tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9310967146665049762024-03-13T03:27:04.978-07:00HawtHawtSpeaksTheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-78868367253865587912011-05-30T04:21:00.000-07:002011-05-30T04:21:33.839-07:00My Bucket List..:)<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Ce00n8I8Y/TeN8NAdWFPI/AAAAAAAAABw/xKcuzzatqhM/s1600/my+bucket+list.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k7Ce00n8I8Y/TeN8NAdWFPI/AAAAAAAAABw/xKcuzzatqhM/s1600/my+bucket+list.bmp" t8="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">So i'm turnning 18 in a bit, and i just realized i've actually not had any remarkably funny/crazy event..sad innit?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">And cos of that, i decided i was gonna create my own bucket list that i have to achieve before i turn 21. Can i hear an amen somebody!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Okay so basically, i have the next 3 years to achieve the following..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">P.s. For those who dont know, a bucket list, is a list of things you wanna do before a certain time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">So here's mine:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Eurotrip with my sister..i seriously hope i do this..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Publish my first novel..probably titled 'Letter to my fut</span><span style="font-family: Courier New;">ure husband'..;D</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Kiss a white dude..now this is totally random! Hehe..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Released a single..seeing as everybody is now a musician, i will never carry last, so whether u love me, or hate me, or you really cant be bothered, you have to listen to it o! And buy my album if i decide to release one!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Run outta my room topless when i hear 'man on the floor'..haha..i just hope it'll be some random dude, not some boy that likes me, or some perveted freak, i'll just die!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Have my first article published in the national dailies or a magazine. P.s. My first article in a magazine will be out soon!! Yay! I'm really excited about it! Very excited!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Start my own Fashion accessory line..i need a lot of courage to push this sha..and money obviously! All i know is i wanna be the next Ituen Basi! So y'all watch out.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Kiss a girl..yes? no? Maybe? Not sure yet..:)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Be enganged! Yup, i said it, i wanna be engaged. Maybe not with a ring and all but i wanna have a steady 'almost-husband' not boyfriend..so dear present boyfriend take note o!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Write a love letter..<3</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Maybe bust the windows of somebody's car..that'll definitely be fun..hehehe..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">-And like in the movie, A walk to remember, i want to be in two places at one time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Swim in a village stream..dont ask me why..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Matchmake two of my friends..just so i get to be the one to give the toast at their wedding!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Meet Chris Brown..okay i know i have some MFM friends..i need y'all to say an amen to this one oh!! I dont care where i'm gonna meet him..as long as its not in heaven.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Faint and throw up too in my first surgery clinical..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">- Be on TV..though i've been on TV before, on NTA's Work it out..*shinning teeth proudly*</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Courier New;">Okay i think that's all..buh my bucket list is still open sha..i hope to add more on..And you should probably start your own bucket list too..#Justsaying</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Btw,I heart Olamide Sonubi! #Okbye!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">xx!</span>TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-80344699015387138332011-05-13T11:50:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:50:00.973-07:00Dear Readers..First things, I love you guys muchos!<br />
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And sorry for the inconsistency but being in med school is a consistent pain in the butt! Imma try my best to keep doing what i love doing.<br />
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I might not have the best blog ever but blogging for me is not about being the best.<br />
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So i apologize to everybody that got tired of checking every other week..Can't make any promises but fingers crossed!<br />
P.s. Plix Plix Plix *Yoruba accent* My mama no send me go school go do Unilag amebo o! So for all of yáll thinking it, just HOLD IT!<br />
Before babes come and ambush me in school..lol..<br />
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Yours Truly,<br />
The HawtHawt Fairy..x!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-2d6cAkI7GFKyeYBigYM2bTPG3TIu3qCGe11kkkeBxlK9Yu8c" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT-2d6cAkI7GFKyeYBigYM2bTPG3TIu3qCGe11kkkeBxlK9Yu8c" /></a></div>TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-87459325249298165982011-05-13T11:42:00.000-07:002011-05-13T11:42:22.100-07:00Cool Kids Association Of Nigeria.Okay i know your first reaction is probably wth?! But your allowed to think like that. It was my exact same reaction when i first of all heard the phrase.<br />
