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« #128 on: November 05, 2009, 04:06 PM » |
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i saw a nollywood actor infront of my hall today. i dont know his name. he only acts cult parts. he was busy answering calls, infront on girls hostel, so we can come and oooh and ahhhhh over him. thank God no one did. why am i beefing now? ask me oh? is not like anyone is holding me from going to act in nollywood
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wow, this cyber cafe rocks. i just cant stop posting. i have been eyeing one fine usher in my church for long. yeaterday night i saw him talking to a girl infront of my hall, i was heartbroken, then as i wanted to pass, he actually called my name. he knows my name. fine usher knows my name. i was glad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111
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Without my friends
Lastweek in class, a girl was looking for someone so she came to me, and asked
‘do you know Sandra James* (not the real name)
I said I didn’t know the girl, then she went on to tell me of how the girl is in her seminar group and how the girl has never attended their meeting and how she does not know the girl with the name, finally she asked again.
‘are you sure you don’t know her, is she not one of those girls in your group’
I said no, and then she left. After she left, I thought about it, and realized the group she meant was like clique. I had thought she meant my seminar group, but having said the girl was in her group, I realized she meant my clique. I was so pissed, I felt like going after her to remind her I don’t keep cliques.
I have never been a clique person. I hate the word. I hate people that do cliques. I am used to doing my things alone. I treat everyone the same way. I hate people who expect preferential treatment from me, or regard themselves as my friends. I don’t do cliques, how could she say cliques. But then I realized much later, that change is the only constant thing. No matter how much I lie to myself, I actually do cliques these days. How could I? but I do. I go to school with a group of girls, come back with them, shop with them, read with them, gist with them, isn’t that the definition of cliques.
From primary school, when I did cliques, my mom would come to school, and give me a special seat in front and do everything possible to separate me from friends, cuz friends reduce my productivity. But now I realize, all of a sudden in university, I have become a clique person.
So I decided to go to school for two days without talking to my ‘clique’, I want to tell you how the two days went.
the cafe attendant wont leave my back. he is trying to be nice. i hate people over my shoulder. God pls send him away
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First day: I actually came to school with them. then cuz I don’t usually eat breakfast, I like to buy biscuit on my way to class. Imagine the scenario. These girls actually eat big plates of rice in their rooms before coming out, and still when I buy biscuit, they expect me to give one to each of them. so if I buy four biscuits, I end up giving one to each of them and eating just one. So for breakfast, they might have a plate of rice and biscuit while I have just one biscuit. Some of them actually have enough to say ‘no thanks’ when you offer but some always take it, so I stopped offering.
So cuz I stopped offering, this my friend made a habit of stealing biscuit from my bag. And when she does it, the others would act like she is right to take it, since I didn’t offer her while eating, imagine the nonsense. Anyway, so she did it on this day and I made sure she bought it back for me, and everyone was like ‘this girl, tufia!’ (they are not all so generous oh, they all just have the impression that I have too much so I can provide for the whole school) I got angry and asked them not to talk to me for the rest of the day.
Then as classes where going on, I couldn’t stop myself from talking to them, and all of them kept reminding me that I told them not to talk to me. at the end I had to beg them to talk to me, cuz the day was becoming too boring. So that’s it. My life without my friends is boring.
On a different note, these lecturers, only God knows what they were doing during the strike. They don’t want to release our results. And when I don’t see my results, I have no inspiration to read. They have released just two. I told you my grade on the other one. And the second one, the lecturer told me he has never seen me in his class before and he is subtracting twenty marks from me. he has said this to everyone who had a high score in his exam, he told me that when he is through with his subtraction, I’d have 59, which is a C. he hasn’t yet released the result, and I hope he is joking, cuz I have never missed his class. But if he tries it, then I am going to skip all his classes this semester. Nigerian universities eh!
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Second day: I have always been the last to finish in the morning, so they all gather at my room before we leave for school, but today my hair was giving me so much trouble so they left me. this was the first time I’d be going to school alone in a long time.
