Always is….

4 Apr

Yes! Tonight is one of the nights. He did something I just don’t understand! Isn’t he supposed to be the one that understood me? Didn’t he know I’d never do anything to hurt him on purpose. Apparently he is ignorant and that’s why I’m getting this attitude.

Ahaaa! The cold shoulder. Nothing gets to me more! And yes! I just happen to be one of those attention freaks and he knows this so well, making it more hurtful that he is so blatantly withholding it. Straight face and pout is checked off on his clip board as he drives fast to drop me at home, almost like he can’t wait to get rid of me.

I’m sorry I can’t stay longer with him, but he also knows I was already out way past my curfew. I had to get home but I guess he is too upset now to think about that. He has withdrawn into his shell to brood. I even asked him what was wrong and the tight lipped and dismissive reply totally throw me off. Now I’m also offended. I turn my face to my phone determined not to say one more word.

We park outside and I look back at him briefly and see he isnt making any move to come out and walk me to the gate which was our usual routine. I dropped down quickly after a short goodbye, not ready to be the loser in this round. If he gives attitude, he’ll get attitude. He drove off even before I entered my gate and I entered without bothering to glance back. Check mate. I’ll show him.

But did I really? I walk up the stairs sad. Sad that he’s upset and even more sad because I couldn’t even be a little angry at him for how he was acting.

No one could be more perfect than him. He is Always there. He always cares. He always understood. He always came through! He could have chosen to be the worst but he is the best.

So even thou today he needs a break from been the awesomest boyfriend on the planet(and yes I know there’s no word like that) I’ll give him that. I’ll just think about the things he always is to me and totally forget about what he is at the moment.
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P.S
I u ever find and read this Do know I am totally angry with you. Its more annoying because i Don’t know why your acting up! Why won’t you just say what’s wrong. U’d rather act up about it first then tell me latter. Lol! Anyway! You mean the world to me! And I love you for everything you always are…

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EnCHaNteD!

28 Mar

One of the greatest weaknesses is wearing your heart on your sleeve! Every bit of me didn’t want to, I kept trying so hard not to show it, to contain it, for once not be so insanely obvious. But I really can’t cheat my nature. How do i defy gravity? How long can i actually hold my breath before i finally give in and gasp for air?

That was what not been close to him felt like. I couldn’t breath and I just had to gasp for air. When I was in a room with him I lost all sense of reason, hell, I just lost all sense. I was a slave to his charm. His quiet stare! His voice when he told me to come! It was a spell. I was so sure of it!

Most alluring, his mind, the fact that despite all that he said he was still a mystery to me. There wasn’t even the slightest of cracks for me to peep through to see some part of him! He was a wonderful, glorious, delicious Enigma!

But naturally, feelings could contradict themselves. As much as I loved this mystery, having no clue about how to unravel it tortured me! Here I was, heart in my palms, so shamelessly obvious yet clueless about him or how he really might feel. So badly, I wanted to know him, to see through him, I wanted to be the one who hacked into his intelligence and broke down his defences. I wanted to be able to know what he was thinking, to not constantly wonder what was going on in his head! I wanted so badly to be in sync with him.

And here he was sitting still with me standing by the door, bag in hand, giving reasons why I had to leave. He doesn’t say a word. He looks straight at me and I already feared he’d say those words, the ones that held me spell bound, the ones that made me forget every other thing that mattered. And with the most gentle whisper, he said it.

“Come here”

I couldn’t move. Maybe I could actually withstand it. And then he said it again.

I walked slowly back to him and sat down as I looked at him, feeling so defeated. He reached out and drew me close, cradling my head on his chest as I nestled into his arms , all thoughts of leaving gone to some unknown hole at the back of my mind as he placed his lips on my forehead before he said so softly, “Don’t go. Ever. Stay”.

I am enchanted!

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My NoT So “FrEe” RIdE!!!

27 Mar

I was just done from seeing a movie at the cinema when I called him to see if he could come pick me up. He’d called earlier and wanted to see me. So hell yea, why not. While he enjoyed my precious company, I could as well use d free ride.

