s.h.a.r.e 2010 CALENDAR
Thank you very much for your continued support for s.h.a.r.e Network. In 2009, we supported varied events and projects like Sundays at the Bay, Muson Jazz Festival and more, as well as holding our own events, including VENUS s.h.a.r.e, Wo.M.En, and s.h.a.r.e Monday Movies and Just Because...
We also introduced s.h.a.r.e teeshirts for the females, and had the guys grumbling!!!
But no, s.h.a.r.e is not just for the women, and in 2010, this will become clearer!!!
s.h.a.r.e is an acronym for Souls Have A Right to Express. While s.h.a.r.e Media and Entertainment were set up for, as the name implies, Media and Entertainment, s.h.a.r.e Network (the first arm of s.h.a.r.e), was set up to give the young adult an opportunity to meet people, make contacts, network and express themselves. This is achieved through avenues like events, sites and more, but with an emphasis on providing an event to suit every type of person.
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2010 CALENDAR!! *
JANUARY
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay**
FEBRUARY
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
VENUS s.h.a.r.e***
MARCH
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Jeans for Genes**
APRIL
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
Wo.M.En***
MAY
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
VENUS s.h.a.r.e
JUNE
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
JULY
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
VENUS s.h.a.r.e
AUGUST
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
Wo.M.En
SEPTEMBER
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
OCTOBER
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
Red and Blue Day (THESE GENES)**
NOVEMBER
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
VENUS s.h.a.r.e
DECEMBER
Monday Movies
Sundays at the Bay
Just Because
Wo.M.En
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
First Edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e
s.h.a.r.e Media Entertainment and Networking, a company dedicated to giving the young Nigerian adult avenues and opportunities to express themselves while networking and making new friends and contacts, through its own events, or via partnerships with like-minded companies and projects, has announced that the first edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e, a quarterly hang-out for women only, will hold this June, on the 6th, at Swe Bar, City Mall, Onikan.
VENUS s.h.a.r.e aims to give women an opportunity to hang out in a social environment, while networking with a view at making valuable professional contacts, as well as sharing opinions and experiences as women in work places, while also getting access to services and products that are specifically targeted at women.
There will also be one (un)lucky male guest who will be put on the hot seat to answer all questions posed by the women!
Sounds interesting? Well, even more so when one realises this is done over food, drinks, light entertainment and great conversation, all provided by women!
Billed to hold every quarter, this first one is proudly supported by Swe Bar, H2H Magazine, and Rise Networks, and is expected to start at 12pm on Saturday, the 6th of June.
Please send a text to 08023066252 for Registeration Details.
http://www.sharevenus.blogspot.com/
VENUS s.h.a.r.e aims to give women an opportunity to hang out in a social environment, while networking with a view at making valuable professional contacts, as well as sharing opinions and experiences as women in work places, while also getting access to services and products that are specifically targeted at women.
There will also be one (un)lucky male guest who will be put on the hot seat to answer all questions posed by the women!
Sounds interesting? Well, even more so when one realises this is done over food, drinks, light entertainment and great conversation, all provided by women!
Billed to hold every quarter, this first one is proudly supported by Swe Bar, H2H Magazine, and Rise Networks, and is expected to start at 12pm on Saturday, the 6th of June.
Please send a text to 08023066252 for Registeration Details.
http://www.sharevenus.blogspot.com/
First Edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e
s.h.a.r.e Media Entertainment and Networking, a company dedicated to giving the young Nigerian adult avenues and opportunities to express themselves while networking and making new friends and contacts, through its own events, or via partnerships with like-minded companies and projects, has announced that the first edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e, a quarterly hang-out for women only, will hold this June, on the 6th, at Swe Bar, City Mall, Onikan.
VENUS s.h.a.r.e aims to give women an opportunity to hang out in a social environment, while networking with a view at making valuable professional contacts, as well as sharing opinions and experiences as women in work places, while also getting access to services and products that are specifically targeted at women.
There will also be one (un)lucky male guest who will be put on the hot seat to answer all questions posed by the women!
Sounds interesting? Well, even more so when one realises this is done over food, drinks, light entertainment and great conversation, all provided by women!
Billed to hold every quarter, this first one is proudly supported by Swe Bar, H2H Magazine, and Rise Networks, and is expected to start at 12pm on Saturday, the 6th of June.
Please send a text to 08023066252 for Registeration Details.
http://www.sharevenus.blogspot.com/
VENUS s.h.a.r.e aims to give women an opportunity to hang out in a social environment, while networking with a view at making valuable professional contacts, as well as sharing opinions and experiences as women in work places, while also getting access to services and products that are specifically targeted at women.
There will also be one (un)lucky male guest who will be put on the hot seat to answer all questions posed by the women!
Sounds interesting? Well, even more so when one realises this is done over food, drinks, light entertainment and great conversation, all provided by women!
Billed to hold every quarter, this first one is proudly supported by Swe Bar, H2H Magazine, and Rise Networks, and is expected to start at 12pm on Saturday, the 6th of June.
Please send a text to 08023066252 for Registeration Details.
http://www.sharevenus.blogspot.com/
First edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e!
s.h.a.r.e Media Entertainment and Networking, a company dedicated to giving the young Nigerian adult avenues and opportunities to express themselves while networking and making new friends and contacts, through its own events, or via partnerships with like-minded companies and projects, has announced that the first edition of VENUS s.h.a.r.e, a quarterly hang-out for women only, will hold this June, on the 6th, at Swe Bar, City Mall, Onikan.
VENUS s.h.a.r.e aims to give women an opportunity to hang out in a social environment, while networking with a view at making valuable professional contacts, as well as sharing opinions and experiences as women in work places, while also getting access to services and products that are specifically targeted at women. There will also be one (un)lucky male guest who will be put on the hot seat to answer all questions posed by the women!
Sounds interesting? Well, even more so when one realises this is done over food, drinks, light entertainment and great conversation, all provided by women!
Billed to hold every quarter, this first one is proudly supported by Swe Bar, and Rise Networks, and is expected to start at 12pm on Saturday, the 6th of June.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Moving On
Do they talk about me? Does he tell her about me? Does she even want to know?