I was late to class but I had no will to hurry up, I was strolling: my friends would have made me run
When I got there, I stood outside, cuz the class was full: my friends would have made me go inside and somehow find a sit
Standing outside was boring so I went behind the class and started gisting with some of my class girls: if my friends where they, they would somehow make me stand outside and listen to the lecturer.
There were a group of girls outside, these kind of girls who wear dinner gowns to lectures, travel every weekend to their aristos(exaggerating now), fail virtually every exam, fixes eye lashes and knows every shade of eye shadow, attends every party in school, has dated every rich guy in school,(not judging, just explaining), those were the kind of girls I saw outside. I realized that without my friends, that might be the category I belong. Some people even say ‘before I came to know you, I thought you were…’ I don’t want to find out sha, if I am that kind of girl. I thank God for my friends. They might act stupid at times but they are god sent and they keep me focused
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I never talked about my birthday. Ok so
That day I woke up, cuz we live in different houses from my parents. but in the same state, (my kid sister attends a primary school thirty minutes away from where my parents stay. so they rented a house and we only go back home during some weekends and all holidays). so on that day I was at my parents place, while my sisters were in their house. and I was supposed to go back to school on that day.
When I woke up, I saw my mum, and I told her to say happy birthday and she actually sang it. Then my cousin sent me a stupid text that says ‘master tompolo, wishing you a happy birthday, I hope the amnesty program re-integrates you into a viable society’ such a silly boy, he says I am a militant. Anyway, my friends also sent me lots of texts at night. There was nooooooooooo boyfriend *sobs*
Later in the day, cuz it was a Saturday, I told my dad ‘today is my birthday’ and he said ‘oh, happy birthday’ and I was like ‘is that all’ and he said ‘hehe, do you want me to dance for you’ I was like ‘you’ve got to do something oh’. Later in the day he sha gave me money as I expected, and when it was time to leave he told his driver to drop me at my sisters place, since I told them I don’t enter public transport on my birthday. I told them I was going back to school that day but I didn’t go back that day, I went to the house where my sister’s stay
Then I took my kid sister to a fast food place and told her she could pick whatever she wanted. She was soooooooooo happy. Her happiness made my day. anyway she wanted to take everything… I let her. then I wanted to buy books cuz they sell books at the fast food place. But their books were so expensive. How can the sell a book for four thousand naira and an imitation of the same book for four hundred. I couldn’t just resist buying the fake. So I didn’t buy any books. I bought more stuff to eat, then we went home, and ate and ate and ate, but I didn’t drink. Clap for moi*
It was a nice day but no boyfriend* next year vals day, there still isn’t gonna be a boyfriend. Na wa oh. I think I would go to my village and start praying mountain of fire prayers for those people tying my boyfriend haha.
That reminds me, when I was coming back to school, there was this mountain of fire man beside me in the bus. He kept praying all through the journey, even when we were in the filling station, he was still like ‘die by fire, die by fire’ I was like hei… in my mind oh, I was like, guy wait now let us leave the filling station cuz if we start dying by fire in the petrol station…. ha
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Gist about carrot stick. Carrot stick is not a serious person at all. And I was even planning to kiss him by the end of the year. I wont! Thank God I haven’t. I would find a new kissing buddy.
Yes, and there is this my friend, he is really sweet. He is coming back to school today, and we have been talking through out the strike, and his lips are just so sexy, all my friends say so too. I have been dying for him for years now. You know how you would like someone so much that you are scared of dating the person for fear of spoiling everything.
Then my friends were like ‘you like this guy so much why don’t you say yes’ and I was like ‘you wont understand, I just like him tooooo much to say yes’
But now, the like has somehow cooled down sha. There was a night I almost kissed him, two years ago, and at the dying moment, when his face was almost on mine, I turned away. Turned away. Oh God, I made so many wise decisions when I was younger. Do I grow more stupid when I grow older or what.
Cuz right now, I can’t turn away from cool, sweet, sexy, delicious, sure he brushed his mouth, lips so close to mine. Now I can’t just turn my face away. Now. That’s why I totally avoid those kind of situations.
