Rant # 2 - am not feeling this

I did say I'd do this again, so I'm back for another people bashing on language and its misuse.

So come the shorthand nonsense, obviously follows those that do not understand the simple rules of grammar. I'm not talking about the ones that show off that they have a high vocab standard, theres nothing wrong with that. If you've got it, flaunt it. I fo one, would like to speak like the Wole Soyinkas one day. Not like the academics in Business, Law, or Psychology Journals (to name a few)that feel the need to use one big word after every preposition in their sentence.

This is an example:

Thus instead of wrenching unions from context and treating them as an exogeneous determinant of productivity, the best work has sought to recontextualize their social practices and view them as one element in a complex parallelogram of market, technological and institutional forces determining outcomes in production.

Tell me, if you know nothing of unions and productivity, does this help you in any way?

HISS

Anyways I'm not talking about the over-sabis.

Im talking about those that missed primary 2 and 3, when we were being taught the preliminaries of the English Language.

I know people will say, ehn but English is not our first language. Please that is the lamest excuse ever, because English is the language of the world. The world trades in English, the world communicates in English..hence there is no argument there. If we are anti-westernisation, then why do we strive so hard to gain their education? why?Why didnt we all just stick to our farming and hunting, as opposed to becoming civilized. If we dont want to speak English, then we shouldnt. I will teach my child Yoruba o, dont get me wrong, but he will learn the English equally well.

Forget people who have gone to 'jakande' schools or what ever, I understand, they may have received second hand education, but I tell you , half of them do not come out writing like this.

The one I see the most, that makes me cringe, that can make me lose interest in a guy once I see it, the one that makes me scream my head off is 'am' for i'm... but as in, really?

Why???? why?

I'm not saying Nigeriansare the only ones that do it, so dont get me wrong, alot of other people do it but I think its just not right. I understand the mistake once or twice, but there are people that just cant stop using it that way.

I have the memory of a fish so I cant list the ones Ive seen, but Im sure you guys know what Im on about.

Indecent Exposures III

Considering I have 3 posts on indecent exposures, one would think I must be some recluse, suffering from the trauma of having been exposed one too many times.


Well in this context, I havent actually been visibly exposed, its more of 'hearing', which kind of builds up to an image you really wouldnt want to 'see'.

So do you live with married adults?
Parents?
Brother maybe?
Or sister, or aunt, probably uncle?

Erm, has it crossed your mind once or twice on how they erm 'make babies'?
If it hasnt, now it has. (Evil grin).

Well unfortunately for me, "I've been hearing too much of it lately". I need ear plugs and a not so imaginative mind.

HELP!

Rant # 1 - Shrt Hnd.

I HATE IT!!!

I hate shorthand.

If you went to secondary school in Nigeria and did Business Studies, then you'd remember the stupidity in doing that part of the subject. Drawing lines in place of words, and by the end of writing a few sentences, your 'reporter's note' resembled something out of a very posh nursery school where the 3 year olds had learnt to chicken scratch in a very systematic way or looked like some rubbish being labelled as post-modern art nowadays.

I'm actually not talking about that. I'm talking about the way we have resorted to sending our text messages, or the more annoying one, the way we chat on msn or wherever.

am nt sayn dat I dnt use shrt hnd, bt nt as ridiculsly as dis.

Notice the I'm has become 'am'? And 'as' and 'use' seemingly the only correct words in that sentence . But, that one is a post for another day.

Back to short hand...I don't understand why we do this. For sms messages, I understand we want to cramp as many words as we can into one message, but then chatting too? Is it because you want to type much faster? I think it makes you type much slower.
Even I do the occasional 'n' for and or 'r' for are, but the things like 'lyk for like is just ridiculous or mess'd for messed...erm sorry what is the apostrophe for? Isnt it a character for that same character that you are trying to avoid typing?

It is absolutely disgusting....

I get so many messages from naija that I find so hard to decipher mainly because every other word is in shorthand. why have we become so lazy to write and talk properly? I spoke to one of my friends about it because hers is just too much for me to handle and she said to me that it has affected her writing in general...worse still that she is a graduate soon to be going into employment and writing reports proposals. It is that bad that she cant separate the two styles of writing and it has become part of her.

