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Welcome.Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-79498949740201293692018-02-14T11:51:00.001+00:002018-02-14T11:51:34.553+00:00Baking Series - Episode 4 - CranberryMacadamia Infusion <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello and welcome to Missy Tee's bakery!<br />
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Today, love is in the air. If you're inclined to celebrating Valentine's, this is for you.<br />
I decided to make a Valentine's day themed cake. So let's get to it<br />
Introducing the "CranberryMacadamia Infusion" made with intense affection...maybe not! iKid.<br />
Once again, this is MY recipe, I love to mix and match. I've noted (as you should really) that strawberries immediately come to mind when we talk about Valentine's. So I decided to use cranberries instead - they're red, aren't they? So why NAT? #rebel<br />
I would have loved to use some glazed cranberries but I could not get any so I made do with what I had. I bought the dried cranberries and macadamia mix and went to play.<br />
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Please meet the "CranberryMacadamia Infusion".<br />
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As you know, I love to keep my ingredients simple - I love simplicity<br />
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- Self-raising flour 200g<br />
- Butter 180g<br />
- Eggs - 4<br />
- Milk - 1/2 Cup (dependent on the thickness of the mix)<br />
- Caster sugar - 180g<br />
- Dried or glazed Cranberries (and macadamia) - 1 Cup<br />
- A drop of vanilla essence - optional<br />
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Tools</h3>
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- Parchment paper<br />
- Mixer<br />
- Spatula<br />
- Kitchen paper<br />
- Oven<br />
- Baking tin<br />
- Weighing sale<br />
- Timer<br />
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Procedure</h3>
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- Sift the flour and sugar into a mixing bowl<br />
- Cream the butter and sugar along with the flour<br />
- Add the eggs in<br />
- Mix until fully incorporated<br />
- Add the vanilla and the cranberries<br />
- Mix until smooth<br />
***ensure the mix is slightly heavy to prevent the cranberries from sinking!<br />
- Pour into the prepped baking tin<br />
- Bake away<br />
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Timing</h3>
- I baked this for about 45 mins because my mix was quite light!<br />
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Remove from the tin and place on a cooling rack. Once cool<br />
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Decorate</h3>
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- Sift some icing sugar on top<br />
- Throw some leftover cranberries onto it<br />
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Eat</h3>
- Grab a glass of wine (if you drink) but for teetotal Missy Tee - deceive yourself by pouring some cranberry juice into a flute/wine glass or whatever and enjoy!<br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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Love, <br />
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Missy Tee<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-33241722171501036672018-02-08T13:25:00.002+00:002018-02-08T13:27:21.639+00:00Sorry!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey world!<br />
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You good? I say this all THE time! Let's be professional - How are you doing? Nehhh that's boring. You GOOD? *wide grin*<br />
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<b><i>Before I forget, the <a href="http://missytees.blogspot.co.uk/2018/01/baking-series-episode-2-orange-orange.html" target="_blank">baking series</a> is ongoing, The Valentine's post would be up next week. Get a glass of wine ready!</i></b><br />
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<b></b><i></i>Today, I am talking about "saying sorry".<br />
I have come across a lot of people who find it so hard to say sorry even when they're wrong.<br />
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A lady was with her fiancé (and no I'm not talking about me) and she spent 2 hours on the phone with her girlfriend. You would think she was talking about something very important but NO. They were just talking, and there were moments where she had nothing saying on the phone and they were sometimes quiet - you know the kinda silence you get when you just can't be bothered hanging up (yep! I do that with my closest and dearests). <br />
This went on for months and slowly Mr Fiancé began getting angry and slowly saying something about it to her. However, she just did not acknowledge the issue as an issue.<br />
At some point, Mr Fiancé finally pipes up and directly talks to her about the issue and the Lady Girl became very defensive. She gave every reason under sun as to why she does not see it as an issue so he needed to stop being sensitive.<br />
Mr Fiancé explained that he simply did not like the fact that she spends lots of time on the phone when they are together. He explained how it made him feel and all of that jazz. Lady Girl still did not apologise for this.<br />
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Now, here's the thing. I find it hard to understand why on earth a lady would become defensive in such situations. No let's break it down...<br />
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1. Why are you on the phone for hours when you're with MR?<br />
2. Why would you be so deaf AND BLIND to the hints?<br />
3. Why can't you just apologise because you, me and the world know YOU iz wrong!<br />
4. Are you really interested in the guy/relationship? If not, please spare the guy the stress<br />
5. Why can't you identify your priorities and move on from there?<br />
6. Why do you have to be defensive?<br />
7. Why can't you JUST change the time you speak with your friend?<br />
8. Why can't you acknowledge his feelings?<br />
9. Why can't you apologise and change?<br />
10. Number 3 and 7 are the same as number 9 *wide smile*<br />
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Yeah, why is it so hard to say sorry?<br />
I've heard excuses such as "I don't like saying sorry", "Sorry shows that you're weak", "I don't need to apologise for anything", " I can't say sorry because my action was a reaction to your action", "I just don't say sorry". I am not sorry to tell you that your ego is bigger than your being, if you are one of the above.<br />
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It's okay to apologise for your wrongdoing, and sometimes when you're right.<br />
Or what do you think? Is sorry overrated?<br />
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Yours,<br />
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Missy Tee.Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-34229234713721175462018-01-30T20:26:00.000+00:002018-02-23T12:16:42.788+00:00Baking Series - Episode 2 - Orange! Orange! and... Orange!<br />
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Hello! Had a good week?<br />
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Episode 1 was a Lemon Cake.<br />
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Well Episode 2 is the Orange Bread, yep Orange Bread. Hold on! Don't yell yet... I can explain.<br />
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This recipe I put together by myself. I wanted this cake to taste very orange-y and planned to go (almost) any length to make sure it because...I was craving it.<br />
It might surprise you that some of my cravings driving my baking series.<br />
When this cake? came out of the oven, and I as usual dug in straightaway, I felt it was more of bread than a cake due to its bread-like feel to touch. When my co-taster- the sister - tasted it, she said almost the same thing. It tasted good but did not have the cake-like texture even though it looked like it. <br />
So I hereby introduce you to the <i>"<b><u>Missy Tee's Orange bread"</u></b></i>...eeeek!<br />
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Ingredients</h3>
- Self-raising flour 200g<br />
- Caster sugar 180g<br />
- 4 Eggs<br />
- Unsalted butter 180g<br />
- 4 Oranges (please do not get rid of the peel, yet)<br />
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Tools</h3>
- Parchment paper<br />
- Mixer<br />
- Spatula<br />
- Kitchen paper<br />
- Oven (Gas mark 6)<br />
