<?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-378840371905298428</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:32:59.061-05:00</updated><category term='ADDICTIONS'/><category term='Nigeria House'/><category term='COMPETITION'/><category term='Wahala Dey'/><category term='3'/><category term='Gorgeous Day'/><category term='NNe&apos;s Bash 2'/><category term='MEME'/><category term='Semi- Finals'/><category term='Final Addiction- Elimination Round'/><title type='text'>Reflections of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding my way through this tumultuous ride called life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-6272372208276660995</id><published>2007-10-17T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:28:15.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WAY HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISSED EVERYONE.... I HAVE TO DO MY ROUNDS. AND TRY TO CTCH UP WITH MY POSTS THIS WEEK......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-6272372208276660995?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/6272372208276660995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=6272372208276660995' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6272372208276660995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6272372208276660995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-way-home.html' title='LONG WAY HOME'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-6042628901890861816</id><published>2007-06-25T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:00:04.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigeria House'/><title type='text'>A Day at Nigeria House</title><content type='html'>Did you ever feel that your time was wasted by unnecessary and inefficient &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt;? If you have than this post will interest you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to renew my passport at the Nigeria Consulate in New York. Normally, the visa department was situated before on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; floor. They have moved it and put it in where used to be Nigeria Airways. You might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; what is wrong with that? Nothing except that they have refused to update the room. Broken furniture is scattered at the entrance of the room and old posters. The central air conditioner is obviously not functioning, instead they have this portable device that you would find in the banks in Nigeria .... it generates more noise than cold air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are greeted by an incompetent clerk who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; wants to prove that he has more power than he actually has. What is my reason for this insult?Application forms are distributed there or you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;print&lt;/span&gt; it out from the website and bring it with you with the appropriate fees a simple process you might say- Hell no!! Everything is a big song and dance. There is a ticket holder there but it is located in an inconspicuous area that hardly anyone notices. I notice it however because I know how they operate there. But I feel sorry for the people who have just collected a ticket from the guard area and think that is all they need. The clerk does not inform anyone just starts calling numbers amid a lot of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I am in Nigeria already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He collects the passport renewal form and tells me to come back tomorrow. Do &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; think I have off tomorrow to come back up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt; pay $25.00  for garaged parking for 1 hour just to pick up a passport? Are you kidding me? It is not like they need a passport photo or anything just a stamp that renews by ten years with a written signature. Such a nonsensical process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to vent. I have less than a week to go and my nerves are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; frayed. I am filled with a lot of emotions, ranging from excitement to depression. I never feel as if I am prepared enough for what Nigeria has to offer. I am not looking forward to the long queues for fuel, the constant begging from people I don't even know. I am a generous person and not at all a tight fist. But there is no boundaries ever in Nigeria. Everything goes... it is definitely a free for all. Unless you are somebody in Nigeria you are left stranded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I spend most of my times catching up on my workload, packing and repacking.... and just biding my time. I missed all of you guys through my blog absence. I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; write more frequently in Nigeria than I do now. I will also post a lot of interesting pictures for all of you guys who cannot be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to go do my blog rounds.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Gorgeous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-6042628901890861816?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/6042628901890861816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=6042628901890861816' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6042628901890861816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6042628901890861816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-at-nigeria-house.html' title='A Day at Nigeria House'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-3701259909309097030</id><published>2007-06-13T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:17:01.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NNe&apos;s Bash 2'/><title type='text'>Nne's Bash 2- Final Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry, to all who have thought that I might have disappeared from the face of the Earth. Thank God I did not. My life is some kind of crazy whirlwind. Between work and packing and re-packing it has truly been chaotic. My poor S.O. Sexy! I told him don't worry it will be over soon and all the chaos will soon end when we land in Abuja and know we are in Nigeria by the continuous burning smell. Oh yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, did you know that every country has its own distinctive smell, just like people (chuckle)...I had to bring it to S.O. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sexy's&lt;/span&gt; attention. Even my Little Gorgeous is getting tired she has began to be very clingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to seriously eating all of my favorite foods. I am going to sink my dentures into goat meat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pepper&lt;/span&gt; soup. There is nothing like eating goat meat pepper soup in Nigeria. The fire in your mouth that travels down your throat and sits in your belly is on a whole other level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew... just thinking about it makes me sweat. This time hopefully I won't have to stay in the hotel for 3 months like I did before just two weeks this time. Hopefully, my house will finally be completed. Let's pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I promised you the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jist&lt;/span&gt; on the party. I know , I know... you guys have been more than patient. I am eternally grateful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so where was I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I remember...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; my friend I don't know what happened to this girl.. She must have been intoxicated. Earlier , in the night I have seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; and she was not looking happy either. She was tired of being harassed, pulled on- groped. She even cursed out this guy so badly I even felt sorry for his mother. You should have seen the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; has dealt with this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way remind me not to get into any arguments with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was like, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; I am done tired, past tired." " We need to go". Mind you this is 15 minutes after we just got there. I said" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;, we have just got here. " She said, " I know but.... (starting to pout) I don't like this housewarming o.... what is this?" I told her to keep her voice down after all she does not want to offend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nne&lt;/span&gt;. She said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt; but if I must stay here by force at least let me go enjoy myself" and that is exactly what she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went and drank some champagne. I counted, 1....2.....3....( are you trying to kill yourself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;....) sucking her teeth at me...4.......5...( hilariously laughter)....6( I don't feel that well) .She said," I am going to use the rest room"....wobbled legs followed by hilariously laughter. I don't think she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; believe me so thank God I have taken pictures.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you earlier, I have spotted a Boris in the making. I can feel all the hairs on my arms standing up. I was already in flight or fright mode. I can sense danger a mile away. I tried my best to pretend I did not even notice him- which by the way was extremely hard. This guy had such sexy eyes I see I might get into trouble tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me describe this guy to you ladies.... smooth chocolate complexion skin, overnight stubble after he has not shaved for maybe a day- that rugged look, dressed in tan linen shirt and matching trousers, a low all around haircut with naturally jet black curls, and full lips just gorgeous....but the most striking aspect is definitely his eyes a greenish/ brown in color. Very unusual. I am attracted to guys with beautiful eyes not necessarily the color all the time but most of the time it is the shape. But if they have the shape and the color- forget it I am dead. With S.O. Sexy his shape of his eyes are small and slanted with the color I can't even describe it .. the best I can do is -it is the color of honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this guy comes and sits down next to me. He gives me a short hello, and proceeds to scan the room. I take in his odor. Simply great, a clean fresh scent. I am dying slowly...... He turns and flashes me a smile filled with completely aligned white dentures..... with ten pound dimples and ladies brace yourself a cleft... (whew- I am finished!!!- completely finished!!! I am really nervous now. He introduces himself as J. But his accent is not Nigerian- he is from Trinidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile at him, and we start a conversation. He said wow, " there is so many dudes in this joint". I say, " I just thought it was me." This guy is making me so uncomfortable. For the simple reason, I am sure he checked me out before he came to sit down but sitting next to me he is not looking at anything else but my face. I can see his gaze following my lips and looking intently into my eyes. His gaze alone... I tell you... we were talking so long as if we knew each other for so long. Then it happens, he said" you are so striking, and classy." Which is very rare.... " Can I get you something to drink?" No, I am fine, thank you. I still was holding my Coke. I do not drink alcohol at all. ( Different story). He scans me with his eyes. I know I was looking fab. I had on a black silk dress, not revealing at all- but maybe that is what men found most appealing. My black pearls with matching earrings, and my hair swept to the back over my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said" Can I get your # so we can talk some more?" I am sorry J, " I can't." Than is when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; came after spending about 30 minutes in the bathroom. A sloppy drunk... she looks like she has seen hell 20 times. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; is extremely beautiful- a natural beauty she does not need makeup or anything spectacular to look beautiful. She said," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;, are you ready?" I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; take a double take even in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;drunken&lt;/span&gt; state, I know she noticed this fine specimen sitting beside me." " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;, are you going to call S.O. to pick us up?" J, was like who is S.O.? I said "S.O. is my husband." You are married? Yes, I am. I showed him my wedding band. "Happily, that why I told you I can't." Even though I said happily I felt miserable at that moment. I know it is a horrible thing to say. But I did. He looked confused and disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I introduced him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; this is J, J this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; looked pleased and turned oh her seductive cat mode. Even in her drunken state she was working it. What a night! I asked J if he could drop her home since we did come in her car. He obliged my request. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; looked like a kid on Christmas day- seriously. I was at least happy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; I have done my part she owes me big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nne&lt;/span&gt; her party was great but I had to leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; was ill. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;NNe&lt;/span&gt; took one look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; and abused her so badly. She saw J and whispered in my ear" he is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;" I told her don't remind me. I called S.O. Sexy and he came to get me. How was your night" Interesting". Was all I could muster. He gave me a gentle kiss on my cheek and opened the car door for me. Look who has been waiting for you.... I turn in the back seat and there she is my little gorgeous....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/Rm_pfvrsK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/t1cip229lvo/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075532036654771106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/Rm_pfvrsK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/t1cip229lvo/s320/DSC00350.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;By the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; has gotten home safely. J and her are going on their third date this week......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/378840371905298428-3701259909309097030?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/3701259909309097030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=3701259909309097030' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/3701259909309097030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/3701259909309097030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/06/nnes-bash-2-final-temptation.html' title='Nne&apos;s Bash 2- Final Temptation'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/Rm_pfvrsK6I/AAAAAAAAABo/t1cip229lvo/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-5131605736213384615</id><published>2007-05-31T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:50:54.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEME'/><title type='text'>1st Meme- 60 Questions</title><content type='html'>I apologize to all my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for my absence. I have been running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Helter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like a madwoman still trying to get myself together. Countdown has begun to my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am excited and terrified at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nne's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bash very shortly. It is a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but very worth it. Trust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled these questions off of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T- Minx&lt;/span&gt; site. Thanks &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T- Minx&lt;/span&gt; I will give you all the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:00 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely pearls. They are more classy and they are my birthstone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SpiderMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. A waste of time. I could have waited until it came out on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down King of Queens. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiled yams with stew and goat meat with green tea. Yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means one who sees the sun first... (Hindu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine/meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stew with goat meat , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;edikaikon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and plantains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favorite Potato chip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Munchos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?10. What is your favorite CD at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calypso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Jungle mix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What kind of car do you drive? Right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Acura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MDX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- black- sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey on a roll with lettuce, tomatoes, salt/pepper/vinegar and lettuce with mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What characteristics do you despise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceited, loud and obnoxious people. And oh- ghetto fabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite item of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black lace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;senegalese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; style outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India and China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What color is your bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White and Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite brand of clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooks Brothers and Ann Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where wouldI like to retire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigeria of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite time of day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot tropical place where the people are friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite sport(s) to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a/ Squash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b/ Track and Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/ Boxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who do you least expect to respond to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Person you expect to respond first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What laundry scent do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavender and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Camomile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you a morning person or night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What size shoe do you wear? 9 (American)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Dogs- 2 here and 2 in Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chow chow&lt;br /&gt;1 poodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 German shepherds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am travelling to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Candy Bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Twix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the park with my Dad and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What color/type underwear are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK boxers for girls lace black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. She-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Perv.... Gorgeous...(smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Piercings ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two in each ear. I used to have my nose pierced but it closed up with no indication it was ever pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever been to Africa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38b) Ever been to South Australia? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever been toilet papering or rolling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Love someone so much it made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. Not me driving. One I was in the car con mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The next was I was riding my bicycle and a man hit me head on with his station wagon. Can you say ouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Croutons or bacon bits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croutons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Favorite day of the week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. tough it is a tie between Peter Luger steakhouse and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Africana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soul food cafe ( Blessing you are the bomb!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down White roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haagen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Daz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vanilla Bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What color is your bedroom carpet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwood floors no carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How many times did you fail your driver's test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said never are you deaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Before this one, from whom did you get your last email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From BA.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Which stores would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Victori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Secret or La Perla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What do you do most often when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read or Watch T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Bedtime? 1 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Last person you went to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;esposo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real World &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Lake, Ocean or river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not God I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal comment : Too many Damn' questions....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hmmph&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/378840371905298428-5131605736213384615?