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Cool kid yeah? Quite hilarious! Hehehe..<br />
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So a couple of days ago, i was chilling with a couple of friends and we were talking about how everybody has a blog nowadays and somebody said, "Oh! Dont you know its one of the requirements to be a cool kid?" and i'm like O.O<br />
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Apparently the other requirements are (according to my friend that is) :<br />
.. Own a set of Beats by Dre headphones.<br />
.. Have atleast two different colours of contacts<br />
.. Have a blog<br />
..You must know how to edit pictures..master the art of photoshopping!<br />
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P.s. I have all of these according to her except the Beats..Nokia or Ipod earphone chilling :( And my birthday is in about 32 days so show some love na..haha..jk..<br />
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Also i know everybody has their own rule book for the cool kids i guess. Earlier in the week, a number of people were even tweeting about CKAN..Cool Kids association of Nigeria if you are lost.<br />
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And the thing is, a lot of people live their lives trying to be cool kids and seriously they have me shaking my head vigourously. It fun to be a cool kid o like me..hehehe..buit really you dont have to go out of your way to take a picture with your friend's Beats or something na.<br />
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Cool Kids rock yeah..and for the fun of it, i'm going to make my own Cool Kids requirement list too.<br />
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Here we go:<br />
..Have over 500 followers on twitter (It is an achievement trust me, so clap for yourself)<br />
..You must have atleast a pair of coloured skinnies.<br />
..You must always form bad guy even if its not necessary.<br />
..Nobody rolls with Ipods anymore so you must have Ipad.<br />
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Okay i'm all out of ideas seeing as i suck ar being a cool kid, but rock as being me..I think you should do same! :)<br />
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P.s.s. beats are Headphones for listening to music and all, not Neck accessories!!!! Choi! #okbye<br />
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xxx..TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-39884534237729581682011-03-30T12:06:00.000-07:002011-03-30T12:06:36.739-07:00A Week Without...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gQwhr_H8jc/TZM_5kJ3KTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gWJQfSzWos0/s1600/twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gQwhr_H8jc/TZM_5kJ3KTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gWJQfSzWos0/s1600/twitter.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkRq1DaN_tA/TZNBjJpfd4I/AAAAAAAAABU/l2cST8I8t08/s1600/sad+face.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xkRq1DaN_tA/TZNBjJpfd4I/AAAAAAAAABU/l2cST8I8t08/s1600/sad+face.bmp" /></a>Everybody has one addiction or the other. Just like yours truly, Moi! Yup, even though it took me a while to realize i was addicted to twitter, i finally did and decided to take a one-week twitbreak. Which i wasn't very happy about but i'm almost through. I have just over 24hours to go and i can tweet again! </div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So for the past 135 hours, i've not been able to tweet. I've not even been able to open twitter to read my tweets at all! And take my word for it, it has been so boring. Sometimes i felt like i was loosing my freaking mind but i survived. And in less than 33 hours, i'll be back on everybody's timeline to disturb the living daylight out of their Timelines..Hehehehehehehe a.k.a. my evil laugh. But frankly, i've had my fair share of boredom to last me the next 10 years..JK</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now for a quick summary of how the last 136 hours have been..(I had to go make lunch..okay indomie..:p)</div><ul><li><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I watched over 100 videos on Youtube..no jokes! It actually got to a point were i started watching Glee videos of different perfomances. *sigh* And even x-factor videos!</div></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">I read a whole lot more, and being the good student that i am, i only read one novel and spent my late night poring over my class notes.<br />
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I noticed the beautiful world we live in. For once i actually took note of my environment. (And by all that, i basically mean i noticed so many fine boys! Choi! Noticed only though..eye candy things) </div><ul><li><div style="text-align: left;">I actually had time to read my bible! Bless! Now i feel like a good christian child..i always been one anyways..hehe..</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">My battery never died! Normally when i tweet, my battery dies at about 12 or 1 in the afternoon, or 3 if i'm not tweeting so much. So yay!!</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">I actually in most of my classes, instead of tweeting. (Okay i .couldn't bring myself to listen in physiology though) x_x <a name='more'></a></div></li>
</ul>Now to all the things i realized about twitter, my followers and their tweets. I missed @Loopygaga @IAmWhorl3y @TheRollngStoner (I can bet he's changed his handle again!), @FemiTheMartian very much..okay their tweets that is..<br />