And when they kiss, does she kiss like me? Or better?
Will he make her happy? Will she make him happier than i made him?
Is she better than me?
Does he think about me?
Does he still hate me?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder if i miss him, hate him, love him, miss him?
And when they kiss, does she kiss like me? Or better?
Will he make her happy? Will she make him happier than i made him?
Is she better than me?
Does he think about me?
Does he still hate me?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder if i miss him, hate him, love him, miss him?
Moving On
Do they talk about me? Does he tell her about me? Does she even want to know?
And when they kiss, does she kiss like me? Or better?
Will he make her happy? Will she make him happier than i made him?
Is she better than me?
Does he think about me?
Does he still hate me?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder if i miss him, hate him, love him, miss him?
And when they kiss, does she kiss like me? Or better?
Will he make her happy? Will she make him happier than i made him?
Is she better than me?
Does he think about me?
Does he still hate me?
Does he miss me?
Does he wonder if i miss him, hate him, love him, miss him?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Call a Dog a Bad Name to Hang It
I don't know if i was truly thinking forever. It was a nice comfortable relationship. We spoke daily, had a few laughs, saw a movie or two, and made out a lot.
Maybe i saw myself being comfortable with that, inspite of the things that worried me. But it was a relationship, and i was enjoying it. Till we started getting to the period when it all crumbled. I could feel it i guess; the pulling away. And maybe i should have acted first or faster. But i didn't.
But here is the thing.
Why give a dog a bad name so you can hang it?
You wanted to break up with me. You were done and ready to quit. It might have been better to try to work it out, but babes, we were not married and i could not hold you down. So why didn't you just break up with me?
Why did you choose to play mind games instead? Staying away, Making me think i was paranoid, Not taking my calls... Being a jerk!
Then you have the audacity to say you didn't like my friends, my taste in music, nor anything about me?
You said you saw traits in me that worried you? That i reminded you of your exes?
You even started getting me to believe i was mad, bad and sad.
Dude, if you wanted out, why didn't you just say so?
Maybe i saw myself being comfortable with that, inspite of the things that worried me. But it was a relationship, and i was enjoying it. Till we started getting to the period when it all crumbled. I could feel it i guess; the pulling away. And maybe i should have acted first or faster. But i didn't.
But here is the thing.
Why give a dog a bad name so you can hang it?
You wanted to break up with me. You were done and ready to quit. It might have been better to try to work it out, but babes, we were not married and i could not hold you down. So why didn't you just break up with me?
Why did you choose to play mind games instead? Staying away, Making me think i was paranoid, Not taking my calls... Being a jerk!
Then you have the audacity to say you didn't like my friends, my taste in music, nor anything about me?
You said you saw traits in me that worried you? That i reminded you of your exes?
You even started getting me to believe i was mad, bad and sad.
Dude, if you wanted out, why didn't you just say so?
Call a Dog a Bad Name to Hang It
I don't know if i was truly thinking forever. It was a nice comfortable relationship. We spoke daily, had a few laughs, saw a movie or two, and made out a lot.
Maybe i saw myself being comfortable with that, inspite of the things that worried me. But it was a relationship, and i was enjoying it. Till we started getting to the period when it all crumbled. I could feel it i guess; the pulling away. And maybe i should have acted first or faster. But i didn't.
But here is the thing.
Why give a dog a bad name so you can hang it?
You wanted to break up with me. You were done and ready to quit. It might have been better to try to work it out, but babes, we were not married and i could not hold you down. So why didn't you just break up with me?
Why did you choose to play mind games instead? Staying away, Making me think i was paranoid, Not taking my calls... Being a jerk!
Then you have the audacity to say you didn't like my friends, my taste in music, nor anything about me?
You said you saw traits in me that worried you? That i reminded you of your exes?
You even started getting me to believe i was mad, bad and sad.
Dude, if you wanted out, why didn't you just say so?
Maybe i saw myself being comfortable with that, inspite of the things that worried me. But it was a relationship, and i was enjoying it. Till we started getting to the period when it all crumbled. I could feel it i guess; the pulling away. And maybe i should have acted first or faster. But i didn't.
But here is the thing.
Why give a dog a bad name so you can hang it?
You wanted to break up with me. You were done and ready to quit. It might have been better to try to work it out, but babes, we were not married and i could not hold you down. So why didn't you just break up with me?
Why did you choose to play mind games instead? Staying away, Making me think i was paranoid, Not taking my calls... Being a jerk!
Then you have the audacity to say you didn't like my friends, my taste in music, nor anything about me?
You said you saw traits in me that worried you? That i reminded you of your exes?
You even started getting me to believe i was mad, bad and sad.
Dude, if you wanted out, why didn't you just say so?
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
That Day
Friday night. Was at the club with friends, talking, laughing it up. Getting our weekend off to a good start. Griping about the stress of the week past and looking forward to the 2 day break from the daily grind.
Then I heard her. I'd made a joke fully expecting it to fully expecting it to fall flat.....not everyone gets my jokes :( ......but someone laughed. I turned around to see who my new best friend was and saw her. I smiled. Said something that must have been just as witty because she laughed again. .....and then she replied with a witty quip of her own. From that moment on, I was gone. We talked and laughed the rest of the night. We ditched our friends and went clubbing together. Found out she was an awesome dancer. I took her back to her place in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drove home with a huge stupid grin on my face, wondering if she would think I was a stalker if I called her back now......
It took me almost a year of toasting, psyching, begging, sitting downstairs in the car waiting for her friends to finish analyzing me so we could go out, frequent visits to Chocolat Royale, Silverbird. Yes, it was hard but nothing good comes easy right? So she finally agreed. And it was bliss. Utter bliss. The best years of my life. Until I caught her that is......
Then I heard her. I'd made a joke fully expecting it to fully expecting it to fall flat.....not everyone gets my jokes :( ......but someone laughed. I turned around to see who my new best friend was and saw her. I smiled. Said something that must have been just as witty because she laughed again. .....and then she replied with a witty quip of her own. From that moment on, I was gone. We talked and laughed the rest of the night. We ditched our friends and went clubbing together. Found out she was an awesome dancer. I took her back to her place in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drove home with a huge stupid grin on my face, wondering if she would think I was a stalker if I called her back now......
