Released sometime in May this year, this song by lil wayne remains one of my favourite songs yet. I like the new Lil wayne, he's kinda cool headed or is it just me? Or does prison do that to you? Who knows? Anyways this song is still top on my playlist and I'm probably recording my own version pretty soon. Watch out for that. You haven't heard it yet? Oh my then you better DOWNLOAD IT HERE!
Enjoy!
An attempt at awesome.. DIYs, make up, extreme fashion, hair.. Basically every crazy thing I do, you'll find here.
Sunday, 31 July 2011
BIG BROTHER AFRICA AMPLIFIED FINALE. WINNERS ANNOUNCED.
The show has finally come to an end. The results were unexpected and left a lot of people ranting. The night ended with Wendall and Karen both pronunced winners of the Big Brother Africa Amplified.
Details of the show as gathered from big brother's official twitter account.
The show began with Ik {the host} stepping into the house with the remaining seven contestants of the competition.
Ik then asked Lomwe about his one true in the house
'I Put my feelings out there for Hanni and she said she couldn't.
Hanni's response 'He's a sweet guy'
Vimbali says 'There's really nothing there when speaking about nibbles'
'if I had to go back to big brother, I'd live my life the same way' says Kim.
'Millicent says going to tails house was her breaking point in the game'
The evening was spiced up by performances from Nigerian Artist@wizkidayo: and @MoCheddaH also CPWAA.
Vina was first to be evicted after which she collapsed on stage when she sees her loved one.
Next to be evicted was Hanni. Luclay bursts into tears when Hanni was called out and then all of them were asked to leave the house. Amidst all the excitement, Luclay asks Lomwe to go back for his bottle in the fridge.
That left the top five amplified housemates on stage.
The sleeping hours and the workout are what
Wendall said He struggled with most.
Next to be evicted was Sharon o and Lomwe.
Three house mates remained on stage. - Karen, Luclay and Wendall.
After a performance by Fally Ipupa, Luclay is declared the Third, leaving Karen and Wendall to battle for the first position.
Thereafter, Karen and Wendall are declared the winners of Big Brother Africa Amplified leaving viewers and fans shocked.
And that brings an end to 91days of the show. We sure will miss the contestants.
~~khey~~
Details of the show as gathered from big brother's official twitter account.
The show began with Ik {the host} stepping into the house with the remaining seven contestants of the competition.
Ik then asked Lomwe about his one true in the house
'I Put my feelings out there for Hanni and she said she couldn't.
Hanni's response 'He's a sweet guy'
Vimbali says 'There's really nothing there when speaking about nibbles'
'if I had to go back to big brother, I'd live my life the same way' says Kim.
'Millicent says going to tails house was her breaking point in the game'
The evening was spiced up by performances from Nigerian Artist@wizkidayo: and @MoCheddaH also CPWAA.
Vina was first to be evicted after which she collapsed on stage when she sees her loved one.
Next to be evicted was Hanni. Luclay bursts into tears when Hanni was called out and then all of them were asked to leave the house. Amidst all the excitement, Luclay asks Lomwe to go back for his bottle in the fridge.
That left the top five amplified housemates on stage.
The sleeping hours and the workout are what
Wendall said He struggled with most.
Next to be evicted was Sharon o and Lomwe.
Three house mates remained on stage. - Karen, Luclay and Wendall.
After a performance by Fally Ipupa, Luclay is declared the Third, leaving Karen and Wendall to battle for the first position.
Thereafter, Karen and Wendall are declared the winners of Big Brother Africa Amplified leaving viewers and fans shocked.
And that brings an end to 91days of the show. We sure will miss the contestants.
~~khey~~
Bba Amplified (BIG BROTHER AFRICA AMPLIFIED)
Day 91, Week 13. The finale of big brother Africa Amplified. Today is going to be the day the deserving housemate wins. With only seven finalist remaining in the house. Catch the finale on DStv channel 198 19:00 CAT. Voting has been officially closed. Now we just wait and watch with our fingers crossed and hope the best man or woman wins the prize money 200, 000USD..
New Nigerian rock artist: clAy
clAY real name
Bianca Ada Okorocha, 21, is a Student of Business Administration at Lagos State University. Clay as she's known is a new rock act that threatens to take Nigeria by storm. We have very few rock artists in Nigeria and this young miss is definitely bringing something new and long awaited into the industry. With her new single download here already making waves on Tv station and radio, you cant help but notice her uniqueness. One can expect a whole lot from this young artist. Follow her on twitter @clayrocksu for more information and support.
