Was tagged by tygernity, so there you go babes...
Accent: Nigerian
Booze: Water…for three weeks now
Chore I Hate: Come to think of it, I don’t do any…gaaaawd!!!
Dogs/Cats: Neither, hate animals
Essential electronics: CD player… always need to hear something in the background
Favourite Perfume: pour femme by Bulgari
Gold/Silver: Can I have both?
Hometown: Jebz
Insomnia: it’s a disease…
Job title: Senior Associate
Kids: 2 handfuls
Living arrangements: My house na! abi…
Most admired trait: hey! You would think I did a boob job.
Number of sexual partners: all my life or now? Hehehe!!!
Overnight hospital stays: Yes.......child birth alone…ever
Phobia: that I’ll wake up some day and realise its been a dream…no no no o! That’s my husband’s
Quote: ‘it’s not over until I win’
Religion: Christianity
Siblings: 6 (1 brother, 4 sisters, 1 late)
Time I usually awake: About 4.30 a.m
Unusual talent: this strange ability to smell money 10 miles away…strange huh?
Vegetable I refuse to eat: olives
Worst habit: frantic worries about my family,… lost one before, don’t need to loose another.
X-rays: only when entering schools
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
My Passion...
yeah...
its called random reflections
but not utterly indiscriminate
'cos they are founded of some sort.
its times like this that words fail me
when i'm helpless, no aid can render
all is falling and no sense can muster
what happens from here?
to think of it, i can't dare
one thing i do know for sure
twelve lonely months lay ahead
i can't possibly wish for a change
its all for the best, so I’m told
but I’m here hoping my heart wont age
From aches and pains of days so cold
As you leave remember what we have become,
Think of the plans of five decades yet to be lived
The tales to be told to people we don’t even know
…and yes these tales will be told by us both
its called random reflections
but not utterly indiscriminate
'cos they are founded of some sort.
its times like this that words fail me
when i'm helpless, no aid can render
all is falling and no sense can muster
what happens from here?
to think of it, i can't dare
one thing i do know for sure
twelve lonely months lay ahead
i can't possibly wish for a change
its all for the best, so I’m told
but I’m here hoping my heart wont age
From aches and pains of days so cold
As you leave remember what we have become,
Think of the plans of five decades yet to be lived
The tales to be told to people we don’t even know
…and yes these tales will be told by us both
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