Breathing Space

Self Portrait

2011-07-01T12:39:00.000-04:00

Private Little Moments

2011-05-11T12:50:00.002-04:00

*Just a little something I wrote while practicing my writing, like every other hobby writing must be practiced often*

The silence was heavy.
Almost as heavy as his arm across my waist, but that heaviness was at least enjoyable because it kept me warm. I felt secure with his arm there, and mine lying across his; fingers intertwined.
The heaviness of the silence however, not quiet the same.
The problem was that this heaviness was born of awkwardness. The words we said to each other often without speaking, a conversation that had been rung almost dry and thus hung damp in the air. He knew I was awake, but I was pretending to sleep, breathing deeply, quietly, and rhythmically to convince him, but only fooling myself. I knew he wasn't fooled. This routine was one that was very familiar to the both of us. Some nights he would try, and other nights he would let me fool myself into believing that he had fallen for my pretense, when we both knew the only person being fooled was me. And even I wasn't fooling myself anymore.
Hence the awkwardness and the heaviness of the silence.
My fingers tightened around his. Darn it.
It had become a reflex action I guess. Initially,my way of saying 'I love you' without words, I did it so much that now it had become part of my subconscious. Loving him was second nature to me. I squeezed my eyelids together and bit my lower lip hoping he hadn't felt that, or at least that he wouldn't use my reflex as a reason to attempt a conversation. No such luck.

I'm getting A Little Vain :)

2011-05-08T14:08:00.001-04:00

Center City, Philadelphia

2011-05-07T13:50:00.001-04:00

Searching for the Perfect Graduation Dress

2011-04-30T18:50:00.002-04:00

Stuck on Kanye...

2010-12-26T19:39:00.004-05:00

Follow me on Tumblr loves!

2010-12-26T12:41:00.001-05:00

http://wyes.tumblr.com/

I Got Tired...

2010-12-25T23:37:00.000-05:00

... of hiding behind the lens.

Windows to the Soul

2010-12-23T10:36:00.004-05:00

I love my camera...

2010-12-22T10:18:00.001-05:00

Schools out, and I'm bored so...

2010-12-21T21:10:00.001-05:00

2010-12-12T13:51:00.001-05:00

Eyes shut.

Its winter but I’m breaking sweat,

Maybe its because I’m broken but bound,

Breaking new ground,

I choke on the word like a fish bone; I swear I’d say it easier over the phone.

Or in my dreams, where I’ve said it a thousand times,

I swear you already know because you’ve heard it a thousand times.

In the summers you give me cold feet,

You make me meet my fear, I met my match,

I’ve reeled in a catch.

Why does hate come so easy, and the opposite make me queasy,

I hate the way you don’t know how much you could be,

Hate how you take advantage of me,

How you can’t pronounce Givenchy,

That you’re there when I want to be alone and absent when I need you the most,

And now I’m moving on, how you haunt me like a ghost,

Please let me be, set me free,

Let me sleep and have no dreams.

2010-12-08T21:20:00.000-05:00

Nigerian

2010-08-23T23:19:00.003-04:00

I’m trapped in my own skin,

In the essence of my own being,

The identity I disown defines me to the bone,

My thoughts are born of my upbringing,

My actions, indicators of the nature that I am proud of,

And ashamed of.

I do not need a calculator to tell you how many times,

I have contemplated what else I could be if I wasn’t Nigerian,

I can relax away the thickness of my hair,

But not the stubbornness of my culture,

Pretend the same greed doesn’t reside in my marrow,

While I envy the ease at which the white man lives,

How the seasons change and give new beginnings,

There’s no fall where I come from,

Just the pride of the proud as they trample on the humble,

The strength of a currency so low,

Its power slips by unchecked but not unnoticed.

Yet the reality remains,

If I could bleed the Nigerian out of me,

I would surely die unnoticed in another man’s land,

Fulfilling a stereotype recorded by a dead mans hand,

If I could extract the Nigerian from my being,

Then I would miss the wisdom of the world,

That life would presume it could teach me,

Lessons instilled in my mind before I was born,

The blessing and the curse,

I sometimes loathe the irony of my nationality.

Nostalgia

2010-07-06T08:20:00.001-04:00

When I start to wonder,
I silently remind myself in an inaudible whisper,
That his hands were still unsure; his mind not yet mature,
I needed a man not a boy, a real soldier not a toy,
A lover not a leaver,
A fighter not a quitter,
A love that lasts forever,
Forever could be five minutes of certainty,
Or a lifetime of indecision,
I just needed definition,
Were we or weren’t we,
I’d rather fight than pretend I’m alright,
Fight and stay up all night,
Watch the sunrise before I realize,
I might have won that one but I’m losing the battle,
His heart was willing but his mind was unable,
Real love isn’t a fairytale or fable,
It’s anything but stable,
It’s those moment when you could have but you didn’t,
It either is or it isn’t,
We either had it and lost it,
Or never had it at all,
I promised myself I wouldn’t fall,
Screw Insomnia.

Copyright ©2010 Chinwe Arinze

Unblogged Art

2010-06-26T10:52:00.001-04:00

My Gorgeous Friend Sabz

First Coat...

2010-06-21T11:09:00.002-04:00

...Is giving me a bit of trouble... should have taped the edges :S

First Look

2010-06-19T07:03:00.001-04:00

Didn't have a real camera on me so I took this with my phone.
I was so excited to be done with the sketching.
I'm kinda in a love-hate relationship with acrylic right now so hopefully I don't ruin it by painting it *nervous*

Possibilities

2010-06-18T12:38:00.004-04:00

(http://www.duffylondon.com)

I'm working on a new painting... Don't you just love the smell of art stores and the possibilities you see when you look at an empty board of canvas? :)

I can't wait to blog my progress!

Art Stuff

2010-06-05T03:28:00.000-04:00

Trying to figure out my collage for my design 1 final exam :)

The Glory of Academia

2010-05-03T22:54:00.005-04:00

The Main Building

Another Excerpt

2010-04-20T10:24:00.005-04:00

Thank you guys for your feedback from the last excerpt. This is another excerpt from the book, I can't promise I'll post them too often but every one in a while I'll put one up. I'm not sure when it'll be done, hopefully by the end of the year, thats my goal. But I will keep you posted on my progress. Enjoy!

Her father wanted her out of the house as quickly as possible, so he could spend more money on palm wine and kolanut. In fact, the day she had finished secondary school at the only missionary school in the village, he had knocked out any idea of university from her mind. He had made it clear that he didn’t plan to throw away any more money training a girl to go and marry, regardless of the fact that her results were excellent.

Her mother wanted her to put on more weight, even though Chidi had tried to explain to her that no matter how much she ate she couldn’t get any fatter. Her biology teacher had told her in school about metabolism, but when she had tried to explain it to her mother she had thrown a fit about why the biology teacher was staring at her daughters body, without even giving Chidi a chance to explain that the teacher was female.

Oge always told her to be happy, but as Chidi had been discovering recently, if your idea of happiness didn’t match up to someone elses then they would make it seem like misery until you began to question why it made you happy in the first place. When Chidi was sixteen, she had confided in her friend that Obi the palm wine tappers son had given her chewing gum at school, with a note asking her to be his girlfriend. Oge had laughed till tears came out of her eyes, describing Obi as “that fresh face empty pocket boy”, and advised Chidi to return the chewing gum before Obi got the impression that he had paid a dowry. Initially Chidi hadn’t seen anything wrong with the idea of having a simple existence as a palm wine tappers wife. But her friends’ poisonous laughter had infected the simple happiness of that dream, and Chidi had never been able to see Obi in the same light, no matter how hard she tried.

Book Excerpt

2010-04-13T12:45:00.002-04:00

As promised this is an excerpt from the book I'm working on... :)

The whispers also carried news that the Chief would be returning with his whole family; his oyinbo wife Celia, and their children Ego and Chuka who both schooled overseas. The last time they had all visited Chidinma had been eight years old, and she could barely remember anything of their visit. The only memory that stood out was the one where she was hiding behind the door in the living room, listening to her father whom she idolized speak to Chief Uche like he was a god. A few years later she understood that it was because the Chief planned to open a new branch of his store in the village, and her father wanted to be chosen over all the other men in the village to run it. Unfortunately for him, the Chief had chosen Ogechi’s father, and Chidinmas father had always been bitter about it, especially towards the Chief.

“Come away from there my friend! What is carrying your eye to that place?” Chidinmas father harshly startled her out of her curiosity. “You want to be like all the other bush people in this village, have you never seen moto before!”

“Sorry papa,” She begun apologetically, “Ogechi told me Chief Uche is driving a Jeep, and I ..”

“Shut up there!” He yelled cutting her off. “Jeep what? Is it Jeep you will marry?”
He walked closer to her scattering the chickens in every direction across the dusty yard.

“That same Ogechi has found a husband o, let me tell you.” He said pointing in her face with one hand, and holding his wrapper up with the other. His breath reeked of palm wine from the night before. Chidinma dared to take a small step back.

“As you are watching jeep pass, you better be thinking of how you will leave my house within the next year, before you expire like old milk.” He turned around, hissed dangerously, and headed back into the house. “Are you still standing there?” He shouted without looking back, startling Chidinma for the second time that morning.

She picked up the broom she was supposed to be using to sweep.

“I’m sweeping sir.” She replied, feeling very pleased with her excuse.

“Drop that broom and come and make my pap!” he wouldn’t have bought the excuse even if it came with free pepper and plantain chips. “What are you sweeping, Chief Uche’s jeep abi? Foolish girl.”

Chidinma dropped the broom and followed him inside reluctantly, dragging her feet and mumbling to herself all the way.

Book Stuff

2010-03-18T09:18:00.000-04:00

For my next blog post I shall be uploading an excerpt of a book I'm currently working on which should be finished by next summer. Please let me know what you think when you read it, and if you enjoy it. I might not change much because I know how I want the book to read, but I also need to make sure my readers are enjoying it. No point writing a book people don't enjoy reading right?

