Hey Blogsville...
Happy Sunday to you all! Just got back from church, and had correct eba n' egusi soup, courtesy my mother. (I knw sum ppls mouths are watering...lol). Service was humbling, and a reminder that without Him we are nothing. And sometimes we prioritize wrongly, putting Him on the "to-do-list" and never actually getting around to it.
So all weekend the weather has been great! Talk about real sun, not that fake one that sun is shining cold go dey catch. 89degrees baby! Went out without a jacket, and walked to get some correct Vit. D. I dnt know but there's this feeling of excitement I get when the weather is nice. Waking up to sunlight streaming in thru the windows and lighting up the room, just puts me in a good mood and keeps my spirit up. I guess maybe because it reminds me of Naij, and the weather, and I dnt have to wear coats that weigh me down...lol.
Anyways, after eating my correct eba I was thinking, that since I joined blogsville I've been anonymous or "undercover", and although I still wanna keep it that way, I thought it would be nice to share a little bit of Miss Enigma or Undercover07 (I can't decide which name I like best) with you guys. Call it a meme or an icebreaker or wareva u wanna. Don't know howfar I'll go sha o...but let's see: PS: This is list is gonna be very random so beware o!
- I can't swim. I luv water, but my Mom was too scared to let me n' my older sis learn to swim :(.
- I luv to dance. I don't exercise, I dance. Sometimes when listening to a 9ja tune I jst wanna get down n' move my body, but I'm sure the people around me will think something is wrong wiv me. I dnt knw how people sit still listening to music, yea I knw some songs r just for chillin' no dance needed, but when u're listening to jamz like 'Kini big deal', 'bumper 2 bumper', 'Bosigbangba', 'Wiskolowiska', M.I's album and co...demonstration is needed...lol
- My fav. shows are Brothers n' Sisters, Dancing with the Stars, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill.
- One of my fav. movies is Tomb Raider; I luv Angelina Jolie n' her dnt mess attitude (No homo).
- I like small cute tattoos like butterflies, angels, or initials; but umm the fear of God and needles would not let me get one o!
- I luv jewelry especially real .925 (silver jewelry), I think it looks great on black/dark skin. I'm not into yellow gold even though I might wear it once in a while when am going for a wedding and my Mom insists. I think my wedding band is gonna be white gold or platinum.
- Once worked in the jewelry department of a store, and yup a good chunk of my pay-check went right back to the store.
- I luv sleep! I can sleep for 10hours straight! Chances of me waking up to answer a phone-call or very, very slim.
- I'm horrible at returning phone-calls, texts and generally keeping in touch. Sometimes I don't know what to say when I call and I hate that awkward moment in the conversation when we've both run out of things to say after the pleasantries, so I avoid it. As for guys, I never return the call bcos I know wat they really wanna know is "when can we hang out?", and I find it uncomfortable hanging out with a guy who I know is interested, but I am not becos I have a man, and therefore every other guy is invisible...lol...sorry.
- When it comes to colors and style, I'm more of a sexy, classy n' mature look. I admire people who take risks with colors because I don't. There people who can pull off certain color combos and styles, and that's not me. Like neon colors, vintage and all dat, no be me at all. Even with my nails, I play safe but yday I stepped out of my comfort zone with hot pink nail-polish, and am luvin' it!!!
- Brown is my favorite color. (Me playing safe again...lol) I feel its timeless, and mature. I have 3 brown pocket-books (hand-bags), 4 brown jackets, 3 brown pairs of boots...u get the drift. My school folder is brown too...lol.
- I'm 4"11 (yes yes, I'm short, tiny, petitie or compact as my babie calls me...lol) and I wear flats most of the time. I only wear heels if I have to: wedding, church, interview, clubbing (I carry flat slippers in my clutch cos I want to dance and not break my leg or ankle). Thank goodness that I can wear flats to work if not e for hard.