Plus he’s really a nice guy. Probably every girls dream. Cute, humble, the dependable type that would love u with every inch of his being, would sacrifice so much for you… all that and a bag of chips. But maybe I’m nt just into that type… maybe I’m on a diet… D@ dint include chips.

He was excited to get my call cause he thought I’d never call him back. I was always his confidante as he felt he could tell me anything and quite frankly I did enjoy been the listening ear to him. I care about him in my own way and that isn’t enough for him but I am not ready to play to anyone’s tunes just yet.

We took the long way home cause there was time! My curfew wasn’t till the next hour n a half! A smooth leisurely drive in his little car, as he aired out stuff n we discussed, his long narration followed by my few comments and gentle words of encouragement.

He made a fuss about me not talking a lot but for some reason I was just in a very dull mood. Somehow a mood swing had reared its ugly head.

Then he starts the love profession. Urrrghhh. How else could I say I was not interested or ready for any relationship? Just listening to him was pissing off, the sound of his voice crawling in my ear like creepy spiders. I was in no mood for tolerance so I cut him shortly and told him to stop. I’ve heard it before, does it really have to b repeated every time? How many times do I have to say it? I have no love to give. I’m tired of all d serenading! I wasn’t sparing him tonight! It was a cold plate of truth. But He dint care! He was taking it down with a warm glass of I don’t care, I love you and nothing you say to hurt me will change it.

What is wrong with u him?
Was he mentally challenged? What? I start laughing. I’m exasperated!
I don’t want you! Please!
And NO, I can’t give u a chance, a trial, nothing….
His hand kept coming up to my cheek and I kept brushing it away….
“Look at me please, please, just look at me….”
Sighing and at my wits end, I turned… Big mistake….

Crushing lips came against mine… His hands were holding my face so fiercely, so tightly. I was pushing back hard trying to disconnect his lips from mine but he gripped on my face so tightly it hurt. My brains was clouded in disgust as I tried harder to push. I tried to say stop but he seized that exact opportunity and forced his tongue in my mouth. I felt it wet against mine and all I could think off was crying. Oh My gosh! This idiot was forcing me. I was Mad and all I could think of was the fact that It felt like I was been raped…
I pushed as hard as I could but his grip was still so tight, it was obvious he was using so much energy to hold me still so i start to hit him. That threw him off a bit and I managed to turn my face and shout stop it..
He stoped abruptly and I started screaming and hitting the dash board.
“Are you insane?”
I’m getting hysterical. Screaming I want to go home. He was begging, trying to calm me down bt I was too upset.
“In your life, don’t you ever…..” I curse and threaten him…
He’s beggin…. Pleading…. I just want to get out of here.

I’m trying calm down, so I can just get far away from him. I know if I don’t calm down, or at least pretend to, I might be here longer….

“I’m calm, just take me home!”

He says he loves me so much! He can’t control himself. I don’t think I’ve ever heard that enormous an amount of B.S before.
I shut him up and I tell him to shut it about love, cos that is not love! Love doesn’t loose control and force tongues down people throats!

“Spare me those crappy lines… Just take me home.”

We drive d short way left to my house in dead silence. I’m bout to get down, he grabs my arm n begs for forgiveness.

“Its ok”, I said before I got out, and banged the door. I’m so furious!!! I’m so angry! I’m so disappointed!
I slightly massaged my jawbones where he’d held so fiercely as he pryed into my mouth, wondering what I’d say to him at work the next morning. With every bit of respect for him out of the window there was little left to say between us.

As far as I am concerned thou, all his chances are out the window now. And as far as free rides go, it wasn’t really free now was it? Awof de run belle oh finally so better I spend that money next time man! There will be no freebees for me in a little while!

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WiSe WoRdS FrOm My MaMa!!!!

29 Sep

I don’t about y’all but my mom has gotta be the greatest in the whole wide world. She’s one of my best friends and I tell her everything. Well….everything that wouldn’t give her a heart attacks at least… Lol! J She’s still gotta see my kids you know.

But everything still covers boy troubles, girl squabbles, I give her every itsy-bitsy detail and you know what’s greatest about my mom, and I am so proud to say this but “SHE IS ALWAYS RIGHT” and “SHE WILL NEVER LIE”. Yup! That’s the awesome thing about her and as far as I know “no one can love you like your mother does “(or at least no one can love me like my mama doesJ).

