To Beat or not to Beat

More often than not, in traditional African societies, beating, flogging or call it whatever u may is looked upon as a means of correction. Many of us would attest to the fact that in secondary and even primary school, we were recipients of our teachers and parents benevolence through the almighty cane. I can remember some nicknames those canes had, ‘koboko’, ‘green boy’ (that one was extremely painful) and many others……does this actually work? I think not...cos in the end most students get used to it and learn how to ‘chest’ cane by devicing means such as wearing double shorts and the like….in the end, ‘spare the rod and spoil the child comes to mind and seems to make more meaning…but I believe like everything else, things should be done in moderation……


Ok, how about beating in relationships, that one I can’t condone o… any sign of violence… I advice u to flee……physical beating doesn’t just end on the outside… it ends up inflicting emotional scars on the beatee (recipient). U hear some men say that beating is the only way to force a woman into submission or to prevent her from being wayward or make her know u are in charge….whatever….
The truth is, she that will be stubborn will be n she that will be wayward will be. One thing we must all remember is that we have no power over anyone else and try as hard as u can, u just cannot change a person……if u seem to have no meeting point with ur partner, let him/her go…
Rule no 1 in every relationship should be….make the person ur friend and u’ll never go wrong.

Violence never solves anything as violence in any form breeds timidity and lack of self confidence in the receiving partner. It creates a master servant kinda relationship where one party tries to please the other to no avail……..i think that once a partner dares to raise a finger at you, he/she has no respect for you. What is it that cannot be said, why fight??? But u know the most painful part of it all, most people that are beaten regularly come up with flimsy excuses for their partner ‘o he has a temper’, ‘I started it’, ‘he doesnt like it when i……’, ‘I annoyed him’…hear them all. Excuses are just not the answer….hmm…… I think its best if we all let our mouths be our means of communication and expression rather than using our hands or objects to display our displeasure………

so much for mediation!

its like im going on a blogging rampage....but since im inspired today, i might as well blog on..........
as much as i promised myself that i wouldnt blog about city law firm.... well i just found out i have to....cos dats wat my life revolves around these days anyways....so here goes.....

why cant this office ever be dry?? well to add some spice to our office....law skool decided to send us about 10 students for chamber attachment...
hmmm.......outright disappointment! u need to see the chicks........them no try!haba!
ok, the first day they come, they r talkin to head of chambers(hoc) and one says: "Good-moh-nin sah...we were sent here by the law school for hour chambas hattachment". inwardly, im like wat da hell.....
anyway they report in their number n have daily showdowns with hoc...u know old men wahala now? why did u sign 9.00am when u came at 9.05am...bla bla bla...


trust me (busy body like me)... i am always intrigued by people n so i decided to be friendly to one or two...of course the dull brains think or thought im a lawyer(whateva), they didnt even realise they were my seniors...i mean.....



so yesterday began on a veryyy funy note.....i was to be in court with lawyer I who as u know has a multitude of woman problems(asheeeeewo.......). well he was actually scheduled to b in court n then attend a mediation session n me i had neva attended n i just had to be there.....

anyways our agreement was that we'd leave for 6.15am to beat traffic...

now here was i waiting for this crazy man to show up(well beggars arent choosers, aint it?, not his fault now...), he shows up at about 6.40am with one big lady in front and im wonderin...could dis b dat his suga mummy????hmmmm....me i just shut up n enter the back jejely.
i ask him if we r still goin to court for 9 as the meeting was for 11 n he says lawyer k was goin to court instead....im wondering...when will dis woman drop now???see my life....we pass the office in lekki n go all da way to vi extension to drop the lady at her office (some bank)....hmmm...this is someone he claimed everything was ova with (if i was stupid enuff to believe him....hmm!)........
when she disembarks, im like wow! shes really a big gal n he claims that she jus begged him to drop her (this man can lie! kai!)........



we go back to the office n when its time to leave for the meeting (as if something warned me), i call one of this our law skool gals to follow us.... hmm...see strategizing...

