<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:38:11.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something something naija babe</title><subtitle type='html'>Fun.Flirty.Friendly. You can't help but love me....Hey a girl is allowed to dream right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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last&lt;br /&gt;No more regrets, fears, ..scared of rejection..whats that?&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't feel the same way I'd know I tried&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't afraid to face my fears&lt;br /&gt;Tell my friends I love them...&lt;br /&gt;Hug my folks everyday...love them, appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;Eat all the things I want&lt;br /&gt;Take care of my self&lt;br /&gt;Hang with old friends...they r precious&lt;br /&gt;They knew me when I used to rock black and red bandanas, trainers, bounce..and thot I was cute&lt;br /&gt;They loved me even then&lt;br /&gt;Forget old grudges, what were we even fightin about?&lt;br /&gt;Love with all my heart and damn the consequences!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I met him&lt;br /&gt;All cocky handsomeness,laugh u couldn't ignore&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't ignore him, he was funny&lt;br /&gt;Rolling with the crew everyone wanted to b part of&lt;br /&gt;I look on that one night we hung out wit fondness&lt;br /&gt;This naïve girl with a crush and revenge on her mind&lt;br /&gt;U helped me get what I wanted,in a better way&lt;br /&gt;Made me realise it wasn't worth it&lt;br /&gt;Remember the last time I saw u&lt;br /&gt;Naïve no more u told me, I'm a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;U were proud and happy for me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that would be the last time&lt;br /&gt;I would have hung out with u more&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Adeola R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-3062023606984913188?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/3062023606984913188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-8844899485259898582</id><published>2012-01-31T09:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:38:51.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we shut the door&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we leave it ajar&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we slam it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm ready to remove the whole door and fill it with cement.&lt;br /&gt;Cos even a shut door can be reopened, keys can b found&lt;br /&gt;If desperate enough, the door can even be broken down&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to move houses, I don't even want to see the wall where the door used to be.&lt;br /&gt;That door was fun in the summer though&lt;br /&gt;It made everything bright and sunny, let all the light in,&lt;br /&gt;and let out all the extra heat ;)&lt;br /&gt;But now its cold, &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for spring &lt;br /&gt;New house, new door, new light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-8844899485259898582?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/8844899485259898582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=8844899485259898582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/8844899485259898582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/8844899485259898582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2012/01/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-3911847842215650501</id><published>2012-01-20T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:45:37.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Lasgidi</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept in a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really never know what you have until its gone&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleep&lt;br /&gt;I crave sleep&lt;br /&gt;I will do just about anything right now to have a good nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;Being awake when everyone's asleep is not fun&lt;br /&gt;There are only so many movies to watch&lt;br /&gt;Or books to  read &lt;br /&gt;I've tweeted and facebooked&lt;br /&gt;I have rehashed repressed memories&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about weird things&lt;br /&gt;Missed people I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Called people I really shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't live alone&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm sure sure I'd have done things I shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;There's only one person that gets it&lt;br /&gt;But right now he's sleeping well&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous...&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all the solutions..&lt;br /&gt;Music, alcohol, drugs....&lt;br /&gt;I've cooked @ 3am &lt;br /&gt;Eaten eba @ 3:30&lt;br /&gt;Done laundry in between all that&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn out&lt;br /&gt;Sleep where are you&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can survive another week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-3911847842215650501?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-5110989486806404628</id><published>2012-01-19T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:50:21.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WAS</title><content type='html'>It was fun&lt;br /&gt;It was short&lt;br /&gt;It was free&lt;br /&gt;It was "real"&lt;br /&gt;It was me&lt;br /&gt;It was her&lt;br /&gt;It was hurt&lt;br /&gt;It was friendship&lt;br /&gt;It was need&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;It was..&lt;br /&gt;Not is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-5110989486806404628?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-5277775906927617932</id><published>2012-01-06T21:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:24:09.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In pursuit of happiness..</title><content type='html'>Its 2012. Usually around this time almost everyone has broken their new year resolutions..the rest are barely holding on 2 them. I decided not 2 make any...well just one. To be happy no matter what! Last year wasn't the best. Was unhappy for a lot of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve this happiness goal I've made some plans.&lt;br /&gt;For one I've put one of my friends on guard...if he sees me getting into any dysfunctional relationship he shud smack me back 2 reality. A little ironic tho..but I'm sure he knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make sure nothing riles me. I care too much about people and stuff. I tend to worry about them too much. Abeg I'm not taking panadol for anyones headache anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday in a few months, I'm gonna do something different for once. No dinners/parties etc. I'm goin on an adventure...alone! Lie on a beach in an obscure country, go to a local festival, conquer my fear of heights and bungee jump or sky dive. Go hiking, backpacking, spoil myself. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about this year.&lt;br /&gt;I've realised u can only make urself happy&lt;br /&gt;Making it someone else's responsibility is unfair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ps. I got a new toy that's keeping me veeeeeery busy..in case I don't come back here soon...blame it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-5277775906927617932?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/5277775906927617932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=5277775906927617932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5277775906927617932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5277775906927617932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='In pursuit of happiness..'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-3901548628379210790</id><published>2011-12-29T00:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:05:05.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For colored girls...</title><content type='html'>I'm not ashamed 2 say I'm emotional&lt;br /&gt;I cry when I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched For Colored Girls over the holidays and cried like a baby, this wasn't my first time watchin this movie.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the girl that trusted this cool guy she went on a few dates with and thot he was safe enough to invite home.&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the girl that was so hurt by people she loved she hurt herself more everyday&lt;br /&gt;I cried for that woman that kept on taking that no good man back cos she thot that was all she could get...low self esteem is a BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;Poor woman that lost her kids cos she thot love was enough to heal her man...sometimes you have to move on for you and let him heal himself!