Even thou we don’t always agree (and this happens more than you can imagine *rme*) and sometimes her fussiness gets to me (you need to do this, you gotta be that… Sheesh!! So tiring), and even thou sometimes I think she’s a little too 1980’s and she chooses to be very narrow minded in this new age of open-mindedness (she thinks the word “Pinging” sounds dirty….like a swear word… like saying “pussy” or something *pardon me* Lol!!! That so does not make sense…Heheehe!!! Momi! *hugs at her thought*), she proves to me over and over again that no matter how much I think I do know, “Mama still knows best”.

She proves that age old proverb that says, “What an elder sees sitting down, a child can never see even if he climbs the tallest Iroko tree.”

Yea! Yea! You there saying it’s not said like that… I know joor. Girls are paraphrasing here. *yimu* Sabinus like you. LOL! SMH!

Anyhuu, my mama gives a lot of interesting advice. I’m laughing now just thinking about some of them at the moment. Hehehe! She has the strongest opinions on issues, as I assume most of our moms do, but it’s the way she puts them that amuses me! I don’t usually agree with all of them, but some I have grown to love and become accustomed, making them my own principles as well and they are definitely something am gonna pass on to the my little ones. (Smiling at my future dear husband…… incase he’s by some chance reading this right now *batting eyelashes*)

So let me just share the few choice ones I wanna share. I’m gonna try very hard to quote her here. LOL!

1.       1234. “Don’t collect any underwear from any man oh, because one day he will tell you he wants to see how it looks on you”

It’s funny how till date I have strictly stuck to this one! Don’t even bother asking if no one has seen my underwear before sha (dat one no take consign una :P ). But the lesson I learnt from this one is that “NOTHING GOES FOR NOTHING. There are no freebies in this world. Most people give you stuff to get stuff and like in the underwear analogy, it’s some sexual favour, it might be something else in another circumstance. So just be careful. As the popular saying goes,

 “AWUF DE RUN BELE”.

2.      “Good tin no de finish for market”

My mama! God will bless you for this one! Y’all have no idea how much this one has helped me. Shopaholic that I have the potential to be (save my great financial constraint…. Girls de hustle oh), this has saved me from the bloodsucking talons of market-sellers and store sales persons. Even my friends have held on to it and we remind ourselves of it. Don’t blow all your cash on stuff you can do without. You might never get that exact bag, pair of shoes, or glasses, it might never be that wristwatch, but better things will come.

3.       “All these boys that your staying out late with; hope you know when they want to get married they won’t look for you. It is the girls that where at home they will go after”

 Sadly, I accepted this tongue lash. But let’s think about it for a second!  Isn’t there some degree of truth in this? Sometimes it’s the people we give up the most for that least appreciate it. Ladies, hell even guys sef. We gotta be careful oh. The people we give our time too, are we sure they are people that appreciate it?! We all do need to take a second and think on this one.

4.     “Who cares a penny inside fire? 

LOL!! Yup! This is just her own way of saying “who gives a fuck?”  When I was younger it used to piss me the hell off. And now, to my great amusement it pisses my baby brother off too. LOL! Now my best friend and I use it too. It’s just so cute to say it, “who cares a penny inside fire?” while you roll your eyes. LOL!

So please give it up for my Mama, “Mom Extraordinaire”. *standing ovation* :D

Y’all should use the comment box and share a couple of things your Mama has said to you that have stuck with you. HOLA IF YOU LOVE YOUR MAMA!!!!!!!

ROLLING OUT —>>>  StandupChic 

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WHaTsUp WiTh YoUr (fAkE) AcCeNt???!!!! Season #3

15 Sep

Let us tell ourselves the truth. Accents in Nigeria, whether real or fake, are prized because people want to show off. They want to prove a point. They want to let you know that they’re not from around here.

They’ve been abroad. And know everything about the white man’s country is automatically better than anything we have here. Abi, no be so?

Now, I’m not saying everybody who speaks with an accent is trying to show off but the truth is many of them are. And the idea that people think an accent makes you somehow superior is just ridiculous to me!

