007-09-08T11:19:43.220+01:00

In an unusual twist, I have little to blog about this week, a fact that bothers me, cos it gives the impression that now I'm a full-fledged working chick, my life has become eventless. But I guess it has more to do with the fact that what I really want to blog about, I can't cos it's not just share-worthy. Yet. I've spent the whole week flitting between getting my job regularized and meeting some

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-45148824194782326752007-09-03T10:22:00.000+01:002007-09-03T10:45:37.727+01:00

Read on if you want to find out how I got hit by a car, and somehow lived to tell the tale (I'm not kidding), ALMOST got robbed on my way to work this morning, ALMOST got flogged on the street, somehow succeeded in pissing my dad off major (yet again), and went gyrating with a couple of celebrities. All in one weekend.Yeah, as B so rightly put it, drama follows em everywhere. Except for the place

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-49539072560868758452007-08-31T17:25:00.001+01:002007-08-31T17:45:22.618+01:00

niI rushed into the staff bus at about 7.45pm, grateful to have gotten the last seat, which was right next to the driver. The chair wasn't horribly comfortable, and I knew it was only a matter of minutes before my butt began to protest, but at least it was on the only place in the over-crowded bus that didn't require squeezing. My seat was quite interesting; I had a wide screen view of the road,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-8955477234991334002007-08-31T16:36:00.000+01:002007-08-31T18:46:07.451+01:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uj3zs9IEfEY&mode=related&search=Gimme More – Britney Spears.Believe it or not, I was a big Britney fan. Not so much these days. I’ll never forget the first time I heard Baby One More Time when it first came out back in 1999. It was so catchy, and my admiration was instant. I was also a huge Justin/Britney shipper, and was upset when they broke up. I admit, I saw the

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-75234852673431660412007-08-29T10:08:00.001+01:002007-08-29T10:22:31.937+01:00

Yeah, so... I'm at work. On Monday, I felt a bit silly for coming back when I hadn't gotten called, but hey, I felt guilty that I had run off at a critical time.I needn't have bothered. Apparently, a fourth person was hired in my brief absence. But it was still good to be back to my beloved RSS Feeds. I spent about an hour and a half clearing my mails, and going through my feeds. No small task, I

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-20877354113177594842007-08-27T07:46:00.001+01:002007-08-27T07:55:50.775+01:00

My sister and I were discussing (we're in between fights) some of the recent embarrassing trends that seem to be plaguing Nigerian banks these days. As employees of a couple of these here institutions, we really can't help but notice, be appalled and thus, wary that our own companies will also fall to the bait.I mean, my hat off to the whole CBN policy and the re-capitalization crap, but while

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-73666585500442456952007-08-23T15:40:00.000+01:002007-08-23T15:54:33.906+01:00

The end result of waiting for too long to pay for items in a store.Person 1: Hmm, I’ve been meaning to get a couple of those.Person 2: Oh, those? Feel free, they just N130.Person 1: I’m not sure, which one though... Those are... ribbed?Person 2: Oh, yeah. I heard somewhere... ‘Ribbed for your pleasure.’Person 1(smiling): ...Or ... Oooh, those ones are flavoured... Maybe...Person 2: Well, yeah,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-34193396872033754302007-08-23T15:25:00.000+01:002007-08-23T15:33:12.705+01:00

So, there we were, TRYING to get to Lekki to watch The Simpsons (a feat we never ended up achieving after almost 6 hours on the road, I think it wasn’t God’s plan for the day), minding our own business, still looking good despite the sweltering Tuesday heat in an un-air-conditioned car. Enter crazy okada (commercial motor-cyle riders) guy on Adeola Odeku, VI. And chaos ensues.I hadn’t been paying

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-37356553633993809912007-08-18T13:52:00.000+01:002007-08-18T13:57:44.584+01:00

So... I wish I could have posted on Tuesday night. To express my misery. NYSC refused to give my certificate. Said I had an extension. Along with B's sister. Actually hers was a different reason. But we were distraught. On Wednesay, I went to the secretariat, and the stories they were telling me got me so frustrated. Said I had to work till November.By about 3 in the afternoon, when B's sis got

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-55881000725886899272007-08-18T13:44:00.001+01:002007-08-18T13:44:22.150+01:00

