April's Fool

ooh, i remember this one.

April child he was and a damned fool too.

One trip to SA and he was feeling like a "G"

Gosh, the worlds original Fool.

New Month, New Man?

Stepping into a new month, i set goals, targets...i usually scribble it on post-its or type it in note-pad. i actually typed it in note-pad this time around and next thing i know, a list of seven had become ten. What? who added three more goals for me. . .i had to laugh.
8, Get rid of Ex-Boyfriends pictures
9, Delete Ex-Boyfriends texts
10, A Man!

Ok.. .i could guess who had put this in,lol, but i began to think of it. I have never once set out to "find a man" i just seem to happen upon them, and now that i even decided to go on a "Man-Diet" i seem to be more desirable.

8, Pictures. . .

I love pictures and all the dudes i have gone out with are very cute, so i have their pics on my computer and a few printed ones. The first time Libby, my Afro-Asian friend spied my collection, she became all so serious, You have to throw them out..how will you ever get a serious relationship hugging all these pictures!!!

I didnt take her advice, i just believe pictures are just what they are, pictures! nothing more to it. i dont fantasize or daydream about them. Maybe when i get a very convincing argument on throwing them or deleting them, i would do that, for now, they are gonna be there :)

9, Texts. . .

Well, i really should delete this, i intend to get a new phone, so when i do, id just transfer relevant numbers and begin to use it but i may just keep that old phone somewhere without deleting anything. . .i love having evidence..lol!

10, Man...

The town, im currently in, seems to have a large supply of Corpers and Married men, none that i would date. the married men even let you know they are married and would answer any and every question you pose concerning their marriage, leaving nothing out. yet they wouldnt hesitate to tell you how, beautiful your eyes are, how much your lips are calling them and many funny "poetic" descriptions of body parts you don't even pay attention to. The corpers, these ones always want to know where you are working, how much you earn. .and some stuff, i dont want to mention.

Anyway!

I wouldn't lie and say im totally loving my singleness, but i have promised myself this rein.

I have had a few dinners and dates here and there, my boss, my boss's friends, business partners, and quite a number of random guys, even the guy next door who seems to be married, ok..he has a son but i never saw any woman there. . .

I want a Man of course!! but im tired of feeling desperate, id rather wait now, its freaking hard o! but i have been clean for two months now.

Lets see how this thang goes...........

VALENTINE....err actually RAPHEAL's Day

Britain's Roman Catholic Church is advising lovelorn singles to direct their February 14 requests for love to St Raphael, rather than St Valentine.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/7888539.stm



Ok, so I'm just going to write this to get it off of my chest. Most of you probably don't care what my opinion is, but if you're reading this you're going to get it anyway. I'm sick of people pushing Valentine's Day down my throat. Seriously, taken or single, people freak over this F****** holiday. Those in a relationship (girls that is) sit there and gush to one another about what their guy got them. They flash their new diamonds around, carry roses all over the office, talk about their new lingerie, etc. They use their man's gifts as a way to one up their female pals and consequentially rub it the single girl's face that they have a man and she doesn't. Basically it's a pissing contest for women.

Then you have those single people, both guys and girls (girls tend to be worse thanks to those people who rub in their gifts) who act nonchalant and pissy all day. They proclaim they don't care about Valentine's Day, that it's really "Singles Awareness Day." A day designed to make single people feel sorry for themselves, a day to go get drunk with buddies and tell the other sex (or same, whatever floats your boat) to go to hell. "Who needs a significant other anyway!?" Seriously, you're not fooling anyone. We all know that you're single, lonely and pissed about being so. Yes, i really am, this is the first Valentine in my over ten years of being "valed" that i am totally single, i am mighty pissed!


Probably the person who gets the biggest rip off in the whole Valentine's Day saga is the man in a relationship. I swear that unless he gets his girl a new car, a 10 carat ring, 5 dozen roses, and dinner complete with a bottle of Dom, he's getting screwed. You know that some asshole got his girlfriend something better, and now he's getting bragged to by the girlfriend. "Thanks for the diamond earrings dear. They're….cute. Nike's fiancé got her a 12 carat canary yellow diamond pendant." Face it guys, no matter what, you really can't win.

This is not the worse case scenario, believe it or not. No, worse case is that your girlfriend tells you, "Oh, I don't need anything for Valentine's Day. Just having you is enough. Let's not exchange presents." What ever you do, DON'T BELIEVE HER!!!!! This is a ploy, and I guarantee that she'll show up on Valentine's Day with a little something-something for you (or maybe nothing at all). Either way, you WILL be expected to have something in return for her. The more she emphasizes that she doesn't want something, the MORE SHE DOES. You are just supposed to be smart enough to know this. Her words will probably be "When I say 'Don't get me anything,' it doesn't mean 'Get me nothing!'" And she's not lying guys, you will be in serious sex deprivation for an extended period of time if you don't get her anything. The only reason she's saying that she doesn't want anything is so that she seems less like a greedy freak. And if you screw up, you look like an ass.

