Good Bye April… Hello B’Day Month!

Despite a few pitfalls here and there, April turned out to be surprisingly good month. Why? Because I got the chance to see my male best friends and we caught up over pizza and drinks, separately of course.
A month into showing up at the new office digs, my cousin once asked when my friends would come visit at the new location. I remember telling her how busy they are and hardly had time to come visit during the week. But you know what? They managed to make time for little old me and I can’t complain.
I’m friends with an Engineer, Programmer and IT specialist. I’ve known the Engineer since 13 years old and he was the first to come visit after months. Captain Jack Sparrow has grown into someone I am really proud of. To hear him talk of his accomplishments, plans and dreams is to marvel. It was hard not to compare the boy he was to the man he is now. I am proud to be friends with him more so now that he knows what he wants out of life and isn’t willing to settle for less. We have fought so many battles were girls are concerned when it comes to Capt Jack Sparrow. Now, he will have to beat them off with a stick when the time comes.
And there is my very best of friends; the IT specialist.I’ve known him since we were pre-teens. I can’t say much because with him, we are still fighting a few battles and soon, we shall concur all. He may not have faith but I do and it is enough. Hey, when crap falls apart, there is that person who is there to help pick up the little pieces and that is what I am. I got to see him bond with my brother and get on like they’ve known each other for years. It is damn easy for boys to make friends with each other than it is for girls.
Let’s not forget the best friend I think I stole from said brother – the Programmer. Huh! It had been a few years since I last saw this one. When he asked to come visit, I thought it was going to be so awkward because he is a Programmer and I am a little out there and the combination of my mother and aunt together was something to worry about. Naturally, Programmers are intimidating even when they are friends. Surprisingly, it turned out to be fantastic. I ate a lot the day he came. My tummy was a bottomless pit!
Seriously, all these boys inspire me. I don’t know what to do with the inspiration though. LOL. I am proud to be friends with all three and it is good to see someone you care about grow into the person they are meant to be. Captain Jack especially. I remember we were talking about something particular and my mind was faraway, which he noticed and not for the reasons he guessed. He said he'd inspired a blog post then and now... How true, Captain? How freaking true? I am proud of the man you have become!
OK, seriously. Aurevoir Aprirl…IT IS B’DAY MONTH! YAY!!

A Short Bob

After six good months of running around like a bonafide village belle, I finally got round to doing my hair. It was such an impromptu decision that made me glad my mother had an extra hair piece lying around.
I ended up doing a bob because the hair pieces were short, for short hair. I wanted a serious fringe going on in my face but the person who weaved it on cut it a little shorter than I expected. Since I have had it for two weeks now, I guess it is OK. Besides, everyone says I look good and it is reminiscent of the styles Keri Hilson usually sports. And the red highlights at the front totally make it work.
Doesn’t it amuse you when people ask if your weave is actually your hair? That right there means it is good quality human hair.
The most fantastic thing about it is I can comb it different ways and curl it when I want to.

On the day I took the second picture, I was wearing a princess like white dress and someone told me I looked like a baby Angel.

J’Adore: My Floral Cuffs.

I came across these cuffs amongst the stuff a family friend had asked my mother to pass around to her friends and when I laid eyes on them, it could have been sacrilege to let them go to someone else! You should’ve seen the grin that split my face and the excitement I expressed over seeing them.
Funny enough, my mother thought no one would like them but after seeing how they looked on my wrist during a trial fitting, she thought twice! As a connoisseur of jewellery, I looked at her aghast. How can someone appreciative of jewellery not take these on sight? Accessories make me happy and these little babies are too gorgeous for words.

I love the colour and the design. The roses motif is so intricately detailed you have to marvel and appreciate the time and thought the creator put behind the work.

No Tony Stark...

Ironman 3

Whoever said, ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ hit the nail on the head because that is what I am or have been-depending on whichever side of the coin you look at it from. What kind of person would contemplate selling something that doesn’t belong to them if not a desperate one? I am glad I returned to my full senses because I DO NOT want to be someone like that.
A needy chat with a friend of mine made me realise this in a roundabout way. I’m not sure whether it had to do with what I was asking or the thoughts going through my head that particular time, but I knew it was wrong. Thinking of it in depth actually brought tears to my eyes so much so that I went about making amends to my brother and his friends. However much I have helped them grow their business, I have no right to sell what belongs to them and not I. It isn’t right. And, I am sorry for even entertaining the thought.
Fun-knee how we learn a few things about people we care about in a chat, no? And how the things we know about ourselves kick in in the most unexpected of situations? I’ve been called proud and arrogant to my face a time or two, which really doesn’t bother me but during this chat, I knew that however needy and in a rough patch I maybe in right now, I still HAVE my PRIDE! And, it will be my downfall. I also learned that; I should stop being everyone’s cat woman because at the end of the day, I have no Tony Stark to catch me when I fall.
When all is said and done, I am glad my brother saw the humor in what I was trying to do and brushed it off. He knows the reason why, which is OK. We actually had a laugh about it after my apology then went on to other things. I miss him like no man's business.
As you can see, I still believe in superheroes and majorly excited about the last installment to the Ironman franchise. The last time I will be seeing Robert Downey Jr (massive crush on him) as Tony Stark in Ironman. When Ironman 2 came out, I'd made a date to go with one of my bffs and we ended up missing it at the cinema. This time round, I SHALL go alone. No more waiting on you, Belle.

