I was reading one of my favorite blogs today when I bumped into a picture of Nigerian model Kwame. It were actually two pictures: one was a shirtless one and the other one was him wearing a suit. I did some more clicking and 
came on the photographers blog. The pictures were part of a series called "Does a suit make a man?" Well I must say he looks classy in his suit... But on the other hand, the suit is hiding the great body! If I really have to choose, I would go for the suit version because it makes him look really classy and that way you can also let your imagination do some work (you know what I mean).
Sometimes I just wonder if my dad really does it on purpose. He bought some food that everyone knows I don't like for me. It's a nice gesture, but after 20 years, you should expect that a dad knows what his daughter likes and doesn't like... Same thing a couple of months ago. I went to bed with wet hair and he asked me why I didn't dry it first. I was shocked. I stopped drying my hair with a hairdryer when I was 12 because it is bad for your hair... So a little calculation: 20 - 12 = 8. 8 years without drying it and now he notices... Ok fine it runs in the family. Mom had a new painting in the hall and I only noticed after 4 months. It's just that you don't look at it. You know it takes 12 steps to the bathroom door, and when you reach the bathroom door you have to turn right and then again 12 steps until I reach the stairs leading to my bedroom. So you don't look at the walls... Only problem is when someone puts something in the hall (like the vacuum cleaner or the bathroom door half open). I can't count the times I ended up with a bump on my head because I tripped over something or bumped my head to the door. Just because I don't put on the light when it is dark... 12 steps, turn, again 12 steps... It's a routine so you don't need light (at least theoreticaly you don't need it...).
I'm just so tired these last days. It feels like I barely slept while that is not true. I slept at least 8 hours each day. Probably the reaction on the flu from some days ago. Or maybe a lack of sun? Or an upcoming depression because school almost starts again, even though I don't even have my results! Sheriff laughed about it today, but this is not normal anymore. School starts in less than 6 days and yet I have no results! What if I have to register in another school? Registering at my own uni wouldn't be a problem because that just happens through blackboard, but if I have to go to a different school, I have to go to the institution to register and they are only open at certain days/hours. So if they ain't in the mail by tomorrow, I will get a little worried because time is shortening pretty fast.
I wonder what has happened to Lolu. Does Abuja keep her that busy or did she forget about her Belgian friend? So girl if you are reading this, holla at me please. I am getting a little bit worried.
I'm looking forward to Saturday with mixed feelings. Someone (I will not mention his name so I will call him Mr. X) asked me if he could come over to see me on Saturday. I do want to see him for sure because I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I'm also uncertain if I really want my mom to see him because I just don't know how to introduce him. She knows about him and who he is but I don't think I want her to ask questions all over after she saw him. I hope that mom and dad decide to make a day trip so I can talk to him quietly without having to think about other things. Don't want to put this meeting under any pressure or make it "official". But I doubt I will have any luck. The weather is not good enough to make day trips. On the other hand, I'm old enough not to answer the awkward "Who-what-why" questions like a 16 year old, right? I mean at my age you should be able to have some privacy. Oh yes I forgot: as long as I live in the parental house, there will be no privacy.
I don't know if any other bloggers have had any experience with this, but I receive daily dozens of messages asking for a "bootycall". I don't understand it... Do guys really expect an answer, not to talk about a positive answer. Ok, I have had sex with someone I met online, but that was after we knew each other much better. But these guys just send it to a total stranger. I must say it, the one I received today was the "top of the bill". There was this one guy that was into the slave thing. He asked me if I wanted to be his master and do certain things with him. How low can you go? Does those persons have any self respect?
came on the photographers blog. The pictures were part of a series called "Does a suit make a man?" Well I must say he looks classy in his suit... But on the other hand, the suit is hiding the great body! If I really have to choose, I would go for the suit version because it makes him look really classy and that way you can also let your imagination do some work (you know what I mean).Sometimes I just wonder if my dad really does it on purpose. He bought some food that everyone knows I don't like for me. It's a nice gesture, but after 20 years, you should expect that a dad knows what his daughter likes and doesn't like... Same thing a couple of months ago. I went to bed with wet hair and he asked me why I didn't dry it first. I was shocked. I stopped drying my hair with a hairdryer when I was 12 because it is bad for your hair... So a little calculation: 20 - 12 = 8. 8 years without drying it and now he notices... Ok fine it runs in the family. Mom had a new painting in the hall and I only noticed after 4 months. It's just that you don't look at it. You know it takes 12 steps to the bathroom door, and when you reach the bathroom door you have to turn right and then again 12 steps until I reach the stairs leading to my bedroom. So you don't look at the walls... Only problem is when someone puts something in the hall (like the vacuum cleaner or the bathroom door half open). I can't count the times I ended up with a bump on my head because I tripped over something or bumped my head to the door. Just because I don't put on the light when it is dark... 12 steps, turn, again 12 steps... It's a routine so you don't need light (at least theoreticaly you don't need it...).
I'm just so tired these last days. It feels like I barely slept while that is not true. I slept at least 8 hours each day. Probably the reaction on the flu from some days ago. Or maybe a lack of sun? Or an upcoming depression because school almost starts again, even though I don't even have my results! Sheriff laughed about it today, but this is not normal anymore. School starts in less than 6 days and yet I have no results! What if I have to register in another school? Registering at my own uni wouldn't be a problem because that just happens through blackboard, but if I have to go to a different school, I have to go to the institution to register and they are only open at certain days/hours. So if they ain't in the mail by tomorrow, I will get a little worried because time is shortening pretty fast.
I wonder what has happened to Lolu. Does Abuja keep her that busy or did she forget about her Belgian friend? So girl if you are reading this, holla at me please. I am getting a little bit worried.
I'm looking forward to Saturday with mixed feelings. Someone (I will not mention his name so I will call him Mr. X) asked me if he could come over to see me on Saturday. I do want to see him for sure because I have a lot of questions to ask him, but I'm also uncertain if I really want my mom to see him because I just don't know how to introduce him. She knows about him and who he is but I don't think I want her to ask questions all over after she saw him. I hope that mom and dad decide to make a day trip so I can talk to him quietly without having to think about other things. Don't want to put this meeting under any pressure or make it "official". But I doubt I will have any luck. The weather is not good enough to make day trips. On the other hand, I'm old enough not to answer the awkward "Who-what-why" questions like a 16 year old, right? I mean at my age you should be able to have some privacy. Oh yes I forgot: as long as I live in the parental house, there will be no privacy.
I don't know if any other bloggers have had any experience with this, but I receive daily dozens of messages asking for a "bootycall". I don't understand it... Do guys really expect an answer, not to talk about a positive answer. Ok, I have had sex with someone I met online, but that was after we knew each other much better. But these guys just send it to a total stranger. I must say it, the one I received today was the "top of the bill". There was this one guy that was into the slave thing. He asked me if I wanted to be his master and do certain things with him. How low can you go? Does those persons have any self respect?
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