Trip down memory lane

Every once in a while, I go through old chats, inbox messages, wall-to-walls and whatever else I can get my hands on. This time took me way way waaaaayyyyy back. And I was totally freaked out.

I started off with my Facebook messages. Most of the ones that I looked at were from ex boyfriends. I mean, as flirty and friendly as I am naturally, I am usually devoted in my relationships. I look back today and I still think that they were all special in their own way. Yet, we aren't together today. What really is the point?

Some of the messages were us saying 'I love you' others were us acknowledging that it was over but we still cared. Another was him accusing me of cheating and me defending myself telling him that what we had was special and I would not want the memories messed up.

It felt like I was looking at someone else's life. I felt something, like I missed it somehow. I don't know but it was a confusing feeling and I don't know if I liked it.

I also looked at blog posts from before. They are few but they gave me an idea of how I felt at the time. And that was really my reason for starting this blog; to give me a place to remember and re-feel everything. To give me some kind of closure. I think I diverted from that for a while.

It felt good to go back and take a look though.

Going back to my question of what the point is. I asked that because I'm in a relationship now and it scares me almost to death to think about it ending like the others did. I don't want to get to a point where I'm reading old messages from him and thinking 'what went wrong?' Even though I cant see it now, I know I was probably scared about those ones ending as well. So what will be the difference?

I'll stop here today and hope that I get a revelation soon.

Honey

xx

Yes, I will

Recently, I've been seeing a lot of off-the-hook marriage proposals. I mean, the latest one I saw was one where the guy made a movie and played it in the local cinema. I even heard about a proposal during a basketball game. Don't get me wrong, I thought it was cute and I said a long awwwwwww to it, but whenever I think about my ideal marriage proposal...nothing that colorful comes up. Here's what mine looks like.

We are at dinner in a really fancy place that we never eat at, talking and laughing like we always do and then while we're waiting for desert or something, he places the open ring box in front of me and asks me to marry him.

No kneeling, just a heart felt two lined speech. It might be nice for him to ask the band to play our song just when he's asking.

Nice and simple.

I don't know if I want this because I don't have a creative bone in my body, or because I simply want a quiet proposal that I can actually consider carefully without the pressure of so many eyes on me.

To be honest, every time I see a huge proposal, I always wonder if deep down she wanted to say no. If everyone is looking at her with so much expectation, it would take a very gutsy woman to say no or even 'can we talk about this later?' And the thought makes me cringe.

Then again I think about it and I figure he wouldn't go through all that trouble unless he's sure right?

Obviously, I don't want whoever my boyfriend at the time is to search this post out and read it just so he knows what I want. I'd like his creative side to kick in, just not in a huge way. I guess if he's gonna ask me to marry him, he'd probably knows my opinion on things like this. I hope.

Just my 2 kobo

Honey

xx

Migraine skank

I'm bored today and I have a headache, hence the title...

So I spent last night studying for a calc test. The calc test went ok, I think. I mean these days I can't be too sure about what planet my profs develop their quizzes from.

For example, 2 days ago I wrote a probability and statistics test. I knew for sure I couldn't get more than 21/24 just 'cause I had no idea what to do about a 3 mark question (I seriously spent 10 minutes on the question before it dawned on me to skip it). Anyways, I ended up not doing as well as I thought because of silly mistakes and a total OP on the last question. By OP, I mean I went completely off point in my solution and I got a huge 'odo' for it.

Anyways, I got 16.5/24 and I wanted to stab someone...not literally oh. Luckily, he said it was 'his bad' and decided to grade the quiz out of 22. Which gets me at a 75%...not bad.

Moral of the story- In future terms, I should seriously consider avoiding last minute study.

I think my main reason for posting today is that I need 1 of those motivating speeches. Sooooo, I'm giving myself one by writing...or not. Exams are in two weeks, and if I'm going to meet my dream, well not so much dream, average for the term, I need to get off my butt and do some work. Truth be told I'm not even sure what my issue is- procrastinating, being lazy you name it. Oh God *looking up to the ceiling*.

