10 things I hate about blogging...

Scratch that... 10 things I have noticed...

1. Familiar blogging spirit.. like W.T.F hell-low!!! OK like it isnt wrong to be nice and all but most bloggers like BEBE-ING...That is like 'pleasing' a fellow blogger in other words 'Fak-a-bility'.. Why can't people just be real even when you cant see someone...

2. In other for you to get people or fellow bloggers to read your blog you have to read other people's blog as well and drop and a million comments.... even when you actually did not read the post...??? you just drop stuff like...

'mehn I cant believe I am not first'???

wow how interesting

3. blog feuds... it is hilarious I must say though

4. girls unconsciously going head over heels for male bloggers they've never met...

5. blog jealousy

6. Blog neglect

7. No blog love and respect of opinions as such.. (you can argue the contrary)

er.... this is where I stop...

kisses n smiles

Something to think about

Hello Self,
Are you proud of your actions? What are your abilities? What defines you?

What is genuine happiness?
Are your parents happy and really proud?
Are you alone?

NO FACE SERIES continuation

A while back I started writing 'no face series' http://m-loves.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-face-series-continued.html that was the one prior to this...

Pls those bloggers who had me on their blogroll add me as my new background and changed url has affected bladebla... and of course I am happy to embrace those who didn't have me on their blogroll :)

Ladee Asus sat on her bed. Blank. She heard voices outside her window and immediately wondered what her neighbours were discussing. They were laughing and shouting. She assumed they were coming from a bar or were on their way to one. She glanced at her alarm clock. 'It was 2.13am. Hmm...they are having fun you know. Not everyone is like you', The familiar voice in her head blotted out.

The past few weeks had not been easy as she had been discovering herself. A very difficult task. It was so hard to look into the mirror sometimes. Comments made by recent and old acquaintances sank into her heart and quite often they appeared miraculously on the surface. She was constantly reminded of how weird she was. 'You are a weird person', one recent acquaintance told her. 'You are so strange', She recalled someone else stating. A lot of people said that to her. She started wondering what the word 'normal' meant. It was indeed in the English dictionary but that was not her genuine concern. There was a yearning like never before that she felt. The urge to know herself. Was she really strange? And if so, in what way? It was quite interesting to Ladee to know the way the world painted her. She thought of one of her favourite television programmes, Fashion Task. In the show, about 10 aspiring designers competed against each other to win who would be the new 'IT 'Designer in The United States of America. Once, the contestants were given the task of creating a green short dress with a ruffled collar and some other specifications. It was quite interesting to see the different end results! She thought of teachers giving students tasks and seeing different results. She thought of different artists who painted the same objects but so differently and yet beautiful in their own distinct way. She thought of different song writers who wrote about similar situations but captured distinct views with words.

She remembered once when she was about 13 years old, her aunt Vule drew something on a piece of paper and asked her cunningly, 'What do you see Ladee?' Ladee looked at what her aunt drew on the piece of paper and smiled as she said, 'It is the letter 'm'. Aunt Vule what are you driving at?' She asked inquisitively with glint in her eyes. Aunt Vule ignored her question and turned the paper to a different angle and asked, 'Now, what do you see?' Ladee responded with surprise in her tone, 'It is the number '3'. Vule turned the paper to another angle and said to her niece 'Now you can see...?' Ladee answered with excitement, 'It is the letter 'w'!' Oh Aunty Vule you can work magic!' and Vule laughed at her pretty niece. She turned the paper to yet another angle and asked her niece, 'What can you see now Ladee dearie?' Ladee answered, 'It is the letter 'E'! Ladee remembered what her aunt told her that day.

'Each individual can look at the same picture but we all stand at different angles so our views may conflict. Just because someone else sees something different from what you see does not mean that they are wrong. You have to see things from where they stand, only then can you truly understand. This is empathy. One day all these things I say will matter to you.'

Oh Aunt Vule, she was all so smart! Ladee thought.

Two humans could never be the same and agree on everything. Not even twins. It was impossible she concluded. Why then should she pay any mind to what was said about her?

Ladee Asus was 21 and preparing for her graduation from the University of Nottingham. Some of her friends and cousins in Nigeria thought it was a big deal. Silly cows! It is not Cambridge for goodness sakes! she often thought. Ladee had wanted to get into Cambridge badly during her 'A' levels but she did not make it. She was waiting patiently for her final results to be published. Sometimes she could hear her heart beat so loud it scared her! She prayed to God to forgive her sins everyday and help her. Ladee looked at her clock. It was 3.00am. hmm...what shall I do now? I cannot sleep. She heard herself say. She picked up her BlackBerry Pearl and scrolled through her contact list thinking if she should call soemone or not and then she saw Davken Asus. Oh blimey! Aunt 'Day-kie' was coming over sometime today, she remembered.

TBC HONIES

Masks

Kiss me like you know me, like you can see me

Touch me like you can feel me

Read me.

