<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:40:51.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eFJay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4504239363382326273</id><published>2009-02-11T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:41:03.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I miss my baby pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SZLOaFxootI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ix8FRosSVdI/s1600-h/Miss_You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SZLOaFxootI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ix8FRosSVdI/s200/Miss_You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301526658990777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year People!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think my next post would be today... Infact i was starting to think my next post would never happen. I dunno what happened to my inspiration to blog or read blogs; some of the blogs i absolutely loved to read jus went dead on me (U know urselves! lol) and then i just decided to stay away and see what would happen. I see some of you are back, some really different, some gone! Oh well, such is life eh?&lt;br /&gt;Egbon mi, i dnt even knw what to say... but i guess i could start with hw r u?&lt;br /&gt;Afrobabe, i was starting to think something happened to you, glad you are ok.&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten, hw r u? Hw's school?&lt;br /&gt;As for you, Chari &amp;amp; Buttercup! LMAO! so u hooked up eh? lol! I can't say i'm surprised. I'm happy for you guys though...hehe! I guess Efjay are no longer the only lovers in blogville. I see you are also downing the pain pills; the my lover is across the atlantic ocean ones. Hw r u holding up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When jaybaba said he blogged, i though he meant a real post! lol! not a one liner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SIGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... a lot has happened since we last blogged. We were both in lagos over xmas, it was really nice, i did not want to come back for loads of reasons; the most obvious being the fact that Jaybaba moved to lagos (as in relocated)...&lt;br /&gt;So Afrobabe to answer your question, his baby is in England and my own baby is in Lagos!&lt;br /&gt;Well... i'm still here... but not for long i graduate this year so i guess i'd be ok.&lt;br /&gt;School is aite. I actually like the modules i'm taking this term, so that's working out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well i have an essay to finish typing so i guess that would be it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, what you guys up to vals day? Spill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8r People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/02/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great valentine's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a dedication to everyone...especially Chari and Buttercup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=49776296"&gt;Lucky - Jason Mraz ft Colbie Caillat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting to hear what people got up to this val's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4504239363382326273?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4504239363382326273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4504239363382326273' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4504239363382326273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4504239363382326273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-miss-my-baby-pt-2.html' title='How I miss my baby pt 2'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SZLOaFxootI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ix8FRosSVdI/s72-c/Miss_You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-7151820891095196869</id><published>2009-02-10T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:41:17.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOo oooo How I miss my Baby</title><content type='html'>I miss U so so so much Baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybaba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-7151820891095196869?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7151820891095196869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=7151820891095196869' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/7151820891095196869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/7151820891095196869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooooo-oooo-how-i-miss-my-baby.html' title='OOOOo oooo How I miss my Baby'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6968383935357983649</id><published>2008-11-27T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:22:05.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SS9AluISfXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eWFRkRrPLyo/s1600-h/Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SS9AluISfXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eWFRkRrPLyo/s200/Ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273504705456274802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeyyyyyy People!!! LOng time o! We hvnt blogged in a month! we r sorry.... but then it looks like a lot of bloggers are suffering writers block...lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing? What did we miss? What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this isnt a real post, its like a mini update. We promise to blog soon. I have exams that start on monday so i've had my head buried in the books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;News Flash!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its our blogville anniversary this month; 'efjay'- the blog is a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better its our actual anniversary today; this day, couple years ago, we decided to be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybaba is moving to nig in december...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd be back with all the details soon... promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efbabe and Jaybaba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6968383935357983649?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6968383935357983649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6968383935357983649' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6968383935357983649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6968383935357983649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/11/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SS9AluISfXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eWFRkRrPLyo/s72-c/Ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3257969621950078032</id><published>2008-10-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:01:58.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interlude</title><content type='html'>I found this very thought provoking and i just had to post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Heaven as written by a 17 Year Old Boy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17-year-old &lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brian Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;his father, Bruce. It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at &lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_15"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Teays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Valley High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; in &lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_16"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Pickaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them, notes from classmates and teachers, and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;the teen's life. But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It makes such an impact that people want to share it. "You feel like you are there," Mr. Moore said. Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_17"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Memorial Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Moore 's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is Brian's essay entitled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_18"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Page 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small &lt;span id="EC_lw_1217859973_19"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="ecyshortcuts"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;index card files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files,  which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;life I had lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="ecececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be  written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3257969621950078032?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3257969621950078032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3257969621950078032' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3257969621950078032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3257969621950078032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/10/interlude.html' title='Interlude'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-1287671441519017791</id><published>2008-10-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:02:06.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SPO2f6YzroI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i-Yr_FeKcN0/s1600-h/P6210090-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745849437007490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SPO2f6YzroI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i-Yr_FeKcN0/s200/P6210090-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey everyone! Hw's everyone doing? It's been quite a bit. Thank you everyone that has checked on me and dropped by to ask if i'm doing ok, rly appreciate it. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well, a lot happened since i last blogged... i got even more ill...really ill, kept going back and forth hospital and having all sorts of tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mummy came over to babysit. Lol! well duh, i don't have a baby, i'm the baby. It was really nice having my ma over. I did not even move a muscle. She did not let me do nada, and she let me stay in bed forever, and cooked for me. It was great, lol! I loved every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The whole being ill thing made me realise a few thing that i kinna already knew but i got confirmation on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1) I LOVE MUMMY and she loves me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2) I have unreliable friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thing with me is, i don't use the term friend loosely... but even amongst the few friends i have now, there are only two that i feel like i can rely on no matter what. This hypothesis was proved when i was ill and i had have a procedure done in hospital. I was gonna be sedated and so the doctor told me to come with someone that would take me home after. Well the two reliable ones were already back in uni, so i had to settle for the unreliable ones. Well of course they had excuses, infact one was so insensitive about the whole thing that i have been too irritated to reply her text asking me how the thing went. The thing though is that when this happened, i wasnt pissed cause it did not come as i surprise. I remember saying to myself "I can't be begging anyone to come to hospital with me". Meanwhile my mum was a no go area, intentionally, i hadnt even told her about the sedation, i know my mum she'd have freaked out and probably ended up crying. Anyways my brother went with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I remember when i got to the hospital, the nurse asked if i wanted the throat spray method or sedation, i said to her "do i look like the throat spray type?" she laughed. She said ok then, sedation it is. By the way, the thing i had done is called an 'endoscopy' i was gonna post a link and or explain in detail but i'd leave that to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://naapalilife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dr Naapali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; They basically stick a tube down your throat thru ur oesophagus/stomach; did i mention this tube has a camera attached to it. Like i said consult Dr N for further explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was my first experience with sedation, it was strange. I remember wondering how long i would be out of it for... and what if i was out of it for too long. I prayed to God to keep me as i wasnt done on earth yet. Obviously i was jus being silly, the procedure was quite quick. I have very little memory of the incident as i was out of it. I woke up in the middle of the procedure though and my gag reflex went into overdrive, i was gagging on the tube stuck down my throat, i tried to pull it out, lol! they put me back to sleep i guess... that's all i remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The doctor did find what she was looking for and i'm taking medication now. I'm feeling great. My loving mother went back to her husband last monday and i came back to school on thursday. I moved into my new flat. I Love it here, its very peaceful and private + i have a nice view, its right by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I felt a certain urge to post poetry so here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It’s wonderful to know that you love me&lt;br /&gt;It’s beautiful the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Amazing is how you treat me like your very own&lt;br /&gt;Never have I had a love so captivating&lt;br /&gt;Never have I met one with a heart so enduring&lt;br /&gt;Never have seen eyes so beautifully penetrating . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;May be i'd finish it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hope you all have a fabulous week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ef babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jaybaba is done! how grand is that? He is now Jaybaba Bsc(Comp. Sci), Msc(IT &amp;amp; Management),&lt;/span&gt; Msc(International Business). Bloody Geek!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-1287671441519017791?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1287671441519017791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=1287671441519017791' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1287671441519017791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1287671441519017791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SPO2f6YzroI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i-Yr_FeKcN0/s72-c/P6210090-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-7413554397656401254</id><published>2008-09-24T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:23:43.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE (My Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SNqEme70XNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIg-ZCbcf9s/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249654112327589074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SNqEme70XNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIg-ZCbcf9s/s200/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last post was really long so i'd keep this one short and sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey everyone! Hope no one's been ill like me... 'ef babe' hasnt been feeling very well, been back n forth hospital, had to tests and all, was in an ambulance and then the A&amp;amp;E last night...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling a bit better than i did last night though... pray for me people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaybaba is good, dissertation almost done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Egbon mi has been doing posts about love and it got me thinking... So here goes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love makes you bare your soul to that person without holding back, it makes you trust them with your whole life because you know they'd guard it with theirs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what made my ma unable to sleep last night because she knew her baby was ill a thousand miles away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what made my brother run back home from miles away when he heard how awful i sounded on the fone and what made him spend the whole day with me at home and helped run all the errands i would have if i wasnt ill...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is what gave Jaybaba goose bumps as he listened to his baby wailing in pain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is what makes &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.solomonsydelle.com/"&gt;Solomonsydelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not mind the fact that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.solomonsydelle.com/"&gt;'The King'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has turned her home into a latrine...lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love is what makes a mother make the difficult choice to put her own dreams and aspiration on hold just so she can focus on giving her baby the best care possible...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Love is a journey that knows no end" - unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great week people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ef babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-7413554397656401254?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/7413554397656401254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=7413554397656401254' title='332 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/7413554397656401254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/7413554397656401254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-my-version.html' title='LOVE (My Version)'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SNqEme70XNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIg-ZCbcf9s/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>332</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2054612842824377938</id><published>2008-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:50:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nostalgically Speaking"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SMrvBzrBYeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V7upsifpI04/s1600-h/lagos+Market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SMrvBzrBYeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V7upsifpI04/s200/lagos+Market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245267530355925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(*long post alert*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey People! Hw's everyone doing? How've u guys been? Thanx everyone that has dropped by to check on us; (hey buttercup, thnx sis, i'm not doin too bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybaba is doing good with his dissertation; Thank God for that! I have had so much crazy ass school work. In the last 2-3 weeks, i have had to turn in around 4 essays and i had to do a mock court trial as well. Plus i haven't been feeling very well the last week on top of that aunty flo decided to visit two days  ago... Basically it's been crazy for me. All that is about to be history, i get a 2 week break from uni that starts today, (yay!!!) so i'm going home to london. I just need to rest and chill out and not worry about anything for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day i was thinking i miss home, by 'home' i mean Lagos. I miss the stuff i saw growing up... like seeing the man hawking puff-puff&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) &lt;/span&gt;with his fork in hand... or the cobbler with his tool box walking down my street and hoping someone's shoes needed fixing, naija people call them 'shoemaker' and my ma called them 'so bata' sometimes, lol! (so bata; literally means fix shoes, its also used to describe one that fixes shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing stuff like "E ra epo e se be..."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt; from the girl hawking palm oil or  "Fine butter bread" from the bread seller in the mornings just as the sun was rising... or "ICe water tutu reee"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; from the kid hawking water tied in little plastic bags and chilled in the scorching sun. I miss going to the 'mallam'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt; to buy 'go-go' or 'm&amp;amp;k'(our own m&amp;amp;m's/smarties lol!). I also miss the days when, if you had #15(naira) you could buy a 25cl bottle of Coke and 'Okin biscuit'. LOL! I jus randomly remembered the three orange men from the miranda commercial! lol! I miss hearing the horn of the fan ice cream/yogurt man on his bike; i miss fan yogo and super yogo! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss gala, la casera, Mr biggs(they still do the best meat pie in my opinion), I miss TFC; especially their 'yamarita'(if you havent tried it please do, its fried yam, fish and one sexy sauce made from tomatoes, onion and pepper), i miss their fried rice too and their salad too, i miss sweet sensation too, i miss 'chopsticks',  i miss big treat, i miss buying grocery from 'osata' supermarket(opebi)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was growing up, i loved sundays(now i don't because i know it means the weekend is over!lol). Sundays were nice, we got to spend time together as a family, we got to go church and sometimes we ate out after church. But i think my favourite thing about sundays was going to the market to buy food stuff after church. My mum did this on sundays because the market she bought most of her food from only opened sundays; 'It was called Sunday market', and it was in Ogba(I think its still there, the last time i checked it was sha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would probably think that i do not seem like the market type but i love markets; well food markets especially and trust me i have been to and I know quite a number of markets. Oya let us count; (1)(Ogba)Sunday market, (2)Ogba retail market, (3)Alade market, (4)Oke Arin market, (5)Tejuoso market, (6)Ipodo market, (7)Mushin market&lt;br /&gt;Those are the ones i can remember. I know (1)(2) and (3) like the back of my hand, well at least i did then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i will be gisting you about my love affair with Sunday market. So like i said, after church, we'd drive down. Most times we'd go home to change into something more comfortable first but sometimes when church dragged for long, we'd got straight from church. I actually liked going with my ma, it was fun for me. I started going with her just so she'd remeember to buy me pork; i loved pork so much, since she bought it once and made stew with it, i just got hooked. I was still quite young when i started going to the market with her, i was under 10 and i got used to it even before she thought i was old enough to go with her whether i wanted to or not. I'm sure you are wondering if i am normal, but the thing is, it was actually like an adventure especially as i did not have to carry anything apart from my ma's bag, 'the alabaru'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt; carried all the stuff we bought round the market and then to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually when we got to the market, we'd get an alabaru and then start buying.&lt;br /&gt; *The yam area was usually first. I would see yams bigger than my head, lol! My mum would pick the ones she thought would be good to eat and also good to pound(for Pounded Yam). She'd price the yams, pay and then we would proceed.&lt;br /&gt; * The Garri&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt; sellers were usually next. I loved tasting the garri. The garri people will ask you if you wanted 'garri ijebu' or yellow garri AKA 'bendel garri. Garri ijebu is the sour, fine one, usually cream/off white in colour; this one's is good for 'soaking' with groundnuts. Infact my dad and i judge the 'goodness' of garri by how sour it is, lol! Bendel garri is usually yellowish and more like sweet rather than sour. This one is good for making eba. Though some people will rather 'soak' this and others would rather make eba with garri ijebu. I generally don't really like 'bendel garri'. My mum does though. We usually bought both.&lt;br /&gt; *The next stop would then be the tomatoes, 'tatase'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(7)&lt;/span&gt; and 'rodo'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(8) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sellers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We all know how important these ingredients are in making stew and 'efo'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(9)&lt;/span&gt;. My ma would pick fresh juicy tomatoes, rodo and tatase, price the lot and then pay. She usually bought enough to make efo and stew for the week at least and instead of taking the lot home to blend (which would probably take forever) we usually took them to the 'elero'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(10)&lt;/span&gt; to grind/blend.&lt;br /&gt; *The next stop was the provision area. Where you bought Milk, Indomie, Milo, Maggi, Seasoning, Curry, Thyme at much better prices than the supermarkets would give you.&lt;br /&gt;-Now by this time my mum's alajota&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(11)&lt;/span&gt; onions customer would have found us. This woman literally danced round the market to find her customers, "Ah, Mummy, customer mi, e ti ra alubosa leni..."&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(12)&lt;/span&gt; and then she'd drag you to her stall while singing and dancing for you. If you said you weren't ready to buy onions yet, she would follow you round the market till you were ready. She was quite something, very notorious, very funny, she made me laugh every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;*And next to my fave market woman were the Oil people's corner. Palm oil, Groundnut Oil and Vegetable Oil(p.s. is sunflower oil different from veg oil, what is veg oil made out of?)&lt;br /&gt; *After buying oil, meat was usually next. This used to be the highlight of the whole market trip for me! lol. Which is probably why i don't understand vegetarians, i respect their opinion/decision, i just do not necessarily understand it. Anyways so there was always so much meat... chicken, turkey, beef, goatmeat, pork!(my reason for being in the market, lol!) and whatever else they had. Most times my mum bought chicken(especially cos of us the kids), and some beef, and of course if i was there we couldnt leave the market without pork( i eventually grew out of it... TEMPORARILY though, cos i still love me some pork chops now. lol! Strangely my mum loved ponmo&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(13)&lt;/span&gt;(still does i think) so she bought herself some occasionally, no one ate it with her sha, lol! Infact my dad always told her not to put ponmo in the food when they were eating from the same plate, lol!&lt;br /&gt; *The 'Elero' people were near the meat guys, so we'd give them our tomatoes, tatase, rodo and some of the onions to blend and the alabaru will wait to collect it while we bought the few thing we still had to buy.&lt;br /&gt;  *Also near the elero people was my ma's 'Egusi'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(14)&lt;/span&gt; customer. I love egusi so we never left the market without it. We usually bought egusi and ede gbigbe&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(15)&lt;/span&gt; and then the person selling it would grind it into powder form for us. We bought our efo at the same place too. There are different types of efo that i know, there's Ugwu&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(16)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, there's ewuro&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(17)&lt;/span&gt;, there's 'ukazi'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(18)&lt;/span&gt;, 'tete'&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(19)&lt;/span&gt;, and my favourite 'sokoyokoto'&lt;/span&gt;(20)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  *Our final stop most times was by the fresh fish sellers. They always had big, veryyyy big, live fish in bowls of water, what was funny was hot the fish would be doing electric slide in the bowls, lol. I enjoyed kicking the bowls just to watch them dance, hehehe! Sometimes we bought fish from them, sometimes we didnt. When we did it was catfish. I love catfish, especially in peppersoup. lol!&lt;br /&gt; *By this time, i'd be tired but i'd feel fulfilled, hehe. My ma would buy fruit just at the exit and i'd opt for fan yogurt most times; we'd walk the alabaru to the car. Pay him, (they were actually always boys) and drive home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Take care people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ef Babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation Corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) - nigerian pastry, similar to donuts (without the jam) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) - 'yoruba' literally translated as Buy Palm to make stew with&lt;br /&gt;(3) - Ice cold water here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(4) - actually a title, but nigerian children use term to describe every petty trader that happens to be a hausa man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(5) - yoruba; literally means a person that helps to carry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stuff; it's actually a job title in nigerian markets for the boys that help carry your shopping round the market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(6) - nigerian staple food made from cassava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(7) - yoruba; big red pepper mild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(8)- yoruba; small red pepper, very hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(9)- yoruba; vegetable delicacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(10) - yoruba; people that operate the very loud grinding machines in nigerian markets and are paid to grind your tomatoes, pepper, beans and the likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(11) - yoruba; a trader that dances&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whilst selling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(12) - yoruba; 'Ah mummy, my customer, you havent bought onions today o'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(13) - soft hide eaten as meat by nigerians; i just read somewhere that it can actually be used to make shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(14) - melon seeds used to make soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(15) - dry crayfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(16) - pumpkin leaves; used to make vegatable soup&lt;br /&gt;(17) - bitter leaf; used to make vegetable soup&lt;br /&gt;(18) - a type of vegetable used to make soup&lt;br /&gt;(19)- yoruba; spinach(i think)&lt;br /&gt;(20) - yoruba; literally means 'makes your husband happy/robust'; its a type of vegetable used to make 'efo' and it is believed it keeps your man happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2054612842824377938?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2054612842824377938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2054612842824377938' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2054612842824377938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2054612842824377938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgically-speaking.html' title='&quot;Nostalgically Speaking&quot;'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SMrvBzrBYeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V7upsifpI04/s72-c/lagos+Market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2928210609883434787</id><published>2008-08-28T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:29:35.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D reasons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLZM4yJmJsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kBCmVyfLtWE/s1600-h/ylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239459754910557890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLZM4yJmJsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kBCmVyfLtWE/s200/ylove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLZMkmZvcYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mgl79pS91pM/s1600-h/ylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I have put some of you guys on the look out for my post so I better get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;First though, thanks to all my well wishers on my dissertation. I am back in school to face the friggin thing and finish it up before it is too late… anyway enough of all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 reasons y I love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love… what is love?... is it real, is it a feeling, is it a thought, is it an action offered/received?&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what love is to me… Love is all that and more to me. Yes, love is real, it is a feeling, it is thought, it is definitely actions offered and received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I Love… its simple, it sounds ordinary, it seems unlikely, its not easy to understand but you know what? It’s the truth… I love because I am ‘human’… believe me, thats it. I am just human, I feel, I think, I can give and I can take therefore I Love… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes it so real is that she is also ‘human’… a special one, that’s why it’s so real, not so simple but quite complicated (she drives me madly insane with joy, I sometimes cant explain), sounds nothing like ordinary but extraordinary (when I get chills from feet to head when I just think about her, yes o, even in the heat of summer), seems oh so likely as she is a total epithet of power…yes the power of Love, so understandable not because she is just so beautiful, not because she has got this impeccable character but because she has her flaws aswell, she can smile, she can cry, she can listen, she can be stubborn, because she is so so real…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love because I am ‘human’ and I have been blessed with a ‘human’ embodied with the power of love…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all take care of yourselves... I'm out for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Jaybaba'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2928210609883434787?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2928210609883434787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2928210609883434787' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2928210609883434787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2928210609883434787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-reasons.html' title='D reasons...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLZM4yJmJsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kBCmVyfLtWE/s72-c/ylove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4204790809678022194</id><published>2008-08-27T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T03:08:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERLUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLXifhZ_hNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/F_ujdzpixpU/s1600-h/Kiss-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239342772686652626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLXifhZ_hNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/F_ujdzpixpU/s200/Kiss-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ef babe : where's the key to my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jaybaba: where's the key to your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ef babe: You are repeating my question, you wont answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jaybaba: I have it, abi have you taken it back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ef babe: I haven't but i have a spare one o, so i can lock you out, besides i can change the lock gan sef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jaybaba: Oh well, I will jus break in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4204790809678022194?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4204790809678022194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4204790809678022194' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4204790809678022194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4204790809678022194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/08/interlude.html' title='INTERLUDE'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLXifhZ_hNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/F_ujdzpixpU/s72-c/Kiss-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2995075964031637234</id><published>2008-08-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:25:54.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! Its been a bit. I've been sooooo busy~(i sound like jaybaba dnt i?) lol!&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is doing ok. I don't even have enough time to do a proper post. I miss you guys though and I miss blogging...&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, i complained my life was too boring , now i have so much goin on, its crazy juggling everything. You remember i told you guys i was gonna take a chance with certain things, i was gonna take a leap of faith. Well i did... not jus once... and i'm so glad i did. I feel accomplished. I must thank my ever supportive friend, brother, confidant, lover, teacher, manager... 'jaybaba'. Thank you so much baby for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is basically an 'i'm not dead, i'm alive and kicking post'...  I'd do a proper post soon with details and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think about these pictures... click on each to get a better view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm8rODpTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NEPF4nPwldI/s1600-h/Tara+Shoot+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm8rODpTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NEPF4nPwldI/s200/Tara+Shoot+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251446839846194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm7qmZAzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AuTJE8DWUzw/s1600-h/KiKi+Shoot+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm7qmZAzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AuTJE8DWUzw/s200/KiKi+Shoot+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251429493605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm8I1IPRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JnN5O_Qtp2U/s1600-h/Tara+Shoot+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm8I1IPRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JnN5O_Qtp2U/s200/Tara+Shoot+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236251437608484114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKtWtt6lQSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2tdCzFcsaJQ/s1600-h/Tara+Shoot+108-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKtWtt6lQSI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2tdCzFcsaJQ/s200/Tara+Shoot+108-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236374335167742242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKtWuAFg8MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LQ_64rxiN38/s1600-h/Tara+Shoot+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKtWuAFg8MI/AAAAAAAAAFo/LQ_64rxiN38/s200/Tara+Shoot+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236374340045435074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think. Enjoy the rest of your week people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2995075964031637234?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2995075964031637234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2995075964031637234' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2995075964031637234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2995075964031637234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title='HEY!!!!'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SKrm8rODpTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NEPF4nPwldI/s72-c/Tara+Shoot+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4953681309463213322</id><published>2008-08-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:29:46.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so what have i been up to???</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is meant to be a catch up blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eerrrmmm, I am sure some of you would have thought I have taken off from this blogging thing, but that’s not the case to be honest. You see, when the word ‘busy’ was coined, I think whoever did that was thinking about me and this year. To say I have been extremely busy would be a gross understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?, its been since April I last blogged… they have warned me that if I don’t blog then they will abandon the blog for me so here I am blogging…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will just fill you into what I have been up to since the last time… exams, work, dissertation basically... it looks simple but dont be decieved, its been hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May, this was the month of exams o, o serious mehn but that’s all over now… then it was June, I found myself in London mo n fa ise lo… then July came birthdays all over the place… it was efbabe’s bday, that was cool, now its august and I am running out of time for my dissertation and I am still working… o ga ju… I know that I will survive sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully, I am going to be blogging more… In the next few weeks I should be blogging on ---&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50 reasons y I love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it should be interesting, so watch this space…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, you all just take care of yourselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m out….