I love you clay. :*
~~khey~~
Tuesday, 26 July 2011
Lone wolf. *All Alone*
Friday 7th 7:21pm
'Too tight?' The mirror looks so tiny, I cant see my legs, but my boobs look too exposed. Shelby barked. I guess I'll take that as a no. I look out the window, Delan isn't here yet. I'm so excited. It's my birthday tomorrow. Delan and I are having dinner after which I'll probably force him to go shopping with me but he's not here yet.
7:25pm
oh! I finally hear Delan's car parking out front. My heart skips a beat. I love Delan so much. He's walking towards the porch, I'm looking at him through the window. I clutch my purse and smile as he comes in. He doesn't look too good.
'what's wrong?' I ask. He probably wants to skip dinner.
7:50pm
My feet is really cold. I dont want to turn of the air conditioner. I wrap my blanket tighter. Its going to be a boring birthday tomorrow with Delan gone. He was my only friend. I still dont know why he broke up with me though. He obviously forgot my birthday. I'll be fine. Where's Shelby?. . .
1:00am Saturday.
I take a gulp of milk straight from the bottle. If momma was alive she would scold me for that. I miss Mom and Dad. They left me alone. My phone is so silent. Nobody has called yet or Is my clock too fast? I look over at the walk clock. No its not. I guess nobody cares or remembers or even cares to remember. Dragging my self back to bed. I miss Delan already. Still cant believe he broke up with me maybe thats why he hasn't called yet.
1:00pm Saturday
Big puff and the candles go off.
'I'm 24 today' my voice echoes. Shelby barks.
'Enjoy the meal' I smile. A piece of cake is healthy. Just a treat for today. Shelby doesn't like cake. I shrug. Do dogs eat cake? Shelby is making a lot of noise with his meal. What to do with the rest of the cake?
2:36pm Saturday
I'm driving through the highway. The cake is wrapped in foil. I'm going to the orphanage. Then I'll stop by the old people's home to visit Pa Simone and Madam Peckworth. Pa's stories would have to do today. I park and pull out my cheque book.
2:50pm Saturday
Hmmm... Nice hair miss orphanage attendant. I smile at her, she smiles back.
'Good Afternoon' I say. Even though nothing is good about this afternoon.
3:00pm Saturday
Cake gone. Money gone. I'm driving to the home now. My phone is so silent today. Not even a beep. I guess nobody at work looked at the calender.
6:00pm Saturday
Tv. Boring. Delan hasn't called, nobody has. Oh well. No tears baby. Dont cry. I lay on the couch. My noodles has gone cold. No appetite.
'Here Shelby' He could use the dinner more than me. I look at the clock. 6:07pm Today seems too long. I cant go to bed now, its too early. I Turn off the tv, let it watch me for a change. Now smiling at it. This is weird.
6:15pm
I cant seem to find this T-shirt. I know it's here somewhere. I Pour out all my clothes from the drawer. Oh where are you? Next drawer. Nothing. Third I find it. Delan's jersey. I smile and sniff it. Smells just like him. No i'm not gonna cry. I put it on. I feel awkward, sad and happy. I jump into bed grinning.
7:37pm
note to self, never read a romance novel after a harsh break up. I drop the book. I still cant sleep. Turn on my radio. Blues no. More blues. No thanks. Reggae. I'll pass. Rock. Too noisy. Hip hop. Cool. Distracting.
Sunday 9th. 10:00am.
I must have been more tired than I realized. My phone is off. I left the radio on all night. I plug it and look in the mirror. 'Hello there No church?' i'm too late. Damn! I'm hungry. Shower first.
12:15pm
T-shirt and jeans. No make up. The breeze blowing my hair. I feel like i'm in a movie. I get to the restaurant and order the usual.
12:26pm
I pay and say goodbye. . . The street is really busy. I could have taken shelby for a walk. A car driver by really fast. I want to scream at the driver but I dont. I pass by the bakery and inhale the assaulting aroma. Smells good but always tastes bad. I chuckle. Staring into the flower shop. It Always looks so colourful. I bump into someone and start to apologize. I wasn't looking.
