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Sunday, 25 December 2011

Good tidings..

Merry Christmas people!
May this season bring you all joy that knows no bounds...,
peace that passes all understanding...,
joy that flows like a river...,
happiness that shines forth like beautiful sunshine...,
fruitfulness that comes with the breath of spring...,
satisfaction like a peacefully asleep infant...,
a merry spirit to keep you smiling this beautiful season..
....and may you know Christ more and more!!

read: mathew 1 vs 18-25..


Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Packing and Pondering....

My awesome and faithful readers, before you start reading the body of this post I urge you to please ponder the stories sincerely and leave your comments without bias...

I was busy packing my bags for a quick trip to Naija yesterday when I decided to breeze through my facebook(something I do once a week or two), then I stumbled upon a video and a story on some of my friends walls..

The first story is a video by a British-Nigerian journalist who came to nigeria to interview our mega millionaire pastors...I met a lot of surprises and I beg you all to please patiently watch and then share your thoughts about this question " Should we still go about looking for churches to worship or simply make our hearts our place of worship?"
Here's the link pls I beg you watch...

The second is a story I have tagged "dead woman walking" unbelievable as the story might seem it is sincerely true. Some of you might have heard of the story but please still share your thoughts.

A 42 year old woman who has been married to her recently deceased husband got a shocker of her life at her husband's burial.
All through the marriage they tried to conceive but to no avail, so the husband being a "very" loving man stood by his wife solidly..
The woman is from a very rich background but the husband is just a civil servant.
In the course of the union, the woman acquired lots of properties in lands and buildings which her husband encouraged her to put the name of their unborn child on the documents of all the properties.
To the main part, on the day of the husband's burial, another woman claiming to be the man's wife showed up with 2 kids,the first being about 7years old..that's the bad part...
The worst part was her discovery that the 7year old child bears the exact supposed name of the unborn child!!!The name her husband chose for her unborn child..
Now, the husband's family are planning to give all the properties to the 7 year old...

Please don't be too shocked to leave your comments..

P.s I will bring goodies from naija for you all...
going home

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Live Fish or Dead???

Funny..,I woke up this morning and the first thing that came to my mind was my blog..and then I did a mental recap of my week and I started laughing to myself....*still laughing now sef..

As of this morning I made two perfect decisions

1. I will never ever think of specializing in Oncology
2. I will never buy fish from anyplace they have a fish tank except they give me a valid death certificate for the fish (yes!! na me talk am..)

My reasons;
For the Oncology people that course is too sad...ahhh (kilode!!!), that is my current rotation and people I haven't had fun for a teeny weeny second!
It mostly has to do with telling someone "you are dying soon" or "your tumor is gone for now but may be back anytime from now" ...
or if the person is lucky "your tumor is gone and may never come back" or "your tumor is benign and not malignant"

..and I said to myself capital NO ,I don't want to live my life delivering bad news approximately 50% of the time( thanks Oncology..I'm staying married to my choice surgery!!)

For the fish people I felt like eating fish so bad, I walked into a store that I could see clearly with my two two naked eyes that they had live fish tanks
(like my yoruba people oju mi korokoro) and I bought fish that my tired mind assumed were dead...!! yes ke!! dead..(who the heck walks into a store with a fish tank and assumes the fish is dead? well FYI ..I did!!)

Ok..lemmie go on..
I bounced home happily already imagining the tasty soup I was going to make with my fish.
So immediately i got home I dropped my bag at the door (as usual) and went straight to the kitchen picked out a large plastic bowl and ran water into it (yea I ran water into it...I should have just put the fish in the bowl without water first but no I ran water into the bowl..Swweet Jesus!!) and I turned the fish from the bag into the bowl of water...! Oh no It was chaos!!words can't describe just use your imagination, see fish jumping like dolphins from the bowl it was like I was in a horror movie...(lmao!) I ran from the kitchen called a friend who then called her boyfriend....who eventually took about 20mins to murder the was plain nasty!! blood splatter on my perfect kitchen wall..all the while the killing was going on I was stationed at the door of my apartment...and I was thinking to myself "how the heck did I think I was buying dead fish from a store with a fish tank?"