the meeting takes off on a good note n halfway runs into some terrible deadlock n we have to adjourn....meanwhile in the car, lawyer I has been talking big to this rookie gal about how hes jetting out for four days to Barcelona, Ibiza etc etc etc ..... d gal, lets call her rookie is looking mesmerized... apparently, shes a jjc in lagos...came from one of these state unis in the south south n is now trying to form tush(razz gal like dat!) so shes bloody impressed n even yabs me small dat i should have agreed for him (i'm like see dis one oh).....anyways lawyer I has about 100k in his car n is trying to shine with d money (which i coul bet my life wasnt his)....he sayshe wants to buy food for us n takes us to ghana high(supergirl n ozaveshe.....hmmm)....then in his usual waka waka style, he says he has to touch one or two places.....



we stop at a bank in ikoyi n he gets down, myself n rookie decide to wait for him in d car... i notice a car sharply reversing into the bank....two big ladies behind....hmmm....guess who?lawyer i's banker gal(suga mumi) n her friend.....alleluyah!!!!!im not the only one in the car, if not sugar mums n her friend would hv thot i was their new rival.....they dont come out of the car n suga mum smiles n asks me if lawyer i was in the bank, i say yes n remove my face....so u can imagine lawyer i's greatest shock whe he comes out of the bank n sees suga mumi n her friend...he looks ruffled, is forced to enter their car n chat, comes out boning n collects like 20k outta dat money n gives dem n they leave n lawyer I claims d money was for lunch...see serial liars...



in between waiting for lawyer I, rookie was with me....typical runs gal....phone was beeping 24/7, one man after anoda.....wat kind of wacky people did i go out with sef? den i recall dat i've been seeing a series of jeeps(mercedes, hummer......) coming to wait for her.... but the funny thing is dat it was the same yellow man that kept coming in dis difft cars... he comes at 9am, 2-3pm, 5pm(no job)...but apparently affluent...so my conclusions were he was either into serious 419, drugs or rituals n of course he looks VERY married. as i like gist, i asked her if the dude was her boyfriend and she says yes but shes tired of him...see scopes o! the guy calls and is giving her hell about being at our office n she not being there...here's the conversation btwn rookie n her bobo, mr prince



rookie:Babeeee, why are u talkin like dis?

prince:.......................

roookie: but babee u know im not in the chambas now, eh, baby stop embarazzing mee

prince:.............

rookie: baby, dont pik quarrel with me, because i know your trick, iz my betday on monday n u must give me present

at this point im crackin up n im like God when r we gettin back??

rookie: ok babee, do u bring the humma jeep? babee wait now.....



useless gist, im gettin irritated at the level of this girls IQ n thot processing and im like lawyer I where the hell r u?..... anyways lawyer I finally turns up n we head for the office.

by this time, its 4pm n im like bloody hell, we left the bloody meeting at 12.50pm......

wow!so much for a mediation session!

our greatest fears

ok folks.......im sure no one bothers to check this post cos of my epileptic writing....what do i blame it on this time....em...i have run out of excuses....but the important thing is...i'm back n thats that....
i was just thinking about this sometime ago n it just became clear to me that no matter how hard we try to hide it, we all have secret fears. to others they might be insignificant but to you, well its a great bother.........let me share some.

i often fear that......

1. i may not live long ( o God, i dont want to die in my prime)
2. i may be in the wrong profession(well....)
3. i may end up with the wrong man (God Forbid!)
4. i may be setting too high standards when it comes to certain things (well, that may be good in its own way)
5. i may not be what people think i am (weird, abi?)
6. i may be placing emphasis on the wrong things ( a lot of times)
7. i may let a diamond slip out of my hands cos i am being choosy ( where the diamonds @?)
8. i may not be as close to God as i should (....well....judgement day might be tough for me!)
9. i may lose my parents soon ( God not yet!)
10. i may find myself in situations where i am totally helpless (i hate being at people's mercy)

i could go on...but let me stop here....why dont u tell me some of urs??

Hustle and Bustle-more office blues!

i'd like to divert my thots to lighter topics, i find it hard to do all dis emotional things, so i'm back to where i started from-my office.

funny, its been two months already. wow!time does fly indeed!!!! ok.....wats the point in being an intern if u dont do some outta-office runs as per goin to court n all dat .
infact im jus back from da state high court n as usual....court didnt sit.....ooooooo!dis people r makin me dislike litigation particularly d way its done here in nija what with all the adjournments......

anyhow, the good thing about these trips is dat u get to know d lawyer better. better in d sense dat u guys r at closer quarters, sitting in d same car n in d same traffic n then i go, wat do u think about bla bla.....n then u hear all sorts....right now, i'd like to think of myself as a custodian of the office peeps best kept secrets....

