tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91987763293037366172023-11-15T07:41:02.585-08:00The Curious Case of the Boy with Too Much HeartAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-24624070217753329172011-06-06T13:05:00.000-07:002011-06-06T13:05:06.838-07:00On Betrayal<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Jude leaves the disciples on Sabbath evening for a night on the town. He’s tired of Peter and John being picked for all the special assignments, and is seriously considering handing in his Disciple’s Badge of Eternal Glory. Before that, however, he considers that all he might really need might be a chick, so he goes to ‘Ye Olde Jerusalem Inn’. He’s wearing his best Eb & Enezer robes (which he bought from cunning disciplary budget manipulations). In short, he is the bomb (unfortunately, incendiary devices have not been invented yet, so he doesn’t think of himself as that).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">So he swaggers up to the bar and requests some Cana Wedding Wine (that shit just won’t finish). While he’s sipping the Jesus juice, a girl enters in. Jude’s drink begins to slip from his fingers. This girl is FINE. She looks round the bar and her eyes meet his. She disdainfully looks away and Jude serial kills (no he doesn’t go around killing people, he hangs his head dejectedly) and goes on sipping the wine. Being Jesus juice, it keeps on filling back up. He’s already stupid drunk when he sees two overlapping beauties coming towards him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Hi” they say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“How’re y’all girls doing?” Jude slurs</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">A finger presses into his temple and he suddenly feels acutely sober. And empty. He looks up, suddenly alert, at the singular girl that had disdained him earlier.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“How’d you...?!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Be quiet and let’s quit this joint”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Where d’you wanna go?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Your place, my place, anyplace but here”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Well, I ain’t got a chariot, but my mule’s right outside” Jude says.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Let’s go”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">So they go to her house because Jude is so not into seeing any of the other disciples at the moment. She has some really trendy gear. Her water barrel’s made from the finest alabaster. Her recliners are in true Roman fashion – covered in fine damask. And she has a full length looking-glass! Damn this chick’s got it good, thought Jude. Fuck it I’ve got it good. (Not sure if the word ‘fuck’ had passed into general Judean lingo, but you get the idea.) How lucky can a guy get?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She went in for a shower (yeah I know, I know) while a servant washed Jude’s feet and led him to an already prepared table. Choice meats seasoned with the most exotic smelling spices adorned the table. Freshly baked bread stood beside a platter of equally fresh fruit. Jude couldn’t believe his luck.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She walked in. She was stunning, wearing a stola of woven wind, linen so sheer Jude could see her in her entirety through it. He was gobsmacked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“You like?” she said, her voice dripping with lust. It was all he could do to bundle his garments over his rapidly expanding man-bits. He managed this and twisted in the recliner – ostensibly to make himself more comfortable, but she giggled so he knew she was well aware of her effect on him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She sat at the table and they ate – or at least she did. Jude had trouble coordinating his numerous misbehaving faculties in the presence of this amazing woman. He realised he didn’t even know her name. He asked her and she just laughed at him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Even if I did tell you you’d forget it before morning”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Try me.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She told him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Then she jumped on him.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She felt even better than she looked. Her full soft breasts were tipped with rather large, very hard nipples. Jude called on distant memories of stories he’d heard when he was a lad, stories of how men were supposed to please women, the type of stories that were only spoken in hushed voices so that adults nearby wouldn’t overhear. He needn’t have bothered. She was an amazing lover, and all he had to do was follow her lead.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">He was almost spent when she spoke again. She had straddled him, and was riding him roughly, those amazing breasts bouncing up and down uncontrollably.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“I need you to do something.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“What?” Jude replied. At that point he would have done absolutely anything.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Betray the teacher.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“Huh?!” Anything but that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“I know you’re tired of going around with him. All you have to do is tell the Pharisees where to find him – but it has to be before Pesach.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“And what gives you the idea I’d ever betray the teacher?” Jude asked.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She ground him so deep into her that he temporarily left his body, looked at himself, made a victory sign and said “this is AWESOME!” before sinking back into himself. By this time he had poured himself out to her, physically and psychically, agreeing in his mind to her proposal without thinking it through. He was hers, and there was nothing he could do about it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">In later years Jude would probably wonder if there was any way he could have refused her. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. After Jude came, she continued to ride him until she was sated. Then she stood up and went to sit in her cathedra, before her looking glass, still gloriously naked, her skin suffused with the afterglow of passion. Jude looked up from his still prone position on the recliner and wanted another serving. He said so.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“First we must plan,” she said.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">So they did.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I won’t bore you with what happened next, as you should know that story full well. Jude betrayed the teacher and walked away from the scene with 30 silver pieces and the girl of his dreams. Until the enormity of what he’d done hit him. He’d been with the teacher three years. In that time he’d learnt more about being good than he had in all the preceding years of his life. He’d become popular, and respected, and respect was something accountants rarely got.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">And he’d betrayed the teacher over pussy. He suddenly felt a hole grow in his soul. Bigger and bigger it grew, until he could no longer think clearly. He couldn’t see what was in front of him. He ran back to the priests and threw the silver down in front of them. He was gone before they could say a word, running through the night. She was still with him. Teasing, taunting, urging him on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">“You killed him!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Gone was the sultry seductress – this version of her accused him unabashedly. Her eyes were bulging, nostrils flared, lips pursed, arms akimbo. He realised he was terrified of her. He wanted her to go away, tried to hit her, but she wasn’t in front of him. She was in his head, his heart, his soul. He kept running.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">The other disciples saw him. They weren’t together. They had scattered with the capture of the teacher, but they accused him just as bitterly as she had. Peter had screamed, James had yelled, John had cried, Bartholomew had cursed him, and each had railed at him as bad as the next. But none compared to her voice in his head. He wanted to tell her it was her idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to it. Guilt overwhelmed him. He ran into a field, tripped over a stone, split his head on a rock, and died.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">She poured his glass of Cana wine over him, and lit him with a stare. Then she walked away, pitchfork in hand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-77173716315148880282011-06-06T13:00:00.000-07:002011-06-06T13:00:21.064-07:00Erm...My stories usually go on my other blog, but since I've built up a sequence over there I don't want to break it. My next post is a story I started about two years ago and finally finished this evening.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-52027323948858614342011-05-07T15:39:00.000-07:002011-05-07T15:39:40.137-07:0025 Question TagGot this from <a href="http://www.mynewhitmanwrites.com/">Myne Whitman</a>. Pass it on...<br />