Anyway, see what I am saying. Who would believe they made me an assistant cell leader again today. I don’t too much gbadun the post sha but I just believe that where ever you are, you should be working for God somehow, and if the post means I am working for God, it’s really not that of a big deal, so I took it, and atleast it makes me more than just a church member.
Okay so this is me, pastor Bright, signing off. Remain holy my children, and dwell in the lord, don’t be going about kissing boys or planning to, because that would not my help you at all my child. Even if you kiss, kiss small small, maybe on the cheeks, yes cheeks, and very small for mouth, but don’t let him anywhere near your neck, and please even if he does, don’t let him go further than that. If he does, there is trouble. As for the guys, kiss small small. Slow and steady wins the race. Remain steadfast until I return. Selah!
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« #135 on: November 10, 2009, 04:14 PM » |
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they pushed you down, my baby. without fear or favor. na wa oh
i've been busy
we reached out my school with 4000 copies of rhapsody
i'd come back with gist
it was just more than fun
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« #136 on: November 12, 2009, 04:47 PM » |
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i read down down down. old diaries. i saw interesting things, but 3 diaries really interested me. i'd tell you about them.
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« #137 on: November 12, 2009, 04:55 PM » |
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I like him, I like him, I soooooooooo like him
He smokes, I like him
He drinks, I like him
Plays with his studies, I like him
Believes marriage is a necessary evil, I still like him
Any other guy, I would have hated him
Why isn’t it our choice, the person we like?
He drops his glass of Guiness small stout, and takes a long puff from his cigarette.
And he says to me ‘do you believe this is necessary’
I smiled ‘anything you believe is necessary, is necessary’
I felt it was true. Once we thought something was necessary, that’s the moment it became necessary to us. Besides, he had his whole world, condemning his lifestyle, condemnation never helped anyone. Besides, judge not, so you not be judged.
He interrupts my thoughts: ‘Is it just me, or you really are this cunning. You carefully navigate around every question, careful not to commit your words’
‘you really want me to tell you if you if your lifestyle is right or wrong’
He nodded
‘I can’t’
‘why’
‘I can’t’ I repeated ‘if you think it is, then it is’ and really I believed it. Sometimes we just have to do what to do to keep sane. No matter how pathetic it might look to the person next door, you must do what you have to do to keep sane. Maybe I believed it more, cuz I really like him
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Replies expected of you.
I have been observing recently, that in my school, there are some questions which despite what you really feel, already have patronizing replies fashioned out for them.
A guy in final year Engineering died during the strike
You might feel: final year Engineering? Poor boy! Whatever
You must say: Final year, what a pity, imagine all the money his parents spent from first to final year, all wasted.
An NYSC member died on a road accident on the way to reporting to his primary assignment
You might feel: I hate NYSC, travelling so far on bad roads, now I just hate it more
You must say: NYSC?, such bad luck, after all the suffering through university, annoying lecturers, clearance, school fees, just to die at NYSC, his parent would feel so terribly heart broken.
Look that guy over there, the one with black sun shades, he is in my class and he is blind
You might feel: just how does a blind person decide to come and bear all the suffering in University of Naija
You must say: (even though he is ugly) and he is so handsome, oh god, how can a handsome person like that be, blind.
Please you just have to find a way of reading this, forgive my hand writing
You might feel: forgive your writing. It looks like where an earth worm is squirming from salt. How can a university undergraduate manage to write so badly.
You must say: it’s not so bad my dear, I’d read it.
You are ravishingly hungry after the days lectures and you buy a plate of rice, and comes back to the room to meet your roommate whose first words are ‘I am so hungry’
You might feel: didn’t you pass food on your way back from school, now you would eat mine, and still eat yours.
You must say: come and join me.
Your class mate hands you a magazine and says proudly ‘I wrote the article on page 19’. You read page 19
You might feel: what kind of childish writing is this, do you think you are still in primary school
You must say:(you must look into her eager for praise eyes, and say) wow! You have a talent.
