ANDROID PROJECT

I'll be doing a report on an android information system i built as a university project.

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FOTO POETRY

checked dis out and it aint bad.

refresh ya naija mind (if ur outside...)

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10 honest things about moi.

i'v been tagged like a couple of times and neva really came round to doing dis. BUT...

considering that i'v been toooo tooooooo lazy to blog for a while, decided to used dis to get back.

and oh wasup with all dis talk of 'going private' then wats the essence of blogging in the first place.

imagine some of my fav. bloggers shutting their doors on me.. *sob sob*

berra stop it

10 honest things about moi.

1. I'm can sell my friends into slavery for a BMW (I think they ‘ll appreciate my taste for good cars)

2. I broke it off with my long time Girlfriend.  She was beautiful, light skinned, had the most beautiful curves known to man, even more beautiful than those of: padosh, buttercup (don’t knw wat chari tinks of dat), and last but not least afrobabe. She had beautiful eyes that were somewhat clear and sparkling, her voice was like angels singing. So it was a difficult move to make but I just had to get my hands on the new dv5 series of  Hp laptops. I am a computer freak I guess.

 

3. I’ve neva had a girlfriend (ignore no.2), only open relationships, cos I don’t think I have anything to offer even till now. cant handle the responsibility of belonging to someone and vice versa.

 

3. I work best under pressure. Put a gun to ma head and I’l recite the national anthem (correctly)

 

4. am a sucker for the art. Music, photography, paintings, film…

 

5. am a sucker for the sciences (lol)

 

6. am a sucker for… (lol)

 

7. have a bad eating habit

 

8. I luv ladies, but I lose interest in ‘em very quickly. All I need is one little thing to happen (like doug belching) and dats it.

 

9. I’m confident. Some people usually take me to be proud (at least till they really know me)

 

10. I’m pretty emotional (sshhhh don’t tell anyone). Actually cried watching passion of the Christ (am sure u all did), not just dat, really emotional movies get to me, they hit the right spot.

c ya soon (i hope)

RANDOM STUFF!

hey peeps, wata goan???

wow!

its been a while since ma last post man!

never tot it'l b like dis... u knw...

with the hustle and bustle of acada life (again!!)

just had ma first few week of lectures and it all went down pretty well too. (big surprise there!! i was neva an acada person back in d day)

i promised myself i wasnt steppin into any higher institution ever again!!

yeah! (didnt keep that one)

hmm..

talkin about skool brings back memories

i did ma first degree in naija, crazy as hell.

it was a private university though.

pretty kool, quiet, clean, peaceful,...

but u knw d tin wit all dis naija missionary skools ehn..

take shit a bit too far if u knw wat i mean.

na only God go help us.

am sure some of u been wonderin wat i'v been up to, yeah! (maybe not!)

well its been weeks of mixed feelings and reactions.

nothin much has been happening, really!

my niece who was overly excited wen i got here, seems to have moved on. i can say again and confidently now that 'she no send me again, not one bit!'

she no send if i dey house or i no dey. na only wen i dey chow ice lollies, ice cream,.. she go remember say she get uncle.

i remember her mom tellin me to help pick her up from school one day,

mom: hey TT could you help me pick up lil_one from skool?

me wey neva spend reach one month for hia

TT: em.. sure no probs, lemme just print directions from google maps.

mom: aww cmon, its just up the road

of which i learnt the hard way, wasnt really up the road.

TT: are u sure, cos u knw i never been there on my own b4.

mom: oh no, u cant miss it.

no probs na.

na so i gree o.

and truly, i took the short cut i knew and within 5 mins i was there.

got d lil_gurl and a friend of hers who lived just down the road from us. na so the pikin dem eff me up o.

pikin: em can we take the normal route?

TT: why, u dont like the other one?

pikin: no, prefer the normal route

which one b my own, no b make dem reach house,

na so we waka o,

been walkin for like some 5 minutes, freezin ma ass off

pikin: em.. where r we goin?

TT: err.. home, where else?

pikin: i think u missed the turning!

imagine, a whole me, full grown man with biabia.

looked around and ALAS! i don loss o 

(every freakin road in london looked d same man! no b lagos wey every house na different design and colour)

and so it wont seem i didnt knw wasup, decided to use a trick i learnt from ma teachers in sec skool.

u kwn wen u ask a question they dont knw, and instead of admitting they dont, they throw it back at u!

TT: wat u mean i missed a turning, ok if it was u where would u go now?

pikin: i think we shd cross the road and take the next turning! that road leads back in!

TT: i knew dat, just wanted to see how smart u guys are.

(omo i follow d directions. b4 nko! me wey don loss. just dey pray make d pikin sabi road cos... dem go just show us for bbc)

u know all those kids they show on nta, imagine make dem come show me.

bbc: dis man and two kids were found roaming the streets of london, apparently they got lost and cdnt find their way home! d male speaks english and pidjin fluently...

but man!

i'v had my own share of gettin lost o.

most recent one being just some days ago when i went out with a friend from naija, who apparently is in d same uni as me.

she wanted to get some bed spreads, pillows, duvee...

u knw, d normal tins u need so u dont freeze in d subzero temperatures of d night.

so i wan form say me sef na london boi, say i sabi road wella.

man! dis one no b beans o..

i got dis chic to d shoppin center around 6pm, (left home a bit late).

did d whole shoppin within 40 mins.

took a bus goin back to her house, imagine dis gurl no sabi whr her busstop dey again o.

smthin dat shd have been 1 bus and shd have taken 30 mins, on my last count we had entered like 4 different buses.

i remember entering the same bus like twice..

with 3 big bags and frozen feet, with me partly carrying her, we eventually got to her house o.

and i still had to get to ma own house too..