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1. Do you have any pets?<br />
No<br />
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2. Name 3 things that are physically close to you.<br />
Laptop, blackberry, HTML5 For Dummies (hope I get around to reading it).<br />
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3. What's the weather like right now?<br />
No idea. I'm safely ensconced in my warm room. I guess it's a bit chilly outside though<br />
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4. Do you drive? If so have you crashed?<br />
No.<br />
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5. What time did you wake up this morning?<br />
Around 7. I didn't roll out of bed until an hour and a half after though.<br />
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6. When was the last time you showered?<br />
This morning.<br />
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7. What was the last movie you saw?<br />
Thor. Great supporting cast - Chris Hemworth just had to be buff.<br />
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8. What does your last text message say?<br />
It's a Direct Message alert. And the DM was spam anyway.<br />
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9. What's your ringtone?<br />
It's called Zen. It's on because I can't be bothered to change it.<br />
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10. Have you ever been to a different country?<br />
Erm... Yes. Born in London, raised in Lagos, been to France, Holland and Ghana.<br />
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11. Do you like sushi?<br />
Raw fish? Please. I'm Nigerian. We like our food well cooked!<br />
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12. Where do you buy your groceries?<br />
Sainsbury's. It's just down the road so I hardly bother to go anywhere else.<br />
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13. Have you ever taken medication to help you fall asleep faster?<br />
No. I know I'll eventually sleep.<br />
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14. How many siblings do you have?<br />
1 brother<br />
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15. Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?<br />
Laptop<br />
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16. How old will you be turning on your next birthday?<br />
26<br />
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17. Do you wear contacts or glasses?<br />
Glasses, considering surgery.<br />
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18. Do you color your hair?<br />
Nope.<br />
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19. Tell me something you are planning to do today.<br />
Sleep. Today's over.<br />
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20. When was the last time you cried?<br />
Can't remember the last time I really cried, but I'm always shedding the odd tear. I'm often sad nowadays.<br />
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21. What is your perfect pizza topping?<br />
Meh. I hardly have pizza.<br />
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22. Which do you prefer-hamburgers or cheeseburgers?<br />
Neither. I usually go for a chicken burger.<br />
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23. Have you ever had an all-nighter?<br />
Yep. Haven't in a while though. I once pulled an all-nighter to watch the entire American Pie series.<br />
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24. What is your eye color?<br />
Brown<br />
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25. Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke?<br />
No. Don't drink either any more anyway.<br />
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Okay. That's me done. Over to you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-70207781167959517962011-03-30T14:44:00.000-07:002011-03-30T14:44:48.860-07:00On FL Studio.I was a rapper. Actually I am a rapper. I started rapping a quite a few years ago - more than a decade ago to be honest, but I didn't take it seriously for a while. When I did begin to take it serious I realised there was something I needed - beats. I had all these ideas in my head but they couldn't become songs until they had the boom-bap of drums with a few notes laid over them now, could they?<br />
I wasn't too bothered by my lack of instrumentation in those days, as I was still in school and saw music as something for a future which at that time seemed far far away. I ended up joining a group and becoming one of the main attractions in said group - for my un-rapper-like looks and my rapid, staccato delivery, a combination which still makes people go wow when they first hear me (the novelty wears off rather quickly though)<br />
Anyway, we had a few beat courtesy of an in house producer (there wasn't 4shared.com in those days so we couldn't download beats to freestyle on), so we were doing pretty well. Then one day I saw our in-house producer at work (His name is WazBeat, and you ought to know him if you're a Naija music fan). He was using a piece of software called Fruity Loops, and I think it was version 3.5. I was fascinated.<br />
Over the course of my time in Ife I started making beats - and WazBeats sort of drifted away from the group (he was never an active member, just our beat-source). So I became our in house producer. I cringe when I listen to the beats I made those days.<br />
Fast forward a few years and I'm still using FL Studio, version 9 now. Version 10 just came out and I can't wait to get my grimy paws on it and go crazy with all the great new features. Things have really changed, and now I can't even remember life without Sytrus and Hardcore and all the external plug-ins I've added to it.<br />
I guess what I'm trying to say is FL changed my life, and I must admit I'm grateful. To every mac-based producer who pours scorn on we lowly PC people I say thanks for your condescension, it's only made Image-Line stronger.<br />
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Try out the new <a href="http://www.image-line.com/documents/news.php?entry_id=1301017795&title=fl-studio-10">FL Studio 10</a> - the latest FL Studio iteration. It just might be in you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-38137086502906762212011-03-30T04:29:00.000-07:002011-03-30T05:16:23.872-07:00DarknessIn a darkened crevice of my mind<br />
There hides a ray of sunshine<br />
A memory<br />
A recollection of a time<br />
When laughter came easy<br />
And life was sweet<br />
Well at least much sweeter than it is<br />
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In a darkened crevice of my heart<br />
There hides a flicker of joy<br />
A happiness<br />
So different from this moodiness<br />
Why won't it grow and fill my soul<br />
Or is it me<br />
That hides it from the sun?<br />
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In a darkened crevice of my spirit<br />
There hides a spark of holiness<br />
A zeal<br />
A passion for the truth of God<br />
A yearning to be like His son<br />
And live for Him<br />
