tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91863024163905965622024-03-12T23:17:53.541+00:00Miss Caramel's Diary MY OWN COSY CORNER OF CYBERSPACECaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-23485029876708562532016-04-11T17:33:00.001+01:002016-04-11T17:34:50.749+01:00Sure fire signs I'm tired <br />
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<li>Bra starts hurting</li>
<li>Wig (if I have one on) starts hurting</li>
<li>Eye starts stinging from eye liner/mascara</li>
<li>Detangling little strand of hair caught in my earring suddenly becomes a fight to the death </li>
<li>Suddenly colleagues jokes are no longer funny </li>
<li>Fight fellow commuters in a faux polite way for the last seat in your carriage</li>
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Best part is when you get home and come through from the front door. From the hallway I start taking things off including jewellery and get into my default setting of kaftan and a headscarf. I have heard this might be a no-no when in a relationship so I am enjoying it while I can! </div>
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Taking off your bra is one of the best feelings in the world known to womankind. Do not know how women of old handled corsets. No wonder they were always fainting! </div>
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Anyway I digress. The trick now is to look after myself more so that I'm tired less and stop falling ill all the time. So wish me luck!</div>
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-29292538204443789982016-01-23T09:49:00.001+00:002016-01-23T09:49:48.304+00:00Broken key <br />
Feelings all over the pace this morning. I think it's an aftershock from this week.<br />
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Got the news earlier this week that a member of my extended family is a child molesting paedo rapist monster and I still feel sick.<br />
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Where do you even start? First of all is to make sure that the victim is okay and receiving couselling but in Nigeria how do you take someone like that down? Especially after the duration of over a decade. Also at the same time he is still somebody's husband and father. How do they deal with all of this? My head can't contemplate.<br />
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With that running in the background, focusing on the day to day is weird. I am looking at things in a different light. Ah only God can sort this out oh.<br />
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You can imagine how I felt when I got asked on a date for last night. Automatic reaction was to say no but a) the man has been a perfect gent and I would feel like an uber bitch saying no for no reason and b) after breaking up with my ex last November I had to activate my re-set button.<br />
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So first of all he was late, then in waiting for him, I then became late and when I got to the restaurant and called I couldn't see him even though he was parked on the street. Turned out he broke his car key while locking the door :( Na wa oh!<br />
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In the end we did have a nice enough date chatting and laughing for about an hour but it was always at the back of our minds that he lives an hour away and has no car. In the end he got pliers from a shop and used it to turn the key in the ignition and that brought the date to an end because no one is taking a risk of turning the engine off again.<br />
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I have promised that I will see him again and even though I didn't feel any butterflies and I wish he had made a little more effort with his apperance, I'm still glad I went :)<br />
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So this week I have lost way more trust in mankind, will invest heavily in nanny cams and I have pressed the re-set button.CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-30336643333111505562016-01-13T17:31:00.001+00:002016-01-13T17:31:25.518+00:00I'm writing I'm writing.<br />
I'm writing.<br />
I'm writing something and very soon I will click 'publish' and it will be the first post in 13 months.<br />
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I do know that this is pretty basic stuff but the excitement is quite tremendous. I have broken my long streak of unanimated creative laziness and I'm thankful to God for it.<br />
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It's crazy how much something can be important to you. I found that there is an actual detriment to myself when I am not writing and it is a hobby that I don't want to lose because to lose it would be to lose a big part of myself.<br />
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I don't even know if this will ping on anybody's radar but 'Happy New Year' if you are one of the five people reading this!!!<br />
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Let's see if I can do a quick 2015 re-cap before it fades into the random shadows of my memory.<br />
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<li>Had a very stressful restructure and work and now have a new job at work.</li>
<li>Went to a Game of Thrones exhibition and sat on the Iron Throne </li>
<li>Threw a very awesome anniversary (second wedding) for my folks. Super cute. </li>
<li>Went to Chicago for the first time for little cousin's graduation.</li>
<li>Dropped my learner plates.</li>
<li>Had a boyfriend (yay) then broke up with him after a few truths were revealed (boo).</li>
<li>Finished the year with epic family reunion in Nigeria and general good times with a hint of naughtiness.</li>
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So 2015 was <i>interesting </i>but I felt stagnant. Looking to 2016 for a whole lot more action! </div>
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-3222674179391385082014-12-17T18:07:00.001+00:002014-12-17T18:07:17.590+00:00What do you do with old love letters?<br />
If you used to read this ancient blog back in the day, you would see that I have an obsession for Agatha Christie and a lot of old world crime books.<br />
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A lot of the time, the killer would be caught or a major plot change would happen that would give you a clue all because of...LOVE LETTERS!<br />
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How I could scoff and turn my nose up at the women. What is wrong with these women I would wonder? Why are you keeping your old love letters tied up in a bundle in the bottom of some secret hideaway? Don't you know you are being a wet sop?<br />
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I honestly never understood why people would hold on to old history like that.<br />
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Until now.<br />
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Now I am the stupid woman.<br />
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I'm not even sure the 21st century woman owns love letters! Or any letters of any kind (apart from horrid letters from the bank). But I do. For a glorious moment over the course of two years I met the man I call 'The Prototype', and before BBM/Whatspp etc, we wrote to each other via email nearly everyday.<br />
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Now he had a way with words, a God given talent and there are some letters he wrote and they would make all my senses marvel.<br />
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Now everything has changed, and he will soon officially belong to another. So the question of the day is, do you still keep the letters (emails)?<br />
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I let the email account stay dormant for three years but I unearthed it today and when I read the correspondence I felt happy and sad at the same time.<br />
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Now does one just delete everything and walk away in a blaze of triumphant practical glory or do you keep the the words that made you feel like the most precious thing on earth at that given time?<br />
