IGBO crush!

Shoes for today---Tradition...back 2 ma roots.these are mega-awesome...now all it needs is some velcro, so you can change fabric based on outfit*smh*!But i like it a lot...she *Ifenkili is finkin outside d huGe box!Go through her stuff and you will come out happY- i predict...ve nt been thru buh im off 2 her page now!

Igbo---my Crush.

You see a crush is someone you really like but you can’t get ba---sometimes. Well that’s how I see Igbo....This is a conversation on yahoo messenger between me and my IGBO cousin.*smh*

ociajan: ishi efere!(head of plate)

Mizzy: yes ishi okpukpo

ociajan: ishi aziza(head of broom)

ociajan: ishi ngaji(head of spoon)

ociajan: ishi ofe(head of soup)

Mizzy: hehehe....im loving dis igbo diss

ociajan: lolll....me im jus practising my ibo o

Mizzy: isi ikpo

ociajan: i dnt knw dt one o

ociajan: whats ikpo?

ociajan: infct wats okpukpo

Mizzy: i don't know either

Mizzy: i tnk ikpo is cup

ociajan: ishi mmiri like u(head of water-water head)

Mizzy: or maybe it doesn't exist

Mizzy: ishi anu(Head of meat/animal)

ociajan: lol....ishi amu!(head of penis*)

Mizzy: ehn....

Mizzy: ishi ihe nwaanyi na-enwe nyo ma mmiri

ociajan: hahahahahah!

ociajan: wt ds dt min!?

ociajan: ibo class u crammed ba

ociajan: do u knw wt amu mins sef?

Mizzy: ehen#

Mizzy: it means penis

ociajan: lol...yes

Mizzy: wat i sed was

ociajan: lol......u deserve it

Mizzy: ishi...wat women use to urinate

ociajan: urra BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

ociajan: lol

Mizzy: =))

ociajan: ishi okukor(chicken head)

Mizzy: i can't stop laffing

Mizzy: ishi ewu(goat head)

ociajan: ishi anuofia(head of a bush animal or idiot)

ociajan: ishi okporoko(head of stock fish)

Mizzy: ishi nchanwu

ociajan: wts dt one nw?

Mizzy: nchanwu is a leaf

ociajan: mumu

ociajan: i ve one hot one 4 u sef

ociajan: wat is it sef o

ociajan: ishi....

ociajan: ishi mmawu!(masquerade head)

Mizzy: ehn?

ociajan: lol...

Mizzy: ishi chonke

ociajan: ahn ahn

ociajan: wts dt one nw?

Mizzy: its sum1z name

Mizzy: surname

ociajan: u r nw lacking ba

Mizzy: yes

ociajan: hahahahahaha

ociajan: ibo mumu

Mizzy: ishi nwandu

ociajan: was dt 1 nw//

Mizzy: ishi chidobem

ociajan: ??

Mizzy: ishi odugwu

Mizzy: im using surnames

ociajan: ppls surnames

ociajan: mschewwwwwwww

ociajan: ishi nnama

Mizzy: nnama is nt ibo

ociajan: it is o

Mizzy: ok

Mizzy: i dnt know dat 1

ociajan: ask abeg! me i dnt knw agn

ociajan: nnama means meat in ibo

Mizzy: ask hu?

ociajan: abi isit anu

Mizzy: meat is anu

ociajan: hahahahah

ociajan: lol

ociajan: ok so nnama is hausa

Mizzy: see how we r embarrassing ourselves

Mizzy: yes it's hausa

ociajan: lol...lol.

I really exhausted all the Igbo nouns I know in this convo!-yep, serious help needed.

That’s why I have been on my Dad’s tail so he speaks Igbo to me but it’s so hard for him, I have to remind him and it still doesn’t get him to speak more than the next sentence in Igbo. Some other alternative!!!?? My mother isn’t Igbo and I just see nothing better than hearing Igbo from the unexpected-me! I find the language sexy---haha! I find every language that isn’t English sexy! But then its my Igbo! L...Im desperate!

Stereotypes..!Sluts anD BitChstarDs.

Shoes for today-Aldo:Eledge
So mi$s Phabuloos told me about checkinG out Aldo...buh i didnt. After this catch, Imma be a regular. She has this on her blog already..sadly it comes in turquiose only...so I did some work to satisfy my imagination.Not baD!

Repeat wrote this earlier!been hoarded somwhere on my system.