And with him eventually eternallyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-85078794287500182782011-03-27T16:43:00.000-07:002011-03-27T16:43:10.131-07:00A Poem<div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I know not</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yet I continue to speak</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Am I ignorant?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Is that what you think of me?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But stop to think</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I am ignorant and yet speak</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Does it not tell you I do not care?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I feel not</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yet I tell you I love you</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Am I a monster?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Is that what you think of me?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But stop to think</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I am evil yet you cling to me</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Does it not tell you what you are?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I trust not</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Yet you try to know my heart</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Am I impossible?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But stop to think</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I can never trust you</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Does it not tell you we can't be?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I am not</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Not knower nor feeler nor truster</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Do I even exist?</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">But stop to think</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">If I care enough to tell you all this</div><div style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Does it not tell you that I love you?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-23490611407807971242011-03-21T08:08:00.000-07:002011-03-21T08:08:56.705-07:00On homophobia<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Before I begin, let me say that this blogpost is about male homosexuality. I have no opinion on lesbians.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm homophobic. I just wanted to make that clear. But I don't hate queers, I mean phobia as "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">an irrational, intense and persistent fear of certain situations, activities, things, animals, or people</span>". I'm terrified of being sexually assaulted by a dude. Nah scrap that. I'm terrified of even being chatted up by a dude. I get extremely uncomfortable. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">On the other hand I think people should and do have the right to shag whoever they please as long as the other party is in agreement. Just don't try to make me think I should like the idea that two dudes are 'doing the dirty', as one of my twitter followers so eloquently puts it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now I've made it perfectly clear I'm not gay or bisexual and am terrified of even accidentally becoming so. So I can move on.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It's weird the way we're fascinated with finding out who's homosexual or not. A few years back, a guy wearing skinny jeans would be classed gay, especially if he was black. It still happens once in a while. Now certain colours are associated with homosexuality. I'm as guilty as anyone - but now I have a valid reason to stop making that assumption.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've always liked the colour purple, but recently it's become something of an obsession. I can't see a nice-looking purple item in a store and not think 'I want that.' So much so that I've acquired a number of completely purple outfits one item at a time, as well as my by now overlooked purple framed prescription glasses (which I recently stopped wearing for no reason).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Now I mention how much I like purple and I get called gay. That's frankly ridiculous. There is a tendency to ascribe a certain lifestyle to gay people, but funny enough the man who is probably the most well known homosexual in the world, Sir Elton Hercules John, doesn't live it. Neither do most actually gay people, if I'm correct. I only know of two people who I could take one look at and class gay. They're both effeminate and extremely affectionate, and they both insist they're not gay. I'm inclined to believe them, and the reason is simple - you're not gay until your penis has penetrated another man's anus or vice versa (I'm retching as I write this). That's just the crudest way of putting it. All I'm saying is, it's sexual activity that determines sexual orientation, and fashion, lifestyle, and other things can only vaguely point to one's true orientation. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've seen many comments on twitter about the song "I need a doctor". It's been labelled gay so much I almost started to believe it was. But that brings me to another thing. Can't men love one another? Can't you feel so strongly about a dude without having the slightest sexual thought about that person? And is it wrong to tell that guy how important he is, and how much you cherish his friendship without being labelled a fag? These are just questions I ask myself when I get uncomfortable when dudes say "I love you man". Society has made us even more homophobic than we were before gay rights activists started telling us to stop being homophobic. I mean, if David and Jonathan were alive today the whole world would be buzzing with gay rumours. "Isreali Prince professes love to War hero" would be a likely headline. Or "Royal bromance." to use a word I absolutely hate. What happened to just being really good friends? Some still say they were in a gay relationship and quote David as saying <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">"very pleasant hast thou been unto me; wonderful was thy love to me, passing the love of women" (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">2 Samuel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">, 1:26). But is that any different from when modern black men say "homies over hoes"?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway I don't expect you to be really interested in the way my mind works. However I do expect some of the more narrow minded of you to call me gay for writing this, and thus prove my point.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-20256592810632573372011-03-08T03:19:00.000-08:002011-03-08T03:19:06.398-08:00Another, totally unrelated short rant<blockquote>"Those who came to welcome me, they branded as celebrating corruption. What a joke. They call me ex-convict; look, I won’t be the first and won’t be the last. Mandela was an ex-convict, Baba Awolowo was an ex-convict, and these are great men. They made it look like you being there, you are finished. If you don’t go through fire, you can never rise beyond mediocrity and ideology. You cannot!"</blockquote><blockquote>BODE GEORGE.</blockquote><br />
Erm. I don't know where to start tearing into this fool. I only ask that no one asks me to show respect or restraint, as he deserves neither one nor the other.<br />
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I think to get my head round the nerve of the 'man', I'll analyse his statement piece by piece, giving my opinion of said creature as I go along.<br />
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"Those who came to welcome me, they branded as celebrating corruption..."<br />
In August 2008, the EFCC under its head Farida Waziri arrested Olabode George in Lagos and arraigned him and four others on a 163 count-charge of conspiracy, disobedience to lawful order, abuse of office and alleged illegal award of contracts worth N84 billion while he was chairman of the NPA. After the trial had started, the EFCC reduced the charge to 63 counts. In October 2009, Bode George was found guilty and sentenced to jail for 30 months. The sentence was handed out by Justice Joseph Olubunmi Oyewole. The judge found the defendants guilty on 47 out of the 68 counts. The total sentences added up to 28 years, but the counts for disobedience to lawful order were ruled to run concurrently for six months, and the counts for contract inflation then to run concurrently for two years.<div>The above excerpt from his Wikipedia article shows they weren't wrong. If he wants to claim his Wikipedia entry is spurious, he should know that every fact mentioned is from a cited source.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"What a joke..."</div><div>As a prisoner, Chief Bode George and his colleagues were placed in the V.I.P. section of the prison. They were not required to wear prison uniforms, and were allowed to have meals prepared by their families.<br />
