How to get an A on yhur final exams! :)

During my senior exam in college, I served as a teacher's assistant. One of my roles was to administer and proctor the exams. The class was a freshman introductory course, which had well over five hundred students.

The students were given four exams during the semester and one cumulative final exam at the semester's end. 


In order to manage these five hundred college freshmen, I had to establish rules. The rules were as follows. The exams began at exactly 9:00a.m. The students would pick up their test booklets and blue books and proceed to a seat of their choosing. They would have exactly fifty minutes to complete the examination. At exactly 9:50a.m., I would call out, "Pencils down!" Everyone had to stop writing immediately, put their pencils down, proceed to the front of the room and turn in their blue books. Those who did not put their pencils down at exactly 9:50.a.m. and turn in their blue books would receive an automatic F, no exceptions!

When final exam time came, the students were so indoctrinated into the system that I only needed to announce one warning at 9:40.a.m. So as the final minutes ticked away, I announced, "It is 9:40. You have ten minutes until pencils down." Then at 9:50.a.m, I barked my last command for that semester: "It's 9:50, pencils down. You know the rules!" And boom, all pencils went down, just like always. All 500 students stood-or was it only 499? Yes it was. Everyone filled the aisle except for one sneaky guy-a guy way up in the nosebleed section.

He was just writing and writing away. I saw him up there, but he didn't think I could. Once again, I barked, "Pencils down everyone!" But he kept on writing, trying to beat my system. How dare he! Boy, would I get him! At 9:58a.m, as I began to organize the stacks of examination packets, I saw this young man running up the aisle to surrender his exam to the table.

"Here, Mr. D'angelo, take my blue book!", he huffed and puffed.

"I cannot accept this. You know the rules. Pencils down at 9:50a.m, or you get an automatic F!"

"please Mr. D'angelo, take my blue book!"

"No! You know I can't do that. It's against the rules."

"Please, please, take my blue book. I'm barely passing this class. My mom and dad will kill me if I have to repeat this class. Just take it and no one will ever know." A tear began to stream down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I just can't." I went back to the stacks, organizing them one by one. The young man just turned and walked away with his shoulders slumped.

Now with a stack of five hundred or so books in my arms, I watched the freshman walk up the stairs towards the exit. Just about at the halfway point, I saw him boldly turn around, with great confidence, you might say with a hint of arrogance. He swiftly jogged down to me.

He questioned softly, "Mr. D'angelo, do you know who I am?"

"Why? No! And frankly, I couldn't care less"

"Are you sure you don't know who I am?", he inquired with even a greater confidence. I started to get a little concerned. Was this the dean's son? What had I gotten myself into?

"No, I'm sorry, I don't", I said, with a little hesitation in my voice.

"Are you absolutely, 100% sure that you don't know who I am?"

"For the last time, no, I don't know who you are!"

"Well then, good!" and he shove his blue book into the middle of the stack and ran out of the door.

[Chicken Soup for the COLLEGE soul!]

Chicken Soup! :)

Heyyy!!!


Okay, I haven't blogged since the last time Aristotle's mother changed his diapers!!! I bet that's a really long time ago! :)
I've been extremely busy! (emphasis on the "EXTREMELY") So busy I don't even tweet as regularly as I used to. Tres sad! :(
School's been a 'bitch' though! Why on earth do we really have to go to school?? No, No.... who was the jobless Homo sapiens that 'invented' school. really though, i just wanna get up to that fother mucker and strike him with my 'light-saber'! (I bet I'm not the only one on planet Earth with this same callous feeling! Arrgghhh!)


Anyways, even with my busy schedule, I've been able to sneak in some time for my Chicken Soup for the College Soul. Oh, how I love all those Chicken Soup books!!!! ^_^ If you haven't read, at least, one of them, you need to take the next available 'flight' off the Milky Way Galaxy...believe that!


So, my next few posts are gonna be some of the short stories in this particular series that struck me/gave me goosebumps/got me teary-eyed/got me cracking up wif uncontrollable laughter!


Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!!!
(make that "read")


:)


<3

Just Friends?♥

I love you more every day,
My name I long for you to say.
Do you know just how I feel?
Do you know this love is real?
Sometimes I wonder what you think.
When you hear my name, do your cheeks turn pink?
Do you dream about me every night?
Wish to hug me and hold me tight?
Do you think we're meant to be?
Together forever, you and me?
These are the questions that run through my mind,
Your way into my heart, you did find.
It drives me crazy as to what I should do,
Should I risk a friendship and confess to you?
Or should I keep my feelings inside,
Keep them locked up, let them hide?
I just don't know what to do anymore,
My heart it aches, my heart it's sore.
I love you more than you could know,
And I don't want to ever let you go.
So even if I'm just a friend,
I'll always love you until the end.


♥

by Leanne.

Emo Poem: The people I hide...

Getting ready to see friends
Go to the mirror put makeup on
To hide my true self.
Is this what life is about?
To hide.
I see my friends flirty & girly.
I try to be happy and like them,
but all I feel is alone.
No-one here to help me
I am different to my friends.
I am different, fun, happy girly
but is that me?
I go back to the mirror
and all I see is an unknown girl
trying to find away out
but I am hidden
I hide my true self
I am no one.
People have skeletons in their closets.
I have masks.
What do you have?

By F Keats

Happy Easter ♥

Happy Easter daurlings!!! :)


Uhmm...this period hasn't really been fab for me tho'...buh all in all, I still give Him thanks! :)


First of all, I was struck wif that 'African Pandemic' called malaria. It was a tough time I tell yhu. Injections went in and outta ma bum as if a bicycle tyre was being pumped...for reals mehn, it wasn't a funny ordeal. Glad that that was over, the next week(MY BIRTHDAY WEEK!), Typhoid came into the picture. Sad much! :( I was glad that the typhoid allowed me to celebrate my birthday in good health, buh the next day, it totally knocked me out! Poor me! :(


(And yes, my birthday was totally fab! I felt soo luhved! :D
Thanks to all my friends on twitter and facebook.
I luv y'all!
Mwah!!!)


Got on a drip for like 3 days [my poor vein :(  Lest I forget, this was my very first time of being on a drip :) ]. And even on 'my sick bed', with a drip through one hand and phone in the other...i was TWEETING! Gadd, Talk about addiction! lol..
My friends on twitter helped me through this period tho'...they were really sympathetic! :)
And my bestfriend prayed for me ....aww :)


Well, before all this shit happened, I was really busy, gett'n pepared for my exam. So I guess this was the perfect 'distraction'. Anyways, I'm glad it's all over now.


Er, apart from this 'temporary setback', nunn much has been going on in Maro's life.


YES! Before I forget, JUSTIN BEIBER!!!!!
lol...is it me, or do people actually worship that dude?? When I saw a TT on twitter: "Beliebers"..I went weak in my knees! WTF??? Like, yea, I "Used" to luhv him, buh nuh anymore mehn. Ahahn!!! Is he the only person that has a good voice?? It's not like he can even dance sef (yea, DANCING is my number one priority)..lol 
There's no day that goes by withou his name or anyfin related to him on the list of TTs...Arrghhh..Kmt


Lemme not even waste my time ranting about him...


(P.S I'm not a hater tho')


:D


So, err, I guess that's it for now!
Gotta go pick up my books!
:)


L8er!


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'F' False Eyelashes! :P

My friend, Cindy, walked into my office. She looked very nice and well 'put together'. As we discussed, I noticed she was staring at me.

"What is it, Cindy?" I enquired, checking to see if I left a mark on my white shirt after a heavy meal of rice and chicken stew in the office cafeteria.
"Ayo, do you know you have beautiful eyes? They are the most striking features of your face."
I blushed at the unexpected compliment.
 "Thank you."
"You must do something about it."
"I thought you said they were beautiful?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes, I did. I am still looking at them. Bring them out. Make them look more attractive." She said, fluttering her eyelashes.


I paused before answering. "Cindy, you know I don't even use eye shadows. I am too careless for that. I will just apply it upside down. Take a look at my nails, you will see that I never do manicure or even pedicure. If I try it, they'll chip off the following day." I shook my head with such finality that you would think it was a closed subject. Gladly, she didn't say anything about it, though I still caught her stealing glances at my eyes; the sudden object of attraction.


