Who says you can’t learn anything from television?
I was in front of the television watching a delightful b grade movie called “crimes of fashion”. You know one of those days nothing is on and you stumble upon a movie that’s just starting. Anyhoo, there was the pre-requisite trio of fab, witty intelligent and loyal BFF posse.
One of the girls, a feisty red head if memory serves said something and she used the word ‘about’ but pronounced it ‘aboot’ and I jumped up and shouted “eureka she is Canadian”. Why the excitement I hear you asking. Well it has always been something I am a little ashamed of , the fact that I can’t tell an American accent from a Canadian accent. It used to drive me a little mad. I love the fact that I can differentiate most of Europe....don't knock it. I still get asked if I have an Australian accent by Americans.
Anyway I would like to thank my teachers at "how I met your mother" for endlessly messing with their Canadian friend and tuning my ear in to this.
Now to conquer the Aussie and Kiwi accent and my quest to be a CIA agent is well on its way!!!!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
emma Nwawudu superstar
When your friends are doing amazing things you just have to give them props.
My girl Emma N has just finished the most amazing project with Anya Hindmarch UK handbag designer to make a limited edition "Nigeria is 50" commemorative bag. She shot the most amazing pictures and the bags are awesome.
Fact that she is being so modest about the whole thing is blowing me away too!!!
That was my Saturday BTW. Supporting my girl at the launch of her bag at temple muse. Another boozy day. Have to stop I am becoming such a lush.
Well done Mrs N
My girl Emma N has just finished the most amazing project with Anya Hindmarch UK handbag designer to make a limited edition "Nigeria is 50" commemorative bag. She shot the most amazing pictures and the bags are awesome.
Fact that she is being so modest about the whole thing is blowing me away too!!!
That was my Saturday BTW. Supporting my girl at the launch of her bag at temple muse. Another boozy day. Have to stop I am becoming such a lush.
Well done Mrs N
Fantastic weekend
I really have to get photos posted on this blog (when I work out how that goes you all will be the first to know).
I went for the Elite model search 2010 on Sunday evening (working backwards here). Sponsored by Moet, Mercedes, Temple muse and all that good stuff so you know I maintained a happy champers high the whole way through the event.
Forget the models on the catwalk, I have to take my fascinator off to the ladies of lasgiddy. AWESOME. We have not let petty trifling things like no lights, no water and dodgy roads stop us from pulling out all the stops. Being the owner of a single younger brother, I am always on the look out for potential candidates for sisterhood but some of the girls I don't think even he could handle ( and my brother gangsta).
It was a really well organised show. Choreography, the fashion (Jewel By Lisa we salute you) and the best girl won. Could not believe she was only 15 (will be locking mine up for sure at 12). I wish her good luck and hope to be seeing her in my international in style tres soon.
I went for the Elite model search 2010 on Sunday evening (working backwards here). Sponsored by Moet, Mercedes, Temple muse and all that good stuff so you know I maintained a happy champers high the whole way through the event.
Forget the models on the catwalk, I have to take my fascinator off to the ladies of lasgiddy. AWESOME. We have not let petty trifling things like no lights, no water and dodgy roads stop us from pulling out all the stops. Being the owner of a single younger brother, I am always on the look out for potential candidates for sisterhood but some of the girls I don't think even he could handle ( and my brother gangsta).
It was a really well organised show. Choreography, the fashion (Jewel By Lisa we salute you) and the best girl won. Could not believe she was only 15 (will be locking mine up for sure at 12). I wish her good luck and hope to be seeing her in my international in style tres soon.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
v.monologues vs tarzan monologues
Have just spent a pleasant afternoon at terra culture being thoroughly entertained.
It was hilarious and somewhat educational all at the same time.
My fave sketch is still "Sister Ester" who leaped out of her marriage bed to denounce the devils' hold over her body after experiencing her first orgasm!!!! Sister Ester finally decided that her vagina realising its full potential was its way of praising God. She was soon accompanying all her orgasms with a resounding and somewhat breathless "Hallelujah!!!"
There was some sad bits however dealing with domestic violence and war and rape and horrid things like that that brought a tear to the eye (which I refused to let drop as I had painstakingly used my stila smokey eye kit to make my eyes look just so).
There were defo some moments when I did not dare look at my boy. A few mentions about defending your woman against all enemies foreign and domestic....think we had that convo 24 hours before. Then some comments about nagging women that i thought he was laughing too hard about. That's another story though.