If anything, an acquired accent (especially a fake one) is a sign of an inferiority complex to the white people whose accent you’re copying. It’s like saying, “Oh, I don’t believe the way I speak is good enough and so let me change it to the way these people speak which is better”

To acquire an accent or not to, for an adult, is a choice.

Why do we, Nigerians who grew up here, go abroad to the UK or America, and immediately force ourselves to cultivate their accent? How many adult Britons or Americans do we see who go somewhere and then they change their accent and start speaking with the local accent?

It all boils down to being proud of who you are.

A very good example of sticking to your natural accent is Gerard Butler, the Hollywood actor who played King Leonidas in the classic movie ‘300’. He is Scottish and though he’s acted in so many Hollywood movies and can deliver an American or English accent at the drop of a hat, when he gives interviews, he still speaks English with his Scottish brogue. No faking. No Americana.

Same thing for Russell Crowe. He’s been in Hollywood even longer than Gerard Butler but his Australian accent is still intact.

And then there’s Matthew Rhys, who plays Kevin Walker in the ABC series ‘Brothers and Sisters’. Matthew Rhys is from Wales, but watching him on the show, you would never be able to tell that he’s not American. His accent is that good. Still, when they interview him in real life, sometimes it’s hard to even understand what he’s saying because of his thick Welsh accent.

After years of living and working in America, how come Matthew Rhys has held on to his Welsh accent?

How come he and Russell Crowe and Gerard Butler haven’t started speaking Americana?

(And there is also super model Iman who’s been in the USA since she was 16, she’s over 40 now and still has her accent…. From Somalia of some other African country like that….)

TwitJail shoud lemme naah! Make I finish. (Lol! All dem peoples just had to complain… can’t blame dem  thou, can u? J)

A Nigerian like us, Madam Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, our current Minister of Finance, has worked at the World Bank in America for years but when she talks, we don’t hear Americana flowing from her mouth. I thank God for Nigerians like her.

Those are the people who know who they are and what they stand for.

 I wrote this little (not so little if you ask me)  rant because enough is enough.

I’m tired of hearing all these foreign accents. I’m tired of these fakers and pretenders and posers.

Please, RECLAIM YOUR OWN NIGERIAN IDENTITY. And revel in it.

I made a vow to myself recently: Till the day I die no matter where I’m living, except I’m involved in some kind of performance which requires a different accent, I will never EVER speak English with any accent apart from my natural Nigerian one.

It is a vow I’m very proud of. It is a vow I believe every Nigerian, born and bred here, should also make.

Season ends…10:48am

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and so finallly my prettyz…. it ends

@JamesNdu …. you rocked this!

and i hope all of you enjoy’d the series…

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WHaTsUp WiTh YoUr (fAkE) AcCeNt???!!!! Season #2

14 Sep

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There are several things I as a person could point to as factors responsible for this foreign-accent-mania.

One of them is satellite TV. Almost everyone watches DSTV or some other form of cable pay-TV nowadays as opposed to the 90s, those days of the really huge satellite dishes, when DSTV/Multi-Choice was the major cable provider and it was only for the rich. Cable TV, with its music and movie and lifestyle channels, informs our ideas of what’s cool, of what’s hot and what’s not.

And then, together with cable TV, there’s the increased availability of pirated American movies on DVDs. Many of our trends and foreign speech patterns are from Hollywood movies. It’s like accents people don’t learn from cable, they learn from long hours immersed in DVDs of foreign movie ‘collections’ and ‘season films’

The Internet also helped the foreign accent trend along.

The Internet made sure young Nigerians kept up with the emerging expressions and slang, so much so that foreign coinages like ‘OMG’ and ‘Baby-Mama’ are now used in everyday conversation.

Still, not everyone gets their accents from media.

Some people actually grew up abroad or lived there for a while and a distinction must be made between them and those whose accents were developed from what they heard on TV or in movies.

There are real, original foreign accents and there are fake, counterfeit ones. The problem is that these days, it’s getting harder to tell the difference.

The main factor responsible for the large number of accents, whether real or fake, is that sad, peculiarly Nigerian desire to ‘oppress’.