I posted this. Because I think Justin's HOT. And he looked hot in this video. Oh, and the song's nice. This video let me forgive him for THAT hair in 'Lovestoned' video. I won't lie. I want him. But I can't have him. And that's what hurts. I'v endured insults from my friends that I like white boys.But I'll take it all for him. Sniff.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-65692743179176426842007-08-13T17:17:00.000+01:002007-08-13T17:56:09.341+01:00

I feel like such a slacker! No post in almost a week....! OMG! I'm not doing well, I swear, I haven't given my take on BBA 2, my movie reviews, or a couple of other topics.So much has gone down, but first, I think it's only fair to announce:NYSC ENDS TOMORROW !!! WOOHOO!!!I feel great. Some friends and I were contemplating having a ceremonial burning of our uniform against throwing it in our

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-68703683854640924792007-08-07T18:03:00.001+01:002007-08-07T18:03:56.978+01:00

Yeah, so I'm all good. Apparently. After a dreary lunch, D called and told me that he won't be leaving early after all, so I got to go home with him. It was a bit of a shock to open the car door and see him wearing some silly sky blue face cap, advertising some new product. It looked even sillier considering he was wearing a shirt and a tie. I had been hiding a smile before I got in, but the cap

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-27523185656390061672007-08-06T08:13:00.001+01:002007-08-06T08:13:58.961+01:00

So, I'm making an appearance at work, just to keep the higher powers happy. But I'm so not feeling it that I might not show up on Wednesday like I planned. My brain really has just shut down on work. Went to Agbara this weekend. First time in 3 weeks. It was after Day 2 of a fruitless exploit at the NYSC secetariat on Friday. I gave up at 12.30, after being there for 5 hours with no result in

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-59403133063403753272007-08-01T19:04:00.001+01:002007-08-01T19:04:31.543+01:00

I get to go off for clearance! Hurray! But my manager said I'd have to show up once in a while. Darn. But I get 2 weeks off! Yay! But I won't get paid for those 2 weeks. DAMMIT. It's ok cos I'm sick of work right now! Hurrah! But when I come back I'll be working 5-day weeks again. Double dammit. Peace.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-83644579677371102362007-08-01T13:03:00.001+01:002007-08-01T13:03:53.890+01:00

B & I see a dude from our class and his brother at a fast food store. B is wearing her NYSC gear. I'm looking good in my suit. I wave. They wave back. B(as we reach the counter): We're not eating here. Me: Why? B: Look at me! Me: Oh, don't be silly, isn't he serving too? We wait to order. Meanwhile, B goes on an emotional rollercoaster of indecision, as to whether to leave or stay. She finally

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-30649581568068685652007-07-31T10:48:00.001+01:002007-07-31T10:48:55.164+01:00

Hm, well, I'm better now. Last night was a total mess and I got home so DEPRESSED I could have jumped in front of a moving bus (I considered it actually). By the end of work, I was moving in this daze, and I decided to take the 8pm bus cos I wasn't in a hurry to go home, but I wanted to get home early enough to work on my new layout. So I get to the car park, enter the bus heading to Iyana-Ipaja

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-39628909994956462992007-07-30T18:49:00.001+01:002007-07-30T18:49:57.941+01:00

So, I'm very pensive at the moment. And I don't know what caused this. Maybe it's a couple of things that went down during the weekend, maybe it's the impending end of my NYSC, and the official start of my adult life, or maybe it's just a very random mood swing I'm experiencing, or maybe it's even the really tight shoes I'm wearing that's stopping the flow of happy hormones to my head. I don't

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-25412316357231996252007-07-29T14:26:00.001+01:002007-07-29T14:26:38.993+01:00

Hm, so it's been a bit. This is reaching you from the inner recesses of my office. Yeah, I'm at the office on Sunday. But I didn't come to work. Shh. Just thought I had to share. Went for this crazy beach party at Alpha Beach on Saturday. It was aptly titled, 'Alcohol, Girls & Sand'. I think. All of the above was available in excess. Thanks to the woman-like lateness of K, we didn't leave Anthony

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-36048848348916555372007-07-22T13:06:00.001+01:002007-07-22T13:06:41.686+01:00