So, here's to almost entirely non-stop studying until April 22nd beginning April 5th...or 6th. There's a Kardinal official concert on the night of the 4th, I may not be awake in time to use the 5th properly :). Gosh, I love 19+ events

#okbye

ps- I saw this on a shirt yesterday afternoon

'There's three types of people in the world. Those who can count and those who can't.'

Cheers,

Honey

image by lyssabarth.wordpress.com

My Origami rose

Dear diary..

Its been sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. But I wont waste half this post explaining why I've been MIA, there really is no point.

To be perfectly honest, I have no excuses that's why I wont even bother. I have missed you though :)

My origami rose was a project that I worked on for at least a whole month and I was drawn back to my 'diary' after I was successful. So here I am.

Anyways, when I first started my co-op job in September, I came across a lotta hand made flowers and I got really interested in them. Being me, I forgot totally about them until half way through the term, and then I got totally obsessed.

I learnt via a youtube video that I musta paused and replayed over twenty times until I got it. When I did, I made so many and displayed them in my little cubicle...I even made one for my colleague and I got kinda popular because of it.

My point isn't directly aimed at the origami roses that I made as much as it is the effort that I put to learning how to make them.

After I learnt, I kinda figured that if could do that, considering how bad I am with my hands (believe me I'm terrible), I can do whatever it is that I set my heart to.

So you see, me learning how to make an origami rose didn't just make me popular at work, it motivated me. And to be honest, I think I'm ready to take on the new year.

Of course even though I still have to go over a couple of resolutions and what I achieved and what I didn't achieve, I have my main motto...and that's what's important...well most important.

You can do whatever it is that you set your heart to.

Ps- #Justsaying Just because you always break your resolutions before January is over doesn't mean you shouldn't still make them. Just add keeping your resolutions for at least 2 months to one of your resolutions.

Pps- I'm gonna stop by my fav blogs tonight unfailingly...I missed them so much!!

ppps-- sorry..lol..this really isnt my rose, I couldn't take picture of mine so I figured I'd just show you what mine looked like.

Anyways, my boyfriend's texting... gotta go :)

MIA honey

xx

btw...

So this semester has been the most hectic of all!!
oh pshhh I've only had 2 semesters, but I've still got to complain!

Starting this term thinking it was going to be a breeze was a really bad idea, now, I think I know what it means to really be in Uni and I honestly hope that I'll come out great by the end.

I haven't got much on my mind except school but can anyone really blame me for that?

One nigga decided to call me while I was studying. Unfortunately, I didnt answer with my usual cheery voice, and he complained about it. Its not like I didnt want to talk to him, its just that he wasnt among the top 10 ... or even 20 people I wouldnt mind speaking to when I'm trying to study!

The convo dulled me sha, but that wasnt his fault... I really didnt have his time.
(I started out the last paragraph wanting to bitch about the guy, but then I changed my mind cus it really wasnt his fault that he called at a bad time)

That being said, I absolutely cannot wait til this semester is over!

BTW Happy birthday to my housemate!!

I think someone wrote 'HB' on her fb wall for her birthday...imagine!
I found her response to that very hilarious, (I was soo tempted to write it on her wall just to be mischievous...but then I thought it over...)

BBl
busy honey
xx

Pheew...

Don't ask me why I used that title because I honestly don't know. All I know is that's how I felt when I opened my dashboard.

So the boyfriend left town last night, for a month.
Me - I was devastated.
He's one of the few friends I have after living here for over 8 months (I know what you're thinking...Dont say it!). Let me also add that he's my best friend too.

As much as I'm gonna miss him terribly, I think its a good thing..well sort of.
We've become inseparable.
Since most of my friends are either too far away to notice that I don't bug them as much as I used to...or are too busy to notice, I've gotten away with it.
The only one suffering is me.
And I enjoy it too much to care.

