Monday, May 25
Today in my Marketing class, we were devising strategic ads for specified products.
Based on either humor, repetition or just plain annoying, and we were asked to analyze and talk about our favorite commercials ever.
Lo and behold! i could not come up with a single decent Ad i could share with the class, because, guess what? my favorite commercials are either chocolate commercials with half nude men scantily covered or condom Ads.
i said it
is it only me or has anyone noticed that Condoms (after Chocs of course) have the funniest commercials on TV?
well and for some reason, i always stumble across them- for a reason i dunno... yet?
or a hunger for something different
anyway back to Choc Ads...
my topmost favorite is the Sexiest Ad for the Sweetest thing
that's just for the record
i kinda like hilarious commercials, humor based Ads than anything.
The type that kinda make you wonder what the Ad is about and when it gets to the end you go like " are you kidding me?"
And as everyone knows funny things are usually the sexist, racist or stereotyped ones, so i wasn't ready to share my private jokes with the class (syke!!!)
so i had to think of the plainest Ads i had ever seen that managed to get a smile from me
so i finally settled for a Nike commercial the Hot dogs one
everyone thought that was hilarious
and in my mind i was like "if only u knew... i just goggled it 3minutes ago"
nevertheless i enjoyed it.
i mean, who wouldn't think the guy was trying to save the Cart
but ketchup?? okay really i did not see that coming
but anywhere there you are!
Sunday, May 24
Today my post (inspired by http://whatnigerianwomendealwith.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-tattoo-he-is-permanent.html) is called Tattoo
Names wont be down only initials to save the not-so-innocent
All relationships (including those you deny leave some sorta mark on you whether you admit it or not)
so am gonna make a list of guys (and maybe girls) that have taught me a lesson or three in the years past
B.A and all 'royal crew', former neighbors... they left a tattoo in my mind barely 13 then, watched them change their girls like tee shirts, tossed them around and without knowing i just saw guys as human species not meant to be trusted
A.U mister fine guy, my 1st serious toaster, he left a tattoo, still can't decipher what.
U.I my high school crush and he never knew! he left a tattoo of a pen on my right hand, he was a beautiful writer wrote da most amazing things, funny enough i started writing cos of him, we were friends, he was 'prom-king material' and we talked about everything except us, we had da same problems and different solutions
U.B my birthday mate and best friend, became friends when i was 17 but i never met him until 3 years later... he left a tattoo on me... somewhere on my head, my forehead taught me to believe in myself and to care for other peoples feelings
M.M my first love, first kiss, first (and only) i-hate-how-much-i-love-you, he left a tattoo on my neck, nobody sees it, even me, except when am alone, looking at da mirror, then i touch my neck and smile
J.M my girlfriend, left a tattoo i after all the crying i did for her, with her
i will not make the same mistakes that you did i will not break the way you did you fell so hard
i promised myself i was never gonna let a guy hurt me da way she hurt, the way she cried
F.M my tweeny and her boyfriend A.Y made me believe in true love, the unconditional type
A.Q her new boyfriend made me change my perspective on the 'forever kinda love'
C.B made me realise that some people can just fall deeply in love with you for no reason at all
sweetness wouldnt be sweetness without all these people...
who messed up my sweet naive mind
made me run from what i thot i cud avoid
Friday, May 22
This week was my best in a long while
Had a holiday on Monday
the golf fund raising dinner on Tuesday
worked late till past 11pm
slept with a migraine (yeah its back)
woke up 4 hours later to review for my accounting test
classes on Wednesday were fab
The test was great
The meeting with my boss went well yesterday
I learned how to make flambes!
unfortunately i cant eat them cos they have alcohol
but who cares? i had lots of ice cream instead with lovely cherry toppings while everyone else enjoyed the flambes...
