The Simple Life

I've grown weary of chasing 'big dreams'. I think I shall drop out of school, hide out as an illegal immigrant in this country, have babies for a caucasian male, and claim benefits. 

Now all I have to do is work out all the possible hardships involved and how best to avoid them.

Who says the simple life is completely stress-free?

:(

MONO-BLOGGY... Blogging is so dope!

i.e. Monopolosied blogging.

Three posts in less than 24 hours is more borderline obsession than anything else, but there you go! The curse of social sites misintepreted = I own this blog and all who read my rambings. Have you read all 3 then? :-) 

I belong to a (surprisingly) large class of intelligent humans who like to blog. Unsurprisingly, every individual in this 'niche' thinks they're special. And they are. All one hundred thousand trillion of us.

This isn't a new phenomenom if truth be told. Actually, the only thing phenomenal about it is just how unoriginal it all is. 

Fashion, the eccentric lot don't follow a trend. God forbid that they wear the same thing with all the other boring people. I should know. I try to be one of 'them'. Our Mantra >> The none-conformist follower! Our reasoning>>If I'm bright, wear mismatched, usually oversized clothing and ugly shoes, this should show just how individualistic I am. How so? Because all of London's underground who wear this uniform are all individuals in their own right. We all copy our ilk who've 'made it' in the fashion world [think those beautiful little harajuku ladies, Kanyezee, Aggy Dean] but ssshhhhh... we're not following any trends if noone knows our source.. We could have fooled ourselves too if the world hadn't caught on and made a trend of our 'none-trend'. Oops! Did I just let slip a public secret? No?

 

                                      

Enter the geeks. At the day's end, we need to be honest with ourselves. Every other gadget produced every other day is only 'that little bit' more advanced than its predecessor and one can just download the upgrade surely? But every new toy is the best in the industry and a revolution. *Yawn* Been there, I'll get the t-shirt when I've got the money okay?

                          

Television. I heard D'banj, Nigerian's very own, was doing one of those kiss-the-jail-bird series...You know, the one where you keep the participants locked up for time hoping to guage traits that [if you ask me] are probably feigned and unrealistic/boring anyway... I heard this and cannot deny, I was pleasantly surprised. But it lead me to think, is anything we're doing BRAND NEW?? And are we ever going to find something totally brandnew to call Our Own. i.e. the 21st century was the age when this life altering so and so was discovered/invented. 

My generation and I aren't the only followers though we are the worst kind of repeat offenders. We follow every single thing. Photography, blogging, even this sudden desperation to seem 'learned' (more on this later). What happened to The Simple Life? And who went and started 'the following' without consulting the rest of us?

Anyway, I've christened my era, The Age Of the Following...

I'm on a learning curve. Hopefully I'll lead to lead by following.

I should sue this guy tho... "Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal." - Arthur Schopenhauer

IM IN LOVE :-(

This is why I cannot study!

I'm in love... As you all know, when people -particularly women- fall in love, they morph into these irritating romantics, completely ignoring reality. I'm female no less, so I consider it my right to indulge in this 'fun' side (happy days!). So rather than study (the more reasonable step given my circumstances), I've decided to pour out my heart... bccause it said it loved me too...

For the one I Heart:

There was a little igbo girl from Anambra.

She was completely oblivious to the world around her.

Until one day, long after she'd got her first bra,

Her mom decided her baby needed to get smart.

So Little Girl went abroad, to a different part,

Where she met The one who stole her Heart.

He came complete with hearing aids [earphones] for all her worries,

and his touchscreeny goodness [all 8GB] wasn't easily sullied.

so she taught him useful skills [Apple MAC, courtesy]

And he rewards her with a steady stream [music on loop] of lovey dovey.

Love always, Your Owner.. MIMS

Hopefully one day i'll get serious enough to write an actual post about something like world peace or politics or something but until then... I'm just living like everyone should. One day at a time. Easy.

Or not!

humbled ko? humbled ni!! I'm the shit and you all are flies.... lol. i kid i kid, i joke i joke.

This is the product of boredom and listening to rap music. I've picked up a few lines as well. Par exemple, 'we are in the same age bracket but you are NOT my peer'- these are actually wise words from a decent man. More on that later... Yes, I've joined the throngs of cussing, tattoo-getting, 'bitch' dissing young black males tryin' to be cool. And this madness, so I wouldn't have to study for my exams which begin in ... wait for it ... three days! Needless to say, I haven't done any revision. 

Which brings me to my point(s) today. How is it that I'm listening to all these arrogant men with too much money and [usually] no formal education telling me about their 'struggle' and how they like to spend their money? Worse, I'm learning their 'flow'... Ask me to do same with my school work and "I'll be staring atchu like, is you trippin' dawg??'' Even worse, I'm starting to feel like I need to be poor to become successful. Damn!

Forget the rappers and their many influences though. I find a way to distract myself everytime I've got exams looming. Last semester, twas a mild obsession with fashion design and the quest to become model thin. The term before, it was the need for social recognition i.e. extreme partying and skipping school to hang out with the 'cool kids'. Now, music is my saviour? Or shall I blame blogville? Afterall, I am blogging when I should be studying :-)

I'm not studying though. And like last semester and the semester before... I'm going to ace my exams. Hate all you want. I live for moments like these. :-) On the level tho' -the rappers' effect again- the human mind is sumfin'. It assimilates and reproduces ridiculous quantities of data. All it needs is instructions. I've instructed mine to work under pressure. I've been polishing my art [procrastinating] for so long that I know my breaking point and know how to get around it. Seriously. Try this little experiment when it's not lifechanging. The next time you've got something important to do, say, a term paper. Don't. Just leave it till 30 mins or so before it's due [depending on how much work you've got]. Get ready to hand in your work. Start thinking about the work. You'll be surprised at how many ideas flow and the speed with which they come to you. The End [of the experiment]

DISCLAIMER:

For those whose daddies might try and shut down my blog for being honest [think 'Jamie Spears vs BreatheHeavy.com'], do not try this at home.

This, like all other experiments, depends on reactants, participants and other such irritating variables.

Note from the author:

Last semester and the semester before, I didn't sleep throughout the duration of my exams. This semester I'm upping my insomnia inducing prescription (caffeine??) and starting my revision in 5...4...

as you probably already guessed, this is a random post. I'm bored/ procrastinating...

..3...2...

zzzzz...

LEARNING TO WRITE AGAIN...

I love to talk. 

I love to listen to myself talk. 

I love the atention my loud husky voice demands from those unfortunate enough to be within earshot.

I am fundamentally selfish and not afriad if people know.

I read. More than I need to, but not necessarily what I should be reading.

In this way, I stumbled on blogville almost a year ago.

To think that the authors of these blogs are people in my generation taking control of their lives, making their contributions to society... I stand in awe of the level of creativity here on blogville.

In summary, I am humbled...