Friday, December 31, 2010

End Of Year Results

That's what I score the year 2010.

It was my perfect year.


I had the good, the bad and some ugly. As we all know, all things work together for good.(So it's all good)

I am extremely grateful to God Almighty. He is the reason I look back at the year today, still failing to find a flaw. For that reason alone I cannot thank Him enough.

In all His perfection, He cared enough for tiny little me (even though I was not always on my best behaviour) He let me have a perfect year.

I grew older.
I grew stronger.
I grew wiser.
I showed more appreciation for the simple things in life.
I got married (To the best husband in the world)
I had the best holiday ever this year.

Above all, I have peace, joy, happiness and so much love in my heart.

At the end of the year, most of us find ourselves doing some evaluation or re evaluation on how we view things.
At the end of my evaluation, I realised all the things that I worried about at some point or the other ended up being a waste of my time, emotions and energy. Never again!

I'm now certain, that He who began a good work in me is indeed faithful to complete it.

I say. Goodbye 2010. You were indeed a pleasure.
Happy New Year Blogsville!

~Sirius~ Loves you all....

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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Next Stop, Lagos Airport...Please Mind The Gap


My holiday is over.

Sad but true......... I.Have.A.Real.Life.

I'm slowly coming off my shopping high, while trying to remember what's outstanding on my to-do-list at home

Being able to pound the concrete day after day is one of the few things I love to do. Quite frankly I only have a few number of things I love to do, staying indoors being at the top of the list.

*Did I mention that I'm married to a shopaholic*

Going on a holiday is compulsory in my books. I preach this message to anyone I can.

Money can never buy the satisfaction of a get-away, preferably to a sane town.

As it stands, I'm ready for another bout of Lagos and its madness, having rested & topped up my tolerance for insanity.

I have 2 days left, I'm just going to lean back, relax and not think about work or anything relatively close to it.

Actually, ~Mister~ bought the PlayStation Move controller, so I'm off to play some Sports Championship and hopefully burn evil calories I got from chowing All You Can Eat buffets back to back *insert wide grin here*
H.O.L.I.D.A.Y people! spell it with me.

Happy Thanksgiving! (on the other side of the Atlantic that is)

~Sirius~ Signing out.

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Thursday, November 4, 2010

It's About Time...

...No, I am not leaving blogspot.


It gets to a point in the year where you slowly shutdown. I am at that point.


Work has been great. The company is blowing up on a massive scale. I intend to blow with them.


Battling with my weight. Again.

I hear when you're happy you gain weight. *KMT*

Why is it so hard to lose the last 5kg? ......So, it’s on to weights and some cardio.


Found myself in a bridal shower last Sunday.

The girls in Lagos leave me speechless all the time. I quickly ran back home after winding my waist to Olekun for 2 minutes *wink*


It’s Tv season. Fringe Rocks!!!!

Of course life can’t be complete without weekly doses from the Upper Eastside & Wisteria Lane.


And I believe I’ve made only 3 dresses out of my six. I really need to learn how to sew.

Tailors can be so annoying.


I am tired. I need a break. I need a holiday. I need time away from the hustle.

So………..I’m packing my bags and whipping my hair back and forth!!!!!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Nigeria At 50 Day 5; A Home Is Still A Home

Previously on Nigeria at 50
Day 4; Tisha:

A bride- to- be is full of excitement, anticipation, joy and uncertainty.
She can't wait to be one with her husband.
What lays ahead she can only imagine.
Truth be told.
She can only hope for the best.

The two become one and a house becomes a home.
The home becomes her pride and her joy
The one place she will always find peace love and joy.

That is her hope for the best.

As we celebrate 50 years of independence we can only hope for the best.

Hope that our country Nigeria will one day stand as the giant of Africa.
Hope that she will find herself good leaders to rule her.
Hope that she will provide for her people the bare necessities in life.

Today as i write this post, I am still hopeful.

Hopeful that her change will come, hopeful that things will turn around, hopeful that things will one day be alright.

As long as we keep this hope alive.

Her change will come.

Happy independence.

Next on Nigeria at 50
Day 6: Tomi:

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

I Felt Like Putting Up A Scattered Post......So I Did.

One Month after the aisle....

Marriage is pretty much Awesome (if you're married to the right one)

Nope, I won't bore you with how happy I am, waking up every morning beside my best friend and Lover.....