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Versatile bloggers!!!

Okay...I haven't been feeling much love towards my blog these days....maybe mostly cos I'm tired after my usually busy day..(sometimes even busy nights!!!...not what you are thinking ooo) or I simply lost the initial gingah....anyways my blog has been suffering...

...but today I feel refreshed cos it's like...thank God someone has my blog in mind..I got tagged by coy introvert as a newly discovered blog as a versatile blogger..hooray!!! ( visit her blog via the link..its awesome there..)

Now to the responsibilities that comes with this award..;

1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post..
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Pass this award along to 15 recently discovered blogs and let them know about it.

Coy Introvert ...I salute...thanks for remembering me..much

Arrrghhh...7 things..

1. I love shoes...yep i do...I'll do anything for a gorgeous pair even if i won't wear it more than father even calls me octopus cos he says i buy shoes like i have more than two feet...(what a wise man!!..xx)

2. I love order...yes everything has to be "spic and span"....if you scatter something around't try

3. I hate cockroaches...I almost jumped off a two storey cos one was after me...#fact...(my father had the whole house fumigated after that...and has become a tradition since to fumigate)

4. I love music...not the "pakurumo pakurumo" type sha ooo...when i say music ..i mean music something from Mozart, Handel, Beethoven, you know the likes of them(not like i don't listen to party jamz ooo..ehn ehn..before you tag me a dulling..)

5. I play the guitar intermediate and the keyboard beginner......i also read sheet music intermediate..

6. I never leave home without a pen or pencil and a jotter in my bag on a work day...if i do, something just feels awfully wrong!

7. I have NEVER used a phone more than a year...or lets say 10 months..if i try to its as if the phone itself gets a hint and begins to malfunction...i still don't understand why...

pheeew!!! 7 and done..

Passing on in no particular order:

s and s
madame sting
seriously doughnuts
septavalent stone
sweetly broken
seshe james

yea DONE!!!..>
p.s before any old blogger i tagged decides to have my head for tagging them in newly discovered blog..let me explain myself..i tagged you cos ur blog is new to me not because you are new to blogsville...

Thank for reading people....xxxx

Monday, 19 September 2011

My legs are stronger...

So..,after my painfully short 6weeks of summer vacation the hustle began again 1st September..

My first rotation was Infectious disease and it lasted 15days..and I never really bonded with the Doctor in charge maybe cos she complained about my patient case history or simply cos even if you deliver to her 100% it never seems to be enough, she seems to always need an extra 5-10% to be impressed of my colleagues calls her "the devil's niece" that the devil himself does not like..(not that i totally agree but hey..her over sabi na die..)but thank heavens its over for now and i don't miss her at all and i solemnly pray I get a nicer and more understanding doctor when my rotation takes me to that department again(help me say Amen abeg!!!)

My present rotation is Surgery and yea I am beginning to question my choice of becoming a surgeon..cos my God i feel exhausted,,,i woke up 6am, left home 7.30 and got back in 6pm..(now that's harsh)...
I spent 5hours on my feet standing over a motionless body on the operating table in the theater praying silently in my mind that this old sixty something year old woman makes it off the table..she had gastrointestinal cancer and a procedure called Whipple's had to be done..

....but thank God she made it off the table....and yes I made it home(thats why i'm blogging ..*smile*) and I did not pass out this time even though it was the same professor of that very sugery..I guess my legs are getting

Cheers people...mmmwah!!

Thursday, 1 September 2011

The journey was hectic..

The fastest summer break of my life just flew by rapidly..8weeks in naija just ended..instant rapido..
but hey what do I do..i've got to sit tight and be ready for the next 9 months before its summer again..

and i'll keep you posted on the happenings..

Thanks for staying on and keep coming back oo...ehn ehn..*kisses*


For those who waited for the video to my previous blog..i'm sorry i did not upload..naija internet speed was a bore...will upload soonest..

mmmmwah!!!find here my previous blog..

Thursday, 28 July 2011

My eyes have seen...

Ah my Nigerians have got skills...ah! I'm impressed and laughing at the whole idea....

