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Happy new month and new week people.

Me myself and I am very exhausted these days, I feel somewhat brought down today. I hate that because I firmly believe in being positive and thankful. Nothing else is healthy for the spirit. So I need to snap out of this ASAP.
I am just so tired of my back problems. Since I started going to physical therapy there's been no change at all, infact I've gotten worse. I start this hopeless thinking "is this going to last the rest of my life?" - I've had it for over 1 1/2 year now. It's really, really bugging me almost every moment of every day. On top of that, the therapist forbid me from any physical activity and that SUCKS. I am yearning to get back to my fitness. I have no problems with my body but I feel like crap. My body isn't supposed to be cracking and giving me problems at this age. I have also discovered that the more my operated finger heals, the worse it looks (i.e it's giving me more and more trouble) so it looks I have to operate AGAIN. My massacred finger. My corned beef finger. Lol. Oh, and yesterday I tore out the piercing in my nose by accident. Talk about PAIN. It was halfway out, halfway in, bleeding. I needed help to push it back in. Now my nose is all runny, tickly and sore.
What else? I think I am starting to panic about quitting my job and starting school again. I'm not sure how I am going to deal with that serious lack of money. I was just on facebook and saw a correspondance between two of my friends:

A's status update: Can someone please invite me out for dinner?
B's comment: Oh, I would love to, but I have nothing except chinese noodles to offer. Correction; Can someone please invite US out for dinner?
A: Shall we start dancing for money?
C's comment: I'll pay you 5 kr (like 5 cents) to watch!
B's comment: Cool, then I can buy another packet of noodles!

Need I say more?

But hey, I am ultra-responsible, I am sure I will make the most out of my money cuz I'm like the best money-saver ever *trying to convince myself there'll be no problem*
Yup. Now I feel concerned fine!
On a more serious note, I realise I really shouldn't complain at all. *Slap on the hand*
I am BLESSED for this opportunity. Period. Snap out it already. Does anyone else experience that? Having this sudden panic-like pattern where you just start worrying about everything?

Changing subject, isn't that plane crash in the Atlantic just awful? Every plane crash further strengthens my fear of flying. It's so absurd, I used to love flying. Actually my dad is a pilot. He never worked as a pilot, but he has the certificate and all. So does my brother who for some reason just did it for fun (?). Whenever I travelled as a little girl, I didn't care for the travelling, only the flying. Especially take-off. I wanted to fly to space, even. Now, what has happened to me? I am scared as a rat. Growing up is no good o. (Does rats ever get scared anyway?)

Changing subject again (after all this is a random post) I'm proud to say I am not addicted to any of the recent hypes of the internet. I am not on Twitter, only on Face, but not really that active there. I was a bit tempted to get on twitter, but I don't know who I would TWIT with. The only thing I might be addicted to is blogging. But I don't have any problems getting off for days at a time. So does that really make me addicted?

Here's a cartoon for you. Can you relate?

Click to enlarge.

Right. I am off to truly enjoy my noodles.

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UPDATE on my story!

RUN and check out the update on my story! Or click very hastily I guess, on this link!


http://nosugarcoatin.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-three-ogbanje.html

I will be very annoyed if you don't check it out. Seriously.

Anyways, I am planning on keep updating these stories so I figured "The day everything changed" was a used title since the day everything changed already passed.
It is longer than the other pieces - I had no idea while writing it, I was first happy with it but then thought it was way too short after giving you a 2 week wait. It's not easy o, I wrote this in this last hour and a half at work, so any mistakes please endure. I know it is long, but pleeeease read anyway. It's not bad, I think. Lol

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My doggie also known as Oga

I've been so busy since last week, and today I've really had problems coming up with things to blog about. I guess I am not in my right blog-mood. Every thing I wanted to blog about is so serious, so since I don't want my loyal readers to grow tired from sinister subjects I decided to get on a lighter note today.

Anyways, check out my dog:


This is him on my bedside begging for me to wake up in the morning.
I was inspired my Sting's post on her dog and how Mr Lenie looked unhappy with his new hair-do. My dog doesn't have long fur so I don't need to shave him. Other than that he is a really peculiar creature I tell you. I've had dogs before but this guy is special. I picked him up on the street outside of Abuja - he was in really bad shape. A very cute ball of fur, but in very bad shape. He was way too young to have been separated from his mother and his ears were black - full of ticks. My sis who is a vet warned me that he would probably die - but somehow he didn't!

This is his little monkeypuppyass when he was in Nigeria. Real bony guy.

Look at Oga now!

He is a very perceptive dog and always in need of some TLC. So If I am trying to have a rest lying down on the sofa, he always comes to lie down on the floor in the corner of the sofa and puts his head up on the pillow with piercing eyes looking like a sad doggy begging for love. Harsh!
Now, sometimes, he is not in control of his gases and lets out a recognizable odour. If I as much as wave my hand in front of my nose or say "haaayyyy" , the guy violently wakes up and reverses with his four legs between the sofa and the coffeetable with an awkward shamed look on his face. It's not easy reversing when you have four legs. He then retreats to his real bed under the other table, folds his tail around his body as he lies down again and with a frustrated look, probably due to his inability to be close to his master (me or hubby).