We always want to oppress. In any Nigerian gathering, there are always people who want to demonstrate their superiority.

People who want to show you that they’re better than you, they have more money than you, they have a bigger car, they live in a bigger house, they have a more lucrative job, they have smarter kids, they have prettier daughters, they are more sophisticated, they live in a posher area, they attend a posher church, their children attend posher schools, they are connected to more powerful people, they are more exposed, they’ve visited more countries, they are connected to more powerful people, they are more exposed, they’ve visited more countries, they are more important, they eat better food; in short their entire lives are superior to your own and the only thing that is required of you is to bow, and accept that you don’t measure up to them.

This is the reason why our country is the way it is, why our leaders act the way they do. It is what we do. It is who we are. Possession of an accent is a part of this oppression. Everyone wants to speak with an accent because they think it tells the people listening, ‘Hey, I’m with it. I’m cool.

I’m exposed. I’m sophisticated. I’ve been abroad’ as if having been abroad automatically makes u wise or knowledgeable or worth listening to It is for this reason, to demonstrate superiority, that we hear accents everywhere today.

In almost every TV advert nowadays, we hear all kinds of strange accents.

Is it in the Etisalat Easy-Starter advert where the guy pronounces kobo as ‘kow-bow’? Or the Easy-Cliq one where the guy in the green T-shirt and black waistcoat keeps saying “Is it ‘be-kiz’ we…” instead of ‘because’.

Or the Sunlight washing powder advert where the women are singing “Happy times are ‘he’ instead of ‘here’; A style which incidentally has been adopted by many church choirs.

Or the Cool FM radio presenter who some years ago, when trying to teach Dan Foster, her co-host, the proper pronunciation of the Yoruba ‘pele’ kept saying “It’s not ‘bele’, it’s ‘kpelay’”. WHAT IS THAT???

But I suppose I shouldn’t bring radio show hosts into this discussion. Lagos radio is inseparable from foreign accents.

Btw… I’m Wazobiafm for life… (Here I just had to scream “That’s whatsup Brother….Whoop Whoop!)

I think it’s virtually impossible to get a job at a Lagos radio station without some kind of foreign accent.

We hear orisirisi accents in church. Apparently, God is no longer pronounced as ‘God’ but as ‘Gad’ and Jesus is now ‘Jeezis’.

From newscasters to talk show hosts to entertainment show anchors to music artistes, everyone has an accent.

We hear things like “now if we criticly analoize the current guvmint polisay” and “Yeah,

ah star-ed wrai-ing songs and rhyming when ah wuz like 13 or so cuz y’know ah always knew music wuz what ah wuz gon’ do”.

“ah star-ed wrai-ing songs and rhyming when ah wuz like 13 or so cuz y’know ah always knew music wuz what ah wuz gon’ do”.

All of it just makes you wonder. Why? Must you have an accent to be taken seriously?

As a music artiste, do you have to be a fake Americana before you have credibility?

An erroneous belief I have discovered that many people and even certain schools hold is that to speak English properly, you must have a British/English accent. This is completely false!

All over the world, in places where English is spoken but not as the mother tongue, people speak English with natural accents derived from their first language. Even in the UK itself, Scottish people speak English with a thick Scottish accent as do the Welsh and the Irish.

When French people speak English, you know that they are French.

It is the same with the Italians, the Spanish, the Germans, the Dutch, and the Chinese, everyone; so how can we, Nigerians, with our multitude of local languages and mother tongues, believe that our English must be spoken with a proper upper-class English accent to be correct?

I personally believe it is a throwback to colonialism and that persisting mindset that the white man’s way is always better. (GBAM….. we are still under the imperialists freaking thumb…licking their assholes… Dang! Sorry! i Just had to let that out. Moving on……)

We should be proud of our Nigerian accents!

The way to speak correct English is not to kill yourself trying to acquire a foreign accent.

It is to make sure that your sentences are grammatically correct and that all your words are pronounced properly.

And you do not have to possess a British or American accent to pronounce English words properly.

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Stay tuned for the Final piece of the series …….

 StandupChic —->>>>> OUT!!!

for now…. :*

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WHaTsUp WiTh YoUr (fAkE) AcCeNt???!!!!

