LOVING THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE

I swear I have been in meetings where the only thing on my mind is that these people just love their own DAMN voices...
"How does it sound to my hearing? Oh, let me vary the timbre and see how it sounds...yipee! Does it make people sleep and how soon before they hit dream land?
Yay! it works..."
Sometimes I feel like this when I visit some blogs...some folks just love to see their gibberish on print.
Of course, during those moments of self doubt which plagues even the best of us all, I also find myself wondering " Are they gonna feel me on this?"
Ah well...
Having gotten that off my mind, lemme say "Howdy" ( especially knowing that no one will probably read this anyways.)
Lol..

Heartbreak in 770XX

...Just like in any other city
Much like any other being
Much like varying shades of pity
Love really is just a thing

Whether you let him into your kitty
Wholly bare yourself to the feeling
Or stay aloof like a kitten
Love is still a cryptic thing

Gidi or this funny town Houston
By any name, a rose is a-rose-ing
Life'll torment our deepest lusting
'S long as we learn, we're living

-ManCee
(240214)

Response to Leggy's post below:

http://leggy-freda.blogspot.com/2014/01/everything-i-know-about-heartbreak-i.html

...SAME SAME...

(written as a post for http://the3six5ng.wordpress.com)

AM, zero four fifty five
A new day has arrived
Internal time things connive
Nagging me worse than a wive
Eyes fiery from sleep deprive
Fibre by fibre, the body lights its fire

Like yesterday I awake
Thanks mumbled to the sky Sheikh
Steak, pancake, which shall I make
Each thought waking with a headache
Today, somehow seems like yesterday
i thought as I exhaled
hot water my back to bake
As thoughts turn to filenames and delivery dates

Today I’ll do something new
Board the bus for a different view
Cool. My ennui perhaps to undo
Headphones on to a new tune
weave my way in school lines like a corkscrew
The last yards my bus to pursue
Tiny seat next to a tattoo-ee to makedo
Today starts off all anew
But yesterday seems its preview

I thought wryly with a smirk
‘Surprise’! It’s the same office clerk
Perky smile and things blowing me a peck
The people are nice and its good teamwork
My sleeves are rolled to get that bonus perk
Remind them I’m damn good at this brainwork
Work before pecks, not here to shirk
I do my bit to get us that fat extra perk

Present cogitations and presentations
Deadlines met, signatures on parchments

The day is done and young. And like rodents

We all scurry off in complex movements
Each to his own and present vestments

I’d probably run into Miss Irene
Next door neighbour dense as concrete
Half nude bad titjob swaying like on heat
Quick pleasantries and bolt like an athlete

Back in my crib, seated in my favorite seat
Finish this poem and send it off quick
Order dinner and some sweet treat
I’d think Naija and hear her rush-hour streets
I miss the heat, the loud street beats
I miss being just like the next guy
Charcoal face not darker than usual

No daily attempt to prove my meat

Something tells me tomorrow may be same
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll finally be sane
Sane enough to go back to naija.

Or be grateful for what I have here
And with hope, plan for another day.

-ManCee

SILENT LIKE THE "dotcom"

Neighbor A]8:12 AM

Knock Knock!

Neighbor B] 8:12 AM

who be dat?

Neighbor A]8:19 AM

Na ya neighbor

I wan borrow salt

Neighbor B] 8:21 AM

Market don close? Ehn Papa Nduka?

Neighbor A]8:31 AM

No.

But e too far

I don put rice for fire already

Neighbor B] 8:37 AM

Ok

Neighbor B] 8:39 AM

I go give you 3 seed of salt

Neighbor A]8:46 AM

Shuo!

You harsh o

Sisi Clara, ask yasef...

"Wetin Jesus go do?"

haba!

:-O

Neighbor B] 8:47 AM

3 seed na 3 cups na? you no go sukool?:P

Neighbor A]8:49 AM

Three cups?! Haba...

You dey try abuse me? Say I no fit go buy salt?

Shuo!