The following day, she peeped into my cubicle at the close of work:
"Let's go and do some shopping, I'm feeling depressed."
Personally, I didn't need any reason to shop. I shop whether I'm happy or sad; I simply enjoy acquiring some "wordly possessions". My mama always says that the worldly possessions are simply for this world, we ain't taking them to heaven, so we can gladly sue them up here. So, at 5.30pm. on that eventful evening, I gladly followed my "BFF", Cindy, to a popular shopping plaza in Central Area, Abuja. As we passed by a Beauty Spa, she looked at me and said, "Remember what we discussed yesterday?"
"Which one?" I asked, puzzled. "We talked about a lot of things-upfront salary, morning meetings, targets..."
"No, not about work. You always talk about work. The discussion was about you."
"What about me?"
"Your lashes."
Oh! I touched my eye lashes instinctively. I hope they were not gone.
"This is the place. There is a young man, Andrew. Most Abuja society ladies patronize him. He is really good. He will "pamper" your eyes."
I decided to follow her inside. We met one handsome young man who greeted my friend as though she were a long-lost aunty. She introduced me and my ordeal began.


"How would you like it - Long, Short or medium?"
Cindy answered on my behalf, "Medium would do for a start."
He brought out some false eye lashes of different shades hoisted on a stand. I noticed a tube labelled 'eyelash adhesive' on the table.

"There are two options." He informed me, looking very serious. "One will last for two weeks, it is called temporary lashes and costs N7, 500.00. It will take only thirty minutes. The other is more permanent and much more expensive and will take at least two hours. It is already 6p.m, we close by 7p.m. but I can wait to complete it."


I toook the cheaper and less time-consuming option and we began the 'operation'. Cindy conveniently sneaked out to continue her shoppingadventure and hopefully her imaginary "depression" would have evaporated.


He brought out instruments of various sorts and began prodding my eyes.


"Ouch!" I screamed.
"Did it hurt you?" He inquired sympathetically.
"Yes."
"That's because you are blinking." He explained. "Can you do without blinking for a while?"


I honestly couldn't imagine not blinking if someone is pulling at your eyelid. I asked him if it were naturally possible to do so and he informed me that lots of women can achieve this feat. It was then my 'surgeon' informed me that I blink too much. I didn't know that, so I subconsciously stored it amongst the things I didn't know how to do well. The list was certainly getting longer-dancing(I dance off tune); singing(I sing off-key); walk(my momma says ladies walk slowly with precise steps, I forget all the time especially in my lovely platform shoes!) and now blinking (I blink......).


We waited a while for the eyelash adhesive to be completely dry. For finishing touches, Andrew curled the new contraption with an eyelash curler.


After about twenty minutes of discomfort and ten strands of artificial eyelashes(each strand contains three lashes), I emerged a more beautiful and 'sophisticated' Abuja babe. Cindy was right, my eyes were more pronounced. I understood why actresses and models look more ravishing. It's all about the eyes, the window of the soul. Pity, I wasn't much younger, I could have gone for auditioning for all the new beauty pageants and there are certainly many of them-Sisi Oge, Miss Insurance, Miss Ikemba, Miss Carnival, Miss Soap, and possibly, Miss EyeLashes!


"Do you like it?" Andrew asked, shaking me out of my mini-reverie.
You bet! "Yes, I look great!" I answered, still staring at the transformation.

The door opened and Cindy walked in. Perfect timing!
"You look good, Ayo!"
"Yes, I know." I responded, coyly, fluttering my newest acquisition - thick long lashes, fully paid for.
"How do you feel?" She enquired further.
"I like it." I replied.
CIndy turned to Andrew, "Would you tweak her eyebrow? They look plucked."
Not again, I thought. I have had enough!
Andrew looked at my face. "I think she needs threading.: They didn't consult me as they discussed.
"I'm good." I said breaking into their 'serious' conversation. "Besides, I don't have money left." I concluded, grabbing my wallet to go.
"I will pay." Cindy insisted.
"How much is it?" I was informed it was only N1,000.00
I didn't want to owe my friend any money because I know I will have to 'cough' out the funds on a more expensive outing. I looked at the mirror and really liked what I saw. Perhaps, a little threading or whatever that means would enhance an already lovely look.
"Okay, I would do it. Cindy, don't worry. I have the cash." She looked glad.
The term "threading" actually denotes "threading". Andrew brought out a long thread and began pulling at my eyebrow. I felt little pain as he began.
"Don't worry, it will be a little painful at first and thereafter when you get used to it on subsequent visits, you won't even notice."