- Baking tin<br />
- Weighing scale<br />
- Timer<br />
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Procedure</h3>
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- Get the baking tin ready by coating it with unsalted butter and lining accurately with parchment paper and set aside (this will save you a WHOLE lot of time)<br />
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- Measure the flour, butter and sugar<br />
- Put the above ingredients in the mixing bowl along with the (not to be whisked) eggs<br />
- Using your mixer, combine all ingredients<br />
- Then grate the peel of your one orange into the mix<br />
- Avoiding possible seeds, extract the juice from 3 oranges and sieve for tiny seeds. It would be good to get the orange (bits) along with the juice. So remove the seeds from the sieve and scrape the "bits" into the mix as well. <br />
- Slowly pour the juice into the mix, careful not to make the mix too runny - that would be a baking disaster. Not to worry, you can fix that. You'll need to make a thicker mix and then combine both (perhaps using less of the runny mix). Let's hope you don't need this remedy. <br />
- Once you achieve the right consistency, pour your mix into the pre-prepped tin<br />
- As usual, if you want an extra tangy taste - place a couple (or more) slices of orange on the mix before it goes into the oven<br />
- Place in the oven<br />
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Timing<br />
After about thirty to forty five minutes, your orange bread should be baked.<br />
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- Remove from the tin and place on a cooling rack<br />
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Missy Tee's Orange Bread is baked!<br />
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Until next time,<br />
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Missy Tee!<br />
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Brethren! Hello.<br />
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Please come laugh at this. Before we get into that, how are you doing? Yes that's a question for you to answer.<br />
Let's get right into it, shall we?<br />
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I had an encounter with a guy that totally left me gobsmacked. <br />
Let's call him Malcolm.<br />
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Malcolm and I had to undertake a training together and as usual, Malcolm is from the same country as me and same tribe. I try not to run in when I meet such people, being all overly familiar because not everyone likes that. So I played it cool, he introduced himself and I was all natural with him. It went along these lines;<br />
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Malcolm - Hello I'm Malcolm<br />
Missy - Oh hi Malcolm, I'm Missy. Nice to meet you.<br />
Malcolm - You're Nigerian right?<br />
Missy - Yes I am, I can tell you are too.<br />
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We were all civil and all.<br />
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I then noticed that Malcolm was the very nosey type who did not seem to understand when to not ask and things that you cannot ask. Even during the training, each time he spoke out in front of the group, I felt somewhat embarrassed as though he really had something to do with me. I had to consciously tell myself that I had nothing to do with him and his discussions. So I put on a brave face and overlooked it all. I still had a slight tug on my heartstrings though because of the thought in my head "they're going to think everyone from that country speaks like so".<br />
Brethren, I began to draw back a little because it was TOO MUCH. I felt so embarrassed standing or walking down the corridor with him because HE WAS WAY TOO LOUD and said major inappropriate things. Worst thing I did was to give him my phone number, a decision I do not like to be associated with. LOL!<br />
Anyway, there was a day I got a call from Malcolm who began reeling off information about myself and my family. <br />
Bruv! I almost passed out.<br />
I must have whispered to myself - Child! You've got a stalker.<br />
I proceeded to ask Malcolm where he got all of that information from. He, as expected, laughed and refused to say. I did a quick math and kind of figured where he could have retrieved such information from. I confirmed my sources and laughed. I played along with him as though I knew nothing. Then! I added to the distance because it was turning out to be a friendship that was majorly weird.<br />
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He must have noticed that this girl had no time for nonsense.<br />
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I was exhausted one day and walked down the stairs, only to turn the corner and there Malcolm was standing. He called me over, with the decency/respect left in me towards him, I obliged.<br />
Malcolm proceeded to ask "what's wrong with you?" I did a double take and looked at him. Of course, we all know I should have been the one asking him that question. I gave him the befitting answer - there's nothing wrong with me, thanks for asking. <br />
He then reeled out a bunch of nonsense along the lines of "I thought we could work together. Maybe you think I have an ulterior motive but I am happily married and my wife is very pretty..." At this point, I tuned out. I was SHOCKED! I thought to myself, you've just shot yourself in the foot. I didn't even think along those lines but you've proceeded to just dig yourself in a well created by you for you. I had no strength whatsoever to be involved in an exchange of words with him. So I looked at him in the face and said "Ok Malcolm" and walked away.<br />
I thought, you've just done the honours of neatly cutting every tie which is perfect for me. For that I was excited.<br />
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Moving on, I did my own thing. Malcolm would see me and then still say hi and try to form conversations. I thought again to myself, but you were the one who felt like I thought you had ulterior motives, you have a pretty wife, you this and this...yet you still want to talk about my earrings and have random conversation with me. I dongerrit!<br />
Anyway, life is too short for nonsense. I carried on like nothing happened - responding to him appropriately et al.<br />
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Malcolm suddenly stopped attending the training and BAM! that was the end of Malcolm's embarrassing moments.<br />
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My question goes thus: Why would you think I thought you had ulterior motives, especially going to the extent of telling me that you have a wife? I surely was not even thinking that someone had a crush on me at the time not to talking of thinking along the lines of his thoughts.<br />
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Good riddance!<br />
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Till next week<br />
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So today I'm sharing my <b><i><u>Lemon Cake</u></i></b> recipe. I feel like I should start giving my cakes unique names just because I like to. Watch out for this in episode 2 post of the Baking series *wink*.<br />
Anyway, I absolutely love lemon - give me lemonade any day anytime and add a slice of lemon cake to that...I'll love you long time.<br />
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I like to use natural ingredients when baking but does not mean I do not use non-natural ingredients. I tend to use the latter only when the natural ingredients are not available.<br />
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- Self-raising flour 200g<br />
- Caster sugar 180g<br />
- Eggs - 4<br />
- Unsalted butter - 180g<br />
- 4 Lemons<br />
- Milk (Optional)<br />
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- Parchment paper<br />
- Mixer<br />
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- Kitchen paper<br />
- Oven - duhhh<br />
- Baking tin<br />
- Weighing scale<br />
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I like to prep my baking tin prior to working on the mix. I'll probably insert a pictorial (that's what y'all call it right?) description in my next baking post.<br />
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- Measure the flour, butter and sugar<br />
- Put them all in the mixing bowl along with the eggs<br />
- Using your mixer, combine all the ingredients<br />