Hmm, I guess I appeared sooner than I expected. Considering the events of Friday, I feel it might be even longer before I resume work. It was HELL. People were pushing, screaming, cursing and fighting. And to make things worse. It was RAINING. I couldn't believe it. I was soaked to the skin, looking well and ready for a wet t-shirt competition, water was slushing around in my over-sized boots,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-11723398554662032312007-07-19T19:13:00.001+01:002007-07-19T19:13:56.327+01:00

So, this is probably going to be my last post for a bit. We started Final Clearance (for NYSC) today and I probably won't be at work for a while. I'm feeing an almost proportional mix of JOY and MISERY. Joy, cos, duh, it's over, and Misery cos of the HORROR involved. I haven't even started yet, and things aren't looking promising.  First of all, there's that itsy-bitsy situation of the 1-month

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-13287758750285077282007-07-18T08:08:00.001+01:002008-11-13T14:35:29.629+01:00

Sorry this is late. I blame it on a flukey bad internet and NYSC.Anyway, this is one of the last sequels I have to watch for the year, and by this point, as you can expect, I'm very jaded about all of them. I went in with this mindset to watch this movie - one I've had since I started reading the books and I realized they were BUTCHERING the films - the film will be a brief, badly put together,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-38375595897284185172007-07-16T16:29:00.000+01:002007-07-16T16:30:55.028+01:00

Because I'm a darling (and also cos I got a lot to write about), you're going to get 3 posts from me today!Might as well start with my weekend.I watched HARRY POTTER!!!! :D My review will show up later in the day.Anyway, courtesy of a flippant suggestion by his gf in Abuja, we decided to take K out for his b-day on her behalf. We would have gone on Friday, but we had our NYSC head count so it had

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-50852429720161119602007-07-12T19:09:00.001+01:002007-07-12T19:09:23.621+01:00

I really wanted to write today, but I'm time-constrained. It's a shame. Till next week then. The weekend starts now. Peace.

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-88049910737773830502007-07-11T19:21:00.001+01:002007-07-11T19:21:56.815+01:00

Do you ever feel like you're staring something right in the face, but you don't know it? Or at least, you aren't sure? How about that awful nagging feeling at the back of your head that says you could be making a mistake? Sure, such signs could probably mean that your gut is right and you ARE missing the point. Or it could be that you're listening to your gut for all the wrong reasons.  At which

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-14189577079726956772007-07-10T19:28:00.001+01:002007-07-10T19:28:06.571+01:00

Yeah, so this is like, TOTALLY late, and I'm sure by now, most people have watched Shrek3. But I believe my opinion is still importanto anyway. So, I had high hopes for this installment, but it seems 'tis the year for under-achievement. Now, don't get me wrong, Shrek, was as usual, witty and refreshingly different, but it seems the writers just didn't seem to know what to do next with all the

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-2248592624375765682007-07-10T17:56:00.001+01:002008-11-13T14:35:29.917+01:00

I'm crazy mad with anticipation right now. I just want to do something CREATIVE. We were having a dry spell at work today (one of many), and I decided to explore my new Adobe Bridge CS3. It's so cool. I'm not sure if it was working with the Internet connection, it probably was. But anyway, for all them designers out there, it's a great place to look for inspiration and tutorials. Unfortunately,

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-83695823630916309342007-07-09T18:45:00.001+01:002007-07-09T18:45:42.757+01:00

Babies. Kids. CHILDREN. Little angels. Miracles. God's gifts. Little devils. Rampaging rugrats. Proverbial pains. Everyone has their own opinion of them. I once wrote about how I was craving a lil one to cuddle. Just cuddle. Then return. You know like a rental.  But that was just a phase I thought I was passing through. It wasn't. I've actually found myself becoming more open-minded to human

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-38068242958014316812007-07-09T11:47:00.001+01:002007-07-09T11:47:55.364+01:00

So, this past weekend re-affirmed in me three things: The only wedding I ever REALLY want to attend is my own. I REALLY can't stand the tarts I work with. I am NOT having babies. Naturally. Please, let me elaborate. So, Saturday, I was up sharpish cos I had to head down to Apapa for my boss's wedding (the woman actually asked us to come there the evening before by SIX for a meeting, such

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-37224408832426580452007-07-04T18:29:00.001+01:002007-07-04T18:29:13.239+01:00