Look at that girl over there. That quite one. She is so intelligent oh. She is in my class, all her results are just A’s
You might feel: why must you people always blow another person’s trumpet, why do you always refuse to talk about your own results.
You must say: wow! And she looks so quite. These quite people are usually intelligent.
I just fixed my nails. See!
You might feel: gosh, what are these? Crooked nails and violent colors. Did you do it yourself. Babe, you have just dirtied your nails. Why can’t you just let your nails be, you don’t even have natural nails any more.
You must say: who fixed it for you? She’s good
see! I have decided to start putting on trousers this semester
You might feel: Hypocr…, it was this same you who said that a girl shouldn’t put on what belongs to a man. So all the while you were eyeing us. And this trouser you are wearing. What kind of a shapeless trouser is this. Had it been you started on time…
You must say: awww! And you look so good on it. Or it looks so good on you. (whichever way it first comes out of your mouth)
see, I just made Ghana weaving
You might feel: oh God help me, her hairline has completely disappeared, when would she stop
You must say: (maybe out of pity on how drawn her face is from pain) beautiful! Fine girl.
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firstly, i am not sure the girl speaks english. i keep asking her if they do night browsing and she keeps smiling. secondly, she doesnt know when someone is in a hurry. her own is juat to paint her face, wear her coat and stretch her legs lazily and if you tell her 'one hour' she would start to cut the paper slowly with scisscors as if she is doing wedding design.
i would stop here, cuz she seems like a nice girl finally
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How do we often turn out to be the people we hate.
See how I spent my Friday. Fridays are lecture free for me. so I had my bath and planned going to the library.
On my way to the library, I went to check my result that was released on Thursday.
I got a C, I felt so bad. There were 9 A’s. my friend got a B, what the hell landed me in a C. anyway, I got curious to know the people that got all the A’s so I went to my class, copied people’s reg. numbers and came back to check.
I noticed that all these people that do I too know and ask too much stupid questions in class, and everyone just assumes they are smashing A’s, most of them are just big time olodos. Seriously!
I saw some peoples results, that at a time I started laughing, someone got 8 out of 70, and 9 out of 30. How possible is that?
Even I got 39 out 70, and 15 out of 30. How possible is that. The exams were very easy, but in the university, you keep getting yourself ready for surprises. I haven’t been reading since I came back cuz my other results have been good, maybe this is the inspiration I need.
Next I’d tell you how I spent my Friday afternoon
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« #141 on: November 14, 2009, 12:30 PM » |
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Friday afternoon I had a cold date with my neighbor. I told my friends I had two dates on Friday, a cold, and a hot date.
That my neighbor I told you about, when I was at home. Yeah him, we go to the same school. He told me since Monday, and kept reminding me every day that we’d go out on Friday. So I agreed.
Okay so this foolish boy took me to the zoo. Gosh!
Okay someone has once taken me to the zoo in my first year, but the guy was in the dept of Vet medicine and he wanted to have the date close to his dept cuz he still had lectures that evening. And the zoo then had more animals, and wasn’t smelling so bad.
Okay, the zoo on Friday was just horrible.
The whole place was over grown, all the animals looked hungry and smelly. Me, I am of the school of thoughts that wild animals shouldn’t be caught and caged. It is better for them to die out in the wilds, that be confined in a cage for the rest of their lives. what kind of life is that. Being sent to prison without a crime.
Anyway, God created them for us, so we can do anything with them, but sometimes I just forget they are animals, and it is depressing to see them so lonely and hungry in cages. The gorillas won’t even have the sex they love so much. The chimpanzee was so smelly, he didn’t have hair on his butt and his balls were so large. It was so disgusting to watch.
Gosh, the zoo is a depressing place. I saw alligators and crocodiles in water so dirty it had turned green. And the water was so small for so many alligators. The zoo is depressing!!!!