- Then add some lemon zest by grating the peel of the lemon into your mix<br />
- Avoiding possible seeds, squeeze the juice from the lemon into your mix<br />
- Then add a splash of milk if you want a lighter mix and fluffier cake<br />
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- When the mix is smooth and airy, then thou art ready to bake!<br />
- Pour your mix into the pre-prepped tin and toss into your pre-heated oven (I use Gas Mark 6)<br />
Disclaimer - by toss, I mean place your mix in the oven. If you actually "toss" it like a piece of trash, then please get yourself a mop, a kitchen cloth, a sponge, and some washing up liquid as you'll need them to CLEAN YO' MESS!<br />
<i>Optional - if you'd love the extra tangy taste like I do, then place a couple slices of lemon directly on the mix before placing in the oven.</i><br />
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After about half an hour, you should have a fabulously baked cake.<br />
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- Remove from the baking tin (or some like to leave it in) to cool.<br />
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But if you're like me, and cannot wait. Dig in straight away!<br />
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<i>My favourite part of the cake is the bit that has the two lemon slices - the tangy bit! Yum.</i><br />
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Photography - Missy Tee. Yes my photography skills = work in progress. However, great thanks to Master Jesus for hooking me up with the amazing 8631Photos who has been my tutor.<br />
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Until next time,<br />
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Well Hello there!<br />
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Guess who it is? It is Missy Tee!<br />
Although some fellow bloggers and ex-bloggers know my real name now. Still hello there, Missy Tee here!<br />
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Boy have I missed blogging? Oh yeah!<br />
Where have I been? You ask.<br />
I've not been here, obviously. But I've been there and everywhere else.<br />
I've been through some things, learnt some more, grown a few (more) strands of grey hair, loved, hated, smiled, cried, let go, held on, wondered, been hurt, felt used, seen the true colour of some, baked of course, watched (and still watching) the unveiling of the true colour of some but most of all, I remain standing. <br />
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You see, life has a way of throwing lemons in various directions. One day, you are smiling and feeling all energised and the next you're feeling deflated. This is my blogging testimony - I have had blogging on my mind for over a year, then there were negative thoughts such as:<br />
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<i>"They're going to think it's the inconsistent blogger again"</i></div>
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<i>" What does she have to say this time?"</i></div>
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<i>"Here she goes again"</i></div>
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<i>" Do they actually want to read what I have to say"</i></div>
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But I've come to realise something, negativity breeds apprehension and <span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">hindrance </span>. That is, because I was letting my mind be filled with negative thoughts, I became very apprehensive and this hindered me from taking this step. Regardless of what I think, write or say, people WILL be who they want to be and say what they want to say. So! Instead of sitting and pitying myself, and nursing the negative thoughts that I believe people may have when they see my post notification. <i><u>Imma</u></i> just write and publish posts and let human beings be HUMAN BEINGS!<br />
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Major major shout out to the amazing people from blogger who sent messages and reached out to me via Instagram, email, and those who actually called me. You guys are fabulous. Thank you from the bottom corner of my heart.<br />
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Without fuss,<br />
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MISSY TEE is back!<br />
<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-87321453007439113072015-09-21T12:57:00.000+01:002015-09-21T23:04:13.175+01:00Rising above R.A.C.I.S.M <img height="532" src="https://unsplash.com/photos/0B2Q1p8K2pM/download" width="710" /><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Racism isn't extinct yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I, like a lot of people, have obviously experienced racism at one point or the other. Just like any other person, black or white. People have asked 'Tee, have you ever been racially abused'? Sometimes I choose to smile and ward off the question.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I just thought about some of my experiences and decided to share. Here we go;</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I was at a crossing, waiting for cars to stop before stepping into the road. Now I don't always expect cars to stop because.. .well because. So there I stood, and this car was fast approaching the crossing, I looked towards the car to ascertain whether the speed was slowly decreasing. He slowed down a bit to let a lady (of a different skin color) cross the road. As I was about to cross, from nowhere comes this guy's middle finger towards me with a very intense negative facial expression to match. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He literally held this middle finger up in the air all the way and even moved it to the side as he drove past me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I wasn't quite sure of the emotional state I was in - I was furious and at the same time sad. I couldn't do anything really. It was hard to challenge this man because he was in motion. I couldn't put my middle finger up because I don't do such and I don't use swear words. My eyes filled with tears as much as I can recall. I had had a long day but that aside, I just feel really hurt when such happens. I crossed over to the other side and walked away and let it go with the wind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I can't help but think that if I felt so hurt because he put the middle finger up...how much more did Jesus feel when he was crucified?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">If this particular guy walks up to me and asks me for a favor, I'm certain I'll grant him (</span><span style="font-size: large;">That's exactly how Christ is to us),</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">but I'm human. I might retalitate </span><span style="font-size: large;">unconsciously.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One of my colleagues at work once saw something I owned, and said Wow! How can you afford that? Bear in mind, this is a very basic thing like a phone but not exactly a phone. I had to have a double take...I did give her the appropriate response so not to worry about that. Let's just say she won't get the chance to ask such question ever again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One of the most ridiculous questions I've had in recent years - "Oh you speak very good English"? WHAT?! That just sounds odd to me. Again, I do respond appropriately to that...you'll have to be present to judge the response. For instance, saying to me there's nothing called 'treated' but its 'tret'. *sigh*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Not everyone is racist, don't get me wrong but obviously some are both white and black.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Some guy once came to fix the meter and he spoke with Teewai over the phone but I was the one who let him in. Then he said to me -The lady I spoke with on the phone sounded like a coloured lady? I didn't know whether to address him on the "coloured lady" bit or let it slide. I wasn't sure if he was being funny or not - I didn't want to be tagged as defensive so I swerved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Being called the 'Coloured lady' instead of your actual name when they actually know your actual name. Being shut down when you're the only 'coloured or non-coloured' one in a group of the opposite colour. Not a nice experience. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A friend of mine once said to me that she's built a thick wall against racism. To be honest, I have too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I hope racism continues to fade rather than people having to develop thick skin against it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I hope the future generations learn to accept each other regardless of their culture and differences.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My experience of racism will not make me racist. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The bible says: (I paraphrase) If your haters are in need, meet that need, by so doing you heap burning coals on their heads and the Lord will reward you (Proverbs 25. 21-22).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I choose to Rise Above Racism.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What do you choose?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Love always,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Missy Tee.</span></div>