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I missed how @Loopygaga could be so razz at times, @IAmWhorl3y and how he used to pick on me, @TheRollngStoner and his very queer tweets that always made me wonder exactly what goes through his mind, and how he and @MsSapphiret make me jealous sometimes..hehe..i missed all @olamydeh's tweets for obvious reasons..they crack me up sometimes.. I missed my wifey @Deewoorah! Nobody blowing me kisses all the time. I realized how much of a twit-bully @Moyo_Sterling is! Always giving everybody seat /_! Lol..so many people actually, all the idi-araba children @KO_ross @rustycoded @IAm2bizzle (i probably got his handle wrong).<br />
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Well i missed all of their tweets, even those i cant remember at the moment. In all, i realized one major thing, Twitter isn't just a hobby for me anymore, it has become an integral part of me. Like an alter <a href="mailto:ego..@sm1pretty">ego..@sm1pretty</a>.. It made me feel like i was actually part of some people's lives.<br />
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And its funny how i actually hated twitter when i joined in July '10..*sigh* I've come a long way! And i'm actually excited out of my senses that i'll be able to tweet again soon. But the main point is i proved to myself everything i wanted to. Yet another life lesson learnt by going a week without.....tweeting.TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-82963877046436770932011-03-11T12:58:00.000-08:002011-03-11T12:58:31.952-08:00Opposite of SomethingUnwanted<br />
That's how I've been made to feel<br />
Unappreciated<br />
No one seems to care what I think<br />
Unloved<br />
If I'm down no one takes notice<br />
Unhappy<br />
Because I am unable to not care<br />
Understated<br />
I don't say much because it goes nowhere<br />
Unneeded<br />
Everything can be done without me<br />
Unexcited<br />
What brings me up only makes me fall harder<br />
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I am spiralling down<br />
Out of control<br />
I am not depressed<br />
I just care too much<br />
No one understands the workings of my mind<br />
Not even I<br />
I rise only to fall harder and farther<br />
But I must rise, it's unavoidable<br />
I want to be cherished<br />
Pampered, hugged and loved<br />
Because right now I feel like<br />
Nothing<br />
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LAETheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-23967660511511283382011-03-01T14:17:00.000-08:002011-03-01T14:17:00.333-08:00Dear Future Husband<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2R2_kotPFXY/TW1nolC_ekI/AAAAAAAAAAo/s7ySW12l5fw/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2R2_kotPFXY/TW1nolC_ekI/AAAAAAAAAAo/s7ySW12l5fw/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>I've always wanted to just sit and write a letter to my future husband (aka BankyW..lol...JK) so thats what ima do this night. Future husby i really hope you are reading this by some odd chance so we can always sit back in the next 20 years and laugh about it.<br />
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P.s. This is very vital privileged information though and it is all inspired by the love i have for you. Hehehe. Legooo<br />
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1. You must be tall o! As in very tall so you could always lift me and my legs will really be dangling in the air. Infact ehn, i want my head to be reaching just your upperarm not shoulder. So if you are short now you can like to start body stretching exercises. Or simply just go on an exclusive beans diet. :D Remember its because i love you o!<br />
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2. You know you are a very lucky man seeing as i'm a 'one-naira' chic. Yes o! I said one naira. But err husby, you know you love me na so don't let me remain a one-naira chic forever. Feel free to add as many zeros to the one..you know..;)<br />
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3. I like cooking very much (or rather experimenting) so please sweetheart get ready. No more regular rice and beans and bread. I'm talking beef stronganoff, balsamic rice, fillet mignons...you will enjoy o! But if i get it wrong the first time i cook it, just smile and force yourself to finish it. Or 'codedly' pour it under the table.<br />
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4. Husby, if you think i'll ever hire an 'Ekaette' better come back from jonzing world now now. We'll have maybe an 'Abeni' 'Mary-rose' or 'Blessing' if you are lucky gan. (No offence to anybody bearing any of those names)<br />
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5. And please Husby you know i'm a senseless romantic so you have to tell me i'm the most beautiful woman ever every single day, even when i'm pregnant, bloated and waddling about like a Duck, just because you love me..:D<br />
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6. You know we have to keep the romance in our marriage alive so every last Friday of every other month is our night. You must take me out to dinner and treat me like your little princess. And please we dont do fast-food only continental restaurants and the likes (I am still a one-naira chic o! I just like good things. I mean, who doesn't!)<br />
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7. Please husby, i'm begging now, you must be able to sing me out of my senses. No TerryG or Timaya business o! I need you to serenade me like Neyo, or Banky or Bez or John Legend or even 2face (at worst). And please if you have no writing skill endeavour not to form you own lyrics because i will laugh if you sing nonsense. You can always sing me a Lionel Richie classic.<br />
*Big hint: Perform for me at our wedding, i promise to act surprised and even throw it a few tears. <3<br />
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Pause.<br />