I'm sure we'll work that out.
I miss him already though.

Btw I'm in a really good mood and I have a really good feeling about something.
So help me God
#okbye
ps- back on twitter...in and out still...but back anyway

Honey
xx

Twitterific...or no

I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.

That's my quote of the day or week... or whatever. I got that from a 'Joke of the day' email.
Blogging twice in a week...for which life?

Anyways, I decided that I'm gonna give up twitter...not close my account, just not sign in except I get a DM that I have to reply and can only do so on twitter.

I came to this decision because I realized that I've become more judgmental than I've ever been and seriously, its not even worth it. So I'm quitting twitter...at least for awhile (which reminds me, I need to call a friend...smh Twitter has replaced my phone calls)
Another inspiration was my devotional this afternoon.

I got this chapter/verse; Ephesians 4:31,32 (That's right, go and get your bibles,if you're not christian, check online bibles...I would check a Qu'ran if you told me to :))

Tell me how I'm thinking in class about who I've become and then I get a scripture telling me pretty much the same thing?

#movingon

Some chics get liver oh...
My calc prof came into class a few minutes early as usual and started scribbling stuff on the board. Of course everyone was still chatting until he started tapping..and then the class became silent. All except this girl who stood in the front row, talking animatedly with her friend. The prof walks over and taps her, but this girl looks at her wrist watch, pauses for a few seconds and says
'Now you can start, it wasn't time yet'
You know the feeling when trouble is about to burst and you're just waiting for it...well that's what the rest of the class was feeling because the class went as silent as...I don't know what.
The prof obviously didn't have her time, all he said was
'Are you judge me?'
which I found funny sha... I get this feeling that Nigerians are the only ones that flinch at 'tabons'..

Oh well, that's what's been happening to me today

Honey
xx

The things you keep inside...

I have a glass of water.

I put a pinch of salt in.

That seems too small...

It wont make a noticeable difference.

So I pour half a jar in.

Now, I can taste the salt...

But I still cant see it

So I empty the jar in the glass.

Now, I can see the salt.

Some are dissolved

But the rest settles at the bottom

That

is saturation...

The salt cant be dissolved anymore and thats when you let it all out.


saturated Honey
xx

Help!

I feel like I'm slacking.

It started out all well and good but next thing I know, one thing went wrong.
Then another...and another.
Two weeks into it and I feel like I'm gonna crash soon.
And I'm scared.

I know the right things to do. I know what I need to stop doing.
I even know how I to do what I should.
But I cant.

Not because I am unable to, but because I've got no drive to do it.
Seriously, I know why I should do the right thing, I've met a lot of scape goats.
But the urge still doesnt come.

Why would anyone see smoke and run towards it?
Why would anyone hear of thieves and leave their doors open?
Why would anyone close their eyes to cross a road?

Cant relate?
Why would I see what's happening and still push blindly ahead?


I need a change, and I need one fast.
'Til then, so help me God

defeated honey
xx

Dont wanna be right

I hate being right.

OK not really, but sometimes I just can't afford to be right, I don't want to be! And those are the times I tend to be right... to the letter.

So now that I'm right, what should I do about it?
That's the question.
Since I thought of this before it happened, I should have a plan right?...wrong!
I don't. And since I don't have a plan, I wing it, and I mess up a little.

It doesn't seem to matter. They don't seem to notice, or maybe they just don't care.
That's fine, this too will pass, wont it?
But with every time I'm right, its like a stake to this,this...whatever the hell this is. And every thrust murders it slowly.
Then again, what do they care? They don't even notice.

Ever prayed a silent one...
Begging with everything inside you...
To be wrong?


Right Honey
xx

To listen or not to...

So Ive been down with a flu for the past few days. It's been so terrible I started asking 'why me?'.
Not that if this was some sort of punishment I wont deserve it...

