Its been too long, enough stuff going on for me emotionally, I have not reached the point where I can articulate my thoughts, be sure I will.
I have aged, I can see it, feel it. I feel it, age, layer upon layer; soft, wrapping me, protecting me. I feel together, like some fabric, cotton perhaps, soft, strong, natural. I see it in my eyes, age when I brush my teeth in the morning. I like it, age, me.*
* I apologise for my punctuation
29 August 2006
09 August 2006
Finally at the correct bus-stop
I am determined not to get screwed by the bus again today. Thinking about it it really wasn't the bus, it was me standing on the wrong side of the road. Anyways, got up early by accident rather than design, (wake up call from an recruiter scheduling an interview for next week) seriously if you can arrange to get an Indian living in India who learned to speak English in India from an Indian teacher who learned English pretty much the same way to call you in the morning, believe me you will never over sleep again. I had to use every fibre of my being to understand what the lady was saying! Washed my hair, took a shower got dressed. Came down had breakfast (a croissant and a very cold drink) checked my email to confirm the interview that woke me up, then its off to the bus-stop at a leisurely pace (sans a bottle of water) to catch the bus. Standing at the correct bus-stop sure is a lot better, not only does the bus stop for me to get on, there is a tree providing shade, so I get to read a couple of pages of my book before the bus arrives. I get on, make my transfer to the bus headed for downtown Dallas, I am on my way.
As a JJC, I told the bus driver what stop I wanted to get of at, and he said okay. Imagine my shock when the bus apparently reached the end of its route into downtown and headed back to the terminal. 'Eh excuse me' I call out to the driver. 'I am sorry I forgot you' he drawled . 'Well I can't let you out now ...' he said with a somewhat apologetic smile. I was angry obviously you can't let me out now, we are sprinting down the highway! Luckily I had factored in some time in case of 'incasity', and the bus was well airconditioned so I was not too late for my appointment and no I did not pay for another trip! The lady I met with was very nice and I had a nice time gisting her about Nigeria. She was shocked to learn I earned the equivalent 13k dollars per annum and I was able to rent a flat and own a car. The interview went well, I did a whole bunch of skill evaluation tests etc etc, I am hopeful I will get work very soon.
The ride back home was uneventful, well almost I need to get new shoes, flat and rubber soled. All my shoes are definitely not conducive for my new lifestyle, i.e. carless job hunter. My feet hurt so bad on my 10 min walk home, I momentarily forgot about the heat. As usual I collapse on the water cooler once I got in the house. I have a headache, I need to lie in a dark place for atleast an hour and I need sugar.
As a JJC, I told the bus driver what stop I wanted to get of at, and he said okay. Imagine my shock when the bus apparently reached the end of its route into downtown and headed back to the terminal. 'Eh excuse me' I call out to the driver. 'I am sorry I forgot you' he drawled . 'Well I can't let you out now ...' he said with a somewhat apologetic smile. I was angry obviously you can't let me out now, we are sprinting down the highway! Luckily I had factored in some time in case of 'incasity', and the bus was well airconditioned so I was not too late for my appointment and no I did not pay for another trip! The lady I met with was very nice and I had a nice time gisting her about Nigeria. She was shocked to learn I earned the equivalent 13k dollars per annum and I was able to rent a flat and own a car. The interview went well, I did a whole bunch of skill evaluation tests etc etc, I am hopeful I will get work very soon.
The ride back home was uneventful, well almost I need to get new shoes, flat and rubber soled. All my shoes are definitely not conducive for my new lifestyle, i.e. carless job hunter. My feet hurt so bad on my 10 min walk home, I momentarily forgot about the heat. As usual I collapse on the water cooler once I got in the house. I have a headache, I need to lie in a dark place for atleast an hour and I need sugar.
08 August 2006
Dinamo Zagreb 0 - 3 Arsenal
Good news for us as we try and get a Champion League ticket. All the Ashley Cole gist tire me, the guy should go already. I see we will be playing Aston Villa at home on the 23rd, I know people in the US watch the Premiership, I am yet to figure out how.Match Report Arsenal.com
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My thighs thicken
Growing up, I was all stick and bones I was such a fussy eater. I remember tossing my breakfast out the window in the mornings, and when my mum found me out stuffing said meal in my spider man metal lunch box to be desposed of at school (my kindergaten teacher ratted me out). I was so happy when I started staying for extra lessons in school, this mean't I would have my lunch brought to me in school and since I was unsupervised I didn't have to eat it.