men i've been hearing all : from lawyer M loves to beat his wife( yet he's a cathechist) and worst still he was trying to get Lawyer D to screw him with a promise of a trip to S.A(no naira in his pocket o!), and then worst still lawyer M is meant to be the deputy head of chambers, apparently, hes got nothing in his tiny brain.....i've been hearing about all his court blunders n it would intrigue those of u who know wat im talkin about to know that lawyer M could not even move a motion in court....sad!

now to lawyer T(Mr.Pedigree, his daddy was a one time judge who was trained in all da ivy league skools in jand so we wont drink water for him n he himself was in jand for 5 years....get da drift) anyways Lawyer T'Ss car is a write-off as we speak. he apparently was comin home from a friday nite out with da boys n then accordin to him, his brakes failed.yeah rite! i heard another version from lawyer Z, he was tryin to avoid an old lady n in so doin, his car lost control....u see wat drink does.....halucination in the first order! which kain old woman???? excessive alcohol.........anyways...thank the good lord, he got out unscathed.....meanwhile the car is doin time with LASTMA and lawyer T is attending to some family summons in the east....the demurrage that car would have accumulated.....but as he says, his big boy car is comin from america by the end of the mth.... anyhowys we go wash am!!!! reckless living, aint it?

to our liar liar uncle and lawyer, lawyer I who is 40 goin on 25, get my drift?????lawyer I is on leave, but still shows up from time to time. guess his trying to wrap up some deals....hustler like him....anyways, on d day he shows up, im da only one in d office, cos dis is leave period n d rest r in court. he says i should follow him to place Exotica for lunch n well i didn't hv a choice(u know me now!).we get to place exotica n d owner's dere n they begin a yeye chit-chat.mr owner is giving me d eye n im sure in his rotten mind he's thinkin,'kai, lawyer I don hammer' 'who's dis smallie?"(dis is how dey talk mind u), then they begin a yeye conversation about why women cheat n throw the question to my humble self.... see all dis old men o... so i tell them that myriad of factors could b responsible: lack of affection, power or position seeking, outright promiscuity....bla bla bla.... in my brain im thinkin 'where's the freakin food"???? then Mr owner asks Lawyer I where he'd be spending his vacation (from all indications, Lawyer I is amongst otha things, PartnerB's pimp n he lives off women...so where in d world would he get money for vacation travel now?).Lawyer I replies dat he's goin to jand of course n then would probably end up at his fave travel destination, Kuala Lumpur(who dash?)i almost choked....kuala what? maybe he jus read about it sha....luckily food came n that was then end of a session of useless talk....


then my newest pally, Lawyer Z,he's one of d office's youngest n hes married! suprised(well he had to cos chick got pregnant, ha daddy is a bidg rtd general, his daddy is a bank chairman, so.......well he jus had to marry, he couldnt 'open eye' and deny).they married 4mths ago n chick has traveled to give birth already.yeah...lawyer Z is a nice dude, but seems very standoffish n unapproachable on sight....anyways Lawyer Z was trying his best to invite me out. there r regular friday trips which Partner B organizes. his entourage usually consists of his fateful servant, lawyer I and the newest additions Lawyers T & Z. Partner B cant go out wiv anyhow peeps now...anyways lawyer Z was tryin to convince me to pieces on the need for comin out on friday n i was like, for wat now???me i cant do those things their girls do now, so they should rest cos im most def not cut out for hobnobing with yeye older married guys who think they can hv fun with gals 10-15 yrs younger cos of the naira in their pockets....

ok....i think ill sign off now..............hope the office still remains intrestin(u bet it would!)

Hustle and Bustle-more office blues

Random thoughts

Why?

Its hard to describe the state a girl is in
happy outside, confused inside.
Where does this confusion stem from??
How would she know?
As with all girls, a man just has to be the cause
Ok, not a man, a guy(what difference?)
Life's so funny
U want something this minute, the next you dont....
What does a girl do when her emotions are going hay wire?
She's all for him and he's like no i have to tidy up my skeletons
now the skeletons are all cleared up (so he says), Lets work things out:
girl's feelings have begun to take a downward turn.....hmm....
Was the 1yr+ wait worth it?
Everything is in place, but something is still missing...a vital thing
If only i knew what it was,
then i'd be able to take a BOLD step!