- I used to be conscious of my height and size, but I totally love it now! Ppl are always eager to help...like when traveling to 9ja and pushing suitcases dat I can literally fit in, every guy wants to help, or when I board the plane b4 I say "jack" sum1 has offered to help put my hand luggage in the top compartment. People are just seem intrigued, and such can be used to my advantage. It sucks @ times sha especially in 9ja where they dnt look at ID, instead they size u up b4 u let u in. Well, dats why my man is 3times my size...like Will n Jada.
- Ehen, I luv power-bikes! I doubt if I'll ever learn to ride o, but I luv going for a ride. And whenever am in 9ja, I don't fail to fly bike o. Yes, I know they are dangerous but come on. Wind in ur hair, stunners on, going so fast you think you can fly, while others are in traffic...its like my Angelina Jolie badass chic moment...lol. My boyfrnd hates 'em and cringes when I tell him I got on one.
- I luv 9ja food...especially Ofada rice, and beans and dodo. My Mom keeps saying even with all the beans I eat, I refused to add height...meanwhile she's like 5"3 o...lol.
- There are only two kids in my family; my older sister is married with kids...U get the picture.
- I like using "..." a lot; am sure u've noticed that by now.
- Besides blogging...I have a journal. I've been keeping journals since JS3. I took a break off them later on, but I think I have about 6 journals hidden somewhere in the ceiling in my room in 9ja. Dnt ask why or how they got there...that was the safest place I cld think of b4 leaving. Wld go and carry my property when next I go home.
- Ohhh did I tell u that I'm crazy about BMW's! I think they are classy, hot, and multi-purpose. U can drive 'em to work, a night out or even a day with the kids. My dream cars 650i convertible and X5 30i.
- I'm in a LDR with someone I met three years ago, and 'em we sha had something but then I just disappeared without a word. And three years later and a couple of relationships later, we're together again. DB and Roc were the first commenters then when the drama was unfolding.
Ok o e don do for one post. I'll continue this at a much later date in the not so near future. Maybe when next am bored, and in the mood. Thanks for stopping by.
Enjoy ur week guys, and hope you all accomplish whatever it is you have set out for the week. Goodluck to those writing exams, tests, papers or meeting dead-lines at work. In whatever you do, put your best foot forward, and remember to put Him first!
Luff u guys!
xoxo Miss Enigma!
PS: Was gonna upload pics of my hot pink nails but blogger is acting up.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Unmerited Favor
Hello Blogsville...
As at this morning, the plan was to update you guys on how things were with the boyfriend and I; but through the course of the day, that has changed because "man proposes, God disposes."
I stayed up till 4am yday to work on an assignment that was due for my 12.30pm class,and then woke up 5hrs later to put finishing touches and prepare for school. I tried to get dressed in time to catch an early bus and get to school on time so I could print my work and all that, but as I looked at my clock I knew I wouldn't make it, but still, I continued to organize my stuff. Normally, I dnt switch bags for school, but because I was carrying a big text-book I needed to today. As, I was about putting my books and things into the bag, I noticed a bank envelope inside. I took it out to see if there was anything in it; lo and behold my people of blogsville, I found two crispy hundred dollar bills!
Fast forward. I have a math test in about 2hrs so I decide to go to the library to brush up before the test; but stopped to used the bathroom first. 2hrs later, am packing my property and about to head to class for the test, when suddenly I realize that my purse is no where to be found! Immediately it hits me, I left it in the bathroom 2hrs ago! So I rush back, mumbling to myself "Pls God, pls God..." I walk into the bathroom...but it was gone. My last hope was that maybe, just maybe someone was nice enough to drop it with the security guards at the library entrance. But wat are the chances of that happening? My purse held everything, credit cards, debit cards, licence, school ID, insurance card, family pics, and my money o! In this time of economic/ credit crunch, this no be time to lose money ooo!! I approached the security guard and asked her if any1 had dropped of a brown purse? She reached into her drawer and pulled out my purse! Everything was intact! Not even a dime was missing!