Na wah to you o

Neighbor B] 8:50 AM

as market too far, I wan help your ministry of cooking

Neighbor A]8:50 AM

mba

Na wetin I ask you make you do

(all dis gehls of nowadays sef, mtscheew)

Neighbor B] 8:54 AM

see hep wey I wan hep you o

I tire these today man sef

Neighbor A]8:55 AM

Just gimme enoff salt for d concoction rice wey dey fire, biko

Neighbor B] 8:56 AM

you sure say no be Ila-asepo you dey cook

Neighbor A]9:02 AM

chei!

From saying I no fit buy salt

now you dey call me blind?

:-O

Neighbor B] 9:04 AM

blind ke!

Neighbor A]9:04 AM

So I no sabi rice from okra, ehn?

Neighbor B] 9:05 AM

we dey confam

Neighbor A]9:12 AM

Baba Lan'lord go hear dis one o

Neighbor B] 9:13 AM

tell am na

 Na oga at the top go judge de mata

:P

Neighbor A]9:14 AM

You dey tok now abi?

When mata reach council now...you go silent like the "dotcom"

Neighbor B] 9:17 AM

that's all

AIRING MY MIND

So many things in this life seem to be competing for one's sanity.

From love matter, to hate matters.

Money or the lack thereof...tis funny how opposites can have the same harrowing effect on your mind. Then I learnt that the same parts of the brain interpret pain and pleasure...that's why some folks can derive pleasure from other people or their own pain. Hmmm

I have had moods and swings so bad that I did infact feel quite unwell.

Someone told me to decide on a reason for my existence. I liked the thought till it dawned on me that that was silly...I didn't make my life so what do I know about the 'why' I'm here? Whats that supposed to be? 'Reverse Engineering'? Mtscheew.


The closest I've gone to reverse engineering my self, life and head is to ensure that I remain sane as much as the definition for that allows. 

To keep from going completely mad, I had to settle and agree with myself on some immutable facts, chief of which was that everything was exactly as I allow myself to perceive it...thence commenced years of setting the datum. What is normal? I discovered that I was a very capable individual though I routinely doubted myself. I spent years researching and asking questions of others. From why do you think we are here to how long is considered 'normal' in love making (true story).

Something I do... A mix of visualization, positive thoughts and reinforcement;

I call it 'airing my mind'. I imagine opening the doors and windows to my mind for cross ventilation and let the breeze carry the 'yama yama' away. Sounds simple but it effing works. 

When I feel I'm thinking too much, I do a technique I 'invented' which I call a thought-loop. Simple technique. I tell myself to think about nothing, then ask myself to think about that, THEN ask myself what I'm thinking about...the answer? I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about which is that I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about which is that I'm thinking about what I'm thinking about etc etc....the end answer to that is "I'm thinking of nothing".

Those two help and have kept me sane. Now I do them without even 'thinking'. Like my mind knows when to switch to "auto", as part of the 'System maintenance protocol'.

One of my new ogas said they should nickname me "Smiley" coz I'm always smiling. I laughed out loud and patted myself on the back. Those tortuous years waging my private battles have indeed paid off. I made it. (But what of the many who didn't/ will not...)

I'm still here today with gratitude to The Most High as proof that we can rise above our personal deamons. I do understand that some of us do need more help than others to stay sane...but i5t is achievable.

From being tormented by the multitude, I emerged from my ashes as a voice for the multitude. The flesh and blood of the multitude.

:-)
Safe.

-ManCee 

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Ol boi, na wah...

So its 2013 now now?

The way time flies ehn...e go make you hala say "ol boi, na wah".

Cant believe I posted twice in 2012! I sincerely wish I can say this year will get more posts...

The last I was here, I was ranting about Lagos and its travails...this year, I find myself away from Las Gidi and now in Uncle Sam's country. I guess tyis a case of 'mind what you wish for'.

Dis 'Man-Must-Wack' thin's wey just dey move man pikin all over the globe. Hmm, okay o...