"How long will it last?" I enquired at the mention of 'subsequent visits'.
"It depends on the rate of growth of the individual's eyebrow, but a minimum of two weeks."
"Ouch!" I screamed yet again as he began working on my left eyebrow. The skin at that side had gone red. I felt like crying but remembered the lovely face I saw in the mirror. I bore my pains.
Forty minutes later and N9,000 poorer(including the tip for a job well done), I exited the shopping plaza in Central Abuja. Cindy walked proudly behind me, quite pleased with herself. It was time to go home.
"You look different." My husband, Bryon said, staring at my face as I stepped into the house.
"Oh, you noticed." I was glad.
"What have you done this time, Ayo?"
I lifted up my face. At 6"4 inches to my 5"5 frame, Bryon could certainly see clearly.
"Do you like it?" I asked, batting the long, luxurious lashes at him.
"I have to know what you did before I decide." Bryon asked, suspiciously.
"I did my eyes, can't you see?"
He looked closely. "Well, it's nice but a little artificial."
"Of course, they are artificial. Just a little enhancement." I hugged a puzzled Bryon, walked off and went into the bedroom. My cellphone rang; it was Cindy.

"How do you feel girl?"

"I'm good. I just want to take a bath."
"Don't wash around the eye area for 24 hours, remember he used glue."
"How do I do that?"
"Just wash around your face, but not near the eyes!"


I took my bath, carefully avoiding my face. I decided just to cleanse my face with cotton wool and a face cleanser. As I lay down to rest, I felt a throbbing headache. It was unusual as I rarely have headaches. I dared not inform Bryon. I sneaked out to get Bryon's aspirin which he takes everyday after reading a recent newspaper article that it helps prevent all manners of diseases. I slept fitfully. I woke up the following morning feeling very strange. My eyelids felt heavy and uncomfortable. I spoke to my beauty consultant, Cindy, who informed me that I'll get used to it. I bore my discomfort stoically. I still liked the way I looked. I loved my eyes.


Day two, I still felt the discomfort. But by the third day, I got used to it. I only noticed my eyes were slightly red. Hubby merely ignored me when I asked me to check my eyes for redness. He simply didn't want to get involved. I purchased a bottle of original Visine eye drop from my regular reliable Jessi-Jen Pharmacy in Wuse2 and that took care of the problem.


Day four, five and six, I began to enjoy my new looks, fully. I had joined the league of Abuja 'big girls' - false eyelashes, artificial hair extensions, designer......


Precisely a week later, I woke up with my eyes really swollen. The upper eyelids looked like I was engaged in some battle the previous day. I was scared! I called to book an appointment at an eyeclinic. Luckily, my optician said I could come immediately. Donning a dark pair of sunshades, I arrived at the clinic. The doctor examined me and promptly put me on antibiotics.
"What's wrong with me, Doc?" I asked miserably.
"You have an eye infection."
"Eye infection?"
"Yes."


I understood. I signed a cheque of N15,000 to treat the eye infection for seven days. A rough mental calculation showed that I hadc spent over N25,000 on this adventure(lash extension, threading, tips, Visine eye drop, antibiotics, pains, discomfort and others that cannot be quantified monetarily). That put paid to my adventure with beauty enhancement, especially concerning my eyes. Some things are certainly not for some people. I would rather remain the way I have always been. Of course, Bryon said nothing. I'm sure he was glad to have his wife back without any 'enhancement'.


A few months later, another close friend of mine was staring at my eyes.


"Ayo, you have beautiful eyes."

I kept quiet.


"I think you can enhance it. I know a place where they sell contact lenses in various colours...."


I simply ignored her...



P.S THIS IS AN EXCERPT!


Hope ya'll enjoyed it tho'...I did!! That was why I decided to share it with you guys!


Lotsa luhv!!


Mwah!


:)


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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! (Keyword: "New")..hehe :D ♥

Hey Bloggsville! 

:D

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It's been a while!!! 

Yeah...a reaallyyyyy long while!

(Before I forget)

 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 

:D

Yeah, I know I'm late! :(

I'm sorry I haven't blogged since the beginning of the year....I had been really busy!

Not really had tyme to come online!

(err....Okay, that's a lie)

Actually, anytime I'm online, I just go straight to twitter....I don't even check my facebook page anymore!

(Really tho', are people still on Facebook?...lol..iKid)

So, nunn much has been happening actually, just that I've lost a few friends nd fam to the nasty hands of death...really sad! :(

God dey sha! I just keep praying for the friends and families of those that have lost their lives in the wee months of 2010!