Its been a long day and all I want to do is catch elimination show of American Idol while nicely tucked underneath the covers...thats all am thinking about as I get off the bus and begin the challenge of climbing up this really steep hill. Bout 15mins later I am finally infront of my apartment when a tiny voice says check ur pocket to make sure ur bus-pass is there o! U guessed right, it wasn't. I had just bought the pass on my way to school...a whole $81 monthly pass, na e don disappear so like film trick. Oya, about turn! I started walking back down the hill to the bus-stop; I must to find am. And found it I did. And yes, I had to climb the freaking hill again!
...Yup blogsville, all this happened in one day. Some might say the stars lined up for me, or that I was just lucky. I disagree. It was all by His Grace...God's GRACE! Everyday we receive his grace in various aspects of our life. From waking up to finding my bus-pass its all by His grace. I mean whoever found that purse could have walked away with it, and done whatever they wanted to, but they didn't...
Although I am His child and thus entitled to blessings of the kingdom, I am not worthy. I focus so much on my so called busy life, that I forget who gave me life. Constantly on the go trying to meet dead-lines and honor appointments and handle schedules... but never taking time to schedule an appointment with my Father. I try not to turn people down, but am always post-poning or cancelling my date with Him. But like a patient lover He perseveres. Never judging or giving up on me, even when I give up on myself. A man with interests would have lost interest in me by now, but unlike man He does not lie...so when He says that I am the apple of His eyes, He means it.
I am not worthy, but still yet He envelopes me in His love, and humbles me with HIS GRACE- unmerited favor from God.
As at this morning, the plan was to update you guys on how things were with the boyfriend and I; but through the course of the day, that has changed because "man proposes, God disposes."
I stayed up till 4am yday to work on an assignment that was due for my 12.30pm class,and then woke up 5hrs later to put finishing touches and prepare for school. I tried to get dressed in time to catch an early bus and get to school on time so I could print my work and all that, but as I looked at my clock I knew I wouldn't make it, but still, I continued to organize my stuff. Normally, I dnt switch bags for school, but because I was carrying a big text-book I needed to today. As, I was about putting my books and things into the bag, I noticed a bank envelope inside. I took it out to see if there was anything in it; lo and behold my people of blogsville, I found two crispy hundred dollar bills!
Fast forward. I have a math test in about 2hrs so I decide to go to the library to brush up before the test; but stopped to used the bathroom first. 2hrs later, am packing my property and about to head to class for the test, when suddenly I realize that my purse is no where to be found! Immediately it hits me, I left it in the bathroom 2hrs ago! So I rush back, mumbling to myself "Pls God, pls God..." I walk into the bathroom...but it was gone. My last hope was that maybe, just maybe someone was nice enough to drop it with the security guards at the library entrance. But wat are the chances of that happening? My purse held everything, credit cards, debit cards, licence, school ID, insurance card, family pics, and my money o! In this time of economic/ credit crunch, this no be time to lose money ooo!! I approached the security guard and asked her if any1 had dropped of a brown purse? She reached into her drawer and pulled out my purse! Everything was intact! Not even a dime was missing!
Its been a long day and all I want to do is catch elimination show of American Idol while nicely tucked underneath the covers...thats all am thinking about as I get off the bus and begin the challenge of climbing up this really steep hill. Bout 15mins later I am finally infront of my apartment when a tiny voice says check ur pocket to make sure ur bus-pass is there o! U guessed right, it wasn't. I had just bought the pass on my way to school...a whole $81 monthly pass, na e don disappear so like film trick. Oya, about turn! I started walking back down the hill to the bus-stop; I must to find am. And found it I did. And yes, I had to climb the freaking hill again!