7:25pm
oh! I finally hear Delan's car parking out front. My heart skips a beat. I love Delan so much. He's walking towards the porch, I'm looking at him through the window. I clutch my purse and smile as he comes in. He doesn't look too good.
'what's wrong?' I ask. He probably wants to skip dinner.
7:50pm
My feet is really cold. I dont want to turn of the air conditioner. I wrap my blanket tighter. Its going to be a boring birthday tomorrow with Delan gone. He was my only friend. I still dont know why he broke up with me though. He obviously forgot my birthday. I'll be fine. Where's Shelby?. . .
1:00am Saturday.
I take a gulp of milk straight from the bottle. If momma was alive she would scold me for that. I miss Mom and Dad. They left me alone. My phone is so silent. Nobody has called yet or Is my clock too fast? I look over at the walk clock. No its not. I guess nobody cares or remembers or even cares to remember. Dragging my self back to bed. I miss Delan already. Still cant believe he broke up with me maybe thats why he hasn't called yet.
1:00pm Saturday
Big puff and the candles go off.
'I'm 24 today' my voice echoes. Shelby barks.
2:36pm Saturday
I'm driving through the highway. The cake is wrapped in foil. I'm going to the orphanage. Then I'll stop by the old people's home to visit Pa Simone and Madam Peckworth. Pa's stories would have to do today. I park and pull out my cheque book.
2:50pm Saturday
Hmmm... Nice hair miss orphanage attendant. I smile at her, she smiles back.
'Good Afternoon' I say. Even though nothing is good about this afternoon.
Cake gone. Money gone. I'm driving to the home now. My phone is so silent today. Not even a beep. I guess nobody at work looked at the calender.
6:00pm Saturday
Tv. Boring. Delan hasn't called, nobody has. Oh well. No tears baby. Dont cry. I lay on the couch. My noodles has gone cold. No appetite.
'Here Shelby' He could use the dinner more than me. I look at the clock. 6:07pm Today seems too long. I cant go to bed now, its too early. I Turn off the tv, let it watch me for a change. Now smiling at it. This is weird.
6:15pm
7:37pm
note to self, never read a romance novel after a harsh break up. I drop the book. I still cant sleep. Turn on my radio. Blues no. More blues. No thanks. Reggae. I'll pass. Rock. Too noisy. Hip hop. Cool. Distracting.
Sunday 9th. 10:00am.
I must have been more tired than I realized. My phone is off. I left the radio on all night. I plug it and look in the mirror. 'Hello there No church?' i'm too late. Damn! I'm hungry. Shower first.
12:15pm
T-shirt and jeans. No make up. The breeze blowing my hair. I feel like i'm in a movie. I get to the restaurant and order the usual.
12:26pm
I pay and say goodbye. . . The street is really busy. I could have taken shelby for a walk. A car driver by really fast. I want to scream at the driver but I dont. I pass by the bakery and inhale the assaulting aroma. Smells good but always tastes bad. I chuckle. Staring into the flower shop. It Always looks so colourful. I bump into someone and start to apologize. I wasn't looking.
Lone Wolf *forever alone*
12:35pm
'I'm sorry' I say and look up. It's Delan. He's wearing the blue shirt I gave him. Blue always looks good on him.
'It's ok Sherry' He says and smiles. 'How are you?' He asks.
'I'm fine' I smile back. What do you care?
12:37pm
He's walking away. I start to cross the road. I turn around and call him back. He turns and stares at me. Time to do what I see movies.
'It was my birthday yesterday' I say walking with my back. He begins to speak, I lift a finger. I dont wanna hear it. He looks stunned, thats enough for me. I smile then I hear a horn behind me. I turn around as fast as I can a truck is heading straight at me. Seconds away. I cant move. I'm stunned. Staring wide eyed. Is it going to hit me? I hear Delan scream my name. Its too late. I feel the impact of the fender colliding with my abdomen. Oh it hurts. I'm flying and screaming. I Land on the pavement. My back, my leg. Everywhere hurts. People screaming. I can hear Delan shout. But whats he saying. I cant move. I feel something really cold. Its my blood trickling into my eyes. I cant keep my eyes open. The voices so loud slowly fading away. Where's Shelby?
12:40:15pm
I see a white light, its so bright.
'I'm sorry' I say and look up. It's Delan. He's wearing the blue shirt I gave him. Blue always looks good on him.