Anyways, since I hate going to hospitals and I didnt even have the strength to anyway, I googled 'what to do when I have a flu'. One of the first things I saw was to drink a lot of Orange products and rest as much as possible.
The thing is I also read to take a warm shower, dress warm and sleep warm..i.e wrap myself in a duvet.
And that was quite confusing for me because whenever I had these symptoms when growing up, my parents gave me a cold shower and instructed me not to cover myself!

Now, I've known my parents all my life but this dude that wrote this post claims to be a medical professional but I've never met him. So whose advice do I take?
I mean, anyone can say they know what they're saying and post something on the internet, matter of fact, my father could have done that too.

While I was thinking about this, as usual, my mind travelled a little far and I realised that this could apply to our lives as well.

A lot of people tend to take into more consideration what people they dont know say, and pay less attention to what people close to them say.
And I'm wandering if this is something psychological because honestly, I do it too.

I think maybe its because you know they'll always be there to repeat their advice...or maybe its just our human nature to be defiant, even when it unnecessary.
I have this friend that just wont listen to me, I tell him something he ingores me, someone he doesnt talk to, tells him the same thing and he does it immediately...he acts like that so much that I'm past feeling hurt about it.

Anyways, whatever the explanation for that behaviour is (because I'm sure there's one), I hope I come to understand it soon.
I wont tell you whose advice I took, but I will tell you that I feel a lot better, thank you very much.

That aside, I recently watched 'The princess and the Frog' and I thought it was really good. I find that for a lot of animations, you need to sorta psyche yourself and assume the childish mentality to fully enjoy it. I didnt have to do that for this film, so I think you guys would really enjoy it. Plus Neyo's song at the end was lovely :)

Almostwell Honey
xx

Locked up

Wow, my birthday passed last month and I didnt even blog about it. Probably because I wasn't so excited about it, but whatever... Just so y'all know I'm finally legal in Canada.
Not that it changes anything anyway, I mean, I do the same things I used to do the same way I did them...I just hope that doesnt signify anything terribly bad :S

I deleted this post almost 5 times and each time, I wrote it out in a different method...well this is the approach I stuck to. Its just the way it is...sanitized but undiluted.

How do you decide whether you need something or you just want it?
How can you tell whether its worth the risk or its a big mistake?
How can you choose between the one you can talk to or the one you can love?
How do you see if you are alone on that page or if they complete the sentence?

What do you do when something keeps overflowing, no matter how tightly you put the lid on?
What do you do when it becomes so difficult to keep it buried when its bubbling around the surface?
What do you do when you cant lie to yourself anymore but telling the truth is way out of line?
What do you say when everyone else sees it but looking at it too will hurt so bad?

There really isn't any choice to be made or decision to be taken.
Keep it locked up, it cant afford to come out.
Keep it hidden, no one should see it.
Keep it buried, it needs to die
Then maybe soon it'll seize to exist, out of sight and out of mind...or isn't that what the philosophers claim?

downcast Honey
xx

Oh and by the way, if you haven't watched 'Shutter Island' I suggest you see it very soon. If you're not into confusing movies you may not like it though...but I thought it was a really good movie.

Good bye winter...

Disclaimer: I reread this post and realised that many probably wont understand what I'm on about. It's all just different strands of thought in my head...

I was walking home this morning when I noticed how the colours seemed to be coming back...
It was still as chilly as ever,
but I could see some green and brown in the grass, it wasnt all white anymore...
Winter seems to be packing its bag,
February is almost over,
Spring break draws closer

In my heart and in my mind, its a lot different...
winter isnt going, in fact its still very much around,
the dull, gloomy feeling,
the grey atmosphere,
the ice in the air...(yes, ice in the air)

I feel so lost, my sense of good or bad becomes misty
I have no direction anymore and its not just affecting me, its messing me up.
Nothing feels logical anymore and I search for something that might eist only in my mind..
Or maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place or maybe I'm searching the wrong way...

When will I stop being so confused?
when will things follow the proper order that they should?
and if never, when will I adapt to it?

