CrackBerry

I started having some major bad pain around the base of my left thumb a few months ago, around the beginning of the summer...it was really bad. GF said that it was prolly because of my recent exertion on my hands at the gym with the lifting and everything...so much for gyming up to the 300 status. Anyways, i stopped and the pain left...for a while.
It resurfaced 3 days ago and it was so mad that i could not even pick up a book with my left hand. I was sha, managing my hand up and down sha.
today, i found out that i have tendonitis...this strain is actually called the 'texting tendonitis'! can you imagine? i have actually read a news article about it before. they were talking about blackberry addictions (which i already have, dont know what i will do without my BB), and texting problems. I just was like whatever.
On my BlackBerry, i text, yahoo messenger chat, email, BB messenger chat, facebook chat, facebook message, write on facebook walls and send texts and shit. I pride myself in been able to type an email just as fast on my phone as anybody else anywhere. Needless to say, i am almost always typing something...Alas, TEXTING TENDONITIS?!! OMG!!

Guess what? i have still been texting and doing all the other blackberry shinanigans all day today, even after i found out about my 'condition' lol! Talk about addiction...CrackBerry!!

I'm Back!!

Actually i have been invisible, not totally absent.
I have been checking up on your blogs pretty regularly. The only problem is that i never left comments because the asses at the IT dept at my job blocked my access to that. But i have definitely been half around, getting my share of laffs, concern, and everything else that comes with your blogs.
Now, i am back...i swear, i am.
oya, allyurz, you said that you will be back when i get back...my journies have ended and i am back...joyfully announcing "Honey, i'm Hooooome!!!"

Sad Story...

This is a real story of a young exUnilag girl whopassed away last month. Her name was Lola. She was hit by a train atOyingbo on her way to work at Apapa. She was working at the MTN call center. She had a boyfriend named Emeka, a banker who was recently transferred to Abuja.Both of them are true lovers even distance could notseparate them. They were always talking on the phone. You could never see her without her Cell phone.In fact she also changed Emeka's SIM from Celtelto MTN, so both of them can be on the same network, andsave on the cost of calls. She spends half of the day and most nights talking with Emeka because she gets free calls. Lola's family knows about theirrelationship. Emeka is very close with Lola's family in spite of the tribal differences. (just imagine their love). Before she passed away at LUTH she toldher friends 'If I pass away please bury me with my Cellphone' shealso said the same thing to her parents. After her death at LUTH, the attendants couldn't carry her bodyto the mortuary.A lot of them tried to do so but still couldn't. They called more people and everybody tried to carry thebody, the result was still the same. Eventually, they called a person who knew one of her priests in church who had the gift of communicating with the dead. He sprinkled some salt and water on the body and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said 'this girl misses something here.' Then her friends told him about her intentions to bury her with her phone. He asked them to bring a coffin, then he opened it and placed her phone and sim card inside the casket. After that they tried to carry the body.It could now be moved and they carried it away easily.Everyone was shocked and sad; they were so shocked that Lola's parents did not inform Emeka that Lola had passed away and buried her quickly because of all the unusual circumstances.After 2 weeks Emeka called Lola's mom..... Emeka:....'Aunty, I'm coming to the house today, it is Lola's birthday please I hope you will cook something nice for me. Don't tell Lola that I'm coming to Lagos today, I want to surprise her.' Her mother replied.....'OK You come to Lagos first, I want to tell you something very important.' After he came, they told him the truth about Lola. Emeka though that they we replaying an April fool's joke. He was laughing and said'don't try to fool me - tell Lola to come out, I have a Birthday gift for her. Please stop this nonsense'.Then they showed the original death certificate tohim.They also gave him other proof to make him believe.(Emeka started to sweat) He said... 'Its not true. We spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Emeka was shaking. Suddenly, Emeka's phone rang. 'he said, see this is from Lola, see this....' he showed the phone to Lola's family. All of them told him to answer. he talked using the loudspeaker mode. All of them heard his conversation. Loud and clear, no cross lines,no humming. It was the actual voice of Lola & there was no way others could use her staff sim card since it is nailed inside the casket before she was hurriedly buried. They were so shocked and asked for the same priest (who can speak with the souls of the dead) again. This time he brought his Bishop along to help solve this matter. He & his Bishop worked for 5 hours.Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them...