I hate keeping animals, even dogs. I just believe every animal should be kept in the land of animals. A dog with thousands of other dogs, just like human beings live. My sister keeps a rabbit, it fell sick and she went and bought another one, and last week my mom called one morning and told me soldier ants came at night and ate the poor rabbit. My sisters do not live in the same house with my mum, so she had left the sick one for my mum, and taken the healthy one. I asked her if she’d told my sister, she said yes, that she was laughing.
When I was asking her why she was keeping a rabbit, they said I didn’t have feelings for anything. Is this how you have feelings for animals. Anyway I laughed too, I never liked the rabbit, it ran too much and startled me too much. Last month a car hit our dog, and it died, I laughed too, I never liked the dog, it followed me too much.
Or maybe I never thought I liked it until it was dead, cuz after his death I missed him.
He always loved human company, he really loved my brother and his friends. The way he liked to follow them everywhere, you would think he was human. And he loved listening to music on my brother’s phone. I hated that cuz when I imagine that phone in his ear and on my hand. My brother treated him like human, fed him from his plate. I had to be very careful the plates I used. That dog made me uncomfortable in my own house.
But I loved him cuz he never made me wish I could take him to the land of animals and give him a good life. He loved human beings. We have one dog left now. This one is very quiet and skinny and everyone hates it, hope it grows fat because the other one who used to terrorize it is gone.
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« #142 on: November 14, 2009, 12:32 PM » |
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Friday evening. From the zoo, my neighbor took me to a nice hotel. We ate at the restaurant.
At the restaurant, I noticed this. I like nice guys, but I don’t like guys that over do it.
This is what my neighbor did (and we took a sit very far from where they were serving the food oh)
What would you eat? I said fried rice
What would you drink? I said fanta
He left to get it. Then he came back to tell me there was no fried rice. I said jollof rice.
He came back again to ask me if I wanted moi-moi
He came back again to ask if I wanted fish or meat
He came back again to ask if he should get canned fayrouz instead of fanta
All to which I said no. it was so annoying and embarrassing. People could see him going to and fro, just to ask me stuff, and I was beginning to look as if I had charmed him oh.
When I said meat, he knew I meant beef, yet he bought me chicken. After eating the chicken, he took it from my plate and ate the bones. In his mind, I know he’d be like ‘why is this girl forming with my chicken’ but then do you have to eat the one I remained to prove it.
He was every bit like carrot stick. Gosh! Absolutely over-nice yet irritating.
Okay so it wasn’t a nice date sha, and when I was there, my fine lips guy called me. (gosh, this guy is so killing me softly, I can’t even write about it)
After the date with my neighbor, my fine lip guy told me he was in front of my hostel, and my neighbor was seeing me back to my hall. I didn’t want both of them to meet. So after picking his call I asked my neighbor very politely if he intended getting to my hall, and he said ‘okay, let me stop here’
He is a good boy finally oh, cuz he heard
when I answered the call and knew what was happening. Some other person might have wanted to feign ignorance and say he would get to my hall. But the issue here is, I just discharged a guy to meet another one. I hate guys that do that. When did I become such a person?
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« #143 on: November 14, 2009, 12:34 PM » |
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Friday night, was with my fine lips boyfriend. He is my boyfriend for the month so we better find him a name. a nice name, cuz I am so in love with him. I want him, but I can’t have him. What name do you give such a person. Something you want but cant have. we’d think about that. I want to go there but I can’t.
So I met him outside my hall, and once again we went to that smoking drinking place. Oh, I can’t even write about him cuz there is a lot of emotions involved here.
Okay, my friends and family say I can never love anyone, but my friends and family have confirmed I really love this one. He just makes time stop. Oh, I just can’t tell how. Spending time with him, even in the midst of smoke and noise is just like being in heaven.
Okay my friends and family say when I finally fall for someone, I would fall so head over heels. But I am sha still with my senses oh, it’s just when I am with him, oh god, I wish I could say what it does to me. I wish.
You want to know why I can’t have him?
Okay. See our conversation.