I recall that time today with nostalgia as I stared at my thighs this morning, my pants are starting to not fit anymore!!! Horror!!! And I am not eating anything gengen o, although I must admit my meal times are now really weird; breakfast at 3 pm and lunch between 7 and 8 pm! I really can't wait to start work, then I can start eating at normal times again, although I fear that then I will really be exposed to all that delicious 'bad for my waist line, arms, thighs etc' foods out there. Unlike when I was younger, now I like to wack, really wack.
So why was I getting dressed? I had an interview with a recruiter. This was to be my first face to face interview with anyone, and I was looking forward to having an adult conversation with someone other than Spice and C. I had gone online yesterday and was pleased to find that I could get to the downtown location of the recruiter on my own by bus. So this morning I confirmed my appointment and headed out, men the heat no be Nija home video (e no get part two). I got in an argument with Spice and C the other day when I insisted it was hotter in Dallas than it was in Lagos, and today when I walked in the sun, I knew I had never ever experienced so much heat in Lagos, fashi that I am usually in doors. I get to the bus-stop just in time (gosh I need a drink, no wonder oyinbo and water bottles are inseperable), I see the bus drive by on the opposite side, good it will turn at the top of the road and come back for me I was also pleased to note that it was airconditioned. 30 mins later it occurs to me that this bus is not coming this way anytime soon, apparently it wasn't going to be taking the route I had imagined to downtown Dallas, bummer. I must at this point point out that map reading is not my forte, I was the happiest new senior in SS 1 when I found out that I could be a science student and not take geography. The next bus would come along in another 45 min, and I knew I would not be able to stand in the heat any longer (there was no bench or shelter) I feared I had already over exposed myself to the heat (as I speak my head is pounding, fashi aso-ebi, I should have brought Panadol with me). With visions of all those people who have been dying across the country of heat exhaustion I trudged back home and collapsed on the water cooler. Thankfully I was able to reschedule my interview for tomorrow and you guessed it, I will be carrying a bottle of water.
I recall that time today with nostalgia as I stared at my thighs this morning, my pants are starting to not fit anymore!!! Horror!!! And I am not eating anything gengen o, although I must admit my meal times are now really weird; breakfast at 3 pm and lunch between 7 and 8 pm! I really can't wait to start work, then I can start eating at normal times again, although I fear that then I will really be exposed to all that delicious 'bad for my waist line, arms, thighs etc' foods out there. Unlike when I was younger, now I like to wack, really wack.
So why was I getting dressed? I had an interview with a recruiter. This was to be my first face to face interview with anyone, and I was looking forward to having an adult conversation with someone other than Spice and C. I had gone online yesterday and was pleased to find that I could get to the downtown location of the recruiter on my own by bus. So this morning I confirmed my appointment and headed out, men the heat no be Nija home video (e no get part two). I got in an argument with Spice and C the other day when I insisted it was hotter in Dallas than it was in Lagos, and today when I walked in the sun, I knew I had never ever experienced so much heat in Lagos, fashi that I am usually in doors. I get to the bus-stop just in time (gosh I need a drink, no wonder oyinbo and water bottles are inseperable), I see the bus drive by on the opposite side, good it will turn at the top of the road and come back for me I was also pleased to note that it was airconditioned. 30 mins later it occurs to me that this bus is not coming this way anytime soon, apparently it wasn't going to be taking the route I had imagined to downtown Dallas, bummer. I must at this point point out that map reading is not my forte, I was the happiest new senior in SS 1 when I found out that I could be a science student and not take geography. The next bus would come along in another 45 min, and I knew I would not be able to stand in the heat any longer (there was no bench or shelter) I feared I had already over exposed myself to the heat (as I speak my head is pounding, fashi aso-ebi, I should have brought Panadol with me). With visions of all those people who have been dying across the country of heat exhaustion I trudged back home and collapsed on the water cooler. Thankfully I was able to reschedule my interview for tomorrow and you guessed it, I will be carrying a bottle of water.
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