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Husby hope it not too much already? Oya i'll soon finish.<br />
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8. This is a very vital part. So listen well! I want 8 kids. Yes! 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 kids! Please please please please please. So if you have no plans of being 'rich' oya please start changing your mind. The 8 is <u>somehow</u> negotiable sha..but please, you know you love me so 8. And i have no problem popping them out. :D<br />
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9. This is the last one hun. God first baby! Go and learn all you bible stories now so you can read them to our children at night. Remember it was David that killed Goliath o! And moses that parted the Red sea (better don't change the colour). Before you teach our children nonsense. Lol..<br />
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And that is it..okay there might be part 2 o. Hehehe.. Just have it at the back of your mind that i'm ready to love you with every single atom of my being hun. Ima be yours and yours only forever and ever. :* <3<br />
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xoxoTheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-88110886873950872972011-01-25T10:35:00.001-08:002011-01-25T10:58:07.321-08:00BeatitudinemI dance, I sing, I smile<br>Excited, Euphoric, Ecstatic<br>A moment of pure happiness<br>No music playing from devices<br>Just the one from my emotions<br>My heart dances<br>No cares, No worries<br>I accept and love myself<br>No criticizing voices<br>It seems they are all asleep<br>I pray they sleep forever<br>So that this moment<br>This happiness never ends<p><br>LAETheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-75361093307277488982011-01-21T05:47:00.000-08:002011-01-21T05:47:27.546-08:00The End On One Chapter And The Beginning Of Another- Death.<div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"><div><br />
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</div><div><i>Death..It will not dawn on us till we are a hundred years old.</i></div><div> - A teenager</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><i>It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><i> -</i>Elisabeth Kubler-Ross</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; ">I've lost a couple of friends my age and there about but the full reality of death hit me in the face last week when i lost a friend who was exactly my age.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; ">At this age, we often feel we are invincible. We feel we can do whatever we want and get away with it. If somebody walked up to you this moment and told you that you were going to die tomorrow, you'll probably say, 'God forbid' and laugh it off. yes, thats just how it is with most of us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; ">I mean, every time i hear the world is ending in 2012, i say a silent prayer to God to let me have my eight kids first before the world ends ( Yes, I said *, i want 8 kids...Lol) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; ">We all pray the prayer to see our children's children but we never fully admit to ourselves that life is God's to give and take as he pleases. We really have no say when we are going to die, whether it is after having 8 kids or when we are all bent over and wrinkled or even when we are about to go play the neighborhood basketball game.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; ">A couple of weeks ago, i was talking with my mum about the rumors of when the world would end (Yeah, i got scared and ran to my mummy after reading the 21-05-2011 prediction in the middle of the night), and she said something that stuck with me since the. She said, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "> <i>"The world ends for you when you die,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><i> And you can die at this very moment</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><i> Or 80 years from now..."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small; "><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Deep yeah? (It was one heck of a conversation).</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There i was worrying about the future and when the world would end when i could very well be dead in the next minute or hour or day.</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And then, at my friend's funeral, i could not help but wonder what my funeral would be like and what people would say about me during my eulogy and my tribute..</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 'She was pretty'</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 'She was my classmate'</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 'She was a good Christian'</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "> 'She touched my life'</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would people shed genuine tears for me? </span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would they rejoice that i'm in a better place or would they simply cry because of the uncertainty of where i'll be?</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Would i have touched a life? Or more? yes, i might just be 17 but isn't 17 years enough time to make a difference?</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I believe my friend is in a better place right now, i believe she's in heaven. And i also want my family and friends to be comforted by that same thought when i'm gone. I want them to have the assurance that they will see me again and that id doesn't all end here.</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Death has dealt me a hard blow and the only solace i find in death is the afterlife. Imagine if this life really ended here, it would all be a waste! A blady waste! Admit it!</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Today, through the death of a dear friend, I've learnt a lot, I've come to face the reality of the afterlife/</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br />