Hope everyone's had a wonderful week so far. TGIF tomorrow =D

Another snow day..

2010-02-27T18:50:00.002-05:00

Equals another painting =)

A few things...

2010-02-25T20:29:00.005-05:00

First off, I'm thinking of separating my blogs; that is having one for illustration, and another for photography, and another for short stories, and another for poetry, and another for music.. haha! Or, just one, with many different tabs =).. but once I'm done with my internship in a few weeks I shall sort that out.

Next, I wish it would stop snowing, I mean now the snow is just like an annoying friend. I like it when you visit today, maybe even tomorrow, but not everyday, and certainly not uninvited, lol.

Lastly, here are a few illustrations I did of my gorgeous little sister. Enjoy.. :)

Red Riding Hood

2010-02-15T11:13:00.003-05:00

No I haven't forgotten...

2010-02-11T23:25:00.003-05:00

... that I have a blog =)

The snow has been fantastic for two reasons...

1) I got two days off work

2) I had two days to shoot and edit pictures

And I am quite proud of my work... even though every five minutes I find something new to tweak, and something else to adjust...

I shall post the pictures this weekend!

T.G.I.F... tomorrow ;)

I was bored :)

Work, art, and formspring =)

2010-01-27T18:12:00.005-05:00

So… I have not blogged in a while.. forgive me…

This is because after waking up at 6am and getting home at 6pm exhausted, I barely have any day left.

And whatever I have left of my day is spent facebooking {what a shame} tryna catch up with my good friends most of whom are half the world away from me, on the phone {doing the same thing}, or with my art seeing as I recently purchased a Wacom Intuos 4, and I now qualify as a starving artist. Seriously, I have no money for lunch today{I mooched a few quarters off my darling sister this morning on her way to school}, and I’m hoping the flavor in the piece of gum I’m currently chewing lasts longer that 20 minutes {hope I don’t get attacked by the Stride ram, but hey I’m chewing orbit anyway!}…

This weekend should be fun, my gorgeous friend is performing at our University's winter dance recital {she’s amazing}, and this year she gets a solo that I cannot wait to watch, and my friends are making their ‘DJ’ing Debut’ at a lil party thing-thing they’re hosting, and then we’re heading to my other friends for a mega girly art-fest/sleepover, and this is all on Friday night… hehe. Saturday I plan to go stalking/hunting/photographing in the city before I head home and SLEEP {Edit} the weekend away {the photo’s I take =)}

Shout out to a newly acquired acquaintance Nabila, her new blog inspires me to spend more time illustrating, check her out at http://houseofbeela.blogspot.com/ …. I’m so excited to see all the amazing things she has to offer the world of artistic blogging.

Since I am now reduced to carrying my laptop to work to type up blog posts and reply emails via Microsoft word, and then send them out once I get home {yes Mama your email is on its way ;) }, I cannot type for long. There is a huge stack of newsletters staring at me with eyeballs that only I can see, asking me to stuff them in envelopes and send them out. I leave, I go, I shall blog again soon, so much to share.

PS: Check out this new site http://www.formspring.me/ .. apparently it’s the new craze. You get to ask/be asked any question in the world on any topic and get/give answers.. cool stuff huh. Looks like another time wasting site we shall all get addicted to for no reason in no time, lol. Perhaps I shall start up an advice column and get people to ask me questions through that site. But it is more likely that I will tweet before I inquire {yes I do NOT tweet, bite me}.

Ok I’m out =)

Get involved people... help Haiti

2010-01-15T08:47:00.001-05:00

I'm at work right now so I have to blog more on this later.
But for now click on the link above to see how you can get involved.
Have a blessed day.

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

2010-01-07T18:02:00.005-05:00

Even though I spent the better part of my birthday working, I'm finally 21. It feels weird, despite the fact I keep telling people I've been legal since I was 12, growing up in a country with wacky law enforcement agents, not that I ever broke the law or anything.

Birthday dinner with les amis on Saturday evening... my dress from ASOS arrived today despite the bad weather in the UK. Special thanks to my love Atina for recommending that store, it's my new clothing crack supply, and trust me to order a dress from England in the middle of a snow storm =D

I thank God for another year, and I'm hoping for many more.

Now I'm off to facebook to thank all my birthday well wishers, every single one of them...

A lil smn smn I drew for myself :)

Artist on Acid

2009-12-21T20:26:00.002-05:00

Well no I'm not really on acid...

However, a week at home with bronchitis almost drove me crazy..

It also pushed my creative boundaries in ways I never really imagined :)

I conformed :(

2009-12-16T15:21:00.005-05:00

Yes... I followed the crowd.. and jumped on the 'Flygerian' band wagon... *sigh*

Playing with Photoshop

2009-12-13T10:00:00.004-05:00

I <3 Machines!

2009-12-05T16:17:00.004-05:00

This morning, me padre and I changed the brake pads of the car...

Who says girls don't like to get their hands dirty? :)

I love cars!

Changing the pads

Dirty Hands

Putting the tire back in

The old pads

Tripping!

2009-11-21T14:00:00.007-05:00

Went down to Philly to hang with my crew last night...

Scored some pretty cool shots with my tiny Nikon Coolpix cam..

My dad is currently having some separation issues when it comes to his Nikon so I try not to steal it as much.. :)

Christmas decor already?

What people call graffiti, I call street art...

Amazing Grace...

2009-11-15T08:38:00.004-05:00

I wrote this to audition for a show... I submitted it 5hrs after the deadline, lol

I luv how I had no inspiration or material till after the deadline....

However, I was asked to compete in a Poetry Slam, which I had to decline to do because I'm not ready to compete yet...

So I sing the first line, and then recite the rest of the stanza ..

Enjoy

Amazing grace:

Wasn’t something she knew in the hood where she grew up,

Grace was a bright kid who just wanted to sing,

But the industry never saw her,

And if they did they didn’t recognize her,

So when things got hard she turned to the pole,

It was only temporary,

Till she became mesmerized by the money,

And seduced by life in the fast lane,

In a hurry to make that cash,

Come up fast,

But the pole stripped her of her virginity,

And abandoned her with no dignity,

So she said yes when he offered to pay for sex,

Then got upset when he asked why she was still there the next day,

She tried to make conversation but he didn’t care what she had to say,

He just wanted her out of the way before his wife came home,

It was then she realized that when he bought her body, her mind too had been sold,

All of the a sudden the room became cold,

But even with her clothes on she still felt naked,

The only comfort she had was her song that no one else would ever hear,

And…

How sweet the sound:

Of the screams the first time he hit her,

Tears stained her face and blood stained the carpet,

Only trying to explain that she hadn’t been cheating,

But he didn’t believe a word she was saying,

Truth was, he didn’t believe the accusations he was making,

She was just his release for his frustration,

He was her excuse for prostitution,

Trying to save enough to run away,

“One last time, one more day” she’d tell herself,

Until a day turned to a month, and a month to a year,

Until the system led her here,

To this 31 by 10 jail cell she called home,

The one bedroom flat she didn’t even own,

Who would save her broken heart, and her lost soul.

That saved a wretch like me:

She’d stopped hoping for salvation,

She knew she was damned to hell when she started enjoying her occupation,

But who could blame her,

When asked what she did she called herself a performer,

On the stage no one cared who you were when they longingly stared,

Up there she commanded respect,

Her body moved so fluid, but her heart was rock solid,

Because in six inch heels,

No one cares how she feels,

But when the music stopped, the metal was ice to her skin,

She remembered the prison she was in,

And felt the heavy weight of her sin.

I once was lost:

In a multitude of problems,

And alone in the midst of a million people,

Only a hundred in church that day,

They sang together harmoniously,

In one voice of many broken hearts,

Each one acting out the part that life had given them,

Grace was tired of her role,

Tired of her pole,

She had picked the shorter straw but,

She wouldn’t live this life anymore,

As they listened to the sermon, she planned her suicide,

Would she do it in the open or would she hide,

To her death meant being alive so,

Maybe she’d find life on the other side.

But now I’m found:

Wrists slit in her closet,

A stained piece of paper with two words on it,

“I’m sorry”

Not sorry that she took her life,

But that it took so long to end the strife,

Sorry for her friends who were still in the business,

Who would wake up tomorrow and do it all again,

Sorry that no one else would apologize for their pain,

But I’m sorry that she thought she was taking one life and instead took two,

The baby girl growing inside her she never knew,

Who’s to say if she had known she wouldn’t still have done it,

To save the little girl from a life of injustice,

People called her a coward but I know it took courage,

To put a sharp blade to her vein,

And watch it drain her dry.

Was blind but now I see:

That you’re still not aware of what you don’t know,

To you this is a story,

And to the government a statistic,

But to me, it’s reality,

I saw Grace on the corner of Broadway last night,

And on my train this morning,

You see my heart is mourning the loss of a voice that was never heard,

Lyrics that were never read,

Words that were never said,

Beauty that was never admired,

A life she never desired,

A reality that should inspire you to stop, and think,

But five minutes after you hear this, you’ll forget it,

You’ll walk out into street and meet grace,

But you won’t recognize her, as she’s stares longingly into your face.

The Perils of the Working Class..

2009-11-01T01:29:00.003-04:00

Lol, ok maybe the title of this blog is a bit dramatic...

I love working, however... I have been disconnected from the rest of the world since I started waking up ridiculously early every day of the week...

Thus explaining why I haven't blogged in a minute {or 200}...

But, have no fear, a new poem is here.. or will be.. tomorrow.. unfailingly :)

xoxo {maybe I should cut back on the Gossip Girl episodes}

Before...

2009-10-13T20:39:00.005-04:00

Guess who made tights and shorts famous! Haha!

By the way, check out that forehead...

Two nights ago, after I got my hair braided, my sister made a comment about how shiny my forehead was...

And my own father says "you have Gleaming Forehead Syndrome! GFS!" ... then proceeds to laugh till he cries...

1 hour later

Omg! I just realized it was my birthday in that pic! And I was playing musical chairs! Lmao... by myself!??