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybaba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4953681309463213322?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4953681309463213322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4953681309463213322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4953681309463213322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4953681309463213322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='so what have i been up to???'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3364784804719821779</id><published>2008-07-28T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:56:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hey people! How's everyone doing? How was everyone's weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mine was quite eventful and random. I was chilling in my room in school jejely on friday jus before 8pm and then my brother(aka 'FALZ') flashed me(he never calls me). He is like, 'where are you?' I'm like, 'school duh! did i not say i wasn't coming for the concert?' 'He was like 'R u crazy? Its my first big  performance! You have to be there blah blah'. 'Oh well! I don't have £35 gate fee o'. He was like 'i'd pay some jo, just come'. I felt important that he wanted his big sister at the concert, i mean he has like a million fans and enough friends but he still wanted sis to be there.  Basically, brother is a rapper called 'FALZ'(you mite hv a heard of him or the single 'shakara'), he landed himself a gig at the 9ice in london concert, alongside Olu maintain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here's  a link to listen to shakara on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.myspace.com/falzthebadguy"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's how i now had to start calling my peeps and cajoling them and psyching them. Even Jaybaba was like, i can't come, i already told them i'm working 2mrrw cos we said we werent going anymore plus i'm very tired. I sha managed to get him back on board. There were 5 of us, jaybaba and i, my girl K and her man and my girl Tash. Thing is, they are all  'Falz' fans and we were all gonna go to the concert but the month has literally ended and everyone was broke so we jus all couldnt afford the VIP fee and we heard the non VIP area would be rowdy and you had to stand for hours. We sha hussled sha cos we are tight like that, some of us went into our savings, aunty flo was even visiting one of us but we just felt the need to go and support 'Falz' against all odds. I sha quickly packed somethings and  jumped on the train to london. We all met at liverpool street station and then went to mine. We sha all got ready, we called a cab; fare was only a 5er, lucky for us the place was near my zones, like 5 mins away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's how we got there o and we saw 9ja people showing themselves. Some razz guys making noise, driving really fast, some sitting by the window in moving cars!!! As in Why????? Why???. We sha got inside o, that's how they now said VIP is now £5o. Jaybaba said to the girl selling tickets "ha, o fe embarass fine boy? Y now?" We sha paid £40 each! Just imagine that??? We sha went in sat down. Soon Falz performed, he did 'shakara' and 'Mr Big boi'. It was cool. Meanwhile the mc was one razz ass dude like that. Every two seconds this guy was like 'without fudar -ado'. Then he said 'make some love' and then 'show some noise'. Very razz. very annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I made the biggest discovery in comedy that night. One band called themselves 'komo plastic'... i mean what the hell is komo plastic. In my life, i had never seen such display absolute lack of talent! Their whole performance was absolute jokes. They now had these dancers that had certainly been watching too much tv. One of them in particular must have watched beyonces deja vu too many times. Even worse she recycled the steps every 2 minutes. I'm not a stepper or anything but that babe was sumn else. The worst part is the sham of a performance lasted too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;There was one other guy, koko or something like that. This guy came with durag, cap, blazer everything. Inside that hot place o. All he could do was point at his groin. This guy did not even have the decency to pretend to know what lip syncing is. He just let the song play and he focused on point at his groin and holding his crotch. Absolutely obscene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Olu maintain finally came on stage. I was a huge maintain fan, i'm not so sure about olu on his own. I think he mite have lost the plot. I didnt really enjoy his performance, he was just shouting into the mic. He sounded so wrong and so off key. This guy took of his waist coat and threw it into the crowd, then his shoes, then his trousers!!! R u kidding me? What was that for. I remember when he was singing that fatima song, when he got to the kissing part, he leaned into the crowd with his mouth, Jaybaba said if he was one the girls on the first row standing there, he would have put his fingers in olu's eyes. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;9ice on the hand was much calmer, he had much more decorum. He actually sang and not shouted like olu. His was a much better performance. Right after he went off stage, we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Meanwhile, trust your 9ja people, some fight had started and some people were ready to break heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When we got home we gisted till the sun came up. I even made yam and egg, we were hungry. lol! Jaybaba ended up calling work to say he wasnt coming in. We had a nice saturday lie-in together. I love those things! When we got up saturday midday, we just all lazied around, cleaned the house and gisted some more before everyone went to theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went to church on sunday, Jaybaba and had lunch right after church and then he took me to the station and i got the train back to uni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;B-day/D-day is 2mrrw lol! I have lectures till midday. Then i'd get on the train to london again and prep for dinner. Turns out we are not having dinner at leicester square anymore. Its in Soho instead and its Thai. Y'all are invited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'd be expecting my bday presents o. Thanks in advance. I wonder what Jaybaba is getting me, i have no idea and of course he won't tell me. I'm curious sha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I have to go and shower and eat now and get ready for my 4.30 lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ANyways people! Have a lovely week!  xxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ef babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3364784804719821779?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3364784804719821779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3364784804719821779' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3364784804719821779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3364784804719821779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3091899666658820427</id><published>2008-07-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:36:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits from my 4th Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Flashback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today July 22nd is my sister's birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In seven days some many years ago, i turned 4. It was my birthday as well as my sister's naming ceremony. I still remember what my frock looked like. (Am i strange?) lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;My frock was pink and lacy, puff sleeved too... I wore knee high socks and trainers! Just thinking about the outfit now is traumatising, lol! oh well, i havent always been a style icon. It was a week day but in my school you were allowed to take the day off on your birthday, lol! and wear 'mufti' lol! I went to school with my cake and took pictures with my friends and went back home. How cool! Back home they were preparing for party. My cake was sooo nice, it was sooo sweet, i loved it and it had no icing o; even better, sometimes icing just ruins the cake especially if its not cream icing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How's everyone's week going? Me i'm back in school o, how so uncool! lectures are going ok sha. Thanks for all your suggestions for my compensation.&lt;br /&gt;Jaybaba got me the eye candy shoes i was talking about o, he is such a sweetheart. He works near the shop so i told him to help me check on the shoes to make sure they still had them in the shop. Thats how he turned up with a bag in his hands and my shoes in it. I was so happy! I love those shoes mehn, they are too hot!&lt;br /&gt;As you probably figured, its my birthday on tuesday. Presents are very welcome. We are all goin out to have dinner at leicester square... who's coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a lovely week people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3091899666658820427?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3091899666658820427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3091899666658820427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3091899666658820427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3091899666658820427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-4th-birthday.html' title='Bits from my 4th Birthday...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2961222956327779127</id><published>2008-07-16T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T05:16:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back (Continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like i said i'd finish this post later... Aunty flo is almost all gone now so i'm feeling myself again. I'm one of the not so lucky ones when it comes to aunty flo. Depending on how evil she is feeling, i bloat so much i cant wear belts for any reason, i have to wear baggie jeans/dresses/tops. I get really awful cramps and i need very up to the task painkillers; over the years i graduated to 'Co-codamol 30/500'; its 30mgs of Codeine and 500mgs of paracetamol, cos its such a strong drug you don't get it off the counter even in the coolest pharmacy(sometimes you get the 8/500 which is obviously not as effective) you need a friggin prescription, imagine that. Speaking of which i'm on my last sachet, i need to get a new prescription. Need i forget the nausea, the loss of appetite and the feeling of weakness aunty flo brings with her. The cramps are still her worst attribute, i've had to go to the hospital sometimes for that to get a jab...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Long and Short of the story, Aunty Flo and i are sworn enemies. Because i don't like Aunty Flo so much, i take my mind off her all the time, most times i have no idea when her next visit. Jaybaba being the angel that he is keeps the dates. Sometimes you'd her me say, 'Honey, when is the next time Aunty Flo is coming?' or You'd hear Jaybaba say 'Honey, you might want to postpone that thing, Aunty Flo would prob be coming round that weekend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unfortunately Aunty Flo is part of womanhood and since i have taken the brave step NOT to chemically induce a war against her(contraception), i have to live with her. Anyone wondering why i have taken that brave step, its because a) apart from the fact that i hate taking medicine b) i do not like the idea of gambling with my hormones c) i've been advised on the side effects d) i wouldnt 4give myself if anything went wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Therefore, i look forward to being pregnant in the future! Being Aunty Flo free for 9 months must be heaven on earth. I hope it doesnt make me have 10 children sha, LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enough of this Aunty Flo talk, I'm sure some of my male readers are getting a bit uncomfy already, if the havent left gan sef, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, hmnnn  you guys won't believe what happened to me yesterday o.  I thought the end had come for  'EfJay'... I didnt even know what to do or think... I was wondering how i would break the news to you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok thing is, Since Jaybaba started working in this new place, we dont get to talk when he is at work, we rely on txt messages + he has to get to work at 8.00am and trust me i'm still asleep at this time. So he usually txts me around 8ish to say 'honey i'm at work o, and i'm sleepy thanks to you keeping me on the fone last night...' or sumn like that. But yesterday i didnt get a txt so around 8sumn even though i was still sleeping i txt to say how are you, are ok? are you at work?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then i got up around 10, no reply or nothing. Then i sent more txts and then i called both his fones... and still nothing. I cheecked the time it was almost 11.00am, he should have been at work for almost 3 hours by now... i started to freak out... i was ha! my life, what if something happened to him on his way to work! I called two of my girls, to call him with landlines cos he has their numbers and if he is pranking me he'd know i told them to call and he wont pick up. They both used landlines to call him and still nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So we were like lets wait a bit and then call his office, i dont want to raise a false alarm. My girls were like may be he left his fones at home. I was like yeh but i know boo, he would have sent me a txt with someone's fone to say he doesnt have his fones on him. I didnt bother checking my emails because he told me he is not allowed to use the internet at work(they have some stupid rules in that place) and he can't check personal emails at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eventually i started crying, i imagined boo laying helpless on the floor somewhere, i prayed he was ok, i was begging God that i did not want to live my life without my butterscotch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought to calm down and while away time so that at 3 i could call his work or go to his house since he gets off work at 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I decided to while away time by checking my emails. Then i saw the email. Title: boo, sender: Jaybaba@edexcel.org, time:8.24am.&lt;br /&gt;Then i opened it, it read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;Baby, I left both my phones at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt; reply to this email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt; Love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt; J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was more relieved than angry i guess. I replied the email.&lt;br /&gt;It read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I've been worried sick about you........... I just started crying! I was just thinking of finding a way to call step ahead... I've called Kike and Tolu...&lt;br /&gt;I didnt check my emails earlier because you sed you dnt check emails at work! Thank God u r fine! Pls don't do that again, ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then he replied, it read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I am sorry baby, I should know your number in my head anyway… ma binu. Abi o ro pe mo ti breakup pelu e ni? Lol… actually not funny. This is my work email, it’s the only one I can use at work. Stop crying o. Pele. How are you feeling this morning? J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Then i replied, it read&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You are a big monkey... i was so scared, i dnt know what to think, mo ti fe ku sara mehn... i was imagining you laying on the floor sumwher passed out and ish... and i started crying and praying&lt;br /&gt;And i thot could this be the end of our love OMG! I'd never date again and i'd kill myself...&lt;br /&gt;I actually first thot u were pranking me, thats y i told them tolu to call you with landlines so that if thats what you were doing, i'd sha know you are ok, okan mi a de ba le...&lt;br /&gt;INFACT, I HAVE COME TO A DECISION, YOU MUST TATOO MY NUMBER ON YOUR CHEST!!!!!! HOW ABOUT THAT? Obo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then he replied; it read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lol… pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  Will you tattoo the number by yourself? So have you called your friends to tell them that I am ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; You know I will never hurt you now… mo luf e too mush for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="en-gb" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Jaybaba caused me mental tortue so he is liable. He must compensate me abi what do you guys think? Me i'm thinking something along the lines of dinner, massage, one or two gifts to go with it... what do you guys think i should ask for? lol. Drop your suggestions ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Ef babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. The beef has been sorted out, egbon mi and i have talked. I embrace buttercup as my sister! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation corner &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abi o ro pe mo ti breakup pelu e ni?' - did u think i had broken up with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mo ti fe ku sara' - i was scared to death&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;okan mi a de ba le' - my mind will be at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2961222956327779127?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2961222956327779127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2961222956327779127' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2961222956327779127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2961222956327779127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-whos-back-continued.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back (Continued)'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8939653510708075431</id><published>2008-07-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:23:11.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's Back</title><content type='html'>Hey Y'all!!! How's everyone been? Thanks to everyone to left us a comment checking on us and wishing Jaybaba Goodluck in his dissertation, y'all are sweet. Naija idol, Egbon mi(naija lines), Charizard, afrobabe, unwritten*, kay-shawn, aloofar and ablackjamesbond.... thanks guys for checking on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably guessed i now have internet access! Yayyy!!! lol! I'd have blogged earlier but i was in a caravan park at a very  nice holiday resort with friends over the weekend. It was my girl's birthday so we celebrated with a caravan trip, it was so much fun until 'aunty flo' like egbon mi will say decided to visit. Aunty flo is always very unwelcome with me cos she is highly distruptive in my case, she always has to cos so much pain and havoc...&lt;br /&gt;p.s. aunty flo means periods o, what some people call 'menses' ROFLMAO! how i hate that word. Whoever came up with it so razzz! lol!&lt;br /&gt;Aunty flo is being quite a pain right now and i can only a half post right now... i promise to finish this later tonite or early tomorrow ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat to y'all soon...&lt;br /&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. 'It appears 'egbon mi' and i are going to fight o... she has another aburo without my knowledge! I'm a very jealous aburo, therefore i don vex o!!!  Yes egbon, what do you have to say for yourself? ati iwo na 'buttercup'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8939653510708075431?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8939653510708075431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8939653510708075431' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8939653510708075431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8939653510708075431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s Back'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6717679665115974610</id><published>2008-07-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:52:58.