‘what are you doing tonight. I want us to go to town, go clubbing, stay there till morning…’
With who? Me! I can’t. I just can’t. it is not just in me to. Go clubbing in town, my friends and roommates would turn in their sleeps… haha, if I do something like that. Not to talk of my parents. I can’t just leave school like that at night, anything could happen at night. There are girls that do it so freely, but if it’s not in you, it is not in you. So I said nah.
But a more real reason is that I can’t decide if I should trust him. I have known him long enough to trust him but I just can’t, and it annoys him. But it’s just like I have lost my trusting ability. How do you then love without trust.
He said he planned clubbing that night. His friends kept calling him but he cancelled it cuz I said no. how long would he cancel.
Then he asked again. ‘what of going somewhere for the weekend, somewhere far from the school…’ all these questions just made me laugh cuz he should already know that the answer would be no. how can I say ‘I agreed to travel with you for the weekend but I don’t agree to have sex with you during the weekend’
Gosh, so this is me, losing him. Something I want so badly. We’ve known ourselves for a long time now. He told me.
In 2006, your reply to everything I said was ‘I love you with the love of God’
In 2007 it was ‘lyrics’
2008 was ‘odiegwu’
2009 was ‘interesting’
Cuz now he would be like ‘I just like being with you’
And me ‘interesting’
But you guys would never understand what this guy is doing to me. maybe one day I would be collected enough to tell it all but today, just know that, I have never known a more perfect person. If I follow him anywhere I could do anything. So I won’t. oh god!
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« #144 on: November 14, 2009, 12:36 PM » |
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I was reading down down down the journal section, and as I said earlier, three diaries got my attention. I didn’t get the name of the diaries but I know the names of the writers.
First was moth-light: her diary was hilarious, and so many things she said… anyway, at a time she said she would soon be collecting money for phone sex, that really got my rolling with laughter. And I was having a lecture, and reading it with phone so I just kept laughing in class and people were asking what? Why did she abandon the diary, it was good while it lasted. Is that how I would abandon mine one day.
Second was amymia who had just 0 posts and claimed that if nobody called her she was going to commit suicide. The fact that she had 0 post makes me wonder if she committed suicide. If she did, then I don’t think she is a Nigerian. If she didn’t, then I hope someone called her, and hope she is happy now. And hope she doesn’t take suicide as a solution to anything.
I can’t remember the third persons name, I can’t even remember what she wrote again. I think it was mosiate or something like that. She was interesting yet she stopped. I saw other diaries. Some interesting, others just there.
Anyway, the other day, I was reading zechariah 8:23 : ‘in those days, ten men from all languages and nations would take firm hold of one jew by the robe and say ‘let us go with you because we have heard that the lord is with you’ I noticed that bible passage at home, and I started confessing it, cuz I so much loved it. Of course you know that we are the jews of the knew testament so I knew the bible was talking about me. and I kept confessing it.
Yesterday, the clique thing happened again. I was going back from school with a friend when another girl from my class came. The girl and I just started talking recently, I don’t know how come. So when the girl came, she said to my friend ‘you are looking hot these days’. My friend said thanks.
Then the girl said ‘you were not looking this hot last semester, it is since you joined this clique that you started looking like this, it’s like I too would come and join and start looking hot’.
Her comment made me think of the bible verse I quoted earlier. So long as my click isn’t known for prostitution, or lesbianism or what most girl cliques are known for. it isn’t so bad having a clique, is it?
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Being in love, is being unproductive.
He hasn’t called for a day and I feel he hasn’t called for a day and his number is not available, and I can’t do anything but think what’s up with him.
The is the part where I bone him cuz I can’t afford to be this vulnerable. Nah, how can one person have so much power over another. I can’t even write about him.
Anyway, I said several months ago that I if I had 6months to live, I’d like to find out what grade I had in natural science. The result came out last week. I had a B. It’s fair enough considering I really hated the course, it’s bad cuz all my friends got A.
