Things I Would Like To Acheive By 1st June This Year

1) Attain Marked Progress On My Path to Maturity - spiritually, mentally, emotionally.
Read a blog today that made me think. If I were to present myself before God to give account of my time spent, what will I have to show for it? Hours spent crushing endlessly, dwellling infinitely on the opposite sex, be it on bfs of friends, my friends, or "possibilites". When did I let my life get focused down on this? I am here to serve Him, to help all I meet on their Way to Him. That includes not being an obstacle in anyone's way, or a temptation in any form (encouraging deceit even minute forms, dressing or dancing in manners which encourage the oh-so-visually-stimulated to engage in cerebral flights of wander).

2) Finish That Darn French Audio & Move On To Some Other Language.
Seriously. This is going into 3rd Year. Getting a shuffle instead of a player with a screen, just so I listen to the lessons as opposed to having easy access to music has long lost its motivation. I MUST overcome.
Plus I've made sacrifices for this. Both the Shuffle & other monetaries.

3) Make a Permanent Move To Less-2"
It's all boils down to commitment and how bad I do want that waistline. Heck, anorexics can do this. Gymnasts and a large number of Athletes do this. At last check, we all have only one head each. {Yes, I know one or 5 million readers of this may have more than had it with my incessant (seeming) obsession with a smaller waistline, but really, if I can't go broken-record on my own blog, where else can I whinge??? Move on to another friggin' page.}

4) Be an absolute stranger to all-out lying, fibbing, excuse-making, procrastination, laziness, forgetfulness, and be an all-round more dependable person.

5) Be Time-Conscious.
Not just more time-conscious, but practically the watchword. I won't always have a lenient boss who is willing to overlook a tonne. Or be able to find some resolution to slip-ups. Someday, the shite will hit the fan, and backdrop will be a stinker. Yes, I shall create a eutopia where time as we know it can be set by the Nigerian Clock.

The Better of Which Ways?

Subsequent to two trips to Lagos, I have been informed that I will not be moving forward to the next stage of the Sahara interviews. (Once more to mama's surprise), I was not upset. If nothing else, I've logged more hours of interview experience. But I can't help feel I'd rather not have to receive more rejection letters - be it school- or employment- related.
Of late, I find myself increasingly contemplating the idea of setting up my own business. So I enjoy baking (especially when things turn out the way they're supposed to). Why not start up something along that line (asks FT Lily)?


Arguments In Favour of This:
1) There's no harm in trying.
2) It is something I will enjoy doing, so making a living of it will be a definite plus.
3) Flexible hours! (1st Translation: I can sleep late, both at night and in the mornings. Yay!)
4) I don't (technically) have to be rejected ever again. At least job wise.

This could very well be the answer to my prayers. Amen!

Someone just called in to ask what times my office experiences more traffic - mornings/afternoons/weekdays/weekends. I'm having visions of her fishing for information to decide what time is best to set off a bomb. Too much television.

My account has just been debited 150% over for a payment. What the heck???

Weekend Before Test

My friend went to SA and all he got me was a white Tee (instead of my requested Mace spray). Bugger. Ok, it was one of the (now internationally famous, at least in the African Axes) Ama Kip Kip Tees, but it reminds me of Iggy's bridal shower bridesmaid one, cos its plain white and the lettering down the front is in glittery fuschia (is that spelt right???).

So there I was today at work earlier, going through pictures of SA put up by Ze Hustla (since my said friend is reiterating his characteristic photo-huggingness), and we (me and other office gyals) keep seeing the recurrent fyne bros, who we finally identify. After myself and two others rapidly fall in 5-sec crush with him, we (btw ourselves, and a Dr) identify him as a frequenter of the Plaza, his workplace, his marital status (and about to change paternal standing), among others. X-ed that and moved on. But he's sha fine sha. Or rather photogenic. After I closed, was driving out when I noticed a black Ama Kip Kip Tee afar.

"Ha! A kindred wearer!" thought I. On closer inspection, it turns out to be Mr. Fyne (Married&Soon-To-Be-Father) Bros, who apparently is not as fine in person. I might have appreciated the beauty more if I'd met him first before seeing the pictures. Any dregs of crush are rapidly stamped into ash-dust at this point.

But was there really a crush in his direction??? You see, I think I just might be setting myself up to fall in crush with a friend. I think. I'm not sure. And this is the very reason I'm unsure, because if I'm going to crush, I just do so without abandon, and not wonder or unwonder about it. His company is easy, and I'm even willing to date up until (should incase) I leave for school this september. But does he look at me that way? In a not fun-for-the-passing-moments appreciation, but I-really-do-like-her-on-the-whole?

I do think I might be strongly over-nalysing this.

On a more serious note, I've got a Sahara Job Test thing come monday. Wish me luck y'all!