Nikolay is teaching me Russian :)
nd Anastasia and myself have been inserting little words like privet, pa'ka :)
oh well just da basics, dont worry in 3 months i will be sending you postcards from Russia
anyway am so happy its friday
am gonna watch a movie in ma room tonight
read a novel... pamper myself and all that
hmmm... facebook is becoming boring
oh yes i wanna watch The Game... again
right now am watching Gossip girl
So today i feel like sharing a beautiful recipe with you
one of my very favorite desserts
A cherry flambe jubilee
A flambe is any food that has liquor poured on it and ignited to burn off the alcohol and give it a flavour
for this particular one you'll need
- cherries (preferably canned cherries from your grocery store)
- sugar (about a table spoon)
- butter ( a full tablespoon scoop)
- cherry liqueur
- An orange cut in half
MAKE SURE YOU STAND BACK AS YOU RETURN THE PAN because there is going to be a huge flame which is da best part of the show :-p
pour a little cherry brandy over it for some flavour and serve over ice cream
When your mind is a mess
So is mine
I cant sleep
Cause it hurts when I think
My thoughts aren't at peace
With the plans that we make
Chances we take
They're, not yours and not mine
There's waves that can break
All the words that we say
And the words that we mean
Words can fall short
Can't see the unseen
Cause the world is awake
And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way
Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep
And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together
Wednesday, May 20
While getting ready today, this interesting news on TV caught ma attention. "A pair of twin baby boys were miraculously born with DIFFERENT fathers." no way you are kidding me right?
But it is true, eleven-month-old Justin and Jordan Washington were born seven minutes apart but, in an amazing twist of fate, they are only half-brothers. (at this point i was like WTF?!)
Their mother, name withheld (but if you insist its Mia) upon questioning said she had an affair with an unidentified man :-p.The truth came out when Mia visited Clear Diagnostics DNA Lab after noticing that the twins had different facial features.
And yours truly, *sweetness* decided to do a little medical check on that and i found out that it could indeed happen, but dear reader, you won't be reading about a case like this again... definately not in this lifetime because it happens only once in a (cant remember the fraction here, but oh well...i won't insult your intelligence am sure you understand)
Twins with separate fathers is called superfecundation. For this to happen, medics (no no not the ones in the picture above) say two things have to happen:
1. You have to ovulate twice (dizyogtic).
2. You have to have sex with different men within a couple of days of ovulation. This can be either on the same day or some days apart, as sperm can survive for many days. Multiple ovulations happen in about 1% or more of all ovulations, more so when you take ovulation-inducing medications.
How often a woman has sex with different men on the same day or within a couple of days of each other is anyone's guess.
am not judgemental so... but i was just wondering
*...and on da side...*
i was looking for a perfect pic for this post and voila! Greys Anatomy came up (ding!) ha bless, love triangles dont get betta than those in ma favoryt show ;)
a girls gotta lurv it
Monday, May 18
"why are you doing this to me?"
if i had a penny for every time i hear this...
so how do i start? maybe by telling you not to judge me because i honestly don't know why i do the things i do
its a classic story, its always a classic story
a happy story with sad endings
and i don't wanna do this anymore
every time i feel like i am gonna fall in love with you i start to dig for ugly things
and if i don't find any, then you are too good to be true, and i begin to shut you out
crawling back into my shell, making excuses not to talk to you, not to see you
giving you reasons to hate me
creating reasons to hate you, because i don't wanna get hurt
i am living a lie, if it hurts then why don't i stop?
maybe i have gotten so used to the pain, i don't feel it anymore
and i can't tell nobody how i feel
am doing it again
angry for no reason, not talking to you for one reason
why do you love me?
and the tiny voice in my head asking "does he really love you"
"is this a dare"
"is he recording the phone calls"
"why does he want ALL those pictures"
"what does he tell his friends"
"why does he even love you"
i should have that label on ma forehead
because i just can't trust you
enough to kiss you with my eyes shut...
and i hate me doing this to you, i know it kills you
hell it kills me too
am just hoping am gonna piss you off enough so you leave
because i am not strong enough to tell you to leave
i just wanna take your hand in mine and put it close to my heart
do you feel this heart beating
with fear and uncertainty
when "am not sure" becomes the only thing you are sure of
it has become a routine
staying in my shell
da knocking gets louder
and eventually it fades away
but before that, the question comes
"why are you doing this?"
and i say i don't know
and i really don't know why i do it
but i do it
again and again
I am thinking... my accounting test for next tomorrow, and the golf fund raising dinner for tomorrow... hybrid assignments due tonight
I am thankful for... each new day and the good times along with the challenges that each new day brings us. Ultimately what doesn't break us only happens makes us stronger. I am thankful for my family
From the kitchen... dinner with be rice salad, chicken souvlaki
I am wearing... white shorts and a pink tee
I am reading... Accounting by Jeffery Slater and Cupid Inc. by Michelle Bardsley
I am hoping... that my meeting with my boss will go well on tuesday
I am creating... a workout plan for myself
I am praying... that everything goes well.
