NJ trip, No more Public Transportation

On Thanksgiving, I found out I had an uncle that lived in NJ. Since I couldn't visit him then I went two weeks later and it was interesting. I took a bus from DC to Philly, than another bus to south NJ. The DC bus was only supposed to be at most 2 hours but it went on to about 4 hours. I sat in the row of seats just in front of the bathroom, and you know that saying "anything that can go bad will?" Well… that blasted door kept swinging open reminding those of us that got there late that we will be smelling people's business all the way to Philly! As if that wasn't bad enough, the force with which the boy, sitting next to the door, used to close that dang thing, made me feel as if I was in a department store walking through the perfume counters; Back when the sales associates used to spray unsuspecting people with scents they really could care less for. Imagine this, "Public restroom, j'adore Public restroom."

I was able to move and sit somewhere else in front that restroom area, next to this guy who seemed harmless. Some perceptions are meant to be ignored!!! He kept elbowing me in my ribs and he had the nerve to snuggle his behind on my leg!!! I kept wanting to tell him "Excuse me, do you not realize that you are sitting? On a chair on a bus? So why are you trying to play yourself by tossing and turning? All it takes is you sitting upright and resting your head back not all this other foolishness you doing. (Translation: You have to wait till the 4^th date to snuggle with me boo- boo, LOL!!!)

I was in for the shock of my life when the Bus reached Philly. I didn't realize that that city, more like the actual bus stop and surrounding area was DISGUSTING!!! I thought I wanted to go to school in that area but I know I was lying to myself. The building that I was told to go into to catch the NJ Transit, was like a gathering place for the homeless and the shady…I swear I saw dog poop by the cashier where I bought my ticket to head to South Jersey. Eww!!!" Clean up Aisle 2, Hazmat Aisle 7!!!" When deciding on a Post Graduate School this time I am taking location into account, I cannot be in an ugly city.

Anyway, this trip was the first time I would get to meet someone from my dad's side of the family that was on the east coast. It was a relaxing trip for the most part. I got to watch a movie that I have been anxious to see, and get away for the weekend. Yet I found out some things and realized some things that I wished I had not come across. You know certain things about family members that you could have done without knowing. But, no need in going over that stuff it was not fun when I heard it the first time.

The only thing I really did that weekend was go to my uncle's group "End of the year Party," I was supposed to be an out of town guest, but ended up being an out of town host and new booty to all the men with eyes. Why that comment? Well, I was a new face, no one knew me and I knew no one. The men young and old were salivating.

Playa#1: Married; kids; beer belly and still clubbin; coward, asked a young girl to come up to me to get the hook up.

Playa#2: symbiotic relationship with his phone, too young, short and anti-social.

Playa#3: Extravert; a little slick, very polite

Playa#4: Old enough to be my dad, no other comment.

ALL liked to get "wet" as in drink like fishes and no, not water. Overall that party was fun. I know because my feet were hurting so much I was still in pain on the bus ride home.

 Goodness SMH...

Hydros Bottle - Clean Water. Anywhere. Anytime.

Hydros Bottle - Clean Water. Anywhere. Anytime.

Reflection of Bad TASTES - M. Bean

M. Bean left a bad taste in my mouth. Even now I dislike him as a whole being. Way pass what my mama and my sister, and what they did this summer. However I have forgiven them faster and whole heatedly than him. Kelechi said something that made me feel even worse about me and dating. He wanted me to remember M. Bean for the funny person he was and is. To remember the good.... Why was he taking sides?!?! So now I am supposed to just tell myself that what he did and he said was okay?

That day I felt like tearing up everything; running for miles until i was in agony all over that I could only let go of that whole occurence because I had to think about how to deal with the physical pain of running miles.Had I not been at my own house, I was sure I would have torn up every single thing that could break.When I look back at my time with him, I was up and down. Even when he is brought up in a conversation, that still happens. Pst T. ADE once said " Can you be there for yourself?" I was going through a lot then; unavoidable foreclosure, no money and barely a job, mother and sister avoiding me, distance and loneliness the only thing calling you (the only thing). There was no one and I just didn't know how to stop the thoughts from driving me crazy without calling him#1 or him#2 whoever to keep me the center of attention. Being the center of attention takes up mind-space, which was a really good thing...Love me love me, look at me look at me...

So is this guilt I feel? But how can I feel that way when I was not given an opportunity to know what was really going on? He didn't even give me a chance, and I am sure he doesn't remember the good things about me either. I know that what I got from him is probably what I was giving to others. That is what was going on in my mind that night he called me back and let me have it. Name after name after name rushed around in my mind, bad taste after bad taste after bad taste, those times it was me, that was leaving it.