Another one of my pet peeves about this holiday is that people will say, "It's so commercialized. There shouldn't be one day where we celebrate love, we should celebrate it every day." Please, are you kidding me? What holiday isn't commercialized? Where the hell did the Easter bunny come from? What does a god damn rabbit have to do with Christ's resurrection? And obviously, where does Santa Clause come in, other than as a way to bribe our children? I think that love is an amazing thing and worthy of celebration. So don't tell me that you refuse to celebrate such a commercialized holiday.

Basically what I'm trying to say is that guys get the crap end of Valentine's Day and girls use it as a way to compare their men to others. Single people use it as an excuse to be bitter and drunk. Honestly, I don't see the big deal over this holiday. Whenever i have been with a boyfriend i really loved, I don't need a dozen roses or a bottle of champagne to tell me that he loves me back. He doesn't need a pair of cheapy boxers to know how I feel. I never felt the need to brag to my fellow female about whatever the BF got me. For me, it was and still is a day to say "Hooray, we still love one another!" And I can think of waaaay more fun ways to demonstrate that than boxers and chocolates. So I'm an quite upset right now..LOL


P.S. To any guy that wants to know-i really do love expensive and well made stuff, i dont think its equal to love though :)

Home Alone

So i blog.
at least i try to,
it is becoming therapeutic, and im getting very much into it
My own personal space to Rant and Rave as much as i want to
I am not a writer, neither do i have, even vague aspirations
pardon my prose.

Only today, driving out with a friend, just trying to have some fun about town.
she is a blogger too, a friend of ours says to her, hey C, i read your Blog
I start to think, how would i feel if someone i knew came across this page?
i only just started and i dont know what i would be posting later...
My friend, C, says Oh well, and gives a nervous laugh.

When we are alone again, i ask her how she feels
she tells me, it deoends on the person, and she doesnt really have anything to hide
so whosoever wants to read her blog can read it.
i havent told her i have a blog, no one who knows me, knows...im hoping it doesnt change
i really just want this for my self....

My own home, Alone, free to express my self, White, the colour of free.


Other thoughts...

Dont you just like a guy who gets it?

Who understands that you want to be left alone

Who understands that you are not interested, even remotely

A guy who wont waste airtime, trying to convince you

that He is THE ONE

A guy who wont let you waste energy by focusing your eyes or mind on him

Those kinda guys!

God Bless 'Em !!!

BACK BACK BACK, 09!

OHHHHHHHH

I am so sorry for the neglect, i seriously didnt think blogging would be so hard

and i had to go through a lot of personal changes, i changed my job, i am in a new state for now, i had to drop the married mallam of course, infact, this year is like a breath of fresh air i truly needed.

i promise not to run off without saying why, and to update as much as possible!!!

Holiday!!

i just feel like dancing to that Madonnas tune!!



im so happy, going to dubai yay!!, tmrw morning



Yes, im going with Him.



i deserve this rest o, they have just bin working my butt off at the company.



am i the only one!!!



anyways, when i get back, gist no go finish



later y'all



HAPPY SALLAH AND INDEPENDENCE!!!!!

The Sybarite II

I have been away on serious business o, i hardly have time these days, please o may una pardon me se.

Black Silk shirt, grey pencil skirt, new hairdo, fresh make up, 6inch patent pumps.

yo, i looked HOT. i was too fricking HOT for that day but omo it had to be worthwhile o.

HE SEDUCED ME.

Came over to my desk and starts asking me questions "How do you pronounce Sienne?"

"Whats your job description?" "Lemme have your card" in a voice that would break Medusa's heart

30secs passed as my brain tried to refocus, where did i put my cards! this guy was too close for cmfort, his cologne was making me weak. Found it atlast! Gosh Sybarite, get a GRIP! After i handed my card over to him, He just walked away like nothing had happened. ok maybe it only happened to me then. All eyes turned to me then.

Quiet questions were thrown around, i just fixed my eyes on my pc and forgot about everyone there as i tried to relive the 3mins i had spent with Him.

Chei i think its time i described this guy o.

