My Week...

Well It's time for my weekly break....I feel like I've been going crazy this week, no time for any rest! Well, I started my internship this week, and already I've met the craziest people...There is BZee, the most GAYEST (I know it's wrong, just doing this for emphasis), who thought he was deceiving me about his sexuality at first...Abi did he see feeding bottle in my mouth? Sha he finally admitted the truth yesterday; Not that he had to tell me, because we had a whole discussion about shoes, and he has the most effeminate gestures ever, so my gaydar was tingling! He is actually the sweetest person ever, and he has changed some of my perceptions about gay people (Just being honest here, don't hate). Then, there is SK, who basically told me his whole life story within 10 minutes of our knowing each other...I don't know if I have something on my forehead that makes people want to tell me everything; maybe I should become a therapist? Anyway I digress. SK is really nice as well, but he has been delighting in giving me excess information, and I doubt both of them know what personal space, but it's cool 'cos they're nice.

I got the weirdest call on wednesday. Some dude called me up, and after speaking unintelligibly for some time, he asked me who was speaking. How do you call someone and ask them who's speaking? I promptly hung up. The same dude called with a different number, then proceeded to tell me my name and tell me how I gave him my number earlier that day. Seeing as I had been busy with work all day, and I had not given any one my number that day, I had to wonder what was going on. Of course I told the dude I did no such thing. I though the episode was over, but noooo... The idiot decided to keep texting me. Finally I asked the moron to to tell me his identity and stop bugging me; apparently that was a bad thing to do. This idiot is gonna call me, all emotional, talking about how I'm a tease; that I probably just go around giving ppl my # and he basically ended up implying dat I was a ho. Lekwanu mu ihu nsogbu...For that, I basically gave him a prescription for some balls and told him to quickly lose my number. I'm not a rude person...he just ticked me off, and he picked the worst moment to do it too...I was very stressed out at the time! By the way, I still don't know it was.

Make una hold me oh...I will soon kill somebody for this country. The soon-to-be victim is this overgrown moron whom I'll call pO. This useless idiot is a frickin' pervert, and I've been trying to ignore him but over the last week he really has been stomping on my last nerve. He's my friends' friend, he always kinda got on my nerves; you know all these local champions who think they're the s**t but really aren't? That's pO right there. Anyways, this dude has developed an obsession with each of the aforementioned friends, but now he's really obsessed with one of them, A. The idiot has been calling A's phone and making obscene statements like "When I get you alone I will deal with you...I will f*** u till ur a** tears." That already put me off; I hate such people. This man is married with a child, but he has left his wife and child in 9ja so that he -in his words- can "enjoy life and play around". That's not my issue though. Last week he went overboard, physically hurting her. If I had not stepped into the house when I had, I probably would have been dealing with a case of rape. Now given my history, you can understand why he is particularly revolting to me can't you? He knows I detest him too, 'cos everytime he sees me now he always asks me why I hate him (Like he does not know)....It's on! He just messed with the wrong one...

Moving on from that idiot (I swear he puts me in a terrible state of mind)....My daddy decided to help me out. Yay! Now I'm car hunting....hoping I get one soon.

After all the craziness of this week, I'm just glad it's friday...at least I can rest a little bit. Okay I take that back...I haven't really done any studying this week so I will definitely be immersed in my books.

Well, I'm off to listen to some mellow music and enjoy my evening...the studying can resume tomorrow. Have a lovely evening people!

On Relationships....

Hi ppl! Taking a break from my infernal MCAT studying, so o course I had to come do what makes me happy: Blog!
Lately, I've begun to notice that I'm receiving some attention. This is extremely weird for me 'cos I've always been the one who couldn't care less about her appearance, the tomboy, one of the guys. This is simply because I grew up with a whole lotta males and I tried so hard to emulate them...my father despaired while I was growing up, always saying that it seemed he'd been stuck with four sons instead of three. There's a little change now, thanks to some determined friends and aunts (they still haven't gotten to my inner tomboy; they just think they have ;) ). Neways, I stray from the subject.
I feel the same, I mean I haven't changed...still the semi-nerdy, roly poly olie, not the most attractive girl in the bunch. The only thing that I've changed in the past month is that I'm now wearing contacts instead of glasses, and I don't believe that made such a dramatic change in my appearance. The worst thing is, I seemed to be asked out by the wrongest people; I'm not being shallow here, nothing to do with looks either; case in point: the latest "winner" is some dude whose idea of complimenting a girl is giving her an extra piece of bacon in her burger; bacon, I might add, that he has burnt horribly! See what I'm working with here?
Honestly, I know nothing about relationships. I have NEVER been in a relationship, never been kissed (I kid you not, unless you count a chaste peck on the cheek from my crush as a kiss), and obviously a virgin. I'm not weird or anything, I just had a love-hate relationship with men. Truth is I was molested as a child....and twice for that matter.

You know what, I will have to continue this later. I really have to go. I will be back to continue this soon though.

Random...

Hey people!