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/5131605736213384615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=5131605736213384615' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5131605736213384615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5131605736213384615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/05/1st-meme-60-questions.html' title='1st Meme- 60 Questions'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-2837621331288047310</id><published>2007-05-23T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:09:22.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wahala Dey'/><title type='text'>Nne 's Bash</title><content type='html'>Why are men such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;horn balls&lt;/span&gt;? I am sure you want to know why such a visceral reaction...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok, &lt;/span&gt;you have twisted my arms I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went by my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nne&lt;/span&gt; "get together" that she was throwing on Saturday. No special occasion- she was tired of suffering through winter and she wanted to throw some function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there fashionably late with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt;. I walked through the door and I knew there was going to be problems. First of all, there were more guys than there were ladies and it was a big thing-o. The second problem, what is my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I say more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys were breaking their necks staring at me like if I was some kind of meat. I instinctively felt like bolting out of there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nne&lt;/span&gt; was like" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; you look drop dead gorgeous, where is SO? Don't tell me you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sola&lt;/span&gt; came here alone. " I said you never told me it was a New Year bash you were throwing." She said you know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nigerians are&lt;/span&gt;, you invite one and they bring ten". We both laughed at that, because we knew it was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She look around nervously, "Are you going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I have mace." I was stunned. I responded, "Is it that bad." She just said, "enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt; and let me know if anyone messes with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met all sorts. One guy approached me his line was so whack. I mean even if I was not available not even on my worst day this guy had no chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will indicate his lines in red and mine in black from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER: WOW, Are you a model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;: NO. (SHOWING LACK OF INTEREST)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER: Are you Nigerian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I was looking at this guy as if he was a retard and shifting uncomfortably in my seat....(By the way I never bothered to answer him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER: What does a guy have to do to go out with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;: I am not interested. I am married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER: I don't believe you are married. I know how you girls like to say they are married even when they are not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;: (looking at this guy as if he was a born retard) If a woman tells you she is married and she is not- then more than likely she is not interested. Excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to get off from my seat. That is when I saw at least 5 more losers trying to approach me with very similar lines....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a crime for a woman to go out and hang by her friends party without being harassed... At a certain time I looked like I had a serious screw face all the time. No one approached me any longer until...our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to be one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. A Boris definitely in the making.... ( but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt; save this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;jist&lt;/span&gt; for Part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nne&lt;/span&gt; enjoying her party... I asked her what kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;of party&lt;/span&gt; is she having as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;all of&lt;/span&gt; these men are just here to pick up babes... she laughed and agreed with me. She was loving it, she was still single and looking for a hubby. At 5'3 " and a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt; knock-off she was in no short supply. As beautiful as she is she was always meeting weirdos...(go figure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am tired of writing so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; stay tuned for Part 2.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW THAT EX-SCHOOL NERD HAS BEEN A CHEATER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UGO WE NEED TO HOLD A COMPETITION TO LOOK FOR A WIFE FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;YOSH&lt;/span&gt;....(SMILE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the Nigerian man who bit off his wife's lip in an argument, and they could not reattach it? This is serious... all because she called him short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-2837621331288047310?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/2837621331288047310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=2837621331288047310' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/2837621331288047310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/2837621331288047310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/05/sola-s-bash.html' title='Nne &apos;s Bash'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-7462841554188992005</id><published>2007-05-13T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:14:00.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorgeous Day'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous days</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that I have been away from blogging so long. I have missed all of you.  Work has been very laborious and taxing on my nerves. Is it too late for me to scream.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAAARRRRGHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  ( screaming to the top of my lungs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for travelling is a very stressful situation. I cannot tell you the last time I had a "gorgeous "day.  Where I pamper myself. I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is an ideal "gorgeous " day you may ask.  Watching all of my favorite programs ... I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt; movies, just  love it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;also I&lt;/span&gt; love being  outdoors-running, walking or just reading.  That to me is an ideal situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best " gorgeous" day I ever had was when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kontagora&lt;/span&gt; with S.O. Sexy. We have heard about this nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hotel there and&lt;/span&gt; since I have never went there before we decided to go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; that could have possibly went wrong on that trip did.  The hotel was once inhabited by ex-architectural Americans who were living in the  quarters  that they have constructed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each bungalow consisted of three bedrooms and it was very romantic that it looked like individual cottages that had paths to connect to the other bungalows.  There were about 14 of these such bungalows and a main reception area that also had a  restaurant .  They also had a O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lympic&lt;/span&gt; sized swimming pool   ideal you might say- wrong!!!  The pool had no water, the rooms were uninhabited for so long that they had dead  lizards and flying insects all over the place...I laughed I had no choice or else I would have definitely cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer if life offers me lemons then I will make lemonade- and so that is exactly what I did.  Instead, of looking at the bad in the situation I set out too have the best time  ever.  And surprisingly enough I did.  We had this quirky bellman who also by the way served as the cook. He presented us with a menu full of tasty things only to be let down with " sorry ma, we don't have that" and when he would utter these phrases he would move his head like an Indian side to side.  I asked for spaghetti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bolognaise&lt;/span&gt; again "sorry ma, we don't have that". This phrase was repeated about six times-so finally I said just bring me what you have and he did chips and chicken....(Good Grief)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt; just too tired to argue. We wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;to see&lt;/span&gt; the nightlife  of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kontagora&lt;/span&gt; for a bit but the driver did not return with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;the vehicle&lt;/span&gt; right away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;So we&lt;/span&gt; walked around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;compound at&lt;/span&gt; night just gazing at the moon and the stars that seemed to be everywhere.  We even headed out and sat on some rocks at the edge of the compound and occasionally were distracted by the bright lights of the oncoming traffic. We did not even consider getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bitten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;by snakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that is&lt;/span&gt; how engrossed we were in our conversation and just in each others company.  Our driver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;has finally&lt;/span&gt; returned and we went out to the main city and bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;suya&lt;/span&gt; with some bread and had it with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ovaltine&lt;/span&gt;. It was wonderful!  Later, S.O.Sexy would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tell me that&lt;/span&gt; was the day he would have no other woman for his wife but me....So you see how can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;that not&lt;/span&gt; be a "gorgeous"moment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-7462841554188992005?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/7462841554188992005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=7462841554188992005' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7462841554188992005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7462841554188992005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/05/gorgeous-days.html' title='Gorgeous days'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-4761798842639595692</id><published>2007-04-20T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:07:05.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Final Addiction- Elimination Round'/><title type='text'>Final Addiction</title><content type='html'>I want to thank all of the contestants for their continual participation. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;finalists&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are no other than &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law Damsel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of the other contestants in the semis- JJ and Temmy Tayo. You gals were great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the final questions. As noted before this is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;elimination&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; round. We can have only one winner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name three things that you &lt;u&gt;are not&lt;/u&gt; prepared to do to keep your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Name one thing that you have done for someone or an organization for which you have not&lt;br /&gt;been paid or required to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of the contestants. Please be as specific as possible when you are answering the questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-4761798842639595692?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/4761798842639595692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=4761798842639595692' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4761798842639595692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4761798842639595692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/04/final-addiction.html' title='Final Addiction'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-8484887870583830970</id><published>2007-04-10T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:27:50.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Semi- Finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADDICTIONS'/><title type='text'>Addictions 3</title><content type='html'>First, I would like to say thank you to all of our contestants that participated in the competition. You are all phenomenal women in your own right. However, we could have only picked one winner fromeach category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mr. Ugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms. Zai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for their unbiased and accurate judging without them this certainly would not have been possible. I know at times it was difficult but you performed your duties with honesty. I really appreciate that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like at this time to give more statistics on our Bachelor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 6'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 165 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Low/ fade Eyes: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hobby: Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color- Baby Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food- Curry Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: The Five Heart Beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: Engineer/ Law Enforcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our finalist are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. CHERUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. J.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3. TEMMY TAYO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. LAW DAMSEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So ladies congratulation on making it to the next round!! This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is an elimination round!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Two candidates will be eliminated based on your responses to these four questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR CONCEPT OF "LOVE"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. HOW IMPORTANT IS MARRIAGE TO YOU?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN THE NEXT FIVE YEARS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. WHO IS YOUR HERO/ HEROINE AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let the comeptition begin......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-8484887870583830970?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/8484887870583830970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=8484887870583830970' title='111 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/8484887870583830970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/8484887870583830970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/04/addictions-3.html' title='Addictions 3'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>111</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-4301662282429237939</id><published>2007-04-04T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:17:01.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COMPETITION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADDICTIONS'/><title type='text'>Addictions 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhPr0h2BnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/z3igSsnAuxE/s1600-h/GQ+part+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049638894883151586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 8px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhPr0h2BnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/z3igSsnAuxE/s320/GQ+part+2.JPG" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I have included 2 more photos for your viewing pleasure. Stay tuned for their stats.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have narrowed down my search to four groups, of all the interested fellow single blogsters. From here on, the competition will take a strange turn. Different groups will compete with the group that is next to them. I have tried to be fair with the limited info that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GROUP A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IDEMILI , LAW DAMSEL , LONDON NAIJA CHIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GROUP B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;EX SCHOOL NERD, THE BLAHNIK DIVA , CHERUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GROUP C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JJ, BIMBYLADS(pending divorce), WAFFARIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GROUP D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NEO SOUL, TEMMY TAYO, TEVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ladies, these are the draws let the competition begin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group A and B will be first:&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;1. What is your ideal man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. What is your longest relationship that you have ever been in?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Are you monogamous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. In three words how would you describe yourself?&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;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is an elimination round. Two candidates will be eliminated from each group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I should post something that actually has to do with the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am addicted to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/ watching Love Jones ( I have such a crush on Larenz Tate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/ drinking large amounts of Coca- Cola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/ walking for long hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck ladies.&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;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&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/378840371905298428-4301662282429237939?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/4301662282429237939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=4301662282429237939' title='173 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4301662282429237939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4301662282429237939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/04/addictions-2.html' title='Addictions 2'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhPr0h2BnuI/AAAAAAAAABY/z3igSsnAuxE/s72-c/GQ+part+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>173</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-1876817556019077514</id><published>2007-04-02T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:17:01.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhD8u3lWFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OyN08ddAkNk/s1600-h/master.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048813064407094946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhD8u3lWFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OyN08ddAkNk/s320/master.bmp" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Who is this handsome chap?? You will find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;at the end of my post.... Stay tuned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;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;This weekend would have been pretty uneventful if not for the simple fact that I was pounding the pavements. Going from shop to shop and from store to store. I am truly tired!! I had to go soak my poor feet in epsom salts...I really did wish that H.G. Wells time machine was actually something that is plausible. What I would not do over! (hmm.. my life would truly never be the same) But then the big question, if I truly can do things over would I still be me, or the reality of the thing I know would it be changed into something different? I think it would-because then you would be rewriting history altogether. Enough!! philosophical talk. I bet you have never seen this aspect of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, getting back to my story. I think I am addicted to shopping! I am not talking about regular shopping. No I am talking about every day shopping!! If I can't go out then I buy it online, and FEDEX it overnight or 2 days-I am like a kid on Christmas waiting for my package. When I get it sometimes I am happy with what I have bought and other times I am downright unhappy- but I never send the items back. I keep it. S.O. Sexy he has warned me enough times to stop shopping or else he will take me to shoppers anonymous, for compulsive shoppers. Is there such a place? I wonder... So I can no longer take my packages openly he has forced me to go underground. I now collect my packages and hide them, throw the package wrappings in the garbage, receipts shredded. Hiding my goodies is a lot much harder than I thought it would be. I don't know how long I can keep this up. He tells me all the time why do I look so guilty, why am I behaving shady? I told him why is he harassing me for no reason, he says because you look guilty... I replied, see my face well, well... please do not fatigue my nerves. Meanwhile, I am trying to get as quickly out of there as possible because I am not a good liar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to my Mother, you have probably heard me refer to her in other posts as Mad Cobra. She is quite a character. My mother rarely sits down she is always cleaning this cooking that, and talking all at the same time. I think this is where I get these habits from. She happens to be the best cook ever. I am trying desperately to live up to her standards. Poor S.O. Sexy thank God for his tough belly or his greed I don't know which one. Sometimes he sweats profusely from his clean shaven head from the amount of pepper, and tears strolling down his face, or when he drinks gallons of water because I put too much salt. Now you see why I love him so much. He has been patient with me, that is why I am the cook I am today. I will soon be displaying my culinary skills in Babs House, as soon as I upload the photos. Next wahala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... My auntie Babie came down and made me roti with curry goat and dahl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY brother... Mr. GQ is coming home soon. Sometime in June... To all single ladies he is single, 6'4" and built. I will post his picture now. Please send all inquiries to my mail. Law Damsel especially you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/378840371905298428-1876817556019077514?