Something Post Worthy

"Find something worth fighting for and fight for it" -Unknown

I have had nothing post-worthy or rather, worth me getting off my lazy bum and typing here. That is until today. Today OrionPixels Photography put up a blog post on breast cancer. And as the month wears on and comes to an end, it makes me wonder, "Have I done my job to fight something that has hit close to home? Have I done at least one thing to contribute to the cause?" Nope. I haven't. Being wrapped up at work and at home and in sleep, I've kind of shift the thought that many out there are fighting breast cancer to a very remote part of my brain. But of course, it is infact someone else's headache, why make it my own? Because at one point it was mine. I knew a lady, you know one of those aunty/family-friends that you are actually cool with, who had died fighting breast cancer a year ago. As much of unrelated we were, we still went through the highs and lows of the fight against breast cancer. I know only a small portion of the pain that her family and particularly my "cousins" went and are still going through after the death of their mother but it was still a lot for me then and now.
Breast cancer will not be cured today, but I know there is research geared towards finding one in the mean time we still need to work on finding the earliest detection technology and most importantly making people aware of it so that they too can help and also go get screened. So even if you can't make a monetary contribution, or go on the Breast Cancer Walk, or volunteer, just simply spread the word, by clicking on, and reposting Project P!nk: Chronicles of RoseMary somewhere so that others may be made aware.

Random

I finally got my white pants which happen to be the only thing that is solid white in my closet, even the closet walls are eggshell. Anywho, as I was trying on my white pants, a thought came in to my head, out of my mouth and proceeded to this page. It was, the worst thing would be to improperly clean yourself and leave shit/feces/fecal matter on your white pants. As I laughed it over with my friend, I said "And only a friend could tell you that you have shit on your pants. Why? Because if it was a "hater" who said it, your response would be, "Yeah cause I just shat on your face"
If you wouldn't say it now because maybe we are all to mashure, would you have said it 5 years ago? 10? 15? Nah you can't possibly be that old! I joke, I joke! Yes, random post for a random Thursday.

Cheating

Do you forgive it?
If you do, could you forget it?
And if you can't, can you really truly sincerely say that you've forgiven it?

I'm watching Sex and the City season 4.

P.S. Does anyone watch Game of Thrones? If so did you watch the last episode? Go watch the last freaking episode.

Sharing is Caring

As long as it's not a C. Diff.

Stumbled across this and read the whole thing through (shocker). What he said throughout the post not only goes both ways but it also spills out of the confines of marriage. It can go for friendships, relationships and all the works. Read and pass on. You don't know whose relationship you're helping.

16 Ways I Blew My Marriage by Single Dad Laughing


Ciao

Night Tins

"It's not always rainbows and butterflies//It's compromise that moves us along"

-Maroon 5 "She Will Be Loved"

I'm up. Answering these damn 100-questions which is only one out of a set of three that I need to submit. So Pandora is my buddy for the night.

Question Question

Ello my fine people! So I just have a question and it would be HIGHLY appreciated if I got at least one opinion on the matter, five won't hurt though. So the question that I've been debating with several people and decided to pose to my fine bloggers, and it applies to both men and women is, "Would you date and possibly marry a virgin?"

Drop the comment, you can be anonymous if you choose or you can just email me your response. I would like to know what you people are thinking

Love Yourself

You are not the most important person in the world but you are important to some people, very important, and that is all that matters.

The Truth...

If you're not courageous enough to say it there is absolutely no problem. The problem comes into play the moment you try to crucify the person who is.

Internal Discussion

When I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, I saw different emotions flicker across my face but the one that stood out the most was unhappiness. I wasn't happy and haven't been for a while. Don't know why. I just know that I find myself that way at the end of the day. Nothing is really happening to make me unhappy. But then that's probably it. Nothing is happening. Time is moving forward, days are passing and nothing but a routine of wake up, shower, go to school, get upset with faculty or administration, do work, come home, study and sleep. That is what my life entails now. That is all. There is no life in that. No soul. Just routine work. I have plans, ambitions, so why am I not doing anything different? Why am I so bland? Why am I not changing anything? And then from within, the answer came. Soft, damn near silent. And If I had kept on yelling in my head I probably wouldn't have heard it. "Because YOU have decided to let it be that way."