It took me almost a year of toasting, psyching, begging, sitting downstairs in the car waiting for her friends to finish analyzing me so we could go out, frequent visits to Chocolat Royale, Silverbird. Yes, it was hard but nothing good comes easy right? So she finally agreed. And it was bliss. Utter bliss. The best years of my life. Until I caught her that is......
That Day
Friday night. Was at the club with friends, talking, laughing it up. Getting our weekend off to a good start. Griping about the stress of the week past and looking forward to the 2 day break from the daily grind.
Then I heard her. I'd made a joke fully expecting it to fully expecting it to fall flat.....not everyone gets my jokes :( ......but someone laughed. I turned around to see who my new best friend was and saw her. I smiled. Said something that must have been just as witty because she laughed again. .....and then she replied with a witty quip of her own. From that moment on, I was gone. We talked and laughed the rest of the night. We ditched our friends and went clubbing together. Found out she was an awesome dancer. I took her back to her place in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drove home with a huge stupid grin on my face, wondering if she would think I was a stalker if I called her back now......
It took me almost a year of toasting, psyching, begging, sitting downstairs in the car waiting for her friends to finish analyzing me so we could go out, frequent visits to Chocolat Royale, Silverbird. Yes, it was hard but nothing good comes easy right? So she finally agreed. And it was bliss. Utter bliss. The best years of my life. Until I caught her that is......
Then I heard her. I'd made a joke fully expecting it to fully expecting it to fall flat.....not everyone gets my jokes :( ......but someone laughed. I turned around to see who my new best friend was and saw her. I smiled. Said something that must have been just as witty because she laughed again. .....and then she replied with a witty quip of her own. From that moment on, I was gone. We talked and laughed the rest of the night. We ditched our friends and went clubbing together. Found out she was an awesome dancer. I took her back to her place in the wee hours of Saturday morning. Drove home with a huge stupid grin on my face, wondering if she would think I was a stalker if I called her back now......
It took me almost a year of toasting, psyching, begging, sitting downstairs in the car waiting for her friends to finish analyzing me so we could go out, frequent visits to Chocolat Royale, Silverbird. Yes, it was hard but nothing good comes easy right? So she finally agreed. And it was bliss. Utter bliss. The best years of my life. Until I caught her that is......
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Da-Ddy
Boy likes skin on skin
Said he likes the way it felt when he put it in
Girl gets pregnant and calls silly cow
But silly cow acts true to type, asking 'HOW?'
How?
You like skin to skin
You like the way it feels when you put it in
So please be ready when baby calls you da-ddy
Said he likes the way it felt when he put it in
Girl gets pregnant and calls silly cow
But silly cow acts true to type, asking 'HOW?'
How?
You like skin to skin
You like the way it feels when you put it in
So please be ready when baby calls you da-ddy
Da-Ddy
Boy likes skin on skin
Said he likes the way it felt when he put it in
Girl gets pregnant and calls silly cow
But silly cow acts true to type, asking 'HOW?'
How?
You like skin to skin
You like the way it feels when you put it in
So please be ready when baby calls you da-ddy
Said he likes the way it felt when he put it in
Girl gets pregnant and calls silly cow
But silly cow acts true to type, asking 'HOW?'
How?
You like skin to skin
You like the way it feels when you put it in
So please be ready when baby calls you da-ddy
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Poetry!
I wrote great poetry for you
I wrote then, and sent them as an sms
Then you threw a Pity Party and showed it to all your friends
Hate you for that, dat no be lie
You threw a Pity Party and showed your friends my very private poetry!
I wrote then, and sent them as an sms
Then you threw a Pity Party and showed it to all your friends
Hate you for that, dat no be lie
You threw a Pity Party and showed your friends my very private poetry!
Poetry!
I wrote great poetry for you
I wrote then, and sent them as an sms
Then you threw a Pity Party and showed it to all your friends
Hate you for that, dat no be lie
You threw a Pity Party and showed your friends my very private poetry!
I wrote then, and sent them as an sms
Then you threw a Pity Party and showed it to all your friends
Hate you for that, dat no be lie
You threw a Pity Party and showed your friends my very private poetry!
Monday, March 2, 2009
The First Fight
They say the first fight can make or break a relationship
At the least, it can determine how other fights will go.
They also say a man will treat you like he treats his mother
But that is another post entirely!
Our first fight began as my fault; i was testing to see how far i could take my sulking. Not far it seemed.
But his reaction?
Scared me to no end!
No, Tomiwa was NEVER physically abusive. I doubt he would ever have been, even if we got married and had mini-TomTos babies! But emotionally?
Wow
Tomiwa was the King of the Freeze Out!
When you upset him, you became non-existent. And for me, whose world centred on being happy and calm?
It killed me!
Plus, to make it worse, he didn't come for my first exhibition in a long while. Even though he had been there through every worry and every practise!
He just didn't come!
I should have known there that it wouldn't work. That's now how i fight. And that style would have killed me...
Oh wait
It sort of did
When we did break up
At the least, it can determine how other fights will go.
They also say a man will treat you like he treats his mother
But that is another post entirely!
Our first fight began as my fault; i was testing to see how far i could take my sulking. Not far it seemed.
But his reaction?
Scared me to no end!
No, Tomiwa was NEVER physically abusive. I doubt he would ever have been, even if we got married and had mini-TomTos babies! But emotionally?
Wow
Tomiwa was the King of the Freeze Out!
When you upset him, you became non-existent. And for me, whose world centred on being happy and calm?
It killed me!
Plus, to make it worse, he didn't come for my first exhibition in a long while. Even though he had been there through every worry and every practise!
He just didn't come!
I should have known there that it wouldn't work. That's now how i fight. And that style would have killed me...
Oh wait
It sort of did
When we did break up
The First Fight
They say the first fight can make or break a relationship
At the least, it can determine how other fights will go.
They also say a man will treat you like he treats his mother
But that is another post entirely!
Our first fight began as my fault; i was testing to see how far i could take my sulking. Not far it seemed.
But his reaction?
Scared me to no end!