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/1876817556019077514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=1876817556019077514' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1876817556019077514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1876817556019077514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/04/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RhD8u3lWFqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OyN08ddAkNk/s72-c/master.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-6715472040371345053</id><published>2007-03-27T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:17:02.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply ....Naija</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnMg3lWFpI/AAAAAAAAABI/masiLi4cTXU/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046789722493818514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnMg3lWFpI/AAAAAAAAABI/masiLi4cTXU/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnMQHlWFoI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5jwJvp6JC0/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046789434731009666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnMQHlWFoI/AAAAAAAAABA/I5jwJvp6JC0/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnLwXlWFnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PUKbkaSM9vE/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046788889270163058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnLwXlWFnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PUKbkaSM9vE/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnLVnlWFmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OmjvnhVqFBo/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046788429708662370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnLVnlWFmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/OmjvnhVqFBo/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnKo3lWFlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/u8LFiZ_shcI/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046787660909516370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnKo3lWFlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/u8LFiZ_shcI/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have taken long to post because all weekend I was in a state of euphoria. I am still excited about going to Nigeria. So I thought it only befitting to share some of my experiences with  my blogger buds. I hope you find it as interesting as I have....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/378840371905298428-6715472040371345053?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/6715472040371345053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=6715472040371345053' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6715472040371345053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6715472040371345053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/03/simply-naija.html' title='Simply ....Naija'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xA2uReqUMgg/RgnMg3lWFpI/AAAAAAAAABI/masiLi4cTXU/s72-c/Picture+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-7998324594670842506</id><published>2007-03-20T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:04:45.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Gazing</title><content type='html'>As I sit here in my depressed state, ( Winter does that to me) I cannot wait until it is the first day of Spring.  Which by the way is tomorrow here but by the snow on the ground not that many people can tell. Spring represents something broader - Summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer means fun!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pum&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pum&lt;/span&gt; shorts and large men shirts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coney&lt;/span&gt; Island with roller coasters that make me lose my voice for days, D&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ancehall&lt;/span&gt; clubs that play my favorite tunes, sitting in the backyard reading a good book while drinking a sugar cane juice with ginger -ice cold.  Summer means romantic walks in the park with S.O. Sexy giving me piggy back rides up and down the hills of Central Park, when we get tired we have a nice picnic and when it gets dark and only the faded park lights and the stars we might find ourselves someplace in the bushes.  I have a funny story to tell but I will save that for some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Summer! Summer also personifies Love to me. You see new love, old love, trysts everything underneath the sun in Summer.  I have mentioned in a previous post that my bags were packed for Nigeria and that my trip has been postponed. Well it is back on.   Thank GOD! I thought I would have been mad or as some people  in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blogsville&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;accused&lt;/span&gt;  I have done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kolo&lt;/span&gt;!!( I am not mentioning any names but the person knows who they are) let's just say Law Damsel knows who it is... ( enough hints).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what was I saying... yes I remember... my trip it is back on. I will be in Nigeria for rainy season.  That is good for me. I get to eat roasted corn, boiled corn, mangoes green, mangoes ripe, sugar cane-which happens to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;-o-rite fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I would have went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;canoeing&lt;/span&gt; but I might get hit with a jolt of electricity.  I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;canoeing&lt;/span&gt; it is just so peaceful if you don't mind the boat filling up with water while someone is fervently emptying the water from the boat. It is very startling to see initially.  I was convinced  I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gonner&lt;/span&gt;. You might wonder what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt; me. S.O. Sexy- that's who!!  And he knows damn well I do not know how to swim. Can you imagine- the strange things women do all in the name of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yes oh... I will truly enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for my trip I bought these wicked  pair of Gucci sunglasses.  I have started to buy some shoes and outfits with matching colored pocketbook.  I bought some of my  favorite Seven jeans. I love the way they feel. Even though I have to jump and suck and tug to get into them. But it is all worth it to see the end result.  I look to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DIVALISCIOUS&lt;/span&gt;!! ( Is that even a word???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the big MADAM has arrived .....Nigeria here I come!!! Well in a couple of months. Needless, to say I will thoroughly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will not enjoy- mosquitoes buzzing in my ears, power cuts, gastrointestinal wahala, shakedowns from Naija's finest, shakedowns from relatives, rate of slowness- laid back attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little off the topic, I have been getting strange stalker e-mails from someone. They tell me they know me, think about me and other perverted things that I cannot mention. I am very much afraid.  I will keep you posted. He said he used to go to school with me. I have promptly changed my telephone number, and changed my e-mail address so hopefully this will stop the madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-7998324594670842506?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/7998324594670842506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=7998324594670842506' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7998324594670842506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7998324594670842506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/03/star-gazing.html' title='Star Gazing'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-5391559374377379225</id><published>2007-03-13T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:27:24.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road Part II</title><content type='html'>Before I begin this long awaited post I want to give a warm welcome to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FINEBOY(  I LOVE THAT NAME BY THE WAY&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  he has a new blog so you guys should check it out show him some love  NAIJA BLOG style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Should I delay a little bit more? Nah... I think I have tortured you people enough. Yes he held my hand, automatically I felt flushed not with love but with an emotion I have not felt for some time -ANGER!! I pulled my hand away, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt; at him. This man that I had loved with all my being , and he stands there as if nothing happened. He is standing there as if he is MR. INNOCENT!!! I mean for God's sake! How can you have an affair with my best friend and my sister and then tell me - nonsense. No! I cannot go down that road again. My relationship with my sister was never the same. As for my so called best friend - that was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and I told him he just needs to let go because I have. I am happy and if he truly cares for me he should be happy that I have finally found peace. I told him no matter how I felt about him then- I can no longer be with him now. He looked disappointed. He wanted to say something- object- but he stopped himself. I told him it was nice seeing him but I have to go now. I turned and walked away and I felt I closed a chapter that even during my marriage I could not fill. I answered that "what if" factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me how I got home- I would not know. I don't even remember. I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guilty&lt;/span&gt; like I cheated. I went to shower and I scrubbed and continued to scrub, until I felt raw. I was tired of crying and being angry now I just felt numb. But I had to cheer up before S.O Sexy comes home and sees me looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best to understand why strange things always seem to happen to me. S.o. Sexy interjects into my thoughts I do love him. More probably then he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; ever know. He was patient enough to pick up the pieces of what was left of my world and piece it back together gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared the best dinner for him not like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bimbylads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; poison forest pepper soup and yansh rice. (smile) . I cooked like I was cooking for Thanksgiving. I made all of his favorites, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bitterleaf&lt;/span&gt; with fresh fish and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;semovita&lt;/span&gt; , curry goat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; and finally chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tikka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saag&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;paneer&lt;/span&gt; and nan bread. if you haven't guessed by now S.O. Sexy loves to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know where it all goes... He really surprises me. Thank God for the S.O. Sexies of this world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-5391559374377379225?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/5391559374377379225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=5391559374377379225' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5391559374377379225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5391559374377379225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-road-part-ii.html' title='End of the Road Part II'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-6427583777254260234</id><published>2007-03-07T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:50:49.