Time Lag

Hey all!!!!!!!! cant believe i havent blogged in over a month.......blame it on all sorts.....basically a series of unfolding events which would obviously b the object of discourse in my subsequent posts.........read on!

WHEN MR RIGHT IS SOOOOOO WRONG

Don’t we all hate to hear the words “I told you so!” when it comes to our choice of partners. It’s like having your worst fears about “Mr. Perfect” confirmed: He isn’t who you thought or more aptly believed he was. It’s almost certain that most of us would have been in relationships we thought were leading us to cloud nine, only to be jolted back to reality and discover otherwise. I’d share experiences of my dear friends.
Lets start with Adun. She once had a friend, (very close if I may add) who dazzled not only her but everyone around with good looks, charm and all that. Thought he was the most wonderful guy to be with. How wrong she was! Thinking back, If she’d cared to look, she would have noticed some ugly traits in him: a burning desire to get rich/famous (what I will call a real social climber) fast tendencies (almways had some funny business deals) and was mean-spirited underneath the lovely exterior. To cut a very long story short, it turns out as my friend Kay says; he had to take a “voluntary departure” (akin to deportation) from the USA for involvement in shady deals.
My other friend Lolia if she cared to admit would have known from day one that he was sooo wrong. He was fine, a good dresser, had good cars(you get the picture!) She mistook his possessive tendencies for niceness (mind you, he’ll come pick her up punctually at the end of lectures, seems he knew her time table much better than she did!) Unknown to my darling, this was the beginning of a nightmare. In addition to being over-possessive, he had extremely violent tendencies; he would not hesitate to embarrass/disgrace her in public and began stalking her (he chased her round the streets of Port-Harcourt in a cab at 12 midnight) all because he thought she would be in the company of other dudes. Thankfully, she’s out of the terrible mess.
My third friend Timi actually walked into the situation with eyes wide open. From the moment she met him, he made it plain to her that he was a real conman (would do anything from drug peddling to 419,anything for money). Hear her: ‘At first, it was all about the money, but now I really love him’. Did I hear you ask love? How is her love reciprocated? She’s now his most esteemed cook, faithful driver and ever dutiful house help in addition to her other ‘wifely’ duties. All this for his attention,
despite the multitude of chics flocking around him. After all, they are “just his friends” and in her mind, he belongs to her!
Now my last friend Belema. Well she’s much older and her case is more pathetic because she’s married. She works so hard to look after her darling husband (who’s unemployed by choice) and his siblings (who do nothing but demand!) How does he pay her back? Encourages her to borrow money on his behalf, can be seen around town (particularly after his pay day) enjoying himself with ladies of questionable virtue and constantly makes her put his needs before hers! Yet she’s fully hanging on, 5 years down the line!
What do you think could be responsible for this? Blindness or more like self-deception? The only advice I can give is that if you ever notice something funny about your guy or your gut feeling tells you he’s wrong (even if you’d like to pretend), act fast and get out before your Mr. Perfect into Mr. Wolf before your very eyes.

p.S- I had written this piece for publication in some mag..... what do u guys think about the stories????????????? all names are fictitious but the stories r sooooooooo real......

Office Blues- Au Revoir Fineboy

and i now begin on a sad note........fineboy left yesterday after four months of meritorious servitude in the accounts department ..he's goin for his masters degree in the uk....the funny thing is we've only known ourselves for about a mth....but it felt longer...........

the office administrator comes to announce that there'd be a send-off thingy for fine boy.... we should all endeavour to b present(b4 nko? with all the free chops? who'd miss)..................then at about 3 in d afternoon we are all summoned to the confrence room....i get there wen almost every one's there n i notice a 'high table' has been created for fineboy with a vacant seat which i assume is for oga big boy( apparently oga does not fraternise with mere workers......hmm), but he has left d office....i want to quietly take my seat, then they all say "ah ah michelle ur the person to sit there(arent u fineboy's best friend?)i sit down and all sorts of insinuations start flying about "what city law firm has joined together let no man put asunder"........ then d citations begin........everyone seems to have nothin but praises for him.....i jus laugh inside and say if onlythey knew fineboy...........mr t(accountant) now launches into wat i'd call a total 'opilogue'(off point) citation about workin wit fine boy(in the process he starts yarnin about himself amidst all d shells)....wow... patience is indeed a virtue......
after all dis we get down to the most important item....'menu,menu,menu'.................then fineboy's presented with a parting gift(an additional month's salary....hmmmm....)....he thanks them all n d picture taking sessions begin......hope d yeye photographer's pics turn out well...............no more fineboy in the office(sob!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