Diary of a newbie.
Earlier this year + late last year= 2007/2008 session.
That session was drama at its peak. New peoples, new drama. As usual I was my happy go lucky self...all smiles, had nothing but love for everyone and kept my reservations to myself. Was nice to everyone, well until I discovered it was unhealthy and boy! did it hit me hard. So its life for people to be placed into stereotypes. I mean every guy you see who is as dark as coal with eyes as red as red, dark lips n a full beard to match is definitely a rascal, right? Not exactly! But in the same way every well dressed girl with her hair all done, looking fresh to death is considered pompous! Story of my life. Good thing I get people buried in their surprise when they ‘factually’ get to know me. I have been careful not to judge by looks, it never helps. So in my despair, one cold night I sat beside my dearest sanguine twin and wrote this...to say I was hurting would be an understatement but lessons learnt, mistakes forgotten. It has been thoroughly edited, all the swear words erased to suit public viewing. ..................................................................................................................................................................................
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words; they break my heart. It hurts more to be hurt by words, Gossip kills! Even though we all get to realise that gossip is to be ignored and shouldn’t affect us, it’s inevitable that it hits us hard before we get to that realization the same way a child can’t be gotten without a pregnancy. Life is about this bad things and sometimes it seems there are no good things...but at the end the only thing that pays is being who you are.Yourself.You. Whichever way it can be said! So what if I love who I want to love? So whose business is it if my shoes are eleven inches? It’s definitely not my fault you don't have the jimmy choos I got the day before yesterday, it doesn’t mean I’m extravagant, it just means you know you want them. No one on earth can know you more than you do and I know myself, my road to self discovery is close to its end. I know myself as much as I need to and if it bothers anyone to know who it is behind this facet, then you can as well back off!
If at any point, anyone is mistaken to be perfect especially if it’s yourself, then do a double take because your creation might have been done by another fellow, not God. A million qualities can be laid down as criteria to be used in classifying the GOOD but never will everyone’s list be the same-that being reason #1. And #2. A perfect human being is one that strikes the balance between GOOD and BAD. Perfection would therefore be an obstacle to finding love as love is finding the positive for your negative, the good for your bad, and the acid for your base. If you are neutral then there’s no need for a neutralizer.
Self control is the mother of maturity. Self control is the significant among the least mentioned. Lord, I pray for self control, the strength to direct myself when I know my steering wheel should be going that way. It’s not as easy as it sounds but action speaks louder than words. So many problems, too little time. God bless you, God. God bless me. God bless us whoever we may be. God bless my haters. God bless gossips, we all are at some point. And God bless the tale makers, they make us stronger eventually. ‘Whatever doesn’t kill me, can only make me stronger’- Kanye, bless you too. ..................................................................................................................................................................................~Look beyond the physical...there’s more to people than what meets the eye! Lesson learnt-Familiarity really does brew contempt! ~Really intense I know...but its reality and keeping reality in check helps sanity. I got into UJ and heard about the Barbies before us. We made our statement as Teletubies/headband girls. Don't be afraid to make your mark... whichever way be yourself, the best you can be and society can go sell sugar cane! This article could go on forever...many more stereotyping topics to explore. How many people assumed I was some dumb blonde who most probably couldn’t read or write? For heaven’s sake I bear no similarity to Paris Hilton...whatsoever but even at that I bet she isn’t that bad...still the same factor...Stereotypes! Ps. No actual Jimmy choos were involved in the writing of this article. Abeg! Who dash monkey banana?

Good people.Bad happeningS!

My blabbing continues. No vid at the mo', tried to dance but no..the legs not ready yet...shoes for today.stolen from someone's twitpic...so i dont have its details and all.Still obsessed with pastry but the Glamour continues..so i picked out something feminine! The shoes are soooo me...'cept the like 12inch heels..lol..ok they are not that high but i dont know if i can handle them.Would rock these in shades of purple..any day! Needing to get a purple collection of clothes. have no purple clothes as I''m new to the addiction...not. My rooms purple but then...more purple!
I wrote this today....have a lot i have written previously but this has to do with timing!

Diary of a newbie

Why? There are like a million reasons to ask why but I’m asking: why do bad things always happen to good people? You know really, I remember that stupid English teacher we would pray dead by Monday but it never happened-Last I saw of him Redworm was busy smiling and eying ex students but then that driver that understood that we were students and needed to get stuff into school to quench our hunger, well last I heard of him, R.I.P. Same goes for the man who made the most perfect Wednesday breakfast-buns...died before we could say Jack Robinson. Now I hear the ex President of Jumsa (Jos university medical student association) involved in some gas explosion lying critically burnt in some hospital. Yes! Francis (Jumsa) was there at the hospital to see me, called me a few times after that-okay not a few times...he tried and now this. And not forgetting me- I am a good person and I know it, if you disagree-you can like to go and fry akara! - Well I was involved in some silly bike-car accident, open fracture and all. So why the hell do Bad things happen to Good people. Beats me? Nah! I know why, at least I think so. You know when everybody was busy glooming around about my leg I figured it out.

1. We can never appreciate the good without the bad. We’d simply waddle in good and never realise that we are blessed to enjoy the good because without bad, good is just inexistent. Gane?(hausa-dig?) I’m trying to say without other colours, white wouldn’t even be named because there will be no need.

2. Allow me delve into spirituality- many times these things happen because God lets them...he never creates these situations, he just allows them because at those times we need to know that he is there watching over...dig? I just had an open fracture and all...true that but then what stopped me from losing my leg that day or worse more getting killed- the BIG guy above. Believe it or not, I needed a wakeup call!-Yeh you will most likely believe.

3. These things happen to point out the things and people that really matter. Might sound like the usual but standing beside people at difficult times isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, as a friend maybe but when you are not for real, most likely it won’t work. It’s not about coming over to see how a friends doing but then the difference is clear...pretence doesn’t work much here!

4. My final point! They say to jump over a high wall you have to take a few steps back...you need that determination from failure to take the big leap into success...Yes, the reason why most children born with the golden spoon die in unprocessed wooden caskets...they never have a feel of what failure is. After the storm comes sunlight, after drought comes the heavy rains...whichever way it’s said...life will become way better after the series of unfortunate events that seems like it will never end.

Get well soon Francis Ayomoh, me too. I will be praying for both of us but for you more.