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MTN still has the best coverage!'MTN Everywhere you go' is true!! Where ever you go, MTN follows!!!

Help Me and Beg o!!!

Everybody in Blogsville help me o!

I have been kicked out...

LOL! look at haters thinking

"ha! he got kicked out of ___________. God don catch am!!"
(fill that space with whatever was in your mind, and put it in your comments)

But really, i got kicked out and i feel very bad

Rejected and Dejected

i got kicked out of bumight's blog

She started a party and did not invite me.

Help me beg her royal highness o!!!

I WANT IN!!


N.B. Bumight, just incase you are reading this, i just had to put you on blast. i could not help it. lmao!

The Beast!!

I walked into the mouth of this beast with my eyes open
The appeal of its wildness drew me in
i must admit, it wasnt such a beast in the beginning
It grew to the monstrosity that it now is
I thought it was "tamed"
Now i know better, now i see
This is not good for me
This is not a good place for me and i know it
I should turn around and leave this hedious creature
It keeps kicking me in the ass but...
Why cant i just leave?
Run away from this creature that makes my life so difficult?
I have a thousand and one and a half reasons to leave and not look back.
What reason do i have to stay?
I am turning around now, and walking out.
Thats it!!

This is not a poem o, before somebody (you know urself) comes and starts talking about "i dont like poems" lmao!
Its just a thought process.

if you tagged me, stand up, raise ur hands and close your eyes!

even though it is work to be tagged and have to tag pple, at least i know that some people even bothered to tag me. i am sure there are some people somewhere on this blogville just watching who is being tagged and praying that they will get tagged soon...to those people, your day will come! lol!

Rules:

i. link the person(s) who tagged you...

ii. mention the rules in your blog

iii. tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...

iv. tag 6 following bloggers by linking them

v. leave comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged...

tininu, why did you have to join my hit list by tagging me? now i have to hunt you down ehn? well, sorry in advance sha!

i am prolly going to suck at this but whatever. Allyurz wont let me hear word if i dont do it so here goes nothing:

1. I like the dark. I always leave my lights off. I can be in the house and never turn on my lights. i live on light from the TV or my fone. My GF tries to talk about how she is a child of the light and turns on the light but that does not change the fact that I LIKE THE DARK!!

2. I like looking at myself. It is okay for a dude to look in the mirror a little just to make sure he is on point but i dont believe i can walk past a mirror or a reflecting surface for that matter without checking myself out. I am not saying i am a fine boy or anything, i just do it. I dont even know what i hope to find looking at myself that often. anyways, dont bring a reflecting surface or a mirror around me cos I LIKE TO LOOK AT MYSELF!!

3. I can't sleep if an issue is bothering me. If i have an issue on my mind, i cant sleep. The only way i will get sleep is to address it or get up and start typing. (i am up now at 3:26am cos i have an issue and here i am typing) proof enough? this nonsense just started too. i never used to be like that, i used to be able to sleep regardless but i went thru some trial times and i came out like this o. Sometimes i wanna talk an issue thru with GF, i cant sleep until i do but guess what...she is jonzing in la la land!

4. I smell my own fart. I almost always cant smell much because of a sinus situation, however, when i have the pleasure of enjoying my olfactory priviledges, i maximize it. I sometimes roll up my windows just before i drop the bomb. drop it, smell it and mediate a bit on how disgusting it smells and why it smells that bad, what i ate...then i shout "eewwww" and roll down my windows to save my self from death by smelling!! if it does not smell, i just hope for better luck next time.

5. I yarn and stretch a lot when i am tense or under pressure. if i am waiting for an interview or a public performance, i tend to yarn and stretch a lil too much. People around me think i have not had a lot of sleep cos i been preparing or some shit like that...na lie! na tension just dey catch me joo. If i am about to "toast" a babe, you are likely to see me yarning and stretching so, Allyurz, bumight, jaybabe, if you see me yarning in your direction, get ready for my proposal! lmao!