Anyone feel me or disagree?

Ps: I am not directly attacking anyone o!!

Live from London...Tales from home.

Reporting from...somewhere in London.


***Yes I'm home for Easter and I cant say these kids are doing my head in, cos Ive missed them die, so I'll have to deal with it.
Suffice to say I'm supposed to find out if trade unions reduce productivity and write a 4k word paper on it. Point of the story is, its not getting anywhere, as in

who gives a f*** if you fumble because you are in a union, the bottom line is if you don't deliver, you get sacked. End of story!!

I think I should just copy and paste the 3 lines above, about 4,000 times and cross my fingers and hope for an A. The lecturer's justification for that A should be, showing acts of 'rebellion'♦ Thats what the world needs. Then show me off to the rest of the 400 students in my class and say to them, believe!!!!

***A disadvantage of being back home - I have to be fully clothed. At uni, I sleep naked mostly, even though I live with 3 boys ( And no, they wont dare)...I just hate clothes. I think we should all boycot PJ's and sleep in our skins. Trust me, its bliss. You sleep better.

Plus-*I sleep better when someone watches me sleep* Now I cant help it.


***New improvements- Popcorn is now pronounced poh-orn by the 2yr old in my house...Dont ask me how that pronunciation came about, but now I find myself saying it. I hope people don't laugh at me in public when it slips out.


***My Post is leaning on the random side today. My apologies - but randomness is now the way forward, followed by razzness, in form of the Jenifa syndrome.
If you don't know about Baba Tee and Teksy, then you are missing out on a major phase of your generation. You will lack tales to tell your grandkids and it will be a traumatising experience for them when kids their age, know about the craze in their grandfather/mother's time and still say 'ama see saw at the gest togedas' and yours dont.
Do you want that for them? ...No?... Then get on the train!!

You know, as in, its like, my posh, finishing school bred sister now calls me Franca and answers her kids with a 'yelz' and says 'housh' when the oil spills out of the frying pan.
It is a way of life.
The world is changing...are you changing with it?

People, how have you been? (This is me avoiding the fact that, yet again, I have been away for too long)

YAY!!!

I know I've been MIA. Sorry, but the major excuse is done and gone now. Yes that Disso has been handed in...please pray for me o. Nothing less than a first for my hardwork (please let me be optimistic) thank you!!!

So the work was handed in on friday, I thought of a way to celebrate, I went home to SLEEP! Not to say Ive been lacking so much of it, but it was good to be able to sleep during the day, I tell you it's bliss!

Next day, saturday, I packed my things and headed for London. I got invited to Notes and Swag. For those in Jand, you'd know it was the show that that saw the invasion of M.I, the mister incredible himself, and those who know me outside of blogger will know that I love him die!!! *You can't see me but I'm there like your eye-brow*...CHAI!!
So anyways...the weekend turned out to be SHYTE, for reasons I refuse to blog about, but still, I will use the show as the highlight of the weekend. Though the people I went with were ANNOYING ME...oh my God! HOW CAN PEOPLE BE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO razz OH MY DAYZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As in????

Anyways the show was meant to start at 6pm, erm it didnt start till 10:30pm. Yes 10.30pm. Nigerian timing to the CORE!!!!! So during MI's performace, pink and ruffles had to do their own showcase of some funky lingerie...hmmm I fear o!!! Those things were serious. Even me as a girl, I bow!
Though, now I can put a face to the pink and ruffles designer.. (she used to be a blogger).

Oh and Agama Label....I want oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm starting a fundraiser to get a short sleeved and long sleeved one...or betterstill, just be nice and get me one as a birthday pressie. You know you love me xoxox

MI's performance was banging, and he didnt just do any lip synching...nah he did his stuff! But my guy short! He cute though....his big words for a small MAN...ME LIKEY!! Oh and I met him, got introduced to him whilst I was standing jejely in my corner, waiting for my razzite friends to compose themselves so we could fade.

Oh and did I mention that naija girls are ANNOYING!!!!! So one of the songs started and I swear they were WAITING, as soon as it started, they all jumped on stage to GRIND on the poor little guy! SHET! Naiaja girls, no DECENCY!