Me and Him

2009-10-13T19:11:00.001-04:00

Me and him,

Were trains going in opposite directions,

Heading towards different stations,

Me and him,

Were hitchhiking through life,

Constantly on the go,

Me and him,

Were punctuations in the English language,

Me, the question mark,

Him, the full stop,

Me and him,

Were trains going in opposite directions,

Excited by the possibility of a collision,

Scared by the intensity of our electricity,

But hoping for the slightest bit of friction,

Never slowing,

Never stopping,

Lovers only through a brief interaction,

Me and him,

Were never meant to be,

But we were,

Then were not,

And now, we are nothing.

Another perk of going to work everyday...

2009-10-13T18:50:00.009-04:00

.... aside from getting paid...

The Sunrise

The Sunset

Today I committed a sin,

I walked into a Cosi's,

And sat down,

To drink a Starbucks coffee,

Forgive me .... :)

I'm sorry? NASA did what now?

2009-10-09T14:36:00.005-04:00

Okay, so recently I've only been blogging art related stuff..

That's because once I get into art mode nothing else really catches my attention...

But a friend of mine told me about this yesterday and I was appalled...

NASA IS 'BOMBING' THE MOON?

So apparently they're trying to find out if there's water on the moon...

Because stealing *ahem* I mean harnessing the moons H2O makes more sense than stopping the pollution of ours...

Because the big companies that dump crap into the earths water bodies {and also contribute their friendly quota to global warming}, most likely invest in NASA's projects as well...

Because it's easier {not} to jet off into space and cart off water from a celestial body that, while belonging to earth, doesn't really belong to just humans beings...

As a matter of fact, there are millions of other species that we humans share the earth with, but of course they don't matter... {note the obvious sarcasm}...

Oh and the most important reason, because NASA decides for the rest of the planet what we do with our moon...

Well, there was noone to stop them...

They did it ...

Not that I hope anything goes/went wrong...

But I do hope that if any moon bits happens to break off, spiral out of orbit, and drop to earth...

They smash only the NASA headquarters... to bits :)

Don't misunderstand me, I'm all for science, technology, and the advancement of the human race...

But there are just certain forces that should not be tampered with...

Thats all.

Desperate Resignation

2009-10-07T08:39:00.010-04:00

Have you ever wanted to run,

Just run,

You know a cab would get you there faster,

Or a train,

Or a plane,

But you'd rather run,

Because you have no destination,

That is your heart has a destination,

But your feet can't take you there,

So even if you run, you're still going nowhere,

No matter how fast you go, or how far,

But you need to run still,

To get to the point where,

You can't run anymore,

You can't breathe anymore,

You can't hear your heart anymore,

And to that point where,

You're certain theres nothing you can do anymore,

But stop.

Just stop.

Only Human

2009-09-30T00:41:00.006-04:00

Last night,

While arguing with my ex over nothing important,

And losing my temper,

Over something that didn't matter,

As I felt my emotions fluctuate between affection and distaste,

I was reminded of my vulnerability.

This morning,

While halving strawberries in an absent minded manner,

Preparing fruit for my father,

I pricked my forefinger with the pointed tip of the sharp knife,

And squeezing my eyes shut,

Anticipating pain,

I was reminded of my mortality.

This evening,

As I forced a hot iron through the tangled mess of my dark knotted curls,

The iron slipped,

Burning away the flesh from one of the darker brown lines between my knuckle,

And I was reminded of my fragility.

Tonight,

Snuggling between my cold sheets and my thick duvet,

Finger healed, burn oiled, hair braided,

I shut my eyes and whisper a silent prayer of gratitude for life,

And another for protection from hurt,

As I meditate on my humanity.

I am only human.

My little hideout ..shhh ;)

2009-09-27T17:08:00.002-04:00

So I took a walk in the woods :) ...

2009-09-26T13:57:00.007-04:00

...with my lovely friend...

I'm on a roll!

2009-09-24T23:26:00.004-04:00

So I'm trying my hand at illustration..

Giving the fashion drawing a breather for a sec...

I did this in my sketch pad with pencil, and then black ink....

Then I uploaded it on to my computer, and edited it with paint brush and photoshop..

Not bad if I may say so myself....

Competing for Attention...

2009-09-23T15:41:00.005-04:00

So I love Art...

I am ABSOLUTELY AND COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH ART...

My only problem is when I get inspired.. I get inspired in all areas of my artistic life...

Music, fashion, photography, fine art, writing....

I can't do it ALL at once :(

And I don't know which medium to express my creativity with!!!

I took this when I was supposed to be gardening...

My backyard looks like something from a fairytale

Don't the tree stumps look like fairy stools? :)

Being a goofball..

2009-09-23T14:12:00.007-04:00

My latest obsession!

2009-09-22T16:17:00.011-04:00

So.. I'm thinking of starting a clothing line...

Basic designs... crazy color... fun to wear...

Hoodies.. tanks... Tee's...

Shall I?

You do interesting things when you're in bed with a cold :)

Glowing Colors

2009-09-16T22:44:00.004-04:00

I have fallen in love... with a photoshop effect.

These are two of my sketches and a photo I edited with photoshop.... luv em!

Memories...

2009-09-12T14:30:00.003-04:00

So my friends and I had a rap battle a long time ago..

Yes I used to attempt to rap *cringe*...

But I recently found our old raps from the battle and I couldn't stop laughing... lol

*sigh*

Boy 1

Ahem! Mic check 1, 2, 1 ,2
Think its time 2 take dis ting 2 level 2
Slay a sucker MC das wat im bout 2 do
Drop an atomic bomb on ya wreck ya whole crew

Rockets aimed, programmed 2 seek and destroy
Blast thru ur armour, be it metal, teflon or alloy
Gutter tactics, developed in da ghetto iz what i employ

But Ussee is here 2 bring u back 2 reality
Come against me u must b praying 4 a calamity wiv alacrity
This is not a battle of equality, lyrically we hav no similarity
My name's like microsoft, hear it and remember it as a symbol of quality

Rapping hatin rapper wannabeez
I feel u swarming around me lyk beez
Got no mercy 4 my enemiez
Swat u wiv an iron fist wiv eaze
The General is here! SALUTE!
At Ease...

Chin

Yeh I know I’m the master, my job is to teach,
Jus lyk ur church pastor, I came here to preach,
Can I get a hallelujah, this is a revival,
Rap was dead, but it arose wiv my arrival,

My ying is ur yang, I’m at my zen,
Un-phased I’m chillin lyk a lioness in her den,
Say when, lemmi know if you had enough,
Cuz I won’t stop, lyk genuine leather I’m tough,

Saleem if rap knowledge was oxygen, you’d suffocate,
Be begging for alms lyk a beggar at the gate,
Ain’t no hate, so I’ll spare u some change,
But I’ll leave u with a warning, next time stay within ur range,

My flow is sick, classic, lyk the renaissance,
I come harder every tym, leave niggas in a trance,
And yeh I see you, flipping thru ur dictionary,
Wait my bad, you're still playin pictionary,

But picture this, lyk buddha I came to give enlightenment,
Steadily raising standards while you’re on steady decent,
My game so slick, I’m lyk a talented thief,
So Usse ur the general? Meet the commander in chief!

Peace ;)

May {my sister}

Hey hey bros wetin u dey do,
Gon sidon abeg before I finish you,
Wait, what, u open mouth come dey talk?
U sabi run ur mouth but u no fit do the walk,
Abeg bros u dey try too hard,
You don disqualify, con take ur red card.

My people come see this oyinbo pikin,
With his flows wey resemble handicap chicken,
If I were u my brother I go my lock my door dey pray,
“Make she no embarrass me with the tin wey she go say”

Infact I go take pity, make I leave u alone,
Bcuz u fit destroy urself on ur own,
I don trample u, u dey lyk gum wey I chew,
Da problem now na to remove u from my shoe.

Chin

Back with a new rap for the poetically inclined,
Check ur mirrors, strap in, this is rap undefined,
Can’t help but wonder why you still want more,
You say ur a disease? Well I brought the cure,

I know why you’re so moody, your rap is on menopause,
I would be touchy if I couldn’t use a phrase or a clause,
Cut! Stop! Rewind, did I leave you behind?
You will find though my skill has no class and no kind,

My rap is lyk medicare, urz is on welfare,
I do this on a daily basis, my rap is your oasis,
Been wandering in the desert, come here nd wash ur faces,
Leave you refreshed cuz u was dying of thirst,
No need to say thank you, I know u needed the rest,

You about to get digested, your flow is like food,
No wait, I meant trash, thrown out cuz its no good,
Like your favourite channel you know I keep you glued,
Unless you ain’t got cable, then I leave you confused,

I keep it hot like fire, flames keep rising higher,
Like a stipper in full attire, I’ma strip you of rap desire,
Checked CNN lately? There’s been some breaking news,
“ChinChin bringing the spark back to Usse’s broken fuse”

Congress just passed a new bill on rap abuse,
Sawi Saleem, ryt now I’d hate to be in your shoes,
Your skill is lyk old nikes, dirty and used,
Useless, like a bomb that’s been diffused,

Your rap is like a shape that lacks geometry,
Like a molecule without complexity,
A poor composition that’s void of harmony,
Chemical X without acidity,
You’re still VHS and I’m DVD!

This ain’t a battlefield no more, it’s a cemetery,
My rap ‘the artillery’, your rap ‘the casualty’,
So bad boi’s I’ve got a question, watchu gonna do?
Best take cover when I come through,

I’m on a constant high, you best catch the craze,
Cuz unlike you this is my life, not just a phase,
The only way you can stop it is to kill it,
And even that won’t work cuz u’ll still feel it like a spirit,

Like a court case, I’ma let the jury decide,
Although they’re still in awe at how my case has been designed,
“We the jury think the defendant is unopposed,
To the plaintiff, we have no choice but to render this case closed!”

The Cutest Thing

2009-09-07T20:44:00.003-04:00

Look see what I found at AC Moore!

Doll size canvas and an easel!