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Hey There Everyone!<br />
It's been forever, I know I know. I apologise, that was an inevitable hiatus. <br />
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So this post has been on my mind for over a month. I had my hands full hence why I couldn't type this before now.</div>
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Let's get into it! I can feel Chantel coming in on this post.</div>
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We've all had lessons learnt from previous relationships/potential relationships and even current ones. I regard them as very meaningful lessons. I've had numerous conversations with my girl from way back also known as partner-in-crime Teewai, who also contributed, in fact she thought up this post. Thanks Bae!<br />
So I'm going to share six lessons learnt...</div>
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<strong>1)</strong> <strong><em>Communication</em></strong>: This is very important. Sometimes I say so much and sometimes its a struggle to pick a topic to talk about. I guess I can tag this as the moment when I just want to sit next to the person and enjoy their company. #noteverytimetalksometimesenjoycompany :-D . So yeah I'm guilty of being too quiet at times. I have learnt to speak more, this is work in progress.</div>
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<strong>2)</strong> <strong><em>Apologising</em></strong>: Now this one does it for me. I always say to myself, if I claim to love someone, then I should be able to swallow my pride and apologise even when I'm right and they're wrong. Although sometimes I stand my ground , but when its only going to spiral into an endless argument where we can't look each other in the eye. Then is it really worth waiting for the wrong one to realise that they are wrong then they apologise? Trust me, some won't apologise even when they realise they're wrong. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying ALWAYS be the one to say sorry when you're right and they're wrong. There's a thin line between being silly and being smart here. All I'm saying is weigh the situation and go from there. If you're wrong, own up and apologise. Either way, it should never be difficult for you to say sorry. A guy or lady that can swallow his/her pride and apologise even when he/she is wrong? He/she's a keeper! One of the qualities of husband material for me *ahem* LOL! </div>
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<strong>3)</strong> <strong><em>Occupying the post of partner:</em></strong> I listened to Pastor Sola Fola-Alade a few weeks ago...his church is somewhere in London. He said You're just an element if you find yourself simply occupying a particular space and not being valued. It is easy to feel like you're just a partner when you practically have to prompt your other half about things. For example, you have to prompt them to visit you, you have to feed them all the information you feel they should ask about, you have to nudge them to do things. I mean come on, Christ didn't die for that! If you feel that you're simply occupying space? Speak with your partner, if its not working then...sweetheart I'm sure you know what to do. You're not a piece of furniture darling!</div>
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<strong>4)</strong> <strong><em>External Influence</em></strong>: Now when your relationship is based on the opinion of other men or women, you are on a rocky road. Get your Hummer out! Never base your relationship or thoughts about your partner on other people's opinion . Always ask your partner about that particular thing rather than just assume that they are just like others. For example, Darl! Easter is around the corner, would you like to do anything or blah blah, rather than say my (friends) other guys or girls said they don't really spend Easter together because it is not a couple's holiday! Right! Okay. That's fine but they are not me or you so err yeah? If this is happening to you, again talk about it or better still explain and set these boundaries at the beginning. This is a big thing for me, very very. First time it happened, I wanted to explode. Haha! Anyway, I learnt to always make a relationship tailor-made.</div>
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<strong>5) <em>Understanding</em></strong>: Never "tolerate" your partner, rather understand them. I can't remember who I heard that from. I don't want to tolerate my partner because that means I would rather not be with them. I want to understand them for who they are and why they do things a certain way. However, when your partner makes it hard for you to understand them then yeah that is something. I have learnt that I need to understand rather than tolerate my partner-when he does show up!</div>
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<strong>6)</strong> <strong><em>Boundaries and Goals</em></strong>: Set these at the beginning of your relationship. They help avoid those surprises and arguments down the line. They also help define what the relationship is and why you are in it. I missed this the first time round so this definitely taught me a lesson. It is very helpful and keeps everyone in line.<br />
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Like Pastor Paul A said, don't stick with the wrong one because you feel you can't find the right one. Don't be unhappy because you feel you can't be happy if you let go. The bible says there is no fear in love, perfect love casteth out fear (1John4.18). Never ever feel scared in a relationship or scared to step out of an unpleasant relationship. You may miss the right one if you let fear keep you grounded in the wrong one. Relationships shouldn't be frightening, but pleasurable and fabulous. <br />
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NB: If you guys don't work out, that doesn't mean you have to become enemies. Some may be super childish about the situation as I have heard of. There's nothing stopping you from being friends, if not close friends. </div>
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Thanks for reading and commenting on my last blog post. I really enjoyed the book and when I do get the chance to read another book from start to finish, I'll let you all know.<br />
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So I said at the end of my previous post that this post will be about divorce. Well here it is;<br />
NB: Some facts of the story have been changed such as age, years, gender, and blah di blah out of respect.<br />
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A couple who had four kids together. They had been married for over a decade and they seemed like a really close knit family. The wife was the "always want to be classy" type and didn't care at whose expense. She loved it, she wanted it, she got it. She was an upcoming entrepreneur. While the husband happened to be the "my wife is classy so I should be too" type. He was (always trying to keep) keeping up with her. He called her K-babes and all sorts of pet names that youths use these days. But we all seemed to notice that he was scared of her. He was a business analyst and worked in one of the big companies in the city but he quit his job a couple of years earlier because she told him to - SERIOUSLY???!!!. He had a pretty good income- well at least from how he looked, he looked like he did.<br />