The Idea:

My nieces put up this nusery rhymes DVD and my attention was caught when I realised it was made by a 6year old nigerian child..I felt impressed and was like wow..finally nigerians are waking up..(why should we keep buying rhymes DVD made by "oyinbo" (foreign) kids...
so I decided to sit tight and watch so I could give a rating..

My people what my eyes fingers cannot type everything..My God!!I saw kids dancing alanta and yahooze to "twinkle twinkle little star"....( I am not lying believe me)
The most painful one..when they were singing "3 blind mice" they had three healthy children running and some jobless adults sweeping and some holding dust pans and sweeping brushes like LASTMA(those that clean the roads)....It was an eyesore..but I had fun watching and laughing all the way....

They were even dancing cultural dance to the rhymes..I rest my case..
The comedy was 10 on 10 people...a must watch for a really good laugh..

Cheers people..

Monday, 25 July 2011

Naija skillz and things

First and foremost I have got to say "I LOVE NIGERIA" no one should bother being surprised cos i really do love my country..forget the dirty roads and poverty...

I have been in Naija for only a few days now and trust me I have had to become instant "Aje Pako"(street thorough bred) more than twice...(not that i am "butty" or anything oo)

I wanted to stop a cab..and maybe they thought i was dressed good my price had to be hiked...I kept hearing 5k...for what..a journey of less than 20mins...mscheeew!!  na so I just change my voice to the local one and magically I paid 1k...(somebody tell me i got skillz please)
Nepa (or the so called PHCN) have been quite nice though...but once the light goes off the heartache starts..the noise from hundreds of generators won't give you peace..

My grandmom hasn't been to easy either..
She feeds me 3breakfasts....,2 lunches and minimum of 4dinners...(right now I am screaming help!!! I need a live-in fitness instructor)

My nieces haven't been easy either...I have been screaming and yelling all day (one is 5 and the other is four)...those girls are terrorists..(but not osama trained oo)..

..ok..time for dinner no 2...gotta go before my grandma yells again..
PS..she has been enjoying facebooking ,tweeting and going around blogsville with me..who know maybe she'll start her own blog...promise me you'll follow

cheers people..

Monday, 18 July 2011

Surgery rotation....contd

Sorry about the but it's another ***LONG POST ALERT****

Ehn ehn where was I? *scratching head*....oh ok I remember..

P.s for those who did not catch the beginning of the story,,you can find it here.

After all my spiritual and educational rush-rush prepping myself (..i no go wan mess up if prof decides to ask questions na)....myself and Pato zoomed to the operation room..

Before I go further let me mention that at that time i was working out with Tony Horton's P90 series 6days a week and i was about 50 days into it...and my God my metabolism was through the roof as in I got hungry virtually every 3hours .......for those who know the routine that thing is monstrous.

So before scrubbing in I made sure I finished up a whole Bounty Trio and some apple and grape juice to keep me from getting hungry 3hours into the surgery..
I felt prepared...

Straight into the scrub room..,we scrubbed in..and so it all began..
The procedure is a Left hemicolectomy because the patient had Colorectal cancer..
On a pretty day the procedure shouldn't take more than 3-4hours if everything was going as planned..

But hey, after the patient was opened up, a manual exploration was done and behold liver metastasis!!!!
Oh Oh the duration of the surgery already gets an auto extension..5-6hours..because the metastasis also had to be cut out...

On and On we were there cutting,stitching, retracting,washing e.t.c...practically re-modelling the patient's normal anatomy...

About 2hours 30 minutes into the procedure...I started feeling hunger pangs (yeeepa!!...ok ok no cause for serious alarm yet)..somewhere in the corner of my mind I was hoping myself and Pato became mega geniuses on the spot so the surgery would end faster (because in the real sense we are babies..therefore we were slowing the prof down)

3hours into the procedure..I was already loosing focus..(and I was thinking after all my so I go ask for permission say I don taya???...keep trying barbie..keep trying..I kept on ranting to myself)

4 hours..I was already sluggish...(God if I was oyinbo they would have noticed I was pale already and told me to leave the table..but as I black reach..dem no notice at all)...
I kept looking at the clock...and at approximately 4hours 30 minutes...I felt the cold rush (the first stage of syncope(fainting) )....and then I nudged Pato (he was standing to my left) ..