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY</title><content type='html'>Jaybaba is super busy as usual... tryna joggle work, being ef babe's man(quite a job! lol) and his dissertation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef babe on the other hand is cut off from the world wide web, she got mobile broadband but her brother finished her allowance for the month when she was in America... lol! This month's allowance starts on the 11th. Sky is also messing with her, they don't want to fix her cable, talkless of internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! Hope to be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs n kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6717679665115974610?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6717679665115974610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6717679665115974610' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6717679665115974610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6717679665115974610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html' title='SORRY'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8661409521446095485</id><published>2008-06-18T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:05.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ef babe Love Chronicles (The 'Signs' episode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFlYU6pjIZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sVjrxc7SZm8/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213295160022213010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFlYU6pjIZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sVjrxc7SZm8/s200/beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm not sure of what i see, Cupid don't mess with me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"By their fruits, ye shall know them. Are grapes picked from thorns or figs from thistles?" (Matthew 7.16)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's everyone doing? Hope you are all having a great week. My week is going great, i arrived chicago yesterday, the weather is lovely here plus my fam here live close to the beach, how lovely is that. Let the shopping and beach trip beginnnn!!!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to do a post on signs... not zodiac signs silly!!! I don't believe in all that jibberish, lol. By signs, i mean behavioural traits people exhibit that help you judge their character. For the purpose of this post, i'd be focusing on serious relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are certain things people do that should bring us to the realisation that 'i need to run from this dude/babe'. Things that should bring us to the realisation that we are incompatible with some people, that should make us walk without looking back, in some cases run as fast as our legs can carry us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once dated this guy that thought it was okay to be rude to his mum and elder sisters. He thought it was ok to use to words 'bitch' or 'fat bitch' in the same sentence as his mum or sisters. He also had major temper issues, apparently that was his excuse for bad mouthing his family. I was always told that you can tell how a man will treat his girlfriend/wife from how he treats his mum and his sisters. It really bothered me at the time that he had no regard for his mum or sisters, instead of me to leave the fool, i thought but he is really sweet to me, he is just a little immature, i'm sure he'd outgrow that awful behaviour. This goat was also a selfish mofo; all he thought about 99% of the time was himself. I thought he'd grow out of that too... boy was i wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, some things are black and white whether we like to admit it or not. Certain kinds of behaviour are just not acceptable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man that has no regard for his Mother and Sisters cannot possibly know how to treat women. If he shouts at his ma, dont think because he shags you he wont shout at you, he will! and no my love he is not boyfriend material talk less of husband material, get rid of him fast!!! On the other hand, if a man treats his mum like a queen and his sisters like his princesses, you should hold on to him; i can tell you that i have first hand proof of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sign to look out for in a potential dominating, voilent wife beater/control freak; if a man thinks it is ok to shout at you like a dog, to swear at you, or talks to you like you are 5 years old, and almost slaps you because his food is not ready or drags you by your hair or holds your arm till it hurts... honey, chances are he won't make a loving husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man who believes women belong in the kitchen and have no place is elsewhere is certainly not boyfriend or hubby material(not for me at least) or a dufus that thinks its ok for men to cheat but not for women. Hisssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so it does not look like i'm picking on men, there are signs to look for in women as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some women do not believe in cooking, lol, they don't know how to cook, they don't like to cook, they do not see the necessity... thing is some men don't mind, but some really do... I once heard this girl say "me, i can't cook for any man" lol! dudes you might want to check that. Some girls do not have any motherhood plans, neither do they believe in wifery, some don't see why they should have to clean up after anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These signs, are just some of the million-gazillion signs to look out for in people, they should not be taken for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways people! Take care! I'm going to the beach mehn... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8661409521446095485?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8661409521446095485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8661409521446095485' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8661409521446095485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8661409521446095485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/06/ef-babe-love-chronicles-signs-episode.html' title='Ef babe Love Chronicles (The &apos;Signs&apos; episode)'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFlYU6pjIZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sVjrxc7SZm8/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4400334728395565453</id><published>2008-06-14T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:01:37.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone's weekend is going great.  I'm feeling great.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my long awaited hair cut yesterday! can you imagine, because of school and trying to focus, my stylist hadnt seen me for six months, my hair had grown so much. I dyed it burgundy and i cut it, it looks really hot and i feel much more in my element.&lt;br /&gt;Long hair is just not my thing.Since i havent been on holiday since i went home two christmases ago (how sad is that). I'm off to chicago till june 24th. I'd be mostly sleeping and shopping. That should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd let you know how it goes people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4400334728395565453?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4400334728395565453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4400334728395565453' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4400334728395565453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4400334728395565453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-52035753148834538</id><published>2008-06-11T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:06.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading My Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFCA-qHf-QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ShAErHYpwj4/s1600-h/Boo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210806582813653250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFCA-qHf-QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ShAErHYpwj4/s200/Boo%27s+drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jaybaba drew the image you can see by hand like a year or so ago...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey y'all! Missed me? I know its been ages, well you know the drill, ur sister had exams. Those that checked on me and wished me sucess, thanks a lot guys! My exams went great, hardwork does pay off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOW I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..................... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, only just till july... shame i have to be back in school in july. So wat did i miss? How's everyone been? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm home in london now, as soon as i finished my exam today, i packed my stuff and left school mehn, boo met me at the station(wink), we chilled together till late and then he went home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next few weeks are goin to be exciting i hope, i decided to follow my heart, take a step of faith, try to make a dream reality. I hope everything works out fine, its hard cos i have to fund everything on my own... well, i have 'typical' nigerian parents that don't think you should 'waste' money on certain things...shame huh? A part of me loves the idea of taking responsibility though, makes me feel more mature... besides i need to learn to take care of myself, i'm not getting any younger o... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't say too much about what i'm venturing into just yet, when the time is right, i'd give y'all each and every detail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaybaba is fine, he is in london now; i think i said that before. He is working for a bit, just till he needs to focus on his dissertation. The schedule is really crazy tho, there's hardly time for anything else plus he didnt bring his laptop to london so apologies on his behalf for not blogging.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's mostly it for now folks... enjoy the rest of the week...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ef babe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE TO GET A VERY INEXPENSIVE DIGITAL SLR CAMERA(THAT IS VERY USER FRIENDLY, LIKE BEGINNER LEVEL)? PRICE RANGE IS PREFERABLY UNDER £300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-52035753148834538?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/52035753148834538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=52035753148834538' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/52035753148834538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/52035753148834538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/06/spreading-my-wings.html' title='Spreading My Wings'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SFCA-qHf-QI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ShAErHYpwj4/s72-c/Boo%27s+drawing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8300621821985321706</id><published>2008-05-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:06.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SDlaTP4_bWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BtDTG4rbwzQ/s1600-h/tagged_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204290131132902754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SDlaTP4_bWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BtDTG4rbwzQ/s200/tagged_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey y'all! Hope everyone is having a lovely weekend. We've had a great week...together!hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fine now, thanks for asking. Those of you that laughed at me, hmmnn, i warned you o! lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, we got tagged. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's our first Joint post! yayy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. link the person(s) who tagged you… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://aloofaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aloofar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Mention the rules on your blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The quirks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ef babe and JayBaba apparently 'look alike'... i guess its because we have the same big beautiful loveable eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These love birds love to rub their feet together especially when lying in bed together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If one person has to shut the other up, you are allowed to say 'shut up! but you have to say 'shut up boo' lol! even though sometimes the boo comes 5 mins after the shut up. The whole point is that even in shutting each other up, there is love and respect! lol. Also no matter how mad or upset either of us get no swearing or no name calling is allowed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We pray together every morning and night even when we're miles n miles apart, then we do it on the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaybaba unlike most nigerian men, bakes n cooks 4 his baby sometimes and trust me, he is reallly goooddd at it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to Jaybaba, Ef babe changes position in her sleep every 30 mins! lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonus quirk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaybaba likes to drum with Ef babes stomach and bum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We tag &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://anuu01.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bobbytaylor-bgt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobby Taylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://misstairebabs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Taire Babs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-satin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink satin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinuade.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tintin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://gongoaso.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unwritten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pink-satin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ef babe and Jaybaba'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8300621821985321706?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8300621821985321706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8300621821985321706' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8300621821985321706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8300621821985321706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SDlaTP4_bWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/BtDTG4rbwzQ/s72-c/tagged_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-5181216868560048067</id><published>2008-05-08T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSTIPATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SC7euZm8rpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eTzaCvnCC4E/s1600-h/constipation.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201339508389097106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SC7euZm8rpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eTzaCvnCC4E/s200/constipation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Y'all!!! How's everyone doing? Summer's started(or not! lol!), Hpe everyone that has exams is doing ok.... A Big Goodluck to all of you again! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we are long overdue for an update, no vex, i've been tryna prep for exams o! As for Jaybaba, he's had his exam and turned in all his coursework so he is literally done with his masters(YAY!!!!), he just has to turn in his dissertation and thats it! And the grad ceremony is in december, i will tie my big gele! you are all welcome to join me! LOL! Thank God o!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've warned him that if he should attempt any degree again, he is on his own! (technically he has like four; Computer sci Bsc, Information Management Msc, Theology, International Business Msc)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was gonna blog yesterday o, but i could not, you won't believe what happened to me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS VERY EMBARRASSING!!! IF YOU DARE TEASE ME ABOUT IT, SOMETHING WORSE WILL BEFALL YOU!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF YOU KNOW YOU WILL LAUGH JUST TURN BACK NOW O! GOD IS WATCHING YOU O!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so apparently, there's a list &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wrongdiagnosis.com/symptoms/constipation/side-effects.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (quite long to be honest) of drugs that can cause constipation. You might want to check the list out as many people would end up taking at least one or more of the drugs in their life time as it has even the likes of Tylenol and Nurofen on it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me i have been taking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/medicines/100000565.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Codeine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; for years now for  period pains, headaches and pain in general cause people with stomach ulcers can't take anything with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.netdoctor.co.uk/medicines/showpreparation.asp?id=1316"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; and of course we all know paracetamol can only do so much for you. I already knew that Codeine causes constipation so i used to drink a lot of water and it worked fine, i was never really that constipated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sha o, recently i had blood work done and the doctor said i had no vitamin d whatsoever and he prescribed me vitamin d injections. They did not have any so he prescribed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netdoctor.co.uk/medicines/100000415.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calcichew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and this stupid man did think to mention that babe o since u are already taking codeine, if you happen to take both together u will need laxatives. I sha took them the same day or in the space of a day between each other. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo and behold! Yesterday i woke up with one crazy ass lower back pain, i was like 'gini?, can somebody be on their period twice in like 2 weeks ni?' lol! I now went to the toilet o! that's when i knew what was popping! My Good God! I thot i will pass out in that toilet yesterday o! Nothing i did not do, prayed, cried for help, screamed, begged! (STOP LAUGHING)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent the whole day in bed cos i could not move, i could not sit, my back really hurt... It now jus clicked to me that may be it was my medicine cos i knew i had been drinking plenty water. Then i checked online and i found out it was the medicine. I was angry ehn! I sha crawled out of bed at night to go to the supermarket to buy DulcoEase, Anusol, Orange Juice, Bananas and Tangerine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel much better now... I'm sure by tomorrow i'd be good as new... I can laugh about it now o, but yesterday ko ti e funny! Boo was quite sweet about it tho. I called my brother to tell him and he was almost rolling on the floor laughing! I called my mum too, 'she was ahhh! pele o! take orange!' I was like idi mi (my behind) really hurts mummy, she said 'Pele, fi robb si' R u kidding me ??? Robb! I didnt even want to start with her, so i did not even argue or comment! When i told my brother his ma told me to apply rubb to my 'behind' he laughed sooo hardddd!!!! Later on at night, my mum and dad called to see how i was doing, that is how my dad was now saying that back in the day when people have piles what they do is sit on a bucket of hot water! I was like r u joking?? LOL!!!! I was like anyway daddy, i dnt hv pile jo, its constipation! LOL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What i actaully wanted to blog about today was 'Baby fat, hair nets, wrappers and diets' guess i'd have to do that tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to get back to my books rite about now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a good weekend people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ef Babe'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-5181216868560048067?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5181216868560048067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=5181216868560048067' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/5181216868560048067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/5181216868560048067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/05/constipation.html' title='CONSTIPATION!!!'