Around the house... everyone seems to be awake, not that am really sure, but the washing machine is on, so someones doing laundry.
One of my favorite things... is just being able to sit quietly and have some time out for myself to gather my thoughts.
A few plans for the rest of the week... complete my marketing blog, well not complete, write more in my marketing blog, i wanna wash my hair and style it as well and study some more. oh i also have to go grocery shopping
Here is a thought I am sharing with you... always be yourself
Sunday, May 17
Something that i hold so dearly to my heart is the project white.
i think i was sixteen years then, full of so much hate for something i knew nothing about. Angry at myself and everybody and nobody in particular, filled with mixed emotions, never trusting a single soul, building my facade, smiling and lying that everything was alright when it wasn't but i kept thinking to myself, if i close my eyes just a little while longer someday it won't hurt.
At sixteen, i was a loner, i still am, the only difference is that now i have people i call friends
At sixteen, i was still trying to fit in
At sixteen, i believed i was overweight
At sixteen, i knew too much for a sixteen year old
At sixteen, i was too quiet for a teenage girl with just a year to finish high school
And alas, it was on one of those rainy days, sitting on the chair right in front of my little reading table with all my school books neatly arranged on it, a James Hadley Chase lying on the table, my assignments completed and packed in my school bag, my lunch untouched, and my attention outside the window.
I can't recall how it started but suddenly there i was, thinking to my self that i needed to burn out all the negative energy i had so i sat down and wrote a list of 10 do's and dont's
* thou shall not hate
*thou shall not envy
* thou shall stop being sarcastic
*thou shall mean everything you say
*thou shall comment positively
*when u cant think of anything positive to say, thou shall keep thy mouth shut
*thou shall smile more
*thou shall build a stronger relationship with your family
*thou shall stop reading books about serial killers
*thou shall look for the brighter side of everything/good side of every being
And i promised myself i was gonna abide by all my self made rules
and i did. Oh well except for sarcasm, i mean what was i even thinking when i wrote that, being sarcastic is like food to my soul... and oh yeah the books about serial killers, yeah oh well... um okay yeah i did cut down the amount of sex and violence i read about, to resume 3 weeks later.
i became a better person over the years. it wasn't easy, i must admit that at a particular point in my life i forced myself not to find anything funny so its weird now that people describe me as funny... i like it anyway
because before project white i put the Grey in rainbows.
Looking back at everything now
i know just enough for someone my age
i like the reflection i see in the mirror
on the whole, i am so content with the life i am living
and for some reason when i am alone, i think of that little sixteen year old, with the shy smile, a mad craze for books and i wonder if she was someone i knew, someone i met on a long bus ride, someone that almost didn't exist, someone that exists only in my diary.
And i miss her, i wonder how her teenage years would have been if she hadn't experienced all that, if she was in a different place, if she saw herself through my eyes, or the eyes of the people around her.
but that is a different story
i dont know if you know how it feels to wake up after sleeping for two days, a dreamless, drug less stupor. And u wake up not feeling your fingers, feeling so light and i must say at this point that i don't do alcohol. so why do i feel like i have a hangover? (however that feels)
i get up, walk to the washroom, look at the mirror, blink, turn on the water, splash cold water on my face, look up again and shes still there, the sixteen year old, staring back at me, unsmiling
its on one of these days, earthlings refer to me as me as moody me on one of my numerous mood swings
when everything reminds me of years past
when i remember not to trust
when i talk with caution
and am afraid to listen to you, because i just might start to believe all i hear
and i might start breaking things - again
something my project white cured years ago
but like drugs
bad habits die hard
and like anorexia, u never feel the same even when the theraphy is over
so pardon me, if i smile and it doesn't reach my eyes
my double personality disorder
rears its ugly head up in the most unexpected places
Tuesday, May 12
Wednesday, May 6
If you haven’t guessed by now I, dear reader, am a Muslim. The only ‘religion-of-the-book’ that, for all the trying of its pseudo-leaders, has not yet shunned half its following into the cold, palmy grip of atheism. Ultimately, I have to agree with the Big Guy that sex should be more than the forgettable strand of meet, drink, penetrate, and squirt that the vast majority of men (heteros and homos alike) have decided to make it. I’m not necessarily waiting for it to play out like an Olsen twins film, nor am I necessarily waiting for marriage (though that is an option). I’m just saying I don’t want to be bamboozled Spike Lee style.