Pato: Wassap?
Me: Can I go out?
Pato: Just wait it would soon be over..
Me: No I can't...take this retractor and forceps from me..

Funny enough Pato did not reply and I kept repeating myself or atleast I thought I was repeating my self (..after the surgery Pato said I did not say anything like that)
In the next instant I swayed forward ..and all I wanted to do was close my eyes for a second.. out...

...then I heard the professor's voice I don't remember what he said and I felt a pair of strong hands pull me from the table while someone else's was taking instruments away from my hands..

The next series of events happened fast..someone was removing my mask,another was removing my cap..someone else was taking my gloves..another person was untying my overall from behind...and I felt the hard ground on my back..I was on the floor..
Then I opened my eyes..I saw Pato's looking at me from the table like he was questioning "are you ok?" and I simply nodded ..I could not say a word..
I was taken out and put on a stretcher..a stretcher for God's sake I am not the patient!! But jokes apart I was loving the feel of the stretcher..I was surrounded my nurses and doctors showing me fingers, asking me to identify and stuff...all the while I just kept smiling and nodding..

I was handed a mug of over-sweetened tea because my body needed the sugar rush...and I was forced to lay motionless for about 30minutes..

approximately 30minutes later Pato walked out..the surgery was over..
and I'm like whaaaat??? all i needed to do was last an extra 30-40 minutes???(but i was still thanking baba God for the bed my
Then the prof came out smiled at me and said "well-done"..and walked away..

I felt off my stretcher (surgeon turn and Pato walked back to our floor changed back to our regular clothes...walked out of the building and we hailed a cab..
I sat back in the cab looked at my watch and it was past 6 in the evening...I slouched against the seat and enjoyed the ride home..with a smile of relief saying to myself "Oh what a day...."

Thank you for reading..

Sunday, 17 July 2011

A memory..Surgery rotation

*******LONG POST ALERT*******
I spent today cleaning and moving things around my apartment and while my hands kept busy my mind was lighting sparks...
..sparks of memories of the previous weeks..,some of these memories died as sparks while some continued into a full fledged fire some made me groan with laughter...,some had me simply smiling to myself while some still left me undecided..

The one that I enjoyed most that got me laughing, embarrassed and undecided at the same time is the one I will share now (my God I am smiling at the screen now ;)

The story;
Surgery rotation; duration 3weeks

Before I became a victim..,I always thought it happened only in movies especially Grey's anatomy ..
My surgery got stolen from under my nose!!!

Yea it happens most of us usually are scalpel hungry but I never would have stolen anyone's surgery..(it's not as if they are going to let me "fly solo" on the procedure ...)
The surgeon walked into the room and asked we blood thirsty children (i no be vampire "which one of you would like to assist me on a surgical procedure at 1pm?"...oh boy!! see reflex..9 hands flew up eagerly...and out of the 9(my goodness..) I heard my name..
Surgeon: Ok, Dammy you would be assisting me..the surgery would be on 4th floor
Me; would it be in the same operation room we all observed the last time ..?
Surgeon: yes..1pm don't be late..
Me: ok..thank you

In my mind I was dancing galala and alanta even though in reality my body can't even understand those dance moves...

I turned to my colleague Dr. Pato ( my only fellow naija person in the room)...and we started our micro jubilation in pidgin english and yoruba ..(we add pidgin to yoruba because yoruba is a suicide mission for Pato despite the fact that he is a yoruba boy......i believe we all know the drill..gbeborun time) was around 11.30 am at that time..

12.30 I and Pato left for 4th floor (we did not want to be late)..we went straight to the operation room ...LO and BEHOLD it was empty!!..ok no cause for alarm yet we started searching the other rooms..still nothing (1.00pm) ok now there is cause for alarm!!!..
1.07pm we found the correct theater and my God there he was doing my surgery( oh my brain was on fire..)...and Pato said "can you imagine but he could have called your phone nau?"

And i was there just thinking.."there goes my very first #1assistant in this hospital" (not my first generally..)