Water. My other dog who is living with my parents is a lab and loves water. In fact, you can't keep her away from it. Whenever she sees the tiniest pond she has to run around and splash in it. The wetter the better.
But this guy will tip-toe around every little rainpond on the ground making sure he doesn't get his toes wet. I used to think he might be gay since he's behaves like a girl with an expensive manicure.
Now imagine the wahala every time he needs a wash. I think he suffers from anxiety when it comes to water due to how many scrubbings he had to endure as a youngster in Nigeria-full-of-ticks. The only good thing about living in a cold country is the lack of ticks. If you own a pet that is.
Hubby had to scrub him inside out including the inner part of his pink ears. Hubby is the only person capable of washing him. The crazy thing is that oga KNOWS when we are scheming to wash him. He is always craving attention, so whenever anyone calls his name, he will shortly make himself present.
But when hubby calls his name and also removes his jeans at the same time, calls him with a soft sweet voice, he knows something's up. Wherever he is, he will quickly retreat to his space under the table and pretend to be asleep, looking at me in the corner of one eye pretending he's not looking. I swear. I should like, film it to prove what I am saying is true.
Now the more hubby calls out, the more uncomfortable Zico gets (that's his real name) because he feels morally obliged to obey any order coming from the ultimate head of the house. Yet he can't seem to gain enough strength to get up on his legs and go to the shower. When hubby then comes to the room to physically get him, he runs to the other room and curls his body up in an awkward position looking like a question mark. "Are you really going to get me?"
It ends up we have to put the colar on him and drag him in. Hubby closes the door.

Now when he opens the door 20 minutes later, out storms an over-ecstatic-bundle of energy.
For the next 20 minutes he'll be propelling around the house like rotor blade high on Gatorade or something. Europhoric for the fact he survived such a life-threatening ordeal yet again! Oga is thankful for the small things in life.

P. S Update on other blog is coming soon.

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Thankful A

So, Aloted challenged me to write a thankful post based on the first letter of my name, Adaeze.
Not an easy job! I have been thinking all week what to write and my head is still short of ideas. And she hasn't even done it herself! Hehe.

I am thankful for....
Air - it's pretty obvious. Without it I wouldn't be alive. But being short of air is really a feeling that causes panic. I've climbed a few mountains, and as everyone knows, the air becomes thinner the higher you get. We are breathing it right now but we rarily think about it! So here goes, now think about it! lol
Almonds - Those nuts keep me going when I'm real hungry...
Apples - Pure apple juice is so good!

I already feel I need to be getting more serious here.. ok let me try:

Our anatomy - Studying biology (I don't, but used to) really makes one amazed and appreciative of the amazing machinery that we all really are. Every cell is meticulously designed for a purpose. Everything contiously renews itself and the only fuel we give our body is food, water and sleep. Our blood coagulates as soon as we get a scratch, and our body heals amazingly fast. Last year I had an accident and lost an inch off my little finger. My body's defence mechanism even made sure that I didn't feel a thing for the first 2-3 minutes. But when the pain set in..Don't even get me started. Anyway, I thought it would never heal. Fingers are extremely sensitive. I was in bed for a week with such excruciating pain I could not concentrate on any other thing than lying there shaking and talking. But after just 2 weeks the exterior parts of the finger was already closed up. The interior parts have taken a long time to heal, but nevertheless, it heals. Did you know the skin is considered our biggest organ and its completely renewed every month?

Animals - Animals give us the wonderful diversity we have on this planet. They all serve a purpose and we should really not take them for granted. The worms who cleans the soil, the birds who eat the insects, the bees who suck the flowers and polinate and spread the seeds, etc etc. Each animal has an unique place in the eco-system. They give us milk, eggs and meat. They help us with labour. And sometimes I feel they represent the innocence that us human beings very often lose. Very few animals are greedy, they only take what they need and don't spoil the earth in which they live. Animals are also a very untapped resource - they have trained sperm-whales to detect mines, dolphins do to the same, dogs you can use to guide blind people, guard compounds, herd sheep, detect mines, drugs, money or even cancer!

Acceptance - It's a beautiful thing when human beings accept each other in spite of difference of opinion, religion, ethnicity or race.

My abilities - I am thankful for being skilled in many different fields. No one can be perfect in anything but the amazing part of us as human beings is that we can train ourselves in almost anything. Practice makes perfect (well, almost)

Abolition - I am deeply thankful of the abolition of several horrible practices. Slave trade and death penalty are two of them (at least in many countries)

Adversity - Without it I wouldn't be the person that I am today. Adversity forms character and in most cases promote humility which I believe is a very important human quality.

Affection - One of the most beautiful feelings in our spectrum of emotions.


Last but not least - Africa. The continent where it all started. The cradle of humanity. The real origin of democracy * With its beautiful savannahs, high mountains, dry deserts and lush rainforests. It's diversity of life, be it plants, animals or human beings.

(Edit: In my own view anyway, I think African history is way too poorly recorded - the official version of the origin of democracy is Ancient Greece, but there are several examples of early quasi-democracy in Africa)

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