Is that what a man serving time for corruption is supposed to get. If his offences had been minor then maybe this would have been fitting punishment. But here is a man who was meant to serve a 28 year sentence, who should have rotted away in a tiny cell with a tiny window near the ceiling. He should have been served <s>N</s>5 crackers and pure water for breakfast and supper (no lunch). And he calls people making a valid inference a joke. His jail term was a joke!</div><div><br />
</div><div>"They call me ex-convict; look, I won’t be the first and won’t be the last."</div><div>Well this is true. I guess there's a sliver of honesty in even the most delusional people. And as an ex-convict he should be treated like one, not feted like a hero coming back from a successful war! And in any case this sentence was only a preamble to what is one of the most ridiculous statements ever uttered by a megalomaniac.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"Mandela was an ex-convict, Baba Awolowo was an ex-convict, and these are great men"</div><div>While this statement in itself is true and expresses a noble sentiment, in the context of the entire paragraph it becomes part of the ravings of a delusional man. </div><div>Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for fighting apartheid which would ultimately have damned his country. Obafemi Awolowo was a political prisoner, a casualty of the dirty politics which is typical of 'our dear country'. Add to that list Olabode George, martyr for corruption, patron saint of dirty rotten thieves. And a great man too!</div><div><br />
</div><div>"They made it look like you being there, you are finished."</div><div>No one said that you ignorant fool, what we said is you're corrupt, your assets should be seized and donated to charity, and you should never show your face in Nigerian politics again. No one really cares if you live till you're a hundred and eighty and have a huge farm in the middle of nowhere and make billions a year, we just don't want to see your ugly face on our televisions acting like you're some kind of superhero. You're not. You're a shameless man and if you had any dignity you would quietly fade like the sun at the end of the day.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"If you don’t go through fire, you can never rise beyond mediocrity and ideology. You cannot!"</div><div>Bode dear, you can never rise above mediocrity if you don't admit your faults and attempt to make amends for them. You are such a hypocrite! You were allowed meals from home and granted VIP status! In prison! In fire terms, that's like a wet matchstick! </div><div><br />
</div><div>Okay so I've ranted and I'm cool now. It might be slightly incoherent, but I wasn't aiming to write a well structured article here - I just wanted to vent my increasing frustration with our 'leaders'. Some people call them toothless - I disagree. They're venomous, poisonous leeches. I sincerely hope we don't get to the stage where the only suitable apotropaic is revolution.</div><div><br />
</div><div>To end this, I'll use a quote from one of my favourite Nigerian politicians. I don't like him because he's a good person, but because he's a colourful figure and brought in a good replacement for himself when he left office. </div><div><br />
</div><blockquote>"...the Yoruba say, if you crave not to be disgraced and you are, you pray for long life so that you can rectify the disgrace... </blockquote><blockquote>...the ludicrousness of Chief Bode George’s claim is self-evident, except of course, the chief suffers from post-prison and pre-reintegration dementia..."</blockquote><blockquote>BOLA TINUBU</blockquote>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-58207434365279719422011-03-04T14:06:00.000-08:002011-03-04T14:07:22.523-08:00A Short RantErm this is a bit impromptu so pardon any errors I might make in my haste and primal rage!<br />
It has always upset me the way people get so interested in the relationships of people who entertain them. I mean is it honestly any of your business what REALLY went down between Chris and Riri? Or will knowing give you some strange superpower that you can use to make the world a better place? That irks me somewhat, but there's something that irks me so much more. Lying about other people's relationships.<br />
Apparently, some cross-eyed, colour-blind retard saw Zara and Jesse Jags making out at GET. Or maybe said retard is actually psychotic and was just hallucinating said events. One way or another one thing led to another and some 'journalist' (for want of a better word) decided to run with the 'story'. The said story is more holey than Swiss cheese, but then again, what do you expect.<br />
Now a few things spring to mind.<br />
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<ol><li>If two consenting adults decide to make out then it's their business - not yours, not mine, but theirs. (That is of course, if they're not porn stars making out for your perverted entertainment)</li>
<li>If said make out session is alleged by spurious sources then said allegation should be properly investigated before the story is published (for example, why wasn't the manager who supposedly nabbed them interviewed - he would be the most logical reliable informant)</li>
<li>Grown ups who aren't completely wasted don't make out in toilets. It's not comfortable and it's not fun. There are rooms to be got for such purposes.</li>
<li>Jesse's girlfriend was at the venue - if he wanted to make out he could have just pulled her. </li>
</ol><div>The story really doesn't make much sense and as I said earlier it's really none of our collective businesses what really went down. By the way if I'd been there I probably would've made out with Zara - she's fly like that. </div><div>Last thing - if thenetng.com doesn't mind publishing scandal for the heck of it, let's spurn them for the heck of it. We're spoilt for choice as far as Naija blogs go - 360nobs, jaguda, bellanaija, notjustok... Let's stick to blogs that stick to what we expect of entertainers - Entertainment.</div><div>Second last thing. Fuck a hater, and a pedlar of bullshit!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-74881899717527472332011-02-23T13:36:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:36:59.050-08:00A Stolen Sequence of Questions<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I stole this from Adanna, who stole it from Laide, who stole it from an as yet undetermined source - yes I'm lazy like that.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">10 LAYER SURVEY</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Name: Olumide</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Birth date: January 18th</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Birth place: London, England</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Current Location: London England </span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Eye Color: Brown</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sex: Male</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hair Color: Black</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Righty or Lefty: Righty</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your heritage: African</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What Shoes Did You Wear Today: Nike running shoes</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Perfume : Challenge by Lacoste</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your weakness: I'd say my emotions. Damn they kill me everytime.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your fears: Pain</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW:</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your most overused phrase: I change phrases regularly. But erm... seriously?</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your thoughts first waking up: Down boy</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your best physical feature: Erm, my eyes are my personal favourite</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your bedtime: Regularly around 2am, though I wish I could make it more like 11.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Your most missed memory: Hmm. First thing - person, sorry - that comes to mind is Seyi Falufosi. Damn I do miss her.