I do agree with the producer though, our artists do need a permanent home. A purpose built theatre for the enjoyment of the artists and the audience!!!!
It was hilarious and somewhat educational all at the same time.
My fave sketch is still "Sister Ester" who leaped out of her marriage bed to denounce the devils' hold over her body after experiencing her first orgasm!!!! Sister Ester finally decided that her vagina realising its full potential was its way of praising God. She was soon accompanying all her orgasms with a resounding and somewhat breathless "Hallelujah!!!"
There was some sad bits however dealing with domestic violence and war and rape and horrid things like that that brought a tear to the eye (which I refused to let drop as I had painstakingly used my stila smokey eye kit to make my eyes look just so).
There were defo some moments when I did not dare look at my boy. A few mentions about defending your woman against all enemies foreign and domestic....think we had that convo 24 hours before. Then some comments about nagging women that i thought he was laughing too hard about. That's another story though.
I do agree with the producer though, our artists do need a permanent home. A purpose built theatre for the enjoyment of the artists and the audience!!!!
Friday, September 3, 2010
lack of motivation
I have shamefully ignored my blog forever. I took it up as an exercise in practising my writing and so I shall continue.
Let's just consider it a really long summer break!!!
For those of you who don't know, I managed to get myself stuck in the overseas (England) after my little sisters' wedding in May (waiting on the private jet....best excuse EVER). The trauma of having to look after my pikni all by myself for a month was enough to keep me recovering in Lagos for two weeks. I do not know how my friends in the overs do it.
Every week I think "I am going to get back to writing my blog" but it just never happened and my excuses were flimsy.
What I have also noticed is that stuff that use to really upset me and stand out as outrageous, are now becoming the norm for me.
I no longer rant and rave in traffic. Instead I turn to my crackberry and catch up with all my mates all over the world.
My staff are no longer rotating and getting dismissed over the slightest infraction coz I now expect a level of bad manners from them!!! I no longer blame them.
My driver, the rude idiot, took me to the edge just the other day. I took great satisfaction in giving him a long ass lecture with words to the effect of....." It's not your fault you have no manners. I understand nobody took the time to bring you up right so therefore it's not your fault. All the small small slights you think you are showing me, thinking you are too big a man to help me carry heavy things or help me open doors or greet me properly, I take as a sign of your substandard education and upbringing. Bigger men than you treat me with respect. Bigger men than you can never dare talk to me like you do. So don't think that when I ignore what you do and how you talk it's because I am stupid and deserving of your bad manners. I do not engage you because you are not worthy of being engaged. Its as simple as that. Why don't you think about that over the weekend."
I must admit this did cause an attitude adjustment and get me (shock horror) an apology.
I promise to write more and to post some photos sooooonest. Especially now that I am getting out and about as a deputy style editor for a women mag!!!!
Let's just consider it a really long summer break!!!
For those of you who don't know, I managed to get myself stuck in the overseas (England) after my little sisters' wedding in May (waiting on the private jet....best excuse EVER). The trauma of having to look after my pikni all by myself for a month was enough to keep me recovering in Lagos for two weeks. I do not know how my friends in the overs do it.
Every week I think "I am going to get back to writing my blog" but it just never happened and my excuses were flimsy.
What I have also noticed is that stuff that use to really upset me and stand out as outrageous, are now becoming the norm for me.
I no longer rant and rave in traffic. Instead I turn to my crackberry and catch up with all my mates all over the world.
My staff are no longer rotating and getting dismissed over the slightest infraction coz I now expect a level of bad manners from them!!! I no longer blame them.
My driver, the rude idiot, took me to the edge just the other day. I took great satisfaction in giving him a long ass lecture with words to the effect of....." It's not your fault you have no manners. I understand nobody took the time to bring you up right so therefore it's not your fault. All the small small slights you think you are showing me, thinking you are too big a man to help me carry heavy things or help me open doors or greet me properly, I take as a sign of your substandard education and upbringing. Bigger men than you treat me with respect. Bigger men than you can never dare talk to me like you do. So don't think that when I ignore what you do and how you talk it's because I am stupid and deserving of your bad manners. I do not engage you because you are not worthy of being engaged. Its as simple as that. Why don't you think about that over the weekend."
I must admit this did cause an attitude adjustment and get me (shock horror) an apology.
I promise to write more and to post some photos sooooonest. Especially now that I am getting out and about as a deputy style editor for a women mag!!!!
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