The cold for here ehn! Na die!
See as your guy dey wear clothe sleep call am pyjamas. Me wey if i wan sleep well for naija, na to undress yakata for my 7x7. For here, I no dey gree open window sef. As I dey pick car to buy, na heated seat and steering wheel top my list. I dey even leave on Tommy overcoat inside car as emergency personal protective equipment.

As a correct opportunist na, I say as I find myself for here for like a year so, I must tour their whole country building my picture cache. Na im I follow go mardi gras o. The only mistake I made was not making enough friends who dey shaq make dem for fit follow go. I felt quite alone there...everyone was drinking/ had drunk/was drunk...it was almost boring feeling like the only sober person in a whole town.

Seeing all the people together, one could not help noticing some facts; OYIBO PEOPLE CAN FAT, latinos can fine sha, black people can get yansh (chei!) plus swag plus attitude and if only whites  had yansh dem for overfine pass.

Oh make I no forget this gossip...as I dey waka go my hotel around 2am, na im I hear two oyibo women dey yarn dey giggle for my back. I look around, na only the three of us dey the street. Cold dey mama me so I hide hand inside trouser. Apparently that action drew my pants tighter. As the two women dey giggle like so, I come take style listen to their talk. Dem dey talk about my yansh(!). I say shuo! ignored dem dey waka dey go...

One of dem come call out say "Hello sir, yeah its you we are talking about. Dont you just walk on by like you cant hear us... we are saying thats a real nice arse you've got there".

Ol boi, my inner jaw drop. Na im I begin laff sotay. I stop, pointed at them in turn "You ladies are drunk", I said. The other one shake im head and said "yes we are, but even if I wasnt drunk...I'd still wanna tap that arse". I was so shocked I just resume my laff jejely.

As I shook my head laughing and walking away, they called after me..."if you are looking for us, we'll be at the waffle house...!"

Ol boi... "na real wah".

ps: Wishing you a fulfilling new year and may all your plans and planning make sense.

-ManCee

Memoirs Of a Lagos Returnee (Part 1)

Fact: I do not like lagos.
Fact: Lagos is just like jand/yankee...good enough to visit, not as much to live in
Fact: I do not like lagos.

So I was away from lagos. For about two years. No it wasnt my first time living outside the state, but contrasting that with the other times...this time I actually had fun.

I could and did dictate my own terms, I could and did choose my affiliates and associates. In other words, I was king of my own hill- albeit small.

Fast forward many months after 'returning', I'm in hospital typing this. My 'yansh' (excuse my french) has been poked ever so often I think I might need the services of some 'vulcanizer' dude.
So wetin bring my "hole-y butt" to this den of white clad eggheads with weird earphones and scantily clad pretty nurses with legs that make you want to feign a headache? Hmmm, na 'malaria' o!

My brother! So I suddenly developed a chill in the office, put on a winter coat (seriously) but no relief. I went upnto the balcony and stayed in the sun but my fingers still felt like they were laced with liquid nitrogen. It was either that I was developing powers akin to Sub-Zero's or something was wrong. Then it hit me- I have a fever!

Sharply sharply, I trotted down to the company clinic, doc asked me if I was okay. Honestly, I thought this was sarcastic and I wanted to answer in equal measure and jump on his desk singing "I feeeeeel good", James Brown style. All I could manage was a lame imitation of Maintain's "I catch cold".

Some blood work later, the verdict was one of africa's most common yet worst killer- malaria.

I was let off that day, a friend drove me home but I was back 2 days later for an overnight stint with a diagnoses of increased parasite activity in my blood! Doc said I missed a chance of it developing into 'cerebral malaria'! Hmmmm

A week later after I was discharged, I got a carton of baygon insecticide and sprayed the whole house...next morning, I was greeted with the sight of the most dead mosquitoes I have ever seen in my entire life.

For those in naija right now, abeg with the flooding everywhere...install mosquitoe nets and spray your home with insecticides. For those outside naija, remind your people back home to. Or better still, send money home to buy some.

Safe.