...Yup blogsville, all this happened in one day. Some might say the stars lined up for me, or that I was just lucky. I disagree. It was all by His Grace...God's GRACE! Everyday we receive his grace in various aspects of our life. From waking up to finding my bus-pass its all by His grace. I mean whoever found that purse could have walked away with it, and done whatever they wanted to, but they didn't...
Although I am His child and thus entitled to blessings of the kingdom, I am not worthy. I focus so much on my so called busy life, that I forget who gave me life. Constantly on the go trying to meet dead-lines and honor appointments and handle schedules... but never taking time to schedule an appointment with my Father. I try not to turn people down, but am always post-poning or cancelling my date with Him. But like a patient lover He perseveres. Never judging or giving up on me, even when I give up on myself. A man with interests would have lost interest in me by now, but unlike man He does not lie...so when He says that I am the apple of His eyes, He means it.
I am not worthy, but still yet He envelopes me in His love, and humbles me with HIS GRACE- unmerited favor from God.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Woo-saa!!!
Hey Blogsville,
How's everybody doing? I guess everyone's looking 4ward to the weekend...hopefully for that much needed rest. I haven't updated or blogged in awhile bcos I've been taking time to just listen and by listen I mean reading ur blogs and dropping comments here n' there. Great job guys! So b4 I unleash my bottled up emotions let me jst say dat what am about to type is simply a written version of my chaotic thoughts @ the moment; it most likely will not be coherent,and might make no sense but please I beg u to excuse my mood, and just allow me vent.
How can something be so wonderful one minute and just be totally upsetting the next. It picks you up one minute and the next it's slamming you against the hard floor like a laborer dropping a bag of cement...and just when u think u've had enuff, it goes on to throw you in a pool of mixed emotions. You can't decide if you are drowning out of fear or if it is dat u just dnt have the will power to swim or your pride won't let you beg to be saved. You feel so many things at the same time, you think this can't be possible...you're trying to think rationally and logically but you just can't. You try to make a point, your mind is racing, your heart is pumping, your hands are making gestures, and your lips are moving but the words...the words...where are the right words to make your point?
If only I myself could understand what exactly I am feeling maybe that would help; but I have no clue. I'm so used to talking to him everyday on the phone, and hours chatting that one day without a phone-call and am mad. Honestly, am not mad truth is I miss him...but when he finally calls or comes online my pride won't let me say I missed u. Instead I have a diva attitude, I'm responding in mono-syllables, and not calling him Babie. Wivout even wasting time he apologizes and tries to explain; I know its not an everyday thing and its very unlike him but cut him some slack, I won't. Day 1, Day 2...I know am holding on to a flimsy issue for too damn long... Day 3, "Come on luv...am sorry" he says, I wanna stop and call him Babie so bad, but I've dragged a flimsy issue for so long that I dnt know how to shake it off.
3 days, he's apologized, inquired to know wats wrong, how he can fix it, and all dat...and all three days I've shot him down. Y'day he's gotten frustrated and doesn't know watelse to say so he decides to give me my space to clear my head and all. Now it's been 24hrs and not a word, and if I say I dnt miss him...na lie I talk o! I can't tell you how many times I check my fone to see if he was online, or sent a text or maybe even a missed call.
Yes I know I over-played the Diva card, but now I dnt knw how to find my way back. My stubborness won't allow me make the first move, and even if I tried wat do I say? Saying am sorry makes me feel like the weak party. I don't know man, I'll hold out till 2morrow and see what happens.
Now that I've emptied my jumbled thots...and can begin to think clearly, lemme summarize in a couple of sentences, what am not handling well and need to figure out how to. (I'm not ashamed to tell u my blogsville family that I have flaws...lol). Bcos I do not want to be considered as the weak party am picking unnecessary fights, and as a result am losing sight of when to (and not) compromise, and when to walk away.
So my question is this; "How do you compromise without feeling like the weak party? How do you pick your fights without feeling like you are over-reacting? And how do you know to walk away from certain issues for the sake of your sanity?"
This will be a topic for another day. I'm off to bed.