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K-babes barely played the role of the wife. They barely ate a proper meal in the house as far as I knew at the time. They had things like thin-cut oven fries, chicken nuggets and juice...things like that. She was the type that once she heard about someone having a party, she would definitely have A LOT of takeaway packs. Classy ladies (in her own case) don't cook. To be honest, she was just a lazy wife, very proud and looked down on people greatly.<br />
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Back to the topic, we noticed that the wife began travelling out of the country a whole lot. She just always had a reason to be out. We did not really suspect any wrong doing because we thought "business was booming" so she had to be in China, Nigeria, USA, Peru, Trinidad and so on.<br />
Suddenly, we noticed that her kids started looking unkempt. The man started wearing hideous clothes and looked more and more unkempt. He started going to people's houses with his kids just so they could get something to eat (Well a guy that can cook is definitely a keeper ha!) while K-babes was touring the world. All of a sudden, this man was told to withdraw from his role as Deacon in church and warned not to take on any ministerial tasks, along with his Mrs. Then it was made clear that he had been cheating, and his own type of cheating was 'communicating with his ex' without anyone knowing even his kids and Mrs. <br />
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I thought to myself, please what is wrong with talking to your ex? I don't always see why people break up and become enemies, perhaps because I don't buy the idea that exes=enemies - life is too short! Anyways, that was the reason for the marriage shake-up.<br />
The additional shocker - he had a child with this ex and no one knew. He did not tell K-babes even before they got married. K-babes returned to the country and went to every length to finish this man off, she stripped him of his car, right to his kids, house, ...everything. He had nada! She went as far as feeding her kids with ridiculous ideas about their dad that all 4 of them would say embarrassing things in public about their dad such as "he's a jerk, he left us, he ran away, he was hiding". There were times where she would go as far as calling the police to arrest him but there was really no offence for him to be arrested. He eventually moved out of the family house to an unknown location.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Shortly after his move, K-babes began living the single life, she would leave her kids with friends and travel to wherever she pleased. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying all single mothers do this. She forced him to sign the divorce papers, he did and got rid of him. K-babes was on the market again! She began looking out for single men and all that. But she soon realised that it wasn't an easy task- raising 2 girls and 2 boys- all teenagers all by herself.<br />
However, within a couple of years, the husband bounced back. He got a better job, bought a Range Rover, a 4 bedroom house in one of the expensive cities, got his position back in the church but remained single. He still has hope that someday he WILL get his family back. <br />
K-babes in a conversation with a friend of hers admitted that she's struggling, keeping up with the demands of being a single mother - not having her husband with her was putting a huge strain on her. It seems she is regretting ever filing for divorce but she doesn't want to admit it. They have bumped into each other at parties and it's always been awkward!<br />
The husband has tried to reach out to her but she still ignores him and keeps his kids away from him.<br />
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In a way, I see that the divorce helped the husband gain his guts back and helped him re-establish himself. He is literally using pound and dollar bills to wipe his kitchen table down. Would you then say that the divorce was good for him?<br />
K-babes on the other hand who thought divorce was the only way out, now misses the presence of her ex-husband but doesn't want to admit it. Should she have gone ahead with the divorce? Should she have forgiven him and carried on with the marriage and accepted the stepchild as hers?<br />
I strongly believe that she could have stayed on with her husband, if not for anything but the kids. The kids are now classed as being from a "broken home". Their opinion when it comes to their dad is very nasty. They don't want to see him or hear from him. Should she have done that? Poisoned their minds?<br />
I understand that sometimes, divorce is the only way out for some people. But in this case, the husband's offence was "talking to his ex/baby mama". I believe she should have made attempts to know the other lady and also the stepchild, and bring all 5 kids together as one family. Hey it's easier said than done though.<br />
What do you guys think?<br />
Is any form of cheating an automatic promotion to divorce? (Perhaps there's more to the story that we do not know but this is what we know)<br />
Should he have carried on talking to his ex even after getting married to K-babes?<br />
Is anything wrong with talking to his ex?<br />
Should he have told his wife about his love child before they got married?<br />
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Thanks to everyone who commented on the last post. Glad we found it!<br />
First I want to call some people out, <a href="http://honeydame1.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Honeydame.</a> <a href="http://nonyeanike.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Nonye,</a> <a href="http://gospelgirly.blogspot.co.uk/2014/03/little-things-mean-lot.html#comment-form" target="_blank">Gospel Girl</a> ...just to name a few.<br />
I was going to call out Cherrywine and Toin but they're back....<br />
Chantel is also channelling her inner feminist ;-) - please visit her blog.<br />
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So this post is about my summer read. I started this unconsciously last year - the aim is to read at least a book during summer.</div>
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Last year I read The Return of The Runaway Bride authored by Donna Fasano. I enjoyed this book so much I went on and on and on about it to people and tried to get them to read the book. When I got to the end of the book, I was smiling hard. I love love stories.</div>
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I'm certain I'll still read this book sometime soon. It's that good.<br />
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So this year, I started reading a book at the beginning of the year - I still haven't finished the book right now. The book: Pictures of Lily authored by Paige Toon.<br />
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I do hope I get to finish this book sometime soon - I realised that its not a good idea to start a book when you OBVIOUSLY won't have the time to read it no matter how hard you try.<br />
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On Instagram, I saw pictures of T.D Jakes' new book called Instincts - The Power to Unleash Your Inborn Drive. I had to have it. Something about the book just seemed catchy. Anyway, I bought it and started reading it at the beginning of August and aimed to finish it at the end of August, sure I did finish it on the 31st, sometime in the evening. Chuffed!<br />
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This book has some interesting points that won't appeal to people who don't believe in reading 'self-help, religious self-help' books. T.D Jakes has a way of saying things that just makes you wonder or think deep even though what he might be saying may be an everyday topic.<br />
I'm not going deep into the book here....go get and read it well. You can borrow my copy of the book, but you have to return it in very good and neat condition ha!<br />
Some of the points I got from the book includes (in my own words);<br />
- <strong>Being the very educated individual you are, you can describe a thing in full detail such as how you aim to win a contract -what strategy to use and all. But only your instincts can help you win the contract (tricky huh?) no matter how hard you use your intellect to describe it. </strong><br />
<strong>- Taking someone's silence as consent is a very unwise - Bishop Jakes used the word "unwise" and I kind of feel like he really wanted to say "foolish/silly" but was being very smart and professional</strong><br />