Been away for a while again...sorry abeg, I've just been involved in intense studying for my MCAT...I'll be taking it in august, so I'm trying to get serious. I shall get there one day oh...Ami.

I just got an internship that I've been hoping and praying I'd get. Thank God. Now I'm trying to see if I can sweet talk my dad into getting me a car. Nothing big you see; just a lil' sumn to take me from point A to point B. I've been taking my driving lessons faithfully, so don't worry, the civilians are safe. I'm tired of catching the bus and dealing with all the kolo people I seem to be meeting there daily.

Speaking of that....I seem to be meeting all kinds of characters these days because of that bus. Just last week, a lady got on the bus and sat across from me. She noticed I was reading an MCAT biology book and apparently decided that qualified me as a doctor. This woman proceeded to chronicle every ache and pain she had encountered for the past ten years while asking what she should do about them. Abegi, see me see wahala. She said she was on her way to her doctor, so I tried to get her to keep her questions for the doctor. I mean, any one I knew something about, I'd help out with, but still. To make matters worse, we were headed in the same direction, so after getting off the bus, I still had to endure about 20 more minutes of her company...she walked extra slow and scolded me if I started to walk faster...I be her pikin?

Then there's the old man on my street who is stalking me. He makes sure he is on the porch at the time I'll pass by his house, and last time he decided to tell me he even knows my routine. I even stayed an hour late last time to throw him off, but no luck. I don de hold pepper spray oh...I don't trust him.

If I continue today, I won't even finish. To add insult to injury, the stupid bus passes by each route once every hour, and stops running at 6pm.

I'm off to go speak with popsie. Wish me luck!

No Dogs Allowed...

First of all, sorry I've been away for a bit...I don't have internet at home at the moment, so I am doomed to only using internet while at work (it's just an on-campus job, so no biggies)...the thing too get wahala sha.

After my terrible experience with a terrible (and huge) dog in the neighbourhood, I have decided that this sign shall be posted on the door of my apartment, and if possible, carried around on my person. I mean, can't I walk home in peace? I was almost hit by a car while trying to dodge this dog that nearly jumped over the fence to attack me. I know what I'm about to say sounds morbid, but seriously, wetin they for write for my obituary? "Na dog kill am?" God forbid bad thing!

Anyways, I decided that to explain why I have this deep rooted fear of dogs. It dates back, almost like everything horrible in my life, to boarding school. Seriously, almost everything horrible in my life ties back to boarding school or some educational institution. Neways, back to the story.

On this fateful day, in 1998, I woke up a happy JSS 2 student, innocently singing my songs, doing my chores and getting ready to go to class. We had some water scarcity then and if you didn't get water from out of town, you probably wouldn't have enough water to take care of important matters. The seniors in my dorm had decided to implement a "serving" system whereby juniors were assigned to senior students and had to do everything for them: fetch them water, lay their beds, wash their dishes, carry their books to class...you get the picture. Unfortunately for me, I was assigned to the most wicked senior in the dorm whom I shall call R.

R always delighted in making my life hell. That is just a story for another day though....I'll never get to the point at this rate! On this fine harmattan morning, I was enjoying myself like I said, until R summoned me to her corner. Apparently, she didn't get the water I had fetched her the previous day (that I carried for a long distance, with chest pain, I wasn't supposed to be doing that), so my reward that morning was 1 hot slap, orders to go get her water, and promises of more punishment after school that afternoon (Story of my life).

So, I set off with my iron bucket (R would never give me a bucket!) to fetch water from the well near our principal's house. Our principal had 5 dogs, and our vice principal had 1 demented dog that was worse than all the 5 dogs put together. I got to the well and started trying to get a little water out...the well was so dry! When I finally managed to get 3/4 of a bucket full, I was preparing to carry the water to the dorm (I was so skinny, It took preparation), when I heard a low growl. I still carried the water and started walking as fast as possible away from there...I didn't want to face R's wrath. Then I heard like footsteps and I broke into a run...

All 6 dogs were chasing me! I finally figured screw R and flung away the bucket and REALLY ran...even my sandal were thrown away... I fell into a gutter, scraped my knees and elbows, and still had one dog knock me down and stand inches away from my face....I was terrified! Luckily, after that they all left, but that scarred me for life...since then I've been deathly scared of dogs.

To add insult to injury, I got to the dorm and R gave me one more slap for not fetching her water (she didn't care about the bruises I was carrying), and she spent the whole afternoon giving me every imaginable corporal punishment from "think about your boyfriend" to "agama agama" to "pick pin." I just had a rough day.

Now you all see where I'm coming from eh? How can you now blame me for wanting to put up my sign...I'll probably also play the "No Dogs Allowed" song from Snoopy (I know, cartoon addict).

I have to go my people, if not my bus will leave me. Enjoy your weekend!

Ka Odi Nu

Tag....I'm It!

Original mgbeke, I now understand that you really like to learn about people...lol. Well, I've been tagged people and here are the rules...