These my Friends(1)

Sometimes i really wonder about the girls i call my friends.....i'll jus start with one today.....her name's miss contradiction.lets start from how we met.....it was in skool.....then one day im goin home n she's stranded n some random guy says 'u guys live in so and so estate' and i go 'really' ..we go home together and we talk a bit........somehow we find out we know people in common from our secondary school days and then we talk a bit more n start hanging out......

then i meet her mum........the most uninformed and unexposed religious fanatic u'd ever come across(her gist is so plenty....stuff for anotha post)........
The thing is 'mumsi' as we call her is unemployed by choice and so has her hands full with all these church activities. she can be aptly described as the discoverer of churches unknown....anyhow mumsi would take off on tuesdays or wednesdays n won't come back till saturday.....unknown to her she's jus created an avenue for random fucking n general 'sodomy'.

Now contradiction had this bobo who was working in some fly telecoms company.the exit of mumsi always heralded the entrance of telecoms bobo.......then contradiction's bro who's known as complacent would come from his uni(one of this crazy christian private unis) with all his randy friends and b4 i 4get all contradictions aristo friends would turn d place into a pick up point for all their married and old clients to come n do d negotiations b4 goin for the nights appointment........such was 30a.

in addition to all these characters, there was 'jesus baby' as mumsi would call her.jb's the little sister who's like 19 years younger than contradiction(do u sense some foul play here?)....so when mumsi goes on her pilgrimages and religious expeditions, she'd take jb n as expected school people started complaining.....so believe it or not 5 yr old jb would also b in 30a when all dis sodomy was goin on(nice environment 4 a child.......)

let me ask.....wats so wrong with sleeping with ur boyfriend??? anyway contradiction woould deny to the highest heavens that she'd never been intimate wiv bobo......i'd b like 'if he isnt gettin some, why does he come back all d time?' she'd deny vehemently n say they jus gist and i'm like all thru d nite? its like she thinks people's brains went on leave or sth.........

ok......what got me thinking about this my friend n her kurukere moves was when she said she had left uni sumwhere in the northern part of nija b'cos her mum (mumsi no go uni o!) said Botany wasnt a course....see wahala.....she was to spend anoda 5 yrs @ home doin nothin till bobo made her apply to our school....now anotha interesting twist....she comes one day n informs us dat she had an appendicitis operation d same day mumsi gave birth to jb.interesting hun? then to add flavor to the story it turns out that as she was leavin the hospital on d same day mumsi n her supposed baby, the nurses mistook jb for her child.....funny......it set me thinking....she left uni that same year.... sure ur begining get a clearer picture..........i decided to sit back n look......

now i noticed that mumsi never really took care of jb. contradiction was the general househelp more or less. she'd drive, cook, market, attend pta.......evrything n mumsi would neva lift a finger...it was as tho contradiction was atoning for some sin and this was mumsi's way of punishing her for some terrible sin ......see christians o......anyways i relayed my suspicions to another friend, dude n he assured me i was stretching my imagination a bit too far............

call me a witch....but abeg secrets were beginning to unfold slowly....one evening dude comes ova to my house n says 'michelle its true' i'm like 'wat's true?'he says 'jb is contradiction's baby'. i ask dude how he knows n o boy i say its a very small world. ok dude n contradiction grew up in d same neighborhood(but they neva knew each otha)..now dude's sistas friend comes to spend d wk..they get talking n complacent's name is mentioned, she apparently knows complacent......so dude says 'there's a nice family in dis estate...contradiction, complacent and jb'.dude's friend goes.....'who's jb?' dude answers with all conviction that jbs their little sis and she says no theres no lil sis.......then she remembers........she says so contradiction had the baby afterall.......she affirms that contradiction came back home from uni pregnant n mumsi to hide the shame of 'whoredom' as she calls it locks her up in d house for the period of the pregnancy(so much for mumsi's sanctimonious attitude).............

why do people lie..........................dont u think it would hv been much easier if mumsi allowed her to have the baby and continue her life normally....now the whole family is living a big lie n its obvious mumsi can't even live out the lie well enuff...as for contradiction, she's never been able to get her life back on track(i'll save more of her gist for later).........................a very sad situation indeed!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s- the funny thing is dat she doesnt even hv a slight clue dat i know........so much 4 being smart!