<strong>- He also explained that your thoughts should remain your thoughts and no one else's because it epitomises your being--who you are, what you stand for</strong><br />
<strong>- He also emphasised the need for people not to despise little beginnings, even when it involves moving out of your oh so comfort zone</strong><br />
Let me leave you with those....for now.<br />
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The second one hit me hard because sometimes when friends (for example) upset/annoy me, I might stay quiet but it doesn't mean that I'm pleased with what they did or I don't want to insult them badly. I just have my way of handling such...which might involve staying quiet (for a while) and then.....<br />
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The lion does not make so much noise when he is watching his prey....he stays quiet! <br />
But when the lion does make noise, the entire kingdom recognises and bows to authority. Got that from a sermon I listened to.<br />
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So follow your instincts guys, don't rely on your degrees, knowledge and expertise because they may only be able to get you to a limited level, but not through the glass ceiling to the target.<br />
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Thanks to everyone who commented on my previous post - I'll keep you posted when I catch up with "Kelly" in a few weeks. I won't be surprised if they are actually dating now. <br />
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Right, I'll make this quick.<br />
So I took a trip to Amsterdam weeks back. It was a quick one and I stayed indoors 75% of the time I was there. It was my first time visiting so I was really a newbie.<br />
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On arriving at there, I was wearing a cardi because I don't really trust the weather. Anyway, the weather nudged me! I was frying in my cardi, couldn't wait to pull it.<br />
Got to the hotel....man was it pretty?! All these rich people that stay in hotels constantly, now I really understand why you all want to live there for life. Once had a friend say to me, I love hotels hence why I am getting a job that would give me that 'luxury' - Good luck to that company!<br />
I love yellow (to some extent) and the chairs and cushions were all yellow= Happy bunny.<br />
I hated the pillow though, they felt like air!<br />
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As soon as she walked in, she said "I can't find my travel doc". Panic mode over-activated.<br />
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We searched her bags over and over and over that night. She went back to the airport and no one seemed to understand. I made so many phone calls that night - I bet Skype was very happy and made a lot of profit.<br />
I felt so bad for her....it was just crazy! Her eyes were red.I already started searching for how to get a replacement. We left it in His hands that night.<br />
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Next morning, I was up super early and ready to get to the airport but others were TAKING THEIR TIME! I kept saying "come on, you guys"...but it seemed to fall to the ground. It felt like I was the one who misplaced the document and had to get it. Le Sisto started cracking jokes and being all funny and I had to do a double take.....was she really being funny when we couldn't find the document??<br />
We finally left at almost 11am, and got to the airport. We started being detectives, trying to find this document. The Lord does work in mysterious ways- He kept it for us.<br />
Le Sisto went to the police desk and explained to them, and this guy collected some ID, made a phone call, pronounced the last name in a ridiculously funny way but he was quite close to getting it right, and BOOM! He walked back out to us holding the document in his hand. We all yelled at that point, it was noisy trust me! We shook the place (okay maybe not). Thank You Jesus! You're the MAN (should have been You're the God right? Ha!) (that was my anthem). <br />
Now the theory at the time was: when she arrived, the officer that welcomed her, took the document for reasons we still can't crack. Oh well, the explanation is between him and God.<br />
Finally we were able to "be" tourists, I didn't really enjoy their town centre though. It was TOOOOOO busy. Bought some souvenirs and a suitcase (I needed one and I'd searched over and over here but couldn't find one in my price range ;-) but I found one there so I went for it). Was tempted to buy clogs but I didn't - saw some cute ones.<br />
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Now we were starving so we stopped to by a foot long from Subway - let's just say it wasn't a very clean experience - they need a deep clean. It was HOT and busy so we went straight back to our room. The double decker train was soooooo clean and cute, I loved it. Big downer, their sockets are very different from ours and we didn't realise so we had to use the TV to charge our phones. It could only charge phones, not camcorders or any other gadget we had. So I couldn't take a lot of pictures on my phone.<br />
The following day, we packed our bags and it was home time. It was an adventurous weekend.<br />
Got here and it was cold, well I was cold at least - it's safe to say summer is gradually coming to an end. Its been raining cats and foxes (forget dogs) here.<br />
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I hope you guys are making the most of summer while you can.<br />
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Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-3937341023671491092014-07-29T23:41:00.000+01:002014-07-29T23:41:03.193+01:00Cute Psychologist + Catch up ........and some baked goodies*unlocks door, walks in, waves broom in the air and brushes it against the wall*<br />
*sneezes*<br />
My loveeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!<br />
I've missed all of you guys so much. I've missed blogging. I will have time to fill you guys in on all my stories that I've been putting down (but not publishing just yet). Please stay with me. I will fill you guys in on it all in a bit.<br />
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I am sorryyyyyyy.<br />
It's been 5 months. What an adventurous 5 months. I ranted a lot in those 5 months (to myself most of the time) But all in all Thank You Jesus! Forgive me for ranting so much.<br />
I'm of course going to say I'm sorrryyyyyy it's been so long.<br />
Congratulations to all my munchkins who graduated and are graduating this summer! Welldone you guys! <br />
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This cake is to say I'm sorry!!!! I <em>enjoyed making the chocolate (shell?? or what do I call it?, we'll stick with shell) Shell.</em><br />
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How are you guys? I do hope you all are good.<br />
Thanks <a href="http://toinlicious.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Toin</a>, <a href="http://gospelgirly.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Gospel Girl</a>, and <a href="http://mchantella.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Chantel</a> for checking up on moi! Huge hugs and some apple crumble for ya.<br />
Le Sisto has been yelling at me 'Tee you haven't blogged since heaven knows when', it's not cool'.<br />
It's just been trying to get the time to type all the things on my mind and that. Also the fact that I've been in a relationship a long relationship with my MS word, Pen, Pencils, textbooks, hand gel and all that. <br />
Okay, I'm sorry guys. <br />
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So part of my training involves working with psychologists. I got posted to this setting where I was in 'close contact' with this particular psychologist. Boy was he foineeee? He had a sister doing the two step.<br />
Okay let me describe him;<br />
He is of average height, soft spoken. He wears glasses and always had his sleeves rolled up 1/4. He has blueish eyes (can't fully recall). His skin was lush (what? I had to do my observations well). He mostly had a clean shave but one a few occasions he left his beard and looked like Brad Pitt. His accent = UH-Mazing. He was friendly and always had a relaxed face. Annoying bit - I'm taller. He had this natural parting in his hair, right in the middle but he combs his hair backwards Leonardo DiCaprio style. <br />