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Also by keeping it, are you just holding yourself back? Or are you tempted to hold them because you doubt anyone will ever say those type of words about you again?<br />
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I'm so confused! My head hurts.<br />
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What I am very sure about though, is that I will never again scoff at those fictional heroines and villainesses of old and their bundle of hidden love letters.<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-82040302808867753712014-10-07T22:40:00.001+01:002014-10-07T22:40:32.954+01:00Dating is not for the faint heartedSo I thought that my biggest issue with getting back in the dating pool was that I had to you know...care? Get excited. Get dressed even. Make sure that my work clothes could be passable for drinks or coffee in the city.<br />
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WRONG!<br />
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That's nothing compared to the actual interaction with men. Whooosh!<br />
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Making small talk. That's an art form in itself. Ah my goodness. I have that mastered a bit though. Then realising slowly that there are a lot of uneducated people on the streets. Not in the book sense, but in the closed mind 'I don't want to learn about anything past 21 sense'.<br />
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Someone said I was using big words to make a point when I said 'monosyllabic'. Another said that cancer was a white person's disease.<br />
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I'm not making any of this stuff up.<br />
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Then you pass the initial chit chat stage and go for a date and to be fair, there might not be any issues at all. It's just that there is no connect.<br />
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Or you might go for a date and really like a guy, make plans for a second date, book tickets, make reservations and EVERYTHING. Then they vanish into thin air like a mystery that needs to be solved in an Agatha Christie novel.<br />
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THE CASE OF THE MISSING BANKER, coming to a book store near you! For real though I hope he's not dead shah.<br />
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So yeah. Getting back out there is hard but I'm glad I am resisting the lure of stretchy jogging bottoms and head scarf and getting out there.<br />
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Shout out to all the men and women out there trying to make decent small talk!CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-15243937582977464282014-08-05T13:00:00.002+01:002014-08-05T13:00:39.203+01:00Bruised ego So I have to be delicate while typing this, so try and follow if you can.<br />
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My friend and I were discussing something yesterday when a bit of reminiscing came up. Now my friend in question is a guy and lives in Nigeria. We've been friends for over five years and there has always been an attraction but nothing deep (read emotional) came from it. When I visited in January we hung out and had an 'interlude' which I thought was all sort of awesome.<br />
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Until yesterday.<br />
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When he said <b>xyz</b> happened, WHICH NEVER DID.<br />
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I can swear on my life that what he said happened did not occur but he swears it did. Logically I can even prove he was wrong but I didn't have the heart to prolong the torture over BBM. This now begs the question, has he forgotten or even worse, is he mixing me up with another woman? Oh my days! The pain! I was so hurt. Nothing like a cold dose of reality to slap you awake. I don't have much of an ego but the small one I had got completely decimated yesterday I can tell you that for free. <br />
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To add salt to the wound, he then concludes from the mystical happening, something about my state of mind. Even though I have said time and time again that it's not true. So that didn't help. I felt like I had been in front of a jury on trumped up charges. It was a sad day yesterday man.<br />
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So apologies if this doesn't make sense, you have my sympathy. The long and short of it is, I thought I was special and I'm not, also I need to re-adjust my thinking when it come to men.<br />
For a smart girl, I'm still not quite there with understanding them.<br />
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I did get quite upset but a chat to my friends and a dose of the BBC's version of Pride and Prejudice went a long way to my recovery!<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-50574506213727415482014-08-01T16:35:00.000+01:002014-08-01T16:35:03.311+01:00Nearly lost <br />
It's only when something is taken from you that you realise you had taken in for granted.<br />
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It's been almost a year since I last posted anything and you would laugh if you saw my drafts folder. I always started a post but never finished it and it would just lay there like literary bones in an elephant's graveyard.<br />
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I would peek in from time to time but my writing spirit was crushed. Why?<br />
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A mixture of some very nasty family altercations last year September (my birthday weekend actually) and the stress and slow creeping misery of work earlier this year.<br />
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I knew that if I wrote what was in my heart, then I would either be carted off to a psych ward or my I would have irrevocably damaged the relationship between myself and my folks.<br />
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So I stopped writing and I apologise to anyone who came checking for me from time to time.<br />
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Flash forward to Wednesday afternoon, I just clicked on my link to check something and I realised that my url of www.misscarameld.com didn't work any more. I couldn't access my site from the new address and the old diary of a lost one address either. See pure panic in action! I had tears and everything. I also realised that I had never backed up 5 years of writing either!<br />
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I emailed Google and asked a friend for advice ten today, I realised I got get into my blogger/google account if I could remember my Google password. From there I deleted both old accounts and changed my site name again!<br />
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I think I am going to stick to a blogspot address for a while. I'm not good at hosting my own site!!<br />
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So third address change is www.misscarmeld.blogspot.com.<br />
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Tell you friends :)<br />
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Praise God!<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-28945938679295344262013-09-04T16:00:00.000+01:002013-09-04T16:01:13.606+01:00Project C<br />
I have a bit of a bad habit.<br />
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I can start something but never see it through right to the end.<br />
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It's not cool.<br />
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So I have a situation where my life is on a stagnant pause. I believe it is a waste of a life. People are dying everyday at every age and I find it hard to be bothered about my own existence. So in the last few days of 31 I am trying to shake myself up a bit.<br />