Or how I make him indulge in healthy eating, which he likes to call grazing (because i flog his diet with fresh vegetables),

Or how we keep our boyfriend and girlfriend tradition of watching movies together at the weekends @ home: I actually have a quota of RomComs (romantic comedies) that I am allowed to watch so I don’t make him have more estrogens than he should

This is still the easy part and We know this.......God is our strength and He will take us through to the end.

I fall in love with him each passing day.......and dude has been shot by cupid several times over since we got hitched! LOL (I'm busy loving all the extra Love)

Oh, by the way We didn't meet on blogger: just clearing the air J

Moving On......

Work has been as usual as some folks would say.

I put myself up to a challenge. 12 dresses by the end of the year with my name on it. well

~House of Double O~ ..........Caramel D gave me that name 3 years ago (I had just met and started hanging out with ~Mister~, she really believed he was The One then, Well now I guess I can say she was right!)

I'm not Fashion Crazy, but i'm the one the girls ask: is this outfit good to go? or What do I wear? Do these shoes match the outfit? will a shorter skirt do the trick?......So, I have a sense of style but it's not as broad as I'd want it to be..........That's why I'd love to live in England, London town to be precise for 2 or more months every summer........Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating when I say live in England, but the shop displays and people walking on the streets each with their own unique style just gives me ......... overwhelming joy, peace and satisfaction.

Still battling with weight gain and weight's never ending!!! I intend to be a sexy wife o! even after the consignments arrive......please, I can't shout. It doesn't even help that I married a very sexy man, so each day I am reminded what I have to keep up with!

I haven't done much work today, so I'm off to earn my paycheck for today (how come when I work overtime I never get rewarded.....*rolls eyes*)

Why can't I win a massive Lottery????? One that would accommodate me to put up my feet for the next 5 years.......

Tomorrow is Friday, Thank God!......Have a fabulous weekend people!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

My MileStone....

30th June, 2010.

My birthday this year.

A decision taken.

A choice made.

A new me.

For I was carefully and wonderfully made.

....This is the beginning of the best of the rest of my life.

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device

Friday, June 25, 2010

Ramble State Of Mind

So I am not your average girl.

I don't care about a lot of things. (my friends don't bother with me anymore)
I do some odd things that contradict the unspoke rules in life.
Sometimes I forgive the people who have done the most evil things to me in all of my lifetime,
and yet have a hard time letting go of a random person who decided to let her selfish acts scar me.
(Maybe because I obliterate the evil doers in my head. Just saying)

What's the point of special days when sometimes they only cause pain?

Sometimes I really wish I had the chance to meet certain people differently.

Of late, the last 2-3 years to be precise; I noticed I've become too emotional for my liking.
Too emotional that I cry so easily at the most trivial emotional rifts.
(I really have to stop that)
I hate being emotionally drained. It kills my soul.

As good as life is, things happen and I find myself in "the zone"

Things I do not like.

Things that leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

And I just want to be left alone.

Most of the time I wish I could erase those things, sadly I don't see that happening during my stay on planet earth.

I always believe there is a reason why "that thing" happened to me.

Leaving me to analyze and learn my lesson *KMT*

These things leave me with two choices.

Either be a big girl, not cry and suck it up.

Or, be a girl and cry a river.........

Then there's the subconscious telling me that it could have been much worse, so be glad.

*Rolling my eyes*

Listening to A.keys "Try sleeping with a broken heart"
Something I am very familiar with.
It hurts like hell that's for sure.

Moving on................

A couple of quotes and pictures to have you saying hmmmmmm.......

Hell, it's NOT okay!!!!

I Know right......

You don't say......

I always knew that!

Or Not.......

This one is for me......

And you too.....

You're damn right.

Aaaaaaah (lol)........Not sure about the faces on these figures though. Are you sure it's not the other way round? *wink*

It's my birthday next week, yay!

I'm sure to close June in a fabulous way...........I'm gonna get me a mind, body, spirit and soul over haul as a gift to myself.

A new ~Sirius~ is brewing.

Have a nice weekend people.

We Love you M.J..................Rest in Peace

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Routine Check

I switch on my laptop.
I connect to the world wide web.
I click on my goolge chrome icon.
I log on to my regular sites. Google, Gmail, and the others, my blogger dashboard actually the first to be opened.
I check my blog roll, and open all new posts to be read that day.