</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'Trebuchet MS'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">*This article is dedicated to the friends I've lost in the course of life. Julie, Ayoola, seun, Ella. R.I.P.</span></font></div><div style="position:fixed"></div></div>TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-81601270549489878922011-01-19T10:30:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:30:57.454-08:00Midnight. (A Nigerian Adaptation Of Twilight)<div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"><div>I was ninety nine point nine percent sure i was dreaming. Nobody ever looked like this! He was perfection personified.</div><div><br />
</div><div>John Clement.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Even his name had a ring to it. I knew what he really was. I knew his type. I should have figured it right from the beginning. His golden honey brown eyes and very black skin. He could easily be mistaken for a fully sun-baked Ghanaian but i knew better.</div><div><br />
</div><div>His type, they loved the heat (even when there were temperature extremities). That was why they had freshly moved to Lagos. The blazing, scorching sun was bound to attract his type but the Clements were the first of their kind in Lagos.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I did not know why, but i felt a strong unexplainable attraction to John, ever since his blazing skin mistakenly touched mine in biology practical class when i was trying very hard not to touch the formaline-infested frog.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I remembered what i had read the previous night about their type when curiousity had gotten the better of me. Known to have descended from the same bloodline as Clifford Orji, there were known as the hot ones. It was said that midnight wast the best time to hunt. The best time for them to hunt.</div><div><br />
</div><div>John's image popped into my mind again. Perfect jet black skin, golden honey brown eyes. he always had that strength, that agility that just made you imagine him pounding yam! Yes! John Clement at his full height og 6 ft 5" was a perfect picture of the perfect African man.</div><div><br />
</div><div>The only exception was that i knew just what he was. A WINCHARD. He was from a full family of winchies and winchard. And a very hot..sorry i mean pretty..no beautiful black bodied family family at that. I had made up my mind to confront him that day but just as i crossed the field to where he was standing with the other Clements I heard someone call my name,</div><div><br />
</div><div>'Ekanma!'</div><div style="position:fixed"></div></div>TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-49560954827907732122011-01-19T10:27:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:27:47.216-08:00Faith.<div style="font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"><div> <br />
I see the weird stares but I don't care because I have lost faith<br />
Faith in what is known as mankind<br />
Faith in myself<br />
Faith in what should be the natural way<br />
Faith that I would eventually find my own place<br />
I'm standing outside in the dead winter cold<br />
Naked as the day I was born<br />
Tears streaming down because <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1295458609_0">there is no tomorrow</span><br />
Because what is life without faith<br />
As the snow falls all around me <br />
Take in the beautiful sight<br />
Beauty that I see in everyone but can't find a glimmer in me<br />
I catch one snowflake and stare at its intricacies<br />
How something so small can be so beautiful and exquisitely crafted<br />
Yet I still can't seem to find any faith to go on<br />
As I slowly freeze I think to myself<br />
It is best to be wanted and not had than to be had and not wanted<br />
As my faith went so also did my life</div><div><br />
Diwura <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1295458609_1">Edun</span><br />
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</div><div>I grab Mr. Wuggly and cuddle him trying hard not to see you. Then i remember how i used to call you my cute, yellow, extremely cuddly teddybear and i cant help the smile that comes to my lips.</div><div><br />
</div><div>In that fleeting bittersweet moment all sorts of emotions course through my being as well as thoughts and memories.</div><div><br />
</div><div>At this point, the picture in my mind is fully formed and definitely isnt going away. me. you. Lying with my head across your chest. Listening to your heart beat intently. Imagining that your heart beats for mine.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Oh how i miss those days. The good old days of young love. You face. Your arms. Your voice. Its so not the same over the phone. I hold back a deep-throated sob and cuddle Mr. Wuggle and Papi even tighter. Atleast they were there to provide the immediate warmth and solace i needed. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I turn up the volume of the song i'm listening to and MI's lyrics immediately infiltrate my thoughts;</div><div><br />
</div><div> 'Come closer baby</div><div> I've got my eyes on you</div><div> I like the things you do...'</div><div><br />