Love me.

Hate me.

With my mask or without my mask...with your mask or without your mask

I love these bloggers!!!!!!!!!! Blogging is soo hot lol!!!

It is like I know you, it is like you know me...

Someone asked me once if I wanted to see my bloggers??? Nah!! It would kill the fun for me ... This mystery is much clarity and it is soothing! lol Mehn Ok why is it that now that I have exams!!! blogville is becoming hot??? ehn??? whyyyyyyy scribble,me.free is not even helping!!! RocNaija has been updating like shege, Miss Lowlah has erased 'padosh' from my life..btw pls where is that sexy beast? I cannot be first on anyone's blog sha... oh well AFTER exams it is fire ohhhhh on this blogsville lol I have been dulling a little bit but I have madddddd gist for you lot... took a brief read at some of my previous posts and wow, I don't write that much stories about myself maybe its because I know my blog is read by *coughs* a lot of 'unwanted' readers who may not even have a blogsville account... amebos oh like it is a must! BSNC has totally taken over Temite in being first? No wayyyyyyyyy!!! I can't take that! lol anyway...don't watch this space... wish me luck in my exams and pray for me oh... I wish everyone writing exams good luck!!! You lot should make me stop coming here oh it aint funny... mchewwww...

P.s. Drop your emails like its hot for the new shots!!!!!!

Some people think I am fascinated with the female body with my pics??? errr... D.U.H!! how wouldn't I? I look myself in the mirror and literally have an orgasm especially when I wear heels to push out my a** last name... yes it has a surname! lmao I have to get a life now and study :( it sucks raise to power infinity square... where is aloted??? and aloofar :(

p.s. in addition- I think I am becoming a freak oh *singing superfreak* to be in the new shots lol

Motives

Hello everyone...Hi Anyaposh... I would honour the honest scrap award... thanks. I havent been here in a while... I have exams coming soon wish me luck... however I had to breathe and writing is like oxygen to me sometimes... Its the only way I can cry. :) so emotional now can't be bothered to care who or what anyway.... here is a piece:

Motives Unknown…
A slave to that which holds me…
Bound and wanting to be free...
Mouth: locked
And so I am choked
Never speaking, Never thinking…
‘The Tattooed Girl with piercings’
I am the judged.
Legs opened, money taken
Legs opened, no money taken…
I am torn.
I make the choice to take
I make the choice not to take…
I take because I need, I do not take because I beg to be different from the others who take for selfish desires.
The others who brought me pain.
The others who brought my mother pain.
The others who brought me here,
But how do I know their motives?
Motives Unknown. They are the judged!
‘Tattooed girl with piercings’
Mistress
Shatter homes, spoil dreams, squash hopes…
She looks at the mirror to see someone else…
Cigarettes & Liquor drown the memories
Tear s flow for who she has become…
Changed motives…from need to want to what she knows no more.

p.s. most times I think my writings don't make sense to people... but it is the only way I can express what I imagine and most times what I feel... writing it out loud or with much clarity does not stress the messages as much as writing in a simple way...In my head, now I have said so much with this note and I hope someone can feel me.

Before I die?

It is mother's day today... Happy mother's day to every mama on blogspot :)

The death of Jade Goody has got me thinking a whole lot... really we do not know when we would pass away...I only hope she has gone to a good place. I totally cried I can't believe it! So, she is not my role model or anything but her story is somewhat sad... I feel so sad for her boys although I guess they are lucky to still have two dads...

I think I am not grateful enough... I mean cancer!!! I reject it and rebuke for anyone I know including myself in Jesus Mighty Name! Amen! Its just sooo sad the way young people pass away these days. I only pray that I know God in a different way than I do now before I pass away. I pray somehow I can bring smiles to loads of faces...(I don't think I am the nicest of persons anyway). I'm so grateful to have a nice mother who is still alive and has been watching me grow... I'm really really grateful.

OK this is where I have to stop and get back to my busy life... :( Holy long life kisses to all my readers oh! Loves it

Love Letter for pappy

with each day that passes by, I am scared because we are still together

its like swimming into the ocean, no boat, no life jacket, nothing

I left the shore when I met you and swam like a loose mermaid

just the sun, me, the water and its creatures; and me hanging on trust to keep me going...

Papi...I never know what I am going to see, sometimes I float when I am weak

sometimes I swim and just keep going...

I cannot see the shore anymore, I'm too far away from it

I am so far away from home...with you

you are all I know now it scares me

How can I ever swim back to the shore?

Don't leave me...

I know you are not immortal but when you are here, I trust the sharks and creatures won't harm me

I feel peace.

Just hug me

Just love me.

Just kiss me.

Don't leave me. Ever. I love this...lets stay in the water together forever.

where love is our water

creatures are humans

sun is our guide...you and I.

I love you Champagne... the only one who produces bubbles that run straight to my head n I can feel it inside of me. x