PS: I'm gonna laugh at myself in the morning when I read this post. Love is work o!
How's everybody doing? I guess everyone's looking 4ward to the weekend...hopefully for that much needed rest. I haven't updated or blogged in awhile bcos I've been taking time to just listen and by listen I mean reading ur blogs and dropping comments here n' there. Great job guys! So b4 I unleash my bottled up emotions let me jst say dat what am about to type is simply a written version of my chaotic thoughts @ the moment; it most likely will not be coherent,and might make no sense but please I beg u to excuse my mood, and just allow me vent.
How can something be so wonderful one minute and just be totally upsetting the next. It picks you up one minute and the next it's slamming you against the hard floor like a laborer dropping a bag of cement...and just when u think u've had enuff, it goes on to throw you in a pool of mixed emotions. You can't decide if you are drowning out of fear or if it is dat u just dnt have the will power to swim or your pride won't let you beg to be saved. You feel so many things at the same time, you think this can't be possible...you're trying to think rationally and logically but you just can't. You try to make a point, your mind is racing, your heart is pumping, your hands are making gestures, and your lips are moving but the words...the words...where are the right words to make your point?
If only I myself could understand what exactly I am feeling maybe that would help; but I have no clue. I'm so used to talking to him everyday on the phone, and hours chatting that one day without a phone-call and am mad. Honestly, am not mad truth is I miss him...but when he finally calls or comes online my pride won't let me say I missed u. Instead I have a diva attitude, I'm responding in mono-syllables, and not calling him Babie. Wivout even wasting time he apologizes and tries to explain; I know its not an everyday thing and its very unlike him but cut him some slack, I won't. Day 1, Day 2...I know am holding on to a flimsy issue for too damn long... Day 3, "Come on luv...am sorry" he says, I wanna stop and call him Babie so bad, but I've dragged a flimsy issue for so long that I dnt know how to shake it off.
3 days, he's apologized, inquired to know wats wrong, how he can fix it, and all dat...and all three days I've shot him down. Y'day he's gotten frustrated and doesn't know watelse to say so he decides to give me my space to clear my head and all. Now it's been 24hrs and not a word, and if I say I dnt miss him...na lie I talk o! I can't tell you how many times I check my fone to see if he was online, or sent a text or maybe even a missed call.
Yes I know I over-played the Diva card, but now I dnt knw how to find my way back. My stubborness won't allow me make the first move, and even if I tried wat do I say? Saying am sorry makes me feel like the weak party. I don't know man, I'll hold out till 2morrow and see what happens.
Now that I've emptied my jumbled thots...and can begin to think clearly, lemme summarize in a couple of sentences, what am not handling well and need to figure out how to. (I'm not ashamed to tell u my blogsville family that I have flaws...lol). Bcos I do not want to be considered as the weak party am picking unnecessary fights, and as a result am losing sight of when to (and not) compromise, and when to walk away.
So my question is this; "How do you compromise without feeling like the weak party? How do you pick your fights without feeling like you are over-reacting? And how do you know to walk away from certain issues for the sake of your sanity?"
This will be a topic for another day. I'm off to bed.
PS: I'm gonna laugh at myself in the morning when I read this post. Love is work o!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Dear Smoker...
Hey Blogsville...
How's everybody doing? Hope u're all having a great week?! I know some people aren't; and to those fellow residents who aren't, I want you guys to know dat there's always sunshine after the rain...no matter wat u're going thru school work stress, work stress, relationships issues, family drama, personal/ emotional hurdles...wa'eva it is just know that He didn't bring u this far to leave you here...and watever He starts, the good Lord finishes!
Ok so something has been bothering me/ vexing me lately and I just need to vent! And am gonna do it in form of a letter.