</div><div>*Insert deep sigh at this point* Lol.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Obviously the song is definitely not helping much. But i still listen to it about 50 more times. talk about some serious addiction. Hehe.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And the Darkpoet's Fimile remix comes on and i'm laughing at the lyrics and singing along. Now this was definitely helping! Before i knew it, i had let go of Mr. Wuggly and Papi and i was boogerying down and wiggling my little booty. *insert giggle here* Lol again.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And yes, that was how aanother bout of seriously-missing-you ended. One of the very many i've been in in the last 4 months.</div><div><br />
</div><div>And it spelt victory for me because i didnt shed a tear, i was becoming tougher and stronger. And without chocolate, ice-cream or food to help. (though i still needed Mr. Wuggly and Papi)..</div><div> </div><div>...xx...</div><div>Yet another tale from one of cupid's victims :* </div><div style="position:fixed"></div></div>TheHawtHawtFairyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03549591219735387475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-931096714666504976.post-63595559037346785952010-11-21T12:05:00.000-08:002010-11-21T12:05:33.269-08:00Wizkid-Teenage dream or twitter nuisance??<div style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div> <font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So yes our dearest Wizkid has been making waves of recent. With his Holla at your boy video, hes had girls like me double-tripping. If you don't love him for his voice, you have to love him for his looks or you are just a plain hater! (Admit it girls, plenty of you fall into that category).</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Well i'm beginning to hate too but who won't. Those of us who have had the misfortune of following have had to put up with his annoying 'twattitude'! You might say i'm hating just 'cause he hasn't tweeted at me but really i'm allowed to hate! </span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Unlike my awesome iceprince and BankyW who try to reply everybody's tweets, Wizkid only replies tweets like..'OMG! I love your avatar'or 'I love you Wizkid' and so on and so forth! To make matters worse if you try to criticise him or you just say something HE doesn't like, you get blocked! Really! Its so uncalled for!</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> To make matter's worse he is so full of himself! Sometimes i almost hate myself for admitting to the whole world how much i love him..</span></font></div><div><br />
</div><div>Case Study:</div><div>He's perfoming at babcock and he tweets on Sun 21st Nov..:</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; ">Shet dis girls will kill me 2nyt'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and</span></font></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; ">Wow!!!...see d way d girls screamed wen I walked in!!...damn!!..girls love me mehn....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><br />
</span></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Like really!! What kind of vain-ass tweets are those! I'm really trying to not talk much seeing as i still love him but really its getting annoying! With only one vid out he's getting this proud, what will he now do when he releases a full album?!</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wizkid hunnie if you ever get to read this, i still lov you and watch holla at your boy religiously on my phone and i'm still seriouslt anticipating your album but really STEP DOWN FROM YOUR HIGH HORSE CAUSE YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE ON ONE! </span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">P.S. I still love you!</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And i'm sure i'm not the only one who feels this way..or am i?</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></font></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#444444"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><font class="Apple-style-span" face="arial, helvetica, sans-serif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">xxx</span></font></span></font></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "><br />
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</div><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div style="font-family:times, serif;font-size:12pt;"><div>One sunny afternoon..</div><div>After a very stressful and long lecture..PHS101 to be specific, i walked to see my friend at her own class. From there we were supposed to go have lunch together.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We had the usual 'what happened all morning' talk while walking to the food place and then..*insert drumroll here* i sighted a certain hot boy. You know the kind you and your friends just stop and stare discreetly at..yeah that kind of hot. Then the daydreaming began and lasted all through lunch..those fabulous eyes gazing into mine, having lunch and finishing eachother's sentences, watching movies together..i had really lost it!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Finally i woke up after getting pepper in the wrong place. Nothing like a bout of cough and watering eyes to bring me back to earth! Drat it! It still did not end there. I talked my friends ears off and then they started getting annoyed after my ranting all through lunch (P.S. I have the most fabulous friends in the world).</div><div><br />
</div><div>I did stop my day dreaming after lunch. I returned to the immense heat of the afternoon and another round of annoying classes and that did the trick. I forgot all about my hottie.</div><div><br />
</div><div>But little did i know that that wasn't the end of my story...it was just the beginning of my love story..</div><div><br />
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</div><div>xxx</div><div><br />
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