I'm tired of this winter, no not the season..ok maybe a little
but I'm sick of the one that exists in my mind..
the one that froze friendship,
and hid the light of love,
The one that dulled right and wrong,
and covered guilt up with grey...

I'm ready for rejuvenation, I'm ready for spring

tired Honey
xx

Black or White....

Lately, I've been faced with people going all indirect on me and truth be told it gets a little frustrating!

So I was just thinking about how people go round and round in circles when they try to talk, rather than coming out straight with it...

Like how guys just don't go directly to te a girl that he likes her, instead he chykes her and when he's almost sure that he's in good standing he lets her know whats up...

Or how some girls (including me) just dont say what's on their mind, instead they try to drop subtle, obvious, and pinch-your-arm duh hints.


I was also thinking of how we try to twist things around to suit us and what we want...

Like how something is obviously wrong, but we make excuses for it just so it seems almost right

Or how when giving an account of something that happened to us, we make ourselves look like the hero.


Since I love to complain and I'm actually working on curbing that bad attitude, I decided to look at it from another angle.

So I thought of how life would be without these indirectives.

No sarcasm - makes the convo a little less interesting.

Direct talk- getting a chic will be hard oh, and #maygetyouslapped

No hints- At least you wont vex that your boyfriend doesnt understand you...

wrong/right- well at least we know whats what, but it sucks the fun outta life doesnt it?

Gist- You dont get to be a hero, in fact you just might be the bad guy!


In other words, we can do without them, but life wont just be life anymore..

Cus life isnt straight, it bends in a few places and curves around others...
Life isnt a 1950's movie it has a bit of green, some yellow and a little red...
And life isnt a hollywood movie, the bad guy doesnt always get caught

So to people like me who would love a black or white life, sorry, but life is colourful, 3 words:

Deal with it.

Honey
xx

Haunting Pasts...

First up, I wanna say thank you to Fierce for the 2010 award above and O have decided to pass this award to the following bloggers
La pimpette-for blogging about real life issues that we seem to ignore
Azazel-for having the ability to piss the hell outta me and make me think at the same time
Myne-for the most interactive blog i know
David-because i miss him and his stories
and Iphyibogirl-she always makes me laugh ...

Now to me,
I think my past might be catching up with me and I am scared as hell about it.
There comes a moment in everyone's life where they start saying things they don't mean. I guess thats a fancy way of saying lying but I mean a more selfless kind of lie. A lie that you tell to make people around you feel better about themselves. Or at least thats what you think...
I mean, you lie because you want someonelse to feel good but turn that around a little and you're lying because you dont want them to think bad of you...
I've done that more times than I can count and it doesnt seem to ever end well. Simply because I cant continue lying for too long and then I end up running into exactly what I was trying to avoid, the person thinking bad about me.
Even the ones you say that are half true, the people believe them while you comfort yourself that you didnt lie, when in truth you did...or at least made someone believe a lie....it always comes back to hunt you...
Now I think I may have lied so much about my feelings that I dont even know the truth anymore...I'm not sure about it, and thats very scary because I feel like every lie I've told and everything I've done maybe blowing up in my face preety soon...

I made up my mind that I was going to strengthen my relationship with God this year.
Earlier today, I got a message and I was already forming the instant reply when I realised that I wasn't sure that everything in my reply was going to be true...
I mean, this reply I was forming had been sent to other people at different times with different wordings but the same content.
Now, I'm confused because I don't know if I'm lying to all of them, or if I'm telling the truth....I thing I've lost the ability to tell the difference and that scares me a lot!
.......Lord help!

Confused Honey
xx

Catching up....

So I've been thinking about how guys turn girls heads when they send them songs.

For example, one bright and beautiful morning, I was chatting with one of my man-friends and he was giving me some of the usual 'I miss you' BS. And then he decided to send me 'Don't let me go' by the Fray. I'll come back to that story later...