-ManCee

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NO BE TODAY...

No be today wey we know say people too like money and folks who appear to have it. No be today we know say babes think they can smell money on a person...no be today we know say they can.

Or can they?

Another Bach Eve, and of course...my boys book another fancy club/hotel, block book their rooms and block the streets with their fancy cars. No be today.

The bus loads of chics roll up, all clad (or not) in various apparels and at different stages of undress to join in send off this soon to be wed to his own version of marriage-bliss or curse, we can only wish him well.

As usual, there are other fellas from other organizations there, who though they have less funds to philander with represent nonetheless with comparable swagger...and to the females with bulging and calculating eyes...there is no difference.

Of note was this particular dude, he was dancing with almost all the fine and 'gifted' chics.  Grinding, grinning and obviously having the time of his life. No sooner do you see him and some chic in a corner smooching and exchanging numbers, than you'd see him with another repeating the same ritual. Someone pointed him out and we couldnt quite place who he was affiliated to...but hey!

While nursing my diet coke by the bar, I found him by my side taking a break and remarked on how he was quite the ladies man. He laughed and said " Baba, if only I was half of what you guys are, dem for hear am". He had been telling the girls he was another 'Oyel Big Boi' and tales of his many brushes and narrow escapes with MEND et al and of course the ladies were lapping it up and licking his 'kini' (he swears by this) believing they were snaring a big fish.

According to him, "Afteral, why else do you think these chics willingly come to Bach Eves and parties of big boys? To catch a big fish. Simple"

On what he'll do when later they find out? Oh, thats easy...he'll throw it back at them for being shallow if the only reason they wanted him was because they thought he had more money than they thought he did. And of course, ' He go don already chop, numerous times by then!'

No be today wey we know say people too like money and folks who appear to have it. No be today we know say babes think they can smell money on a person...no be today we know say they can.

Or can they?

-ManCee

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THIS THING IS HARD JOR...

There was a time when i couldn't imagine not being on blogger for a week. These days, tis hard to actually be on blogger at least once in a month.

When i think about my blogger history, the why i started it and what it helped me with and ALL the wonderfully correct peeps i was opportuned to meet on blogger...i almost feel like a friend was telling me she felt about church;

She said when she was yet unmarried, she had a lot of time to spend in church. Moreover, all the people who were "her type" were there in church as she had always been a church girl herself. Fast forward 10years later, she has a family to look after; a husband and 2 toddlers and my friend was fretting that she no longer had time to be so so involved in church activities. According to her, the preacher man was insinuating that because they all now had what they wanted, they have neglected God and "His work".

I laughed and noted to her how the preacher man was just being either a selfish something something or just couldn't see beyond his pious nose. God would definitely expect these hardworking women to spend more time taking care of their homes which is the bedrock of the faith and the society in general. Perhaps Preacher Man should focus on the unmarried "youth" and let married folks be responsible devouts.. As opposed to just being devouts.

Same way, I like to think Blogsville will understand my absence and not chalk it down to another ingrate that came, took and disappeared. I am doing my part in encouraging more new folks to blog even if I can't make the time like I would love to.
Man, tis hard balancing this with the responsibilities life and work have thrusted on me. But I'm confident that y'all understand that ManCee can't forget you, even when I don't remember.

Compliments of the season.