No, Tomiwa was NEVER physically abusive. I doubt he would ever have been, even if we got married and had mini-TomTos babies! But emotionally?
Wow
Tomiwa was the King of the Freeze Out!
When you upset him, you became non-existent. And for me, whose world centred on being happy and calm?
It killed me!
Plus, to make it worse, he didn't come for my first exhibition in a long while. Even though he had been there through every worry and every practise!
He just didn't come!
I should have known there that it wouldn't work. That's now how i fight. And that style would have killed me...
Oh wait
It sort of did
When we did break up
At the least, it can determine how other fights will go.
They also say a man will treat you like he treats his mother
But that is another post entirely!
Our first fight began as my fault; i was testing to see how far i could take my sulking. Not far it seemed.
But his reaction?
Scared me to no end!
No, Tomiwa was NEVER physically abusive. I doubt he would ever have been, even if we got married and had mini-TomTos babies! But emotionally?
Wow
Tomiwa was the King of the Freeze Out!
When you upset him, you became non-existent. And for me, whose world centred on being happy and calm?
It killed me!
Plus, to make it worse, he didn't come for my first exhibition in a long while. Even though he had been there through every worry and every practise!
He just didn't come!
I should have known there that it wouldn't work. That's now how i fight. And that style would have killed me...
Oh wait
It sort of did
When we did break up
Thursday, February 26, 2009
I Won't Lie To My Son
Mothers should not lie to their sons. Because you then give them an overinflated sense of self!
I got pregnant and my ex said i was trying to trap him.
Abeg, judge oh...
He lives with his parents and is currently between jobs.
I work in a bank, live on my own, and my ex before him is a doctor who got an offer to work in Saudi. That was why we broke up, but we are back again in any case!
I just hope he does not start bugging me when the baby comes, or, God forbid, the baby, when he has become a success at whatever he does in future!
I got pregnant and my ex said i was trying to trap him.
Abeg, judge oh...
He lives with his parents and is currently between jobs.
I work in a bank, live on my own, and my ex before him is a doctor who got an offer to work in Saudi. That was why we broke up, but we are back again in any case!
I just hope he does not start bugging me when the baby comes, or, God forbid, the baby, when he has become a success at whatever he does in future!
I Won't Lie To My Son
Mothers should not lie to their sons. Because you then give them an overinflated sense of self!
I got pregnant and my ex said i was trying to trap him.
Abeg, judge oh...
He lives with his parents and is currently between jobs.
I work in a bank, live on my own, and my ex before him is a doctor who got an offer to work in Saudi. That was why we broke up, but we are back again in any case!
I just hope he does not start bugging me when the baby comes, or, God forbid, the baby, when he has become a success at whatever he does in future!
I got pregnant and my ex said i was trying to trap him.
Abeg, judge oh...
He lives with his parents and is currently between jobs.
I work in a bank, live on my own, and my ex before him is a doctor who got an offer to work in Saudi. That was why we broke up, but we are back again in any case!
I just hope he does not start bugging me when the baby comes, or, God forbid, the baby, when he has become a success at whatever he does in future!
My Guy
Love is a game, and the winner is determined by who breaks up first.
Yes oh, and don’t get it twisted. It is not neccessarily the person who said the words first that broke up first oh! Like in my case. I said the words. But he meant them. Infact, the game was well played; you should have seen how well he played his cards and boxed me in a corner, till i gave in and said them! And then, even after that, he gave a stellar performance (oscar deserving). He convinced me that i had blindsided him and he did not see it coming. Then he convinced my friends that he still felt the same and we would get back together. Then he came over and dealt things the final blow.
Wow!
And still, he would look me in the eye and tell me he never meant to hurt me; even when he was hurting me.
My guy, ure either very clueless, or very callous.
Yes oh, and don’t get it twisted. It is not neccessarily the person who said the words first that broke up first oh! Like in my case. I said the words. But he meant them. Infact, the game was well played; you should have seen how well he played his cards and boxed me in a corner, till i gave in and said them! And then, even after that, he gave a stellar performance (oscar deserving). He convinced me that i had blindsided him and he did not see it coming. Then he convinced my friends that he still felt the same and we would get back together. Then he came over and dealt things the final blow.
Wow!
And still, he would look me in the eye and tell me he never meant to hurt me; even when he was hurting me.
My guy, ure either very clueless, or very callous.
My Guy
Love is a game, and the winner is determined by who breaks up first.
Yes oh, and don’t get it twisted. It is not neccessarily the person who said the words first that broke up first oh! Like in my case. I said the words. But he meant them. Infact, the game was well played; you should have seen how well he played his cards and boxed me in a corner, till i gave in and said them! And then, even after that, he gave a stellar performance (oscar deserving). He convinced me that i had blindsided him and he did not see it coming. Then he convinced my friends that he still felt the same and we would get back together. Then he came over and dealt things the final blow.
Wow!
And still, he would look me in the eye and tell me he never meant to hurt me; even when he was hurting me.
My guy, ure either very clueless, or very callous.
Yes oh, and don’t get it twisted. It is not neccessarily the person who said the words first that broke up first oh! Like in my case. I said the words. But he meant them. Infact, the game was well played; you should have seen how well he played his cards and boxed me in a corner, till i gave in and said them! And then, even after that, he gave a stellar performance (oscar deserving). He convinced me that i had blindsided him and he did not see it coming. Then he convinced my friends that he still felt the same and we would get back together. Then he came over and dealt things the final blow.
Wow!
And still, he would look me in the eye and tell me he never meant to hurt me; even when he was hurting me.
My guy, ure either very clueless, or very callous.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Finding the One
Now that I have your attention, I must confess: this post does NOT tell you how to find that ONE. Rather, if anything, you will learn things NOT to do in the quest of this fabled ONE. I am looking for sympathy, quite shamelessly too. Because my God, it just hurts. It hurts really really bad. But everyone says that its not supposed to hurt. I am expected to brush it off and keep going. .....you know, cuz i'm the guy. But really, what does my being male have to do with anything? Being cheated on by the one you'd built your future around hurts regardless of gender. All I really want is for someone to understand.