'It's ok Sherry' He says and smiles. 'How are you?' He asks.
'I'm fine' I smile back. What do you care?
12:37pm
He's walking away. I start to cross the road. I turn around and call him back. He turns and stares at me. Time to do what I see movies.
'It was my birthday yesterday' I say walking with my back. He begins to speak, I lift a finger. I dont wanna hear it. He looks stunned, thats enough for me. I smile then I hear a horn behind me. I turn around as fast as I can a truck is heading straight at me. Seconds away. I cant move. I'm stunned. Staring wide eyed. Is it going to hit me? I hear Delan scream my name. Its too late. I feel the impact of the fender colliding with my abdomen. Oh it hurts. I'm flying and screaming. I Land on the pavement. My back, my leg. Everywhere hurts. People screaming. I can hear Delan shout. But whats he saying. I cant move. I feel something really cold. Its my blood trickling into my eyes. I cant keep my eyes open. The voices so loud slowly fading away. Where's Shelby?
12:40:15pm
~~THE END~~
Monday, 25 July 2011
Random thought
Gmail gets really annoying and so frustrating. Every message is a spam. Smh cant send my actual post now because it seems google is having pms and not delivering my mail. This is with yahoo btw.. -____-
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Hoe My Gawd. Bow Wow's baby mama is a hoe.
Yup yup I said it. I'm sure you know by now that bow wow has a daughter named Shai moss. Joie Chavis, the video vixen and show girl is his baby mama. Its shocking to hear though. Cus she's a slut as far as I know. I mean google miss Joie and you get nudes of her. Is that who our charming little bow wow hooked up with? Like seriously, my heart broke when I heard he had a daughter and then I did some research on the twenty-one year old mother. :| She's a hoe. Who sleeps with a video vixen!?? A show girl!!? Yup yup our very own suicidal bow wow. Its good to know though that the baby has changed his perspective on life and he isn't thinking about suicide anymore. And oh shai is so cute just like her dad. Imagine a seven years old Shai seeing magazines of her mum with no clothes on. Epic stuff. :|
Chavis doesn't even wanna include bow wow's name in the birth certificate cus according to her he came to the clinic six days after her delivery (emergency c-section btw). Fact is bow wow didn't believe the baby was his until the blood work was done. And now he want the baby all to himself, I dont see that happening tho. I have a feeling these two will end up in court. More drama, more gossip. xox
Chavis doesn't even wanna include bow wow's name in the birth certificate cus according to her he came to the clinic six days after her delivery (emergency c-section btw). Fact is bow wow didn't believe the baby was his until the blood work was done. And now he want the baby all to himself, I dont see that happening tho. I have a feeling these two will end up in court. More drama, more gossip. xox
Monday, 11 July 2011
Whoop! Whoop!
Its monday morning, and I'm feeling so rebellious today. I think I'm finally getting in touch with my teenage side because right now all I want to do is get a nose ring and a tattoo. Maybe, maybe not. Who knows I just might. :)
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Who Am I?
No I'm not like every girl. I'm me. You know what makes me different? No you dont. Only I can know that. I'm the kinda girl that never wants anything but I do need everything and I have nothing =>The twist of my mind. I've learnt something this past week. Its easier to be sad than to be happy. At least for me it is. So I choose when to be happy and I'm trying not to cry so often and I'm getting good it and also at hiding my emotions. This past week was revealing. What did I do? Well nothing. I was in my room all through monday. I switched off my phone and laptop. I laid on the floor. And I was there for 24hours. I know right. Thats my life now. Nothing is happening, I'm just drifting. I dont even read anymore. I've read all the novels in the study over three times each. And my textbooks are pretty boring. I went out only once this week. I went to the programmer and tried my hacking skills on some twitter accounts. That didn't go too well though. But
I'll keep trying. :D I cant get arrested by the way. Dont ask why? I dont like bragging. :| well so sunday, thats today I aint doing shit. In bed all day. Ate, slept and now i'm sending emails to my blog. Well my life really is boring. B) I wonder how I stay alive though. I guess you'll never know. I also learnt to appreciate who I am. Thats why i'm sending this mail. Because I have accepted my writing, i'm not trying to be who I aint. Thats what makes me unique innit. I'm me buddies. B)
I'll keep trying. :D I cant get arrested by the way. Dont ask why? I dont like bragging. :| well so sunday, thats today I aint doing shit. In bed all day. Ate, slept and now i'm sending emails to my blog. Well my life really is boring. B) I wonder how I stay alive though. I guess you'll never know. I also learnt to appreciate who I am. Thats why i'm sending this mail. Because I have accepted my writing, i'm not trying to be who I aint. Thats what makes me unique innit. I'm me buddies. B)
i'm fine btw.