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Road</title><content type='html'>I heard an expression before that you never forget your first love. I guess this is true. Before I delve into and spill my guts out. Let me begin from the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, don't ask me the date I can't even remember- I think old age is getting to me. I know it was on Friday and I was shopping in Macy*s. I was coming out of the elevator and as soon as the doors opened standing right in front of me was the person I thought would have been my life partner. For anonymity we will call him (Samuel). I saw him and he saw me at the same time. That is how things were for us. It felt as though we were the only people in the world. For that moment time ceased and I was breathless.... I felt like I was going to pass out. After all these years, he has aged some I guess so did I -but the handsomeness and his smile is something I will never be able to forget.&lt;br /&gt;He said he went back to look for me but my family told him I was married he said he was devastated. Is that true, he asked or did they just say that to get rid of him. I told him it was both true. He said so how is married life I told him it was great. He looked around to see if I was with anybody but I was alone. We stepped aside to let the other passengers off , and we stood there for what seemed decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared and I stared. I felt like I was time travelling. Ebb and tide of images. I remember how it was like at the end. I can feel the tears stinging behind my eyes wanting to fall down. I breathed heavily wanting to push those memories behind me, I had to reassure myself that I was happy. That brought me at least to a level where I would not have an emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I looked beautiful. Would it be possible to get a hug. I told him I don't think that was a good idea. Not because I did not want to but I did not trust myself embracing him- maybe then I would be embracing the possibilities and I was not ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the first guy to ever put on my lipstick for me. He did it with such grace and caring that I fell in love with him at that moment. Nights we would spend together walking in the park . He would push me in the swings and we would go on the see-saw together. I hated that see-saw because he was much heavier than me and he would hold me suspended in the air. I was terrified but he would just laugh and say you should trust me not to let you fall. I loved him madly. and deeply.  He was the most handsomest sexiest man I have ever seen in my natural life. He was so cocky and conceited. It drove me crazy and excited me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About now you were wondering what went wrong. Well I will touch briefly on it. I was a virgin and remained like that for a long period into my adulthood. My friends would joke with me and tell me if I will be the last virgin on Earth. Maybe I was. At times I felt that way. S.O. Sexy was the first and my only guy I have ever slept with. I always wondered what it would be like with him (Samuel) but I did not trust him and I am so glad I didn't. But that did not say that it was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He broke my heart in the worst way and his betrayal was worse than anything I could have imagined. But to forgive him took some time and I had to think about the times that we shared that were special. My first kiss with him...I was breathless... and so was he... I felt electricity throughout my whole entire body I shivered. His lips were tender and soft and just enough pressure to make me melt. If it wasn't for a person knocking on my door we would have went further. Thank God for divine intervention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand before him and he is looking at me with that penetrating gaze, holding my hand and saying... Now I see you and it brings back so many memories I was wrong, and I never got over you. Tell me how I can let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my mind I am thinking do I really want him too. My mind drifts to that Anthony Hamilton song( Can't let Go). Why can't I-- just let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAY TUNED FOR PART II......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-6427583777254260234?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/6427583777254260234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=6427583777254260234' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6427583777254260234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/6427583777254260234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/03/end-of-road.html' title='End of the Road'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-1732513189181405029</id><published>2007-02-28T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:10:01.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Party to End  All Parties</title><content type='html'>My trip to Nigeria has been postponed. Bummer.  The only good thing I can see about this is that it will allow me to raise more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dinero&lt;/span&gt;, and that I will be here for the spring and summer line.of clothes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yipee&lt;/span&gt;). It will also give me the opportunity to tone up my body. I want to look super hot when I go to Nigeria, scratch that I want to look slamming.  I want necks and bodies to break before and after I land.  It will take a long time to reach that target because right now I am looking like a HOT MESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am slipping, I am not feeling the way I used to, I was always on point, runway material. Now most of these days I can pass for a homeless person. Winter does that to me. It brings on those blues.  But I know I will bounce out of it quickly, I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O. Sexy has not been complaining that much, he is such a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting a visitor from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NAIJA&lt;/span&gt;, one of Nigeria's top actors is coming to see me. Can anyone guess  who it is? I had to pull a lot of strings to arrange it. Actually, my visitor I want to see if he will be able to arrange more of his fellow actors and actresses in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nollywood&lt;/span&gt; to arrange a function for me at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to throw a function to end all functions, from dancers, to boxers, to live animals. That is the main reason why I have to postpone my trip.&lt;br /&gt;And my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, before I go I will throw the biggest party that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blogsville&lt;/span&gt; has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will need the help of some of  my handy blogger buds to help me.  &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BIMBYLADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  we need you and OT to work out all of the logistics.   I would have given you the responsibility to cook the food but you have already threatened to poison me with your bush meat from your evil forest. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LONDON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NAIJA&lt;/span&gt; CHIC&lt;/span&gt; I will need your expertise in the cooking,  for obvious reasons (smile). &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OVERWHELMED&lt;/span&gt;  we will need you to do the design as long as the theme is not Black- Hook us up. We need some music &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yosh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we need you to get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crunk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;abeg&lt;/span&gt; none of your rock music.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;London &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Buki&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Calabar&lt;/span&gt; Gal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what assignment should I give the two women that are always harassing me- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... You two can man the doors  not to allow hoodlums and all sorts to come in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ex-School Nerd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you are in charge of inviting all of the LAGOS big boys to the event.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LAW DAMSEL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CONFUSED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NAIJA&lt;/span&gt;  GIRL  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;you guys I trust you to make it a night to remember, you are in charge of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Blogsville&lt;/span&gt; guest list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Please leave your weapons at home. This is a friendly event.  No pepper spray, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;juju&lt;/span&gt; and definitely no acid. I have warned all of those... eh hem- good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Anyway, as you can see I have a lot of planning, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt; for now. (I am doing the  MISS America wave)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-1732513189181405029?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/1732513189181405029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=1732513189181405029' title='128 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1732513189181405029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1732513189181405029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/party-to-end-all-parties.html' title='A Party to End  All Parties'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>128</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-7966995120898914171</id><published>2007-02-21T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:40:11.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color Purple</title><content type='html'>I am here typing this blog and watching Color Purple at the same time. I can't tell you how many times I have watched this movie. Maybe like 100. My sister and I used to watch this movie together. I miss her. I still can't believe that she is gone. We are only 18 months apart, and now she is no longer here... We used to joke about who would get kids first... compete about who could pick up the most guys... competing about everything... and fight like cats and dogs, but then there were times that we would be so close and share secrets that no else can possibly experience except for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't you be stronger? Didn't you see you had your life ahead of you but you chose the easy way out why? At 19... you were beautiful, and conceited, at least you portrayed that you were.I did not mean to laugh at your Elvis sideburns... I would gladly take it back just to see you again. You were so beautiful 5'8 a body to die for. Guys would run their cars up on the sidewalk just to talk to you. Why? Just tell my why? What was wrong? Is it because of that your useless boyfriend?Death always leaves more questions than answers, and you know Mommy was a wreck, you were so close to her. She lost so much weight. We left your room with your purple walls and your purple chimes hanging there, as if you never left. Your funeral it was packed. Did you see how many people loved you? Your lifeless body lay in your purple coffin you looked so different. You were no longer with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did you like the poem I made for you?Sorry I couldn't read it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Wu had too, I just couldn't. I hope you are happy now and at peace. I hope you are surrounded by all your purple flowers, and everything purple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-7966995120898914171?