Wednesday, April 8, 2009

I'm spoiled!

I fell with my butt in the butter the past few weeks. Last Friday I got this amazing new Guess handbag because my old one was totally wore out. Yesterday I also got new D&G sunglasses. Thank you mom for both, you are the best! I just hope that next season the sunglasses won’t go from huge to small, otherwise I am screwed. I would really hate it if I can only wear them one season. Mehn, he’s right, I am a fashion victim. I so hate it when he is right and I’m wrong.

I want to go to NYC so badly. You would think that after nagging about it for some days, my parents would get tired of it and let me go, right? I really hope this is the case because my whole heart, body, mind and soul is aching and longing to go… Keep your fingers crossed for me please!

Last night I was able to, through the help of a friend, lay my hands on the new Dare Art Alade album, un.DAREY.ted. He is one of my favorite Nigerian R&B artists, after P-Square of course. What caught my attention is that, just like on his previous album, he chooses the normal English language as the main language on the CD, just like he did on his first album, From Me 2 U. Only few tracks contained the Nigerian Pidgin English, one of them being the club banger, Carry Dey Go. But Dare got such a warm yet powerful voice. The best example is Not The Girl. This song is not really what you would expect from an R&B song, it has more this opera feeling to me, but after few listening, I did get to appreciate it, mainly because of the powerful voice and lyrics. Not his best slow song, which is Brown Eyed Angel from his precious album, but most definitely the best vocal performance.



I had this small accident while brushing my teeth a couple of days ago. While I was eagerly scrubbing my teeth, I had to sneeze (yes, the flu struck again) and did not remove my toothbrush… So the brush hit the small membrane that is situated between the lip and the under middle two teeth. Now that membrane teared a little bit! Eating, drinking, laughing, speaking,… it is all a torture. It kind of hurts a lot and doesn’t seem to get better at all.

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