Let me explain what #1assistant means; it is possible to have more than 2surgeons on a procedure, 1 of the 2 surgeons is the main surgeon while the other is the in a scenario of more than 2 assistants we start using the terms #1assistant #2assistant blah blah the number increases your importance at the table decreases( at least that's what we the children like to think)

Let me continue my story..

As I walked into the room the surgeon looked up and asked "why did you come late??" and I replied "we had a tough time locating the room" and she simply nodded her head in understanding..

After some minutes I let the issue be and focused on enjoying and trying to learn while observing..

After some hours the surgery ended..and I saw the victorious smirk on my colleagues face but believe me i wasn't bothered..

Life continued..everything was back to normal or so I thought..I had my chance and I screwed it up
Little did I know...a bigger fish or should I say the biggest fish was still coming my way...

3days later,
The same surgeon walked in..but this time she wasn't asking questions she simply said "Dammy and Pato you would be assisting the Professor in surgery later today"...
"Gbagaun gbagaun" (ring ring as in from a bell) that's what was in my in like "The professor...Like Theee professor" and the professor ( ok not only me and Pato and the Professor as in no other board certified Surgeon to assist (which if there was would push me and Pato to #2 and #3 assistants irrespective)..
What can I and Pato must have been doing pirouettes in our minds...
We just nodded and said Ok and muttered our thanks..and she left the room..

This time we told ourselves we would go an hour avoid any hitches
Little did we know or should I say little did I know..


Stay tuned for the conclusion..( no vex at all...but I can't finish it now because of a prior appointment....on the bright side it would give you a break from this my looong can grab a cup of tea with doughnuts)

Be back soon..
Thanks people..

Saturday, 16 July 2011

I want to transition..

I have been toying with the idea for some time now and I always took 2steps forward and 3 steps back..
I want all natural hair...ahhh the thought of whipping out my scissors and taking the permed chunk off still seems scary ooo...actually I am not new to hair cuts..,infact i can say I have been my own stylist for a long time from hair cuts, hair coloring, braiding ,retouching to fixing weaves...(believe me be joke at at all ...) I have done them all and most people get shocked when they compliment my hair and ask where I got it done and I say "i did it myself"...they mostly have this look O-O *

I want all natural hair..
but why am i scared to grab the scissors this time after-all I have cut my hair "anita baker" and "halle berry" styles myself more than 5times of which I got a Salon touch only once (..that was cos my aunt who owns a salon insisted) 
So why does it fell different this it the haircut or the natural hair...??
I have been on relaxed hair for soo long the only break from it i ever had was the 6years in secondary school where haircuts were compulsory..(but one oyinbo girl was exempted sha oo..i was always
But,..,yeah...but I am going to transition anyways and see how I find it and hope somewhere I get the courage to whip out my scissors and do the do-do...and begin my exploration of wanting to know what having my God given hair texture would feel like..
Afterall if I miss straight hair..I could always use straighteners yeah? (who needs relaxers...? *sarcasm*)

Wish me luck....or chip in an advice..


Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Archaeologist??? what would ur MOM say..

After I gave myself a full sleep in yesterday..I worked hard at getting up this morning so I could get to the Regional Pediatrics hospital where I had  a rotation...(of cuss I went in pretty late)

Trust me I was simply expecting to lounge around (don't think i'm lazy sha oo...) but unfortunately the dude in charge (i'll call him Dr. Pee) was in charge of my group for a day before and trust me we didn't really like him..yea he is nice and all that but hey this guy like oversabi...chei!!

So bam!! we began..thank God we had to see only 3 children within the early 3hours...and one of then is the reason for this post...

I'll call him Stone(inspired by his future is 14 and he has an acute case of Atopic Dermatitis (it's nothing too serious)..
While I was gathering complaints and history from him I asked what he wanted to become in the future and he said Archaeologist!!! that moment my eyebrow flew up otherwise I was composed..,the I turned to my colleagues  J.O.J and Sammypels and my face was asking the question WHAAAT???(i am sure they were asking me the same question silently)


I am not blaming the kid or anything but the Naija spirit in me was thinking "what would a regular naija mom have said to her kid that wants to become an archaeologist..??" I think the first question (if it were to be my Mom) would be "Kini itumo iyen??" (as in "What does that mean?")...