6. I have a tendency to track down people who tag me to do hectic things like this one...you know yourselves o, you better go hire body guards.

i cannot believe i did this. and guess what, as i was finishing number 6, i started remembering some more but i will resist the urge to continue. its been 2 hrs since i started trying to write this one. thats longer than i used to spend on freaking assignments sef! anyways, i have done it o, lemme hear word now.

And now, i get to lay the burden on 6 other people. thr problem is, considering the fact that i am just doing this now, all my potential victims prolly got tagged already but i will just do it anyways.

rayo, onydchic, bimpe...omo, i cant find 6 pple jare. i am going to bed!!!

and lest i forget, my graduation went fine, thanks for asking!! ok, i know i did not mention it that much but now i have...i graduated o, 1st graduate in my tribe! all my community money for school did not go to waste. can everybody shout hallelu!!

UPDATE: i just met somebody and i am welcoming her by tagging her...i give you MINKY!!! (standing ovation)

"Take Your Kid to Work" Day

April 24, 2008: "Take your kid to work" day...



I had no clue, not like i had a kid to bring; of course, i could have loaned one from one of the families in my church but anyways, its all good.

I got to work and almost everybody had their little rugrats sitting beside them. It kindda looked cool, making everybody else feel left out for not having a child or not bringing yours today.



Anyways, it got me thinking...



I am sure that there are people who will not dare participate in this event due to the "special" nature of their jobs:

I thought of a few, if you know some more, abeg, add am join.



1. Strippers

Of course, i thought about them first...no prejudice. they do a heck of a job sliding up and down dem poles, tolerating raunchy old men and fine young men (like me) staring and ogling lecherously; sometimes even touching. They work hard for their money and i aint even mad at them; plus we know a lot of them were forced by circumstance into it. However, how you gon take your lil' munchkin to work? The only way it can work out is to take your daughter to show her an example of what not to do as an adult and take your son to show him an example of what to appreciate as an adult. LOL!

as an after thought, lets add porn stars to this group.



2. Patrol Cops

I mean, i understand that you r doing the community a huge service, keeping the hood corners and the streets safe...but you will be doing yourself a "huge Dis-service" by taking your child to the front lines of violence and crime. Several things can happen:

a. The child might see the life of criminals and be intruiged, get curious and vow to try it out someday.

b. The child might see the life of criminals and vow to be like you in the future to take these guys down... kindda good right?

c. The child might get hurt...these muthafuckers on the streets dont give a flying fuck about you and your kid. you are an enemy and all that is yours. Who knows, maybe the criminal actually brought his own kid to work...situation gets messy. lmao!!!



3. Criminals

Number 2 brought me here. Criminals ranging from petty theifs to Bank robbers to grand theft autos (thats what i wanna call them) to murderers to politicians.

I mean, what good can come out of taking your kid to work today? i dont see one.....oh wait....maybe if you get caught and arrested today; God forbid, killed...the Child might learn a thing or two about things not to do as a criminal so you dont get caught or killed. Or just swear off being a criminal, period!...even better. lmao! needless to say that the child will be needing several sessions with a head doctor!!





if you can think of anymore jobs like these ones, lemme know abeg.



I will be remiss if i dont mention the super cool jobs



1. Electrical Engineers:

i mean, that had to come first. we r just cool like that and we do a heck of a lot of cool stuff. all the kid will be saying all day is "AWESOME"

2. Doctors:

Depending on the area of specialization and what you expose the child to...it could go either ways; good or bad. but that does not remove from the fact that Doctors are supercool

3:Astronauts:

I mean, even adults still uhhh and ahhh about that stuff...shut up! you know you still do.

4: Pilots:

If you ever seen the view from the cock-pit mid flight, you know what i mean.





I can go on and on...again, if you wanna add to the list, be my guest.



P.S.
i remember going to work with both my folks at different times...anyday there was no school on a week day was "take your kid to work" day and it sucked after a while! The only place i like to go was my dad's hospital cos dem pretty young student nurses were always rubbing their brests against my head and i lurved it!!! lmao!!!