OK, so I've left you all lonesome for a little while but I'm back... All ranty and ragey as ever. See normally i don't ever overly personal (yeah, cause telling you about every girl I've ever dated aint personal) but I s'pose if I want to "connect" with my audience i need to give some details.
Hmmm, you see i just got this new job and it's quite tasking cause i have to pretty much be ahead of the game, need to up my socializing (or schmoozing which always sounds nicer) skills and be more of a sales person. Its quite tough because I'm used to sitting behind a desk all day designing stuff, but know i have to learn how to push, how to meet a celeb (well Naija does have those too you know) and talk to them like they were anyone else. I've done it before, although then i didn't know the person was a celebrity, but know its more serious. Any way my point here is that I've been busy, not busy "not doing anything cause I'm in a lazy mood" but actually busy busy.
Now that's out of the way, how are you? whats been going on? You been eating your fruit and veg?.... OK really, the reason I'm here typing is that i wanted to ask you all something.... You remember being a kid right? (wasn't so long ago for some but lets move on) Those days we really had no worries, except whose house we're gonna destroy after school and if maggi cube would actually taste like choco milo... But then we all couldn't just wait to be grown ups. I'm gonna be a pilot, I'm gonna be a doctor, I'm gonna be an actor....well that last one was me. And as you can see, i didn't exactly follow through on that one. Fair enough there's a tape some were in this big ol' world of me singing and dancing on stage during a production of Oliver Twist but if that was my five minutes of fame? me thinks i peaked way too early.
But hey, a lot of people stuck to their guns and got where they wanted to be. I know that Pilot and dude...how many doctors? But even if we didn't reach that final place we dreamed of in our lumber jack shirts and Doc Martins we are still here. Some didn't make it....
So here i sit, desk bound, s'pose to be doing research on Magazine companies in Nigeria and instead I'm talking to you. Doesn't that show you how i appreciate you? No? oh....well i do. We all had dreams as kids, life pushed us here and there and some of us clung to those dreams like a starving dog to a lamb chop whilst others kinda went with the flow of life and found themselves else were. It doesn't really matter, i think. Because when you pull out the magnifying glass and take a close look...even those that got just what they wanted may not be that happy. Life is all about give and take and the sooner we realize that sometimes the "give" is more than the "take" the sooner we'll all be happy.
I wanted to be an actor and know I'm a business analyst...who would have thought? But the good thing is that i can see my life taking shape so I'm happy and i know my inner child (who seems to be more outer child sometimes) is happy with that.
are u?
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
we should all come with labels on...
As per usual I was thinking (yes it does happen on occasion) and well wouldn't the world be a better place if we all had the appropriate labels attached to our ikkle booties when we're born? I'm not talking about the obvious "boy" or "girl" although some parents would have been saved a lot of stress if they saw a "girl" label on the bouncing (yet soon to be flaming) baby boy.
What I'm on about is the fact that we all never really know anyone...not even our brothers or sisters who tormented us our entire lives. But this wouldn't be the case if when you were three you saw amongst you brothers baby pics a label which read; "caution: this child will allways believe he's right. He should be kept away from open flames and will be prone to throwing sharp objects to see who's stupid enough to catch them. Be warned, if not a last child, others will be locked in cupboards and fed sand"
Ok I know a lot of you are wondering which one of my brothers I'm talking about here....I mixed a bunch of stuff up so stop.
With that said, just think about how easy meeting girls would be? "Caution: not good with alcohol, will cheat on first few boyfriends, is great with her hands, never leave alone in crowded places". That would just be awesome (not for her first few victims of course but by now you should be on the same page as me...or at least the same chapter.
This little rant came to me the other day when I was reading the cautions on a drug I got. It was kinda worrying, as I got this drug to help me feel better and here was a lovely list of things that "could" go wrong. So in my head I was reading "this drug is good but you've heard of russian roulette right?...well those are the kind of odds you've got here...you either get better or have blurred vision and maybe lose you sight all together, but hey, you were warned right?" Yeah now I really feel like taking it.
So that's what usually happens with people too, you hear rave reviews about how funny they are or how beautiful but like I said...there's no frickin caution label on. No, "he has really, really bad breath, but is sure to make you laught" or no "she is gorgeous but wait till she smiles and you see the jaggered rocks hidden within oh and just so you know, she thinks tylanol is the panadol they use in thiahand"
But I guess suck is life, we make choices and in turn have to live with them, its just like this poster I saw "they say life is short so live every day to the fullest...you may get hit by a bus tomorrow" and yeah we've all heard that but then it goes on to say "that's bulshit, life is preety damn long and the chances of you being hit by a bus are slim, so just remember, those choices you make, you're gona have to live with them for a long ass time" and its true. Remember when you were 6? Exactly...that was a frickin long time ago...and we're spose to live till we're 70...you do the math.
All I'm saying is if we came with labels a lot of the guess work would be done for us. But then I'm just ranting as I sit in this lobby waiting for a meeting so take what you will.
Later.
What I'm on about is the fact that we all never really know anyone...not even our brothers or sisters who tormented us our entire lives. But this wouldn't be the case if when you were three you saw amongst you brothers baby pics a label which read; "caution: this child will allways believe he's right. He should be kept away from open flames and will be prone to throwing sharp objects to see who's stupid enough to catch them. Be warned, if not a last child, others will be locked in cupboards and fed sand"
Ok I know a lot of you are wondering which one of my brothers I'm talking about here....I mixed a bunch of stuff up so stop.
With that said, just think about how easy meeting girls would be? "Caution: not good with alcohol, will cheat on first few boyfriends, is great with her hands, never leave alone in crowded places". That would just be awesome (not for her first few victims of course but by now you should be on the same page as me...or at least the same chapter.
This little rant came to me the other day when I was reading the cautions on a drug I got. It was kinda worrying, as I got this drug to help me feel better and here was a lovely list of things that "could" go wrong. So in my head I was reading "this drug is good but you've heard of russian roulette right?...well those are the kind of odds you've got here...you either get better or have blurred vision and maybe lose you sight all together, but hey, you were warned right?" Yeah now I really feel like taking it.
So that's what usually happens with people too, you hear rave reviews about how funny they are or how beautiful but like I said...there's no frickin caution label on. No, "he has really, really bad breath, but is sure to make you laught" or no "she is gorgeous but wait till she smiles and you see the jaggered rocks hidden within oh and just so you know, she thinks tylanol is the panadol they use in thiahand"
But I guess suck is life, we make choices and in turn have to live with them, its just like this poster I saw "they say life is short so live every day to the fullest...you may get hit by a bus tomorrow" and yeah we've all heard that but then it goes on to say "that's bulshit, life is preety damn long and the chances of you being hit by a bus are slim, so just remember, those choices you make, you're gona have to live with them for a long ass time" and its true. Remember when you were 6? Exactly...that was a frickin long time ago...and we're spose to live till we're 70...you do the math.
All I'm saying is if we came with labels a lot of the guess work would be done for us. But then I'm just ranting as I sit in this lobby waiting for a meeting so take what you will.
Later.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)