&lt;br /&gt;And the character Janet Jackson played, had it all but was played by a man on the down low.&lt;br /&gt;I cried cos I saw myself in a few of these women, cos I could easily have been others, &lt;br /&gt;I cried cos I'm a hopeless romantic and I believe in the power of love.&lt;br /&gt; I cried cos I realise that if its one-sided..its pain.&lt;br /&gt; I cried cos I still want to believe but everyday something erodes my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm emotional and I'm not ashamed to say it.&lt;br /&gt;I cried all thru the holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-3901548628379210790?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/3901548628379210790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=3901548628379210790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/3901548628379210790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/3901548628379210790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-colored-girls.html' title='For colored girls...'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-9222821049685923474</id><published>2011-12-22T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:14:05.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something like Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Something kinda beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy,smiling,sad,damaged,broken,lively, sweet,caring,carer,sister,lover,friend,chef,smart,beautiful,daughter,playful,weirdo,foodie, prayerful,life of the party,everybody,nobody,good,bad,freak,quiet,geek,listener,chatty, mad, animated,loner,shy,strange,loyal, daddys girl...Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-9222821049685923474?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/9222821049685923474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=9222821049685923474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/9222821049685923474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stay home and not worry&lt;br /&gt;To dance in a cool kitchen while cooking&lt;br /&gt;To care for people I care about&lt;br /&gt;To see smiles of appreciation&lt;br /&gt;To receive hugs that express affection&lt;br /&gt;To random hugs when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;To unexpected kisses&lt;br /&gt;To lie awake watching him sleep&lt;br /&gt;To sit in my undies on the floor and&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv while eating eba with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;To playfight just because&lt;br /&gt;To pray for those I love&lt;br /&gt;And worship with those I love&lt;br /&gt;To talk with my dad&lt;br /&gt;And gist with my mum&lt;br /&gt;To sing out loud and dance when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;To hug my grandmum again - RIP&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake with a good book&lt;br /&gt;To talk all night with a good friend&lt;br /&gt;To love and know its reciprocated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give anything...to have this everyday forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-6754575241663043772</id><published>2011-11-27T11:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:25:00.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Self destruct</title><content type='html'>Friendly and friendless&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and sad&lt;br /&gt;counsellor and confused&lt;br /&gt;protector and unprotected&lt;br /&gt;Life of the party &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair all brazilianed up&lt;br /&gt;make up on point&lt;br /&gt;Smile amazing, constantly laughing&lt;br /&gt;Mind's a mess, heart's bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words swirling round my head- &lt;strong&gt;dangerous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the bridge 160km an hour&lt;br /&gt;swerving in and out of traffic, music blasting&lt;br /&gt;tears flowing, make up running&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for something to take this pain away&lt;br /&gt;hoping to hit something so it stops&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached my destination, every one's waiting&lt;br /&gt;adjust, every one's watching&lt;br /&gt;Hair and make up fixed&lt;br /&gt;Smile's amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try again on the drive home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-6754575241663043772?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/6754575241663043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-7338227510759843776</id><published>2011-06-15T11:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:33:56.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thin line</title><content type='html'>Nothing ever stays perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you try.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when u can see everything crashing all around you.&lt;br /&gt;My nightmares have become reality,&lt;br /&gt;My sweat filled nights have come back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I now see they were trying to tell me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Pray,pray,pray&lt;br /&gt;Kick,fight, cry, scream?&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the good times and pray its enough to overcome the bad?&lt;br /&gt;And if not...accept that's life and &lt;br /&gt;Love definitely hurts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont run away this time though&lt;br /&gt;We are worth much more than this, I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;We can do anything as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;We had so many dreams, so many things 2 look 4ward to&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't everything just remain the way they were&lt;br /&gt;Too many what ifs and why nots.&lt;br /&gt;How do you forget what hurts so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-7338227510759843776?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/7338227510759843776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=7338227510759843776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7338227510759843776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7338227510759843776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-hurts.html' title='A Thin line'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-6520576166191812692</id><published>2011-04-11T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:19:52.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>forbidden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is it with guys and wanting what they cant have....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sweetie I was single for so long u didn't even throw me a bone, now I'm in a relationship all I ever hear is "baby its you I want, you are so attractive, you are sexy"..N**** please do I look stupid. Trying to mess up my happy home. Even Mr No-Good from my previous posts aint trying to be left out...Dude i was chasing ur silly self for years just praying for you to show me a little love and I got nothing. Now you see me happy, you realise you love me. Wow. If I had known this was the solution I would have found a man years ago.. seems I have been dulling. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt; What is it with guys and wanting they cant have tho? I remember being in uni and spending many a vals day alone or having a pity party with my girlfriends cos well we were single and jand is the worst place for a babe to be naija and single...way too much competition! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt; Fast forward a few years and here am I beating them off with sticks...only problem is I don't want/need them. It seems like there's been an ad for every single guy that I've ever crushed on, kinda liked, thot was hot/not(for a few) all wanting something or the other. Why now tho...where were they when I almost turned Ann Summers into a grocery shop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt; What makes forbidden fruit so desirable? Why am i hotter when i have a man?Why dont I have guys falling over themselves to love me when I'm available to love them back? I spoke to my friends and its the same story even worse for the engaged and married ones while my single friends are bitching that there are no men. Eyin guys kilode o? Can someone tell me wats up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-6520576166191812692?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/6520576166191812692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=6520576166191812692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/6520576166191812692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/6520576166191812692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2011/02/forbidden.html' title='forbidden!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-4792209188529871521</id><published>2009-01-20T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:53:38.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbroken!</title><content type='html'>Today: A great day of Hope,change and all great things, if all these positives cant rub off me 2day then Im in big trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been off this for a LOOOOOONG time...missed yáll, was reading...maybe not commenting much cos i had way 2 much on my plate, but this is a new beginning and as Uncle Barack ( yeah i know i have many cousins out there) quoted: Its time to put away childish things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you know you've met THE ONE...however the people that matter dont even wanna now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would u marry someone against ur parents wishes?&lt;br /&gt;Would you try to make them chnage their minds?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you just move on and find someone else??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him ,he loves me....they say we r stupid, we are not thinking with our heads! We'd regret the decision later, they r saving us from a lifetime of misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scares me cos i dont want to have anyone tell me those famous words "I told u so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do....follow my heart or follow my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im confused people....HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy new year!! ( yeah wateva its still january im not 2 late jare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note....that Jenifa movie is seriously affecting my English o....i almost said "Yels"to a client a few days ago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lets see: As it IS a new year....resolutions abi( lets see how long before i break them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year i wanna have a better relationship with God ( God helping me cos i know i cant do it without HIS help o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAVE! SAVE! SAVE!! ( no more bags, shoes, anything...ok maybe gold seeing as they r an investment as mumc says)...pls my people dont bring me anything.....IM NOT BUYING...and i don tire for bridesmaid abeg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try talking less:: i tend to get carried away, not sure my sense of umor is understood by most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good ; -)  thats open to any interpretation i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more ME and not care about what other people think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give more...of my time, my money...to people who need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think thats about it......please dont forget im waiting for advice!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-4792209188529871521?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/4792209188529871521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=4792209188529871521&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4792209188529871521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4792209188529871521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2009/01/heartbroken.html' title='heartbroken!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-647962721717895169</id><published>2009-01-05T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:24:57.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i love you, i love youu i freaking love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;those 3 little words that are supposed to mean the whole world! Except im not sure what to believe when i hear them anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean is it possible to love me after knowing me for a week?? Do you think telling me that you do will make me drop my draws that much faster?? Cos on the contrary i think it makes me wary of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is a decision but to decide that quickly...wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-647962721717895169?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/647962721717895169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=647962721717895169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/647962721717895169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/647962721717895169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-9154664590544661046</id><published>2008-09-27T10:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:24:27.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Bag!</title><content type='html'>NYSC is over!!! YAY!!! so im officially done with nysc, im so proud of myself, really didnt think i could make it @ first but this year has made me so tough, i feel like supermans long lost sister!...God has been so great....this past month has just been one thing or the other, im officially an accountant!!( no more foolish exams, studying, nothing), got the job i have been wanting since forever and got a new car...its like im walking on water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this good fortune has made me think tho, as in why me, and why now. I have not exactly been the best person as per my religious life...well i had a period in my life when i tried and yeah the man upstairs and i were like buddies...we were getting there, we talked( well i talked, he listened...im sure), but the strange thing is that period was the HARDEST period in my entire life...everything was just not working, i was constantly depressed, it seemed like everyone around me was going places and i was stuck! Thank God that period is over, and im finally where i have always wanted to be, sad thing is i feel so far away from Him i dont even know how to say thanks! Why is everything happening now? Why not when i was always with him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, i heard a funny story on d radio a while ago...still find it hard 2 believe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , this guy call a radio station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guy: well i proposed to my girlfriend of almost 2 years and she said no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Dj: What! how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guy: well she said she's already engaged to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD: and u say she was your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guy:Yes, apparently she has been engaged to the guy for a couple of years but he has been in a UK prison for the last 2 years for DRUG related offences, he has 2 more years left on his sentence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just screamed...as in u have got to be kidding me!! Are people that crazy? why go out wit someone for a year and a half when u know u are not available in the long-term? And for a guy 2 wnna propose, im assuming the relationship was serious, so what was she thinking? And REALLY, she is engaged 2 someone IN JAIL, for DRUGS, who is gonna be there for the next 2 years?? WOW!! I dont even know how to classify it: LOVE or MADNESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in Lagos is Madness tho, no matter how much u love driving: after an encounter wit the okada people..ud be ready to kill someone i promise ( I know i am...im constantly screaming lik a mad woman...NOOOOOOOOOOO dont scratch my car..if only they could hear me)... And traffic! OMG u dont wanna know, it took me 3hours getting from work 2 my house yesterday and from the looks of things i had better get used to situations lik that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im out!! off to bed again, some elections happening today so no movement..thats fine wit me!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-9154664590544661046?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/9154664590544661046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=9154664590544661046&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/9154664590544661046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/9154664590544661046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/09/mixed-bag.html' title='Mixed Bag!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-4959429853724120574</id><published>2008-09-03T20:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:03:33.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>hi....im still here....love blogville and not going anywhere soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Past month has been unbelievable....nysc is almost over and with that comes another rouund of madness called final clearance....thats when evryone leaves their suits, heels, poise, professionalism..everything and becomes as crazy as those CMS area boys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i had 2 endure over a week of pushing, pulling, bribing,sweating......just 2 get 2 pieces of paper stamped and signed....madness i tell u...and then after that do some other unnecessary things dictated by nysc or else u wont get ur certificate....im still so tired, at least by the end of next week id be done and have a lot more time on my hands to do as i please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;....so yeah im still here...just a break in transmission due to the annoying demands of nysc....and as i have been known 2 lament 2 any soul that cares 2 listen....after this annoying year...nysc CANNOT be scrapped, even if i have 2 petition the govt...why do i have 2 suffer alone????..SORRY ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-4959429853724120574?