Well, Well. as i packed my things to leave the office that day, i got a call, a strange number eh, i was curious and i crossed my fingers. Hello, When are you leaving the office. In a few minutes i replied somewhat shakily, ok, he said, lemme know i will wait for you outside, ok i said n hung up.
a million things were flying through my head and when i sat down in the passengers seat of his G series, i was like Whoah, this cannot be happening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, i saw the ring, d ring i saw.

And we started talking, after my apprehension i started to feel relaxed, soothed even. i felt like kicking off my pumps and cuddling with him infrnt of the fireplace......... This was the first day, i think i was grateful for traffic, on a gud day the drive to my house wont be more than 15mins, but today it seemed more like an hour, GREAT!

I have a Wife, two kids he said and smiled so brightly i felt like knocking the shine off his teeth, oh really, she's in the states, Nigerian, i blinked so hard, to avoid the tears that threatened to dislodge. okey i tried smiling back. Anyways he said he was a muslim, i felt safer.lol. im sorry i hope i dont get castigated but i think they are allowed to marry more than one wife oo! not that he told me of any intention.. . . .

Chei! Sybarite You don Hook!

The Sybarite

Who is?

i am.

i wont apologize for what i am, what i love.

i don't covet, that is, other people's

i long for what they do not have.

Its a life i have seen that comes with a PRICE.

You don't get the things i want for free.

i wont go out of my way, still i must have them.


The Sybarite I, also loves in this way.

i do not covet Other's, i covet what they do not have.

i must have mine.

this is why this Story is here.

Once upon a time, The Sybarite coveted what was Another's

Due to demand, i gatsta continu

Ok! My First thought wasn't, Oh! someone must own this one o!

it was more CAN I own THIS ONE!!!!

The Sybarite is hardly phazed by what guys have to offer, but this one didnt

even offer a thing and she was phazed.

The Sybarite knows how to read a guy, but this one couldn't be read.

The Sybarite knows it rude to stare, but she couldn't help it.

The Sybarite dosnt give older guys a second glance, but she was mighty glad

this one gave her a glance.

The Sybarite is usually calm and composed, exuding an air of control and surety, but this one unnerved the skin outta her.

The Sybarite is asking herself questions! QUESTIONS!!

Sienne! my colleague called, i was forming busy on my PC, but i had been stealing glances and trying to answer my self-composed Q's. I looked up slowly after the tenth call. He was still there, but Kendra, my partner was whispering to me. She was asking me if i needed some material for the project i was to work on, i thought she was asking me about HIM. Yes, i answered caught between the Reality and Mylity. Kendra went back to her system, and i to mine "why didnt she just IM me" i thought. Nansense gal!

i Buzzed her, she turned to look at me and i gave her OUR LOOK. Who is HE? i asked typing into the yahoo chat box. she sent a ROTFL smiley. i followed with a Puzzled smiley. Fine! she sent, He is a boss from the next block. Indeed, i replied. She gave me the 411 on HIM. By now, HE had left our office, but my heart was still racing. He had never entered our office, Kendra told me, she would know better, haven worked there longer than i had. "ok, ok" i tried to think. He cant be that gen gen jo!! i consoled myself. i will survive. i managed to turn to the project i had been on before the welcome intrusion. Before i knew what was happening, it was time to go home. i had to wait for a few to catch a ride with Angela who was going to The Galleria, i would just walk home. Walk i did, with HIM on my mind. Even when Ike called, i couldnt make out his usual ramblings, at least before i dey try, but today, he could have been speaking icelandic, i wouldnt have given it a thought.

As i lay on my Chocolate covered bed, "Sybarite oooo!! wetin dey do you" i thought. He is not gen gen jooooo!!! i consoled myself for the Millionth time. With that i fell asleep, and NO, i didn't Dream about HIM. My Dreams are reserved for DAYtime, atleast thats what happened that night.

Sybarite, You Don Hook.

The Lover, The Wise and the Sybarite

I didnt know what to title this, but it is going to be a story in progress.

i met someone, wiser, older, He is my Lover. when i say older, you have no idea!

i cant type much just now, im trying to compose the whole thing in my head.

it brings tears to my eyes when i think of it and a certain warmth to my heart.

i talk with him almost everyday and im just so taken.. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Blog-Hopping

I have been doing a bit of Blogville prancing, hopping if you may.

wow, some blogs are mighty personal, some people write so much :-O

and so well, wow.

thats the much i can say, WOW.

im jealous of some of you o!, you seem to have such interesting lives, hopping from

one continent to the next, when all i got is me Lasgidi, :-(

LOL.

its all good though, its nice to know people are as real as they come

i may not comment often but i am definitely reading!

i will try to inject as much life as possible into my blog, i dont want it at -0.001 degrees.

As to my Tori, e dey come : -P