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SC7euZm8rpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eTzaCvnCC4E/s72-c/constipation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2101627537086767191</id><published>2008-04-30T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:06.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ef Babe Chronicles' Premiere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SBjawD8uOyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/19UP62rONcM/s1600-h/Make+up+Art+pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195142689400437538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SBjawD8uOyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/19UP62rONcM/s200/Make+up+Art+pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey people!!! Hw's everyone? Hpe y'all are having a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok... school's alrite, have exams in june so we're all tryna get into the studying. Well, not a lot has happened since i last blogged jo, jus regular boring stuff... Jaybaba already told you guys about his birthday surprise and apparently i'm like the best girlfriend in the world (stop rolling your eyes! lol!). It's my ma's birthday today, she is 48... 'Happy Birthday Mum, Love u!'. I spoke to her and my dad today, she seemed to be enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now to serious business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 'Ef Babe Chronicles' Premiere!!! (Applause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well... where do i start from. Hmmnnn... in this my life, i have been through quite a lot. I'm grateful for every single experience though... yeh every single one. Even the ones that still make me angry when i think about them. Truth is, i can't overlook the lessons i learnt. Lessons like, when you have kissed a certain amount of frogs, you'd appreciate your prince charming even more when you finally meet him. People take a lot of things for granted, mainly because they don't realise how good they have it.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that the premiere would be jolly and funny, so i would not be picking on any idiot 'ex' today! LOL! I'd be posting my internet marriage/love proposals. Yeh u read right.&lt;br /&gt;I was on 'unwritten's' blog the other day and she was complaining about how facebook is turning into hi5. Well i testify to that! LOL! in the last week alone, i have received two love proposals! lol! I found one almost creepy sha! Speaking of creepy, Facebook is fast becoming an enbodiment of randomness. That's how one guy in my uni that i had never sed a word to, sent me a message saying 'how are you? wat r u up 2? where do u live? what r u doin l8r 2day?'&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaked out that he'd turn up at my door that i logged out sharply! LOL (and i now heard yesterday that this boy is dating one of the supposed hot babes in my class but he still keeps hitting on other girls, u knw what is annoying, i find him almost unsightly, he looks like a grasshopper!!! may be i'm being mean sha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's the first love proposal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There really is something about you that just shouted 'hold it!' so I really had no choice but to do just that. Now guess what? ur sexy, elegant, take-home-to-mama, a-girl-to-die-for picture just made me have to click the 'add friends' button. Honestly, you may call me Oliver Twist but sincerely I think we could get to know each other very well. I'm based in Nigeria most times, because I'm actually running my entertainment outfit from here. My p.m is mailmelive@yahoo.com. Hope you add me as a friend and find time to reply my msg. ciao."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agbaya, alainitiju, ole, olojukokoro! LOL! (Shameless person, thief, greedy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who gives a rat's booty where your creepy ass is based? And hell no! u wnt be taking me no where! Ole! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The second one was actually quite shamelessly straight to the point. It was titled 'WAT ZUP':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i'd like to talk to you pls give me ur number i wanna talk to you take care and be good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please somebody, what does wat zup mean? lol! and why did he have beg and say i wanna talk to you twice! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways people, that's it for today! I hope you all enjoyed the premiere and i hope you'd enjoy the subsequent stories like you did this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2101627537086767191?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2101627537086767191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2101627537086767191' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2101627537086767191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2101627537086767191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/04/ef-babe-chronicles-premiere.html' title='&apos;Ef Babe Chronicles&apos; Premiere'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SBjawD8uOyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/19UP62rONcM/s72-c/Make+up+Art+pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4030952209135296752</id><published>2008-04-17T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:06.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Mi... I Love the way you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeweQ-GrVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8Odd5-ENZWE/s1600-h/boome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190311129565801810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeweQ-GrVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8Odd5-ENZWE/s200/boome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boo Mi&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my head swell&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my heart beat&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my eyes look at you&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my mouth say those words&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my thoughts only of you&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my fingers want to text you&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my ears want to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my legs want to run a thousand miles to you&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make my whole being shiver with thoughts of holding you close&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me float on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you fill me with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Mi&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so much and I’ll always will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;its your Boo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaybaba&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4030952209135296752?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4030952209135296752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4030952209135296752' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4030952209135296752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4030952209135296752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/04/boo-mi-i-love-way-you-make-me-feel-i.html' title='Boo Mi... I Love the way you...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeweQ-GrVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8Odd5-ENZWE/s72-c/boome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4548793374908005041</id><published>2008-04-17T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:07.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a Boo... my bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeugQ-GrUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E0EdOfRAo2I/s1600-h/ju.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190308964902284610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeugQ-GrUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E0EdOfRAo2I/s200/ju.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok it was my bday on Tuesday… who knew???&lt;br /&gt;If you had asked me on Sunday ‘Jay baba, kilon pop on Tuesday?’, you would have gotten an answer like ‘what’s happening on Tuesday?’. To be honest I gave little thought to this bday mehn. I’ve got loads on my mind at the moment. Got to joggle school, 10 hour work shifts, assignments, exam preparations, dissertations and all that kinda jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ef asked me a few times, ‘Boo, what would you wish for on your bday?’ I must have answered ‘for you to be here with me’… at the time that was just wishful thinking. I had told her not to come over, I had mad work, same as her so I was gonna have a quite bday without my Boo (or so I thought).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it’s Sunday night, I am talking to Boo and I am about to say goodnight then she says “don’t wake me up until midday tomorrow”. I was gonna ask y but then I thought she was thinking of staying up to do some of her work besides I was so sleepy I jus wanted to doze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it’s Monday morning and my room is like a jungle, books, clothes, shoes everything everywhere. I thought to myself… o boy since you are not getting sch work done and your supervisor is putting you on cruise you might as well clean up this room jo, so I did (thank God). So the room is clean… again another unusual thought comes up, ‘take a bath’. So I freshen up, looking good in the house… strange…&lt;br /&gt;Its 12 noon, I text boo ‘U r not still sleeping or are U?’, she replies… ‘I’m in class I’ll call you in a bit’. I am wondering you are in class ke, and you didn’t text or anything. Anyhow I boned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 15mins later, the buzzer goes off… I’m thinking to myself I am not expecting anybody today na… then I pick the hand set, I say ‘yeah?’ and what do I hear… ‘HELLO’… WHAT??? I just dropped it.. (I am thinking to myself, that is not boo, it has to be someone else that sounds like her). I refused to open the door o. Then I picked it again and listened then she goes ‘BOOOOOOO’, I am like ‘JESUS, son of Mary, chosen one of the most high GOD’, this girl sha. Then I opened up.&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming, wake me up I told her. I thought you were in class (mumu like me, I should have figured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was speechless, was shocked and so excited my feet started to itch (happens when I am very very excited). I didn’t know what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day together, lovely as usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its April the 15th my bday abi… few early morning calls to disturb my sleep… but I’v got my Boo with me… wish come true!!!&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me, I am taking you out this evening, I am like ‘to where, do you know anywhere in Aberdeen ni?’. She says ‘iwo ma worry’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6:30pm, we head out… by this time I knew something was gonnna happen, I just didn’t know exactly what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;So Boo takes me into Frankie and Benny’s and gets a glass of ‘shayo’ for me….. AH, Boo mi, use her money to buy shayoooooo for me, he he, it must be my bday. Oh yeah it was. Anyhow, enough shayooo for me… she says to wait for a bit shes coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Me, mo ko chill… sipping my shayooooo small small dey go. Eventually she comes back and says lets go!!! I down my shayooo and follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head out, a few restaurants down the road, there is a party of my friends waiting for me, what a mad surprise&lt;br /&gt;2 days earlier I didn’t think anything of this day, now I am having one swell bday.&lt;br /&gt;Enough chops, enough fun, small shayoooo, enough laughs and all.. was a beautiful evening.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Boo that night, “what have I done to deserve all this?”. I am still waiting for a satisfactory answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo had to leave the next morning, so off to the airport we went in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to let her go (thinking I was the one that asked her not to come a few weeks earlier)… anyhow we kissed goodbye and I smiled all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;I got back home, I went to my room expecting another surprise, omo nothing o!!! so I thought, let me sleep mayb I’ll wake up to one. I slept and woke up, omo nothing o. what ui woke up to was my pile of coursework, assignments and exams to do and prepare for and guess what I am stuck with that for the next couple of weeks… AAARRRRHHHHH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y'all takecare of yourselves, keep your head up... signing out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayBaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4548793374908005041?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4548793374908005041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4548793374908005041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4548793374908005041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4548793374908005041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/04/wat-boo-my-bday.html' title='wat a Boo... my bday'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SAeugQ-GrUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/E0EdOfRAo2I/s72-c/ju.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6084150525584424444</id><published>2008-04-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:07.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Honestly'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SANr-w-GrTI/AAAAAAAAADs/BFBCwfke29c/s1600-h/magic+in+ur+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109921702391090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SANr-w-GrTI/AAAAAAAAADs/BFBCwfke29c/s200/magic+in+ur+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey y'all! Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? Ki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hpe&lt;/span&gt; everyone has had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; week so far. I've seen the comments about my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ef&lt;/span&gt; babe chronicles' so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna start that this weekend or there about. I can't rant for too long right now as i have a lot of work to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw this questionnaire on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unwritten's&lt;/span&gt; blog and i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; take it as well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Honestly, are you in love right now? Yes I am, emphatically! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Honestly, are you happy? Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Honestly, what's on your mind right now? My coursework, my boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Honestly, what are you doing right now? My coursework and blogging...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Honestly, what did you do today? Coursework, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been in the lib all day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Honestly, do you think you are attractive? Hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Did you do anything bad today? Nah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Honestly, do you watch Disney channel? When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; babysitting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time? Boo, music&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;errrmm&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Honestly, what is your mood right now? My mood is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Honestly, who do you want to see at this very moment? Boo mi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret? Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;rly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Honestly, do you hate someone right now? Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Honestly, who/what do you want to hug right now? Boo mi, or my sister&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Honestly, do your wrists hurt? My back does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Honestly, are you in denial? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; given it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;thot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now? Certainly NOT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Honestly, is it easier to talk on Blogger than in person? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Honestly, does anyone like you? He loves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Honestly, is it going anywhere with them? a year and a half and going strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Honestly, did you answer all these questions honestly? Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy the rest of your weekend people! Take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;urselves&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ef&lt;/span&gt; babe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6084150525584424444?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6084150525584424444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6084150525584424444' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6084150525584424444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6084150525584424444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/04/honestly.html' title='&apos;Honestly&apos;'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SANr-w-GrTI/AAAAAAAAADs/BFBCwfke29c/s72-c/magic+in+ur+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3690105030203181856</id><published>2008-04-08T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:07.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ef Babe's Love chronicles?'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R_u-7cRwTOI/AAAAAAAAADk/hKoK862n6Kk/s1600-h/drama+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949324259478754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R_u-7cRwTOI/AAAAAAAAADk/hKoK862n6Kk/s200/drama+queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey people!!! Hw's everyone doing? great i hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did everyone have a nice easter break? I had a relaxing one, i did not want to come back to school. I only jus got back yesterday, very reluctantly. Imagine i have a test tomorrow oh, it doesn't count but we are encouraged to take it as its the only practice we'd get just before exams. B4 we left for easter they told us the test was optional o!, thats how i got to the law school today and i saw on the notice board "all students must attend". Rubbish and nonsense! If i wanst back nko! lol. I've decided to take the test sha. I figured it won't kill me, it'd only make me stronger abi? So i've been in the library tryna revise, i'm taking a tiny break now. Shoot! my stomach is starting to rumble, ooohhhhhh! i dnt wnt to have to go to my room jo! lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, i can imagine how impatient u guys are to find out about the rest of the story. Sorry to have kept you in that kind of crazy suspense. I promise it won't happen again! lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... Ok the dude started necking me o! and me in my head i was like ki lon pop mehn? what is this guy up to? He sha started kissing me and all o. I was still too dazed to say anything plus i liked the dude so i dnt say nothing lol. Then this guy starts to go for my bra and i'm like uncle ejo pls! what did u put there that you are looking for? ehn? lol! ok i dnt actually say it like that but i threw his hand away and i looked at him dirty like if i slap you. He got the message and left it, i stayed for a bit more and then i went to my room. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thing with me is, if i dont like you and we are not together i usually dont see why you want to be getting physical with me. Even when we both like each other, if you are one of those stupid guys that like to give ten excuses why they cant be with a girl they supposedly like, but want to keep getting physical with, then you are oudie mehn.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eventually, i summoned courage to tell this guy that wo mehn, i like you and that the only reason 'movie night' turned out that way o, so kini prognosis? That's how this dinko was now telling me that he knows but it cant work out between us. It did not even pain me because the main reason i told the guy was so that he would not be thinking i'm one randy babe that just likes to do randy stuff at random times! lol! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the best part? After telling me, it can't work out, this guy still tried to neck me next time it was just me and him in a room!!! and i'm like ode! u wnt 2 kiss fine ge! but it cnt work out between us abi? SHEGE DANBUROBA! KO NI DA FUN IT CANT WORK OUT! OLE! ONIJEKUJE! LOL!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hpe u enjoyed the story! I'm thinking of starting an 'ef babe's love chronicles' series; it would be stories about my encounters with guys, relationships, all of the above. 100% true stories. But i need a go ahead from my potential readers cos there's no point writing if no one will read it. So let me know what you guys think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a gud week people! Take care of urselves!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay Baba sends his love (its his bday next tuesday, april 15th)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ef babe'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3690105030203181856?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3690105030203181856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3690105030203181856' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3690105030203181856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3690105030203181856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/04/ef-babes-love-chronicles.html' title='&apos;Ef Babe&apos;s Love chronicles?&apos;'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R_u-7cRwTOI/AAAAAAAAADk/hKoK862n6Kk/s72-c/drama+queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-398761234956419082</id><published>2008-03-22T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:07.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-T6lsRwTNI/AAAAAAAAADc/20jyTVKOucI/s1600-h/HappyEaster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180540996830645458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-T6lsRwTNI/AAAAAAAAADc/20jyTVKOucI/s200/HappyEaster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey people! hpe everyone is great. Happy Easter to everyone o!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the gift of his son. Thank Jesus for saving our asses by dying on the cross for us and proving he is truly God by rising from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;Be merry, celebrate, but don't eat to much! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i see u all want to know what the 'idiot' said. Ok. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so me and this dude had been spending sometime together and all... He was in my uni. He would come to my room. I'd go to his(we dnt live far from each other). I started to have a crush on him and all o. So one night, he invited me to his room for 'movie night'(what a trap!)... we saw this movie called 'in good company' i think. We were even discussing how effortlessly sexy scarlet johansson is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing i knew, this guy started necking me(e gba mi o)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopppssss I have to go!&lt;br /&gt;Guys i'm really sorry i have to do this! lol! but my brother is waiting for me in london. I gave him my keys yesterday and i need 2 get them back. I'd try to finish this gist as soon as i can get on the internet. No promises as my ma arrives tomorrow morning. She is only here for a week sha so at the most expect me back around the 29th. But i'd try 2 blog before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of urselves and have an amazing easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;'ef babe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Jaybaba' sends his love and apologies. He is so busy right now, i dnt even envy him. From coursework to 10 hour shifts to 2hour dry lectures! Well sebi na im wan do second masters. lol!&lt;br /&gt;Pray for him with me ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-398761234956419082?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/398761234956419082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=398761234956419082' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/398761234956419082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/398761234956419082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-T6lsRwTNI/AAAAAAAAADc/20jyTVKOucI/s72-c/HappyEaster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4489009444515141233</id><published>2008-03-18T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:07.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-BBj_ylsEI/AAAAAAAAADU/n9Q728RdzQI/s1600-h/give+my+heart+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179211658150916162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-BBj_ylsEI/AAAAAAAAADU/n9Q728RdzQI/s200/give+my+heart+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i sed i'd post my own poem today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The performance went like this... we sat backing each other and i look all confused and sad! lol! U shlda seen my face, u'd have thought it was a real love story. The poem i actually did that night was a modified version of the one i wrote years ago, in 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The one i wrote years ago was about liking a dude and i dnt know how to say it and all! lol! U know what is really funny, i wrote the poem in the exam hall, it was a 3 hour paper and i had finished but i didnt want to submit yet so i started scribbling on my question paper. Before u start calling me names, i got a grade one in that module o! Infact, let me blow my trumpet, i was the only girl with my subject combination in my year that got all grade ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways i'd post both poems. The old one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Old one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;There you are standing in front of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your adorable brown eyes watching me closely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look down at my feet shyly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I try but the words wont come out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to say it to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But a part of me does not want me to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I... I..." i trail off like i always do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look in ur eyes and i see the patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are waiting to hear it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Giving me all the time i need to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to wonder if i should really say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to think about the consequence of initiating that conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to wonder if i can handle the look on your face when i have said it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to wonder if things can get any more akward between us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Girl talking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sitting here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to say the words, i really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But a part of me is holding me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I try but the words just don't come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I think..." "May be we...." "You know..." and then i trail off like i always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can feel the patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You are waiting to hear it, giving me the time i need to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to wonder if i should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to think about the consequence of initiating that conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to if i can handle the look on your face whne i have said it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I start to wonder if things can get anymore akward between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Guy Singing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She used to be my queen, i used to be her king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;She used to be my girl, we used to rule the world together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But now you are far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And nothing is the way it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;8000 miles by plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And nothing is the way it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Guy and Girl singing together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bi n ba le rin lomi o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I would walk all the way to be with you (2ce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If i could walk on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I would walk all the way, i don't need no plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But its all over now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what i actually told the dinko that i liked him o... u won't believe what the idiot said!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways people! I'm signing out for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;'ef babe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4489009444515141233?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4489009444515141233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4489009444515141233' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4489009444515141233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4489009444515141233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetry_18.html' title='Poetry 2'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R-BBj_ylsEI/AAAAAAAAADU/n9Q728RdzQI/s72-c/give+my+heart+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-5358709162826420915</id><published>2008-03-16T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:08.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R93QX_ylsDI/AAAAAAAAADM/QZl_0bK4jCM/s1600-h/The_Outcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178524257225125938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R93QX_ylsDI/AAAAAAAAADM/QZl_0bK4jCM/s200/The_Outcast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We recently had a nigerian society event in school and one of the guys did a poem he had written himself. I really liked it, i thought i'd post it. The event went really well, i performed too. I did a poem i wrote years ago and a song with a friend of mine, it was like a lost love story. I'd post mine later. I'm gonna post the dude's poem today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No culture to call my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm an outsider in my own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everytime they sit together my heart hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too afraid to express the inner beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cant speak like them- the Yoruba- loud and larger than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My forgotten tongue- My only true regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those parents over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hear them staring at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So loud the words from their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Shame on him- another of our children has forgotten his roots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those 'homies' over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dare i walk up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't speak 'Pidgin' English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might as well speak German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They''ll hear nothing i say, unless with their own words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I barely open my mouth to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Too late- that freakish cross-bred accent had told them everything they need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is he British or American or Nigerian or is he just trying to sound better than us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again to the shadows of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outcast of my own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But never ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By 'Oluseyi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L8rz people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'ef babe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-5358709162826420915?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/5358709162826420915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=5358709162826420915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/5358709162826420915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/5358709162826420915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R93QX_ylsDI/AAAAAAAAADM/QZl_0bK4jCM/s72-c/The_Outcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-2769226416911376097</id><published>2008-03-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T05:12:14.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"8 Simple Rules For Dating My Daughter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Blogville! hw've y'all been living? Ki lon poppin? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a while... sorry o, its cos of school and stuff, u knw the drill. Anyways what i have for you today is the '8 simple rules for dating my daughter', i found the rules hilarious, thought you might too...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I will remove them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind will kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romance or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folk’s homes are better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm out guys... L8rz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ef babe'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-2769226416911376097?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/2769226416911376097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=2769226416911376097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2769226416911376097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/2769226416911376097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-simple-rules-for-dating-my-daughter.html' title='&quot;8 Simple Rules For Dating My Daughter&quot;'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8815995197786236946</id><published>2008-02-19T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:08.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7tWd5dJUgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hIlYb2UE1iU/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820068977037826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7tWd5dJUgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hIlYb2UE1iU/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Peoples.... Its been a while abi... E ma binu o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a crazy 2 weeks, I have been really busy with a lot of things but guess what, I am alive!!! Shame to all those who thought I would not make it, those that thought I would fall and not rise again, those that thought I would fail... Shame to all of them and thier families too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is to let you all that I am still here I have not gone anywhere and I will be back blogging soon... So until then, y'all take care of yourselves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay Baba... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I cant believe i just used that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8815995197786236946?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8815995197786236946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8815995197786236946' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8815995197786236946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8815995197786236946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-alive.html' title='I am Alive!!!'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7tWd5dJUgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hIlYb2UE1iU/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-1182186150746484617</id><published>2008-02-17T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:08.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air (contd)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7iVgZdJUfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uon37p2e0K8/s1600-h/smack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168044956229128690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7iVgZdJUfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uon37p2e0K8/s320/smack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Blogville!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hw's err1 doing? Its 'ef babe' o! se wa ok? 'Jay baba' sends his love, he's been rly busy but he's blog soon sha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hpe y'all had a wonderful valentines! Mine was how like i told you it'd be... i was in the library till 12.00am...how razz is that? but at least i dnt roast... my present already came on wednesday like i told you + one of my friends 'valed' me as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So back to my story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i decided to pop by this guys house o, jus to say hello + i got him something; jus as a friend, it was a one those cd holder book things (wat do u call them gan)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meanwhile i 4got my fone at home(ERROR!!!), so mumsy sees my fone and she takes it....(MISTAKE 2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just in case you r wondering, i was rly goin 2 church o, i jus thought to stop to say hello to 'love jones' lol! So whn i got there o, he was now tellin me one long story about how he got in trouble wiht some guys in school (dis guy is in uni lag by the way) and he couldnt tell his parents but needed help, so i said lets go and tell pastor. By the time we got to church, i heard my mum had come to look for me o! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When i got back home, i found out my mum had fone, she had taken it. I sha waited for her to get back and all. Finally she gets back, i greet her and she doesn't answer me, then i follow her to her room. She locks the door behind me and brings out a belt! Ibo lo lo leni?(translation: where did u go today?) ''I went to church, but i went to my friends house first..." 'O lo si le okunrin!(u went to a man's house abi!), they have DEFLOWERED you abi....' and she starts beating me o... i was so pissed and i'm like what is all this rubbish o? Please infact lets go to doctor now now and check!.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sha my aunt who happened to be visiting saved me... meanwhile, mumsy seized my fone for months o. Apparently, she had read my txt messages... I was not seeing anyone at the time but i had people on my case so i had valentines text messages and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's my valentine storyyy o! I hope no one got brushed o...hehehhheheeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's good bye for now people! Take care guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;'ef babe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-1182186150746484617?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1182186150746484617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=1182186150746484617' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1182186150746484617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1182186150746484617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-air-contd.html' title='Love is in the air (contd)'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7iVgZdJUfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uon37p2e0K8/s72-c/smack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3079834328829776599</id><published>2008-02-14T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:08.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air eh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7Qb05dJUdI/AAAAAAAAACk/zWJo9VqHKzY/s1600-h/pink+roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166785268091015634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7Qb05dJUdI/AAAAAAAAACk/zWJo9VqHKzY/s320/pink+roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey world! How u living? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry we havnt blogged since o, e ma binu, its school that is taking up our time. No vex o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, i thot it'd be easier when j and i blog to differentiate with 'ef babe' and 'jay baba'... it might be slightly razz but i like it...lol! I kinna got the idea from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anuu01.