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/4959429853724120574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=4959429853724120574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4959429853724120574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4959429853724120574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-3914745181540805278</id><published>2008-07-21T12:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:13:23.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HYPOCRISY!!!</title><content type='html'>how many times can 1 person break ur heart before its enough?? Do people get a quota? How many is reasonable...1,2,5,10?? Its so funny that we always have all the answers when the story is about someone else....how can she be so stupid...ehn...God forbid, i cant take that from any guy and all that...yeah i know what we say cos i think im the most vocal when it comes to things like that...just realised im a BIG hypocrite...as in they should flog me in the streets type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this same "hot sturves" that i blogged about some months ago....he's been in and out of my life since then and as much as im ashamed 2 admit it...im almost falling into the whole cycle again....thank God for the distance cos i cant promise these knickers would have stayed on o!!! Anyway so he said we should give this relationship thing a try, he loves me,( he calls just to tell me he loves me) and i dont even know how to describe how i felt when i heard that cos honestly i'd kinda given up on the whole thing by now and finally gotten over him. He hurt me so so many times that i dont think i can count, and when i think about some of the mean things he did ,i realise that he really couldnt have cared about me and he probably still doesnt. He keeps on telling me to come over, he'd buy my ticket and all that but honestly im scared shitless... i cant deal with another heartbreak but its hard 2 breakaway when u have so much history with one person (2001-2008 is a loooooooooooooong time). I know the sane thing to do but im such a romantic which is actually pure madness to a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now you're probably saying, if i know all this then i obviously know what to do right?? Wrong...so wrong!! Im so gone when he comes to him, id rehearse what id say when he calls, but as soon as i hear his voice, i become temporarily dumb! I delete his number which is kind of a moot point since i know it off heart....i blame sex and the city...with Carrie and her Mr BIG!!! Things like that so do not happen in real life...so why cant i just practice what i preach...cos trust me, with my friends im kinda like the relationship counsellor( if only they knew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all that is over now( I PROMISE!!), i so deserve a whole lot better than that and im determined not 2 settle for any less...Love is not supposed to hurt or be that difficult!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On another note entirely....imagine how frustrating it is to be in this naija rainy season without a man....situation is getting very critical o...i coulda sworn i saw cobwebs some days ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.....Help needed!! Apply within...with complete CV and full references....experience very important!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-3914745181540805278?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/3914745181540805278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=3914745181540805278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/3914745181540805278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/3914745181540805278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/07/hypocrisy.html' title='HYPOCRISY!!!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-8400498699336371837</id><published>2008-07-09T10:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:04:10.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Must it have a title?????????</title><content type='html'>yeah i know its been a while...IM SORRY!!!! ...my exercise and cutting out of all...(ok stop lyin) some of the crap i eat has paid off!!!! IM BACK...and even better...lol!!...and TIN-TIN(boy) me thinks u have 2 recompute that ur foolish brideprice thingy...as in seriously!!..LOL...ok as y'all might have guessed im a lil excited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...ive missed blogville...so many things have happened since i was last here...canbelieve blogville idols has started..and without me 2...how did that happen?? I CAN SING!!( well thats wat my mum says anyway...actually only her...she might be deceivin me come to think of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So NYSC is almost over...and boy am i excited...so tired of all the stress of CD( communnity development) days and all..even tho i guess im luckier than most who actually have 2 direct traffic or sweep streets in thah god-awful corper attire!! The only problem now is i have 2 decide what i wanna do next...do i stay here and continue with my job for a few more years..( which i love, the experience is out of this world, d pple are so cool but pay not so fantastic) or do i hawk myself off 2 a great paying job where i might not learn as much and work culture typical naija style( oga, madam crap) or do i just bail out of naija 2 do an MBA?? I guess i still have about a month left 2 figure all that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have a problem thst i dont know how 2 fix.... Generally im a fun,friendly, playful( almost 2 playful) person, but for some strange reason, every few months i get into some crappy moods and oh boy am i bitch when i am, i get mad @ everything and everyone and vent every chance i get, i cry for hours and dont know why..im still trying 2 understand why...(or does it happen 2 anyone else), cos during those periods i hurt the people closest 2 me, i shut them out and i cant help it...The latest victim was my mum and i feel so bad..i have apologized for being a total bitch but i know it doesnt mean much when i cant explain why or if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...Has anyone been heartbroken?? How does it feel?? How did it affect your next relationship?? Could u go back to the one who broke your heart? Would it work, or would u find it hard 2 stop going on about how he/she broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N:B Id be back soon to update...promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-8400498699336371837?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/8400498699336371837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=8400498699336371837&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/8400498699336371837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/8400498699336371837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/07/must-it-have-title.html' title='Must it have a title?????????'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-4278373549604045829</id><published>2008-06-03T17:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T02:17:17.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IM NOT FAT....am i??</title><content type='html'>I so hate exercise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe im exaggerating a lil bit but the idea of exercise really is not my friend. I could walk the length of Oxford street from Tottenham court road to Marble Arch for hours and then start on the journey to Piccadilly circus through Regent street without breaking a sweat!...but tell me to go to the gym or do some exercise and my body just goes numb, luckily for me all that walking helps my metabolism(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; or so iv been told anyway&lt;/span&gt;) and i never put on weight which was fine by me cos my eating habits....SUCK! im like the queen of junk food...i would eat a sausage and egg bagel from McDs for breakfast, twister from KFC with nuggets and milkshake from Mcds for lunch and only God knows wat for dinner...(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i know shocking rite&lt;/span&gt;) and never put on weight....&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My best friend tells me she can see my future and its FAT...I rebuke that everymorning in Jesus name...AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously moving to Naija kinda cured that habit or shud i say moved it 2 other avenues since now the dudes in TFC call me by name when i visit...and the chick @ the Chicken Republic on Adeola Odeku tells me to pay the following day if she doesnt have change. Unfortunately i dont get to walk as muuch or be as active as i would like to...so u can guess wat happened.