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So if you are one of the hardy few who read this never ending epistle from time to time. You will have to bear with me because as I force myself to try and change, this will be the medium where all the 'my Lord what were you thinking', will be happening.<br />
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You see it has to be here because I tend to 'think out loud' online and I have been told to muzzle myself as it might be unseemly (more on that later). Well <i>yee hah</i> I have a blog!<br />
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So what will I be trying to sort?<br />
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Health: I had pneumonia a few years back and that means that I can pick up a random cough and turn it into Godzilla. The weight of my boobies ain't helping my breathing patterns when I'm ill and asleep so the weight really has to go. And stay away! I'm really fat (for real).<br />
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Job: Need a new one. Need to make enough time from the current one, to find a new one. I'm bored and I'm broke!<br />
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Man: I want one. A good one.<br />
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That list is in order of priority. But I'm trying to attack all three at roughly the same time as I find all three feed into one another in one way or another.<br />
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So again, if the blog becomes a three trick pony. Just hang in there ;)<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-17336465495590890012013-08-01T21:19:00.001+01:002013-08-01T21:45:59.767+01:00Home hook ups and other stories July was a 'trying' month. I held off here because I couldn't do with just writing and writing about bad stuff. I have learned a few things though. They include:<br />
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<li>As a former pneumonia sufferer, I am apparently prone to chest and throat infections and can no longer utter the words, 'it's just a little cough, no need to see the doctor'.</li>
<li>If you have loved ones that you don't see often. Appreciate the small times you do get to see them as that could be the last time you see them alive. Next thing you know, you are getting a phone call that a young man who you saw smiling and laughing a year ago is dead. <i>May the soul of my cousin and the souls of the all the faithful departed rest in peace. Eternal life grant them oh Lord and let perpetual light shine on them. May their souls rest in peace, Amen.</i></li>
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My aunty called me and told me she was checking on me because my Dad had said I was really upset over my cousin. Now this is my correct Aunty who calls from Naija all the time so I was really happy to hear from her. She then said from nowhere "I have found your husband! This one I mark 100%"....</div>
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She then preceded to tell me about the guy's Mum who is her in-law and how awesome she is and how fabulous the guy is and how I should play nice. As I type this, I have just realised that I don't even know the guy's name. If past history is anything to go by, this is not going to end well. Don't believe me? OK take a seat dear one and read on...</div>
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<li>First time I had the unfortunate experience of being hooked up, it was by an over zealous woman who thought that she could score points with my Dad by hooking up his only daughter. She lied to me and asked for my email to send something for my Dad and then proceeded to tell me that there is this guy who works for First Bank in Awka ( I think) and that he would really REALLY like to talk to me. This woman badgered me to death before I agreed. We then swapped emails. Now this was a while ago and I can't remember the details, but later I got an email from the guy asking me what was wrong with me. Why would a young woman in London be looking for a guy in Nigeria? Was I ugly or desperate? I swear this is the truth! I finished this guy eh, then turned my wrath on the woman and reported her to my Dad too. I'm sure I blogged about it and if I find the link I will add.</li>
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<li>Second time I was sitting with my bestie at home one evening when my mobile phone just rang. I said hello, and then a guy speaking in the purest old school Igbo that would make village men sound like Prince Charles introduced himself to me, that he was from so so and so village and that my Aunty Oby gave him my number to introduce himself. Now I only have two Oby's in my family. One is my cousin (near my age) and the second one is my uncle's wife in Birmingham and in a million years she would never give out my number. SO I was baffled. He said his father also knew my Dad. So as politely as possible (cos I was sure I was speaking to a 60 yr old man) I told him to get more information from his Dad before I could speak to him. This guy kept calling and the more he called, the more 'Igbotic' he sounded. He also told me that he was a cleaner and he had no papers. At this point, I smelt a rat as he said he was happy being a cleaner. No Nigerian man could EVER say that. I stopped picking up the calls. I later found out that it was my aunty in Nigeria who had changed her name after repenting her former life, that had given my number. I WAS LIVID! I called her sister in London and ranted and raved!! When I got to Naija for my Grandma's funeral my Aunty was very apologetic, she said she got so carried away that she didn't even think to ask me even though her sister warned her I wouldn't like it. I then said to her but what kind of Papa are you attaching me to? She was shocked! She told me that the guy was a young man, degree holding British citizen who worked for the UK Border Agency!!!! Let me tell you all, I believe this guy has either a white or West Indian girlfriend who he wants to marry and the Papa did not agree and I was the muppet caught in the middle. I DO NOT LIKE SUCH. If I ever see the guy, I will tell him off so badly because that was just underhanded and mean.</li>
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<li>Third time, my Dad's cousin told my Mum that his friend in China (yes that's right, China), wanted to get to know me. At this point I told my Mum I don't want oh! my Mum now begged me. So mumu like myself gave my number. At this point I was off sick with laryngitis so with the crazy time difference, the only time he could call was in the afternoon. The conversation would not flow and I was bored. I kept trying to introduce a topic and it would just be monosyllabic answers, but he still kept calling. So when I got better, I told him that I was going back to work so he better give me his Whatsapp or BBM or Facebook. I wasn't all that bothered to be fair but my uncle kept calling my Mum and harassing me. How can the guy start seriously dodging? Even going so far as to say that his computer was being fixed so he was off Facebook? Muahahahaha! In China you no get smartphone? That was when I signed off trying to be polite. he called one afternoon at work and of course I missed it. That was the end of that. I told my uncle I'm not stupid.</li>
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So dearly beloved, I have been minding my business and all this wahala has been at my door. It may actually be beneficial to my health to find a significant other so people can leave me alone. You can see why I am about to hide behind the couch until this wave of hook ups pass!<br />
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-71167831700278453322013-06-19T14:18:00.003+01:002013-06-19T14:58:30.288+01:00Monthly Hymn Give me pills in my hand keep me working<br />
Give me pills in my hand I pray.<br />
Give me pills in my hand keep me working,<br />
Keep me working 'til the pain goes away!<br />
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Sing Panadol!<br />
Sing Nurofen!<br />