Surmounting Difficulties

I hate being philosophical but sometimes i like to think long and deep.........i just hate it when things dont go according to plan or worst still when my best laid plans come crashing down like a pack of cards at my feet.....so much for good planning.......well like one of my favorite sayings goes....the test of a real man is not in how many times he falls, but how many times he's able to rise up...

Sometimes i have this innate fear that i am being over ambitious...but like they say Rome wasnt built in a day...so i guess whats worth having is worth working hard for.......ok why am i writing all this, someone would say its because i hear results r out...but hey considering d demands of external study n the consistent effort i had to put in for three freaking years....i hope it finally paid off.... so here's the deal..when i go check those results i hope they r up to standard cos i really worked and read so hard.......on d otha hand if things dont go so well then id jus have to do a resit exam(God forbid....)....lets see how it goes............my fingers r tightly crossed people.....

office blues

Life has been moving at snail speed recently, but I feel it in my spirit dat things r goin to change. This morning started on a pretty terrible note cos I woke up to find out I had d curse.i’m feeling better now anyways. The office today was pretty boring. Let me describe my office. Its wat we’d call a city law firm in the heart of lekki.job description? Well lets say I’m there for everyone to use me….weird? not really.i’m interning while waiting for my law exam results and ultimately law school. So in sum, im jus killing time(while trying to learn of course). Work can be pretty groovy. We have one partner who city people would term the quintessential big boy.i’ll save his gist for later…….then there’s mr a.God just has a way of working sometimes. Met mr a b4 I got the job n of cos he was head ova heels in love oops lust(im a man magnet as noni says), so I used him to get all d insider info n familiarize myself with the workings of the place. Guess what, he’s jus been transferred to FCT office……yeah so call me a schemer or whateva, but he’s left d office for good…. Nobody to start trying to claim they knew me first blabla....life goes on.then there's miss o.....they say she's pretty...do i think so? welll she could be better considering the fact that she really gives us some old skool dressing like dis.....then mrs.c is pregnant n not too friendly....miss y is trendy and almost albino-coloured...but men im beginning to suspect d babe bleaches(even if its an expensive toner, bleach na bleach.period).....miss dee is trendy too but a bit of notice me.......mrs w....is kinda odd cos she hasnt quite got the sophistication of d regular office gal...but the funny thing is she doesnt even seem to know, so hey.. but shes really nice to talk to though she has weird ideas and views sometimes......then there's mr.k.....ibo togolese nigga.his english sounds french...he was born,bread and buttered in togo......rather officious.....mr.m..hmm, dis one get wahala....ok i noticed him perpetually staring at me for the 1st 3 days like i was one mamiwater.anyhow he walks up to me, introduces himself and asks me out for lunch. i wan refuse b4?ok so we go to some hidden exotic zones....only big boys go dere....... food is freakin expensive, do i care? of course not.........anyways he talks sooooo big and blows his trumpet so loud n i wonder if ur so big...why r u still working under somebody.........u know how this goes....i'll continue his story soon....there's mr t. son of a rtd justice,fun loving type of dude.....how much law he knows? i dunno o....anyways he's always filling my ears with tales of girl wahala n im sorry for him cos he's still a jjc where d typical nija gal is concerned.....then there's my fave .....fineboy.he's in accounts...he's interning as well n d sad thing is he's goin back abroad nxt month.....our wahala started wen he sent me a txt saying 'do i stand a chance?' n im thinking..hey mr. why spoil dis friendship......on d ottha hand he mite jus be lookin for a fling..office romance, but trust me i've managed to maintain status quo n keep us as just friends.......then there's the irritating accountant........typical yoruba man.......also tries his luck wiv me.....i say see dis yeye man... even if i was drunk...abeg o...............yea then there's my humble self..............well dats all for now folks!!!!!!!!!!!

Random writing

I never really believed in procrastinating……but dats wat I’ve been doing lately. Let’s start with this blog.i created it like over a mth ago and im just putting up my 1st post today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!God help me….. and by the way I daresay im welcoming myself to blogville…..let’s hope it goes well…….