Diary of a newbie! Friends =Disaster!

Shoesiz! So the shoes for today are louboutin. something about these shoes give out an aura filled with sass and power and i'm guessing they should fit this post!And the red sole:louboutin signature!---i liking...feels sooooo incharge...wareva ish my post!

Really this is something I have come to learn the hard way. Letting my friends in on the tidbits of my relationship...people-a big no-no. There came the advices, the opinions, the rumours and then a few took it upon themselves to hate my boo boo on my behalf...thanks though! But really girlfriends are Drama! Like hell! There are the shez.

She that flirts and sleeps with your boyfriend.

She that doesn’t approve of him.

She that brings back stories of his escapades with other girls-I did not beg oh but I listened. Now I’m one biG dumbass and I cant deny!

She that makes his business all in her face...yours too.

She that talks to the other she about you-Yes you know they do but you still stick with them and smile because you are all friends, innit?

She that you know is a confirmed BITCHSTARD...She’d stab you as soon as you are vulnerable. Yes...you know but you just fash!

She that brings them other boys coming-interesting buh sooo not unhealthy.

Really I don't want you to let you all into my drama or do I? Okay I do but then I’m a changed person, won’t see me washing my Victoria secret thong on hostel corridors anymore.

But friends can be ok...there are still the she’s...

She that brings all the fun

She that brings all the gossip-good or bad? beats me

She that takes you to ‘Caf’ to read when its time for exams.

She you are laughing with and mimicking on the dance floor

She that doesn’t take things too personal and seriously-yeh we all call ourselves FRIED FISH.

She that cooks like 20 packs of indomie just so your name will enter...lol

She that’s waiting 30 minutes into that lecture while you are screaming ‘XXx...Wait now. Please, Dan Allah!’...really don't have none like this...I’d be the one waiting...True!

She that says ‘Nah ah! You are not going anywhere in that trouser...ahn ahn!

She that’s always there for you, make sacrifices to be places with you...sadly I don't have any around me!

My conclusion on my life at the mo’....Not all friends are the same. There are friends for every situation.

I have the friend that cares in bad times but she is not the one to get to that party with me or escort me when I need to go somewhere important. Then there’s the friend that will go to parties with me but she’s always on some disappointment ish...never on time! But then I don't have the friend I want...the one I am. I am a good friend to a stupid fault...so I changed a bit. Stopped caring, stopped bothering, we friends and that’s where it ends. Someone told me ‘My dear, people are not always there for you’, funny she said it about how she learnt to tweeze her eyebrows...lol but it reflects in every part of our lives- I learnt to paint the nails on my right hand with my left for the same reason and the fact that they never really care to get those tight corners. It is what it is...it may seem like I have a million friends for those who know me but I really have close to non but I’m def not lonely...I have the little people in my head keeping me company. Yes and the boo, they all bad mouthing. Yeh...I see through you, biting the fingers you can’t get to feed you. Right now my philosophy is....

Never jeopardise your feelings because of irrelevant people.

Some people are not worth the value you attach to them, yeh! diss them immediately you realise!

And my personal favourite-If you bitching, I’m ditching.-words of wisdom people.

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Dance viD!

Shoes 4 tdaY--Dance shoes....These R baby phaT!!i likey the fact that they black n GloSsY!

thought'i was puttinG yáll on a lOng finG...so i gavE it a try. with mY baD leg...n its hurt as ouch.....k.....so here's one with mY cousin---Yeh the tall one! N then D one!--mY tribute 2leGs!

Diary of a newbie V

Shoes for toDay!

They Aldo!--My one stop online shop for fab shoes---yada yada yada!WEll, they just really match the post because really they are practical. maybe I just cant bring myself to settle for sore feet after lectures, Is it just me? Well, i wear flats everyday, was really tempted to get black on here but this just has the fab factor....now d post!

Med & Money
Taken! Med students never ever admit the fact that they are in med for the money. Maybe many aren’t but I bet a good number are. Everyone’s talking about the passion...what better driving force than the Kish! Ego! Kudi! Owo!-that really is the Passion. What’s more inspiring than a house in the Hamptons or the Caribbean? Or the H3...Lamborghinis? Private jets and yachts? Moet as water? Maybe the above options aren’t appealing enough for our more homemade and home loving counterparts- a big mansion in your village? A shot at being Anumanu III of Mbaise? Having the latest V boot in town? I can sense your drool from where I’m seated!
Sincerely many of us just want to be seen as good humans who want nothing but the best for the people but deep down we know better. What better explanation for the stamped fact that med students deal med & money! Making money is always the favourite pastime- we talking a 70% to 30% ratio here and the money makers are definitely not the lower rate. As prospective doctors, life couldn’t seem easier...a decent acknowledgeable pay while serving as an intern, and mostly a job readily available after grad. There would definitely be no better reward for staying in school 6 years + to get a degree and the sacrifice of living the rest of our lives inhaling the scent of iodine and izal-atleast for some. Whatever it be, I don't see money as being the wrong inspiration for a career in med because let’s face it, every career is based on making money. If you think otherwise, why then would our parents refer to education as an investment if it didn’t entail profit? I see no adverse effects if I have money on my mind and you have the sick in your mind and we all wind up being Doctors. We’d both still be treating the sick and getting the pay except I allow a large number of patients die due to my nonchalance considering the fact that I’m more intent on getting money-but that’s not going to happen because I have too much money on my mind to allow myself lose my license and eventually end up a pauper. Moreover, the fact that money serves as my driving force doesn’t mean I have no soft spot for the lives of Homo sapiens like me. So at the end there’s quite no difference except while studying my notes there’s a cloud of money hovering above my head and a cloud of crying kids in Liberia hovering over yours. Pulp and plain!
Ps. God remains the first inspiration...this is just a battle of mates.

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Shoes for toDay!Aldo!

They are cute, as casual as this post and random i ges. They could be my everyday shoes, they just look fun!

!BootaY!

Baby at some point I might have hated you but now I miss you. I remember when they were teasing us together...saying you were just a limelight lover, it didn’t matter and now you are gradually leaving me. I’m a fan of them slim girls but if losing weight means losing you...I don't want to. Was beginning to enjoy having you and now you want to leave!No! So I decided to write this public tribute to you so you know I care and love you. I miss you bumcheeks!

Yes...I miss my A$s! It’s really bothering me, it might not have been anything big but thats the point. It wasn’t huge but it was appreciated and if that which wasn’t big decides to get smaller...we on the road to blackboard flatness oh! Abeg...imma grab anything I can eat...need to revive my junk in the trunk Asap! This could be disastrous oh, I can’t even imagine it so I’m off to grab as much junk to get my weight up, and hopefully DrY bones shall rise aGain!

Just went through this article and....Really why would anyone want to be buried amidst the devils worshippers and all-Forest lawn cemetery...hmmm-will look up more on it sha. Icky and real creepy if you ask me but then some great people lie there-1 point. I almost freaked out when I read the part that talked about Michael having a painting of the last supper with himself in Jesus Christ’s place like what!!!! But I chilled when I realised that the apostles were Einstein, Presley, Lincoln and the likes but really-What does that even represent? I will not judge oh-hope I’m not already but I’m beginning to ask how most of us would have reacted to M.J’s if he was not the King of Pop, if he wasn’t up there because mehn I’m already reacting, it doesn’t matter that he is a legend-no denial.

¬¬Right now: !!!!Jeez!!!!!! Is that a strand of hair I feel on my chin!!!!??!!!!!!! .....No No NO! Oh it’s a pimple...never been so glad to find one! Maybe I’m just losing it...