Stone is only 14 and he has been exposed to enough adventures,experiences and unopposed curiosity and creativity which already put him in the position to be sure he wants to be an Archaeologist at a young age..for crying out loud he is already attending such camp adventures already!!..(how sooo nice..)

The Naija pikin..let your Mom catch you playing with stones or digging around the garden or roadside in curiosity..(you go hear am)..

But on a more serious note,
I advocate letting the kids decide and encourage parents to allow their kids satisfy their curiosity cos it might go a long way shaping the kids future which ensures their devotion to what they do when they eventually become adults...

But, be sincere what would your Mom say if you sincerely told her you wanted to become an Archaeologist..(no lie
I await your honest replies,..


Tuesday, 12 July 2011

The flooding..

real funny
After hours of simply moping ,I decided to check out whats going on in Lagos cos the flooding issue has been up for a while now..instead of just reading only important stuff my talented fellow Nigerians found their comedian talents in the time of difficulty..I just could not help laughing at their funny status and comments ..
this no be laffing mata oo
I gathered some to share with you all and I hope it puts a sort of smile or laughter on your face cos some sure made me laugh uncontrollably ...enjoy!

row, row,wow ur boat
"Now payin for our sins,since we lagosians refuse to vote for umbrella,why are we complaining of flood?na to carry broom sweep join d paddle"

"Na wa for ds rain o. One Chair Man forgot to wind up his Nissan Armada Jeep at lekki, b4 e go wake for morning, 2 Kia Picantos don float enter back seat"

"Praisee the LORD!!! The LORD just gave me a new wet Infinity FX45 jeep!!! I was just coming out of my house and I saw the flood bringing in my blessing!!!Indeed it's a shower of blessing and its marvelous in my sight...the LORD will surprise some with duplexes, blackberries, shoes, umbrellas etc...position yourself...:D :) Eko o ni baje o!"

"BREAKING NEWS- Water level in Lagos is up 2 chest level. Pls has any 1 seen AKI & PAWPAW yet??:s"

"A married woman was found on another man's bed in a house 4 streets away from her home in Lagos. She claims it was the flood that carried her there!!!"

"well think am gonna take a vacation..where?f**k hawaii...naija here I come with ma surfing board on deck.yeeeeeeehaaaaa!!!"

"Rain has reshuffled Lagos, houses are being moved to new locations... Eko hotel now in Abule Egba, MM2 dey Orile, Kirikiri prison now in Oniru,Unilag now in ikorodu, Alausa Sectariat now in Badagry. Pls confirm ur office location before setting out today so u won't miss ur way. have a rainful week ahead ˚°º ossshhhhheeeeeeº°˚ ˚ ˚°º"

.....all i can say is Naija people we fit survive any which ways...

Cheers people!!

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Are people inspiration???

How to begin...?

I am still shaken up by the sincerity and the openness of  Blessing in her last post "he's brought me from a mighty long way" ...and I just want to thank and appreciate her over and over again...
It reminds me of a few lines of a worship goes thus "so i'm here today because he kept me, i'm alive today only because of his grace..Oh! he kept me so i won't let go"...

Some hours ago, one of my friends (or a very good acquaintance) put up the following on his status "If you ask me about my inspiration I would say that its not the people and its not the things, its travel and experiencing different environments and taking in everything and savouring the moment....." and ever since i read that my mind has been jumbling the meaning around..I had a few conclusions

1. in hey.." I don't need anybody to make me feel alright ..I have got everything I need..who needs people?"

2. Arrogance's all about me me me..I am too good for this..(worse than no1)

3. Immaturity...cos I don't except such a line from a real adult.

4. Or maybe I totally misunderstood the meaning..I hope someone explains to me

A question i'll love to ask him.."why don't you let us take away people from all those places you travel'll have all the pretty buildings, sidewalks and all that to your self..would you still be inspired?" 
For me..., well I just got inspired today by the words of a fellow human like me and her name is Blessing,,I do not see myself as larger than life because I strictly believe "people always inspire people ,the difference only is the kind of inspiration

Thursday, 7 July 2011

worried for children entertainment..