I can't wait to paint on it and put it on the table in the entry, next to the big yellow vase! :)

The glass bottles with glass beads inside were done by my younger sister after she took an interior design class, I love them!

Watercolor... with color!

2009-09-06T18:53:00.002-04:00

Except I cheated and finished it with photoshop.. hehe...

My dad keeps asking why she has to cry, lol...

And my brothers won't stop pointing out that it's half a face...

I do draw a ton of half faces though, it started out as laziness and turned into a habit..

But I like her, half face, full face, I don't discriminate... :)

Simply Amazing

2009-09-06T12:16:00.003-04:00

His work is fantastic...

I wonder what software he uses, I'm sure if I search his blog he mentions it somewhere...

Watercolor... with no color?

2009-09-06T03:42:00.004-04:00

So I've decided to try my hand at painting with watercolor...

Can I just say that I am terrified of color, so this is a huge step for me :)

My hestaition to color anything might explain why my watercolor painting is colorless, lol...

But it's one step at a time.. right?

You've got a friend in me!

2009-08-31T22:24:00.005-04:00

I did eveything possible to avoid sounding too loud...

But I kinda have a strong voice... *shrugs*

PS: My friend says when I say friend in me it sounds like 'frenemy'... hehe

Race

2009-08-29T18:44:00.006-04:00

Race

Lets play a game of race

Lets retrace the steps of our ancestry,

Back to who we used to be before the white man dethroned us from our place,

And when I say white I don’t mean it racially, no not yet,

I mean the wicked white that comes from within,

And we thought black was the bad color,

Now stand corrected as I tell you how they took our pride

Forced royalty to run and hide,

Forced families to divide but,

We can’t blame the other forever

Because we too sold our brothers

Children betrayed the land of their fathers

And mothers cried bloody murder

What a disgrace,

Yes you black man with wicked white on the inside

You stood and watched as women cried,

And hope died,

You sowed seeds of greed

Centuries later I wish you could see the effect,

How your children struggle to reconnect with society,

Yes sit back as I deal the cards of blame,

Double dealing because I too feel the shame,

Because you share the same color that is my claim to fame,

Yes you even share the name that they chose for us,

Black.

Do I look black to you?

My skin is a million different shades,

Honey, amber, ebony, and you call me black?

I guess that’s why you’re white to me,

Yes you white man now I’m talking racially,

I wouldn’t call my bluff because

The anger within me has been fueled by stories I’ve heard

Carted off in ships like cargo,

Packed together like a deck of cards,

No wonder there were so many dead bodies when your cargo ships reached the other side,

And you have the nerve to call us less,

Do I look less to you?

Ancient pyramids,

Lands abundant with yellow gold, black gold

Lands lush with green gold,

So much that you were green with envy,

Had to try to chain me,

Attempt to degrade me,

But wait, watch as we rebuild,

Yes Camden and Harlem are only temporary,

Jails of your own choosing,

But I’m here to explain to you black man that you can choose to lose those chains,

Break those binds that hold captive your minds,

Show them that we are not black,

We are brown skinned kings and queens and we’re making a comeback.

Neighbor Boy

2009-08-29T01:30:00.005-04:00

Neighbor Boy

Ok so to my females out there,

You know when you sight a fellow and you’re certain he broke the mold,

You assume his perfume was put together by angels,

So as you walk past him you clear your lungs of everything but oxygen,

And then when you catch a whiff you cease to breathe,

Just so you can keep a bit of him till nature forces you exhale,

Like, knocks the wind out of you till you choke out the scent you were saving,

Well, I saw one of those the other day,

Wow, was the only word that came to mind,

The way dude was designed it took effort not to whip out my phone and take a picture

Even though I was sure that my brain captured the image I mean,

Now I understand what takes place within a camera before you hear the *click*

How all the parts work together, like my nerves suddenly remembered to exist,

The way my blood rushed and my face flushed; if I were lighter he would have seen me blush,

As I thought to myself, he’s a potential crush,

But thou must not lust.

He came out of the house next to mine, and even though my class the next day was at nine,

I knew I’d have to resume my routine of running at seven,

But on Monday he didn’t come out till eleven,

So I had to change my plan.

Tuesday morning bright and early, I found the heaviest books I could carry,

You’d have thought my major was psychology,

And I waited till we got to my intersection then I happened to trip and fall in his direction,

Scattering my life all over the ground,

Did he even turn round to glance? Not a chance.

No worries I’m a trooper, by Wednesday I’d regrouped,

Decided not to stoop too low, I’d just go my way,

But that day, on his shirt was the name of my favorite band,

And the economics of courtesy demands that you pay a compliment where it’s due,

Which propelled me to yell across “you rock”

But he didn’t even stop.

So Thursday came round and my neighbor was going out of town,

She asked if I would watch and walk her dog,

And even though the furball makes me sneeze, I decided to please my curious desire,

To run into the good looking stranger,

But he seemed to be particularly in a hurry, rushing quickly as he walked by me,

And much as I wanted to give up,

On Friday I had to say something,

So when he was moving past,

I increased my speed from slow walk to fast,

This was my chance at last and I wouldn’t let it pass

I said to him,

On Tuesday I dropped my books

Wednesday I complimented your looks

Thursday I’m allergic but I took my neighbor’s dog for a walk,

Just so somehow we could talk,

None of this seemed to get your attention so I feel the need to mention,

That I’m slightly offended,

Even though I never intended for this to become an obsession,

In this time of a hot male recession,

You’ve been my inspiration to step up my game,

Can I at least get your name?

He laughed angelically as he began to explain,

On Tuesday the construction across the street was so loud

When you dropped your books I didn’t hear a thing,

And Wednesday, almost the same reason except

This time it was cuz my headphones were in,

I was listening to the band on my shirt, but I did notice your hot army green skirt,

And Thursday I would have stopped to say hi but I’m allergic to dogs too,

And every other season, however that was the reason I couldn’t tell you,

I’ve been meaning to drop by, but I’m kinda shy,

My names Dave by the way, do you have plans later today?

Mentally I had cleared my schedule; however reason implored me to front a little,

So I said “Yes actually, later I’m busy, but did you know tomorrow our favorite bands playing live in the city?”

And he said “You know magically, I’ve got two tickets actually, would you like to go with me?”

Does it take a genius to guess, my answer was yes!

Why won't you argue with me?

2009-08-28T00:46:00.006-04:00

Why won't you argue with me?

So I called him last night,

Just to start something

But he wouldn’t take the bait,

So I decided to wait till he made the mistake of

Making a vague expression that I could read rubbish into,

Like, “I wonder what you’re up to”

Then I would respond with “why do you always think I’m trying to start something”

But to my dismay he replied with an “Ok. Alright. You’re right”

And I was frustrated because I wanted him to fight,

Because I wanted him to care so I could share the emotion that was tearing me apart,

Like why did we ever start?

Why begin a road trip with an empty tank,

Why borrow money from a failing bank,

Why did you let me in, knowing I would begin to fall in love with the person that you are?

Why are you so far away?

And every time you’re about to hang up why do I make you stay?

Why do I want you so much?

Why do I feel like the more we talk the more we lose touch of the things that brought us together in the first place?

You know I would if could right?

If there was an ocean between us I would part it and walk barefoot miles across the ocean bed just to be with you,

I would sprout wings and get over my fear of height and anxiety of flight just to touch you,

Why won’t you argue with me?

Can’t you see it’s the only way I feel I have left to reach you,

To rattle your senses so that as you battle me you break my defenses,

So my heart never fails to pause every time I hear your voice,

Why can’t I have you?

Heart, Mind, body, and soul,

Why can’t I have total control of you, me, and us,

Why won’t you argue with me?

Picture featured in the audio clip designed by ME :)

Shakara

2009-08-26T23:31:00.006-04:00

Shakara

He says I wind my waist to entice him,

Move my hips to distract him,

And when he begins to dance to my rhythm,

I act like I despise him,

“What is the meaning of your Shakara?”

I’ve got brown eyes, brown skin, like a nubian queen,

Long limbs that can reach and teach your proud heart to be patient,

Yes I know I’m worth the chase so we’re doing this at my pace,

You have to jump hurdles before your lips touch my face,

Go look around and see if any female can imitate the grace of an African woman,

So he went away,

To the other side where females gazed at him with eyes wide,

Fueled his ego and boosted his pride,

Treated him like a king,

They denied him nothing,

Freely gave anything he desired,

His choices were numerous and his mind inspired,

He thought he couldn’t get enough,

Until he’d had enough,

Realized that even though we made it tough,

It was because there was a diamond in the rough, not just dust,

So he coughed up some cash and swallowed his pride,

Chartered the next ride back to the motherland,

And when he came home he said to me

Yes you African women make me dizzy

You have another kind of effizy

But over there they give it up too easy,

Yes I missed the fronting of my naija baby,

Who would diss me before she’d kiss me,

Tease me before she’d please me,

Who was untamable but still true to me,

I wouldn’t wish you to be anything other than you are,

My beautiful untainted Nigerian star,

I laughed, and started to walk away,

And he followed after me saying,

You, you wind your waist to entice me,

Move your hips to distract me,

And when I begin to dance to your rhythm,

You act like you despise me,

But, I like your Shakara.

Painting featured in the audio clip done by Julia Hawkins

'It'

2009-08-26T12:09:00.010-04:00

As I promised, today I'm featuring Zazzu...

She's like a younger sister but it's easy to connect with her because her writng is wise beyond its years...

When I told her I wanted to feature her on my blog she said "Yes go on my page and chose any piece you like"... except, she wasn't expecting this twist.

Zazzu I found this piece that you wrote for your college newspaper and I just fell in love with it....