As I see it, I have one of two options. A: The Frosh-girl route or some less-humiliating-but-equally-depressing variation thereof. You know what I’m talking about. The fresh-from-Toronto girl in the bathroom of 737 screaming to her friend, “Ohmigod, I TOTALLY lost my virginity to him and now he doesn’t even know my name!” Her friend’s genius advice: “Whatever!! Just get really drunk and be like, ‘I don’t care!’” Wow. Is this what feminism was all about? Because Gloria Steinem and I did not sign up for this shit.
Which brings us to option B: dating other virgins. Shockingly, these moys – the man-boy species unique to university campuses – do exist and they’re not all living in their mother’s basements sending anthrax through the mail (take note: that was y’all white folks). There’s only one problem: mostly they’re too damn conservative. Granted, I pray five times a day and fast during Ramadan, but I’m not about to start wearing a hijab just to be considered a “woman of virtue.” I cover my hair. sometimes.I’m also not going to dump my gay bestfriends. I am a lady of virtue enough.
there is more to a relationship than sex.
sex, that's for my next post
I never imagined that school could get this hectic just two days after resumption! I used to complain that i did not have enough time for myself, now i don't even have time, as in t-i-m-e.
okay so what's new in my life?
no first of all what has been getting my attention?
umm... on the news stands H1N1, Swine flu has changed name. Number of death cases is on the increase.
Kim Kardashian has cellulite, and that's news? imagine? people should leave that babe alone, shes human... just human. To more relevant things, my job is going on fine, school is even better... but very hectic.
Anyway its all good.
* Story of the day
Yesterday i woke up feeling very lazy, that's what staying up late, watching wolverine with friends and making so much noise, nobody hears the phone ringing does to you, ohh i digress, as i was saying, i woke up, spent longer than usual in the shower, more time than necessary dressing up, when i finally decided that i had spent enough time shuffling and pacing around my room i decided to go catch my bus.
then, the devil, okay now stop, the devil had nothing to do with this, i decided to follow a different route because i thought it was 'shorter' so my early morning walk to my stop, that was usually 3 minutes took me 41 minutes. I am not kidding, 41 minutes. 21 minutes wwalking to this 'stop' i couldn't find and another 20 minutes walking back to my original stop, thinking... i need starbucks!
*moral of the story* the shortest route is not always the best route
on something more interesting, my friend got back from england yesterday with his boyfriend, it was so good to see him after what? 10 days? he is going to NY tomorrow, so he is officially resuming school next week
I think i am becoming weird, either i am losing my touch or am losing IT, whatever IT is.
I can't read novels anymore, and that dear reader is s-a-d
i just pick or buy one, start reading the first page, flip to the middle, go to the last, then i read the reviews again and i drop it on the shelf along with the rest of my 'unread collection'
sad huh? i know
secondly, i can't watch movies to the end - aloneT
Friday, May 1
i haven't blogged in a while and that's because i have been unusually tired
anyway i was in the elevator yesterday going back to work from lunch and i realized that i wanted to kiss in an elevator!
but i really want to
of course he has to be a fiiiiine brother, my boyfriend, husband, crush woteva
but the deal is i wanna kiss in an elevator before i die :-)
well right now i don't know the kinda kiss i want it to be, maybe the relaxed, easygoing kiss that continues after the elevator stops, and the doors open and close again and you don't care because you are so into the kiss and who you are kissing, or... the fierce hurried kiss that breaks off as soon as da ding of the elevator sounds and the people coming in don't realise the steamy business that was going on... hmmm i can't decide yet. but the bottom case is i-wanna-kiss-in-an-elevator!
while i was creating different scenarios for my first elevator kiss i also decided that i wanted to kiss in the rain (sad as it is, i have never done that) so, now i have said it. I, sweetness would like to be kissed by my one true love in the pouring rain... hmmmm
i really should stop reading historical romance and get rid of those temptations, desire and blaze... those books