Yeah, maybe I'm not crying my eyes out and refusing to get out of bed. Neither am I driving past her house if only to catch a glimpse........no, on a whole I am handling things quite well thank you. So far, I have resisted the urge to slash her tires, send threatening texts, have her beaten up, breaking her windscreen, sending our nude pictures and lil videos to her fragile ninety-year old grandmother.........Yep yep I'm doing juuuuust fine. Juuuuust fine.........
Yeah, maybe I'm not crying my eyes out and refusing to get out of bed. Neither am I driving past her house if only to catch a glimpse........no, on a whole I am handling things quite well thank you. So far, I have resisted the urge to slash her tires, send threatening texts, have her beaten up, breaking her windscreen, sending our nude pictures and lil videos to her fragile ninety-year old grandmother.........Yep yep I'm doing juuuuust fine. Juuuuust fine.........
Finding the One
Now that I have your attention, I must confess: this post does NOT tell you how to find that ONE. Rather, if anything, you will learn things NOT to do in the quest of this fabled ONE. I am looking for sympathy, quite shamelessly too. Because my God, it just hurts. It hurts really really bad. But everyone says that its not supposed to hurt. I am expected to brush it off and keep going. .....you know, cuz i'm the guy. But really, what does my being male have to do with anything? Being cheated on by the one you'd built your future around hurts regardless of gender. All I really want is for someone to understand.
Yeah, maybe I'm not crying my eyes out and refusing to get out of bed. Neither am I driving past her house if only to catch a glimpse........no, on a whole I am handling things quite well thank you. So far, I have resisted the urge to slash her tires, send threatening texts, have her beaten up, breaking her windscreen, sending our nude pictures and lil videos to her fragile ninety-year old grandmother.........Yep yep I'm doing juuuuust fine. Juuuuust fine.........
Yeah, maybe I'm not crying my eyes out and refusing to get out of bed. Neither am I driving past her house if only to catch a glimpse........no, on a whole I am handling things quite well thank you. So far, I have resisted the urge to slash her tires, send threatening texts, have her beaten up, breaking her windscreen, sending our nude pictures and lil videos to her fragile ninety-year old grandmother.........Yep yep I'm doing juuuuust fine. Juuuuust fine.........
Chocolates and Ice Cream, Cigarettes and Alcohol...I'll get over you!
I had become smug I suppose.
Not about being IN love, but smug that I knew the secret to getting over heartbreak.
I had not set out to deliberately get my heart broken (or in some cases, shattered) the number of times it had been broken. It just happened. I guess with the cards life deals us, I got the ‘naïve romantic head in the clouds girl’ card. The one that takes you on a journey as you literally and figuratively, try to find Prince Charming, as you hold out for the One. Maybe some other people with that card find the One. I found one, and another, and then another, but sadly, never THE ONE.
And in my quest to find this One, I had to sacrifice my heart.
First it was to that boy in the carpark (please get your minds out of the gutter). Then it was to that Adonis. Then to the dancer. Then to the cute one. Then to the club guy. Then to the… Yikes, it is a long list, may I just skip to the story?
With each one, there was a different level of heartache and destabilisation. And with each, I developed a variant of a formula- music, substance abuse, hate, indifference, eureka!
Music wise, I have been largely helped by Seal, and Tupac, and Alanis Morisette, and in more recent times, Colbie Caillat. With Substances, it has usually been either alcohol or cigarettes, but with Adonis 2, I added prescription meds to the cocktail. Hate was easy, Indifference harder, but eventually, I found it. And I was fine.
So I knew the rules, and the steps. No man was going to make me hurt for too long again. Besides, by Adonis 2, I had another weapon- prayer.
But when this dude showed up with his duffel bag and smile, all those rules disappeared, and what I then had was the process of re-learning! I was no better than a new born baby trying to crawl, then walk, and possibly run. I either forgot the steps, or could not apply them; could not move!
The only thing I could do, was pray, and pray feverishly. And then type. And type furiously!
Not about being IN love, but smug that I knew the secret to getting over heartbreak.
I had not set out to deliberately get my heart broken (or in some cases, shattered) the number of times it had been broken. It just happened. I guess with the cards life deals us, I got the ‘naïve romantic head in the clouds girl’ card. The one that takes you on a journey as you literally and figuratively, try to find Prince Charming, as you hold out for the One. Maybe some other people with that card find the One. I found one, and another, and then another, but sadly, never THE ONE.
And in my quest to find this One, I had to sacrifice my heart.
First it was to that boy in the carpark (please get your minds out of the gutter). Then it was to that Adonis. Then to the dancer. Then to the cute one. Then to the club guy. Then to the… Yikes, it is a long list, may I just skip to the story?
With each one, there was a different level of heartache and destabilisation. And with each, I developed a variant of a formula- music, substance abuse, hate, indifference, eureka!
Music wise, I have been largely helped by Seal, and Tupac, and Alanis Morisette, and in more recent times, Colbie Caillat. With Substances, it has usually been either alcohol or cigarettes, but with Adonis 2, I added prescription meds to the cocktail. Hate was easy, Indifference harder, but eventually, I found it. And I was fine.
So I knew the rules, and the steps. No man was going to make me hurt for too long again. Besides, by Adonis 2, I had another weapon- prayer.
But when this dude showed up with his duffel bag and smile, all those rules disappeared, and what I then had was the process of re-learning! I was no better than a new born baby trying to crawl, then walk, and possibly run. I either forgot the steps, or could not apply them; could not move!
The only thing I could do, was pray, and pray feverishly. And then type. And type furiously!
Chocolates and Ice Cream, Cigarettes and Alcohol...I'll get over you!
I had become smug I suppose.
Not about being IN love, but smug that I knew the secret to getting over heartbreak.
I had not set out to deliberately get my heart broken (or in some cases, shattered) the number of times it had been broken. It just happened. I guess with the cards life deals us, I got the ‘naïve romantic head in the clouds girl’ card. The one that takes you on a journey as you literally and figuratively, try to find Prince Charming, as you hold out for the One. Maybe some other people with that card find the One. I found one, and another, and then another, but sadly, never THE ONE.
And in my quest to find this One, I had to sacrifice my heart.