</span></span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Pepsi or Coke: Neither</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Choice of Music: Eclectic, I listen to anything that strikes a chord. </span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Single or group dates: Don't know. Haven't done much dating.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Versace or LV : Neither</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lipton Tea or Milo: Milo</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Chocolate or vanilla: No brainer. Chocolate all day everyday</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Smoke: No</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Cuss: All the time</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Single: It's convoluted, but basically yes.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Have a crush(es): I crush all the time. No names here though.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Do You Think you've been in love: I guess.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Like(d) high school: Yes, actually. It was good.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Want to get married: </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Uncertain, but I love kids and I love women so yes.</span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Believe in yourself: In my ability as a rapper - most definitely. In other areas not so much.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Get motion sickness: Yeah, but it's lessen gradually with age.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Think you're a health freak: *hysterics*</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Get along with your parents: My mum - most def! My dad not so much</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Like thunderstorms: Erm... No.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Drank alcohol: Erm... Yes</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gone on a date: No.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gone to the mall: Yeah.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Been on stage: No.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Eaten Sushi: No.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Been dumped: No. I'm SINGLE!</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gone skating: No. I'm starting to feel really boring now.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">gone skinny-dipping: No.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dyed your hair: No</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER SEVEN:HAVE YOU EVER</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Played a game that required removal of clothing: No</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gotten beaten up: Momsie used to whoop my little ass back in the day, but other than that, no.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Changed who you were to fit in: Nah. Why fit in when you can stand out (at least in your mind)</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Age you hope to be married: 28</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Current age: 25</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Numbers of Children: 3</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Describe your dream wedding: Don't have one. Just wanna have a good day.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">How do you want to die: Happy.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What country would you most like to visit: I want to go home - to that little planet that those idiots at NASA think is one of Saturn's moons.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Best hair color?: Meh.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Short or long hair: Meh.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Height: Not that much shorter or taller than me. 5'6"-5'10</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of people i can trust: I trust people until I find a reason not to. Maga to quality.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of CD's I own: Used to have stacks. Not so many these days as I download a lot.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of piercings: None.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of tattoos: None.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of times been on T.V: Erm... Twice I think, slight appearances.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: None that I know.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of scars on my body: 3.</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Number of things in my past that I regret: I don't know.</span></span></span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay that's it. I thought this was supposed to be the lazy way out. Sheesh. Next time I'll just type a random sequence of numbers.</span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-783852229851527352011-02-15T18:28:00.000-08:002011-02-15T18:28:23.475-08:00Valentine's Day BluesI just had to mention how abysmally awful Valentine's Day was. I put an invitation to a movie on my time-line and nobody took me up. That was really uncool, but I spent the money on vodka instead so I guess it wasn't that bad. The vodka sent me to sleep early though, and made me wake up in the middle of the night with a certain anatomical feature blood-filled. Anyway that's no big deal, it's always like that these days...<br />
So all in all St. Valentine can imbibe a phallus and expire over an indeterminate period.<br />
That is all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-68349274895995616092011-01-26T04:51:00.000-08:002011-01-26T04:51:02.715-08:00One of them things - Nigerian PoliticsThis will be one of my more serious posts, I hope. Erm... Where do I start. Okay. Yesterday a friend of mine posted an endorsement of the PDP as his status on FaceBook. So I asked him a few questions trying to find out why he supports the party, and he said I was asking JAMB questions! Well it shouldn't be too surprising, but it makes me think - do we as Nigerians (yes I am Nigerian no matter how little I like that) really have any idea what we're doing where politics and government are concerned.<br />
In developed democracies, political parties are all (ostensibly) aiming at improving the country, and in that regard Nigeria is no different (even though our improvements are more ostensible than most). But political affiliations are (supposed to be) formed on the basis of ideological differences. For example in the USA Republicans tend to be more conservative - anti-gay, anti-abortion, anti-stem cell research, basically against thing that they see as 'unnatural'. Democrats, on the other hand are more liberal and tend to believe people should have a choice to live and act as they please within the confines of sensible law. Maybe I went too far by comparing America to Nigeria, but it makes it much easier to get my point across.<br />
Since 1999 I haven't heard a single political group differ on a specific idea. Political affiliations have been formed (and broken) on the bases of joining the winning team, running ticket guarantees, and that old frenemy money. People like Atiku hop from one party to another looking for a platform on which to run for government positions and have the effrontery to call themselves leaders. It's a vile and disgusting system which doesn't look like changing any time soon, as the leviathan which is the PDP still has a stranglehold on power that it is very unwilling to relinquish.<br />
But I'm just ranting really, and my anger is nothing to those who run the country, which is one reason why I choose not to live there. Madness runs through the political spine of the nation, and if it doesn't get sanitised (and I mean that in two ways - made sane and cleansed) soon Nigeria is in danger of never reaching its potential as a nation, or even worse of splitting apart (although some, like me, are ambivalent about how bad it would really be).<br />
I for one, think that if political posts weren't so financially rewarding only those with a real desire to change things would run for office. The problem faced now is since the people who are in office are there for the monetary gains, there's really no way of correcting that. In the US and Britain politicians are usually well off, but the richest make most of their fortune outside politics (authoring, business, investment and inheritance are just a few more common means).<br />