Dear Smoker,
Let me start off by saying personally, I have nothing against you and your fellow partners in smoking. If u choose to huff and puff knowing fully well the health hazard tied to it, then that's ur decision to make. But what me I don't understand, can't tolerate and find rather offensive and annoying, is the fact that you choose to involve me in ur decision to smoke. I respect the fact that you need to light-up and so I step away from you but u refuse to stay away; instead you follow me and bathe me in smoke. Why? I thot that was why they have reserved areas called "smokers section."
Almost everywhere I go, you go with me....and along with you comes the smell of smoke, both on you and in your breathe. At the bus-stop, you know fully well that any minute now the bus will be here, but instead of finishing up early, you wait till you're about to board to take ur last drag...and then exhale on the bus. Why? At work you know that you're going to hold a conversation with me while I cash your check or process your transactions so why not pop some strong mint or chew some nice flavored gum or sumthing! Instead you stand infront of me, and I am forced to inhale the air that comes from your cigarette smoke breathe, even the bullet-proof glass doesn't help in filtering the air. Why?
Like I said at the beginning of this letter, I have nothing against you or your personal choice to light-up; afterall I do have members of my family who do same. But they are all kind enough to do what they do a couple of yards away from the non-smokers...and I am grateful for that. I just wish you could do the same for me my dear Smoker. Please! Looking forward to a positive change in your actions. Thank you!
Love,
Ur Victim.
- My fellow blogsville peeps, I'm lookin 4ward to my dear friends 21st this weekend! Woohoo!!!
As I promised I'll keep y'all updated. Take care y'all...Deuces!!!...lol
xoxo...UnderCover07 alias Miss Enigma!
How's everybody doing? Hope u're all having a great week?! I know some people aren't; and to those fellow residents who aren't, I want you guys to know dat there's always sunshine after the rain...no matter wat u're going thru school work stress, work stress, relationships issues, family drama, personal/ emotional hurdles...wa'eva it is just know that He didn't bring u this far to leave you here...and watever He starts, the good Lord finishes!
Ok so something has been bothering me/ vexing me lately and I just need to vent! And am gonna do it in form of a letter.
Dear Smoker,
Let me start off by saying personally, I have nothing against you and your fellow partners in smoking. If u choose to huff and puff knowing fully well the health hazard tied to it, then that's ur decision to make. But what me I don't understand, can't tolerate and find rather offensive and annoying, is the fact that you choose to involve me in ur decision to smoke. I respect the fact that you need to light-up and so I step away from you but u refuse to stay away; instead you follow me and bathe me in smoke. Why? I thot that was why they have reserved areas called "smokers section."
Almost everywhere I go, you go with me....and along with you comes the smell of smoke, both on you and in your breathe. At the bus-stop, you know fully well that any minute now the bus will be here, but instead of finishing up early, you wait till you're about to board to take ur last drag...and then exhale on the bus. Why? At work you know that you're going to hold a conversation with me while I cash your check or process your transactions so why not pop some strong mint or chew some nice flavored gum or sumthing! Instead you stand infront of me, and I am forced to inhale the air that comes from your cigarette smoke breathe, even the bullet-proof glass doesn't help in filtering the air. Why?
Like I said at the beginning of this letter, I have nothing against you or your personal choice to light-up; afterall I do have members of my family who do same. But they are all kind enough to do what they do a couple of yards away from the non-smokers...and I am grateful for that. I just wish you could do the same for me my dear Smoker. Please! Looking forward to a positive change in your actions. Thank you!
Love,
Ur Victim.
- My fellow blogsville peeps, I'm lookin 4ward to my dear friends 21st this weekend! Woohoo!!!
As I promised I'll keep y'all updated. Take care y'all...Deuces!!!...lol
xoxo...UnderCover07 alias Miss Enigma!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Stuck on you....