Sing Co-drydramol if bad!<br />
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Sing Panadol!<br />
Sing Nurofen!<br />
Sing Co-drydramoooolllll.<br />
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<b>I thought we ladies could do with a laugh :)</b><br />
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Copywrite<br />
CaramelD 2013CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-84135422046607238862013-06-11T11:57:00.001+01:002013-06-11T11:57:18.086+01:00Cracking You all are just going to have to bear with me because I think I'm cracking up. I'm experiencing what might be a mini panic attack. I was fine when I got up this morning but I walked into work, got one email and I just lost it. I can't hide it any more, not even from myself. I have to leave my job.<br />
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Good Lord I feel like I'm suffocating. I don't want to be here any more. Right now, I'm at my desk and half the team are at a meeting and our two designers are across the room and I'm hoping they don't come over because they will see that I'm tearing up. I can't call my friends because if I do I will full scale start crying.<br />
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I haven't been full on with my applications and the ones I did send I didn't get any follow through from. I'm going to have to stop everything and pour all my energies into finding a new position. Forget what you heard, this woman can't multi-task. There are so many 'sort myself' projects I'm on and quite frankly it's looking quite shit.<br />
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My reaction today is really shocking me. I'm pressing my feet into ground to stop myself walking out because even if I go for a walk, I might not come back. If it has reached like this, then it's time to go. I have been dedicating so much time trying to help my brother meanwhile my Dad is here meant to be helping out but all I can see is someone adding to my work load. Well I'm done with that for now, anyhow my folks want to raise their son, they can carry go.<br />
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I'm so stressed, my face is covered in red spots and my period has vanished (again)! I am TRYING to relax, I went to Zurich and it was awesome and I and my cousins want to do mini breaks all summer in Britain but all the good these trips do are vaporised in the heat of my everyday life.<br />
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It also takes so much energy to put a calm exterior and be all professional and crap. Just breathe it out. Lord Jesus!<br />
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Because the reasons he has given are beyond madness. These are not deep complex reasons or 'normal' marital problems you have come across before. Nope. Why he wants to leave are because of the very basic needs she has asked of him which he feels are 'unfair' and 'controlling'. I don't want to go into detail but the office equivalent would be someone quitting because their colleague asked them to reply emails and attend meetings. The reasons are so<b> rubbish</b>, that you find yourself wishing it was another woman as that would make way more sense. I'm not even sure if he knows what a marriage is!!!!<br />
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This issue has been simmering for a few months and is only coming to a full boil now and recently they had a full and frank discussion where he stated his problems. When I heard what they were, there and then on the train platform I shed a few tears. Tears of abject disappointment.<br />
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This is a man I respect and admire. He has been in our lives for nine years, three of those marriage. I rate him as a competent and well read individual so all this has baffled and shaken me to the core which is why I am writing about it.<br />
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I watched as they dated and stood by each other through tempests and storms from outside their relationship that would have broke most people up. So when, with family and friends present, they signed that marriage contract I was sure in my bones that this was one for the ages. Seeing the husband do the complete 180 has driven fear into me.<br />
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How can you place your life in someone's care to have them come and completely mess it up from beginning to end. I now have a very serious respect for anyone getting married because the gamble is huge! I have always wanted to be part of a unit and to build a loving family with a yet unknown man but now, I have to take a deep breath and make sure that I know what I am getting myself into. The rewards are amazing but the losses (if there are any) can be heart breaking.<br />
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From the bottom of my heart I ask anyone reading this blog who has not yet married but wishes to do so, please understand what you are signing up for. Make sure you are ready for it. All the highs, lows, and mundane in-betweens. If you believe in God, entrust yourself to Him to always look out for you as well to be the fact checker before you sign that most important of all contracts.<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-55787170661851079802013-04-19T14:32:00.000+01:002013-04-19T14:32:02.105+01:00Re-dedication <br />
In all honesty today is the first time in two weeks that I have felt like a human being. For what seemed like ages I felt very very claustrophobic as there was not one part of my life I was happy with. Still looking for a job, hurt my leg last month and it will take two months to heal and at home... well! This month makes it a year that my brother has come to live with us in London and he has learning difficulties and a slight disability. Integrating our life has been very difficult and I feel like I am now co-parenting. My anger stems from the fact that my Dad has been in Nigeria for most of the time and I see no plausible reason why he should be there when he is retired and his entire family is here and needs help.<br />
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So I was turning into a massive ball of hurt and resentment which lead to me being depressed.<br />
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On Sunday though while in church, I had to laugh at myself. Why was I carrying the entire weight of the world on my shoulders when I can offload every SINGLE thing to Jesus? <i>My strength pass His own?</i> Nope! It was all very silly. I had faith and was not putting it into action. I just got on my knees and re-dedicated every single aspect of my life to God and just let go.<br />
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Nothing more, nothing less.<br />
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I can't age myself before my time! I was actually crying every other day! No, no, no, no. That is not what I was put on this earth for. Life will always have challenges but I have to rethink how I handle it before I self implode.<br />
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So a whole bunch of doctor visits later, I ended up at home for a week in a uniform of headscarf, dodgy dresses and no bra. I kept falling asleep (didn't realize how tired I was) and when I wasn't sleeping I helped out for school run and other random chores.<br />
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Currently watching all the craziness going on in Boston and I hope everyone stays in their house like the police have asked. What a week it has been. May the souls of all lost in the Boston bomb blast and shootout and the warehouse explosion in Texas rest in peace.<br />
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PS I'm going to do something crazy and report myself here later! Watch this space ;)<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-86779534406798574432013-03-26T14:25:00.001+00:002013-03-26T14:25:46.255+00:00Performance anxiety So see how I have been dodging writing. I have been dodging writing because I never lie about what is going on in my life on this page. I feel it is quite sacred. So when all I think I have to report is negative and sad, I vanish.<br />