Kelechi and Mara said to open the lines of communication, however those lines where blown out of the ground and chopped up burned. You call me to let me know that you have made up your mind about something our situation, then yell at me because I am not contesting "arguing against"  your decision. What am I? Your sounding board? Do I not have feelings or emotions? Do I not bleed blood when cut? or Cry when hurt?  I think that for the way he handled that situation he is immature, cowardly and not worthy of using the term " real man." It takes more than the appearence of a man and the appendage between the legs to have the right to use it. Why do you think we don't call butch ladies men?

There is a unmistakeable air of unimportance in my world, around me. He did to me what WBP#2 (wanna-be-playa) did to on a different level. I say that because I was giving him a greater effort of the best of me. I was trying to be the best everything to him. I actually took my time to listen to his words and meanings behind them; took time to make sure (period). Yet, it was not good enough. I am tired of using the word hate with these "tastes."

I could not stand even the thought of EVER talking to him AGAIN. Of ever, ending up in the same social situation, be it party or funeral. The only way that could happen, like I told Kelechi, was if I beat the bloody snot out of him until I was exhausted. Then and only then would I be ready to deal with him.

I took Kelechi's advice to give him a try, to begin with.Knowing, meaning that I had full information as to what was going to happen and that is exactly what happened. How can someone despise another without full information from the source (the despisee)? Haven't I been cheated enough already?

Why do women even have to desire to want to cater to a man? Whether good or bad. Why do some continue to hope for a better man but refuse to let go of the "Non entity? Thinking this has caused me to understand that my aunts' futures are trying to mess up the road ahead and I don't want that, but am ready for a life of reclusion and purpose-less-ness.




When you spend a lot of time thinking about BAD TASTES some of those thoughts end up like this...

To my would be future children, Chinenye and ... Goodbye. You may never get to see me, know me, laugh or play with me. I may not ever get the opportunity to hold you in my arms, to create your baby books, mentally record special moments like go to any of your graduations from kindergarten to and through college

To my dear would have been future husband, our marriage would have been a great one. Very historic in the story of our lives. There would have been an abundance of love, grace, understanding. It would have been a life to live for, more than a union or a fusion; a birth of a spirit.

Entrepreneurial Spirit, what? Sorry I wasn't listening...

I just don't know why more people don't utilize Springwise. It's a website that keeps an entrepreneur up to date with what others are doing to change their world. I am a slacking entrenpreneur, shame on me. Two of my friends have successfully launched their own venrtures. I have been a subscriber for about 2 years now, and get inspired for a hot second, then get intimidated until the next issue comes out. Why is that? I am sure there is something , talent, skill etc.,that I can use to make money is this world or economy.

Bounce is an "Affordable Custom Web Design Branding and Internet Marketing Solutions" company. The creators took what they did best and turned it into a business for themselves. The second friend of mine created D'Vine Konnect because she loved to plan out events, everything from weddings to birthday's to what ever type of event you need planned.

So with my two friends getting their business on, I sit and wait for the perfect, timing? idea? opportunity?    I am still sitting with my head in my hands. I have ideas but I am just stuck.I don't know. Maybe I am thinking to hard and complicating this. I am getting a degree in International Business, gosh darnit! I didn't go to school for donkey years to become someone's SECRETARY/ RECEPTIONIST.

On a lighter note...

 Have I said that one of my Favorite hobby in the world is Cooking!!!! wooo hooo!!! I love it love it love it. And I love watching the Food Network; it has become an addiction (watching the channel is a good addiction). One newsletter that I received from Springwise, had this in it. OH LALA!
QOOQ-Le premier coach culinere tactile It is not an American Product, it is a French one. Mehn, what will they think of next. I am thinking maybe I should go back to.... Culinary School. Hmmm

How Cooking became a love of mine.

One of my good friends introduced me to this guy who became a familiar somebody on campus.  From time to time we would have one of the "passing chats." 

Example: (me) "Hey SoSo, how are you? Long time since I last saw you." (SoSo) " Hey, what's up? You know I gotta make that money..." Etc Etc.

Well, it was in one of these conversations that the question was asked " Can you cook?" So I am sweating, right? Trying to figure out if I should lie  or tell the truth. So I smile shyly and say no. I told him (of course it is a him) that no where in my life was it required that I learned to cook. All I heard was "ahahahahahaha....hahahaha!" for what felt like 10 minutes. I was so embarassed. I mean it was the first time I was away from home, where cooked food wasn't provided. So why was I to be concerned with cooking?

Anyway, run-ins with him became more frequent and more unavoidable. The laughing became a motivator to learn how to cook a whole meal. I wanted to choke up that stupid laughing. Honestly, does he know who I am?!?! Nigerian soups, let me tell you, are hard (sigh).   One year later I had mastered all basic dishes and two soups. My best work was done in the middle of the night. Cooking became a stress reliever for me, the only problems were finding people to eat the food...Word had a way of getting around. And his laughing stopped. HA HA...Boo Yaow, in your face, fool.