Just
disappeared.
cheers!!
Whoever said hardwork always pays, lied.
I know a lot of people are braced up and ready to argue with me to death on this, but I'm writing this from my experience in life.
It all started with the baby, that affected her life a whole more than she'll ever admit. Having a child meant going on a maternity leave from work, maybe if she had known she was never coming back, maybe she wouldn't have had the child. It was her second child, five years after the first. The pregnancy hurt, going to work daily was another problem. Her husband barely had enough to feed three, now a fourth member was on its way. She secretly prayed it was a boy. That'll be really nice, having a son for her husband. Maybe then her father will finally agree to their marriage, maybe then her mum will allow her visit or her brother might decide to help them. A boy she hoped for. Well she had a girl and things didn't change, they only got worse. Maybe this second child was a curse. Her husband was jobless, they could barely send the kids to school. Feeding was difficult. She worked, oh she tried her best, walking over 10km daily selling chemicals to printers
and dry cleaners. The profit was little but at least there was profit. Years went by slowly, things still the same. Three years later she was pregnant again. She prayed this was the right thing to do, have another child. With the arrival of the third, her husband managed to find a job. It didn't pay much but it was better than before. The days of hunger slowly reduced, the chemical business wasn't going too well, age was telling on her. She couldn't walk so far anymore. Her customers reduced. They barely paid the rent, the landlord wasn't making it any easier. The church rented a room for them, the relocated. Three years had passed since the last child. Her husband had found a job somewhere in the island. Things were getting better, she got pregnant and had a boy. Well today, she's in her husband house and no its just a tiny upgrade. Things aren't better. Her husband has the money but he'll rather spend it on people that weren't there when they could
barely feed. She has no job. She does nothing but to stay indoors 24/7. You can hear her crying everyday. Her kids are barely holding on. But he, well he lives comfortably, has the latest shoes, thousands of clothes when she barely has any. She wants to die and I think she should. Cus whats the point really?? Well not every struggle pays. And if it does, i'm still waiting for the day this woman will cry tears of joy. Time is ticking Dear God...
It all started with the baby, that affected her life a whole more than she'll ever admit. Having a child meant going on a maternity leave from work, maybe if she had known she was never coming back, maybe she wouldn't have had the child. It was her second child, five years after the first. The pregnancy hurt, going to work daily was another problem. Her husband barely had enough to feed three, now a fourth member was on its way. She secretly prayed it was a boy. That'll be really nice, having a son for her husband. Maybe then her father will finally agree to their marriage, maybe then her mum will allow her visit or her brother might decide to help them. A boy she hoped for. Well she had a girl and things didn't change, they only got worse. Maybe this second child was a curse. Her husband was jobless, they could barely send the kids to school. Feeding was difficult. She worked, oh she tried her best, walking over 10km daily selling chemicals to printers
and dry cleaners. The profit was little but at least there was profit. Years went by slowly, things still the same. Three years later she was pregnant again. She prayed this was the right thing to do, have another child. With the arrival of the third, her husband managed to find a job. It didn't pay much but it was better than before. The days of hunger slowly reduced, the chemical business wasn't going too well, age was telling on her. She couldn't walk so far anymore. Her customers reduced. They barely paid the rent, the landlord wasn't making it any easier. The church rented a room for them, the relocated. Three years had passed since the last child. Her husband had found a job somewhere in the island. Things were getting better, she got pregnant and had a boy. Well today, she's in her husband house and no its just a tiny upgrade. Things aren't better. Her husband has the money but he'll rather spend it on people that weren't there when they could
barely feed. She has no job. She does nothing but to stay indoors 24/7. You can hear her crying everyday. Her kids are barely holding on. But he, well he lives comfortably, has the latest shoes, thousands of clothes when she barely has any. She wants to die and I think she should. Cus whats the point really?? Well not every struggle pays. And if it does, i'm still waiting for the day this woman will cry tears of joy. Time is ticking Dear God...
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