&lt;br /&gt;Yes my best friend didnt have to wait to long for the future...her prediction is coming true...and im not liking it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew my jeans were getting snug but hey it shows off my hips and curves so i didnt mind much until the Naija pple and their big, uncouth mouths started....." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG you have put on weight this babe...as in u r fat o" ," wow see ur hips", " what have you been eating?"&lt;/span&gt; and it just goes on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to do something about it...No i didnt join the gym...baby steps please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna start running...early in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to start on monday 6am...and since im off work this week perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up bright and early on monday and i realised something...i dont have workout clothes or shoes!! But there was nothing gonna stop me i was gonna run no matter what. After going through my shoes i found a pair of trainers, sure they r not made for running but they would def work. They are pink tho so i have to coordinate the whole outfit around them.. found white shorts and a pink tank top( now i look like an agbaya going to a childrens party...oh well cant have it all)...was about to leave till i realised...I TOOK OUT MY BRAIDS LAST NITE!! my hair is a complete mess, (and no i do not have any caps in my house im not a cap kinda girl)...my only saving grace is an oversize hoodie that belongs to my bro which is RED!...so now i look like an idiot but im determined....im going running today...1 hour...every one was so happy for me...cheering me on for doing something so healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is so much fun...i can do this for ever....well till i almost passed out....how many minutes was i out running??...just 15!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me longer to get ready!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats a work out in itself....maybe i should incorporate that into my workout plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i so need motivation...i need to lose weight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-4278373549604045829?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/4278373549604045829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=4278373549604045829&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4278373549604045829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4278373549604045829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-not-fatam-i.html' title='IM NOT FAT....am i??'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-7874792275317462219</id><published>2008-05-21T21:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:11:49.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naija, Old men and Aristos</title><content type='html'>Naija....uv just got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically i have been in naija for almost a year and i would not trade this for anything...Jokes everyday! Like watching chelsea fans parading along the streets of ikeja just before the champions league match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things can happen only in naija. Its a trip most of the time but one thing i dont think i can ever get my head around is the Aristo thing...or for those who dunno( &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abeg brush up on naija lingo ah ah) &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its the trend of all these old men with young chicks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so sad that its seen as acceptable...afterall a man is always gonna be a man right..and thats just what men do..(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for my future husband if u r reading this..or ever get to...this is not only grounds 4 divorce..im gonna go Lorena Bobbitt on u..no jokes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if it makes me naive or whatever, i really dont care..i just find the whole thing really irritating...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the hell would i wanna start kissing on a dude whos old enuff 2 b my daddy cos he has some money in the bank&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;abeg chilllllll&lt;/span&gt;. Im not trying to sound holier than thou or anything cos trust me im far from that but i think u have to draw the line somewhere sha. Fair play to people who can do that wit a clear conscience..I know i wont like the idea of my dad getting it on with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of it is cos im so against the whole thing i've never even learnt the best way to deal with it, without letting the guy know exactly what i think of him and his stupid money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...How do u tell a client that u dont play like that when ur managers are telling you to keep him sweet( why the hell does Naija not have sexual harassment laws abeg ehn!!!)...Guys please explain..what makes a guy invites his friends daughter out clubbing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of my complaints to my friends and colleagues about all the daily crap...i heard some stories that honestly are unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like being appraised by your boss and he's playing with himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Your boss literally chasing u around his office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Going out of town for a meeting with a manager and he makes sure that only one room is booked for u both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me patience cos i can see myself drop kicking some guy in the very near future...God help the fool who admonishes me for beating my elders!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-7874792275317462219?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/7874792275317462219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=7874792275317462219&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7874792275317462219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7874792275317462219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/05/naija-old-men-and-aristos.html' title='Naija, Old men and Aristos'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-5789500634804885588</id><published>2008-04-20T21:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:59:49.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromise or not!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im back!!!! and boy have i missed blogging and peeping @ other peoples blog...i think im a secret voyeur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learnt so many things during my downtime and had time to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Realised one or two things about myself i coulda sworn were so not me...eg...i so wanna get married soon...ok maybe its all the wedding IVs i have been getting lately or all the cute God children i seem 2 have acquired overnite!!&lt;br /&gt;...So now i all I have 2 do is find a man....not that hard is it??...and while im at it, i think i might have to reconsider a my entire criteria cos based on the guys im meeting lately...i think it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like the only Yoruba guys clause....Its still cool if his mum is yoruba rite??&lt;br /&gt;Or the religion one...im a firm believer in the " dont be unequally yoked statement"...but what if thats the only thing "wrong" with him?? Him being of a wrong religion?&lt;br /&gt;Cos the one who kinda fits the Yoruba and right religion, is cute, tall, dark, handsome, yummy(lol), is 2 much of a laidback guy...ok lazy if u must know...which is such a turn off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe my criteria is a bit off...&lt;br /&gt;i like tall, dark guys...(tyrese looking....cliche rite...LOL...even im laughing now)&lt;br /&gt;hardworking...confident..know wat he wants type&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba guy...ok thats years of mummy and naija movies indoctrination(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; which by the way is wearing off VERY quickly @ d moment...cos this ibo boy fine no be small, but does that mean i also have 2 learn IBO and how to cook nkwobi???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Church going @ least....(thats not asking for 2 much rite...cos i know im not where i want 2 be yet with God but it'l be cool to have someone who understands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who listens ..( cos i have a LOT 2 say...and i can talk a lot 2)&lt;br /&gt;At least have some kind of fashion sense...( dont worry im not expecting a David Beckham/Diddy type)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doesnt take himself 2 seriously.....