Haiti, the Jos crisis, the Ethiopian Airplane crash, the naval chopper that crashed in Rivers State, the two trains that collided in Europe(can't remember the country actually), Brittany Murphy, Alexander McQueen, the Heiress to the Johnson&Johnson™ empire (I dont remember her name)...nd others whose life-spans have been cut short!

† † May their Souls rest in Peace! † †

I've been studying oh!

Kai,...really stressful mehn! nd I'll soon be going to school!

Yeah, I'm a freshman! 

*shy blush*

iono if I'm gonna be blogging much tho', buh I'll try to be here as often as possible! :)

So, that's it for now!

Ciao! 

:)

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♥▄ █ ▄♥ MUSIC AND ME(Part1) ♥▄ █ ▄♥

Hey Hey Hey!!!

Compliments of the season people!

:)

The holidays are finally here..Cool,huh?? Funny enough I aint feeling it as much as I used to when I was a kid. I guess I'm all grown now ;) 

Buh most of the tyme, we fail 2 recognize the real reson for the season. It's actually 2 celebrate the birth of our Saviour, Jesus Christ! AMAZING...yeh! Buh most of us(including me)  are so superficial about the whole thingie. We should look deeply in2 d meaning of Christmas and appreciate every bit of it.

Okay..dat's not what I actually wanna talk about..I'll save that for later ;)

"MUSIC" IS THE TOPIC FOR TODAY! 

 We just have to be really selective about what goes in2 our ears.(SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL). The problem right now is with the music industry in this generation. Everyone is going all "WEIRD"...ki lo de?? It's not gettin funny..Actually, its far from funny...IT FREAKING CREEPS ME OUT!!! 

First of all, Rihanna started with her "Disturbia" Vid,..then Queen B nd her "SweetDreams" Vid...,JayZ's "Run this town" ... Gaga's freaky performance at the VMA's... RiRi's new album Rated R,..(now dat's just the height of creepy.) Her lyrics re sooo dark! It's like she really wants to prove to the world dat she's a "Good Girl Gone Bad". ...Like I read somewhere, there's nunn like a "Good Girl Gone Bad"...just a "Bad Girl Found Out"..hmmn, so maybe her inner "demon" had been waiting to just burst out..(nd it finally has)! Well...I've actually got nunn against RiRi..(okay maybe,I have--She stole my love(ChrisBrown..lol) 

Buh some other  artistes have got their own negative opinions concerning the latest trend in the industry.

Tiffany Evans (best known for her single “Promise Ring” ft. Ciara and her stint on Star Search)  took to her Twitter page on Wednesday morning to discuss the topic. She tweeted:

“Russian Roulette= Suicidal Rate gon sky rocket!

You gotta watch what u say. Because there are a lot of weak people in the world. They are susceptible to anything so anything you say or do some people actually do listen. So make sure its nothing bad. Its okay to be deep, but not murder deep.
Man! I really wish I could tell you guys what the industry really is and what stars are apart of destroying this world. The stars who worship satan,and those who have killed to get the respect they have now. You’d be verrrry surprised. Some of your favorite people pretend to worship God but they only do that to save face. Or seem innocent.

Satan was head of music in heaven. He uses influential people…to help influence the world. Think about that. Once u make a certain amount of money. Just know that that’s when they ask u to join. To get in you have accept the beast, worship. Once you join they assist u with ur career.make u huge.only if u agree and obey to destroy Gods word.and his children.
Ppl listen and pay attention. Its a war going on right now between Good and Evil. Evil will rule this world for a minute. The people that have this power are the people that RULE the whole world. I’m done I won’t say anymore before I get in trouble.”

Evan’s tweets are centered around the “rumored corruption and brainwashing that goes on behind the scenes of the entertainment industry, often referred to as a group called the Illuminati“.

(SOURCE)

Omarion also had his own views concerning this ish..

“I don’t personally know Rihanna’s beliefs but I think there’s a very dark and very sinister part of the entertainment business and I think it’s very visible,” he said. “This is something that a lot of people don’t look at [but for example] Michael Jackson used to be a Jehovah’s Witness and I remember hearing that he wanted to separate from the religion — and this was during the time that he was doing ‘Thriller’ [which ended up being] his biggest album.”