One of my friends is so cold to us, cuz our results are better than hers. And she is making it so obvious. The first step to failure is comparing yourself with other people. she had different friends in first year and cuz their results weren’t good, she left them and now her results are better, but not excellent, and instead of her to be happy and work harder she is busy comparing and contrasting. She refuses to lend me textbooks…
Seriously, my results are declining anyway… I don’t want to talk about them for now, maybe later. Anyway, my friends patronized me a lot last semester, they persuade me about her good a text book is, and when I buy, they would all fail to buy theirs and start borrowing from me, so this semester I bluntly refused to buy any textbooks and I am watching myself drive them crazy. Some refuse to lend me textbooks, forgetting I have been the one doing all the lending since first year. You see… anyway
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« #146 on: November 18, 2009, 05:48 PM » |
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Okay, there is this very fine boy flirt in my class. He has attempted to chat me up a couple of times but the way I watch girls ogle him every day is just a big turn off.
He actually told me once that I act like everyone is beneath my level, then he stopped talking to me. I wasn’t that interested in him sha. But recently, not only did he get finer, he started again. Yesterday, he came and asked to see the novel I was reading (I know when someone wants to be noticed), and then after school, I was walking behind him, then he stopped and was talking to a girl, and when I came to pass, with my friends, he held my hand, and I thought he just wanted to shake it, so I shook him, and after shaking him, he still held me hand, opened my palms, and guesses what he put inside…*drum rolls please*
I know you want me to say engagement ring haha. It was chocolate. I said thanks and left. My friends were all like, what was that fine boy telling you. And I was like ‘fine boy gave me sweet’ and one of my friends suddenly got angry and was like
‘you eh, make sure you marry for love, because the way you like fine boys’
And later she told me ‘why are you so crazy about fine boys, maybe your dad and your brother are not fine’
Can you imagine the insults. My brother is finer than her oh…
I was shocked.
Firstly, fine boys like to flirt and I like to flirt, that’s just where we click, secondly, it wasn’t like I was the first to talk to the boy, thirdly, I just like to play with fine boys who first want to play with me. why is she now talking to me like I was chyking the fine boy.
Anyway all these happened three days ago, then yesterday I didn’t see fine boy, then today I saw fine boy, he was saying hi, but I pretended not to notice, so he came into class, flirted with every girl available, and now I am deeply interested in Fine boy cuz I am jealous.
As for my fine lips who I am crazily in love with, I have just decided to get interested in a lot of other guys to reduce my feelings for him, cuz if I keep on like this, I’d die after a week.
As for my friends, who cares what they think! I have found a very large and loud earpiece and I play music 24/7 on it, so I can’t even hear when people say Hi, talk more of when they say nonsense.
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seasons
« #147 on: November 18, 2009, 06:11 PM » |
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harmattan is here. my roomate are laughing at me cuz i was praying for harmattan. i hate it now eh! it is so coooooold. i have a test tomorrow, i havent read a thing.
this cafe people are really mad. imaging the guy asking me to tell him the truth if i used time to browse. when ddi i now learn how to log on without buying time. anyway i blame myself for coming to their stupid cyber cafe
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i am so sad
i cried today
his number isn't still recheable
i dont even know if he is
, dead.
i didn't cry cuz of him anyway
i cried cuz i spoilt my laptop
i think i'd rant in my blog. read it there
i am in no mood to rant here
or to leave a link to my blog
i might not even rant in my blog. i am still crying
its been long i cried
now i am thinking of Brandy's 'have you ever'
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« #149 on: November 19, 2009, 06:10 PM » |
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i have noticed there are so many typos here
bear with me
sometimes i type while my mind is so far away
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no gist
« #150 on: November 21, 2009, 07:04 PM » |
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just missing it, it. wgat do you think it is. nice weekend everyone
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« #151 on: November 22, 2009, 06:17 PM » |
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i am happy now. just exchanging vague messages with fine lips boyfriend on facebook. it's been long i visited other sections of NL. I would do that now, but i wont be dropping comments sha oh, just reading, unless it gets too interesting
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gosh
« #152 on: November 22, 2009, 06:37 PM » |
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i didnt enjoy it. maybe cuz i was kind of in a hurry. where the mess is Sisikill.
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