I think I'll just stop. I hate getting drawn into discussing Nigerian politics. It always ends up upsetting me, because it's such a mess and I don't see it getting better. Even the 'good' politicians suffer from being in a... minority isn't quite the word. I crave your indulgence to coin the word minutity (minute entity) to describe how few reasonably honest politicians we have in 'our beloved country'. Which brings me to my final thought. It's good to be patriotic and all that, but if I'm to be honest with myself, I don't love Nigeria, and I have no desire to work to make her better. It may seem like a bad thing to say, but I'm only being honest.<br />
The end.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-68289064011503618392011-01-20T03:01:00.000-08:002011-01-20T03:01:51.953-08:00Ah.So a couple days ago I grew old. I've always wondered why we celebrate birthdays. It's not like for 364 days age was just standing still and then all of a sudden at midnight it realises it's been slacking and decides to go into overdrive. I guess I'm this way because I've grown up very cynical and attention seeking - I think I might be gettin<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">g Histrionic Personality Disorder, or something like that.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Anyway, this year I spent my first birthday (almost completely) alone. Facebook and Twitter kept me company (I should say thanks once again), my mum and my brother called, but my dad probably didn't even remember. Not that it matters. His hubris has done so much damage a forgotten birthday's a trifle.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Maybe I should tell a story of a birth. A woman having a caesarean without her husband there to hold her hand, giving birth to a son in what was at the time the coldest winter in living memory (damn you 09/10), and being unable to leave the hospital for a month because it was so bloody cold. I was born 3 weeks late, which might explain my predisposition to procrastination (I know I can be verbose, forgive me)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I don't know why I'm writing this really, it's probably going to end up as an incoherent piece of tripe. But at least I'll have written a bit of the misery I often feel out of my heart and into cyberspace. You see for me the internet is an escape, an escape that only books could give me in time past. So yes, I am grateful for the internet and I will always defend it when people say negative things about it. That something can be used wrongly doesn't mean it's bad. But I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">digress</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">. Wildly.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I initially meant this to be an appreciation to all the people who've got me here one way or the other. So let me just say thank you. If you read this and think my gratitude is addressed to you, then it probably is. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">I should stop here cos I'm not having one of my better days. Fuck this.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-1156400581098670452011-01-18T09:58:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:58:03.850-08:00Runaway - A review from a former fan.I was just gonna tweet about this but I guess I should blog about it instead cos I have a a few things to say.<br />
I used to be huge on Kanye West. When <i>College Dropout</i> dropped (in my opinion still his best album), I was so buzzed. He was only the third rap artist whose album I could sit down with and listen to from head to toe without getting bored (in case you want to know the other two are Eminem's <i>The Marshall Mathers LP </i>and Ludacris' <i>Word Of Mouf</i>). So I really had high hopes for him. From there my luvv for his work has been steadily fading, up to the point where I joined the world in calling him an asshole during the Taylor Swift affair, even though I've spent my whole time in music making excuses for Michael Jackson and Eminem. I still haven't listened to <i>My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy </i>in its entirety. I just can't bring myself to, especially since I haven't really taken to any of the tracks from the album. It's been a lot of people's album of 2010, but it doesn't even make my top 10.<br />
Anyway this isn't about the album, it's about a video from the album. Or a video developed around the album. Let me start this way. When I saw the VMA performance of Runaway I didn't like the song or the suit. I did like the ambience of the performance though, it looked quite okay. Then today I tuned in to BET (which I rarely do) and saw the full length video named after the song. At 33 minutes it rather long, but that wouldn't have been a problem if it had been engaging. Instead it drags in so many places. And the few lines of dialogue, while being memorable as quotes in their own right, were delivered poorly. Nicki Minaj's introduction was horrible (in my opinion she should drop that overblown British accent entirely, we are not amused) and The Phoenix was beautiful without looking phoenixey (if that's even a word)<br />
For all its faults, it is a beautiful video. Although you know a banquet would never really be held a room so large as to be unwelcoming, the scene did look pretty amazing. The ballerinas were beautiful, but that's because ballerinas always are beautiful, and had nothing to do with Kanye's artistry. I liked the line about never believing what you hear on the news, and his serenading her on an MPC was really cool.<br />
The one thing I really really like about the video is the overall tone of sadness that pervades it. The one thing I really don't like about it is it's another portrayal of the extreme hubris that pervades the Kanye West persona. That said, it is undoubtedly a unnecessary marketing move, as Kanye will sell, crappy but annoyingly impressive video or not.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-71438010471837045222011-01-04T03:32:00.001-08:002011-01-04T03:32:39.559-08:00I am... The ten.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">1. I am legend. Take it or leave it, knowing me is an unforgettable experience.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">2. I’m a hopeless romantic. That’s where my inner nerd really comes to the fore.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">3. I’m presently besotted with a certain young nubile female, but it doesn’t matter.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">4. I probably like you a lot but can’t tell you.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">5. If I’m forever telling you how much I like you, I just might be overemphasizing to convince myself that I really do.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">6. Michael Jackson is a minor earth god.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">7. I am incredibly talented and I know it. I’m also incredibly lazy until I get on stage.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">8. I crush on every girl that pays me the slightest attention.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">9. It’s quite possible I’m in love with you, if you’re female</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.8em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">10. I just made nine statements, not sure how many of them are true…</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-48916745752247084882011-01-03T16:12:00.000-08:002011-01-03T16:12:20.310-08:00Don't Let Me Fall<div style="text-align: justify;">I remember when I got B.o.B's album, the Adventures of Bobby Ray. I wanted to skip past the track with T.I. cos I'd heard it and didn't like it. That was how I skipped the first track of the album and fell in love with several tracks further down. Good album, better (in my opinion, and this is my blog so that's all that counts) than Drake (sorry Laide), Minaj, and erm... who else released an album last year? Joke.