Going Poetic.....

One of my friends posted this note on facebook and I just had to share it via this blog... if u ask me for my opinion, it struck me as... let’s just say it got me thinking... when I will ever feel this way about someone (a girl that is...

MY IDEAL LOVE

I want a love like you thinking of me thinking of you thinking of me type of love

Or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type of love

Or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type of love or seeing how good your first name sounds so good to my last name

I wanted to see how far I could go without calling or thinking about you and I barely made it out of my room

I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep and wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love or wondering who loves the other more, what’s she doing at this exact moment or slow dancing with her in the middle of my room to the music of our hearts closing my eyes and imagining how love is cos it hurts when she's not there.

I want to place all those little post-it notes all around my room so she doesn’t need to guess how much I love her

and just like in secondary school, I want to spend hours on the phone not saying a word, fall asleep and see her right next to me, feel her soft smooth silky body, feel at peace whenever she’s with me cos that’s the effect she has on me

I wanna count how many ways I love her then loose count halfway and have to start all over again type of love,

I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries, even if they really aren’t anniversaries but just do it

I wanna fall in the ring tone my phone plays when she calls and talk to her till I loose my breath cos she leaves me breathless expending my lungs then I inhale all of her back into me

I want a love that makes me need to change my gsm caller plan to something that allows me talk longer to her cos in all honesty 24 hours isn’t enough to tell her how much I love her, even if God extends the days to 50 hours, it wont still be enough to let her know how I feel about her.

I want a love that makes me stu stu stu stu stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type of love and

I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair as a symbol of how I feel about her type of love
I want a love that makes me want to cross a busy road, hit hit by a bus, loose my memory, get transported to another state or country, maybe up north, just to get treated and someday meet up again with her so I can fall in love with her again in a different language and see whether it still feels the same type of love and

I want a love that is unexplainable as she is and till I meet her…………………

Like I said earlier, its really deep, seriously, I wonder if someone will ever make me feel this way or better still, do people especially in Naija still feel this way? and frankly does this type of love still exist? Anyway, if you do find someone that makes you feel this way, don’t hesitate to tell me… maybe she’ll have a sister (lol)
Ciao…

april fools day hasnt even started and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

im getting fustrated, its like past one on the first of april and im batlin against the forces of evil as something has suddenly posessed my phone and laptop!!! (all my enemies DIE BY FIRE!!!!!!) my laptop refused to install another antivirus and is just in its own world and my phone suddenly corrupted all my messages!!!(SOB SOB!!) Now im a collector of text messages so imagine loosing over 600 messages in one night! i nearly smashed the phone but quickly remembered that... well no money to buy another one(SHIT!!!)In short, im so pissed i gont know wot im typing!!!

i stumbled on this note by one of my exschool mates Ivypoems and well... im not much of a poet sha and una know say na expo we deh carry for english class that year (chuckle...) but i know something thats gud and so i decided to share, enjoy...

HE, SHE, YOU AND I ARE ALL LOST

I’m lost because life’s complexity keeps arriving at my doorstep more often than simplicity
I’m lost because she let me in her world and now I’m lost in it
I’m lost because when I go to University I don’t understand most lectures.
You are lost because you keep letting your schooling get in the way of your education
I’m lost because most times I look in the mirror who I see is not who I expected to see
You are lost because you sometimes doubt the Creators amazing grace
You are lost because you are always lusting over the opposite sex
You are lost because you have dreams but you never chase your dreams
You are lost if for one split moment you believed in Darwinism
She’s lost because she’s deeply in love with him; he is just in lust with her bosom
He is lost because he thinks knocking the boots with loads of girls makes him a real man
I’m lost because my parents didn’t teach me anything about the birds and the bees
I’m lost because instead of revising for my exams, but I’m on Facebook constantly refreshing my homepage for updates and news


She’s lost because she thinks she’s hotter than the sun and the world revolves around her big behind
He is lost because he can’t be himself in a world that’s constantly trying to change everyone
She’s lost because she keeps going where any path leads instead of going where there’s no path and leave a new trail
Those couples over there are lost because they are unaware that their hottest love now might have the coldest ending later
I am lost because most times my mind travels like water travels through pipes, leaving me mesmerized and dazzled.


My mate Dave is lost because he keeps letting the few good girls slip through his hands like grains of sand. He is oblivious that a bird in hand is worth two in the bush.
She’s lost because she’s irresponsible, hence she can’t think likely or hopeful of the future
He’s lost because he sees every gorgeous girl as a natural born beehive with honey filled to the top for him to tap some of it
You are lost because you never judge me by my questions, you only judge by my answers. Why?
I’m lost because my lack of clarity about some of my friends’ actions brings about cautious anxiety when I do associate with them
She’s lost because she lacks self esteem, neither does she take pride in how far she has come nor does she have faith in how far she can go in life.
I’m lost because every time she smiles at me, my heart jumps and I’m consumed with shyness plainly because her smile is as bright as a fluorescent lamp
This world is a big place; we all get lost or lose something at some point,
You are not alone,
We can’t help it, 
We just can’t help it.
You think you can control it??? Get lost.

                                                                    P.S

Met someone last week...lets see how it goes, but like one of my personalities will say, she could be the one. only time will tell