“Fast forward to now,” Omarion continued, “[and] it really made me think that there is a [time as an artist] where there’s going to be a choice. The [entertainment] world [dictates] that you have to be with three or four women, or do this in order to get that [and] I think it’s really interesting. With God and the industry, it’s really dark. The dark side is having to get in, there’s a certain submission you need to have. Just like a gang [initiation], so to speak. You might have to do something against your moral code. I’m not saying that it’s always this way, but when you’re someone that is young and you’re coming up in the industry and you really don’t have a grip on your morals it can be very dark. The game is just about over saturation.

“I don’t know if Rihanna [has fallen victim to those pressures]. I’ve never really heard her speak about it,” he said. “I hope that she doesn’t believe in that stuff and I don’t think that she does, but I don’t know. It’s not just been a Rihanna thing, [there's has been religious speculation] about a lot of artists.”

-SOURCE

I'm still a big fan of Queen B tho'....even my mum is!...lol. RiRi is still on my #HateList cuz she stole C.B from me :P...lol.. Aii, jokes apart...I really don't like her decision to join the darkside. I even heard some other stuff about JayZ, Kanye, Lil' Wayne, Madonna..etc They're sooo many! And they're  the ones making it big in Music these days.

Buh, we know nothing, God knows everything. So, we just need his help in overcoming the devil's plans. I really can't judge no one. We leave the judgements to God.

So, that's it for now Blogsville.

Thanks for the tyme yhu spent in reading this. We all pray for God's directions all the time.

Till next time,

God Bless!

nd

Happy Holidays!!

:)

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THE DIAGNOSIS

Hey Bloggsville!!!
Whatit do?!!!


I've not been medically aiight for a while now....buh, thankfully, I'm gettin better.


First of all, my tooth developed a hole. This is the fourth time it's  happening..I've actually taken out 3 teeth. I really don' t know why I'm always plagued with such tooth problems, cuz my oral hygiene is very sound. Peeps even complain dat I take care of my teeth like I'm goin for an "Oral-Hygiene" contest(....dat's if dere's anyfin lyk dat..). My dad told me that it might be a hereditary thingie, cuz my grandad(paternal) had such tooth-issues as well. I keep wondering why I had tuh be the one tuh "inherit" such kinda crap. None of my siblings has ever had a tooth problem. It's so sad dat I had tuh be d one tuh experience  the BullSh*t..kmt..If yhu've ever had such an issue,yhu'll definitely understand what I'm talking about nd why I'm whining so much.
I tell yha, IT'S HELL!!! 
The dentist's is d worst place to visit on this planet. OMG!!...The  experience is soo terrible dat sumtymes I dream about it...lol..okay I'm just kidding..buh seriously,..every visit I take to d dentist ends up being a very memorable one. I dont even want to go into details!

Then secondly, just last week, I was diagnosed with GINGIVITIS..yeh...I was!
Don't mind d terms I'm using jor...."diagnosed" kor..The "diagnosed" is now making it sound like I've got a deadly disease..kmt...
Gingivitis is just an inflammation of the gums.. My gums were a lil bit swollen nd they hurt real bad. Sadly, that was the Sallah period (when dere was sufficient meat, buh I just couldn't) :( sooo sad! 
buh thankfully,it was just a mild case. I was able to treat it before it progressed to d horrible phase.
If gingivitis is left untreated, it could lead to PERIODONTITIS!...Now, dat's no joke! Periodontitis is one hell of a gum disease. It could cause all d patient's teeth to become loose nd eventually,dey all fall off. SCARY SH*T MEHN!!!


Then thirdly,...just like 3 days ago, I came up with influenza. "BLAME IT ON THE HARMATTAN!" It was horrible, buh its all gud now :D


I was able to get through this cheerfully because of God, my family nd my BESTFRIEND. He was always there to listen to my complaints, and even if he couldn't do anything about it, I just kept on complaining to him...nd he just kept on cheering me up! :D The bestest friend ever(he's actually God-sent)!


Now I feel really drowsy 'cause of the expectorant I took a few minutes ago. It's for one silly cough that started today...kmt... buh I'ld be sound in no tyme :)


Well, blogsville....this is where I gotta go!
nd yeh, thanks for listening to my "complaints" as well....y'all made my day! :)


P.S I'M SORRY 'BOUT THE TITLE OF THE POST...I DDNT HAVE ANY TITLE IN MY HEAD ND THIS WAS WHAT POPPED OUT...lol