'IT'

We're too busy talking about sexism

And how our lexicon and society is asymmetric

Then we forget about ‘it’

We treat ‘it’ like nothing

Yet without it we would be nothing

‘It’ is an essential part of our speech

Of our lives

Agreeably ‘it’ is a bit ambiguous

But ambiguity is necessary on many an occasion

Without ‘it’ how could you shout “did you do it?” on a crowded train

And not worry that everyone would know what you’re talking about

How could you sit in a bus beside the two noisy teenage girls

And pretend not to understand what they were talking about

If not for the ambiguity of ‘it’

‘It’ is everything

Show ‘it’ some more kindness

‘It’ is your dog

‘It’ is your illness

‘It’ is how you’re feeling

‘It’ is more than just a pronoun

And when you’re dead and buried

‘It’ is what you will become

Visit Zazzu's blog at http://inlovewiththeidea.blogspot.com/

What if?

2009-08-25T20:05:00.008-04:00

So I've decided to try a different method of blogging my poetry...

Audio blogging...

I experimented with it in my previous post, but I also included the written copy...

This is slightly different because here there's no written copy...

Included in this post is an audio clip of me reciting my latest piece "What if"

Please feel free to leave comments and let me know what you think of the piece {and the recitation} ...

Tomorrow I'll be featuring a piece by my very talented friend, Zazzu...

I love her work, and her thoughts, and her truth, and I suggest you check her out when I post her link... :)

Who am I

2009-08-25T00:47:00.009-04:00

As these tears run down my face,

I struggle to find meaning, to realize my place,

To recognize purpose in a seemingly purposeless existence,

Who, what, why?

How do I avoid becoming a cog in the wheel,

In this world where you must trade your passion,

To allow yourself to be fashioned, and molded by other peoples ideas,

Limited by other people’s fears,

Labeled as weak because your eyes produce tears,

Who am I?

I’ve let my persona be determined by another,

Afraid to love because love is unsure,

Afraid to live because who does that anymore,

We don’t live,

We leave behind the dreams that once made us fly,

I remember getting high on the prospect of endless possibilities,

Now I sit and cry, as I wonder,

Who am I?

Boy..

2009-08-21T22:44:00.005-04:00

Boy meets girl,

Boy likes girl,

But it’s always complicated,

He calls, she texts,

One date, what’s next,

Love? Sex?

Boy likes girl, but he doesn’t know,

She’s meeting up with his best friend after the show,

When she says she has to go,

Except they never said they were exclusive,

So when he finds out she has a thousand excuses,

Boy loves girl,

But he’s afraid to say it first,

So he just flirts, hints, laughs, winks,

Allows her to think he wants nothing more

Than a hug or a kiss,

But he wants it all,

Boy lets go,

Of what could have been the greatest love of his life,

But he’ll never know,

Because he was to scared that she’d say no.

Quite the story..

2009-08-17T18:15:00.002-04:00

My friend Burramint has a blog..

My friend Burramint has an amazing blog...

An amazing blog that I love to read, because for those few minutes I'm absorbed in the lives of the characters in the tale Burramint and her friend Dragonfly are narrating.

http://barbedwirefences.blogspot.com/

Do yourself a favor and check it out :)

Sigh..

2009-08-14T15:52:00.006-04:00

He looked at me...

Like I was a queen...

Like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen...

He touched me....

Like I was made of glass..

But handled me like I was unbreakable...

He kissed me...

Like he'd never stop...

Then I woke up...

It was just a dream...

*Sigh*

Blue Jeans...

2009-08-13T18:47:00.006-04:00

No this is not a blog about some new fashion trend...

It's a song...

iTunes didn't give Jessie James a very kind review...

Calling her an Aguilera wanna be...

Perhaps it was an honest review, however...

I still like this song...

Cuz it's got attitude...

And I've got attitude ;)

So my baby sisters are coming to visit...

And interest has been expressed in my 'Fountain Plan'...

Will the deed be done on the 'morrow?

Stay tuned, lol...

The Fountain at night... Cool huh?

Meteor Shower

2009-08-11T16:05:00.003-04:00

So for all of you who love star gazing, just because the stars are gorgeous...

And for all of you who love star gazing AND are in North America...

There's a meteor shower tonight...

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For more details click the link below...

http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20090811/sc_space/strongmeteorshowerexpectedtonight

I've been away because I've got an exam tomorrow...

But after tomorrow I shall be back, and I shall blog unstoppably...

Till my next exam :)...

I couldn't help but..

2009-08-08T13:09:00.005-04:00

Fall in love with this song!!!

I wanna dance to it too....

Yes Mr. BasicComplexity, I stole it from you... bite me *wink*

To all of you who just don't get it...

2009-08-08T12:17:00.015-04:00

Now, I kinda think Taylor Swift has the tendency to come off as 'stalkerish' in her songs..

But...

This song goes out to all you guys {and females}, who spend ages looking for something {someone} that's right in front of you...

Get a clue! ;)

Just don't go saying 'I love you' to your neighbor and claiming I told you to!

And isn't the Hannah Montana guy kinda good looking? Teehee..

{Listen okay I have baby sister, don't judge me!}

By the way, the whole 'captain of the football team' and

'cheerleader' cliche relationship is so America...

It's kinda sad..

You watch it on TV and think "no-one really thinks like this" right?

However.. American kids do!

This I know cuz of the stories my high school sister tells me...

Can that bit of history stop repeating itself...

And this doesn't only apply to American high-schoolers...

It applys to people who support only intra-tribal/national/racial dating..

Can you not be ignorant? Expand your friggin horizons..

You never know what/who you'll meet...

Kitty love.. amongst other things...

2009-08-06T15:45:00.009-04:00

So.. Tangerine {thats what I call her}.. appeared from nowhere a couple of weeks ago...

She sits on the stone wall of some apartment next to the Sev...

Tangerine gets a ton of love from passersby...

So much love that she has now come to expect it...

Tangerine

Well I said to myself, "I will not love Tangerine. I will not pet her. I will walk past her."

Especially since I have no clue who she belongs to, or where she's from... and I certainly don't want any kitty germs...

But on my way home today, I stopped to take a picture of Tange so I could blog about her...

And she ATTACKED ME!

With love :)

She decided to lie on my foot, and then roll over for a tummy rub.

Quite the demanding kitty.

So I petted her, and rubbed her tummy, and scratched her back...

Until along came a skater boi... and he scared her back unto the wall with his loud WOOSHing noise...

Scaredy cat :)

On to other things...

I still haven't run through the fountain like I said I would this summer..

And summers almost over...

Le Quad

I guess I don't want to do it alone...

I mean, chances of my getting carted off by public safety are greatly reduced if I do it with other people...

Even though I'm sure the public safety guys would let me get away with anything ;) ...

Plus, its always more fun to do crazy stuff with a crowd {my 'crowd' being 2 or 3 people}...

But I must run through the fountain before fall.. I simply must!

Who's with me?

Now how did my finger get in there?

I took these shots with my phone...

I yearn to hold a real camera... it's been too long!

After the exams perphaps.

Wanted..

2009-08-06T10:45:00.011-04:00

Young healthy good-looking male...

Preferably between the ages of 23-27

Nationality: No preferences, but part Nigerian would be nice

Occupation/Future occupation: Aviation {Cuz I adore aviation and I don't want him around all that time} /Medecine {cuz I have a thing for white labcoats} / Design (Artist) {no design preference, just have a degree in that ish and plan to earn a living} / Architecture {build me my dream house} /Law {cuz I love to debate for fun} ...

Physical Characteristics:

Height: 5'11 - 6'4 {preferably}

Weight: Err.. dunno.. fit, toned muscles *shrugs*

Hair color: Should complement eye color

Eye color: Should complement hair color

Personality:

Amazing sense of humor {cuz everything cracks me up}...

More of that amazing sense of humor {cuz sometimes I take myself too seriously}...

Ability to seperate the argument from the person...

Patience, a TON of it {I'm troublesome}...

Well spoken {Queens English preferably, throw in a brit or aussie accent too if its real}...

Should speak another language apart from QUEENS English {French, Spanish, Italian... Latin?}...

Love adventure {I plan to sky dive some day/chase a tornado/scuba dive}...

Educated, not just literate...

Appreciate {LOVE} art...

Must have a valid hobby {watching TV? Doesn't count!}...

Should enjoy/watch/play soccer...

Must love video games but not be addicted to them...

Play an instrument {prefereably drums/guitar/violin ... vocals work too}...

Be extremely witty, and catch on fast {cuz I have an attitude and can be sarcastic}...

Must love dogs :P {and cats, and rabbits, and most animals except birds.. I mean you can like birds, just don't keep any as pets, unless its a canary in a cage}...

Must love the beach/beach houses..

Must be able to swim {cuz I can't}

Must love sea food!

Should enjoy travel...

Should be competitive but not jealous...

Job description:

Friend with benefits. Applicants will be required to have lengthy phone conversations every so often, and enjoy sending emails. Must be physically present most of the year. Will be required to go on random adventures, dance in the rain, snuggle up and watch good movies during thunderstorms/winter. Applicants must be financially stable and HIGHLY ambitious. Must not expect any formal commitment, not looking for a boyfriend or a life partner. Must LOVE hanging out with me {but that won't be an issue ;) }. Applicants must not have any female drama, baby mamas, criminal record. Must not smoke! Must be.. chill ...

Thats all :)

Pet Peeve

2009-08-05T19:45:00.008-04:00

Okay, this might sound slightly ridiculous...

But I hate it when I have a particular seat in a small lecture hall..

And some wise guy decides to randomly sit there one day!

Six weeks... I've been in this information sytems class for six weeks...

I chose my seat particulaly because it's close to an outlet, so I can charge my laptop while viewing the slides on there {or reading blogs} because it's more convenient for me, since I wear glasses and would rather not stare at the overhead screen for three hours....

So explain to me why in week seven, home boy {white boy, and no I have no issues with race} decides to move a seat over, into MY seat {yes it has my name on it}... just to sit next to miss 'I need to choke up the whole class with my eau de cigarette smoke' [another pet peeve]...

Yes I know you two have been all buddy-buddy since the exam last week.... however, did it occur to you, sir, that I chose that seat for a reason!?

They went out during the break...

And so, in the middle of the lecture, I have to get up, walk round the table, cross over Miss Cigs too short mac laptop charger {which has such a big power box it covers her outlet and the one I would have used},disconnect one of the school systems, feel for the outlet that I can't see behind the panel and plug in my cable, cross over her cable again, and then get back into my seat...

