First Rant

Sometimes, I attack my life with so much logic and calculations. Like I could predict the next step that sleazy mofo is about to take and most times, I'm hardly wrong. I have a 98.9% accuracy level.

My experiences are not useless, I should apply them each time I'm dealing with someone new. I look for even the slightest trait that I have observed in a prior individual and analyse the present one with the information in hand. Like I said, most times I'm hardly wrong.


I don't see the point of having a wealth of experience if it does not influence my present decisions and make me a better person. No, I do not walk around carrying a baggage of hurt, betrayal and pain but I am very well aware that I have carried them, thought they do not weigh me down.

I know that the guy who is too quiet and calm has some alterior motives.

The guy who is too quick (I'm talking days!) to use terms of endearment (e.g. cutie, dearie, sweetie pie), should not be trusted. He'll say it to just about every other girl, it means nothing, nada, zilch to him.

The guy who gets too touchy with me and still wants to be with me....isn't really interested in being with me

The friend who is has a dictionary of excuses...isnt really a friend


I could go on and on...I'm done giving excuses for these people whose actions have already been premeditated by my past experiences. I dont think I'm making generalizations. I am merely making selections and applying them to present situations, more often than not; they fit.

What about giving people a chance to prove themselves?

I have nothing against that but if I see a trait I have seen before,I should thank my experience for helping me and nudging me along the way

What brought about this my rant sef?

O.K! I went to this dude's house who is always trying to make a move and at the same time asking me to be his girlfriend. He is my kind of person but dude just cant keep his hands to himself. Each time I go there, he is always hard. (Don't blame me for looking, its hard not to notice the small something sticking out.) I tell myself that he can change because I kinda like him... This last time I went, I changed my mind, dude almost raped me! So I concluded that If my experience cant help me then I'm just letting it go to waste. I have seen his type before so why postpone an oncoming revelation that is staring me in the face! Unless he gets what his body is lusting after, he'll never calm down enough to get to know me. That, of course, would be the last time I step into his house because he most definitely isn't interested in my pretty face or smile, just my vagigi


I wish I could find a guy that's truly celibate. That's all I need right now.

Correct me, If I'm wrong



Current Listen - Impossible by Shontelle (Loving this song!)

Getting a Help

We are about to get a houseboy/housegirl! Yay! I am pretty excited. So excited that I even fantasize about it. The last time we had one, I was too small to even remember. For a while now, I have been an executive house girl. Oh I look good outside, but you need to see me on the inside; scrubbing pots, pans and floors, scrubbing toilets (with my bare hands o) and bathrooms.I fantasize about me lounging and sipping cocktail while watching ekaette do all the work.

Its about time . From all the washing, my nails stopped growing because they kept on breaking, I couldn't fix my nails either because they would break with my natural nails, I couldnt even paint my nails because water would wash them away. All these is about to end ! Halleluyah!!!

On another note, I have 3 followers already (Thank u oh!). I hope I have as much as my last blog

Today is Sunday, would be going to Church. I feel disconnected from my church, its been getting very political lately and the word level does nothing for my life. I want to go to Mountain of Fire, I need serious prayers. Whether MFM or not, I just need to change my church. This will be kind of hard, seeing a its a family church and I follow my parents to church...

I'm done watching Season 6 of Desperate housewives (in 2 days).Loved it.





Food For Thought If a guy (your supposed boyfriend o) doesnt want to put up a picture (on facebook of course) where he's kissing ur cheek, does this call for concern? I mean, he does not have a problem putting up every other picture of both of us except this one. Does this call for my Sherlock Holmes hat? or I'm I just being unnecessarily petty.

Broken Wings

I pour my love in –
Letting poetry, emotions, heart & soul fly;
Free to sing arias to the gods.
Body and voice soaring above the clouds,
Free, happy and full of light.

My lover builds walls
[of circumstance, timing, age, location, and cultural difference]
higher than my love can climb.

Breaking my heart and cracking my soul with the effort,
I float down to earth on broken wings, walking alone once again.

Years Pass.

Without warning, he comes knocking, then begging for my love once again.
The words I longed to hear, the touch I craved to feel, the vows that I needed –
Then.

Uttered now –
Imploring in hushed whispers with pleading eyes.
He asks me to fly again and to let my voice free.

He wants my love, my heart, my soul –
Now.

My voice is silent. My soul is cracked.
I walk alone, with broken wings.

My heart is in the hands of another –
But what will it be?

Arias to the gods or the sound of breaking glass?
How many cracks can one soul hold?

At least alone there is ground beneath my feet.

Numero Uno

My First Kiss - I must have been 13. I was in SS1 and he was in SS3, he had a girlfriend. It was nothing like I thought it would be, there was saliva flying everywhere, teeth gnashing. I exaggerate, it wasn't that bad. Too much saliva though


My First Heart Break - I was 13+, he was 24. Go figure


My First Love - My first love is now my ex, I yearn for that feeling again.


My First Post - Today