First it was to that boy in the carpark (please get your minds out of the gutter). Then it was to that Adonis. Then to the dancer. Then to the cute one. Then to the club guy. Then to the… Yikes, it is a long list, may I just skip to the story?
With each one, there was a different level of heartache and destabilisation. And with each, I developed a variant of a formula- music, substance abuse, hate, indifference, eureka!
Music wise, I have been largely helped by Seal, and Tupac, and Alanis Morisette, and in more recent times, Colbie Caillat. With Substances, it has usually been either alcohol or cigarettes, but with Adonis 2, I added prescription meds to the cocktail. Hate was easy, Indifference harder, but eventually, I found it. And I was fine.
So I knew the rules, and the steps. No man was going to make me hurt for too long again. Besides, by Adonis 2, I had another weapon- prayer.
But when this dude showed up with his duffel bag and smile, all those rules disappeared, and what I then had was the process of re-learning! I was no better than a new born baby trying to crawl, then walk, and possibly run. I either forgot the steps, or could not apply them; could not move!
The only thing I could do, was pray, and pray feverishly. And then type. And type furiously!
Not about being IN love, but smug that I knew the secret to getting over heartbreak.
I had not set out to deliberately get my heart broken (or in some cases, shattered) the number of times it had been broken. It just happened. I guess with the cards life deals us, I got the ‘naïve romantic head in the clouds girl’ card. The one that takes you on a journey as you literally and figuratively, try to find Prince Charming, as you hold out for the One. Maybe some other people with that card find the One. I found one, and another, and then another, but sadly, never THE ONE.
And in my quest to find this One, I had to sacrifice my heart.
First it was to that boy in the carpark (please get your minds out of the gutter). Then it was to that Adonis. Then to the dancer. Then to the cute one. Then to the club guy. Then to the… Yikes, it is a long list, may I just skip to the story?
With each one, there was a different level of heartache and destabilisation. And with each, I developed a variant of a formula- music, substance abuse, hate, indifference, eureka!
Music wise, I have been largely helped by Seal, and Tupac, and Alanis Morisette, and in more recent times, Colbie Caillat. With Substances, it has usually been either alcohol or cigarettes, but with Adonis 2, I added prescription meds to the cocktail. Hate was easy, Indifference harder, but eventually, I found it. And I was fine.
So I knew the rules, and the steps. No man was going to make me hurt for too long again. Besides, by Adonis 2, I had another weapon- prayer.
But when this dude showed up with his duffel bag and smile, all those rules disappeared, and what I then had was the process of re-learning! I was no better than a new born baby trying to crawl, then walk, and possibly run. I either forgot the steps, or could not apply them; could not move!
The only thing I could do, was pray, and pray feverishly. And then type. And type furiously!
THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE
1. My reputation
2. Friendship
3. Work
4. Mutual Friends
5. Peace
6. Sanity
7. Power
8. Trust
9. Junior
People say 'Get Over Him'
Poor guy, he even thinks this is about him
I am over him
Emotionally
Physically
Psychologically
Unfortunately, we lost things in the fire.
And i am not over them.
That's what this is about
Not about Tomiwa
2. Friendship
3. Work
4. Mutual Friends
5. Peace
6. Sanity
7. Power
8. Trust
9. Junior
People say 'Get Over Him'
Poor guy, he even thinks this is about him
I am over him
Emotionally
Physically
Psychologically
Unfortunately, we lost things in the fire.
And i am not over them.
That's what this is about
Not about Tomiwa
THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE
1. My reputation
2. Friendship
3. Work
4. Mutual Friends
5. Peace
6. Sanity
7. Power
8. Trust
9. Junior
People say 'Get Over Him'
Poor guy, he even thinks this is about him
I am over him
Emotionally
Physically
Psychologically
Unfortunately, we lost things in the fire.
And i am not over them.
That's what this is about
Not about Tomiwa
2. Friendship
3. Work
4. Mutual Friends
5. Peace
6. Sanity
7. Power
8. Trust
9. Junior
People say 'Get Over Him'
Poor guy, he even thinks this is about him
I am over him
Emotionally
Physically
Psychologically
Unfortunately, we lost things in the fire.
And i am not over them.
That's what this is about
Not about Tomiwa
m'cO DFGRYHWEJKFKL
Im still crying.
Look at me, im crying now.
Cos i spoke with his friend.
My friend.
A Mutual friend.
You know what ticks me off?
Everyone takes sides.
Even when they say they don't. Cos it's human.
You either believe the one you like more, or the one who brings more into your life.
So our mutual friends? They have all taken sides. And i hate that they don't even bother to HEAR both sides!
I don't care if you ask him what happened! ASK HIM!
I want him to tell you. But why can't you bloody ask me as well instead of working on the information you have
Cos there's always three sides to a story mehn
My side
His side
And the truth!
That's how it works. COs everytime a story is told, it is given a twist to suit the narrator!
How can two months ruin so much?
Friends have to take sides
People i respect won't even say hi (and i don't even want to say hi to them)
Personally, i learnt a lot more than i would have loved to!
It is like my 2007 does not matter any longer!
It does not matter that i threw a fashion show and created awareness for sickle-cell
It does not matter that i worked on AMBO and the APPRENTICE, and MTN GAMESHOW
It does not matter that i wrote and blogged and recorded, and was alive.
ALL that matters are those two months where i allowed myself to fall again!
I was done with love oh. I has wisened up and knew what to do.
But i believed him, for reasons best known to both of us, or maybe just to me. Believed him completely!
And now, it's over cos we both couldn't make it work. But it had to go and get complicated
Hey!
Now, he even gets to hit on my friends and laugh with them.
Look at me, im crying now.
Cos i spoke with his friend.
My friend.
A Mutual friend.
You know what ticks me off?
Everyone takes sides.
Even when they say they don't. Cos it's human.
You either believe the one you like more, or the one who brings more into your life.
So our mutual friends? They have all taken sides. And i hate that they don't even bother to HEAR both sides!
I don't care if you ask him what happened! ASK HIM!
I want him to tell you. But why can't you bloody ask me as well instead of working on the information you have
Cos there's always three sides to a story mehn
My side
His side
And the truth!
That's how it works. COs everytime a story is told, it is given a twist to suit the narrator!