NEVA AGAIN!

skools goin on pretty well sha,

ma class fairly large, with like 80% of dem being indians...

man! smtimes u think ur in india, d way dem go just dey yarn dey go, lecturer or no lecturer. and man!

dem garlic breath na die. attended and indian skool for 3years back in d day in moscow but u can neva get used to dat smell please..

got a handfull of studying to do man! got snowed in for two days, lectures got cancelled and dat means double trouble for us.

imagine make d whole country come to stand still cos of 5 inches of snow, was freakin disappointed with all d mouth wey dem get.

tisk tisk.

well talkin of studying, i gats to get back to ma studies man!

will holla soon enuff

been a bit, hasnt it?

recently relocated from lagos, and have been having some difficulties really gettin maself to write smthin.

instead i find maself readin other peeps posts. one of ma favs being tishas cos u neva knw wat to expect from her. lol!

i tink shes cute, with the way shes so honest and all, and the way she goes on about...

anywayz...

right now, as im writin this post i got like a hundred kids jumpin up and down ma head bumpin into me with balloons n stuff.

all dis oyinbo kids sef, i tire for dem o.

its ma nieces 5th buffday and she got sm kids over from her skool and church n stuff.

been watchin 'em like.. "if u like kil ya self"

the boys decided to play soccer in the garden, and am like .."its freezin cold out there!" not like am a wimp or anything but am there in the kitchen making a hot cup of ginger and lemon tea with honey, and a bunch of kids r kickin sm ball around in d cold. (WAT!)

na wa o. 

two minutes later i noticed one of 'em walks past me, no hi, hello, .. nothin.

then the second.. and i realised sm was wrong so am like

me: anything wrong

kid: yeah i got a pass and i wanted to curve the pass back to ma brova then......

aparently, in his bid to kick or curve the pass or ball or wateva,

he kicked d ball into the garden of neighbours on d right (they got like three dogs) and his shoe came off and  flew into the garden of the neighbours on d left.

how he achieved that, i will neva know!

am sure sm of u wonderin wat i did at this point, well..

three dogs on the right and a grumpy old man on the left?

u thought correctly!

i made maself sm toast to go with ma tea.

yum yum!

like half an hour b4 that, she (ma niece) decides to take em on tour of her house right! to her room and her folks room and decides to make a last stop at mine.

she didnt knock!

there i was mindin ma own bizniz right, just got out of d shower dryin up n stuff!

all of a sudden a bunch of kids pop into d room.

how do u handle stuff like dat? really!

back in naija...

dats wat u call a legit ass whoppin!

for oyinbo land... man! aint ready to have a sleep-in at a police station.

expected dem kids to b traumatised, u know! seeing wat they saw n all, but no..

they're like "oh! sorrrryy! hey lets go get candy yayyyy!"

in d end, i was the one traumatised cos dem kids no even send me sha..

u know its one thing to be ignored by ur mates like ur not there, but for 5 year olds to ignore me like dat...

i admit it hurt a bit, had a tear drop down ma eye...

anyway sha, will try to update u'all on ma escapades n stuff...

gotta go c if tishas got any new post.

c ya

THE IRONY OF CHOICE

from childhood,

we are taught our RIGHTS,

our right from our left,

and most importantly right from wrong.

we are taught the difference between the good and the bad,

a clear distinction made between the two, with no grey areas.

from childhood,

we are asked to make choices, the RIGHT choices.

and from lessons learnt from life, we know 100% which choices to make (80% of the time)

we know not to be rude,

not to have feelings for a certain somebody

not to drink, smoke, gamble

BUT...  

we have little chance against falling,

we have no choice.

in the IRONY OF CHOICE, the IRONY OF LIFE.

why is it not as simple as that.

why is it hard, difficult, sometimes even impossible.

why?

is it cos of certain circumstances? 

the irony of choice is that sometimes there are no choices,

just illusions of choices. 

sometimes we think we have choices,

 

between...

loving and not loving, wanting and not wanting, giving and not giving...

most times we dont.

isnt that why we 

take what we shouldnt have, 

love who we shouldnt love

isnt that why we make so called wrong choices, because we never really had choices. 

isnt that why we all have made wrong choices at some points in life because we're all subject to this. 

we ackowledge and regret it, but we enjoyed it all the same. 

that moment of wrong doing, thinking ... (when the classy uptown chic falls for the scruffy downtown hustler..)

and thinking about it, 

given the same circumstances again, we would make that same choice, 

maybe we never really have options or choices,

just illusions.

and if there were choices or options, 

maybe the wrong ones were more enticing, attractive ... 

(why do good girls like bad guys, why do people lie, cheat, steal, gamble???)  

the illuison of choices, 

the irony of life or the weakness an denial of man?

Aedh Wishes for the Clothes of Heaven

been quite a bit, i stumbled over this poem and i tot to share it wit u!

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, 

Enwrought with golden and silver light, 

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 

Of night and light and the half light, 

I would spread the cloths under your feet: 

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 

I have spread my dreams under your feet; 

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by William Butler Yeats