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I started this post in the morning when I was happy. Now it's close to midnight and I'm terribly moody, and I can't for the life of me say why. But I think my sadness is a perfect setting for the emotional roller-coaster I'm about to describe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've always been unlucky in love. No, that's not right. I've had a few amazing relationships, and remain friends with all my exes to this day. But I still feel I have no idea how to handle a relationship, to... erm... '<i>be a man</i>', as they say. So after my first (and only) relationship in Babcock University I decided I wouldn't enter a relationship again if it wasn't completely on my terms. The trouble is it takes me a while to decide whether or not I want to date a chick, even if I fall in love '<i>at first sight</i>' (barf). So I usually end up unsure whether I want a relationship with a girl I've already shown a lot of attention, so much she probably already thinks I'm a realistic prospect. I'm talking too much. What I'm trying to get at is I fell in love and started up a weird relationship, knowing it couldn't last. Foolish, typical me. I should have '<i>been a man</i>' and told her we couldn't be, but I was way too far gone to think about such petty thing as reality and my terrible track record as far as communication is concerned, and the fact we'd only known each other for 3 weeks. To cut a long story short, I've called her twice in... let me see... thirty-two days since I got back from Nigeria. I know, I know, I suck as a boyfriend. I guess I can't be all great. As at now, we're in that magical land called Limbo. Will I '<i>do the right thing</i>' and break it off? Not a chance. I'm still in love.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weird thing is, while I was deciding to date my camp chick, I felt I was cheating on someone I have never met. And that brings me to another one of my numerous problems. I get attached to people far too easily. If you've been following me on Twitter for a while you'll know, or at least have an idea, who I'm going on about. Unless of course I'm a far bigger flirt than I like to think I am. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I am not, and have never been in a relationship with her, but I've grown accustomed to chatting intimately with her and therein lie the seeds of my imminent destruction. In a few years my folks will ask me to get married. I'll be faced with a major dilemma as I have a new crush on average twice a week. The problem is the old crushes don't die as new ones come in. Oh they may fade, but as soon as I remember I'm wondering what I can do to keep them alive. I think that Slum Village song <i>Selfish </i>is my mindset paraphrased.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And now comes the most annoying part of my life right now. There are several females in Nigeria who claim an interest in me, but of course I didn't have an idea of this while I was there... And now I'm supposed to love them from afar. Fuck that! In fact, maybe I should quit social networking. ("Yeah right!" I hear you say.) </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Okay I'm gonna stop this monologue abruptly right here with a prayer. I'm sure you're really bored already, maybe even confused by the way my genius mind works.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">GOD PLEASE DON'T LET ME FALL IN LOVE WITH ANYONE NEW! ABEG! AMEN.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-90996320942593992312010-12-31T15:16:00.000-08:002010-12-31T16:34:15.822-08:00TweetyTen... What a year.Okay. I have a lot to say, and I hope I don't forget as I type. 2010 is/was one of those years. A landmark year for me, I must say. I finally graduated. Weird, considering I'm younger than I look and yet not as old as I should be having spent 9 years in and out of tertiary education trying to graduate. Apart from that it was largely uneventful, apart from online. In 2009 I met a little bird that went tweet, and I fell in love. Ours is a love made strong by the constant interference of beautiful (and not so beautiful, and sometime plain bloody stupid) minds. A love I couldn't find in real life, lifeless loser that I am (although that's not necessarily true considering the number of 'nearly-there' relationships I endured and enjoyed this year)<br />
Anyway, this post isn't really about me. It's about the people that have made my twitter journey such a great adventure. It's not an original idea, it's something I picked up from http://kelvinwithanl.blogspot.com (check that out if you can., he's quite a dude), and I'm scared of it to be honest. I follow over a thousand people and although I couldn't possibly mention each individually, even thinking of the number of tweeps I MUST mention is giving me a headache. But that's my cross to carry.<br />
I think I'll do this in groups, to give me the impression I'm in control of what I write (that'll be the day). And so I begin, right after I rush up to the kitchen for some Perle de Lait.<br />
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Okay, first up, the Vans Boys.<br />
@shettoo, @macallonies @ekwem and @yinkamarto. Weird how this came about. We met in diploma and weren't all that close. I think I got close to them one by one. Shittu first, then Sola, then Ekwe and Yinka around the same time. And then we had that experience that binds you for life even if you hate eachother - we witnessed a murder! (Yeah, right!) We were room mates, and that meant 1. We flaunted school rules. 2. We rock! But seriously, you probably will never meet five more different people. You'll never laugh so much and get laughed at so much either... Oh and one last thing... Don't forget the fish (I swear I'm not laughing at you)<br />
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I had to do that, even though this list is supposed to be based on tweets, cos they also keep my timeline rocking! Especially @macallonies with his random outbursts and musical opinions.<br />
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Before I proceed I should give a mention to the following tweeps. Not Vans Boys, but fam all the same<br />
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@thatboloman & @lisa_brenton. It's weird how a friend's family can feel like your family if you're not careful. These guys are just the best. Nice almost to a fault, talented, funny and crazy as you find them, luvv em both...<br />
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@Wole_, @gman_moola & @sasha_ss. Wish I'd spent more time with these guys. Funny as hell, especially the G-Man. Can really annoy you if they don't like you, but they'll probably beat you up if you try to fight back...<br />
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Classmates<br />
@xxi_v - Technically he shouldn't be a classmate as we never shared a class in our entire stay in school. But we did graduate on the same day. The weird thing is I kinda regret not meeting his mad self earlier. One hell of a crazy dude, funnier than he ought to be, scathing when he wants, but a little too nice to females... Dotun you still ain't gettin' none man. Give it up!<br />
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@ebuoe - Another weird one. He's a Man Utd fan, why on earth call him Ebuoe? Anyway it doesn't matter. He's probably the worst singer in the history of singing, but he knows his music. He also has the worst writing I've seen, but he knows his coding... He's tall and his best friend in school was short. He's another hopeless romantic who should give it up - Ebuka she likes you but just not like that! And on that note I should mention @davidadamojr, the smartest boy I've ever met... Ever. He's a dope coder and so level-headed it gets annoying... Oh yeah, and unlike me, he never just tweets for the heck of it, he tweets sense.<br />
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@Tass88 - Tall, opinionated, cute, sometimes incredibly confusing, but overall a real sweetheart, one of those people I had to force myself to like a little less than I'd like to (confusing? I said so). Right now I'm not allowed to say I love her... Oh well.<br />
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@ayanfalu @aweezysami @olawalejuve @Ka_iL I should call them the usual suspects, always popping up on my timeline with little jokes and words of encouragement and anecdotes and what not. And they try to keep me sane... Nice work guys, but I can still see my brain floating away...<br />
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@ms_kennie & @Qtie_Taiwo The cutest twins ever born. Period.<br />
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And just before I get to the really fun part... The fun part.<br />