Job hunting for the pre-recent grad

The Onion

Graduation is about 1 month away and everything in my wants to scream " WHY?!?! I AM NOT READY!!!" One day I was at the community college where I take my Chemistry class (so that I can graduate this semester) and usually as soon as class is over, I am " knocking down old ladies" to get in my car and make that 1hour trip to my university. Well, on that day, I could literally hear my brain telling me that if you make that 1 hour drive there, you will not be making that same drive back home. So I stayed my but back, and true to that, I was so sick that afternoon, with a fever and muscle pain that for once I was glad that I did listen to myself.

Job hunting for, almost nothing.

It is a very sad thing when you go through all those years of higher education classes, years of learning 80% things you will more than likely never use outside the classroom (consciously), and 20% what you learned outside the class or in passing, to receive a... better life and an opportunity to something out of yourself? ajob offer? No, the correct answer is... the first notice that your first loan payment is due in 2 months.

I spent some time asking around as to what i should do. Here are some of the suggestions:

1. Teach abroad
1. China
2. Japan
3. countries in Africa
2. Teach locally
3. Foreign Service
4. Go back to school for a Bachelors in Nursing

  I went into the Career center at one of the schools that I am attending, in consortium with my degree program, and I was disappointed by the lackings of the whole office. I was expecting more than what they were offering or what they had the capacity to do.TISK TISK. Sorry folks, it was the outdated system of using a "Job Book" that did ya in. Not everyone has the high hopes of working in Federal Government. I hope to one day soon Marry a Man with a BoatLOAD of $$$$$. That was the reason I went to college....(I am a fool for that one).

The Career Center at the University I attend has some events coming up. They were charging $20 to attend the Career Boot Camp, even for students! I really wanted to go but the fee slapped the taste out my mouth; I am living on the students budget. $Free.99 is what I can afford right now. Well, I noticed that now the event is now Free. I wonder if not enough people registered for it or if somone complained...

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The beginning. To blog or not to blog...

Left out, that was how I felt. Everyone was doing it....is it really for me? Time will tell won't it? I decided that I needed to make a list of things that I need to accomplish before turning 21 for the 4th or 5th time ...

**This is a bit of a tangent but one of my favorite hobbies is admiring cake "artist" or decorators. The photo to the left is actually a cake with large amounts of chocolate...Yeah that is gonna put someone into a sugar coma. I found this cake and some recipes on http://cakesbyrosa.wordpress.com/. I also love trying out recipes that I find off the internet. We all need a hobby I just wish mine wasn't one that adds girth. Now back to our regularly scheduled broadcast.***

...I figured that I needed to get with the program and get a blog out there. Okay so now I have one right? and I have no Idea as to what I am going to blog about; there are too many fashion blogs, I love to cook but don't have enough material to talk about it in a blog, I like to do hair but don't want to talk about that on a regular basis. One of my friends stated that I should make it a diary type of blogging. So until I find sokme other useful idea for this thing, diary it is.

I am about to graduate and I didn't have time to pick up a really really fun hobby, I spent all this time as a spectator rather than a player.

So this is the beginning...lets start with "D" word: Dating

Recently, I have decided to stop dating and all that (if you know what I mean). I got tired of trying and it really began to show. After several attempts to stop dating over the past 2 years, I finally accomplished it. I am at that point now where it is a prominent impression given when talking with an interested party...

I visited a friend about 2 weeks ago and her son who is about 3 years older than me and who is my "self proclaimed psychoanalyst" said that I am "a depressing case." He was the one that asked me about my personal life, its not like i was complaining. I haven't since I decided to be true to myself and not even entertain the thought of admiring any cute or handsome face (I kept everything strickly business). My friend's son also said that I am too young to have given up on dating and meeting new people, he said that all you do is go to school, go to church and then play with your nieces , "when do you go out an have fun?!?" The funniest thing he told me was that I shouldn't be going through a midlife crisis with dating, at my age. I should be having fun all the time.

What he failed to realize, was that I couldn't stand the "instant" life style that the western world has protrayed outwardly, anymore. I felt like some of the people that I dealt with daily, have lost their natural minds: SEX SEX SEX...ALL ABOUT ME AND THE NOW....VANITY VANITY VANITY...GIMME GIMME GIMME...all that says to me is that they are not happy on the inside and they are trying to fill a void with really Stupid things (aarrgghh, just thinking about that makes me frustrated). I wanted to separate myself from the ugliness I was seeing in people. There are more things to life than superficial substances and ideas

Yesterday, this guy from school, opened nyash for me, and told me about myself in that aspect...CHEI!

Tell you more later, Good Night! (good morning, rather)