( cos i can be very playful......ok no can involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...I AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow..thats a whole lot of things to expect from someone rite....i think im in trouble....my mum says i need 2 compromise...which i know is true but i dunno wat parts i can do without!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe subconsciouly im really not ready 2 commit which is why i have all these funny criteria.....I just hope that subconscious gets itself together...and QUICK 2...cos OMG I needs some LOVING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-5789500634804885588?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/5789500634804885588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=5789500634804885588&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5789500634804885588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5789500634804885588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/04/compromise-or-not.html' title='Compromise or not!!!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-2435238203264055675</id><published>2008-03-31T21:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:52:38.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wow...i know i've been AWOL for a bit...too many things going on!! I have had a rollercoaster couple of weeks tho..had my birthday and it was definetly the most fun i have had in a while...so many presents and even weeks after im still getting them, I feel so loved!!....but then i had a health scare a few days later...i have been in and out of hospital and hooked up 2 all those machines i only ever saw in ER....thank God im ok now but i have 2 rest for a loooooooooooooooooong time...so no work( which is wonderful) and more time to fuel my addictions....blogging,facebook and junk food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway id be back soon wit a full update...till then xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-2435238203264055675?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/2435238203264055675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=2435238203264055675&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/2435238203264055675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/2435238203264055675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/03/wow.html' title='HEY!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-5524325427913639611</id><published>2008-03-11T10:02:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:35:15.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The weirdness of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So im finally out of my depressing funk.....i was having a bad week as u can tell by my previous post....Anyhoo..whats new abi? my birthday's coming up and im planning a fabulous day out....no slaving over a hot stove for me this year, only for some annoying ,mo gbo mo branch ,pple 2 come and eat my food without getting me a gift!!! Hell no...even a card would have been okay sef...at least it'd show you have shame! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sha, this week has been so much better and finally the rains have started in Lagos and Im so excited...weird rite....well firstly the place has been so hot that my babe status has been dimishing ,especially wit the fact that my fabulous face melts as soon as i step out the house...so not cool....and how much of a babe can u be when you are sweating like a christmas goat...ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly u know how rain in Naija is...dark, thundery and lovely when you are stuck at home under a blanket.......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i want a man o, just imagine the possibilities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about men sef...i just remembered some experiences i've had...some good, some bad and some downright weird....i swear there are as much crazies in naija as abound in other nationalities o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember one dude i dated a while back(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;rebound guy...u know the one who makes u feel like ur like beyonce...worships d ground u walk on and all tht crap...but hell no are u taking him out in public...yeah i know im bad...abeg im human jo...who knows wat crap one mumu is yarning about me 2)..&lt;/span&gt;..anyway it was all cool till he decided it was the day o...u know 2 do the deed....and i just couldn't he tried every lyric in the book and i tried every excuse in the world...anyway when the guy realise no way sha...thats how he just stripped o...started wanking himself!!!! I couldnt believe it...every few seconds he'd ask me 2 moan and say his name.....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(strange)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the whole scene was the weirdest thing in the world...cured my need for a rebound guy as soon as i could leg it out of there....everytime i think of the dude i just laugh @ myself...&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;( wait o...am i the only one who thinks its weird...maybe im the weirdo...lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least all the MFM prayers have worked, and crazies have all but vanished from my life...just in case tho i carry my cross and holy water around...Get thee behind me psychos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met a sane one, but now he's gone so far away and from my experience long distance relationships are a bitch!!But im determined to try cos he's just so cool, nice, sweet....OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Met him through the funniest circumstances possible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;will tell the story about that later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He's nice, funny and i can be myself with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can be as razz as i want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...and as stoosh as i care to...it doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can call him 100 times a day and not feel like a stalker(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i do have tendencies...esp wen i lik someone)..&lt;/span&gt;. he'd always have time to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He thinks my weirdness is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesnt mind if i put on weight, he thinks it'll make me womanly and sexy!!...and considerin how much i eat i know thats inevitable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im always wary if a guy says he likes how slim i am...its only a matter of time im sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He respects my moral side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ven when he doesnt understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's down with my freaky side....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and doesnt judge my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I like him....a lot...which just means Im gonna find a reason to mess it up...v soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-5524325427913639611?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/5524325427913639611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=5524325427913639611&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5524325427913639611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5524325427913639611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/03/weirdness-of-me.html' title='The weirdness of me!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-7402076731920494924</id><published>2008-03-03T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:41:15.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of being the nice one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of being the perfect daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of being the perfect sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of being the perfect friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of always listening, who is listening to me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of hearing your mum is bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of hearing im leaving your dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How did y'all get together when i wasn't even born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of always saying yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of you not asking if im ok, is it because Im smiling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Im tired of that too....smiling that is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think im happy? Well Im not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of saying nothing just to make you happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of keeping the peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Im tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired! tired! tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now...Im so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-7402076731920494924?