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/7966995120898914171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=7966995120898914171' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7966995120898914171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/7966995120898914171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/color-purple.html' title='The Color Purple'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-1257129655729600440</id><published>2007-02-18T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:02:49.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Night To Remember</title><content type='html'>I am back after days of recovering from my Valentine's fiasco. Do you want the clean version or the nasty version ? I think I will err on the side of clean version this is a family blog, so I will definitely keep it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair dressing experience was slightly thrown off because the weather was terrible in New York. It was snowing horribly and it was very cold. So it honestly did not make sense to go get a perm when it would have fallen and I would have wasted $125. I would have been too pissed! So I had it washed and curled and I was out of there in no time. Surprisingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O. Sexy was waiting for me when I got back home. In my haste to have a perfect Valentine's I forgot to buy him a card. How can I be so stupid!!! When I came back he was dressed already our reservation was at 12 something and he was dressed to kill. He had on a grey suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pin-stripe&lt;/span&gt; shirt with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuff links&lt;/span&gt;, and a beautiful red striped tie. He smelled so good. In his hand was a dozen roses and a card..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I was ecstatic I gave him a lot of hugs and kisses. He is so adorable I guess he will not be sleeping in the doghouse after all. I showered and shaved and got ready. I was so slinky in my black dress. Every woman should own a black dress, they are not just for funerals. I glanced in the mirror now I know why he calls me Gorgeous. Did you actually think I named myself that? No I am not that vain. Even when we are out in public he will be screaming my name out and everyone would turn and stare at me. I feel completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we are to Peter Luger. However, the SUV is snowed in. Oh god, a next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wahala&lt;/span&gt;! Peter Luger is very finicky about time. I do not want to be late. We arrive in the nick of time had a great dinner, or lunch is more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;We are off to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Norbit&lt;/span&gt;. It was great very funny. But what concerned me the most is the effect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;of making&lt;/span&gt; fun of fat people. I felt bad for laughing at someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; suffering or looks. Who am I to do that? I felt a tinge of guilt for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left the movies I told him I had to go to the pharmacy. He drove me there, and I picked up his card stuffed it into my coat. I am saved!!! Thank God. We came home and I asked him if he is ready to finish his Valentine? He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;. He started nodding his head like a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;him to&lt;/span&gt; give me a second. I had to quickly write the card, and gather all my aids. I could&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;n't&lt;/span&gt; pull off this Valentine without it. Let's see Hershey's&lt;br /&gt;chocolate syrup, coconut oil, rose petals from one of the roses and my Strictly for Lovers CD. Times like this I wish I had a pole in my room. Oh well, I will work with what I have. I went to shower and change and put on my see through black ribbon teddy. Too hot I am on Fire! I came out to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;him in&lt;/span&gt; his birthday suit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I told him he is too anxious. BUT HE LOOKS SO DAMN GOOD!I told him he needs to have a seat. I performed all of my favorite dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt; and finished with a nice split that made him almost lose his mind. By the way I am extremely flexible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid him on the bed lathered him with baby oil in certain places and Hershey syrup in others . He was going crazy! He has the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; colored eyes, they are the color of golden honey.That is one of the reason why I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FADE TO BLACK........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually thought I would give you all the naughty details.A woman is not supposed to kiss and tell. Let's just say after our marathon I am so sore and still recovering. I have to go to see the OB/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;GYN&lt;/span&gt; to see if he shifted my s@#* again... (smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-1257129655729600440?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/1257129655729600440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=1257129655729600440' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1257129655729600440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1257129655729600440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/night-to-remember.html' title='A  Night To Remember'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-1612842308646656337</id><published>2007-02-13T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T09:42:28.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In preparation for Valentine's Day I have decided to go all out. I hope S.O. Sexy likes it. One of my friends called me yesterday to find out if I have any plans on Val? I had plans for months. Valentine's is truly one of those holidays I enjoy. The festivity, all the love in the air can you feel it? But somehow after Valentine's the depression sinks in. My pocketbook is always filled with lint where my money used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First I have to find my way to the beauty salon. Thank God it is in walking distance to my house. For days, I have been scratching my head non-stop. This only means one thing my head is going to be one big ball of fire when they relax my hair. My Mom says I scratch my head like if I have lice! Heeeeyyyy! God Forbid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me with lice- I told her never to utter that please. I will just die. Where would I get lice from? Why am I even entertaining this madness? - this coming from a woman that we have nicknamed Mad Cobra when we were younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I hate going to the salon!!!- let me rephrase I abhor going to the salon. Sitting in a beauty salon wasting six hours of my precious time to let someone come and tell me my hair is not dried. I have to go back under. While this is repeated at least 3 times and it is not like the dryer is not hot. It is -o. My face is red and it feels as I have temperature when they take me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My hair is just very long and it takes a while to dry. I promised my Dada long time ago I would never cut my hair after my crazy sister Sexy Mod went and cut off her hair. Her hair reached her middle of her back close to her buttocks.And where did the lunatic girl cut it up to -her ear.! Oh- my father had a coronary. He didn't speak to her for weeks and no I am not exaggerating...She has always been braver than me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had reservations for Peter Luger for months. Peter Luger is New York's leading steak house it is always packed and to those that ever watched Cheers in the 1980's that's what it looks like inside. The waiters are dressed in tuxedo shirts and bow ties, and they cater to all your whims and fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The problem is this . I really don't think that S.O. Sexy likes Peter Luger- he is in this new phase of excercising where he wants to get down to a certain size and eating a whopping porterhouse steak that taste like butter and will probably give one a coronary is not his idea of a good time. But voila- I have managed to pull the rabbit out of its hat. He loves salmon, and you guessed it they have it on their menu. So I get to enjoy! yippee...!!!- and I am so happy because I absolutely love Peter Luger.Who cares if I will go from a size 6 to a size 10. But no worries I will do some serious exercising when I go to the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After that we are planning to go to see Norbit. I saw the preview and it looks funny. I just don't like when the jokes become too over dramatized that you end up being able to predict what the next one would be like. That just pisses me off, sha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then for the piece DE la Resistance... The creme De la creme.. dessert. Which happens to be me!!! Whoever guessed that gets a prize. My room looks like a candle factory, Luther and all my fav-o-rite love songs are in my CD player .I bought this number lets just say it covers what doesn't need to be covered and reveals in all the nice places.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(haa..haa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So that is it for me. I swear if S.O. sexy doesn't step up his game this year. He will be sleeping in the dog house. I mean that literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To all those in Blogville, to all those newly engaged Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-1612842308646656337?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/1612842308646656337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=1612842308646656337' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1612842308646656337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1612842308646656337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air....'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-5903647346238820160</id><published>2007-02-07T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:02:18.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Fire For Fire</title><content type='html'>To all of you who have been awaiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jist&lt;/span&gt; on my almost fatal run in with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;' s finest". ( No I am not talking about Ramsey or 2Face o-. Actually I do have a picture with me and Ramsey. Ladies eat your heart out and let's just say he really worked up a sweat...(BIG SMILE) (I will find a way to post the picture but I have to find a way to cut out my picture- I kinda like the anonymous thing.) I don't like stalkers I had my fill of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was travelling to Abuja with S.O. Sexy. ( He is not like those things that T-Minx was offering on her site as men!!! Ladies he is fine... (I will post some pictures later)..Anyway, we were in Abuja it is really beautiful by the way. There are beautiful townhouses, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; estates in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Maitama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Asokoro&lt;/span&gt;, and some in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wuse&lt;/span&gt; II. However, it does cost a pretty penny to live there. We travelled to Abuja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nicon&lt;/span&gt; ( one of my favorite romantic spots) and went around to Amigo's to get some snacks and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my camera with me a C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ontax&lt;/span&gt; N1 , and it is a professional camera but I am just a novice who just loves taking photos. I was not even next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aso&lt;/span&gt; Rock and I was just shooting my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a lightning's flash I saw a policeman screaming. I had no idea he was talking to me. So me and S.O. Sexy continued to drive. Fatal mistake..