Stay smiling
-ManCee

TAMING A CWY BABY

Pally1: I want to come back home oooooooo:'(
ManCee: Who chase you b4?
Pally1: Me ;;)
ManCee: So....
Like I said before...
"QUIT WHINING":|
Pally1: :*cwying* I'll whine all I want
ManCee: Cwy cwy baby :p
Pally1: Leeme o ehen
ManCee: Cwy cwy baby
Na you go taya
When you taya
You no go cwy again.
Pally1: ROFL
ManCee: *chuckle*
Pally1: A cwy poem, ROFL
ManCee: Lol
As old as I can remember....
My mum used to chant it for my lil sis
Pally1: Lol
Never heard it. She was a cwy baby like me?
ManCee: Chic cwied for next to no reason. Wakes cwying sef. I swear up till primary schl o
Pally1: Lol. Is she the last born?
ManCee: Till my mama cured her
ManCee: No o...
Pally1: Wht did she do?
ManCee: Oh! One of those early-morning-wake-up-cwying-sessions....I heard sounds that resembled drum beating...
Actually, the sound woke me..
Pally1: What was the sound?
ManCee: I heard my sister voice...Man of the house, I sprung to action...
With speed to make Clark Kent green..I sped to the corridor
Pally1: Lol
ManCee: With speed to make Bruce Wayne cower I pieced together the puzzle...
There was my beloved sister cowering in a corner
Pally1: Oya na... *skipping impatiently from side to side*
ManCee: Next to her my dear mother. My sister's face was dotted with surprise.. My mother's with satisfaction
Pally1: Lol. What did she do? What did she do?
ManCee: The lil girl was trying to get away from the Physical Education Masters holder + educator in front of her..
ManCee: With the next raising of the bigger female's hand...I dashed forward ...Grabbed her hand, came in between the two.. "Mummy, what did she do? Why are you beating her like so..?!
And my mum who is one of the most balanced persons I know shrugged and answered...'Nothing'
... 'NOTHING'?!
Pally1: Lol
ManCee: Omg, where is her husband?
Where is the man who married this female?!
Pally1: She was just beating her for nothing!:O
ManCee: Her marbles are definitely missing more than a few
The unthinkable
The abomination!
Pally1: Lol
ManCee: Walking away to continue her morning chores, she continued...
"Everytime she cwies and ppl ask me why, I always say 'I don't know' "
But now if they do, I'll tell them I beat her.
Pally1: what did she do?
ManCee: I swear to you by the unfailing mental well being of that dear woman till date and the incredulity of my beloved sister's sustained healing till date...
The I-will-beat-you-before-you-have-a-chance-to-cry prognosis WORKED!
Our house never heard the early-morning-wake-up-cwyings again,
Pally1: ROFL
ManCee: But mama's thumping was heard at other times, for different erring child-members of the household who decided to give her a reason to remember the biblical saying that...
"In the heart of a child is madness. 'Pashan' (yoruba for cane) will remove it" O:)
And look how great we turned out. :D
Pally1: Lol
Yeah, it works all the time
God bless our mothers :)
ManCee: *Amen * may our kids be able to eventually say same for us.
Pally1: Lol. Amen oooo!

A HAUNTED MIND

A haunted man
By the stillbirth pains
Of dreams unfulfilled/ unforgotten
Preyed on
By the truism of desire
And the veracity of failure
Humbled beneath his quivering feet
(Forced into) hiding in the twines of self doubt
Solace seeking in the shadow of the past
Cowering before the promise of the future
Camouflaging in strength and resolve
Face as uncompromising as flint
Heart as vulnerable as butter
Body torn between either extreme
Head reeling in aching formulae
-formulations to predict happiness
Intelligent theories that miss the obvious truth
The transparent truth taught in nurseries
"One bad fruit don't spoil the whole bunch"
Not every soul can really be saved
'Life' happens to even the best of us

The journey is long; the trip is hard
The man who lasts is the man who is
The redemption song is a self sung one
Mental slavery and emancipation
For none but ourself can free our own mind
With no fraternity with failures of the past
No fear of the luminousity of the future
Chasing down each dream with resolve steely
With swords of desire, driving through each
A need for fresh air, to be, to breathe
To be happy, find fulfillment, and to live
And cease to be
'A haunted man'.

-ManCee

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SUPER VILLAIN

I sit here by the sunset
With memories by the score
Of the love I gave but never got
But I gave my all
Much more than I've got
Still I end up folorn

O daughters of Eve
Offsprings of the garden love
You who worm into our core
Partake of our store
Fly off by the light of dawn
And leave our heart with a bore

Perhaps there's nought like love
Perhaps tis a tool, vamps for
-I hesitate to say whore
Oh! Spare me the gore
And with a gun just rob
Than spin me mushy folklore
That hurts the more
When you leave us null
Dour, sour
And of heart poor.