Making me the focus of the class for almost three minutes....

Like... really?

Thanks guys, thank you both...

On a more cheerful note... the moon is gorgeous tonight...

Wish I had my dads camera so I could capture the gorgeousness :)

*sigh*

And for some reason I feel the urge to bring back the word 'Daddio'..

Perphaps it's because of my fro that will soon be able to compete with foxy cleopatras...

Or the fact that my friend nicknamed me Retro...

*shrugs*

Oh.. and I was thinking back to my primary school days...

And I'm pretty sure I remember a teacher telling the class to "brush before and after each meal"...

Now I think about it almost twelve years later ...

If I brush my teeth after meal one, can someone please tell me why I'm brushing them again before meal two?

Go figure...

Hmm...

2009-08-05T00:01:00.006-04:00

So I figured since you like to talk through songs..

This might get through to you...

Yeh maybe I'm a bit too old for crushes...

Or David Archuleta songs...

But he seemed to know exactly what I was thinking...

Or almost...

Randomness

2009-08-04T11:12:00.005-04:00

So my friend Sam just joined the blog world.. aweshum exciting...

Check out his page.. say hi .. drop luv..

http://basiccomplexity.wordpress.com/

I'm particulary excited about his blog because his mind is just as colourful as the pictures he features...

While waiting outside my Chem professors door for my midterm, I saw this...

Being Nigerian obviously the first thing that caught my attention was "CASH PRIZE"...

However, it might be fun..

Contemplating....

On to other things...

Owen Wilson is filiming a movie at my school..

Everyone seems to have run into him except me...

Maybe I need to start jogging round the campus in the evening... :)

Curious Guests

2009-08-04T10:51:00.014-04:00

She wasn’t sure what kind of reunion she expected. Obviously the prince wouldn’t get off his horse in the middle of the court and overwhelm her with hugs and kisses, there were certain things even a prince could not get away with, and such a public display of affection with a person he wasn’t betrothed to was unthinkable.

So Sa’ada decided that she would wait for him to send for her, which he would do eventually. But till then she would watch from her window, observe the way the peoples love for their prince remained unaltered even though he’d been away for so long. She would watch and wait for a glimpse of his hair, or his hands, and if he rode close enough to her tower maybe even his eyes. Watch to see how changed he was, and how unchanged he was.

The gates opened and the princes’ entourage made their way into the court. They would consist of the trumpeters, then the dancers, the elephant riders, then the prince on his pure bred Arabian flanked by his lords, and finally the guards who would shut the gates to adoring crowd forbidding them from following their prince into his court.

Horses at the back of my old house. Probably not Arabians :)

An Arabian

Taken from http://www.nsh.eu/Images/arabian_copy.jpg

Edited by Me

The procession went as Sa’ada expected. Upon her first glance at Ali her heart skipped a beat. His straight shoulder length hair was darker than ever, and even sitting on his horse she could tell that he was taller. His shoulders were broader, making his demeanor more majestic; he was more handsome than he’d been four year ago which would have been impossible to imagine back then. She couldn’t wait to talk to him, or touch him rather; smiling to herself at the thought of the heart of such royalty belonging to her.

Then she noticed another member of the procession that was rather odd, two actually. A royal caravan followed behind the princes’ lords, made of the finest linens and embellished with gold. Sa’ada knew it probably held a guest of Ali’s, but couldn’t figure out who it was. Following the caravan was what seemed to be another prince, with his own entourage. He was devilishly handsome to say the least, and he had this air about him that would make people fearful yet curious, like the ultimate predator. Sa’ada made a mental note to be careful around him.

But she would put them out of her mind for now and continue trying to get a look into Ali’s eyes. Eyes that she would gaze into for the rest of their lives together, what promise the future held. Sa’ada sighed longingly.

More from éclairé™

2009-08-02T23:19:00.005-04:00

My genius sister is at it again....

Rainy Day

2009-07-29T20:16:00.006-04:00

I can feel drops of rain trickle down my nose..

Or are those tears...

And the clouds are casting shadows all around me...

Or are those my fears...

Loud thunder, heavy as my thoughts...

And hidden puddles as deep as my hurt...

Just another rainy day...

Can't wait to see the sun again.

Fore-story

2009-07-29T11:53:00.005-04:00

Sa’ada wasn’t getting much work done today, if any…

She was too excited, her heart in her throat and her mind a complete mess…

Prince Ali was returning today.

Sa’ada and Ali had grown up together, very unaware of their difference in social status…

He was the son of the King, and she was the daughter of the chief chambermaid of the palace…

And yet against numerous odds, they had fallen in love.

As children they had traded meaningless gifts and secrets…

And in their teenage years they had traded heartfelt gifts and kisses…

And at seventeen, they had exchanged promises to each other, to keep the others heart forever, and care for it like it was their own, as Ali went off to the summer castle to begin his four year schooling on the duties of royalty.

Sa’ada had waited patiently and sometimes anxiously for four years…

In that time she had become more beautiful than in the days of her youth, with her olive tone skin and her back length cascading dark curls making her emerald green eyes, once unusual in her childhood days, the most gorgeous set of eyes to gaze upon now.

As the chief chambermaids daughter she had been educated with the ladies of the court in art, math, writing, and languages. So not only was she beautiful, she was intelligent also.

Her mother however constantly reminded her never to forget her place, and that even though she was to be appointed one of the ladies of the princess of the palace, she still wasn’t worthy of the prince. These were hard words for a mother to utter to her child, as mothers would rather encourage their children to dream. But Sa’ada’s mother did not have the strength to watch her child’s heart break, and so she knew it was necessary to remind her of the true situation at all times, even though Sa’ada was hearing none of it.

Time and time again, she would remind her mother of the promise the prince had made her, and the one she’d made him in return. Certain of the fact that once he came back they would carry on their romance like he’d never left. And even though his letters had dwindled in number over the past four years, and stopped coming after the third, she knew it was because he had other pressing matters to attend to, and not because his love for her had changed in the slightest.

The royal trumpets sounded, the prince was in sight. Sa’ada was a vision to behold, and from the outside her nerves were invisible, but on the inside butterflies in her tummy danced to the tune the trumpet played…

Throwback

2009-07-27T17:39:00.003-04:00

Falling in love is not a beautiful thing. What is so beautiful about standing at the edge of a cliff, trying to decide whether it’s worth it to take a plunge that will most certainly lead to sudden death. Something has to die for another to be born, I’m not sure who made that rule, but it seems to keep things in check. It keeps the rhythm of the universe, and the balance in nature. So what dies when we fall in love? Standing at the edge of a cliff, eyes set on the target, arms embracing the wind, we believe we can fly. Madness. For the reality is, humans don’t fly. We plunge, we dive, we soar for a while; eventually our feet touch the ground. Then the reality sets in, we never flew. For those moments it felt like we did, like we were invincible, untouchable. But just like we inhale, we exhale. Equal opposite reaction.

So what do I do, standing at the edge of that cliff? That’s when the voices set in, so many voices, everyone knows. They all have an answer. “JUMP! Take a risk, do something you’ve never done before”, “What’s worst that could happen?”… Words pushing me forward into uncertainty with such conviction. But how do they know I wonder, what if I fail, what if I hurt? The other voices seem louder now, the ones that say “Turn around, this is foolishness”, “Not all new experiences are good experiences”, “You jumped off a cliff before, not this one, but what’s the difference?” And then I wonder how these voices know this cliff won’t be different.

So I steady my feet to hold the weight of my confusion. I brace myself for the endless possibilities that lie ahead of me. Searching for some confidence in the safety I’m preparing to leave behind me. Some reason in my past that will push me into my uncertain future. And again one word comes to mind, madness. Why leave all that you know, all that you’re sure of, for a risk that might not be worth taking. So I turn around, and take one step back. My chest is tight, my breath is short, fear of giving up slowly sets in. But why? Can I miss something I never knew, or lose something I never had?

While I slept...

2009-07-22T14:40:00.006-04:00

.. I had a dream

About an ogre king that ate little faery queens...

And Ana was being held captive...

She didn't want to sing.. or dance.. she just wanted to leave....

She said "What color do faeries bleed? Crimson, purple, blue, green..

The most beautiful thing you've ever seen...

Till you realized the faery's dead...

Cuz the ogre bit off her head" ...

I got these words while lying in bed...

Nothing's ever as it seems.

Possibilities...

2009-07-19T09:01:00.003-04:00

My first attempt at a panoramic shot...

With practice, I'll get the same shutter exposure for each shot...

My Decadent Affair

2009-07-18T16:55:00.002-04:00

Should I, Shouldn’t I,
Disclose the details of a decadent affair,
The way my stomach is in knots like my hair,
The way I smile to myself when he’s not there,
Destiny put oceans between us,
But we still found each other,
Like we were destined to be together,
Together but separate, my mind is in such a state,
No one must know, but everyone can see,
Such thoughts are forbidden, my feelings must stay hidden,
My heart is not at ease,
Like a puzzle with a missing piece,
You undo me, so easily,
But you have no clue,
You, who?
My little secret,
My decadent affair.

éclairé™

2009-07-16T10:12:00.010-04:00

So my eldest sister has decided to harness the artiste in her.... {We all do different artsy things, its weird, and cool}...

She's finally started her own interior design comany... named

éclairé™... love it!

It makes me hungry, but I love it, lol....

This is her latest creation.. the Allygator™

{http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=27890859 }

Get yourself an Allygator!

And look out for more cool stuff from éclairé™...

Oh dear

2009-07-13T16:06:00.003-04:00

So my younger sister was kind enough to tag me in this....

I have no idea where she found it, but it's been circulating round facebook apparently, cuz my dad showed it to me the very same day and she had no idea he'd seen it....

Ties in very nicely with my last post...

Kinda sucks that I'm an arsenal fan though... lol

Venturesome

2009-07-11T03:36:00.009-04:00

I stared out of the window and watched the scenery whizz by….