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Matter of fact - He looks completely like Leonardo, okay maybe almost completely <br />
He's a pretty cute psychologist. It was always nice seeing him stroll in, flashing a cute smile - <em>shocker - his teeth wasn't all that</em>. Anyway he always made my day whenever he came over to see clients or whenever we had case discussion (which he led). Got a student falling over herself. Haha!<br />
Funny thing is, he looks at you with such intensity that if you weren't in your sense you'd think he was head over hills in love with you. He wasn't head over hills with me - HA! Downside - He uses swear words which is a MAJOR turndown for me. <br />
<em>PS. Future Mr Mr, you have to look at me with such intensity and actually be in love. And you have to also show it... Take note! LOL!</em><br />
So towards the end of my posting, I was told to have a one to one session with him- WHAT???!!!! Trap!! Big Trap!<br />
I was NOT wanting to do this - I didn't want to have the eye contact or anything, I mean he's a psychologist. He might be able to interpret my body language (haha) or read my mind (oh no).<br />
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Me: Hey Justin, so are you free next week for the one to one session<br />
Justin: Oh Hey Tee, sure let me check my diary......yes sure Tuesday will do<br />
Me: Cool, I'll see you then (keeping the nerves under control and trying to avoid prolonged eye contact or show signs of my thoughts) <em>What?? A sister is allowed to crush a little bit sometimes hahaha!</em><br />
Justin: Sure, see you then <br />
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<em>NOTE: his name isn't Justin.</em><br />
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Fast forward to one to one session<br />
Justin: Hey Tee, I'm here when you're ready<br />
Me: Sure I'll be with you in a bit<br />
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During the session, the intensity of Justin's stare almost made me run outta the room. But I kept my cool and kept avoiding awkward eye contact or prolonged silence. He was toooooooo cute. <br />
Obviously, I knew this secret crush I had was only for a few weeks and was going to fade away completely after I walked out of the door on the last day. Yes it faded immediately after I left the setting.<br />
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Fast forward to weeks later, a friend came up to me in class to ask about this psychologist. Girl please! Kelly had been at the same service before me and guess what, she was having some kinda intense crush on this guy....come on now! Now you can guess how cute he is. <br />
They met again at a wedding and she told me that they had this awkward conversation where she was expecting him to ask her out (because of the way he stares) and said he stuttered and asked her if he could have a word with her. She obliged and he said something along the lines of "so I just wanted to ask how you're doing?". She gave me the craziest look ever when she told me that, I could feel her pain LOL! She expected him to ask for her number or something<br />
Kelly (the girl) then said to me, I think I'm just going to ask him if he wants to ask me out or something (my jaw dropped at this point)<br />
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Kelly went on to say that if he doesn't ask, that she might just ask him out for a drink (and maybe take things further from there?). I was surprised like I couldn't believe that this girl was not only taking her own crush on this cute psychologist further but she was SERIOUSLY 'crushing'. <br />
I admitted to her though that he's pretty cute and his eyes are breath-taking and that was it. The fact that she actually took this crush overly seriously made me chuckle. <br />
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I ain't gon' lie though, this psychologist was way too fine. Have I said that already?<br />
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I shall get back to you guys on this one. I do hope they become an item though. That would be extra cute.<br />
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I made this one in a great hurry but it still looked nice anyway - she sent me a text the next day saying "<em>thank you for my cake, although I don't really eat cake, I really liked this and my friends did too"</em>. #HappyAunt!<br />
It was coconut cake with cream cheese frosting - I covered it with fondant just because....no reason. Oh yeah there's a reason, she wanted colours.<br />
Okay that's it! Enjoy guys. I love BAKING!!! but hate cleaning up after though because I'm usually very tired at this point but I still clean up anyway.<br />
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Thanks Cee for the Liebster award - I'll blog about after this post.<br />
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Lots of love<br />
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Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-30277463084326593312014-02-02T20:19:00.000+00:002014-02-02T20:58:27.784+00:00FGM - Poor females.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hello everyone.<br />
Happy new month. It's the month of <strike>loooveee</strike> February! <br />
Inform us if you do get a gift :-D. Me? Oh I shall be biting my nails or posting myself a card at least that'd be me getting something from someone (Missy Tee also known as me) in love with me... I love me too.<br />
We'll get there! Pray for Missy Tee.<br />
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Moving on,<br />
I watched a documentary in great horror and I could not believe that people could be so inconsiderate. The Channel 4 documentary was about FGM...Female Genital Mutilation. I really don't want to go too far into deets about this topic because it's heartbreaking.<br />
Why oh why oh why? What's the reasonable rationale for this? <br />
Why would you just go and cut............oh dear! No proper instruments (not that there should be), no proper care afterwards, great deep pain. Honestly why?<br />
I found myself cringing almost throughout the programme. Ladies gave accounts of their experience and all I could say was 'unbelievable'.<br />
The lady that led the documentary explained to some guys what FGM was about and said this is done because of and for you guys. They didn't really seem bothered and then she showed them the process and one of them couldn't stand it. He practically felt unwell and had to go outta the building. He was SO dazed. <br />
Another lady explained that the amount of pain and tear (I think) she experienced and had during childbirth was beyond this world. Obviously, Drs would have had to 'make amends' for the baby to come into the world. Oh my gosh!! Childbirth is enough pain already not to talk of adding the effect of FGM.<br />
This left me with so many questions. The leader sent a letter to the Sec of State...because she is woman and would be able to relate/understand what they are after (trying to reduce at least the rate ) and join their campaign. But nope! They got a response to the letter from a MAN who according to her didn't really understand what she was trying to achieve.<br />
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Why would cultures undertake this kinda act?<br />
Why exactly is that measure thought to be effective?<br />
How can the perpetrators stand to watch an innocent teenager go through that much pain?<br />
Do they weigh present benefits and does that outweigh future 'benefits'? (Obviously NO!)<br />
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I can't put pictures or anything as such up for obvious reasons.<br />
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I am short of words mehn!<br />
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Have a wonderful month y'all!<br />
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Lots of love<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-48368173460246803202014-01-15T04:43:00.002+00:002014-01-15T04:43:36.769+00:00Pride - what I've learnt from you<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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So this is a topic that has been on my mind for a while and I find myself talking about it indirectly almost all the time.<br />
People sometimes cannot help but be so proud. Their shoulder pads are higher than those of our beloved village women. I definitely know people who I look at and go please stop being so proud.<br />