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Last post was two months ago. Ouch.<br />
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I don't want to be the girl with the long face so I shall face this blank piece of paper and think of something good to report. BY FORCE.<br />
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Aha! I have paid for my car insurance and I am now on the road! Vroom vroom! Road trip anyone? I drove the family to church and back and got stuck trying to do a three point on our sloping road in my Mum's car. My brother now piped up from the back something along the lines of I must not have been listening very well during my driving lessons! Cheeky cow!<br />
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I'm going to Switzerland in May and I'm super excited. I have never been and I love that I can add a new country to my travel list. I really hope it is warm by the time we get their to celebrate my cousin's birthday. I have had enough cold to last a life time!!!<br />
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Wow. Should it be this hard? This can't be good.<br />
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Kidnappers kidnapped my cousin and he got away from the car boot where they had put him! God is good! This has really shocked us and it happened on our doorstep. My Mum has now laid down the law. When we travel we cannot tell anyone. Just turn up! Whether we like it or not, information given to kidnappers more often than not comes from people you know. Oh wahala too much!<br />
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Job searching has ground to a halt and I know my friends are giving me the evil eye for not getting on with it. I tell you for someone who represents a brand for a living, who knew it was so horrible to represent yourself?<br />
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Since, quite alarmingly, I can't think of more good news to report. Let me use this opportunity to tell you about <b><a href="http://the3six5ng.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">the3six5ng</a></b>. In my words, I like to think of it as a great big diary with each day written by a different person. So you pick a day and in 365 words tell us what your day has been like with a picture attached. Voila. That's all. It started at the beginning of March and so far it has been such a wonderful experience Nothing is too mundane or silly or random. We have had hospital trips, yoga lessons, radio producers stressed mums, jazz clubs, Lagos traffic and tea and cake. All in all it is a treat to experience someone else's life for a little while. I have been trying to get a few people involved but I think they think it is harder than it actually is. They need contributors though so pleaseeeee have a look and put your name down. You won't be sorry! If you have any questions, let me know!<br />
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RIP Chinua Achebe, one more Nigerian hero gone when we have so few to begin with.<br />
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Lunch break over.<br />
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Stay delightful xx<br />
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<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-91575505321978869632013-01-16T17:10:00.001+00:002013-01-17T10:54:41.525+00:00Friendship by force <br />
If you didn't read about my 'interesting' summer romance and the subsequent break up, then please read part <a href="http://www.misscarameld.com/2012/09/dishing-on-dish.html" target="_blank">one</a> and part <a href="http://www.misscarameld.com/2012/10/the-dish-has-gone-cold-spoilt-and-is.html" target="_blank">two</a> for this post to make sense.<br />
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Around November I got a whatsapp message from the dude saying 'hello'. I was rushing at work and just deleted it without a thought. Then around Christmas time I got a 'Merry Christmas' message and that's when I seriously realised that he was trying to start up a conversation. I was seriously baffled. As in my non-existent eyebrows went up to my hairline. All I could think about was that I had to learn how to block people on whatsapp, but again it was rush rush rush in the kitchen and I didn't pay it any mind.<br />
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When I finally made it to the a tiny little village in Somerset with my girls for a little holiday (pictures coming soon), I got the the first line of the message (I was doing a miniature hike) and only remembered to reply the next day. The following conversation ensued.......<br />
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2/1/2013 15:26: Him: Its a new year, and a time for a fresh start, can we be friends?<br />
3/1/2013 21:12: Me: Hi, I wish you no ill will but no we can't be friends.<br />
3/1/2013 21:14: Him: Then u DO wish me ill will<br />
3/1/2013 21:15: Him: And it says to me, that u don't have a forgiving heart<br />
3/1/2013 21:15: Him: But thanks for responding at least<br />
3/1/2013 21:15: Him: That is better than the rudeness of ignoring me<br />
3/1/2013 21:23: Me: Actually, no it doesn't but feel free to interpret it how you see fit... Certain that there isn't any form of friendship that you could offer, that I'd be interested in. In the interests of civility let's start as we mean to go on with no further conversation.<br />
3/1/2013 21:46: Him: How u can be certain of that, without knowing the future of having any ill will against me, is a wonder. However, I have no intention of imposing my friendship on u. I just felt that as it is a new year, let all old things pass, besides whatever, we did like each other and got on well enough. I won't bother u again.<br />
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Doesn't he realise that he is one of the 'old things' that have to pass in 2012. After how this dude behaved towards me and his own admissions that he was faking his behaviour with me, exactly how are we meant to be friends? After that last phone conversation we had in when we broke up, I seriously had chills. I thought to myself, all may not be OK with this bloke oh. The deluded arrogance of it all just baffles me!<br />
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Shebi he was looking for girls to have sex with asap? Oya go and find them now. Why are you looking here? Hmm. Wonders shall never cease.<br />
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A helicopter went down during rush hour near my part of the city this morning, killing two people and placing eleven people in hospital. May the souls of the departed rest in peace and may those in hospital have a full recovery. When you leave your house in the morning and get back safely at night everyday, it really is a mini miracle.<br />
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-514469034383225012013-01-08T18:03:00.001+00:002013-01-11T11:51:31.001+00:00It's a good time for a change <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My blog turned five last June and I didn't celebrate it which was very naughty. It was a rough time in the year and I let it slide, but better late than never! Can you believe I have been yapping my mouth for five years! Whaaat?! That's crazy.</div>
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When I started blogging I had just moved to Nigeria for NYSC and I was so adrift. I was miserable because I felt my Dad had forced my hand and had rushed me home when I wasn't ready and quite broke! I was also terribly homesick for London and missed my then object of my affection, my friends and my ordered life. </div>