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even realize what happened next... the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;crazy policeman&lt;/span&gt; called for back up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were in pursuit of armed robbers how they had their machine guns drawn, and were following us. We we were trying to clear the way so they can catch the culprits. Little did I know I was the one and the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jumped into the car, put their rifle into my face. I swear to God, I thought I was going to die! I was just trying to remember to say my last rites... I swear... A next officer jumped into the front seat and took the car keys from S.O. Sexy and pulled the car to the side. 2 more officers now jumped into the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was past petrified. I have never been so scared in my life. The offense they said was taking pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ASO&lt;/span&gt; Rock, and they would take me down to the police station and lock us up. They wanted my camera . I told them no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them no way... they can have the film, but definitely not the camera! I know it might not have been the smartest thing to do, but S.O. Sexy has bought that as a birthday gift for me and I was not about to give it up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took me to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oga&lt;/span&gt; who was still debating who I was. Whether or not I was a journalist, which paper did I work for. Was I even Nigerian. I was completely dumbfounded first and then belligerent, and then so angry. I guess that is the Cancer in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.O. Sexy did not want a showdown with Fire for Fire, which is such a stupid name for a police force that every living and breathing Nigerian knows does not ever return any fire, they all vanish into thin air whenever any danger is around. They are only there to terrorize the poor masses all in the name of a lousy twenty or 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;naira&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting back to my story, he started talking to them in Hausa and they started to calm down a little bit. They asked him if he does not know the custom. They are letting us off with a warning,next time they will not be that nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still irate and seething silently, what nonsense! Wasted two hours mind you - blasted idiots! Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt; at least- I am still breathing thank God. How many people can say they faced Fire for Fire and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire indeed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haa&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haa&lt;/span&gt;... (smile).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-5903647346238820160?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/5903647346238820160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=5903647346238820160' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5903647346238820160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/5903647346238820160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/operation-fire-for-fire.html' title='Operation Fire For Fire'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-303386568623208022</id><published>2007-02-05T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:13:16.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nigerian Customs</title><content type='html'>This weekend I sat down packing and repacking my luggage to go to Nigeria. I know this may seem a little impulsive... okay I lie... Very impulsive seeing that I haven't even bought my tickets from British Airways. Something just pushed me over the edge.. could it be, the forecast reporting that that the next 3 days would be 20 degrees, with a wind chill factor of below O degrees. I think that might have done it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my basic necessities and the list reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. malaria medication ( check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pepto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bismol&lt;/span&gt; and wipes (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Motrin (check) I get serious migraines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. sun tan and sun block (check) I am tired of stupid people screaming out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yellooowww&lt;/span&gt;... when they want me to buy something from them, (like that is actually going to make me buy anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. toiletries (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. camera and film(check) I am an aspiring photographer( that is until FIRE for FIRE) jumped into my car and almost wheeled me down to the police station. Why didn't anyone tell me I could not take pictures in Abuja?&lt;br /&gt;This is too long to report now it is definitely for a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. Someone has told me once if you are not really comfortable with Customs checking your bag ( which I am not) you should put your undies on the top layer they will feel too offended to search through it. Great travelling tip I will tell you if it works when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it might have the opposite effect I might find some perv... secretly sniffing my Victoria's and Calvin's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h. My bathing and summer clothes, that really need to be updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. Trinkets for relatives...( even though I bring them things it is never enough , I always leave with just a little more than the clothes on my back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be missing something I am just not sure what! Most likely this is just a dry run, I'm almost certain to repack again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-303386568623208022?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/303386568623208022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=303386568623208022' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/303386568623208022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/303386568623208022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/nigerian-customs.html' title='Nigerian Customs'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-1763846497542666625</id><published>2007-02-02T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:55:55.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time</title><content type='html'>Work was exactly, how I thought it was going to be - a big snooze.....z.zzz....&lt;br /&gt;TGIF- thank god its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. The highlight of my day as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Africana&lt;/span&gt; Soul Food Cafe-in Queens,NY (Blessing's food is seriously off the chain) simply the best hands down. A good indication of how good food can be is by how distended your belly can be  and mine is seriously distended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logged on to Overwhelmed NB site to get a couple of laughs, by the way I am still waiting for my prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my first comment on my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thanxs&lt;/span&gt; for the shot out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Taurean&lt;/span&gt; minx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is too early to pack my luggage to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;? My proposed travel is not until the end of March...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-1763846497542666625?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/1763846497542666625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=1763846497542666625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1763846497542666625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/1763846497542666625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-much-time.html' title='Too Much Time'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378840371905298428.post-4395808349923215434</id><published>2007-02-02T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:24:38.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Naija State of Mind</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and all I care about is going back underneath the covers. It is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; cold !I read this book once by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Buchi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Emecheta&lt;/span&gt;, and she said if she was Jesus she would have passed London by, with all of the cold air and grey skies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Buchi&lt;/span&gt;, I second that motion ! However, I am not in London but in New York, and he needs to bypass here also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go to work today. certainly, not I! Just extra time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pleaasseee&lt;/span&gt;... just five more minutes.... so I can dream more about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;....with its warm sun, smell of petrol everywhere, fresh fruits, great food... cant wait to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;suya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bitterleaf&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;edikaikon&lt;/span&gt;, draw soup, and goat pepper soup and have a Chapman at Abuja &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nicon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to dress in Nigerian attire...without someone asking me oh...are you going to a wedding? No, I just felt like wearing something that reminded me that I was home... Next ridiculous question why.... which is normally followed with a look of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares... no one cares in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;... all the countless materials from the finest laces...to the matching headscarves....I love seeing the men dressed in their caftans, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;regality&lt;/span&gt; and sexiness could never be surpassed by any Western suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I am homesick... and no amount of five minutes will miraculously place me in Nigeria, Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;, time to get ready to go to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378840371905298428-4395808349923215434?l=greenpalms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/feeds/4395808349923215434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378840371905298428&amp;postID=4395808349923215434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4395808349923215434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378840371905298428/posts/default/4395808349923215434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpalms.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-naija-state-of-mind.html' title='In A Naija State of Mind'/><author><name>Simply Gorgeous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04020692498343173346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