Rules:
1. Link the person who tagged you
2. Mention the rules in your blog
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

Chei, wat will I now say...I pretty much said everything in my "about me" post. Here it goes:

6 Quirks...
1. I cannot stand broken noodles. I know this is weird, but whenever I make noodles, I don't break them or I won't eat it. My friends just let me make my own noodles now :)

2. I have to have all the necessary stationary when going to class. I hate drawing a line without a ruler, and I hate being in math or physics without a calculator. My friends think I'm so weird because of that....I always have reserves just to make sure I'm not in a "situation" ...It has helped the friends in question numerous times too.

3. I frequently burst into song....in boarding school this got me in soooo much trouble. I can't help it though....when I'm happy, I sing; when I'm sad, I sing; after crying, I sing; In the shower, during a lecture....you get the picture!

4. I hate it when people tell me I listen to "White music". So music has race? Just because I have great taste in music...

5. I'm very much afraid of dogs! I'd rather take an exceedingly long route to my destination if it means I'll avoid coming in contact with a dog. My encounter with 5 dogs in boarding school scarred me for life. Ironically, the neighborhood I live in is Dogville, USA. Ndi Ocha and their "children", always striking fear in my heart...my days of leisurely evening strolls are over...*sigh*

6. I keep my schoolwork exceedingly neat...I can't stand looking at shabby notes...I'd rather take the time out to rewrite my notes and have it looking acceptable to me. My room, on the other hand, is best described as an "organized jungle." It's very messy, but I know where everything is. My friends and family find it amazing that I can keep schoolwork so neat, but can't do the same with my room...they've given up....

Well, thats all. That was actually more difficult than I thought it would be.

Disclaimer: I don't have OCD, and I'm not neurotic. I just like things to be done in a certain way.

:)

Emm....I tag aphrodite, because she's the only one that I know who hasn't been tagged.

About Me...

I'm the biggest fan of blogs, although I usually love to read them...I spend countless hours lazily living vicariously through others! Seeing as I have decided to become one of the ones typing instead of reading, I thought it would be best to introduce myself first.

I just thought I'd try to describe myself...I usually can't do this 'cos I just don't feel that comfortable with it...In fact, I usually avoid all the "about me" sections 'cos I hate having to describe myself; I feel others should just get to know me and form opinions for themselves. Anyways,I'm doing this 'cos I feel it'll help me assess how I truly perceive myself. So, here it goes: I love to read and I love music. My taste in practically everything can be best described as eclectic. I'm loud sometimes, and I'm talkative, but only around people I really know. I used to be really shy , but i think I'm really overcoming that. I am not afraid to ask questions, because I need to have a clear understanding of whatever is being discussed. I've been told I'm a good listener; I don't think I'm the best person to give out advice though. If you need to vent though, I'm all ears. I get bored easily, and I constantly try to think of new thing to do. I've tried everything from learning the Greek and Hebrew alphabets to Origami (which I wasn't very good at!). I'm thinking of scrapbooking now. I wish I could speak more languages, and I really want to learn how to speak French and Mandarin (and maybe Spanish 'cos it would come in handy).
I have discovered that I actually like reading poetry, and I try to write some poetry as well. I daydream a lot (I've been told a lot of times that I'm in my own little world!). I love word games and card games. I never learned how to ride a bike. I still can't drive. I'm scared of the dark...I have to have some kind of light on somewhere! I get a bit paranoid sometimes. I don't have a lot of close friends, but those I do have I'm fiercely loyal to, and I cherish them. I HATE crying in front of people. When I get really mad, tears fill my eyes (Not crying, they're just there). The weirdest things irritate me (and I scratch when I'm irritated): Wrinkled soybean skin, a swarm of bees/cluster of ants, (oh I'm all itchy now, gotta stop)... I've finally accepted that I'm a hopeless romantic (Hence my whole dream man wait). I have a bit of a temper sometimes, but I'm working on it. I get stressed about little things, and occasionally I get obsessed with the little details. I've been told that I'm an overachiever and a perfectionist, and I disagree with the second, but I'm perfectly fine with the first. I'm such a procrastinator, but I'm working on that too. I can be stubborn, and very opinionated about some issues. I'm not the best person to talk to about politics. I love cartoons! Everyone tells me I'm too old for them, but I feel that everyone has to be in touch with their inner child. I love to eat and experiment with different foods. I love my culture and am very proud of my roots (1000 percent omo naija!) I secretly want to be a writer/musician/star, but I'm a private person (don't let the blog deceive you) and would hate to have my privacy intruded on. I have an overactive imagination and I'm an idealist. I get hurt more easily than people think. I'm an introvert (except with my close friends), but people think otherwise. Believe me, people don't know half of what they think they know about me.
Okay, enough of the ranting...guess you all know me now , even gave out some pretty useless information...will update this list much later on...

Ka Odi nu....(Oh I forgot to tell you that I can speak my language perfectly, but I cannot write it to save my life...forgive any blunders!)