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It was <a href="http://alittlelightisallweneed.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Sirius</a> who got me into blogging. She was my land lady/ride and die/partner in crime at the time and she used to read blogs and told me to start writing for my own mental health and the lady was right! I also had something to write about because life was just that delicious and crazy. I called my blog 'The Diary of a Lost One' because truly that is how I felt. Not one single external person read my blog then, just Sirius and two of our friends in Lagos but it didn't matter because it was just so darn therapeutic. I started getting blog traffic when Sirius' new friend *ahem* and future husband, <a href="http://redoje.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Freaksho</a> linked my url on his blog roll. From then I got linked into this new world and I loved it!! </div>
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Five years have passed and honestly I don't feel lost any more. God knows I still don't have all the answers and I'm making my way in the world but I feel empowered and in control of my life so I believe this new year is a good time to say good bye to the lost one and hello to grown up me :)</div>
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My new url is now www.misscarameld.com (but it is the same site) and my blog has been renamed Miss Caramel's Diary. If you still type in thediaryofalostone.blogspot.com it will re-direct you but I would be very grateful if you changed my name on your blog roll to usher in the New Year and celebrate my five years. Come and join the madness, there is plenty Fanta and chin chin for everyone!</div>
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-57619365878755723672013-01-07T14:02:00.001+00:002013-01-07T14:52:55.542+00:00New Year Thanksgiving First a little hymn.....<br />
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Happy New Year lovely people! I hope this year finds you fit and healthy and ready to tackle the year. The above hymn was what I was singing while I took my driving test in the pouring rain and I passed!!! Hurrah! Praise the Lord! It was a long time coming and I'm super thrilled. How did my Mum celebrate? She took off her wig and repeatedly threw it in the air. I'm not lying!</div>
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Another point of thanksgiving is that even though kidnappers took our in-law from the front of his house in Enugu, he was returned unharmed a few days later! I was so petrified, my knees were shaking. With kidnapping incidents it can all go terrible wrong and I want to thank God that he was safely returned to his family as a lot of people are not so fortunate. </div>
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My family friend was stabbed and by a gang of black boys at a New Years Eve party in Clapham, London. They chased him through the streets and if not for the fact that he is athletic and a good runner, they would have killed him. He has had surgery on his left arm and will need about 18 months healing time as there was extensive nerve damage. On my knees, thanking God as young black boys lives in London can be very cheap.</div>
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I don't bother with resolutions, just goal points! My two most pressing ones are financial stability and my continued weight loss. So far I'm 11kg down since mid September and I hope to continue to 30kg by April. I pray that all your goals will come to pass this year. Remember to pray for what you need, not what you want. </div>
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CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-43822996690938338332012-10-03T18:10:00.000+01:002012-10-04T17:45:25.666+01:00The Dish has gone cold, spoilt and is now in the bin.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Following up from the last post, we tried to meet up over three weeks and the two dates we were free for, I had to cancel due to work and my terrible memory. In between that time, when he started conversations on BBM and I replied, he wouldn't reply. Apart from that, no other forms of communication passed between both of us.<br />
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So fast forward to Monday he stared another BBM conversation and I replied saying I didn't want to get into another conversation where he will vanish, so he said he would call me that night. He called and started off by trying to imply that our lack of communication over the past three weeks was why he wanted to split up. I had to reign in that line pretty sharpish by pointing out that I could pin point the moment when he stopped caring and it was late August. The calls disappeared. I would call and he wouldn't call back. I would send a message on BBM and you can see he has read it, then no reply until two days later.<br />
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That's when he started his long politician's talk about he wants an 'adult relationship' (read sex on a plate), and that he can't deal with someone who lives with their family and he can't stay over at night and I can't come over to his. He said the breaking point was when he took me to see Dbanj and that when we got back, I made up my bed for him and went to sleep in my parent's room. (LMAO). That was 27 August I think.<br />
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So after he finished talking, I calmly told him, that that is why people date....to find out about each other. If you do not like the fact that I'm in no rush to sleep with you, you should have said it since and bounced your separate way. Why stretch it out, waste my time, and spoil my birthday pictures? I told him he wants his own version of an 'adult relationship' and good luck with his search. I now realised why whenever I bring up my brother and my family, he would brush or rush the conversation. Yes, I am an adult who has bought a house with her Mother and I am proud that after seven years of wahala, we won the right for my adopted brother to live here. If you can't accept me, then piss off!<br />
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Gosh, there was so much bullshit on the phone that night, something about and I quote 'he is tired of ACTING like a good boy for fake good girls, like his ex who wouldn't sleep with him but was shagging someone else apparently'!! I used my last patient breath to tell him he doesn't have the monopoly on lying and cheating exs and that he should judge each girl on her own case. I never lied or played games. That is not and never will be my style.<br />
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Anyway my people I wished him good luck with his life and dropped the phone. After promptly deleting him on Facebook and BBM, I got a Whatsapp message from him saying 'That was quick'!<br />
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I saw this coming a mile off and my affection for him had dried up like the Sahara a while back so I thank God, I'm not upset. I'm more upset that with one major fault, I failed my practical driving test the next morning. So please pray for me to pass on my next try, which hopefully will be soon.<br />
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We met at the end of July at a work thing. It was a community fair and I was representing my college and he was representing his organisation. I was feeling really unwell with with what would turn out to be laryngitis and was just waiting for my back up to arrive so I could go home and rest. I didn't understand why this guy was hovering around our stand, even though he picked up an info pack. I actually thought he wanted to hit on my student hahahaha!<br />
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Anywhos, we got talking and the conversation was flowing so easily. He works in the medical field and could tell by my cough that all was not well, so we didn't talk long. We exchanged phone numbers and I made way home.<br />
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For the next week as my condition got worse and I was home off sick, we used to talk and text (lost my voice), at least three times a day. I found out we had loads in common, he was went to the boys school next door to mine and he had grown up in the East. He was shocked because he didn't think I was Nigerian, much less Igbo and then triple shocked that I could speak Igbo (I love when people underestimate that).<br />
