Question?

• At what point do guys fall in love? is it pre or post sex? Why?
• How important is sex to guys and chics,(you) say on a scale of 1 - 10.

Your comments are very welcome.

Things I HATE!!!

1. I hate crossing roads, i try to avoid it as much as i can or whenever i do have to cross a road you see me making a 100m dash that FloJo would be envious of.
2. I hate valentine day....okay i hate not getting gifts on that day or fake ass cheapie stuff especially if am supposed to be dating someone and get the person something totally faboulous, like a fake cheap lying ass broda that called himself boyfriend that got me a generic chocolate that tasted like kuli kuli mixed with choco milo and one kind sosorobia perfume, imagine! and i got him Perry Ellis aftershave set or something really expensive!(shiou**hiss***tsktsk) I want my gift back,i want my gift back i want my perf back, i want it, i want it, i want it.........
3. I hate bullies! physical, psychological, emotional bullies that try to short circuit a working mind. i get crazy when i think of them.
4. Being alone sometimes makes me hallucinate..yeah, yeah... Please oh! E jo! Before somebori say that B! is a were, I no be crase person oh! Okay na once in a while I de hallucinate…. Infact na transition into anoda realm of self consciousness, infact read ya dictionary. I know say people de sometime read out of context so emm cool down mama read am well well
5. okay i hate bikes in lagos,especially those okada men that signed a pact with the devil to at least frighten a soul to the gates of the great beyond even if they can't take you there....crazies
6. Traffic jam!
7. someone playing rock music in my jazz!! irks me silly and sometimes i just smile and pretend or act the fool. I ain't wasting my saliva talking back or arguing. Too damn fragile to worry my pretty lil head. LOL. eg when there's no water in my house or my falling apartment, my landlord is a ----.
8. Falling in love with an a**(figure it out).
9. Hate living alone….bills, bills, bills.
10. Hate waiting….waiting for someone, something, anything leaves me edgy.
11. Hate being broken, I get edgy, irritated and higly withdrawn and upset.
12. I hate owing, lose hours of fruitful sleep bugging my pretty lil head
13. well i guess 7 pretty much summarise it all...anything out of sync might just fit in, especially those that brag about the nothing they have, what would Dangote do? Those silly boastful airheads, those filled with hot aired pride and the ITKs (I Too Know)

warraever..........am good

Last night

was a busy weekend for me,doing an IT course and had to read up for a test, was almost regretting why i took up the course. My head was banging all through the weekend!! It was filled with book!! gosh i no be geek at all at all. Thank God i passed the one i took.

Fear is paralyzing!! with all the stories about robbery attacks on the road, joints and homes. I have never been robbed by gunmen or at gunpoint before, pray never to experience such horrible scene. anyways woke up last night at about 12.30 am to hear gruff 'area boys' voices talking close to my house, usually when i wake up at night i either go back to sleep immediately or watch TV but last night i was frozen on the bed. with my mind spinning different scenarios and yours truly has a very fertile imagination so i was frozen stiff with fear. couldn't even get up as i heard one of them ordering a woman to get into a car, i could hear footsteps, doors banging and all that. i had created escape routes in my mind, quickly i had to wear dress up (yeah yeah i sleep in my birthday suit sometimes, don't want to give any body any ideas) and started praying and confessing all my sins, sins unknown and known, recent and past, ones God had forgiven me and the ones i was not too sure about, sins of commission and omission and all that, and all that plenty plenty things just playing on my mind.
Ha!! fear!! dealt with me seriously and was unable to get a good night sleep, after much prayers and praying for daylight,( this was very rare for me as i hate going to work, would rather pray for a longer night) i finally drifted to sleep.

woke up at 5am and the neighbourhood was extremely quiet. not a sound.
maybe it was my overworked mind playing tricks on me or an explainable situation that escalated to whatever in my mind...whatever excuse i never want to be facing a gun, day time or night time.
Phew..........what a night.

Play misty for me,
by the warm bedside or is it on the floor?
where we play footsie, and I dream on.

Let me move to your beat,
that weakness that leaves me beat.
thrusting gently, you make me speak.

body talk, i listen as we communicate
side by side
never to the limits,

we play safe,
sure and want,
you and i.

maybe's just maybe's.

let's enjoy the moment.

Touching your bald head...
looking in those small eyes that speak volumes,
your silence inscribes depth somewhere.....

so you say
truths unfold in plain sight,
you and me
tangled deep within

am not yet free,
believe in me.

secret is your voice turns me,
you laugh. those lips.
soft touch.

thoughts.

Tranquil

i have been in a state of tranquility,
since the door hit your behind.

now am laid back feeling the flow.
JOY became you when you left.

with all your drama and theatrics,
leaving Brad bedazzled.

when you realise....
I'll be long gone.....maybe in the arms of the camelman.

trANquil. peacefUL. rocking the Northern storm.