Fierce wrote a lovely poem, unfortunately I couldn't comment on it for some wierd reason. I actually got my name on a poem...yay me! ok so it wasnt really my name but still-thank you so much Fierce, it was a fantastic christmas present.

O yeah- I know how to do the link thing now!

So back to my talk. Anyways, since then I got addicted to song and I found myself humming at odd times. I also found myself listening attentively to the song and imagining that he actually meant every word. Wandering if it was actually possible that he did, and almost convincing myself that he loved me and we were meant to be.
Note: I used the word love, yes love...

That's just one song that I got addicted to simply because a boy I liked sent it to me.

My roomate told me about how her fav song became her worst because her old roomate got the song from her boyfriend and wouldnt stop playing it!
....does 'breathless' by Shayne Ward ring any bells? It was the ultimate love song back in the day.

I'll bet the chic had her head in clouds daydreaming of her boyfriend singing the song to her, probably holding her close and whispering the lyrics and blah blah blah...
smh...maybe he meant it, maybe he didnt...

So my question is when guys send songs to chics, what is the motive?
I mean, what are they getting at? I don't want to get a song and then be thinking that I should give the guy a chance, when he's actually just dusting...you feel me?

Meanwhile, I have a new crush!! Not me crushing, this little boy I'm staying with for the christmas is totally crushing on me and I think its soooo adorable! It certainly is refreshing from the male issues I had before the hols started.
It was sealed when I built his race car set for him and played with him...hehe, you would think a 4 year old boy doesn't know a thing about snuggling up to a girl.....
Very different from the truants I stayed with last holiday and not just because this one has a crush on me....ok maybe a little...

Anyways, I've been having a fabulous holiday so far, I hope everyoneelse has too...
Somethingelse was on my mind but I cant remember...o well...watever....

Take care guys, Merry Christmas again!
xx

....I'm done.

Yeah, so I did't get heart broken today, I just got heart stumped.
Its all my fault anyway, I sould have listened to the sayings of a certain wise old man. Funny who you think of when you have issues. I guess old habits die hard...
I mean that in more ways than one.

Moving on after a break up isn't the hard part. It's getting over the ex that is the difficult part.

After you've gotten all nice and rosy with your new guy, the old one pops back up and so do old feelings. And if you're going to go with that follow your heart BS, you'll get back with the old guy.
A wise old man told me to be careful, I didn't listen but now I understand.

Sometimes, the only old feelings that pop up are yours, sometimes the other party's feelings are just for old times sake. And then you realise, you broke someone's heart and designed the boots that stumped on yours.

Half trust sucks.
Definition: the feeling that you truly trust something but believe the first bad thing you hear about it.
Now, if you give him benefit of doubt you maybe delusional...but if you end it, that maybe you being too cynical.

I'm tired of not trusting people or half trusting them
I'm tired of trying to second guess poeple just because I don't wanna be hurt
I'm tired because none of it is worth it. Life shouldn't be this complicated.
I'm giving it all up, I'm starting over with everything.
I'm gonna live life in the most simple way that I know how...
No complications, just living a free life..
Its over, and I'm done...

Phew, I feel better all ready...

xx
Honey

yay me!!!!

First off....
I forgive Chris Brown....I'm in love with him all over again...
I guess I should remember he's human and he probably did the 'horrible deed' out of frustration....or whatever.
But that's not why I forgive him, he did a ustream today and even though I missed it narrowly, I'm glad that he made a little comeback like that. I'm actually proud of him!

Second, I got Myne Whitman's E-book!!!!
Double yay me!!!
This is the point where I would have put a link to her blog, but I dont know how to do that. Therefore, it is my mission this holiday to find out how to....except ofcourse someone wants to teach me...which I would appreciate....very much.
My other mission is to read Myne Whitman's book....yay me....again!!
yes that's right...I won the book...from being the first comment(o/e)r on Spesh's blog
I feel like doing that evil laughter right now...but that's not nice....
o well...I'll do it anyway..muahahahaha :>

Far be it from me to write a post that's only a paragraph long....deal with it...(evil laughter)...wonder why I'm feeling so evil today...smh
Anyways, I wrote my thrid exam today, I can only say thank God...
I have another exam that I should be studying for...but its one of those subjects that I don't just breeze through and understand....
I mean, the other day I studied the subject for only one hour and I had a major headache<---not funny!
Well, Lord help me on this one...you helped me in the ones before...(clasped fingers, on my knees...well in my mind though) Amen!