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/7402076731920494924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=7402076731920494924&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7402076731920494924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7402076731920494924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-4811287191693054544</id><published>2008-02-25T16:16:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:36:39.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NYSC...Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So i finally decided to move 2 Lagos for that NYSC business after some manipulation from the folks....i was excited and scared @ d same time......excited cos i couldnt wait 2 get my hands on those boot camp training( im secretly a tomboy under all d makeup...lol).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.....scared cos i've heard such horror stories about d hygiene of that place...masses of people in a room, disgusting bathrooms...ewwwwwwwwww...i was not about to relive my secondary school days..uhn uhn..but i love me some adventure so i put on a bold face and got with the program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;First day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got there all jandified wit my funky luggage, bucket, pillow,d works and by the end of the 11 hour registration, i was as razz as an agbero.( U know now...bus conductor...forming lik u dont know) Firstly nigerians do not understand the basic concept of queueing...esp in that camp...so if you are coming from jand/yankee or anywhere that stuff works...abeg dont be like me o, go to camp on the second day when all the rush has died down or you will be frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I had so many arguments that day, im shocked i didnt get a name( maybe i even did sef, not like they would have told me abi), all with people trying 2 cut in front of me, lik i came there 2 sell groundnut...HISSSS. The most annoying one was with some annoying Ibo dude lik this, id been on this one queue for ages and d dude just bounced in....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: excuse me, u know theres a queue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ibo dude: no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: excuse me! tap him on the shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ID: wat? i heard u but i was here before...and how dare u tap me...a woman for that matter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: SORRY!!!! SAY WHAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I couldnt believe my ears...i swear i had 2 say a short prayer or else i would have killed somebody, by the time i finished, d dude did not have 2 be told before he faded...imagine the crap...so my fellow ladies be prepared...there are a lot of guys like that in camp, dont stand for any crap&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway for any poor soul who intends to come for the next batch...here are my survival tips sha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make friends with the corper doctors, they hold the exeat key ( im not a fan of the escaping through the bushes...but hey whatever works for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pally the soldiers up!! a couple of rounds @ guinness stand= bout N1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;peace of mind and getting away with murder = priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You might have to stay there for a few nights, to survive...have an open mind!! and make friends with ur bunkmate....ur things will always be safe and you will always have water ( well maybe i was just lucky!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Always have a torchlight.( Nepa practically doesnt exist)...and it will make it easier to make mischief with all the dodginess that goes on there @ nite. Just go a'strolling past d parade ground once its dark...;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Only take things which you dont mind losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;No matter what size you write while registering, your uniform will be too big or too small.Visit the women behind mammy market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You will need one of those waist pouches...or a mini bag which will b comfortable for u to take EVERYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The final week is fun, try to enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-4811287191693054544?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/4811287191693054544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=4811287191693054544&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4811287191693054544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/4811287191693054544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/02/nyscpart-1.html' title='NYSC...Part 1'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-5575958765087831328</id><published>2008-02-19T21:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:08:37.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm Leaving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;When I first met you,you told me exactly how it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;You had a lady and couldn't spend all your time with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I only wanted to kick it, so I said 'cool, you can keep her'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Long as you satisfy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;But as the weeks went by I, I started feelin' strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Somethin' was deep in my heart, somethin' I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think I'm fallin' in love with you boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm needing you so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm cryin' just to feel your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I gotta leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[verse 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I didn't want no man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I didn't wanna fall in love, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I didn't care about your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I didn't care how we would end up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;But that was then, this is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think I'm experiencing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't wanna wreck up your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;That's why I'm convinced, I gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Everytime she calls, you expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me to disappear like we never met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;At first I didn't mind, but now I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes feel like you're all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;You told me it was all about me, meI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;t's not about me if your still with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I've realized that I've gotta move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;It might be hard, but I,I gotta move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I gotta leave you (gotta leave you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I gotta leave you (gotta leave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;This song brings back so many memories of a time in my life&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, just in case im ever forgetting, how hard it is for females to seperate sex and emotion...its almost impossible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i met him...lets call him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hottest Sturves(HS)&lt;/span&gt; cos thats wat he was....id been checkin him out for weeks!!! and as luck would have it, we got 2 talkin @ some random party. I was sold before he even said anything....by the time i realised he had a girlfriend it was too late i was well and truly hooked!&lt;br /&gt;You would think that was a big enuff sign 4 me abi...noooo the sturves was just 2 good and i convinced myself that was all it was...sex nothing more...i could bounce whenever...whenever became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, i became one of those babes u onlly read about...my whole life revolved around him, now i understand how Amy Winehouse feels...it was like i was on Crack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of him blowing hot and cold and never committing, i decided that id had enough! This was it! No matter how gragged i was, i wasn't going back( Damn! that was the hardest part cos the sex was mind blowing!).I was finally free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till he came back...He says he loves me? He wants me back! We should make a go of things this time! He cant see himself wit anyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back there again....thinking about him!Saying this time it'll be different!