13 Sep

My Pipo!! I am so flipping excited about today’s blog (I’m even giddy putting it together…heheeh) and am really having a good time doing it too. So tell me, people… aren’t you just sick and tired of all the accents that people are carrying now?  Gosh! D tin tire me oo! I was planning on writing a little something on this before now, but after I saw @JamesNdu ‘s tweets on it, choi! Yours truelly (*batting my eyelashes*) took the time out to extract all the tweets, one by freaking one (and Omoh! It was hard work) cos I just had to feature it here. @JamesNdu pretty much said it all. Even more hilarious is the fact that he hogged peoples TL’s by tweeting this simultaneously… LOL! Hope you enjoy it cos I know I did!

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As tweeted by @JamesNdu (It began at 8:25am 8/09/2011)

I’m about to hug TL’s.

As a person, I have always despised faking. Airs, affectations, pretending to what you’re not, trying to impress people. It irritates me.

I’m a firm believer in being you. Be yourself. If people like it, fine. If they don’t, well, who cares? Why try to please humans anyway?

People don’t really know what they want, that’s the truth. That’s why they can love you today and hate you tomorrow, or vice versa.

I’m not making a case for bad behavior. I’m not saying go out and be nasty and be horrible to people and then, when you’re called out, you say ‘But that’s who I am. I can’t change the way I behave just to please you.’ No

That’s not the kind of thing I’m talking about. Common courtesy and manners are essential.

Considering and respecting the feelings of others before taking action is a virtue we all must cultivate.

No, the kind of thing I’m talking about is acting. Acting superior when you start performing for people.; when you start behaving in a certain way, trying to project some kind of elevated status; when you start trying to ‘oppress’. That’s what I’m talking about.

Ok. What is the point of this piece? It’s simple.

I want to talk about something that typifies the kind of behavior mentioned above, something that is rampant now in Nigeria, especially in Lagos: Fake Accents.

We’ve all heard foreign accents. American accents, British accents, orisirisi accents; everybody on the Island has one these days.

Just enter an office on Ajose Adeogun and you hear things like ‘Ohmigod! Tope, is that yeou? I haven’t seen you in ay-jes! How you doing?’

And Tope replies, ‘Oh, I’m foine. Hawee yeou?’

In Lagos of 2011, foreign accents are everywhere. You can’t escape them.

We hear them on TV, radio, at school, at work, at church, at parties, at the cinemas, fast-food joints, on the street, in buses, everywhere.

Accents are ubiquitous these days.

They have almost become de rigueur, a must-have social requirement for living and working in Lagos.

With the rise of these foreign accents, an accompanying belief has emerged.

The belief that until you speak your English with some kind of British or American accent, you haven’t sufficiently demonstrated your sophistication or shown yourself worthy to be regarded as a member of the ‘elite’ or ‘upper class’

Fake accents have proliferated.

But it wasn’t like this. I grew up in Lagos, and during my school days in the 90s, people didn’t go around saying things like ‘Hawee yeou?’

Oh, yes there were many people with foreign accents even then but you could tell that the accents were real genuine ones,

As I remember, some of my schoolmates had foreign accents back then, but such children usually just came back to Nigeria with their parents after years of living abroad.

Some of them were even born abroad, but the funny thing is, after spending – at the most – two full terms with us, they would have lost their accents and they would be speaking exactly the way we, born and bred Naija kids, were speaking.

However, these days, you see fully grown, fully developed twenty-something Lagos adults, who were born, bred and ‘buttered’ in Lagos, go to the UK for one year to pursue a Masters and they come back with a total British accent that doesn’t disappear for up to five years after they completed the degree.

Or you see people who went abroad for a two-month vacation and they come back to Lagos with foreign accents.

And then people who can’t even tell the difference between London and the entire United Kingdom, and everything they say ends with ‘innit?’

So I believe the question is how did we get here? When did having an accent become a status symbol?

Why has everybody in Lagos suddenly gone foreign accent-crazy? What led to this?