(something from the archives)

My Privilege

Its a privilege

Music fills the infinite between two souls, they say
The songs we share remind me of you
The burden of each day is lightened when I hear you laugh
Then the morning becomes more than just another day...
But another chance to look at life with a smile
And believe that indeed and of a truth
Life is a gift
We earn the privilege by enjoying it.
I am privileged to have had you in mine.




(I miss you old friend,
Fleeting as it was, our time
You I can not forget-
-Even when I do not remember...)

For a day…

I don’t think I can pass for “cuddly”, I’m better as “Cuddler”.

6 foot 2, muscular build (these days, most of the time), lets face it…it’ll be quite a search finding a female big enough to cuddle me.
Part of the reality of MY world…I have to be the ‘designated cuddler’. I don’t mind most times…but today, I WANT TO BE CUDDLED.

And in my psyche, I’m more of a giver than receiver (- my ‘selfishness’ was acquired )

Am I lonely? Maybe, dunno…
Horny? Doubt it, but dunno…

I want to be held and rocked. Almost like I want to be a child again.

No, I don’t want to be irresponsible and stupid, just want to be… a child.

Have someone, a female, fawn over me. No, not my mother *rolling my eyes*, it is important that I’m also attracted physically to this ‘someone’. Else it all wont work. My mind wont be able to let go and let “MAN Cee” slip away.

I want to feel someone coo in my ears, feel Another’s warmth on my arms, nest in the cradle of someone’s care, rest my head on some ample bosom, sense a female hustle and bustle about my flat while I lay back and placid with a hot cocoa, curled up listening to soothing music. Someone to take care of ME, today. This weekend?

If only there was a “Dial-A-Cuddler”. *sigh*

I’m so used to being there for people, taking care of everyone, solving their problems , listening, being big brother, son, mentor, advisor, consultant, engineer, goto person etc. SH*T! ManCee is tired! I feel like I’ve given so much and I need a refill. I want to have no cares for a while…mine nor others’.

Maybe I’m just weary. Maybe I just need a break from myself. Maybe I’m losing it. Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about.

Maybe I just want to be a …’child for a day.’

-ManCee

FEMALE :(PHOBIA or :)PHILIA

My friend said to be wary of women, I absent mindedly asked 'why?'

"WHY?!" he thundered...

"Because the woman is the only creature on the earth today that was not made DIRECTLY from the ground (earth). There is virtually no information as to how she was created. All we are told is that God took a rib, went away, and came back with a woman. How he did it, we do not know.

In Gen chapter 6, Angels came down from heaven because of the woman. In the new testament, Paul advises Christians to FLEE forni……

We can stand against demons, Stand against the powers of darkness and Resist the devil; But when it comes to the woman you are advised to run… not walk, not cast or bind but run"


Okay, I'm still laughing...

Then I remembered a colleague who said "The best way to defeat a temptation is to 'fall for it'. Then it ceases to be a temptation, rather, something in the past."

Both make sense in their twisted ways, and the question boils down to...

"TO DO or NOT TO DO"

Ladies, should we fear una?
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Hello Blogsville,
I've missed y'all pieces.
Forgive my silence, forgive even more my absence...for you(pl) are always with me.
-ManCee

The I'm too hot syndrome

So there's this fella from way back who all his life had been a church boy, became a church 'bro', was many times an executive on his Campus fellowship board etc etc

Guy finished with school and NYSC and landed a real swell job with schlumberger ( for those who don't know, that's a really sweet job right there). Went abroad on a 6month training, had a car and apartment all set up in like light speed quick. In short, guy was no longer am 'average' dude.

