Ok So i get to interview people [it's kinda what i do for a living], but since i don't have an album that’s gone double-plat, or $160,000,000 worth of living space, noone’s goin’ to interview me. Yeah, not just yet – except ofcourse it’s for a new job. Speaking of which... i think i need one! Ok, here goes
p.s: hope i’m not a bore
What are you doing?
Lying on my bed [keisha’s playing in the background], and i’m typing away on my laptop
What mood are you in?
A calm, soulful one with a touch of blasé ...
When was the last time you cried?
Don’t remember, but i shed a tear this morning. Saw a dead body trapped under a ‘molue’ bus on my way to work; it hurt to see that the 2 uniformed men -controlling traffic - were more concerned about traffic building up than if the man were still alive; i mean, he really could’ve been unconscious or something and to think that that could’ve been my brother, my fiancé, or even my dad!
What book are you reading?
‘I live in your basement’, one of my lil’ brother’s ‘Goosebumps’books [yeah yeah yeah, laugh all you want, ‘blasé’ remember?] but honestly, this afternoon I dumped it briefly for 2chapters from ‘The Gateaway’ by AB&B. Amazing stuff
What/who are you digging?
[without even stopping to think...] I’m sooo loving my newly found ‘long nails’. [smiling just thinking about ‘em]. Have had the habit of biting my nails since forever, but thank God for cold turkey [lol...and uncle Eddy], i was able to stop some months ago, and now i’m a proud owner of long girlie nails
What’s the best thing about being 24?
Lying to myself that before the year runs out i’ll be married to Mr. tall-dark-rich-smart-and-handsome, have 2cute 2year olds, a house on the hills and 2 Chihuahuas
...and the worst?
Stumbling on my old photos and pieces, and wondering if i’ve grown prettier and becoming a better writer or vice versa. And OMG! Is that a wrinkle on my left cheek? lol
What mischief are you up to?
Thinking of wrapping this up and going to bed with some sade adu... and not waking up ‘til it’s probably 11am, the scorching sun is in my face [yeah the windows will be very ajar thanks to PHCN] and my eyes can take it no more, but ofcourse i’ll get a memo, and if a massage, Spain and shopping are not involved, then that memo ain’t worth it! [so er... let’s just say the thought remains what it is; A thought!]