How can two months ruin so much?
Friends have to take sides
People i respect won't even say hi (and i don't even want to say hi to them)
Personally, i learnt a lot more than i would have loved to!
It is like my 2007 does not matter any longer!
It does not matter that i threw a fashion show and created awareness for sickle-cell
It does not matter that i worked on AMBO and the APPRENTICE, and MTN GAMESHOW
It does not matter that i wrote and blogged and recorded, and was alive.
ALL that matters are those two months where i allowed myself to fall again!
I was done with love oh. I has wisened up and knew what to do.
But i believed him, for reasons best known to both of us, or maybe just to me. Believed him completely!
And now, it's over cos we both couldn't make it work. But it had to go and get complicated
Hey!
Now, he even gets to hit on my friends and laugh with them.
m'cO DFGRYHWEJKFKL
Im still crying.
Look at me, im crying now.
Cos i spoke with his friend.
My friend.
A Mutual friend.
You know what ticks me off?
Everyone takes sides.
Even when they say they don't. Cos it's human.
You either believe the one you like more, or the one who brings more into your life.
So our mutual friends? They have all taken sides. And i hate that they don't even bother to HEAR both sides!
I don't care if you ask him what happened! ASK HIM!
I want him to tell you. But why can't you bloody ask me as well instead of working on the information you have
Cos there's always three sides to a story mehn
My side
His side
And the truth!
That's how it works. COs everytime a story is told, it is given a twist to suit the narrator!
How can two months ruin so much?
Friends have to take sides
People i respect won't even say hi (and i don't even want to say hi to them)
Personally, i learnt a lot more than i would have loved to!
It is like my 2007 does not matter any longer!
It does not matter that i threw a fashion show and created awareness for sickle-cell
It does not matter that i worked on AMBO and the APPRENTICE, and MTN GAMESHOW
It does not matter that i wrote and blogged and recorded, and was alive.
ALL that matters are those two months where i allowed myself to fall again!
I was done with love oh. I has wisened up and knew what to do.
But i believed him, for reasons best known to both of us, or maybe just to me. Believed him completely!
And now, it's over cos we both couldn't make it work. But it had to go and get complicated
Hey!
Now, he even gets to hit on my friends and laugh with them.
Look at me, im crying now.
Cos i spoke with his friend.
My friend.
A Mutual friend.
You know what ticks me off?
Everyone takes sides.
Even when they say they don't. Cos it's human.
You either believe the one you like more, or the one who brings more into your life.
So our mutual friends? They have all taken sides. And i hate that they don't even bother to HEAR both sides!
I don't care if you ask him what happened! ASK HIM!
I want him to tell you. But why can't you bloody ask me as well instead of working on the information you have
Cos there's always three sides to a story mehn
My side
His side
And the truth!
That's how it works. COs everytime a story is told, it is given a twist to suit the narrator!
How can two months ruin so much?
Friends have to take sides
People i respect won't even say hi (and i don't even want to say hi to them)
Personally, i learnt a lot more than i would have loved to!
It is like my 2007 does not matter any longer!
It does not matter that i threw a fashion show and created awareness for sickle-cell
It does not matter that i worked on AMBO and the APPRENTICE, and MTN GAMESHOW
It does not matter that i wrote and blogged and recorded, and was alive.
ALL that matters are those two months where i allowed myself to fall again!
I was done with love oh. I has wisened up and knew what to do.
But i believed him, for reasons best known to both of us, or maybe just to me. Believed him completely!
And now, it's over cos we both couldn't make it work. But it had to go and get complicated
Hey!
Now, he even gets to hit on my friends and laugh with them.
Monday, February 23, 2009
My boyfriend went to Spain, and all he got me was an std
Some get memorabilia
I didn't.
He travelled for a month, and brought me back a gift. I had never had one, not even as i grew up, not even in boarding house, not even during camp. Then he travels, we boink, and voila! Happy Birthday! Vals Day! Christmas! WHatever Occasion fits the bill!
Bastard
I didn't.
He travelled for a month, and brought me back a gift. I had never had one, not even as i grew up, not even in boarding house, not even during camp. Then he travels, we boink, and voila! Happy Birthday! Vals Day! Christmas! WHatever Occasion fits the bill!
Bastard
My boyfriend went to Spain, and all he got me was an std
Some get memorabilia
I didn't.
He travelled for a month, and brought me back a gift. I had never had one, not even as i grew up, not even in boarding house, not even during camp. Then he travels, we boink, and voila! Happy Birthday! Vals Day! Christmas! WHatever Occasion fits the bill!
Bastard
I didn't.
He travelled for a month, and brought me back a gift. I had never had one, not even as i grew up, not even in boarding house, not even during camp. Then he travels, we boink, and voila! Happy Birthday! Vals Day! Christmas! WHatever Occasion fits the bill!
Bastard
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I knew
It was on January 2nd that i knew.
We had hung out the night before at a club. His idea. I wanted to go to church. But he didn't do church back then. So i went to church. And throughout the sermon and through all the prayers, my thoughts went to him. I prayed fervently and desperately.
I guess i knew before then then.
We usually always know, we can feel them slip away. When four times a day turns to one, and maybe another reluctant one. When the kisses dont feel the same, and when you hug them, the distance seems worse!
I knew. But i was being stubborn.
It was partly because i was just plain tired of broken hearts and relationships. Why couldn't i be one of them? With the courtships that lead to long term relationships in form of marriages or at least, full term commitment? Why do my relationships always have to end?
It was also personal. I was being too stubborn to accept that this guy could like me for three years and then throw it away in two. It hurt my ego to no end; that i could only be liked from afar.
So instead of breaking up before i was broken up with, and instead of a confrontation, i went to church and prayed fervently.
Then i went to the club and hung out with him. And felt maybe i was wrong.
Cos under the influence, he was that boy i fell for again.
Crazy, Caring, and There! In every sense of it!
But the grouch returned in the morning.
Yes, he would claim he is naturally grouchy. But he had not been since we began dating. So i went back to feeling it. Especially as, as the alcohol wore off, so did the p.d.a's
He wouldn't even hug or wave me goodbye!
And there i was on January 2nd.