@LilacGMsCoitus. This is the weirdest entry on this list. I totally crushed on her. Bad idea. Not that liking her is a bad idea, far from it. But it was a bad idea. She understands jo, you don't have to. Awesomeness in a person is a hard thing to find, especially when you can't find anything you really don't like about the person. It's weird but when she was really bored and thought dissing me was such great fun, it made me laugh so hard... And of course I can't mention her without mentioning...<br />
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@phranklyn_ Mad boy. End of discussion.<br />
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@Teegurlsusie Mad girl. End of discussion. Actually so much to say about what adventures we've shared, but I'm not telling. Luvv her though... Great friend.<br />
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@bigheartpj One of those people you just fear. Because you never know what they're capable of. Till now I have no idea whether she likes me or just sees me as a potential homicide victim.<br />
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And now... Oh crap. There's one more group to get to before I get to the really fun part. Here come the dudes...<br />
@Kyon_Eirue Real dude from the States, always showing Follow Friday luvv. Tweets regularly to share a joke and find out how I'm doin' Hope I get to meet him one day.<br />
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@mafabaalaso @Stweie_emahh & @iamstilavirgin Crazy dudes... Always have something to say about everything and regularly make me laugh.<br />
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Okay... Now that's out of the way... Here goes nothing...<br />
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@Lilmissfly - If your avatar is half as cute as hers I should be following you... Then add the fact that she's a real sweetheart, and the time we spent having public timeline makeout sessions, and you see why I'm on to a winner... I have only two criteria for following babes on twitter - a sense of humour and a ready wit... She has both.<br />
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@Miz_Twinkles - At first she stalked me and @Lilmissfly while we were having our really steamy twitaffair. Then we became friends and I saw her in a video and saw how really fit she is. Wish she was in London. I'd so make her leave her man... (hope he doesn't read this)<br />
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@funkizzle - Secondary school chums, not too close, but she's a real sweetheart, and even after I made a hash of things when she came over to London, she still had the grace to let my misdemeanour slide. That's class.<br />
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@Loulie_T - Sister of a friend, though that really has nothing to do with our friendship. I could write pages on just how awesome she is. I hope I eventually get to spend a long time with her some time soon.<br />
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@gigachic - If there was such a thing as an evil sweetheart, she would be the definition. Always quick to cut me down when I yan crap and laugh at me when I yan more crap. Another person I hope I meet someday. She rocketh!<br />
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@ThelmaTweets - This entry belongs off twitter. I cannot say a word.<br />
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@LilMiss_JoOoo - What can I say? I love her like crazy. She's just so adorable. Unbelievably cute, unbelievably naughty, such an unbelievable sweetheart. And that voice... Oh Lawd! I could live in that voice.<br />
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@adahna - I followed for one reason, and now I have a million more. We just might get twarried.<br />
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@AnnabelleKayy - Funny, weird, cute. I keep repeating these words don't I? I'll stop soon. But she really is. And I got to meet her! Bliss. I was all shy. I always get shy when girls are really cute. As in... Really cute, like so cute... As in... You know... Really really cute.<br />
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@gaminegirlie - She makes this list because she's the only person on twitter who regularly makes me think deep. I think she thinks a bit too much, but that's fine. She also has these lovely large eyes that I like a lot.<br />
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I just realised I can't possibly finish this list. There are so many names that keep creeping into my head as I type, so I'll have to stop here. I was scared when I started, and I have half a mind not to post this, but I'll let it out anyway. <br />
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Let me just round this off with a quick list of celebs that tried to create a personal rapport with me in one way or another during the year. I have nothing but luvv for these tweeps. And even if they give dodgy music I'll keep luvving them cos they rock. So here we go - @DaRealsebastian, @EvaAlordiah, @Zwagger, @Kemistry3000, @ritaUdominic, @tontolet, @MI_Abaga (still waiting on those acapellas), @Djinee, @BankyW, @Snatcha, @Sokleva, and I hope I haven't left anyone out.<br />
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Okay I'm out. If you're not on this list it's because I'm such an asshole, not because you're not absolutely amazing. I really should have more names, like @duchessdeidar, @G5R1T2EL and @moyosoreodukoya. See what I mean... Need more space and more memory banks... Thanks for understanding. Luvv you all, follow one another and spread luvv, and my new years wish for you is simple:<br />
Soooo much good stuff is coming your way!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-3043775679692410522010-12-22T06:01:00.001-08:002010-12-22T06:01:28.334-08:00'Start It Up' by Tomboxe<p>Listen to 'Start It Up' by Tomboxe</p>
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Once again I'm stuck in the middle. But I'm too used to that to care. What's on my mind now is how all this will pan out. I'm hitting Lagos next week, and of course I'm supposed to pack up Harrods and distribute it. I won't even take more than one suitcase. My gifts are already planned. Small things, but I hope they'll be appreciated. I don't know why that's bothering me, but I really do hope the people I give things to appreciate them. I'm just a bit too sensitive for my own good, and it's not as if I'm a particularly nice person.<br />
Okay that's that part done, what next. My life has been pretty boring recently. I just can't wait to hit Lagos and destroy microphones left right and centre. That's why I'm really coming. NYSC can kiss my tiny ass. That is all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198776329303736617.post-75260888873914749892010-10-04T09:09:00.000-07:002010-10-04T09:09:17.843-07:00What Am I Doing Wrong?This will be where I vent, or exult, in life, the universe, and everything. And this is my first post on this. It might be an interesting read, but I'd like to limit it's readership.That's an odd thing to want in a blog, but as I said, I'm just venting. I might say a number of things which, in hindsight, I'll realise I shouldn't. But I should be allowed to be spontaneous and irresponsible once in a while.<br />
So this is my first entry. And I'm venting. I'm upset. I'm caught in the middle of a 3-nation cold war and I can't stand it. Runaway? No. But I can't quite stay either. Thankfully I'm leaving here in a bit, and when I get back, the instigator of all these battles will leave for a longer bit. So I guess I'll be okay. At least for the time being.<br />
But that's not the reason why I decided to create this blog. That was because I need to discover why I am so bloody poor at holding down relationships! I like a girl, she doesn't like me... Or vice versa. And on the rare occasion where we're both head over heels in love, something happens and I'm told it's my fault, though I can't for the life of me tell you what it is I've ever done that would make someone decide I'm not worth going out with any more... But then again, what do I know...? I could've assassinated presidents in my sleep for all I know. I could be a soviet sleeper agent (wouldn't that be cool?)<br />
Anyway I think I'll stop here... Feel free to comment and diss me if you feel the urge.<br />
Yours sincerely,<br />
The boy with too much heart.<br />
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PS<br />
I love you if you're female. Ask me out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04976002900192010872noreply@blogger.com2