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And it does not end here!!! i still have 5 pages worth of tweet material so you better keep your eyes here… the laughs will be amplified right here tomorrow as i give you part 2 of @JamesNdu on “Whats up with your (fake) accent?”

you know its ur gurl—–>> StandupChic

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tHe Ex-FiLeS!!!!!!!

9 Sep

“Uhhmmmm… Is this about that TV series from a while back…? Or are we talking about the movie?”

I’m talking about the files where we record all the EX-boyfriends and EX-girlfriends. Those people that at some point in your lives constituted the very essence of your existence but are now so removed from your life, it’s amazing that you were ever so into them and so close. Suddenly whatever feelings that were there, and were shared are somewhat reversed, or transformed, sometimes beyond recognition.

Isn’t it just strange how we are so totally absorbed with someone for some time and then for some reason (and we all know there are countless reasons; rational and otherwise) we just lose those feelings and move on? Everything you shared; memories, experiences, intimacy, plans …… all just put aside as we start life afresh without these people that were so dear to us. Most of us (the best of us… :D ) have folders full of records but it’s not our fault thou.

We are all just looking for Love, Companionship, Commitment, and some Sense of Completion, thus the continuous search, leaving us with the long lists of people that we tried but failed with, and trust me, some of these lists can be looooonnnng. ( I didn’t say look at me oh… Lol!)  But who can blame anyone; Would you rather live with “coulda, woulda, shoulda….. But I dint do that” (by Celine Dion) as your theme music? At least try and see what comes out of it…. (Yup! It’s that thought frame that makes the filing necessary. Ha ha ha!)

Now this is the interesting part.  These Ex-files are seriously catalogued o. The Exes are categorised, and for everyone it’s done different. Here thou, I’m categorizing based on the different ways we feel about our Exes when we see them.

File 1: The EX that you see and you just wanna shoot yourself.

“What did I ever see in this Moron?” In fact, you are even tormented at the thought of people knowing you had anything to do with the person. You want the ground to open and swallow you up when you mistakenly meet him somewhere and he/she is acting like a darn fool, or looking rather scruffy and untidy, or is in the company of the ghastly and unsightly. You seriously do not wanna be /or have this Ex. Lol! It’s an Ex you wish you can wipe from your history books. (too bad that is not happening. :P )

File 2: The Ex you look at any you wonder why you ever let go.

Why you ever let things go wrong, why you didn’t try harder (right now am thinking about someone. *sniff sniff*). You yourself know you messed up or didn’t try hard enough, or you weren’t patient enough. Or you wish they had tried a little harder or the circumstances had been different. Bottom line, you know you had a good thing but it’s gone now.

File 3: The Ex that will be your friends forever and ever.

It is unfortunate that you can’t be together no matter how much you loved each other, cos you know what they say; “Love is not enough”. So you just take a few steps backward and settle as friends. You feel a sense of… i dont know… kinship of some sort towards them and you know you’ve always got their back. Hopefully they’ll feel the same way about you too. this venture is sometimes risky thou as it’s very easy for the feelings to be rekindled and you find yourself been drawn back into a relationship that might still end. Not every one can pull it off without strings.

And so on and so forth……////////there’s numerous categories ……..

But however your relationship is with your Ex; bitter, sweet, civil … Is it just me that still feels a little uncomfortable when I see the person with another girl? I don’t know but somehow I still feel a little pinch somewhere. Not that there are feelings attached, or you do not wish them well but still…… it’s something I do not get?

And let me ask this; do you sometimes finds yourself checking out your Ex’s new partner and wondering if they are doing a better job than you did?

Is it just me that does a little victory dance (In my head thou) when I look at her and think to myself, “I am so much Hotter than her. *sticking tongue out* Sucks for you!” (Still in my head oh) while I act very sweet am chummy with the both of them. (Hey, don’t judge me… Lol  :D)

Sadly, reverse is the also the case when she’s DDG and HOT and I wanna run and hide, but since I can’t I console myself with spiteful thoughts like, “Humph… he will suffer… she’s such a high maintenance chic”, or “she will so chop his money” or “Whatever good riddance to bad rubbish, she can have my vomit”. LOL! Yes oh, I have bad-belle and I know.