So my day started off gloomy yday... I woke up feeling unmotivated to do anything. If not bcos my efficient Profs. take attendance and it counts towards my final grade, I prolly would have skipped class. I turn on my lappy to check everything checkable (FB, e-mails, blogs, twitter...) and to also discover new blogs (I keep finding interesting blogs err'day :-)...I luv it!). In my quest, I found MissLove's blog and began reading her "Love letter for Pappy", ah! wat a way to express one's love; this babe has fallen head over o, gud for her.
So, I continue reading. Next thing, I hear the song "Stuck on you" by Lionel Richie playing from her blog playlist...and immediately I know I shd either hit the mute button or skip the song if Iwant to get thru the day in one piece. But I cldn't bring myself to do it, and as the song played on the memories attached to it were as vivid and clear as if they happened yesterday. It was the song he sang to me @ the kareoke, infront of everyone, friends and all. The tears began to flow; I manage to put myself together, afterall I had a whole day ahead of me.
An hour fifteen minutes later, am on the train and sitting across from me, a young couple. Both of them in their early to mid twenties, hand in hand reading the morning paper together, and talking ' bout wat they had planned for the day. Wetin na??? Dem send una to come haunt me this morning!!! I take the train regularly and I shd be used to this scene, but u know no matter hw many times u encounter it, for someone whose man is thousands of miles away, there are certain days when u jst can't handle it. This was one of those days! Damn, LDRs are evil! *sighs* but oh well I got into it with my eyes wide open.
Anyhoo, to help my mood, inbetween classes I went to therapy...RETAIL THERAPY!!! Yea, yea I know it doesn't fill the actual void I feel from missing my babie, and its only a temp. high but I needed it. And besides, I have a bday dinner coming up, so I used one stone to kill two birds...lol. Well, let's just say the session went well...and I came away with great deals, and got back to class in time; the benefit of having ur school 15mins away from Manhattan!
Well, dats it for now. Like I said before, I've discovered quite a number of beautiful, inspirational, enlightening, naughty, hilarious, spiritual, and self-discovering blogs. Aloted, RocNaija, Sexkitten, funms-funms, Verastic and a bunch of others that I can't remember right now. Thanks guys, everyone is so unique and I leave each blog with something new!
TGIF!!! Enjoy guys!
xoxo Miss Enigma!!!
So, I continue reading. Next thing, I hear the song "Stuck on you" by Lionel Richie playing from her blog playlist...and immediately I know I shd either hit the mute button or skip the song if Iwant to get thru the day in one piece. But I cldn't bring myself to do it, and as the song played on the memories attached to it were as vivid and clear as if they happened yesterday. It was the song he sang to me @ the kareoke, infront of everyone, friends and all. The tears began to flow; I manage to put myself together, afterall I had a whole day ahead of me.
An hour fifteen minutes later, am on the train and sitting across from me, a young couple. Both of them in their early to mid twenties, hand in hand reading the morning paper together, and talking ' bout wat they had planned for the day. Wetin na??? Dem send una to come haunt me this morning!!! I take the train regularly and I shd be used to this scene, but u know no matter hw many times u encounter it, for someone whose man is thousands of miles away, there are certain days when u jst can't handle it. This was one of those days! Damn, LDRs are evil! *sighs* but oh well I got into it with my eyes wide open.
Anyhoo, to help my mood, inbetween classes I went to therapy...RETAIL THERAPY!!! Yea, yea I know it doesn't fill the actual void I feel from missing my babie, and its only a temp. high but I needed it. And besides, I have a bday dinner coming up, so I used one stone to kill two birds...lol. Well, let's just say the session went well...and I came away with great deals, and got back to class in time; the benefit of having ur school 15mins away from Manhattan!
Well, dats it for now. Like I said before, I've discovered quite a number of beautiful, inspirational, enlightening, naughty, hilarious, spiritual, and self-discovering blogs. Aloted, RocNaija, Sexkitten, funms-funms, Verastic and a bunch of others that I can't remember right now. Thanks guys, everyone is so unique and I leave each blog with something new!
TGIF!!! Enjoy guys!
xoxo Miss Enigma!!!
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