Today was business as usual, but this time I looked at my dashboard and saw my "new post" icon staring back at me with hurt and betrayal in its eyes.
I miss posting regularly.

A lot going on around me, Life as we know it.
Time will always be 24hrs a day and things to do will always be Endless. The thoughts begin to fade and some posts never come to life.

I love blogspot. I really do.
I guess there's just something about words.

A couple of months ago I was watching the Queen of England at her graceful age of 84 (correct me if I'm wrong.....ok, I googled *big grin*)
I watched in awe as she performed her duties. I had a self moment and thought to myself.

Words are really Powerful.

All these years people from all over the world have been saying "Long Live The Queen", those words had no choice but to be.
She has well and truly lived long.

All this made me realize that I should be more careful about the things I say, whether spoken or written.
There's no such thing as words you just say but don't mean.

To think God spoke words and it came to Life. That's how we all got here.

Words should be taken seriously. Don't say what you don't mean.
I have said I Love you when I never meant it. I made him hold on to something that wasn't there, and when I left he couldn't understand why.
Now I know better.

Now I say I Love you with every bone in my body, and this time it is because I mean it.

Tomorrow is Friday....... And I'm having a Carmelicious one.

Enjoy the weekend good people.

And remember;

~Sirius~ Loves ya!

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Until Death Do Us Part.....

To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married.

I hope you will be touched by this story.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce..

I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew.

I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.

I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs.

Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said.
I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.

My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I Am Who I Am.

Mid May already.........Time really does fly.

I had no plans of abandoning my "safe place" here for this, Life and some Very Demanding clients deemed it fit to take over my time and sleep......can I have a witness please(raise your right hand).
I took it upon myself to take my life back, and you should too!

Found myself reflecting over the weekend. I went to visit my childhood friend whom I hadn't seen in a while, and met another friend of ours there.

We all got chit chatting, weight, dress size, hair (I'm sure I'm the only girl in Lagos who hasn't bought into the whole brazillian/perusian/ mexican, shoes, weddings, etc......for some odd reason men weren't part of the discussion. Hehehehe

Apparently to them I am now a full fledged "
weirdo" why? Because I am undeniably "unsentimental" to things girls/ladies would normally care about. *shrug* Well, that's just who I am, and I Love me....(They still love me too, So.)

I have evolved........for the only reason that I was always meant to.

It's crazy the paths and people life let's you encounter, and we are all given a fair chance to make the best of it by making choices.
I've met the most amazing people in my tiny little world, and I'm glad I met them all...........the good, the bad and the ugly.

So I stumbled unto this note;

I tried to put myself in the unknown writers shoes.

God knows I've repeated this a thousand times in my head, but I also know I won't get it out right if I were to try and tell you how I really feel. (Either I forget some parts or ramble on)

We met. Became friend. Then Lovers. We laughed. We cried. We fought. We made wrong choices. We made right chioces from the wrong ones. We made Love......We decided " Us against the world"

Nothing's perfect. But we are perfect for each other :-)

Yes to the outside world, we look like quiet a pair ,because we share our joys, pains, pressure and tears together.

We have come a mighty long way from when we started out. We have grown in ways I didn't even imagine. We love "us" so much that we work so hard at keeping "us" together .....Our Love is like Old wine......better with each passing day

I get it when you say you look at yourself and you see me, because when I look at myself I see you too.

You are indeed my best friend.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

3 simple word will never be enough to describe how I feel about you, but I will say them all the same.

I Love You.
(Thank You For Loving Me)

It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside......

Off to play catch up...........I've really missed this spot.

Adios Amigos!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Just Maybe.......

Maybe. .

We were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.


When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us.

Maybe . . .

It is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe . . .

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything that comes along their way.

Maybe . . .

The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.

Maybe . . .

You should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

Maybe . . .

There are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child -- so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.

Maybe . . .

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Maybe . .

You should always try to put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person too.

Maybe . .

You should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.

Maybe …

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, Be content that it grew in yours.

Maybe . . .

Happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all those people who touched their lives.

Maybe . . .

You shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive; don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.

Maybe . .

You should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy

Maybe . . .

You should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.

Maybe . . .