Also allegedly have admission to Salford & Portsmouth! The Lord is good.

Matching Ankle Band

Hop, Skip, Jump, Impact awkwardly, twist ankle.

It turns out that a twisted ankle is something of a greater inconvenience than a twisted (or recovering-from-assault) wrist. Initially, I just stretched it out and kept jogging, but I think with time, the stiffness is beginning to set in. I can only hope this won't impede my jogging (you think???).

Went running this morning for the first time since my hijack. I guess subconcisously I was avoiding walking past the scene of the crime, but then I must move on ba? Plus, since mother dearest is still not aware of the incident, she was only more than happy to get me out of bed, and back into form before I creep off into another exercise lapse. Getting up at Oh-Five-Thirty is a pain, but I gotta say, I love running.

Looking @ My Banded Orange Wrist

I'm ... not sad. But very perceptibly not as upbeat as I could be.

Exactly 14.5 hours back, my right wrist was viciously attacked, and my koklet forcibly taken off my person. I honestly don't know if God has helped me not be attached to the material (I would much like to believe so), or its because I religiously backed up the music and pictures, but I'm more upset that I got robbed than I am at losing the phone itself. The greater inconvenience is losing my contacts, and having to repeat over and over to callers that I've lost all of them.


The last thing I want to be put through right now is anyone giving me a lecture on how foolish I was to openly display my "valuable" as I was walking along a road at night (who says this town isn't on the same risk level as Las Gidi???), or that I chose to go for a walk period. Which is why I'm scrambling to replace the phone before the parents pick up on the loss. Amazing. I'm hassling myself to get a phone not for my use, but for my uninterrupted peace of mind. Oh well.
Priorities, and all that.

I reckoned I just might feel better if I could share this experience with someone, with whom I could laugh over this, (who obviously would not give me any due criticism). It didn't help any that again, my contacts are mine no more. So here I stand (or sit), sharing.


So there goes an unbudgeted 30G. There goes my hollywood wax this month. Welcome, extremely frugal spending, and cutting as many expenditures as possible, and no splurging. After all, I must still pay off some debts and contribute to housekeeping. Perhaps I'll lose an inch off my waist by month end? (One must look to any possible silver linings, no?)

Blind date (To go or not to to go)

I just got asked out to lunch by a patient. I honestly can't remember what he looks like, because I wasn't paying attention (he asked over the phone). As per habit, I informed him that I do not donate my mobile number to the masses, at which point he persisted in asking me out to break bread with him tomorrow, and he will be calling on my office number to get a hold of me. I am having serious misgivings about this primarily because I'm yet to meet with good fortune with regards to patients and dates. Secondly, I don't know what he looks like (and since this is not a marriage by proxy, it's something of a pothole).

Anyhoos, lunch has to be shortened by either work (depending on what shift I'll be working) or prior engagements (which I'm sure I can cook up), so I reckon I can wing it. Should incase I do go. what I do recollect was the black suede jacket he was wearing. Hmmm.

My MultiColoured Dreamer

Last night, I dreamt I was attending a wedding reception (of an unidentified friend). The whole crew was there - FTLily,Dufy, nka nka. The weird bit was the party was up the road from another wedding reception, at which I knew (facially) one or two of the groom's men (not anyone I think I actually do know). What precisely does it mean when you start dreaming of attending weddings (which I already have been doing anyhoos)? Or is this just another one of my Dreamywood Pictures....

Sha sha, there was this one guy who caught mi ojos (the one whose face I couldn't place), and he too looked like my face rang a bell, but of course, I turned away and walked off to try and locate the Father. Should incase such a situation comes to pass, what should be my response?

a) Smile, not make myself apparently hanging-around, but keep to the general vicinity and hope he makes a move

b) Take the initiative and just go over and say hello (for pete's sake!)

c) Move on, and hold my breath for a 3rd meeting at which point I use the first two sightings as a reference point for conversation-starting.

Do guys really categorize you in some form of negative if you come over and say hello first? Does it truly contribute to their thinking they are hot sturves, and you an adoring fan?? (Which I would be actually, since I most likely would not make a move on a YOU-Gly guy. Superficiality!). I think I shall open myself up to new possibilites. Afterall, i've been severally adviced to broaden my field to include new opportunities, and stop stagnating on the same old same olds. We'll see how that works out.

I finally acknowledge out loud that I have an inclination to lighter-skinned guys, though not an out and out preference. That's not a bad thing is it? It is just a physical appearance afterall, and doesn't stop any one of them from being any less a schmuck than the darkies. I reckon this dream may just have been influenced by a somebori who caught my eye at White House last night. Yes, a lightie he was.

But dark guys can be fyne too sha oh.

Lord, if anything, this blog illustrates my decline into further non-grownsomeness.

Oi!