Happy Holidays

Hey people! hpe everyone is great. Happy Easter to everyone o!
Thank God for the gift of his son. Thank Jesus for saving our asses by dying on the cross for us and proving he is truly God by rising from the dead.
Be merry, celebrate, but don't eat to much! LOL

Meanwhile, i see u all want to know what the 'idiot' said. Ok. Here goes.

Ok so me and this dude had been spending sometime together and all... He was in my uni. He would come to my room. I'd go to his(we dnt live far from each other). I started to have a crush on him and all o. So one night, he invited me to his room for 'movie night'(what a trap!)... we saw this movie called 'in good company' i think. We were even discussing how effortlessly sexy scarlet johansson is...

The next thing i knew, this guy started necking me(e gba mi o)...

(to be continued)

Oopppssss I have to go!
Guys i'm really sorry i have to do this! lol! but my brother is waiting for me in london. I gave him my keys yesterday and i need 2 get them back. I'd try to finish this gist as soon as i can get on the internet. No promises as my ma arrives tomorrow morning. She is only here for a week sha so at the most expect me back around the 29th. But i'd try 2 blog before then.

Take care of urselves and have an amazing easter!

love
'ef babe'

P.S.

'Jaybaba' sends his love and apologies. He is so busy right now, i dnt even envy him. From coursework to 10 hour shifts to 2hour dry lectures! Well sebi na im wan do second masters. lol!
Pray for him with me ok?

Poetry 2

So i sed i'd post my own poem today.

The performance went like this... we sat backing each other and i look all confused and sad! lol! U shlda seen my face, u'd have thought it was a real love story. The poem i actually did that night was a modified version of the one i wrote years ago, in 2005.

The one i wrote years ago was about liking a dude and i dnt know how to say it and all! lol! U know what is really funny, i wrote the poem in the exam hall, it was a 3 hour paper and i had finished but i didnt want to submit yet so i started scribbling on my question paper. Before u start calling me names, i got a grade one in that module o! Infact, let me blow my trumpet, i was the only girl with my subject combination in my year that got all grade ones!

Anyways i'd post both poems. The old one first.

The Old one

There you are standing in front of me,

Your adorable brown eyes watching me closely,

I look down at my feet shyly,

I try but the words wont come out,

I want to say it to you,

But a part of me does not want me to,

"I... I..." i trail off like i always do,

I look in ur eyes and i see the patience,

You are waiting to hear it,

Giving me all the time i need to say it,

I start to wonder if i should really say it,

I start to think about the consequence of initiating that conversation,

I start to wonder if i can handle the look on your face when i have said it,

I start to wonder if things can get any more akward between us...

The new one

(Girl talking)

I'm sitting here with you

I want to say the words, i really do

But a part of me is holding me back

I try but the words just don't come out

"I think..." "May be we...." "You know..." and then i trail off like i always do

I can feel the patience

You are waiting to hear it, giving me the time i need to say it

I start to wonder if i should

I start to think about the consequence of initiating that conversation

I start to if i can handle the look on your face whne i have said it

I start to wonder if things can get anymore akward between us

(Guy Singing)

She used to be my queen, i used to be her king

She used to be my girl, we used to rule the world together

But now you are far away

And nothing is the way it used to be

8000 miles by plane

And nothing is the way it used to be

(Guy and Girl singing together)

Bi n ba le rin lomi o

I would walk all the way to be with you (2ce)

If i could walk on water

I would walk all the way, i don't need no plane

But its all over now...

Guess what i actually told the dinko that i liked him o... u won't believe what the idiot said!!!

Anyways people! I'm signing out for now.

Take care guys

'ef babe'

Poetry

We recently had a nigerian society event in school and one of the guys did a poem he had written himself. I really liked it, i thought i'd post it. The event went really well, i performed too. I did a poem i wrote years ago and a song with a friend of mine, it was like a lost love story. I'd post mine later. I'm gonna post the dude's poem today.


No culture to call my own
I'm an outsider in my own land
Everytime they sit together my heart hides
Too afraid to express the inner beauty
I cant speak like them- the Yoruba- loud and larger than life
My forgotten tongue- My only true regret
Those parents over there
I hear them staring at me
So loud the words from their eyes
"Shame on him- another of our children has forgotten his roots"
Those 'homies' over there
Dare i walk up
I can't speak 'Pidgin' English
I might as well speak German
They''ll hear nothing i say, unless with their own words
I barely open my mouth to speak
Too late- that freakish cross-bred accent had told them everything they need to know
Is he British or American or Nigerian or is he just trying to sound better than us?
Once again to the shadows of my heart
Outcast of my own land
But never ashamed
Never ashamed

By 'Oluseyi'

L8rz people!

'ef babe'

"8 Simple Rules For Dating My Daughter"

Hey Blogville! hw've y'all been living? Ki lon poppin?

It's been a while... sorry o, its cos of school and stuff, u knw the drill. Anyways what i have for you today is the '8 simple rules for dating my daughter', i found the rules hilarious, thought you might too...
Enjoy!


Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind will kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romance or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folk’s homes are better.

I'm out guys... L8rz

'ef babe'