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways as probably already figured, this is 'ef babe'. Se wa ok? Ki lon poppin? LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Valentines day everyone... have fun, get some, show love, 'roast'.... basically do whatever rocks your boat or whatever floats it. Sha have it your way, u get the drill lol!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, as you are seeing me like this, i have coursework due tomorrow that i havnt finished, thats what i'd be valentineing about today o... well my mates said we should have a get together 'roasters party' lol, we'd see how that goes after i finish my work abi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now to the art of 'roasting'... well roasting entails being alone on vals day, not getting presents(ur mum, dad, brother, sister and cousin's presents don't count! lol!), may be even getting brushed... u get the picture sha. For as long as i could remember i had always roasted on valentines day; if i was not single, i was with a loser, or dinko that left me weeks before valentines day...BUT today i can stand tall, hold up my head and stick out chest and tell you that since i have been with 'Jay Baba' valentines day or not he treats me like a princess! Valentine's day last year was great, it was beautiful... Even though we can't spend the day together today as we both have serious school work to attend to, i know he's thinking of me plus my present already got here since yesterday...he such a sweetie isnt he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyin people, i've been thinking o... people keep telling me i'm hilarious and i should &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"conzilda stalnd hup comendy or avin ha tok show, ki le fee? heniway, to fulda hensho u alv ha nize falentine, i av a stolry 4 u"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere in lagos.... some 5 years ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum already gave her valentines day speech in the morning, 'awon omo kan de ma baye ara won je leni, won ma se 'sekuse won de ma loyun...' (some kids would mess up their lives today, they'd fornicate and get pregant) LOL! She wasnt worried at the time cos i agreed with her, its wat i do when i want her to get off something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So later on in the evening o, i said mummy i'm going to the cybercafe and i'm gonna pop by church afterwards and she said ok see you later. It was a saturday, then i used 2 go to church on saturday to gist with my pastor and help clean up, church was down the road from my house at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meanwhile, i had this neigbour she didnt like... well he is still my neighbour. 'Love Jones' should be about 22 now. His house is behind my house and this guy has been runzing me since 2003 and i said i'm not doing o, but he won't give up. Anyways so on my way to church, i popped by his....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3079834328829776599?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3079834328829776599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3079834328829776599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3079834328829776599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3079834328829776599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-in-air-eh.html' title='Love is in the air eh?'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R7Qb05dJUdI/AAAAAAAAACk/zWJo9VqHKzY/s72-c/pink+roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-3132000702341326615</id><published>2008-01-25T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:08.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Announcement : The guy with his mouth wide open...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is to inform you that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know who the dude in the other pic with his mouth wide open is o! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;My boo is handsome gan, as you can see in this photo, fine boy no pimples! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5oBne4BI-I/AAAAAAAAACc/-7vmurshiUU/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159438100920869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5oBne4BI-I/AAAAAAAAACc/-7vmurshiUU/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finally found a place... its rly nice and new, rly clean and cosy too and its close to school. Its not furnished sha but i think we can work around that. I hear there's a way i can lay my hands on affordable furniture. I'm gna be sharing the place with a classmate of mine. I called to agent today and i hear someone else might want the place so i have to rush down tomorrow morning to pay the holding deposit. The devil is a liar, this house is not goin anywhere. lol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, boo found a job! (Thank you Lord) I'm thrilled! I can't wait till his done in september and the real bucks start rolling in... The dude is a phenomenon sha if u ask me, he is doing his 2nd masters! Imagine o, some of us actually hate school! Such is life eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was digging up stuff and i found this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesnt mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents arent promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers, and you learn that you really are strong, and you really do have worth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a nice weekend people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of yourselves and each other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HoneyBun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-3132000702341326615?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/3132000702341326615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=3132000702341326615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3132000702341326615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/3132000702341326615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/special-announcement-guy-with-his-mouth.html' title='Special Announcement : The guy with his mouth wide open...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5oBne4BI-I/AAAAAAAAACc/-7vmurshiUU/s72-c/DSC00974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-4895554462829409631</id><published>2008-01-24T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:09.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'ing' thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5i06O4BI8I/AAAAAAAAACM/0AxeWKhdmnQ/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159072285671367618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5i06O4BI8I/AAAAAAAAACM/0AxeWKhdmnQ/s200/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello People! Hope you all are having a good week... mine has jus been there really, don't start lectures until next week so i have been home all week doing nothing but playing Pro-evolution (shouldn't i be doing something more productive?)... I'm getting kinda bored at the moment so i thought let me blog jo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here i am today... I call this one the 'ing' thing... one of my numerous use of words ... as usual, i wrote this to eF. Every line ends with a word ending with 'ing';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Thoughts of you are just amusing&lt;br /&gt;even when I think of us arguing&lt;br /&gt;I still think you are amazing&lt;br /&gt;It’s a process of us aligning&lt;br /&gt;this will only lead to non-stop balling&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is forever beaming&lt;br /&gt;when I see it I loose my bearing&lt;br /&gt;Baby its you I am craving&lt;br /&gt;I never see my craving ceasing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even want it to, it can keep cycling&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is so dashing&lt;br /&gt;it’s like hearing my best tune and dancing&lt;br /&gt;Your number, my fingers keep dialling&lt;br /&gt;cos your voice, in my head keeps echoing&lt;br /&gt;it never needs erasing&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps me looking forward to our evening&lt;br /&gt;when we stay on the phone and talk bout things so exciting&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I simply can’t explain the feeling&lt;br /&gt;there’s absolutely no forcing&lt;br /&gt;It’s incredibly just ever flowing&lt;br /&gt;I truly am on cloud 9 floating&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes ask why I am giggling&lt;br /&gt;it’s because of the love from you I am getting&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how we are growing&lt;br /&gt;We’ll leave the haters guessing&lt;br /&gt;They’ll have their thoughts hanging&lt;br /&gt;We’ll leave them confused, cursing and hissing&lt;br /&gt;then they’ll start hurting&lt;br /&gt;They won’t have a choice but to come down hushing&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can’t stop imagining&lt;br /&gt;as closer to our desires we are inching&lt;br /&gt;I do have inkling&lt;br /&gt;cos you are all in my inbeing&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s the way we are jelling&lt;br /&gt;it keeps my heart jumping&lt;br /&gt;To and fro I won’t mind jetting&lt;br /&gt;regardless of anyone’s jesting&lt;br /&gt;When I say I’ll never leave, I am not kidding&lt;br /&gt;This love we have, I am keeping&lt;br /&gt;Each time we are kissing&lt;br /&gt;it’s a new level of knowing&lt;br /&gt;knowing its going to be ever lasting&lt;br /&gt;Being with you is ever lifting&lt;br /&gt;Any guy wanting you should get used to loosing&lt;br /&gt;because behind, I have left him lagging&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my heart keeps melting&lt;br /&gt;My being you keep mending&lt;br /&gt;My feelings aren’t moving&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will only keep mounting&lt;br /&gt;The time is nearing&lt;br /&gt;when the thoughts and words might be nerving&lt;br /&gt;but I’ll give all funny feelings numbing&lt;br /&gt;and just go ahead with my vowing and nodding&lt;br /&gt;Ha, it’s ongoing&lt;br /&gt;This love has no ouching&lt;br /&gt;Every contestant I’ll out-sing&lt;br /&gt;My instincts I’ll keep obeying&lt;br /&gt;It’s because of you my heart keeps pumping&lt;br /&gt;My love for you I’ll keep proving&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one above you I’ll be placing&lt;br /&gt;In our love, our joy our happiness I’ll be priding&lt;br /&gt;Baby, let them be queuing&lt;br /&gt;Let them be quoting&lt;br /&gt;Let them be quiring&lt;br /&gt;Still our love will suffer no quaking&lt;br /&gt;May be I should move to reading&lt;br /&gt;Now? What will I be risking?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s leave that idea resting&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit till when the benefits of our patience we’ll be reaping&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I want you to know there is no shaking&lt;br /&gt;nothing like swaying&lt;br /&gt;Those hoping for some sort of shaming&lt;br /&gt;"in the hand", they must be smoking&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I am addicted to texting&lt;br /&gt;When I don’t speak to you, it’s a crazy time of testing&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a period of continuous taunting&lt;br /&gt;With you I’ll always want to be teaming&lt;br /&gt;This love is undying&lt;br /&gt;With you I’ll keep uniting&lt;br /&gt;Our love will always be up-going&lt;br /&gt;It will always remain unaging&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my deepest feelings I’ll keep voicing&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of you I’ll keep versing&lt;br /&gt;My assurance of you will never start varying&lt;br /&gt;My all in you I am vesting&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped wishing&lt;br /&gt;cos I know our love only stronger will be waxing&lt;br /&gt;My love, there will be no weeping&lt;br /&gt;before or after our wedding&lt;br /&gt;Again the haters let them keep yelling&lt;br /&gt;let them keep yapping&lt;br /&gt;let them, like dogs, keep yelping&lt;br /&gt;at their stupidity we’ll be yocking&lt;br /&gt;My true love, around you my life I am zoning&lt;br /&gt;Only towards our love am I zooming&lt;br /&gt;Towards our love I am zesting&lt;br /&gt;In our love I don’t mind zonking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;These are my feelings&lt;br /&gt;These are my wants'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it... let me know your thoughts. Apart from the words ending with 'ing' can anyone see anything in particular?... like i said let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally i am ok, but to be honest, things could be better with me... lets just say i am going through a little bit of a rough patch of life at the moment but guess what its not gonna put me down for one second... I am happy, I am living, I have my baby... Life must be good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all take care of yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-4895554462829409631?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/4895554462829409631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=4895554462829409631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4895554462829409631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/4895554462829409631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/ing-thing.html' title='The &apos;ing&apos; thing'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5i06O4BI8I/AAAAAAAAACM/0AxeWKhdmnQ/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8723520990246407863</id><published>2008-01-23T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:09.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School... House hunting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5csw-4BI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/QtYorkVC0Wk/s1600-h/DSC00535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158641118199489458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5csw-4BI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/QtYorkVC0Wk/s200/DSC00535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyin people ki lon sele? How's everyone's week going?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm alrite o, tryin 2 get into the school mood fully. I've had one tutorial and three lectures. Everything's goin ok... even the house search isnt goin bad; i have about three viewings and there's one place am supposed to be checking out today(its actually furnished!lol). I met a ton of people yesterday o, all naija people! Thing is since i've moved out here, i havent rly met people as such and i dont rly have friends here, so it been a bit crap for me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just randomly met this people in the kitchen o and we got talkin, thats how i met six new people yesterday. They are all doing their second degrees, 2 babes and like 4 guys; 2 are hausa, 2 are from delta(one grew up in ibadan tho so she is familiar with yoruba), 1 is yoruba and 1 is ibo too. For like the first time since i've been here, i actually had fun... i even ate free fried rice, we were all cooking till late last night. One of them is a producer o, i got her 2 listen to falz and she was like bring him to me when he is here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm optimistic about the place i'm supposed to be checking out this afternoon, its sounds really good and i hope i can take it as i am not the only person interested in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess that's all the gist i have for now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care peoples!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L8rz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Honeybun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  miss wearing my hair rly short, i cnt wait till it gets warmer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8723520990246407863?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8723520990246407863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8723520990246407863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8723520990246407863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8723520990246407863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-house-hunting.html' title='School... House hunting...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5csw-4BI7I/AAAAAAAAACE/QtYorkVC0Wk/s72-c/DSC00535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-1477548906394498770</id><published>2008-01-21T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:29:05.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New year everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my first blog of the year... as usual i dont know exactly what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a beautiful year so far... hopefully its only gonna get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me let you into something about me, I play with words... I can be serious when i do it, i can be messing about too. I make up words if i need to. I express myself with these words... its some sort of poetry... dont know what to call it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in the coming weeks, I'll be posting some of the stuff I'v written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I use words ending with 'et'... I wrote this to eF sometime last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My sweet Kokolet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face, so beautiful like violet&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you are worth far more than the most expensive bracelet&lt;br /&gt;Your love has pierced through my heart like a bullet&lt;br /&gt;You make me think about our “Eaglet”(s)&lt;br /&gt;You know 1, 2 or maybe triplet (lol)&lt;br /&gt;I would have said quadruplet&lt;br /&gt;But that’ll make us a family of sextuplet&lt;br /&gt;Na, I know you’ll want that idea flushed down the toilet (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow my sweet sweet Kokolet&lt;br /&gt;You have gone through my heart’s inlet&lt;br /&gt;And in there I have clothed you with a special mantelet&lt;br /&gt;And I know we both will never regret!&lt;br /&gt;I Love you so much my Sweet Sweet KOKOLET&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, theres more where that came from.... watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-1477548906394498770?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1477548906394498770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=1477548906394498770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1477548906394498770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1477548906394498770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-everybody-its-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8530756904247214272</id><published>2008-01-21T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School... 'Asa'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5U1NjzzL_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oyRCHkTri2w/s1600-h/asa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158087455289847794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5U1NjzzL_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oyRCHkTri2w/s200/asa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey People!!! Ki lon pop? How's everyone doing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ok... not too bad. School started today, i got my timetable and all... and my result too(I did great). Its only the first day o, hustling de ti bere... I'm supposed 2 out of this awful hall i live in by now but the stupid accomodation people are telling me that there nothing available... after waiting for months.... hissss!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tryna see if i can find some flat or house close enough to school but its so hard... everything is unfurnished.... me i dnt understand this area ooo, may be the landlords eat their furniture ni o... hisssss!!!! God help me shaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a lighter note, i made one the best discoveries in music yesterday... i went on "ASA"s site. Genuine talent. She is like Fela, Bob Marley and India.Arie re-incarnated. I watched her video for 'fire on the mountain' ... u can tell she is more particular about her message; no make up, her glasses, her guitar, her voice, her message... "There is fire on the mountain and nobody seems to be on the run, there is fire on the mountain top and no one is a runnin' " Its one of the few albums i like every single song on it, each and everyone of em... i particularly love 'Bi' Ban Ke', 'Subway', 'Awe' and 'Eye Adaba'... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Awe' really cracks me up, its about some dude(Wahidi Omo Sekina, Omo Muyina, Omo Mohammed) that apparently got some 'anti' (used to address older women in yoruba) pregnant... and this 'anti' is old enuf 2 be wahidi's mum and the kid dnt even look like him... the narrator seems pissed at him lol "Mama to bi mama re Ni mama mi, Emi na bi te mi, mo ntomo lowo o f’omo loyon, ma ko tire bami" -Translation; ur mum's mum is my mum, i have my own kids too, i'm lookin after this kid and he impregnates someone, Don't cause wahala 4 me o!