When It Rains It Really Pours!

I have NOT watched E!News, The Wendy Williams Show and The Big Bang Theory in almost two months. No more cable in my neck of the hood. And, just when I thought my unabated anticipation for the return of a Korean drama to telly would offset this dismal state of affairs, my telly decided to throw in the towel. For what reason, I absolutely have no idea. Whoever said ‘when it rains it really pours’ got it right.
There is nothing I can do for any of these. I have to wait for my parents to get round to fixing everything whilst I go about finding myself a new phone. This is personal, so I can do. Otherwise; it is a sad lonely place in my neck of the hood. I read a little because I can’t spend the entire day on my laptop. These big eyes would soon give out on me too if I am not careful.
Leaving aside said dismal state of affairs, I’d like to say I am loving the new office digs. Yes. My next door neighbour is a guy whose office is a constant parade of fellow men. LOL. When I get bored being around my elders, I go chat with him and his friends (when they are around). Is it me or do all conversations with guys invariably lead to sex talk? Or do I spend a lot of time in male company? Hmmm…?
I enjoy listening to friends and family’s sex talk as long as there isn’t too much detail and visual for I don’t want to imagine you like that. Talks with friends made me believe I knew whats what but when it comes to these boys, dang!! Sex talk with them is enough to make even a saint blush! Seriously, any kind of talks with boys is a learning experience. You always learn something new. Enough of that! Before, I let on how depraved I am.
Huh…I miss my best friend. She’s off getting her life together which I am really proud of but it still doesn't make me stop missing her. The knowledge that she is off to parts unknown is disconcerting. Speaking of; one of my boys is going through a rough patch too with matters of the heart. Him going through this saddens me a bit because girls should be good to him. There is nothing more annoying than seeing one of the good guys you know go through rough patches with girls. Maybe it is time to take a break from the chase...

Wonderfully Metallic.

In the process of getting midnight plum taken off my toes, I decided to get a different manicure after a whole lot of convincing from the manicurist. I was going to leave them as plain as they usually are, so I thought, why not? It doesn’t hurt, right? Unless where the pocket is concerned.
My first choice when it came to choosing colors for the mani was a collection of multicolored sparkles with a clear varnish to top it off. Unfortunately, there were no multicolored sparkles. After perusing through the colors available, I settled on a gold varnish and on a whim an addition of silver sparkles to give it the cheerful look I originally wanted.

Whenever I get creatively inspired, I’m always sceptical and a little scared of how its going to turn out. Gold and Silver together rarely work but dang! I was pleasantly surprised by how metallic my nails turned out. I took a lot of pleasure in showing them off because the entire look was like rays of light filtering through colored broken glass. You know that kind of light around morning hours which makes the dust mites visible? Yeah, that’s the one. And sometimes the silver looks like little crystals on top of my nails.

Everyone that's seen them has been asking how I got it done. Honestly, all it takes is a bit of creativity and knowing what it is you want. Play around with colors and designs, there is nothing much to it. When I have a choice, I never leave the kind of nail polish color or design I want wear on my nails to the manicurists. They are the most uncreative people so far and they do the same design on almost all their clients. I am pretty sure, the person who did mine will suggest my idea to his other clients.

OK, before my head becomes bigger than it already is, what do you think of my creative streak? And what mani are you wearing?

Hair today Gone Tomorrow.

Before I had the insurmountable urge to cut my hair, I had gotten a weave on which lasted for only three weeks. Not that it was a bad weave, no. I was simply tired of everything that had to do with hair on my head. Imagine doing your hair for just three weeks then removing it. I always thought of it as a practice for the rich ladies and well, those in television…they can all afford it.

New Look.

If you happen to be an avid reader of my little bits and pieces, you’ll remember that I cut my back hair myself the time I first coloured it into my own version of a Dianna Agron inspired bob. I tried to maintain it despite the growth and what not. So, the last time I visited the Salon, I had all of it evened out and made shorter some more. My front hair is as short as the back and sides. Yes, no more side swept bangs or fringe which make my signature hair. I can still do it but it isn’t as long to look so fantastic like here.

Signature bangs

The upside of cutting it is; everyone tells me it has body now and looks fuller unlike before -this coming from me is strange because I am fond of telling my friends and aunt with really long hair how they’ll one day wake up and miss it when it fails to grow back! due to all the cutting. I have really straight and thin hair. The kind that makes you look bold when wet. I miss the fabulous bangs I would curl it into but not the length.

Ps: When you look at the ends of the first picture you'll notice how really short it is, even the signature bangs don't turn out as good like in the second picture.