Like the car was still, and it was the earth moving past us..

Houses, cars, trees, people… people… city people..

A thought crept into my head and I giggled….

“Daddy, I have a theory, that people who live in the hood are actually from Lagos, and that in the next one hundred years Lagos will be the new Camden,” I paused, “I should call it the evolutionary theory of Lagotianism.”

My dad chuckled. Long drives with my dad are always fun, they create a forum for random conversation.

“You don’t need ten years,” He said, “have you ever been to Ajegunle?”

I smiled, knowing where this was going..

“You children just saw the good side of life, the sweet side of Nigeria. You need to be thankful that you never suffered.” My dad stared at the road ahead but it was obvious his mind was in a memory formed across the Atlantic.

I had had conversations with my dad about Nigeria millions of times, once or twice I’d tried to argue that Nigeria wasn’t that bad, and he had countered my arguments with personal storys that left me wide-eyed and converted to his view, at once. I knew now to just listen, and laugh.

“In fact that Ajegunle, I used to pass through it to get from the mainland to the Island to go to work. After a few time’s I knew it wasn’t worth it. How can one’s heart be in your throat every time you’re driving somewhere?

Ajegunle, Okokomiko… Okokomiko? Where did those names even come from? Who sat down and came up with Okokomiko.. Mile 12?”

I laughed as I stared over the bridge at the water below, we were leaving Philly finally, hitting the highway. I relaxed into my seat.

“There was one day I was driving home, and it rained, heavily!” My dad shook his head. “The rain flooded the streets, and came right into the car up to here!” He motioned his hand slightly above his seat.

“The sky was dark like it was judgment day, then the car engine stalled.”

I was held captive by the story, my mind drawing pictures of a scene I’d never seen.

“Look at cars, wading through the water like boats, making waves.” He laughed, his sense of humor being very mischievous. “Next thing you know, a car was moving, and it just disappeared.”

I raised an eyebrow, then burst out laughing.

“Ah, it’s funny now but it wasn’t funny o. A whole car just sank under the flood! There must have been a hole in the road, everyone was so confused.”

I could see the picture clearly in my mind; murky water, crowded lagosian street, dark sky above, perfect setting for confusion.

“But the worst one was the man that fell into an open manhole! He was just wading through the water, and next thing you know he sinks under! Just disappears…”

I was about to laugh until my dad says “… and he didn’t come back up.”

The mood in the car was altered.

“If they could invent a machine to erase certain memories…” He stared ahead, lost in thought again.

Then he brought out the Tomtom, licks the suction {a habit that irks me J }, and pastes it on the windshield, as he took the wrong exit unpurpose with a crazy excited gleam in his eye. We were going on an adventure.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, my dad loves to drive. Especially on roads he doesn’t know. J

The landscape was gorgeous, the day was beautiful.

My dad makes everyday count.

I plan to do the same.

Hervé Léger vs. Hervé L. Leroux….

2009-07-07T12:48:00.020-04:00

…. funny story, they were once one and the same under the last name Léger.

That was till September 1998, when renowned designer Max Azria purchased the company Hervé Léger from, guess who, Hervé Léger… and bought the rights to the name as well. Hervé then changed his last name to Leroux.

Curious as to the where about of the former hairdresser, hat maker, and free lance accessory designer {who worked for people such as Daniel Swarovski and Charles Jourdan}; I did a little internet stalking of Monsieur Hervé….

Turns out Mr Bandage Dress is still very much around, and still designs dynamic dresses, but with a different kind of class. Still sexy, still Hervé, but with a different direction than Léger.

{Pictures from the Hervé Leroux Coture collection}

{www.hervelleroux.com}

Now Max Azria's Hervé Léger collections still embody the vision of the bandage dress to perfection, but I wonder who's vision I prefer, the orginal Léger, or Max's Léger...

These are a few dresses from the Hervé Léger Spring Collection {because I prefer it to the fw09 line} ...

{Pictures from Style.com}

I think I'm in love with both Léger et Leroux.

On to another Hervé issue. My eyes stumbled upon this gorgeousness as I was going through the S09 collection...

Just as I was thinking {for a humorous second} about breaking my piggy bank and selling my kidney to maybe possibly purchase it.. I took a look at the price and almost laughed out loud in the middle of my marketing lecture.

And the price was.. wait for it.. brace yourself ... $7250!

Now even if I had $10,000 at my disposal, not considering the current recession, would I spend $7250 on a dress?

Would you?

So I took a walk in the illadelph..

2009-07-06T20:39:00.006-04:00

Look see what I found! :)

A Thousand Miles...

2009-07-06T13:08:00.006-04:00

I lost myself when I abandoned my writing,

Became consumed with scene, location, timing,

Critique took the lime light, and truth left the stage,

How could a thousand words create an empty page,

Then I sat and listened to him speak,

For all of three minutes his words were my high,

Impressed by his flow, damn, he didn’t even try,

So I decided I would let the words screw me, use me, better yet abuse me,

I thought I was the star, but the truth is I’m the groupie,

They said to me you can only write what you know,

So I decided to let the words flow,

Unstoppable,

Line after line they flowed out, unstoppable,

Because every word creates a new story, between every line a different allegory,

You think you understood that last line, read again, the new meaning hits you harder than a train,

You though you got it that time still, look again,

I’ve given this paper every reason to be vain,

I’ve given up trying to contain, the flow that threatened to drive me insane,

I stopped trying to be a rapper, now I’m a sentence designer,

Lyrical cartographer,

What’s the purpose of my words you ask, new truth,

To shed flood lights on my stolen youth,

To let the pain unfold like a flower,

Even though I remain unbreakable, a tower,

My aim is to shower your ears with new truth,

Undo the me that I used to see,

Allow myself to be what the words make me,

Allow the truth to take control of me,

Allow my writing to deliver me,

From the darkness that enveloped my mind,

To the darkness that promises to be kind,

To the other type of darkness that promises the light,

The one I can’t fight, the light is in sight,

And as I navigate my way through labyrinth of truth,

In hopes that I find my way to my stolen youth,

I pray that as the day turn into night,

I find the strength to give up, and fight.

It'll Be Okay...

2009-07-02T13:54:00.003-04:00

So I woke up in a mood...

Went to bed late last night, and missed a lecture this morning...

On a job hunt for my fall internship, and for the summer because I'm tired of mooching off daddy dearest {bless him}...

Working on the blog thing, writing a column for a friends magazine, and starting up my own....

And my sister keeps nagging me {out of love}, but still very annoyingly, about doubling my search efforts for that internship and putting my dreams on hold {yeah right}...

I get mad at her, because she traded her pastels and sketchpad, for a 9 to 5 deskjob after college.. which pays well.. but is she reaching her maximum potential?

Stuck in that If you're not a doctor or lawyer, or you do not possess immediate abundant wealth, you are not allowed to dream ... mindset, and trying to limit me to that too...

In the words of Ryan Leslie "You try to put me in a box... IT'S IMPOSSIBLE"

Plus he said he would text when he got home last night, and he didn't. Not that I'm attention starved, but after the accident last week, I worry...

I know he probably got home late, and he's probably still asleep, but still... I worry...

And I need someone to vent to...

And then quite by accident I stumble upon this picture:

And I think I'm not there. Thank God I'm not there....

Sitting on my candy pink sheets, with Apple juice in the fridge, and gorgeous summer weather outside... I'm at peace.

Because I'm certain, I will be okay.

{And then I try to post this blog 5 times and I keep getting an error message *laughs*}

Oh... I got stalked by a butterfly.. :)

Distance Breaks Hearts

2009-06-29T11:57:00.002-04:00

Isn’t it sad how humans can’t fly?

Think about it, we’d be so beautiful with wings. They would be extremely convenient too.

So the time he said “I wish you were here.” I would have said “I’m on my way.”

Then I would run, jump, spread my wings, and fly….

One way, non-stop to where he is…

Intertwine my fingers with his, tell him I’d be there as long as he wanted me to stay….

Kiss him, lightly, then get changed and go see a movie…

If I had wings, he’d never have to see a movie alone…..

Even if it was a movie I couldn’t stand, I wouldn’t mind, I’d just watch him instead….

Count beer bottles till we fell asleep… or maybe not…

Let him play with my hair…

Kisses, kisses, more kisses…

No broken hearts, no sad faces…

Not even when I was flying back home, because he’d know all he had to do was pick up the phone…

“I wish you were here.”

I wish I were there.

The Shame Game

2009-06-28T12:50:00.014-04:00

So my older sisters and I were the weirdest kids when we were younger.

Like most young siblings, we were virtually inseparable. We thought we were spies {the first letter of our names forming the alias C.N.N}, ballerinas, singers, song writers, engineers, dancers, and everything else our imaginations could conjure up.

Years later C.N.N has disbanded. N1 is married, N2 is working, and C is in college… but every once in a while, we come across something that reminds us why some children’s minds should never be left unsupervised.

I miss being a kid.

The Shame Game

Big shame, small shame,

Red shame, blue shame,

Skinny shame, fat shame,

Fat shame, slim shame,

Glad shame, grim shame,

Rich shame, poor shame,

Clean shame, dirty shame,

Sane shame, mad shame,

Good shame, bad shame

Shame with two arms shame with four,

Shame can be little and sometimes more,

Black shame, white shame

Dull shame, bright shame

Shame that's bad and shame that’s sad,

And sometimes makes your neighbors glad,

So all in all it’s plain to see,

That shame just isn’t meant for me,

So leave me shame, and let me be!

My life is not a place for thee!

Opportunity Cost

2009-06-26T04:28:00.007-04:00

Something moved past the house at high speed. I stirred and went back to sleep.

Then another one *whoosh*.

And another.

As they approached their noise grew increasingly loud, and for the millisecond they flew by my window I felt like my house would crumble like it was made from a deck of cards.

The ground shook.

My eyes shot open.

“No,” I whispered silently, “God no!”

I knew what they were, and I knew why they were here. Low altitude fighter jets were only deployed for one reason. My world was over.