Anyways, looks like I might be heading to London again this weekend...let the fun begin. Of my 3 years in uni, this is the first time Im going out in London...I've left it too late, but still, I'll make the most of it.

If you dont know, this is my guy spitting his stuff!!!

Why so serious?

I will admit, letting people know who you are makes it harder to express yourself, without fear. So many things you'd like to talk about, without having to think if one person or the other will come and ask why or where or for full details. Not to say I complain that I've met wonderful people even though half the time the white sheet comes with a dollop of black paint. It's life isnt it? They say shit happens.
Maybe I should revert back to my journal where I can safely purge it all out. Like sick, it just pushes its way out, of course with a little effort on my end, I heave every other second and it all comes pouring out. After I cant heave anymore and the sick is down the drains that are the pages of my diary, then I wash my face, close the diary and say to myself that I do feel better. That I have rid myself of the things that make me lie in bed and allow insecurity to eat me alive, starting with my self esteem and then working its way up to my paranoia, and then probably towards the direction of my sanity and by the end of a whole of 5 minutes, I can confidently say I feel like shit. But once again, there's that stream of guilt that seeps into my brain, leaves those little drops of information that remind me of the things I should be grateful for. That even though some aspects of my life are not that great at the moment, the others make me feel like the sun always shines on the other side of me. That the bird's squeaking sounds remind me that its the dawn of a new day. That the dry patches on the leaf indicate that the sun is here, dried off the dew that are the reminders of the previous night. That lights the corners of me that remain unlit, undiscovered and certainly untouched. Then I bask in the glory of illumination till the night comes again and the cycle begins all over again.

I lied...

....Once or maybe just half of one

1. My first kiss came just before I turned 21.
Just about 4 weeks before, and he wasnt even my boyfriend!

2. I can bend my forefinger backwards to touch the back of my hand.
I soooooo can and I would have put up a picture to prove it, only that people will cringe and never visit my blog again, for fear of seeing things that will make them pass out.

3. I play the keyboard.
I wish I did...I know the keys and all, plus I can manage to play something if I know the tonic solfa, but then it might start to sound like something from a scratched CD so, I wont even try.

Not one....But Two!!

Firstly, I'd like to say a big thank you to all of you who gave their support in the last few posts. I do appreciate all your help and kind words.

Now to business. I shall make this as random as I can cos I cant stand this tagging thing...I usually have to rack my brain to answer them, so KOE and Incog, thank you very much for putting me through this.

Plus, If I tag you and you've done this before, then I guess...well I dont know sha.

First one.

Rules...
1. You have to tell us 3 things about you, 2 truths and 1 lie

2. Link the person who tagged you.

3. Mention the rules in your blog.

4. Leave a comment on the blogs of those you have tagged

5. Tag 6 following bloggers, link them.


1. My first kiss came just before I turned 21.
2. I can bend my forefinger backwards to touch the back of my hand
3. I play the keyboard.


The other.

Where's ur cell phone?
Under my pillow.

Where's ur significant other?
Somewhere I guess

Your hair colour?
Gold.
I kid...black

Your mother?
I miss her to bits

Your father?
I'll get back to you.

Your favorite things:
I dont know.


Your dream last night?
Mizheif rand me up to talk about the 'shells' in my project.

Your dream goal?
Do I have one? I take life as it comes.

The room you're in?
My bedroom...I live in it.

Your hobby?
READ, READ READ....
I love music...listen and dance!

where u wanna be in six years?
Married.

Where were you last night?
At a friend's birthday party

What you're not?
LOUD!

One of your wish list items:
Ball Gown

Where you grew up?
Lere, Lagos, Nigeria.

Last thing you did?
Got out of bed.

What are you wearing?
Robe.

Your pet:
None.

Your computer?
Needs to be replaced.

Your mood:
Moody.

Your car?
None.

Something you're not wearing?
Shoes amongst others...shush you!

Favorite store?
Waterstones/Amazon

Your summer?
Same.

Love someone?
Love people more like

Your favorite colour?
Red...
No Brown..
Black maybe

Last time you laughed?
Last Night

Last time you cried?
Almost every night these days.