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Am i stupid? In love? Or have i read too many freakin Mills &amp;amp; Boons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-5575958765087831328?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/5575958765087831328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=5575958765087831328&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5575958765087831328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/5575958765087831328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/02/confusion.html' title='Confusion!!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-7965247923826814740</id><published>2008-02-18T09:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:41:03.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Questions! Get to know me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4:55am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Meet the Spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;C.S.I any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Not a breakfast person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt; O…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal?&lt;br /&gt;Amala and okro (I love my naija food!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CORN!!! Not a fan of Sushi either…raw food..Hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favorite Potato chip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thai sweet chilli…yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse (Back to Black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;None @ d moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway melt with mayo, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What characteristics do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tardiness and stinginess..eww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank tops, skinny jeans with heels&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Maldives&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Pink…hey I’m a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite brand of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a fashion whore…I can’t pick one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where would you want to retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lagos&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5pm!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lagos&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite sport(s) to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballroom dancing (Is that a sport?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you least expect to respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Person you expect to respond first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What laundry scent do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Lavender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you a morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night owl…till I started d JOB..Now I dunno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;27. What size shoe do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New, yep…exciting def not. Just failed an exam and a bit miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Favorite&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Candy&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bar&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinder Bueno…yummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching my mum bake cakes just so I could lick the bowl afterwards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts, accountant, auditor..Hey I love figures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What color/type underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navy French knickers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Lil Butter... ;-)..well thts d one i love anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Piercing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope…too scared of needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever been to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah…that’s my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38b) Ever been to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;South Australia&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been toilet papering or rolling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Love someone so much it made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Hey I was learning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Croutons or bacon bits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacon bits…ok maybe a bit of croutons too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday…. For now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;44. Favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ D moment Villa Medici…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im allergic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What color is your bedroom carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my exam…telling me I failed &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfridges/ Harvey Nicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you do most often when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read, facebook and phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekdays 11pm…weekends..whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Last person you went to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend…girls outing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Ocean or river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None…ok maybe lake…less scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-7965247923826814740?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/7965247923826814740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=7965247923826814740&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7965247923826814740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7965247923826814740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/02/60-questions-get-to-know-me.html' title='60 Questions! Get to know me!'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7416162491757690154.post-7950791835808407567</id><published>2008-02-17T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:32:07.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>shame! I know. I have been meaning to start this blog for only God knows how long, but now i think its time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why today? OMG i have had the crappiest couple of weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you are younger, parents never want 2 see any boys around and then all of a sudden they flip the script as soon as u get 2 that dreaded twenty something age??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" you are not getting any younger o!!"", "where is your boyfriend now"? &lt;/span&gt;is all i seem to hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My parents are driving me nuts, all this talk of boyfriend, marriage and all their contradictions! And you know how naija parents are, Oh NO! it doesn’t stop with them, it filters on to everyone.Uncles, Aunts, Grandmas, even Drivers!Everybody! They all seem to have an opinion on what the problem is and of course how to solve it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dress this way! Do your hair like this! Go out more! Stay at home and be a good girl! So which one of these boys are you picking? There are too many boys visiting you! Pick one…Anyone!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly going crazy, i wasnt sure how crazy till i considered giving my controlling,potential wife-beater,ex-boyfriend another chance just to shut them up for a while, at least when we do break up i will have a couple months of grace to get over my heart break right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7416162491757690154-7950791835808407567?l=twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/feeds/7950791835808407567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7416162491757690154&amp;postID=7950791835808407567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7950791835808407567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7416162491757690154/posts/default/7950791835808407567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentysomethingnaijababe.blogspot.com/2008/02/shame-i-know.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>femme fatale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03013669263091651370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I67kVX9YQMU/R7dldPLPYOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qMAYX1YdMLA/S220/Sexy_silhouette_kneeling.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
