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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

i failed.

I don't deserve this.

I really don't.

Studied 10 hours each day for 11 days.

Gave up my chat time.

Gave up my twitter time.

Gave up my writing time.

Gave up my movies.

Gave up my shopping time.

Gave up my novel-reading time.

Gave up my visiting time.

All my free time. Gave it up.

Slept at 7 am each day and woke up again at 10.30/11 am.

I prayed.

And yet...


I do not deserve this at all.

Yours in sad, gushing tears.

The busy brains.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


*I've been thinking about the Biafran war idea why.I keep thinking about what they must have gone through, how much they all must have suffered, and all for what??

So here I am,40 years on, trying to put myself in their shoes...I'm sure I barely brushed the tip of the iceberg.


So much sorrow…

Too much of it,

So much sadness,

Unstoppable tears,

Motherless children,

Fatherless ones,

Widows, widowers,

Child-less folks,

Everyone is hurt.

But today,

In the midst of it all,

We smile through our tears,

We sing through our sorrow,

We laugh through the despair

Gripping our hearts,

There’s a ray of hope,

A silver lining,

We hold each other,

Cos love’s all we have left,

The sun shines brighter,

The clouds look cheerier,

The birds sing louder,

The trees dance better,

They sway to the wind.

The world just looks…

More peaceful,

More beautiful,

Our broken hearts

Are beginning to heal,

We are taking a step forward,

As a country, as a family,

All who died during the war,

Will not die in vain,

They died for a better tomorrow.

We will make them proud,

Biafra will live forever.


*Too bad it didn’t last

Monday, January 11, 2010

he's my mess

Everyone has a cross to bear,

A separate, personal burden,

Different from the world’s

A mess to clean up,

Look at him;

What a mess…

He smokes, he drinks,

He drools when he speaks,

He’s not that smart,

He doesn’t believe in God,

He’s an ex-convict.

The list is endless;

But he’s very charming,

He loves me,

He listens to me,

Even when I say rubbish.

He treats me right,

And calls me beautiful,

He cooks me dinner

When I have had a long day,

And rubs my back, when it hurts.

So don’t judge me,

I didn’t choose to love him,

It just happened,

And stop acting all superior too,

For who knows what skeletons

You have, hidden?

Just because your smile is pretty,

Doesn’t mean your heart is.

He’s MY burden,

MY cross, MY mess;

And I love him,

So how about you mind your business?

Leave my mess alone,

Clean yours up first.

Edit: This is not about me. i repeat, this is not about me, OkThanksBye

Saturday, January 9, 2010

My dream man

hey my good people if blogville! how are you doing??

first of all i appreciate all the comments on my last post, i ended up not going for the party. Great choice :)

so one night i was on twitter ooo, and i started thinking of my dream man, and then i decided to blog about him hehe.

oya *ahem* make all of you listen oo

first let's start from his arms

he should have well developed biceps brachii and triceps brachii, as in WELL DEVELOPED.

then his pectoralis major muscles must be well developed so that when im sad i can just rest my head on them...of course he has to be taller than i am, cos there's no way im bending to rest my head on someone's pectoralis...but again it is very easy to find a taller man, im only 5'4

then his rectus abdominis! the linea alba should be very deep ;) shows the six-pack very well.

Now his hands...those extensors should be strong, yet soft...and his palmar aponeurosis should be TOUGH. No butter-butter palms for this chic. ehen.

His thighs, strong and capable, with the biceps femoris and quadriceps femoris in good shape so that his steps are sure and calculated :) there's something about a man's confident spring.

His while i like a healthy gastrocnemius muscle (a.k.a yams), i do think the other muscles of the leg shoukd be bulky too, you know like them peroneus, soleus, tibialis anterior, because there is no way in hell imma date you if you have HEAVY gastrocnemius muscles on chicken legs, nossir.

No special requirements for the feet...they do have to be proportional to the whole body though.

what else?? aha his back! i do love that trapezius muscle...when it is well developed it means the deltoid also gets to be sexayyyy :D

omdaiz omdaizzzzz i totally forgot the cheeks!
my most favourite feature!

i want his zygomaticus major to be shorter than average (that's not an ABNORMALITY it is a VARIATION #getitright) so that when he smiles it pulls on his skin and forms that indentation otherwise known as dimples. #sigh i am a sucker for dimples, cheii.

And now, the most important part!!! my second most favourite. dum dum di dum *drumroll*

the *ahem* GLUTEUS MAXIMUS *cough-cough* Nuff said.

p.s: i did not talk about his penis, that was on purpose X_X i have forgotten the penis muscles for now

pps: his none-physical features : he must love God, it is BY FORCE. ehen. He must love me for me, be kind and caring, SMART, no dullards for this babe, and BO or MO are a no-no, and i aint talking no-no here, im talking NO-NO as in no matter how fine you are, you MUST NOT STINK! #okthanksbye

The busy brains

Monday, January 4, 2010

first post

Shoulda done this a while ago...i was feeling very very lazy...oh well

Happy New year! the year still new?? ya, NO. That is, to me at least. I think after 2nd January, the happy new years should stop. sorry.

My roommate was born on the 1st. *mr. Omar's voice* Tragic, tragic lol, im kidding o...i think the date is unique, like very unique.

But here's the downside.

People forget.

Yes, it is very easy to forget, i mean everyone is in the New Year mood, cooking and eating, visiting, they just forget it's someone's birthday.

So here's my plan.
No babies on the following dates:

June 12, May 29, Jan.1...

Babies can come on any of these dates:

Feb 14, March 25(my birthday), May 27, July 04, oct 1...


Now, i only need two of these dates o...or at most 3, no football team for me thank you.

My husband can like to be fine too. I will blog about my dream man post maybe.

So, my birthday is arriving in 80 days. yes, i am counting down. this age, it haf do, cheii, im tired.
and i am announcing now:


i'm dead serious. You don't have to buy me anything but please no chocolates! unless of course, you're accompanying it with something that is not a card :)

Like really people should get something better to buy than chocolates, it's not like i hate them or anything, but i don't need them as birthday gifts.

i mean there are guitars, there are BBs, there's jewellery, there's a hard drive and other stuff *wide grin* lol

That aside, i've got a question for you guys...would you travel a journey of 22 hours (by train) to another city for a party?? need your feedbacks please.

yours in ex-new year
the busy brains.

p.s. i got my roommate a wrist watch that she loved :) #okthanksbye