Are you a bitch?
I hope not...but then again Hell No!!!

Favorite pastime:
Lie in bed...daydream just before falling asleep.

Hater or lover:
Lover...who would claim the other?

Genuine or fake:
Once again, would you claim to be fake?

Any vices?
Naivety

Pro life or wire hanger:
I dont know o

Mccain or Obama:
Damn right Obama, who's the other guy?

Pro-plastic or natural:
:S

Dream job?
Mothering my children

Now the VICTIMS...
This is the fun part

Virgos Lounge
Bad Guy
Danny
KOE
BB The Lawyer
Seye

If you've been tagged for one before, means you're being tagged for the other, if not, then both! HAHA!

.....

No title
Thats cos I have nothing to say.
I noticed i'd been blogging on thursdays
Don't know why?
I just thought I didnt want to break that
But I still dont have anything to say.
Actually I do,
I cried today. I cried alot.
I dont know why.
Maybe I do,
Maybe they are just too many things to point at
I want to feel sorry for myself
But thats unfair to people who really should feel pity for themselves.
But I am still distraught
But maybe over unimportant things,
But still, they add up to the little happiness that I might feel.
I am between a rock and a hard place,
Actually I'm not.
Cos I dont have daunting decisions to make.
I'm just scared.
Scared of too many things.
The only one person I can talk to,
I cant talk about everything with.
So I have to deal with it on my own.
And that I will do, as I always have.
Well not entirely on my own.
There have been people
Not really actually,
they've just been there,
They USED to be there,
Not really done anything.
There were there to talk to, each about different things.
They are all gone. ALL.
Not all actually,
One person has been there,
No, two.
but I dont see Him, one.
Do I need to? I cant anyway even if I wanted to.
But I'd like to.
He knows EVERYTHING before I do
He knows EVERYTHING before they happen,
So we might as well talk about things
But then I dont know what to say.
I have nothing to say.
Should I have something to say?
I'm confused.

Finding me...

Recently, I ran into an old friend, and the first thing she said was, "you havent changed". I said to her, now that you've said that, I'd like you to please tell me how I was that I havent changed from.

Her statement made me a bit disappointed in myself that, perhaps I wasnt doing so much in line with my new year resolutions. Then again, its only the 22nd, I cant turn a new leaf in a second.

I consider myself to be a pretty nice person. At secondary school, I was usually the first to talk to that new student, however creepy he or she might look, considering how un-inviting the atmosphere of secondary school is and how unfriendly teenagers can get. After the person had warmed up to the class, I'd back out and leave the person be.
I wasnt much of a clique person. I spent alot of time with my juniors, mainly because when I started the school, there were less that 10 of us in each class and we all became friends, especially as the students in the class a year above mine refused to be friends with us.
Even after getting to final year at secondary school and becoming the senior prefect, I still didnt look down on my mates, let alone the junior ones, so much so that it used to piss the girls in my class off, that I was hob-nobbing with the 'juniors'.

Having said that, I had my boundaries. I had days where I would'nt say a word to anyone, maybe because I just didnt feel like it, or I'd had too much trouble at home, that it had changed my whole perception of my life.

I believe I am one to give more, in a relationship, be it with a girl or boy...(not that kind of relationship...silly). I worry over everything. The slightest change in the person's demeanour arouses my worry, and I always think it has something to do with me. It's never them, its me. I always feel the need to make sure that they are pleased with me, that I'm not being a pest and if they needed their space, all they need do was raise the hand and I'd be gone, though I'd still be around the corner, if I was needed.

I was talking to someone the other day and he said, ''you are always so emotionless'', another said, why are you always so cold? , another said, whats the matter, you seem to be so snappy these days?

Now, I am as confused as you are.

I know some will say, 'let them say', 'you are your own person', dont let people judge you.
Well honestly, however misconstrued people's judgements may be, theres always an iota of truth in it, right?

So this is my blogger 'honesty box'...
Pretend, I havent just biased your thinking with all of the above, as accuratley as you can, I want you to tell me what your impression of me is. From whatever it is you may have read, other posts, some of you that I may have spoken to, or even met.
Who is this person?



Here's Gloria Gaynor