Ok, apparently I got tagged by Merja to do this. It's gonna be an issue finding other people to tag however cos I don't  have that many  blogger allies. Sad. Because of this, then, I'm going to just INGORE the rules. Eight random facts about me that you don't know?!? Let's see now...   I have a crush on Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boy. I like the smell of burnt onions... I practice moves in front

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-58752131964463008702007-07-04T13:15:00.001+01:002008-11-13T14:35:30.067+01:00

So, it's a bit late, I know. My schedule's been of the chain lately,and I haven't had the time to watch anything. But I was hell-bent and last night D and I defied all the odds (including the crazy mad fluke traffic after work and our poor timing) and went to go to see it. To be honest i really wanted to see Ocean's 1, but it was too late at night.Anyway, here's a quickie verdict. It was just

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-6610468756856699652007-07-04T11:59:00.001+01:002007-07-04T11:59:44.849+01:00

It could be considered a compliment. If I was, you know, desperate or something. An old flame recently re-offered himself to me and it got me thinking. I admit I saw it coming... He at least had the decency to lay out a week long preamble before trying. It was once faintly tempting ( I am human after all), but...looking at it from a moral and historical background... No. Unfortunately it's an

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-29002010684634764622007-07-03T12:53:00.001+01:002007-07-03T12:53:19.355+01:00

I have a bunch of things on my mind right now, so there might be some excessive posting today. Bear with me. Just got this sexy new app: Windows Live Writer, which I use to post without opening Blogger, and dealing with my nosy colleagues looking at my blog. It also allows you to post in a Live Preview so you see how it would look published without refreshing and drafting. Cool, huh? Check it

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-80224717772848468692007-07-02T07:13:00.000+01:002007-07-03T08:34:04.943+01:00

Had a great weekend. That's just the best way to describe it. Well, not counting the fact that it started off with me getting drenched by the rain (check previous post), and somehow being convinced to buy a 3k top off-the-cuff, it ended up rocking. Saturday we had this 1st bday bash for a former classmate. I had actually planed to get out before the party but I'd stayed up till 3 or so watching

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-2325463376541742692007-06-29T16:27:00.000+01:002007-06-29T16:29:29.542+01:00

So, I'm cold. Friggin cold. I almost slept well last night, but I saw the rat around 1, and it ruined my night. Only got about 31/2 hours sleep in total.This week it's been raining like a ... I don't even know what to compare it with. Everyday, specifically, around 5, it starts raining like crazy. Which is made even more annoying by the fact that D wasn't available and I had to get to work

onydchicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21623807.post-81702734643090231172007-06-28T07:40:00.000+01:002007-06-28T16:51:26.568+01:00

i got this meme form pink-satin's pageFinish This SentenceI am...: irritated with the abject laziness of some of my colleaguesMy ex-boyfriend was...: er...Maybe I should....: go back to traditional painting!I love....: brainstorming with PhotoshopI don't understand.....why scary guys keep approaching me.I lost my....: ipod some months ago, and it still hurtsMy current boyfriend is....: not here

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I left my house at 5.30 this morning. Why? Cos of those dam rats! The instant i stepped into my room last night, there it was, ruing of the window in front my bed. I did nothing. Instead, I picked up the bag I dropped and walked out the way I came. My sis and I seriously contemplated telling my dad. But he was being his usual, charming self, complaining about pointless things, and succeeded in

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There are RATS in Anthony Village. I hate bloody rats. I mean, I'd always seen them popping in and out of some random gutter, but they came a little too close too home this past week. I came home last night and my dad was asking about the tiny pieces of wood by the screen door for the kitchen. I said termites. He said rats. Upon reflection, I saw he was right, and almost entered the wall with

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My GM just stopped by, and caressed my cheek. No problem, really, he does it to everyone. Except he’s (still) my GM.Everyone in my office has been paid, but me.I’m (still) broke.I’m (still) single.I (still) haven’t come up with a good idea for my website.I’m (still) craving pizza and ice-cream.I’ve (still) not lost any weight.I'm just posting this cos I (still) haven't satisfied my blogging 'fix'

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It’s been a bit. By my standards, anyway. The past few days have been spent at a sort-of impromptu Microsoft Sharepoint training. Which was actually going on during a nationwide strike. Yeah, Nigeria was on strike. Again. Because the price of fuel was increased. Again. It wasn’t so bad really, those 3 days were days of bliss. No-one was going to work, or anywhere for that matter, cos they thought

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