So I'll go and try to study now but before I go...let me remind y'all that its Merry Christmas with a capital C, not happy holidays or happy xmas...its small but it makes a huge difference...I will most definitely be back before Christmas day..

Honey
xx

tick tock til the end of the semester....

First off...I'm so pissed at Christopher Maurice Brown right now!
How can he delete his account? Doesn't the nigga have any sense?!
Being on twitter was doing his ass some good...but nooooo he went and deleted his account like a pussy that I know he isn't! I'd like a very good explanation for his making a dumb ass move like that!
That aside,
I've got two exams until the end of my first semester in UW. Sadly. the only friend I made in my year isn't gonna be in my class anymore. Matter of fact, we're gonna been in school at separate times for the next 5 years so there's a good chance we won't be running into each other..<-----sucks big time!
I know, I know...we can always meet up and talk..blah blah blah...but it just isnt the same....we won't have any class tests to talk about....or assignments ...or....
yep...it does suck!

My first semester in UW:
I remember frosh week. I think that was the first time I saw so many different people from many different cultures and countries...who looked so different but had the same feelings as me...excitement!
I remember the first day of frosh week, I was supposed to get a frosh band from the Student life centre. The line was so effing long. So this asian chic started a convo with me. I cant remember her name, but I remember wishing I had her liver ( seriously, I cant just start talking to someone I have never seen before).
We were divided into different groups. I was in red team...SPARTA!
I remember feeling very ridiculous while screaming cheers for the team during some of our activities.
One of our cheers went
'Who are we?'
'we are sparta!'
'and what is our proffession?'
' we scrub boards....boards boards boards!!'

Insane right?...tell me about it! It was pointless but it was good times....before the real work began.
I'm ashamed to say I never actually spoke to anyone from my group, except this one girl, who actually spoke to me first.
She's the only person that I remember, apart from her,this really cute half black guy. And I didn't talk to him...or even find out his name for that matter.
For some reason, he's the only one from frosh week that I still see....maybe fate....or not.

Fast forward to when classes started. Nothing special went on but I did have the greatest set of professors. I can only thank God for that.
For the first week of classes, I observed my class from my regular back corner. Ok not for the first week...actually most of the term.

Anyways, due to boredom from not having any friends to sidetalk to during classes, I took to assigning some of my classmates different characters and it was a little bit of fun!

There was a chuck bass....I think I wrote about him before...
There was also a serena....my classmate actually does look like her except without the blonde hair, my classmate version is a brunnette..
There's one that reminds me sooo much of my ex...my classmate is kinda cuter...but thats between me and you ...
There's a clark kent....omg he is soooo cute!...he even has the glasses...dayum!
Then there was an abercrombie model!..he was a hottie! Me thinks he is the sexiest engineering student I've seen. The way he wears his jeans, his jacket...he just has this swag......sigh....
whoelse?.....
RIGHT!
I try not to call people a nerd...simply because I know that its not a very nice adjective to use in defining anyone....besides I've been called that in the past...it doesnt bug me, but I can see it hurting someoneelse.
Thats not the point....there is this guy in my class that I just had to assign major geek to.
You know the cloak that superman wears...the red one innit?
Yup! This nigga wears a black one to class everyday!
Honestly, I don't get it. It now has this very funky symbol on the centre....
my opinion: geeky!
Theres the bad guy too...I've never seen a non-black guys checking my bootie out...but this one...I actually saw him...no jokes!... He's kinda cute sha....
Theres also a guy that reminds me of my dad. Sometimes I actually shiver from looking at him!