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You shld def check this babe out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/asaofficial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.myspace.com/asaofficial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naive.fr/sites/asa/?lang=en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.naive.fr/sites/asa/?lang=en&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways people, have a nice week!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care of urselves and each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HoneyBun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8530756904247214272?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8530756904247214272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8530756904247214272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8530756904247214272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8530756904247214272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-asa.html' title='School... &apos;Asa&apos;'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R5U1NjzzL_I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oyRCHkTri2w/s72-c/asa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-1999497669925759050</id><published>2008-01-14T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:09.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R4u1CzzzL-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S6cC0q6PO8E/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155413258327502818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R4u1CzzzL-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S6cC0q6PO8E/s200/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey Peoples! Happy New year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How's everyone doin? Y'all had a lovely xmas? Mine was not too bad, i spent it with my brother and sister.... had boo over for about a week and we spent new years 2gether(yay!!!). I didnt go to lagos after all... i was instructed by my parents to stay back and see the doctors here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Boo and i threw a party new years day at my house. It was rly nice, had our friends over. Boo and i did all cooking together, it was mad fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finally got some answers from the doctors... apparently, i need 2 chill out and my thyroid function is slightly low. Hopefully as soon as i start the thyroxine treatment, my metabolism would be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've been spending the last 2 weeks of my holiday in scotland with boo, i start school on the 21st(not sure how i feel about that)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm out for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Take care of yourselves and each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HoneyBun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-1999497669925759050?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1999497669925759050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=1999497669925759050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1999497669925759050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1999497669925759050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R4u1CzzzL-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/S6cC0q6PO8E/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-1360486030689868891</id><published>2007-12-15T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:09.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say a prayer for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2PauTzzL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/OsWqY-_wAU4/s1600-h/P11-27-07_17.54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144195688513613778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2PauTzzL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/OsWqY-_wAU4/s200/P11-27-07_17.54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK you know what people, I need you all to get down on your knees and offer a prayer for me… its looking all funny you know but I guess I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a funny week (when I say funny I mean rubbish , disgusting, annoying, irritating, depressing, sickening, frustrating, aggravating and all the –ve words you can think about )… one second I am fine, you know sipping on some juice (zobo strawberry flavour) watching MOTD, next second I am calling the ambulance, few hours later I wake up in the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;I am like my God whats this? whats happening to me?, I don’t need this, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Right, and it was the last week of school, had seminars, had briefings for my coursework, had final important lectures… for Christ sake I was supposed to start work that evening… guess what I missed every single one of em + I lost the frigging job (lol) actually not hilarious. But hey that was it I was jus there on the hospital bed looking at the nurses ugly faces (there wasn’t any pretty one on duty gan!) sticking needles in me, I felt like a friggin junkie… few days later I am still in the hospital then the doc says “em sorry you wont be going home yet, you might be constipated cause of the medication.” I am like What??? Look I have had enough, I wanna go home, then she convinces me to stay back jus one day, then I say ok I will. Jeeezzzz, one day felt like another week, I just wanted to get out. Anyway, Wednesday evening I left the hospital… straight to the shower, had a good meal (some egusi Boo made the last time she was here), watched some tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still tired though, I have not stepped out the door since Wednesday, its Saturday now, don’t know if I am leaving until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;This is the summary, I am stressed, I have got loads of coursework to do, don’t have a job and guess what the topping on the pizza is… I don’t get to see my Boo until next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok so what am I going to do? Errrmmmmmm I don’t freaking know! I miss her so friggin much already; think I am losing weight (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I am asking you all pray for me; I am kinda alone, kinda just there… I am hoping things will be fine sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, I miss you and I am still head-over heels for you… kiss kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps do have a nice weekend and I hope the next week will be a better one for me especially…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-1360486030689868891?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/1360486030689868891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=1360486030689868891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1360486030689868891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/1360486030689868891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/say-prayer-for-me.html' title='say a prayer for me'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2PauTzzL9I/AAAAAAAAABs/OsWqY-_wAU4/s72-c/P11-27-07_17.54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6785696337094238375</id><published>2007-12-15T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:10.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's out, Missing you, 'hypothyrodism', Lagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2O-azzzL8I/AAAAAAAAABk/d-W9a9jBoPM/s1600-h/flakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144164567180586946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2O-azzzL8I/AAAAAAAAABk/d-W9a9jBoPM/s200/flakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey peoples! ki lon sele? How's everyone doing? Ready 4 the hols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;School's out... i'm aite i guess... tryin 2 be at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My exam went great actually, the questions were exactly how i imagined they'd be, i could have easily gotten a 70% but i dnt get to put down everything i wanted to, it was a 1hr 30 min exam... I'm still pleased with myself sha, for once i was confident about every question i answered in a law exam. I was ready for the exam, i prepared well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My health on the other hand is worrying me. There's a lump in the right side of my neck, apparently my nymph nodes are swollen + i'm showing symptoms of hypothyrodism. I'm always tired, i'm not eating very well but i'm putting on weight(who thinks 70kg is a lot for a 5ft 3" frame? u think i'm huge? look up at my pic), i get like crazy ass headaches; been having to take paracetamol+codeine to put me to sleep... Gym dude said my thyroid glands might be under active. I saw the doctor this week but she was being a pant; she said to give the lump in my neck more time(more time to grow to the size of an orange abi?) + i missed my blood test because of the painkillers i took to put me to sleep and i overslept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eh hen o... i don't get to see my other half till next year...hw horrible is that? Dnt wry i won't cry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm going to lagos o, on the 24th, that wasnt the plan before but plans have changed sha, i'm back on the 3rd sha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm hungry jo... I'm goin 2 wagamama mehn...lol! I'm moving my stuff to london today 4 xmas. Tolu wants us to go to steam bar 2nite for eldee's party, i'm not so sure i have the energy for that but on the other hand i havent been out for monthsss, basically since summer...hw razz is that lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boo, i miss you so muchhhhh... u dnt even know how it is doing me... its like... ok, i promised to stop whinning so i'd hush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways eyin peoples, have an amazing weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take care of yourselves and each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Signing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honeybun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6785696337094238375?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6785696337094238375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6785696337094238375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6785696337094238375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6785696337094238375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/schools-out-missing-you-hypothyrodism.html' title='School&apos;s out, Missing you, &apos;hypothyrodism&apos;, Lagos'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R2O-azzzL8I/AAAAAAAAABk/d-W9a9jBoPM/s72-c/flakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-195040679870603600</id><published>2007-12-09T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:57:00.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my no 1</title><content type='html'>Boobooboo,&lt;br /&gt;you know you are number 1 in my life, second to football ke? C'mon...&lt;br /&gt;to think that we lost the game gan is quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, you are meant to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway people, its been a funny weekend, loads of coursework and God i am not really looking forward to this christmas break... o ma gun gan! I am hoping something will happen...&lt;br /&gt;lets hope the week will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Boo, I love you more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-195040679870603600?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/195040679870603600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=195040679870603600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/195040679870603600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/195040679870603600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-no-1.html' title='my no 1'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-8953408303219328969</id><published>2007-12-09T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:10.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ki Lon pop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1wLVfKb_OI/AAAAAAAAABc/ugiFKDfXiSs/s1600-h/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141997338320698594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1wLVfKb_OI/AAAAAAAAABc/ugiFKDfXiSs/s200/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boo mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanted to say sorry about this morning again... u know i wov you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, peoples how are y'all living? Hope err1's gud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm ok... at least i'm feeling a bit better... been feeling very wierd lately... gna see a doctor on wednesday. I have an exam in two days, i'm feeling very calm, i think i have it covered... Speaking of which i should be studying rite now o, but i jus don't rly feel like it plus i have a bit of a headache and i'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meanwhile boo, you are using me to watch football abi? that's why you haven't checked on me! Welldone o! Wa ba mi ni bi! Don't get me wrong i'm a football fan too but i do not like feeling second to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sha let me go and rest and then start brushing up on my cases... by the way i'm studying law... everytime i remember i should be graduating next june but i'm not i get this wierd feeling in my stomach... what happened abi? Don't worry that's gist for the next time i blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm signing off for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Take care of yourselves and each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HoneyBun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-8953408303219328969?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/8953408303219328969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=8953408303219328969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8953408303219328969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/8953408303219328969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/ki-lon-pop.html' title='Ki Lon pop?'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1wLVfKb_OI/AAAAAAAAABc/ugiFKDfXiSs/s72-c/DSC00074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-231917929371720124</id><published>2007-12-08T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:10.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1tTifKb_MI/AAAAAAAAABM/3-z6aXzXY4Y/s1600-h/DSC00866-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141795251519487170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1tTifKb_MI/AAAAAAAAABM/3-z6aXzXY4Y/s320/DSC00866-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boo mi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your name… it’s just like you, very beautiful, very unique…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love your beautiful soul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feel of your name on my lips…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you hold me, so tight yet so gentle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feel of your gentle touch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat me like a princess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you do stuff for me and I don’t have to ask…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you kiss me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look in my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you hold my hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile at me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you always make me laugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you speak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you treat your mama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you sing to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you are so caring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you laugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you make me wanna love you more everyday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my man, you are my baby, you are my friend, you are my brother... Baby, you inspire me. You make me&lt;br /&gt;want to be a better person. Its beautiful that you love me for my crazy ass self. Honey, i couldnt be more grateful to God. This whole thing is just as amazing as it crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterscotch, thank you for signing me up to the clan of the happiest peoples alive. I love you honey... i really do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really has been the most amazing year of my life... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signing off 4 now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HoneyBun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-231917929371720124?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/231917929371720124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=231917929371720124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/231917929371720124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/231917929371720124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1tTifKb_MI/AAAAAAAAABM/3-z6aXzXY4Y/s72-c/DSC00866-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6048983547057797622</id><published>2007-12-08T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:32:10.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1sw_PKb_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q6T8NdHqLm0/s1600-h/aniv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141757262533754002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1sw_PKb_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q6T8NdHqLm0/s320/aniv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna say something about the past year. Its been wonderful, crazy amazing, incredible, I don’t have words to actually make you realise how ecstatic I am when I think about all that has happened. I found her, who knew when she said hello, who knew when I made that call, who knew when we started talking… who knew I was gonna fall in love. I have fallen and I aint getting up. If there is a hole called love, I have fallen into it, its getting deeper and guess what I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;We had our 1st anniversary last month, crazily amazing; I am so over the moon for my lady. She is more beautiful everyday, I love every bit of her, and she is my angel, my Love, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only, my angel she is holding my hand, we are taking a walk down Love street, I love this walk, I don’t want it to end and I know it will not end.&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been the best in my life looking forward to this new one, its only gonna get better and better as the years go by. I am on cloud 9, I am flying without wings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more in the coming weeks so watch this space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6048983547057797622?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6048983547057797622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6048983547057797622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6048983547057797622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6048983547057797622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-wanna-say-something-about-past.html' title=''/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/R1sw_PKb_JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/q6T8NdHqLm0/s72-c/aniv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5671723265617713380.post-6967629012067066363</id><published>2007-11-01T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T08:03:40.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all about Us...</title><content type='html'>Yeah its all about Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5671723265617713380-6967629012067066363?l=efjay-efjay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/feeds/6967629012067066363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5671723265617713380&amp;postID=6967629012067066363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6967629012067066363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5671723265617713380/posts/default/6967629012067066363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://efjay-efjay.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-about-us.html' title='Its all about Us...'/><author><name>eFJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077813101317963308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6090hm73N64/SLpPacyEOuI/AAAAAAAAAII/mXpGYNcdJGg/S220/Kiss-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
