The #rePlay Series: ePisode 3

That moment when you stumble on a song you had no idea existed on your iPod and you simply hit the repeat button.

Take That created that moment for me.

I've suddenly become quite in sync with the British folk. From movies to accents to music. Not as bad as i thought I must say.

'Love Love' is actually the original soundtrack from the X-Men: First Class movie and I can't just help but picture James McAvoy (Prof Xavier) and Michael Fassbender (Magneto) performing to this song on stage...like a karaoke session or something. Weird, I know. 

Makes me love it even more...

The Zit

I have been one heck of a lazy blogger. My bad. Been laid back and thinking of my life for a while (for real though)
Had a chat with my sis the other day and decided I'd just let everything fall into place. When you don't focus so much on it that's when it makes up its mind to surprise you...positively.

It's like a zit. Well, my zits to be precise. They show up on my face. People go 'Oh my! There's a pimple on your face. Burst it' But then I don't. And it realizes I don't give a hoot about it so what happens? 'Poof'...it disappears.
Sounds odd relating life in general to acne but that's really how it is *shrugs*

Moral of the story: Quit popping them zits! Although I do have one that came out of no-where, landed on my forehead just above my right eye and it 's giving me quite a headache *urgh*
But I shan't be moved *straightface*

In other news, I FINALLY (emphasis on FINALLY) took some days off work and went on vacation after a looooooooooooooooo......ng (you can add more 'o's to that) while.

I did learn one or two things though. One: The UAE is not for 'broke' fellas. Lesson number two: The UAE...is not for 'broke' fellas. Yes. I said it twice.
That also made me think about life...yet again. Of how glorious it would be if I could just find me an Arabian Prince (or rather, he finds me) that would bathe me in diamonds and pearls.
But then...who knows?

The #rePlay Series: ePisode 2

The U2 and Mary. J synergy.
You can't go wrong with this one. They both have a way of boring a hole into your subconscious and just making a home there.

And then...the lyrics set in *sigh*

*puts earphones on* One...

Bean-Cake

It's like any other day. Well, not any other day actually. It's the first weekday after the election weekend and everyone seems skeptical to step out of their 'fortresses' cause of the tension of the unknown.
Let's be honest. It's not exactly a cue to safety. We all just found a solid excuse not to go to work that day.

Election weekends should be every weekend. All in favor of this say, 'I!'
Yeup. I thought so too.

Anyway, politics is really not my cup of tea *yawns* Food on the the hand, pretty much is.

Okay. Back to my life-changing tale.
So I was walking down the street going over to meet my 'colleague-turned-friend' so we could head to work together. And then, right there...that awesome aroma hit me. I have quite the nose so trust me, I mean it when I say 'hit' me.
I knew that aroma oh so well. It was the belly-saving smell of Akara. For those who don't know this amazing work of cuisine art, kindly click on the link here

Anyway, fast forward to a pack of plantain chips, three cupcakes, another pack of plantain chips and one and a half cream 'duff'nuts, (as my friend calls it...you know like 'DoUGH'. 'EnoUGH'. Anyway, sure you get the idea) I found myself in Mushin, well 'we', found ourselves in Mushin just to get us a bag quarter-full of Akara. And then my day was complete. *sigh*

The thing is, Akara is not your 'everyday-craving-meal'. But when you do crave it, the feeling never goes away till you quench it...with just a taste of one hot freshly-fried ball. And then when you couple it with a loaf of soft Agege bread...oh! *tears of joy*

Again, for those who know not what Agege bread is, my bad. Can't seem to find it in Google/Wikipedia this time. You just have to live with the imagination. It's such a pity you can't share this glorious moment with us.

And that's it for the day. Happy belly, Happy Wit :)




Touching...isn't it? *wipes happy tear*

The #rePlay Series: ePisode 1

The Beatles.
Never been much of a fan but thanks to the 'bigger' bro I couldn't help but get hooked to a few classics.

And today just happens to be one of those days. Got my iPod to blame for that... #rePlay

                                                 

'Na Na Na Na Na Na Na 
Na Na Na Na
Hey Jude!'

Peace...Be Still

Overwhelming...yet reassuring
In a rush...but still so calming

Looking for the right words
Searching for the start point
Tug...Pull
Push...Shove

Feels like a roller coaster
Sometimes my hands can raise no higher
But then I sit...I wait...I wonder
Is it just me or do I feel the walls crashing under?

Papa Roach

Namaste!

Apologies. I've been 'hanging' around a new found Indian friend of mine. A colleague more like. No, we haven't met in real life. Apparently our social space is Whatsapp.

He is probably the only reason I open that application on my phone. And of course my mum too. She keeps getting more IT savvy by the minute! I can't keep up.

Anyway, that aside, he is actually one of the reasons for this post.
Somethings or rather, some people have come into my life in less than a month and made quite the impact.
Sometimes you unconsciously psych yourself that you are in this lil' bubble of your's and no one really knows you exist. Ironically, there happens to be a whole lot of eyes on your every move; especially those that appreciate your 'little' efforts.

To be honest, I'm having a bit of writer's block. The words are in my head but they just can't construct themselves through my keyboard.
But I'm hoping you get the drift on my 'life-aspiring' post

These 'new' people have 'reminded' me of how sweet, caring and selfless I can be. (Well, I didn't say that. They did *grins*)
In a space of less than four weeks I've prayed with them, encouraged them, listened to them go on and on and on about their problems. And even though sometimes I feel my weakness is that I care too much, I think having that 'weakness' is worth it cause the greatest 'strength' I could ever have is the one that comes from the genuine smiles that 'weakness' puts on the faces of others.

Soft? Me??? Nah. I'm still a hard nut to crack. Well kinda...sorta.

I would've put their names on here but then my blog won't focus on me now, would it?
Call me conceited *sticks tongue out*