However, my guy never had a girlfriend before. Not even a 'sister' from college days. He was effing timid when it came to lady things. Sure he fancied a few ladies in school..but that was it. None of them ever got to know of it. So my guy has been eyeing a particular chic in church ( equally a church girl) and finally -with our encouragement- steps up to her to ask her to be his girlfriend. The girl agreed within a short while. Drop dead gorgeous good churchy damsel, most definitely a virgin and all thÉ works.

Then bobo -all by himself- has an epiphany. If this girl who is the envy of all bros could jell for him so quickly, no no no; if HE could get the girl with so little effort, then that means he's just an ugly duckling who has always been a swan all aloÑg! To test his theory, he broke up with Pweety and went after another...same result!

...And thus was a monster born.

Fast foward a year later, dude is a confirmed ladies man. Babes calling in left right and centre. He confessed to have done a threesome at least thrice! Nice right!? When we met again, he tried to impress me with his 'awesome' statistics.

I laughed at his juvenile rantings and educated him on "Mancee's Law of Universal Averageness". WÍthout the high soundiÑg words, it just says we are all the same. Some haters have said it derives from Biblical Solomon's "Nothing new under the sun". By implication, you actually don't have a truly unique and exclusive thought; someone else is thinking your exact same thoughts somewhere else. No don't confuse this with alternate dimension crap...it aint the same.

Anyways, in this case; ever woken up someday and told yourself that IF someone were to grab you and beg you for sex that day, you'd happily oblige? Well, at least one other person is thinking same. So while you wait for 'someone' to make the move, 'someone' is ...wait for it... Waiting/hoping/ wishing that YOU would make the move. Lastline? No one gets laid- unless someone actually does the required action- ASK.

So, as a 'player' and or 'slut' (gender irrelevant), when you think you've 'scored', you have only met with your other 'Thought-Sharer/peer'. NÓ big deal. You still aint all that.If you 'score' often...you are just meeting people who share your thought and have been waiting for the offer.

We all aint all that. We are all the same...

-Mancee :D

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Arrangee..sorta!

So, my older cousin called me up last night. 'Go to my fb page, look for a certain chic called (say) 'Helen'. Check out her page and call me back'.

I sighed, the matchmakers wont let up would they? I did as instructed, chic had a sorta poem that started out well and sorta grew so effusive while trying to be vague that i wouldn't have given it a good grade. I read the almost equally effusive comments and wondered if people still understood poetry at all. I wanted to leave a short 'critique' but I had to be 'friends'. *sigh*

She has like 4 blog pages (2 on wordpress, 2 on blogger) last updated in 2009-all on the same day. The one that had the most had just 2 entries.

Called bros back. He rants off her biodata, I'm trying to put together a profile of her in my head. I tell bros about the other chic i just met, not too much details just a heads-up thing. He says to at least be friends with the nu girl and just check her out. I'm chuckling, but the need to comment on the girls's lengthy 'poem' becomes overwhelming...so I log back on, ask to be fB friends and left a personal msg that I read her 'poem' and have some comment to add.

What do I have to lose?If she adds me, I get to have fun poking fun at her, and she may just learn a thing or two. If not *yawn*, back to my ps3 baby....
Perhaps I'm really outta my mind.

perhaps...

I met someone.

Friend of a friend's wife

At a friend's wedding where I was the compere

Been seeing her for a couple of weeks

It would appear she thinks I'm all that

I maintain my aloofness like she's just there

She knows my story and doesnt mind

I like her and she seems 'my kind'

I'm wondering if I'm outta my mind.


-ManCee

MY BUCKET LIST (TOP TEN)

1) Be Happy

2) Skydive

3) Bungee jump

4) Make out in the cinemas

5) Float a company

6) Secure a wife who loves my wowoh self totally

7) Have kids I can do 'chop knuckle' with

8) Ski on the swiss alps

9) Go on a 14 days boat cruise

10) Go scuba diving

...Put a safari trip somewhere in there :)

Pretty crowded top ten right? And the plan is to DO THEM ALL. Especially while I'm young and can still enjo the trips.

I better start now shay. I know and I'm sooo on it. The dream chasing starts with 2011, My year of ...
*wink*

-Mancee