Stuck in silence as I sat on the toilet (Most of life's biggest questions are answered in the bathroom), the voice became louder. "YOU don't want anything to change. YOU wake up everyday and choose not to make anything happen. It is YOU. YOU can't be angry with anyone because YOU have allowed your life to be like a ball that doesn't bounce. YOU have chosen not to be happy"

I couldn't argue because I knew it was true. I already knew the answer but I needed it said by someone other than myself, my internal self doesn't count. I know, I have issues.

In the end I came up with the conclusion that I have to choose to be happy. I probably won't choose this everyday and maybe neither will you, but it all boils down to what YOU choose. People will piss you off, the exam will always have that one question (or ten) that you don't  know the answer to and you'll probably guess (in my case, guess wrong), the weather may be shitty tomorrow the next day and for the rest of the week, and so on and so forth. But with all these circumstances, what will you choose to be?

Sha if someone insulted your mother, called your child ugly or something of that sorts, its knee-jerk reaction to fight with venom in your blood. In those type of cases, there's no choice. But you get the point right?

:-)

Love is for everyone. Single, Married, Dating.
Realize who you love and tell them you love them, all of them.
Because the only moments that you are certain of are the ones that have gone and the one that is now.
Happy Valentine's Day to all my loved ones.

Sunday Reading....

Today I actually decided to pick up a NY Times article and actually read it rather than watch the infamous Super Eagles play. Sifting through my newsfeed on Facebook, I stumbled upon this particular one and it made the wheels of thought start turning, pondering, wondering, reflecting. My thoughts may be posted later as at the moment I hope to take a nice siesta (does anyone still take those or call them that? I miss boarding life) before I wipe the dust of my textbook and begin prepping for Friday's exam. Leave your thoughts below. Would be nice to read, compare and contrast. Peaceful debating maybe ^_^?

"In Nigeria, You're Either Somebody or Nobody" by Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani 

Self-Rightousness

...I dislike it.
...JESUS CHRIST washed the feet of His disciples.
...I am flawed. Very much so. But if you're not willing to accept your own do not, I repeat, DO NOT try and preach to me.

Hi

Hola pipuls, I know it's been a longgggg time. Sorry.

Final semester in school and I don't know how to really feel. One thing for sure is that I cannot wait to be done with it. The studying, cramming, crying, looking like I died and resurrected as a zombie, and the many more things that come with school, I want it all over. Am I going to miss it? Hell no and I know that's certain. May miss my classmates but definitely nothing else. I know I said I don't know how to feel and that pertains to the ominous feeling that something just something is gonna happen. A week before school started I couldn't walk without pain to my hip. More specifically my Scaroiliac joint. Ask me how I knew that was it. Google in conjunction with my imaginative thinking. I'm pretty sure that it was just the way I slept but when it first happened I was crying like a baby. I didn't want to go to the doctor cause then they would say that I needed to go for an x-ray, then find out I had a tumor, had to operate and then I would need to be on bed-rest for 6-7 weeks which would not give me anytime for school meaning I wouldn't graduate and then my life would be delayed. I don't know ppl, I don't know. That's the shit my mind comes up with. But the worst part is that I could not bring myself to rationalize what was really going on till I woke up the next day (pain still present) and asked myself, "Dah phuck is wrong with you? Like are you willing yourself not to graduate?" Of course I had my own internal dialogue and snapped out of it. But yeah you get my point. No? I don't get it either. 

Anywho moving forward, I feel better and will graduate by force by fire. Any satanic force shall be kobokoed and flogged!

Iselogbe!!!!

Happy New Year Bloggers!!!!

May 2013 yield abundant fruit for you!!!