Oga ooo!!! that's all i can think right now..

The reason??

Here it comes : two posts back I complained about my inactivity at work today was pretty much different ,I had stuff to do although I still ended up relaxing in the doctor's lounge from early noon (the bulk of the work was in the morning)...I got home and went for beans and bread (don't think its the oyinbo kidney beans oo..i mean correct naija beans..*wink*) I decided "hmmm..why don't I watch a good children's cartoon to help me relax and feel like a baby" God that was the beginning of my worries...THESE KIDS ABSOLUTELY HAVE NO ENTERTAINMENT (ok maybe i am being too harsh..they do but what about originality??)

I don't think i live in space but hey CINDERELLA HAS A 3RD PART!!!where was I when that happened??(oh..i school..*rolling eyes*)
Can you imagine children's cartoon with 3parts....!! oga ooo
Right now it seems almost all current time cartoons are based on already existing cartoons..I mean cartoons I enjoyed when I was younger(*smiles* i feel privileged) now remodeled for this new sweeries..( dats why I get to be called aunty;)

Check out the few instances below;

1.Lion king; after we have watched the cartoon..then came a part two and it was still ok and then they had to go make a part 3..!!! why na?..the part 3 was totally off key..and now i gather they are trying to make a 3D version after a 2D...(*scratching head* now i wonder where this would lead maybe an eventual 32DD)

2. Pocahontas..yea it was a wonderful story...she fell in love with John Smith instead of Kokoum and it was alright until they had to go and make a part 2 where she fell in love with John Rolfe instead of Smith..moral???IDK

3. Now look what they did with Princess and the Frog....they turned over Frog Prince..

....I think I have an idea why don't we turn around Jungle book...instead of Mowgli in the jungle we put Baloo or Bagheera in the city...

plus check out Spongebob and Patrick..isn't it weird they live underwater but they don't swim...#justsaying

In short I rest my case..I want to go watch tales by moonlight....oh oh I forgot it doesn't air anymore....

I am joyfully joyful (thanks NIL)

Ahhh, how to begin???
I got my very first comment today..yaay!! and it was from N.I.L (naijamum in london) have got to check out her blog..
Up until her comment came up, it seemed like i was simply talking to myself..sorta like an online logbook where i can always go to read stuff i posted myself...but after NIL's comment...oh me oh my I feel awesome..

Thank's NIL ..this one is for you and only you...xxxx

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

dead blogg

So, after ages of letting my page suffer..actually its been only a few weeks...i decided on a little re-modelling of my page..
Right now I have a bloody headache after hours of doing nothing but sitting around in the doctor's lounge at the hospital it's not like I am complaining about lack of activities but mostly when we budding doctors don't get to see patients it just always seems like a waste of time ..

So as i was playing around online..I stumbled upon something worth sharing..
note; I am not saying measure your friends by these standards only...but most of it is true..

FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

FAKE FRiENDS: Would ignore this
REAl FRiENDS: Will send this to all there real friends and hope to get it back!!

Thursday, 16 June 2011

The end of Internal Disease cycle...

So. really its not like I am totally done with the course of internal diseases or something but at least for the academic session it is totally over and I have mixed feelings...I'll miss my teacher Dr.Valentina Ivanovna Tkachenko she is such a brilliant woman but she can make you work extra you know we students don't like that
The cycle lasted 3 weeks and it was a rough ride with multiple sleepless nights or a very micro night sleep...thats what Dr. Tkachenko can do to you...The cycle ended today and I had to write a computer module i did not do too well though..buh sorry I can't disclose my score cos trust me you'll want to knock
My next cycle is social medicine..I think I am going to sleep all through the cycle trying to make up for the teacher induced micro sleep schedule..
...but right now I gotta go grub my rice and chicken..the chicken is horribly soft..I just dey wonder how many weeks old these chickens are before they reach our plates cos they taste so young and their bones snapping like I miss naija chicken..*sobs*

Tuesday, 31 May 2011


Finally getting this blog is not a joke..a movie happened some days ago that seemed like someone else was me.
As of today no worries.,i already sorted myself..
I welcome myself to the blogger family.