“I’ll do anything,” I cried silently from my bed, willing myself to move but unable to, “I’ll give him up, I’ll stop.” I didn’t think twice about the words that I prayed silently, I knew the reason I was still here.

If it was true, what I thought was happening, then shutting my eyes and never opening them again would be better than what I would have to face. I was trapped in my body, in my own bed, forced to realize the heartache that was coming even before it came. My family would be gone, my earth would be rocked, my reasons for living taken away in seconds.

News channels all showed the same thing, but I wasn’t sure how I was watching. It was almost telepathic, however my sudden possession of supernatural powers didn’t surprise me in the least. Every channel carried the same headline: DISASTER. On a massive scale.

God had left the world. He had left us humans to our own devices. He had gotten sick of watching our sin, and turned away from our shame. Lies, lust, loathing of our fellow humans, lack of compassion, loss of morality. He’d taken his children away, and the rest of us that remained, would live in a world without Him, which equaled only one thing. DISASTER.

My heart rate doubled at the thought, I felt it beat a tune that the world would dance to for a long time to come.

Fires, turmoil, confusion, tears. Husbandless wives, motherless children, a half empty world.

I prayed fiercely but silently, “God I can change, I can stop, I can give him up. Don't let this be real," I shuddered before the rest of the sentence escaped my lips, "don't leave me behind."

Silence. The commotion had stopped as suddenly as it started.

All of a sudden the world was at peace again.

I could hear silent rhythmic breathing in the bed next to mine. I sat up and called her name, “Zoe?” She stirred. My sister was still here.

I picked up my cell phone, and clicked the green call button to light up the screen. 3am.

It was over. I’d had a nightmare while fully conscious. A vision?

I silently thanked God for not giving up on me, and that my family was still here.

Then my thoughts flew to him, in an instant I had traded him without hesitation to get my life back. Wasn’t he part of my life? One of my constant sources of happiness for the little time I’d known him. He meant a lot to me.

After regaining total control of my mind and emotion, only one question came to mind.

How could I give him up?

No one will notice

2009-06-24T14:38:00.008-04:00

I’ve watched the men who lead, governed by greed,

Abandon their pledge, to be ‘faithful, loyal and honest’,

They use thirty percent and stuff the rest in their pockets,

Thinking no one will notice.

I’ve seen officials slip envelopes under the carpets,

Waiting for their backs to be scratched, and their palms to be greased,

Asking for their selfish appetites to be appeased,

Before you are pleased,

Thinking no one will notice.

Those men in uniform,

Who serve and protect by daylight,

But by cover of the night they fight to possess the product of your soil,

The fruit of your toil,

Thinking no one will notice.

How I hate that I am married to that soil,

For better or for worse,

Through diplomacy or by force,

Through the color of my skin,

So to escape the skin that I’m in I get on a tin bird and fly away,

I run like a wife from a violent husband,

Knowing she will never be at home in another man’s land,

But who cannot sustain more abuse from the same man’s hand,

As each slap drives the dreams and hopes from her,

As he stands and watches her suffer,

Thinking no one will notice.

But like a veteran plagued with bad dreams,

I still hear the voices of the innocent in my sleep,

I hear them calling from the deep parts of broken hearts,

I hear them wail about how truth and justice fail,

And the wicked prevail,

Crying out from an inescapable jail,

Thinking no one will notice.

Every Artists Dream!

2009-06-17T20:49:00.011-04:00

So I found the crack of artistry... this tool gets me high just watching the tutorials....

Whether you're a painter, fashion designer, or illustrator, you'll agree that the Wacom 12wx is wicked! It makes a pencil/brush and paper look like ish from the flintstones. It's definitely number 2 on my wishlist, after the Nikon D90.

Speaking of camera's, I manned my cousin's D40 for my famz grad party last weekend, got some mad shots. Its only got 6.1 megapixels, as opposed to the D90 which has 12.3, however I finally figured out how I'd look with that third eye ;)

If I had a third eye...

2009-06-03T22:04:00.005-04:00

.... it would be a camera lens. I love Photography.

Now I'm still very amateur, but I believe that anyone can take a good picture, it just requires having a good eye. I've got this crazy art obsession, had it since I was born probably. I sold out however, and joined the business community when I got to college. But every so often I take an arts class, just so I don't lose my passion for all things artistic.

I was going through the picture albums on my laptop, and I found a few shots I took two summers ago. Out of boredom I borrowed my dads camera and took shots of anything I found interesting. Some of the shots came out better than I anticipated. Scratch that. Some of the shots were amazing :) . These are a few of my favs:

I love colorless pictures, for some reason they seem deeper. Plus it's a good device to prevent plagerism, my pictures can't be stolen because I have the original shots in color. I've seen some amazing color shots though. I can't wait to get my new camera!

Procrastination must be a sin!

2009-05-31T13:22:00.001-04:00

So I'm sitting on my bed, trying to do work {facebooking}, when my girl friend decides "Hey lets go out." We had planned to go to the African Student Association's 'Gala Night' - I love the random names Africans give events {but thats a whole 'nother blog} - but I bailed cuz I needed to get work done. I asked her to come over though, so I could do her hair and make-up and get her ready to go!

Now, I'm not sure how from dressing her up we moved to dressing me up. And I'm really not sure how I ended up walking with her to the GB hall for the event, or going to the after party. But I'm glad I went, girl is mad fun to chill with. We met up with a few other friends and had a ball!

Sunday morning. Two business presentations to prepare, creative writing portfolio to edit, fashion writing article to get done, Business stat quiz and regressional stat assignment to do, and I'm way behind on my Bible readings! *sigh*

If I could rewind time, would I have stayed home last night? Probably not!

Lucky?

2009-05-28T21:10:00.001-04:00

So I’m not a believer in luck, I’m more of a destiny person. However, if there is any such thing as luck I guess I got an overdose of it yesterday. First off, Barcelona beat Manchester United! Not that I have anything against the team, I actually think they’re pretty awesome on the pitch; even though I’m an unshakeable Gunner, and yes our trophy cupboard is currently bare, so sue Wenger! But Man.U and their fans were getting a bit cocky; it was about time they were reminded that they aren't invincible. Plus I’m also a Barca fan when Arsenal isn’t playing, I can love two teams right?

But that was just the beginning. The L.A. Lakers when on to beat the Nuggets in the 5^th game of the western conference finals last night. I love the Lakers, and every minute of the game I watched last night reminded me why. Am I the only one who gets a mad rush of adrenaline every time a player touches the rim?

Lastly, I got an A+ on my most recent article for style and the media class! An A+! Now I know this sounds like I’m getting excited over nothing, A+’s should be a regular occurrence. But not in my fashion writing class. For the first five weeks of the course not a single person got a grade higher than a B+. It got so frustrating that we finally had to ask the professor “What do you want from us!?” {But not in those words exactly}. She simply said – in a very Meryl Streep from the Devil Wears Prada manner- “I don’t know exactly. When I see an A, I’ll know.” Now as you can imagine it’s extremely hard to get a good grade in any class when you don’t know what the professor wants. But I must have figured out the secret, because since week six {and we’re currently in week nine of a ten week term} I’ve gotten A’s, but never an A+. My article on the current double standard of beauty and perfection must have impressed her, because she thought to add a plus to my A {puns very intended}.

Needless to say… I am Happy.

However, I still don't believe in luck.

Le Debut!

2009-05-27T00:43:00.001-04:00

So what's the point of having a blog if you're too scared to write anything? I created this blog a couple of weeks ago, intending to fill it with all sorts of whimsically fantastic everythings, and until today I had.. nothing. BUT that is all about to change!

Yes I finally joined the "everyone must have a say" community, where the world wide web has given us the freedom {and templates} to rant and rave about anything under the sun {and the sun itself}. From celebrities to selectively bred poodles, there is a blog for anything you can think of, and even some things you can't.

I hear these blog things usually have themes, but I like do things a little differently, so my theme is "Random". This is totally convenient for me, because for those out there who know me {reffering specifically to the one and only person following my blog at the moment}, I tend to be slighty unpredictable. I shall be exhaling from the point of view of a not so teenage slightly reluctant adult on a variety of 'stuff'; from writing, to fashion, to photography, to faith, friendship, and trying to figure out what growing up really means.

Feel free to follow me on this journey to wherever we end up!

Welcome to my blog ;)

Breathing Space

Self Portrait

Private Little Moments

I'm getting A Little Vain :)

Center City, Philadelphia

Searching for the Perfect Graduation Dress

Stuck on Kanye...

Follow me on Tumblr loves!

I Got Tired...

Windows to the Soul

I love my camera...

Schools out, and I'm bored so...

Nigerian

Nostalgia

Unblogged Art

First Coat...

First Look

Possibilities

Art Stuff

The Glory of Academia

Another Excerpt

Book Excerpt

Book Stuff

Another snow day..

A few things...

Red Riding Hood

No I haven't forgotten...

Work, art, and formspring =)

Get involved people... help Haiti

Happy Birthday to ME!!!

Artist on Acid

I conformed :(

Playing with Photoshop

I <3 Machines!

Tripping!

Amazing Grace...

The Perils of the Working Class..

Before...

Me and Him

Another perk of going to work everyday...

I'm sorry? NASA did what now?

Desperate Resignation

Only Human

My little hideout ..shhh ;)

So I took a walk in the woods :) ...

I'm on a roll!

Competing for Attention...

Being a goofball..

My latest obsession!

Glowing Colors

Memories...

The Cutest Thing

Watercolor... with color!

Simply Amazing

Watercolor... with no color?

You've got a friend in me!

Race

Neighbor Boy

Why won't you argue with me?

Shakara

'It'

What if?

Who am I

Boy..

Quite the story..

*Sigh*..

Blue Jeans...

Meteor Shower

I couldn't help but..

To all of you who just don't get it...

Kitty love.. amongst other things...

Wanted..

Pet Peeve

Hmm...

Randomness

Curious Guests

More from éclairé™

Rainy Day

Fore-story

Throwback

Sigh..