You could send this message to those people who mean something to you, to those who have touched your life, to those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.

And if you don't, don't worry;

Nothing bad will happen to you. ….:-)

I received this forwarded message 2 weeks ago........and I thought to share it, especially because of how it ends. You hardly get such endings with forwarded messages these days.

If you are on Blackberry Messenger you know what I mean.

I'm sure you are sick and tired of the demands the forwarded messages make. I've seen a lot of stat updates to that effect.

So, it's Friday.

I'm going to enjoy the weekend and I'm going to play catch up with my TV shows.............because you know Jack Bauer is Awesome! and Gossip from the Upper East Side is Just to hard to pass by...... *wink

Have a Fabulous weekend people........because ~Sirius~ says so.

And, "That's how Sue Sees it"

I just had to.

Sue Rocks!

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Go On With Your Bad Self.....

*So I deleted the first half of this post*

Work has been crazy......Thank God I love my job. Appraisals in January left me with mixed feelings. I hit below my expectations, leaving me no other option but to aim for 100% and nothing less. So Far, So Good.

A friend said to me, there's no point being good at what you do, because everybody can be good therefore you have to be outstanding in order to make a difference. It hit home.

Her example......B (All you Beyonce haters, feel free to keep on hating) truth be told, that girl works extra hard and deserves everything she's got.

In the mean time.

I've taken video games up. It's me and them.....personal vendetta. I wonder why people would think their kids as dumb or lazy if they played video games.......Men! the thought process involved in gaming is strictly for sharp human minds, and I'm not talking Wii here, No offence. Of course you all know who is subconsciously responsible for this.

I was brought up on the easy stuff, Mario, Duck Hunt, Sonic the Hedgehog: Sonic just ran and jumped as far as i was concerned. But with games like God of War and Uncharted......puzzle minded, you are bound to feel lost and confused, and all the buttons on the control pad don't help either. Your brain definitely has to be active. I'm actually having fun playing them..........But i shall not be caught dead with any first person shooters.

Saw a couple of things that reminded me of what we thought was "cool" back in the days.

Remember wearing white socks in your dress shoes? What the Hell was that?

As if that wasn't bad....all the ridiculous things we did as kids, from Licking your plate (hey, don't lie! you did it), to cooking with sand, smoking paper,flogging trees like they were your pupils (i guess we were only imitating our teachers).......not to mention the local games.....10 10, suwe/swell,, shooting paper from rubber band.....and the likes of them.

Then came the era when we were concerned about fashion and music.....spice trainers for chics, jelly sandals, skousers, dungarees, clogs then the guys cared about biggie, tupac, bone thugs and lumberjack

Good times....I feel my post losing it's way.....*Yawning*

I'm Off to bed!.....and I promise to put up the deleted half later.

But first I just have to Crack You UP!

*Sexy Daddy*......hehehehhehe

*What's up dawg!*


Friday, March 12, 2010

Words From Within......

Death is seen as something negative, because it takes away a loved one.

Death can be seen as something positive, because it acts as a reminder.

A reminder that we are still alive and breathing

A reminder that we have the opportunity to make things right again

A reminder that we can still tell the ones we love know how much we truly love them.

A reminder that we have the opportunity to make the right choices from now on.

Sometimes we get carried away with the things happening around us that we forget to focus on the things that truly matter.

So what he broke your heart……….You are still breathing, so I guess your heart isn’t broken after all.

Yes he left you…..there was actually life before you met him.

Home is not the same anymore…….you were going to move out anyway

The marriage isn’t working…….(Sadly I haven’t been married so I can’t help here)

School sucks……It’ll be over in no time.

The office is a nightmare…….that’s why that’s not the only job in the world.

It’s the little things in life that make life worth living.

So if you’re having a bad day or NOT

Love you partner a little bit more, flaws and all (that’s what makes him/her perfect for you)

Work hard and believe you will be rewarded sooner than later, because you will.

Study harder; a time will come when school will be over for life

Love yourself………..Be at peace with yourself.

Learn from your mistakes and never regret the experience

Every step we take affects the lives of the people in our life.

Don’t run over anybody in your life.

I don’t know where this came from, but I feel strongly that someone out there might need it to make the right choice that would change his/her life forever.

Life is a Stage…….play your part right.


Signing Out.