There's a lot more but I cant think of all of them now....
Thats what my first semester in uni has been about....not really memorable, but theres time for the unforgettable moments to take place...for now I'd rather just go slow...
I should also add that I've formed very new habits and lost some of them too...hannah montana, greek, charmed, gossip girl, vampire diaries (may I add that I think Damon is soooo cute...pity he's the bad one...but whatever)......

I look forward to my next semester... which is not gonna be until April.....
One of my friends told me to make it a priority to make 2 new friends next semester. And I'm gonna take his advice...if not I may end up labeling my classmates again!

PS- going to Calgary for Christmas....pray with me that it wont suck..:(
PPS- 2 exams down...2 to go!

xx
Honey

I despise...I hate....I absolutely cant stand!

First off, lemme say that my adidction with 'Hannah Montana' has been cured....by 'Greek'. Its another series that focuses on 3 people in a crazy college world where sororities and frats govern their lives-their relationships, their academics..and basically everything that matters to them.

So this nigga kept me awake last night and I kept reminding him that I had early morning classes, he's one of those niggas that will vex if you sleep off on the phone (not like I won't vex o...but he'll overdo the vexing) anyways, I made him promise to wake me up. Well, he buzzed me 4 hours later than I told him to and apologised...I'm not mad but I'm certainly not impressed, hence the post.

First, I hate it when I walk into a restaurant and order my food and then I realise that I cant pay with my debit card....and I dont have cash! That freaks me out....I don't like getting embarassed over money issues, I hate having to say 'I'll pay you back'..I think its an igbo thing..or maybe its just a Gidi thing...

btw thats what they call Naija these days o...I think its kinda fresh sha...so I'm using it...

I hate it when I hang out with a guy for the day and he tries to break rules like use an expired transfer on the bus or skip a line or something!...I know its random but I don't like it!...I just feel the nigga should try to step up now, I mean, he's tryna chyke me and he's doing stuff like that..smh....it turns me off!

I hate it when I go out with a guy for dinner or lunch and he starts complaining about the restaurant or tryna prove levels for the waiter...give me a break!...You wanna impress me?...try something else...complaining sucks big!

I hate it when a dude flatters me unnecessarily, I know you don't mean it, you know you don't mean it...so who the heck are you deceiving here? Please spare me the BS...I can do without it.

I hate it when people try to prove that they are something and a simple, obvious test proves them wrong! I mean, come on....it was so simple even if you passed it, I would've disregarded that.

I hate it when I'm staring at you online and you're probably doing the same thing,then I buzz you and you tell me I forgot about you. Seriously?....who buzzed who?

I hate it when I didn't buzz you for 2 weeks and you don't buzz me either...and you give me the I-forgot-about-you BS. kmt...well, it took you 2 weeks to remember me didnt it? so why are you complaining?

I hate it when you compose a paragraph of BS to apologise to me and you get angry when I don't forgive you. I haven't forgiven you because its so obvious that you don't mean it!

I hate it when you make simple promises and I have to remind you to keep them...you didn't have to say anything, I would've been fine all the same.

I hate it when I put so much into being with you, and all I get is disappointment. You beg me to stay but I cant take it much longer...

I hate it when I make you the most important thing to me and you leave me hanging for someone that couldn't possibly care less about you... wake up and see what's in front of you

I hate it when the only time you come to me is when you've got a problem and you need advice, what the hell do you think I am... a freaking shrink?!

I hate it when we go out and we act like we dont know each other, what the heck are we hiding...and from who???

I hate it when we get to the point where our chat is the regular hi-whatsup-ok-bye thing....if you dont wanna talk to me, dont buzz...if I buzzed you then dont reply! I can take a hint

I hate it when I walk past a building and all I can think of is the last time we were there together, what we did, the things we said.....

I hate it that everything I write on this blog is always somehow related to you...

Times up hun, you need to leave my mind now!

xx