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After house arrest was over, we went on a lunch date and a stroll in the park. He was on it and I loved the attention. (It's been a while since I had a decent type of male attention). We talked about Nigeria, families, movies, music, work, the lot. Even with the random British rain attack while in the park, it was a good day.<br />
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We met up a few times over the next couple weeks and it was all gravy, funny and cool. But very soon, sex came up. Two weeks I think. I don't want to go into too much detail because my blog is not amebo proof (hehehe). The long and short of it is that over two weeks we kept arguing about me not wanting to have sex with him and the more we 'discussed' it, the more turned off him I became. According to him, I was the FIRST girl he had dated who hadn't jumped into the sack with him straight away and he felt that I was rejecting him in a sense. I stood my ground and gave my points and we laid it to rest.<br />
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The weird thing is, even though things were cool. It had dented my impression of him. The question mark was there flavoured with a hint of disappointment as well. The butterflies were also well and truly gone and I was searching for them the way our Mothers used to look for their slippers with a torch light when NEPA took the light. But we were steadily going about our business. He took me to the Dbanj concert and we still talked but he had stopped telling me when he was free and stuff like that, as he didn't want to 'assume' anything. *eye roll*.<br />
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Roll on to my birthday. We went out the weekend before my actual birthday and he met all my friends and we were dancing and having a good time. He went all territorial which I noticed he does in public, to mark me as his woman etc etc. We met on Wednesday and went to the movies and we spoke about me being angry that I had to work on my birthday weekend as no one could cover me for a work event that he was also attending. With all that gist and also adding to the fact that he is on my BBM and Facebook, how could he FORGET MY BIRTHDAY!<br />
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The whole day passed and went and not a peep. I called and asked him and he said 'Oh isn't it next weekend?'. Gosh! I was weak. The killer for me was when I saw him at the event on Sunday where we were working, he still didn't apologize, or anything! Not even Happy Freaking Birthday! I was fuming and just went cold because all sorts of crazy stuff was going wrong with our equipment and staff, so had to keep it professional.<br />
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All in all, I'm sad because I can't even see the guy I liked in the first place only a month and half ago! It's all gone pear shaped and so quickly as well. I can't see any attention or care and that for me is so so so very important. Unfortunately I can't help but think a lot of stuff started going wonky after the sex talk. I told him if the situation was not right for him he should bounce (no hard feelings). The birthday thing was really hurtful. Was he scared that I would need a big gift or something? I'm not even like that and have never been. We are meeting on Sunday for 'a talk'. So there we go. My dish has gone cold. The question is whether to return or try and re-heat.<br />
<br />CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-39410675588973070612012-07-31T12:24:00.001+01:002012-07-31T12:35:12.531+01:00Grumpy knickers & Olympics<br />
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At this very moment while I'm writing this post, I'm a little bit irritated. OK, I'm a lot irritated. Also I am annoyed at myself FOR being irritated because I think I'm being silly. </div>
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Hang in there with me, this is going somewhere. </div>
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All in all these are exciting times in my world. After all our moaning and complaining and worrying, the Olympics have landed on our doorstep and really it is worth the hype. I'm very proud to live in the host city, I'm proud that so far there have been no nasty debacles and it's nice to have all sorts of languages and visitors on the Tube chattering away excitedly in different languages and asking you questions ranging from how to catch a particular train to wondering where I got my nails done. </div>
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The opening ceremony was gripping funny and emotional. I do think that without a good commentator a lot of people would have been confused about some of the imagery but it was wonderful. When The Queen turned around in the Bond clip, you could hearing screaming up and down my street (hahahahaha) and Mr Bean (Rowan Atkinson) was comedic genius. Between Abide with Me with Emile Sande, Beckham in the speedboat, the history of music with the dance sequences, the hot male athletes that all seem to live in the Caribbean and the lighting of the Olympic Torch, I was gripped for 4 hours.</div>
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So I should be enjoying Olympic fever, right? </div>
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I've also met someone who for the first time in a very long time ticks all the boxes. You would be amazed, how hard it is to find a smart, decent young Nigerian man in this London (who is single, the married ones who want you as the side girl are plenty). It is early days yet, but we cool. </div>
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I should be enjoying right?</div>
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Can you see why I'm annoyed at myself?</div>
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I just feel tired and that is making me feel very removed from everything. After a few horrid months at work, I had one week off, then promptly fell ill with Laryngitis and fever. The doc wouldn't give me any antibiotics and said I should just let it pass through my body! WTH? So I had another week off with that and guilt has made me go back to work but I still feel awful, achy and tired. The cough won't leave me alone either. So I don't know if that is what is just irritating me. I feel very unwell. If anyone has any hints and tips that could help me get my body back, I would be very grateful, so I can go back to enjoying my Olympics/my dates and not be such a grumpy knickers!</div>
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PS Recent events have made me realised that my blog is not very anonymous at all, so I'm going to go back to basics with a few changes to get a bit of the privacy back. I'll keep you posted. <br />
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Stay delightful xxxCaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-16878677123453858712012-06-25T13:25:00.001+01:002012-06-25T13:25:07.336+01:00C'mon!!OK OK OK <br />
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This is not what I am meant to blog about. We have seriously back dated stories to get through but I just had to share this because I am weak. How can a guy send me a 'hey how are you doing/want to get to know you better' email to me and another lady AT THE SAME TIME!! To make it worse I was bcc'ed! Did he think I wouldn't see it? The fool was meant to bcc both of us (if you want to be undercover) and just did me so I can see the original recepient. <br />
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I am just tired. I can't even spark. This is foolishness on a whole new level. So please over to you. How do I reply? <br />
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PS Don't even think about telling me to ignore this. I must let him know I saw!CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-79450612452030359532012-06-11T15:12:00.001+01:002012-06-11T15:55:37.156+01:00Status Update<ul>
