Afuru'm Gi Nanya

Im not Igbo....

but the title means I love you in Igbo.

I know not the most romantic of languages, but then I have had enough of the norm/cliche te amo or je t'aime.

BORING MUCH

Yeah so its like 3:47

Tom woke me up (its that TIME OF THE MONTH)

But I'm here shaking my booty to Naeto C's Afuru Gi Nanya.

No matter what I am always in love with those I claim to love.

Right now I am falling head over heels in love with Naeto C because he is spitting out all the words,bars, lyrics I want to be hearing.

Oooh one other thing I woke up realising, guess what guys...

I am human.

You see the jealousy, the fits, the upset, the insecurities, the me hating him being with someone else and seeming happier now than when he was with me...

I am allowed to feel that way.

Lol

I also am allowed to spoil myself rotten, take as long as I like to get over my heartbreak, drink, smoke, choke and die if that is how I choose to live.

Yeah.. Thats about ALL for now folks.

p.s. Pamela Anderson excites me, but then so does any female with huge bosoms and a badass figure. Im not BI, I just appreciate well rounded figures, fake and real.

In love with my own figure atm...

A couple imperfections, but that is perfectly alright as I am comfortable being me.

I hide under a tee - when I unveil this small and shrinking waist BAM...

You will surely envy me too.

okay thats enough... back to the african aunty booty shaking - it makes me happy and reminds me of mummy

Headless Movements and mmm Food

Its highly unfair that I am still feeling like a headless chicken.
I have been trying to counteract this feeling by filling in voids,
de-cluttering, finding things to do, sleeping, shopping oh and looking for hugs in numerous arms.



But, the result thus far has been unsuccessful, my wardrobe and bedroom are pretty after it all, but my head is...Elsewhere.

I've come to the conclusion that I am just loco.



Missing my mother like mad at the moment, you know that motherly instinct they have is just crazy. But they know and can tell almost everything.

I normally drive my mum insane, with my cheeky tongue.

My dad on the other hand just ignores me, the banter is not the same.
Still love him though.
I mean he didn't go wild even though I took the car for a couple spins whilst he was watching a movie. He actually really trusts me. Which is heart warming.

But all the same, I need my mama.

Before she comes back I'm going to cook her some of her fave Nigerian, (itsekiri) delicacies, Banga soup, Ogbono soup, Buy her some yams even though I hate them they are so dry, cook her some pepper soup oh n some basic jollof rice for her to take to work.



Erm... what else.
Oh some plantain, roasted chicken, frying it just takes the life out of it.
Although if you are cooking stew the fried meat adds flavour to it.
I can attest this - because the only peoples mothers stew that I can say makes me feel the same way do the same thing.
My good friend the photographer and my cousin the lawyer.

Wow, food really is a comfort, if only Tesco's was open right now I really need some jelly.

Well erm, I guess I need to cook this food, stock my fridge, find someone to give me a hug again, n pray this hormonal period of my life gets gone sometime soon, because its a bugger.

Sucks being a girl sometimes.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Tune of the mo : The Kooks - One Last Time



Toodles

Sweet Bee

Saw this Vid over at 4aces..

Apparently Jay is recording her in the dressing room...

Fell in love with her all over again.

As much conspiracy as this woman is dragged into... she still wins me.

Love her to bits!

You hear those HARMONIES?

WOAH

On a better note

OMG OMG OMG -

I met Jen of JNOIR

She had advertised the 'affordable vintage fair' in bethnal green today.

So me being the opportunist thought it wise to no 1 raid my poor savings and buy me a few more treasures.

Visit my fashion blog and I will be talking all about what I bought there.

BUT,

The reason my day was made perfect by seeing her is because she had such a genuine smile on her face when she saw me.

I have been feeling so lowly of recent and for someone who I did not know personally to greet me in that manner - lets just say it blew me away.

Blogspot is refuge for me, I'm not a recluse, in fact im rather well known.

There is however a difference between acquaintances and friends.

The real world is harsh and so subjective, and the bloggersphere is relatively a friendly community.

This is what keeps me going, gives me some sort of strength a boost oh and something to do in my spare time.

Spare time being any free time.

I do think there should be blogger meet and greets, I also believe there should be events held for all bloggers.

You know events seem to be limited to only those who grab a wide audience, businesses love free advertisement. If they can send you away with what £100 worth of goods and recieve advertisement on your site for its whole duration... well heck why not.

Fair? I think not.

Either way... who is going to start this?

Events for bloggers.

Faith works

you know when you can't help but snap at everyone..

its not even like you mean to

it just sorta happens

when everyone seems to annoy you

and there is no reason to justify why you are in such a foul mood

yeah i'm in one of those today

i even lost my patience with a customer

or two

*hides face*

and the person that was trying to calm me down was given no reception

its funny

i wouldnt appreciate life so much if everything were given to me on a silver spoon

and even at times like this when it seems like nothing is going right

i know that one day it will..

i got faith

Paranoia

You know when it feels like that dude sitting over there with the bug eyes is staring you out.
And you start to think damn, is my hair out of place, is there a braid hanging loose, can he see my tracks, is my nose full of snot and shit, are my trousers too tight, is my top inside out, is my skirt tucked into my knickers?
Has my mascara smeared itself across my face?
You know the common things that come to mind.

Why do we do this?
It's actually just a wind up session.

Tump her up

Today my friend came to meet me whilst I was shopping and guess what the bastard did.
Slapped me continuously.
In VAPIANOs, I swear I could have punched him or kicked him in his balls.
I think it was his way of saying I missed you.
I don't know why he thought he couldn't say it in words.