My glasses broke the night before so moving around was impossible. I sat on the couch and tried to watch television. And tried not to stare at my phone every second.
But he never called.
So i knew.
Cos, what kind of boyfriend doesn't call you on January 2nd just to say hello?
And doesn't find out how you are coping without your glasses?
And doesn't want to see you when you guys stay five minutes away, and you will be travelling tomorrow?
Just doesn't care apparently.
I called him, and we had one of our conversations.
The ones that you guys have worked on so well that you can have even if you are having sex with someone else!
Oh yes i knew.
But knowing is a bitch
We had hung out the night before at a club. His idea. I wanted to go to church. But he didn't do church back then. So i went to church. And throughout the sermon and through all the prayers, my thoughts went to him. I prayed fervently and desperately.
I guess i knew before then then.
We usually always know, we can feel them slip away. When four times a day turns to one, and maybe another reluctant one. When the kisses dont feel the same, and when you hug them, the distance seems worse!
I knew. But i was being stubborn.
It was partly because i was just plain tired of broken hearts and relationships. Why couldn't i be one of them? With the courtships that lead to long term relationships in form of marriages or at least, full term commitment? Why do my relationships always have to end?
It was also personal. I was being too stubborn to accept that this guy could like me for three years and then throw it away in two. It hurt my ego to no end; that i could only be liked from afar.
So instead of breaking up before i was broken up with, and instead of a confrontation, i went to church and prayed fervently.
Then i went to the club and hung out with him. And felt maybe i was wrong.
Cos under the influence, he was that boy i fell for again.
Crazy, Caring, and There! In every sense of it!
But the grouch returned in the morning.
Yes, he would claim he is naturally grouchy. But he had not been since we began dating. So i went back to feeling it. Especially as, as the alcohol wore off, so did the p.d.a's
He wouldn't even hug or wave me goodbye!
And there i was on January 2nd.
My glasses broke the night before so moving around was impossible. I sat on the couch and tried to watch television. And tried not to stare at my phone every second.
But he never called.
So i knew.
Cos, what kind of boyfriend doesn't call you on January 2nd just to say hello?
And doesn't find out how you are coping without your glasses?
And doesn't want to see you when you guys stay five minutes away, and you will be travelling tomorrow?
Just doesn't care apparently.
I called him, and we had one of our conversations.
The ones that you guys have worked on so well that you can have even if you are having sex with someone else!
Oh yes i knew.
But knowing is a bitch
I knew
It was on January 2nd that i knew.
We had hung out the night before at a club. His idea. I wanted to go to church. But he didn't do church back then. So i went to church. And throughout the sermon and through all the prayers, my thoughts went to him. I prayed fervently and desperately.
I guess i knew before then then.
We usually always know, we can feel them slip away. When four times a day turns to one, and maybe another reluctant one. When the kisses dont feel the same, and when you hug them, the distance seems worse!
I knew. But i was being stubborn.
It was partly because i was just plain tired of broken hearts and relationships. Why couldn't i be one of them? With the courtships that lead to long term relationships in form of marriages or at least, full term commitment? Why do my relationships always have to end?
It was also personal. I was being too stubborn to accept that this guy could like me for three years and then throw it away in two. It hurt my ego to no end; that i could only be liked from afar.
So instead of breaking up before i was broken up with, and instead of a confrontation, i went to church and prayed fervently.
Then i went to the club and hung out with him. And felt maybe i was wrong.
Cos under the influence, he was that boy i fell for again.
Crazy, Caring, and There! In every sense of it!
But the grouch returned in the morning.
Yes, he would claim he is naturally grouchy. But he had not been since we began dating. So i went back to feeling it. Especially as, as the alcohol wore off, so did the p.d.a's
He wouldn't even hug or wave me goodbye!
And there i was on January 2nd.
My glasses broke the night before so moving around was impossible. I sat on the couch and tried to watch television. And tried not to stare at my phone every second.
But he never called.
So i knew.
Cos, what kind of boyfriend doesn't call you on January 2nd just to say hello?
And doesn't find out how you are coping without your glasses?
And doesn't want to see you when you guys stay five minutes away, and you will be travelling tomorrow?
Just doesn't care apparently.
I called him, and we had one of our conversations.
The ones that you guys have worked on so well that you can have even if you are having sex with someone else!
Oh yes i knew.
But knowing is a bitch
We had hung out the night before at a club. His idea. I wanted to go to church. But he didn't do church back then. So i went to church. And throughout the sermon and through all the prayers, my thoughts went to him. I prayed fervently and desperately.
I guess i knew before then then.
We usually always know, we can feel them slip away. When four times a day turns to one, and maybe another reluctant one. When the kisses dont feel the same, and when you hug them, the distance seems worse!
I knew. But i was being stubborn.
It was partly because i was just plain tired of broken hearts and relationships. Why couldn't i be one of them? With the courtships that lead to long term relationships in form of marriages or at least, full term commitment? Why do my relationships always have to end?
It was also personal. I was being too stubborn to accept that this guy could like me for three years and then throw it away in two. It hurt my ego to no end; that i could only be liked from afar.
So instead of breaking up before i was broken up with, and instead of a confrontation, i went to church and prayed fervently.
Then i went to the club and hung out with him. And felt maybe i was wrong.
Cos under the influence, he was that boy i fell for again.
Crazy, Caring, and There! In every sense of it!
But the grouch returned in the morning.
Yes, he would claim he is naturally grouchy. But he had not been since we began dating. So i went back to feeling it. Especially as, as the alcohol wore off, so did the p.d.a's
He wouldn't even hug or wave me goodbye!
And there i was on January 2nd.
My glasses broke the night before so moving around was impossible. I sat on the couch and tried to watch television. And tried not to stare at my phone every second.
But he never called.
So i knew.
Cos, what kind of boyfriend doesn't call you on January 2nd just to say hello?
And doesn't find out how you are coping without your glasses?
And doesn't want to see you when you guys stay five minutes away, and you will be travelling tomorrow?
Just doesn't care apparently.
I called him, and we had one of our conversations.
The ones that you guys have worked on so well that you can have even if you are having sex with someone else!
Oh yes i knew.
But knowing is a bitch
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