<li>It has been over a week since my cousin died in the Dana air crash that took the lives of an estimated 200 people including all those aboard the flight. I continually pray for her soul and the rest of the departed because I think that is truly one of the worst ways to die, so unexpected and unprepared. My family in Lagos reports that they haven't identified her body and that the conditions in the morgue were very distressing. After a week of serious anger and horrid nightmares, I'm not going to go into the why and wherefores of the crash because I truly believe that only God knows why. What annoys me now, is that even after the horror of the crash, grieving relatives have to have a bad situation made worse. My cousin is a hardened man but even he was shocked and moved to tears over how some bodies were left on the floor. Is that truly necessary? Why can't we even pretend, for a while at least, that we know how to do something correctly from beginning to end? I'm tired. May their souls find rest and my their families and friends find the strength and love to carry on through their pain. Amen.</li>
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<li>In other also not so cheery news. Work has broken me in the past month. I think I came home and cried no less than three times in the past month. I know most people have bad times at work from time to time but for me I just feel defeated because I'm not invested enough to fight my corner. I'm not saying I'm a push over but right now, I just have my eyes on the bigger picture which points to the fact that I'm not a good fit for my role anymore. It got to the point that my Dad stopped sending me stupidly, let me watch TV and actually carried my tray from when I finished eating! That's when you know I must have been in Code Red. I'm trying to grow a thicker skin as well. For the record though, there are some colleagues, that if not for the love of Christ I would have thumped them a couple of times at work. Just saying. </li>
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<li>On a much lovelier, happier note, my best friend had a bouncing baby girl on Friday. After a tough labour, they had to do an emergency C-Section but both Mum and baby are doing well. I thank God for all his mercies. I can't wait to start spoiling my princess. She comes from Ghanaian and Gambian parents but what's my own? I have already named her Adanna! I am petitioning her parents to add the name to the birth certificate but something tells me that I might not be successful! I'm in awe of my friends who are new Mums like Sirius, it is not easy at allllll! We got your back!</li>
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Stay delightful xxCaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-40611954926119647972012-05-21T23:13:00.001+01:002012-05-21T23:13:53.691+01:00Over thinking itI haven't posted in agessss. But I have so much to say. Every day someone or something is happening. Honestly I tell you, fact is stranger than fiction. I look back on my past posts and it boggles the mind. Actually boggles me that all these paragraphs came from me! It's that same feeling I get when I read my dissertation from my Masters. Something like, "Huh I wrote that? I'm smart!"<div>
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So why can't I write now? It's awful. My cousin has taken to campaigning on behalf of my readers via BBM. Nothing like a guilt trip on BBM to make you think about your life. She said something like, "You're not being fair to your readers." I was quite shocked. I never thought I had readers! People who check my pages etc etc waiting for some rant/ramblings from me. Then I felt good and bad at the same time and I promised myself I would come back and sweep out the cobwebs. </div>
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In a nutshell I think work has become insane and it saps my creativity. I used to have ideas and concepts about all sorts of things but by the time you go one week in this new work mode I'm in, all you want to do is crawl under your bed and pray to God for energy for the next day. Sometimes I just go on Twitter and shout my 140 characters into the wind to feel better but it's not the same! </div>
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Back in the day when I had creative spark, I would lay down my words with phrases and pictures and maybe the odd video clip and link to spice up the blog post but those little luxuries are gone. I need to continue blogging for my piece of mind but I will definitely be going old school with my ranty/rambling words of wonder trying to paint the picture of what the hell is going on in my head. </div>
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I have alot of lovely good news to tell you but it needs the attached back story ad I am too sleepy for that, so let us leave that for the next post eh? Yes! I said the next post. There will be one I promise. </div>
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In other news I dropped the phone on this woman from my church mid conversation which is without doubt the RUDEST thing I have ever done but I don't regret it because I have declared war. More on that later too. </div>
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Stay delightful xx </div>CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-81218109741042116312012-03-05T22:52:00.002+00:002012-03-05T22:58:04.583+00:00My personal pet hate.....<div class="msg-body inner undoreset" role="main" label="Message Body" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1330979452699246" style="margin-top: 25px; margin-right: 24px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 29px; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: hidden; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div id="yiv1852687326"><div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1330979452699243"><div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1330979452699240" style="font-family: 'bookman old style', 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 14pt; "><div><span >Sometimes I mention on Twitter from time to time, how I can't stand poor grammar or text speak in emails. I am no longer shocked with the atrocities committed in the name of communication. I just joined a group at church recently and here is an email I received from another member. Apart from his name, I have changed NOTHING! </span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> hello!</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Dear, </div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> First all let me start by Introducing myself to you. I am Mike <span style="font-size: 14pt; ">, a member ;</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; "> I came across your name in today bulletin and it sound like you are IGBO . in this </span></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">junction I pick interest in you.</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> please can I know you? I Will be glad if my request is favourable considered.</div><div id="yui_3_2_0_1_1330979452699237" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Thank,</div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> Mike.</div></div></div></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div><span >If you were me, what would you do? How would you respond?</span></div>CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186302416390596562.post-56533785649127010562012-02-16T16:14:00.000+00:002012-02-16T16:14:07.306+00:00Going through the motionsToday I feel so restless. Slightly irratable, uninspired and bored. Hardcore Buffy fans will remember the show's musical episode 'Once more with feeling'. I totally feel that the opening number is all about me right now.......<br /><br />Hope I snap out of it soon. Everything just feels hum drum and very black and white. I need technicolour excitement!<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gt7CfNO8Xdk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>CaramelDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11522210227708538405noreply@blogger.com7