Another thing is how good I feel when I meet an Ex by chance and am looking fresh to death. (Wink wink*) :D Oh Wow! What joy feels my soul as my theme song for that moment plays in my head…, “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me… Don’t cha?” (Pussy cat Dolls) *evil laugh* Ohh!! Best feeling Everrrr!

Sigh* the Ex-files! :)  i’m sure y’all have your own juicy files stored up somewhere.

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So people,  do y’all categorize too? how so? i wanna hear all bout your feelings on your exes,  about your relationship with them, and if you share my thoughts. 

Stwowbewwy kisses!!! :* :*

BLoG nOtE!!

8 Sep

My PIPO!! (in razz pronunciation of people)  It has been way too long!

So a whole month (August) and just one blog. I can’t even begin to explain the major lack of mojo (i mean motivation oh… not porn abeg….Lol!) that has been the cause of this; I just haven’t been inspired to write anything. I start something and stop, or I write and it just doesn’t add up… you know what i mean?! Sigh! Anyway, that aside… i do plan to be more frequent, even thou i can’t promise to blog every day, or every week just yet (cos that’s my goal). Praying for inspiration from above! *eyes closed with a halo over my head*

In  other news, My friend Iga, a.k.a Eager (@badmannequin) who just started this cool new social networking site just asked my blog to be featured on it. Y’all can’t even begin to imagine how flattered I am. we still working on it thou but soon as it’s in full swing, I’ll hola and let y’all in on it. So keep your fingers crossed k!.

I’v been getting alot of cool new ideas for my blog and its all pretty exciting… there’ll be lots of additions to its content and its variety so do hang on tight as i plan to whip up a rollercoaster here. In the end it all balls down to having fun fun fun!!!

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So new Post coming up tomorrow! Interesting stuff! So don’t miss it!

StandupChic —–>>>> OUT!! Sayonara!

Words From A Broken Heart.

3 Aug

Hey Y’all!! Hope y’all have been great cos I’ve been Fabulous!! Its been like a week since I posted anything. I seem to have run a little short on inspiration already… LOL! well not exactly sha, it’s just that I have so many ideas, it’s coordinating them that’s the challenge. I’ve been working on a number of different ideas for my blog but then I remembered a note I posted on f.b 2 years ago. This however, is the revised and edited version.

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ITS BLOOD; MY TEARS

 

My heart is bleeding

Its blood; my tears…

As I hurt, I feel no physical pain

Just this suffocation

This inexplicable anguish

 

I wish I could feel it

Like a blade in my skin… or a thorn in my flesh…

But this heartache is phantom

This pain isn’t physical

I just know it’s there, arched deep within me

 

It takes me unawares

Seizes me when am unsuspecting

I can’t stop it, I can’t hide it…

I can only make excuses for the shame it brings me;

Shame that is born of my weak spirit
 

I want to control this dysphoria in my soul

But nothing I do makes me feel better 

Talking opens doors to memories rather forgotten

For even out of goodness, bitterness can emerge

Sweet memories now bring deep regret

 

I ask myself, how could good memories bring such grief? 

Yet I know the answer deep within me

For this pain in my heart was born out of an illusion of happiness

A joy that brought my heart sadness

Laughter that now makes my soul bleed tears….


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So there it is. At the time when i wrote this, i felt i was going through the worst possible heartbreak ever. The love of my life (or so i thought at the time …..lol *now rolling my eyes* ) had left me broken and spinning on this absurd emotional roller coaster.


Tears were a bitter reminder of my pain and flowed freely and uncontrollably. i would just sit and start crying for no particular reason, in class, with my friends, while talking about something not even related to the issue… the tears just welled out… 


It became so embarrassing, having to explain to surprised friends when tears just started rolling down in the middle of a random conversation. I didn’t even know why i was crying. Lol!


Now when i think of that time, i smile cos i know i was nowhere near rock bottom even thou i thought i was. Even thou at that point i felt like i could never love again, i still did Love, over n over again!. Truth is Time heals all wounds. So now, even when something hurts so bad, i just tell myself its fine… cos i know it just hurts this bad at the moment and it’ll hurt even less as the days go by until that pain is nothing but a distant memory. 


For me, that’s the Silver Lining!


Strawberry Kisses!




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