You see, I have experienced some kinda pride in people that I almost want to say you sound like a broken record.<br />
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I was way younger then when I called this lady ( I'm going to call her this lady in this post for confidentiality purposes and pretty much so she doesn't know it's her). She saw a friend who came to visit (who happens to be a well-known blogger here on blogsville) off and innocent teenage me called to see if she was alright as she didn't arrive back home on time. Goodness, she spoke to me as though she was talking to some slave from 1842. I wanted to melt, that was the gravity of how she spoke. If only I could have yanked her hair from where I was. You see this lady acts as though she is on the highest of the highest class and every other person is under feet. I HATE THAT!<br />
She got married and we haven't seen each other ever since but because I am very niceee I have reached out to her. <br />
Sometimes I try to reason why she is like so but 85% of the time I cannot just comprehend.<br />
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Pride goes before destruction (Prov 16.8), I definitely do not want her to fall which is why I wanted her to desperately change at the time.<br />
<strong><em>I realised one thing, you cannot change everyone. They'll always be what they choose and decide to be. However they wish to carve themselves that's how they'll be. This is not a new story of course.</em></strong><br />
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Then fast forward years later, another experience.<br />
This individual condemns everything you do no matter how good it is, she always has a better or cheaper alternative but the fact is she so DOESN'T. Le Sisto and I literally prep ourselves for her negative comment and show of pride. In her books, she is the pro at every single thing. <br />
<strong><em>Lesson learnt from her; no matter what you do, people are never satisfied and will never completely appreciate what you've done as good or better than what they can do. Therefore, never rely on people's approval on things or else they'll continue to dent your confidence to the point you lose interest in what you are seeking their approval for. Give what you love to do the best shot!</em></strong><br />
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And the other, this individual shows off about every single thing. You name it....according to X, H's either got it, got a negative opinion or point blank shuts your idea down. Oh I have a house with 16 bedrooms and a convoy came to get us from school and I have the best attire ever. Before you finish your sentence, you're interrupted by someone raising their voice just to show off some more. <strong><em>Points gained from this; you don't need to show off to be respected. You don't have to reveal everything you have to belittle others rather bless others from what you have and you'll be respected.</em></strong><br />
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These are all minute examples.<br />
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But seriously do you have to show off?<br />
When people are proud, sometimes I regard that as being kinda insecure. You don't want people to look down on you. I still believe people won't look down on you if you're humble. As I say almost all the time here, I am not trying to be proud....by saying some people are proud. I'm just sharing my observations....sounds like something I do at all times being h/c prof..<br />
I always try to be humble and try my hardest not to come across as proud, of course I am not perfect but I do take conscious steps not come across as proud.<br />
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Pride - I've learnt quite a lot from thee.<br />
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You guys learnt or experienced such?<br />
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2014 is a new year....taking blogging seriously!<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-59244437537789197992014-01-03T00:11:00.001+00:002014-01-03T00:32:13.097+00:00Hello 2014! 2013 in a nutshell...not entirely!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Amazing individuals,<br />
<strong>MOSTLY PICTURES IN THIS POST.</strong><br />
Happy new year and a very merry Christmas in serious arrears.<br />
Where have I been you ask?<br />
I have been to London to visit the Queen, I saw lil' Prince George, Kate is ever so nice. She kept smiling. Prince William? Oh he wasn't around.<br />
I gave Prince George the Nigerian flag, I hope they keep it safe for him so when he gets older he'll know a Nigerian has been to say hello and left him a little souvenir. The Queen is also very charming.<br />
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Oh you haven't been to see the Queen and Prince George? breaking news-------- I haven't either. If you believed that, then I need to give you a great big hug. <br />
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Happy Happy Happy New Year. I actually begged my siblings to do guest posts but they are oh so busy. I hope they someday get to share their interesting stories here - yes they are quite interesting which is why I asked them to share.<br />
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2013 was a uhm year altogether - Thank God. It went by fast, again saw some of my people (including Baby T. Hey Baby T!- my amazing little big girl) that I hadn't seen in yearssss. <br />
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1. Visited a city again after a decade and could not even recognise some streets. <br />
2. My orthodontist happily placed braces in again....I don't mind because you won't notice - no I don't have 'such' teeth. It's just a correction after having a 'dental accident' a while back.<br />
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3. I took a taxi by myself in a city that I knew barely any routes (Thank you Lord for creating google maps). The taxi driver thought I totally knew where he was talking about, I did kinda but oh well.<br />
<a name='more'></a>4. I met someone else as usual...she's fantabulous and very hilarious. Oh also a model (pictures on BNaija - I'll give you gift if you find her)...we were meant to go for a show together but let's just say distance and show timing, pictures of me hitting the runway hard would have been online too :-( lol). See you soon darl!<br />
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5. I had proper Nigerian meat pie and people around thought I was being dramatic, they won't and can't understand. <br />
6. I met Sisi Yemmie (like everyone else) - how we met was 'funny' but it was good.<br />
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7. Texted (nationally Dr Ty! so that start thinking thoughts ;-D) a lot in 2013, usually about one assessment or the other.<br />
8. Moved closer to the I Am in 2013. <br />
9. Didn't get the chance to see Dr Ty this year thanks to ASUU strike. We shall see soon dear<br />
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10. Had some not so cool times in 2013 e.g almost lost a cousin as you might know but all in all I am thankful for where He has brought me.<br />
11. Had an amazing time with Toin, Cherrywine, 1plustheone, Hattylola, Naijawife and hubby, Chantel (although she is kinda MIA on blogger) on Twitter, matter of fact everyone really. You guys made me laugh real hard and all the arguments in quote were just amazing. I remember the argument le sisto saying she wants to be Naijagrandchild caused. It was fun. <br />
Hattylola and her guess the blogger series - mixed feelings about it ending.<br />
12. Found love...........in a huge bag of crisps...<br />
12. Oh and baked some more. So I'm not a pro when it comes to writing with icing. See my first attempt below<br />
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That's a list of 'some of 2013', you shall be reading for a long time if I share everything. It was a year! :-)<br />
Here's to a wonderful 2014! and to thank you for always coming back to my blog regardless. I take on too much and blogging suffers. 2014 is a new year............<br />
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Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-18741770743975393602013-11-04T23:07:00.001+00:002013-11-04T23:27:27.023+00:00Some things I've been up to..... Bits and Bobs!Lovely individuals,<br />
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How are you all doing?<br />
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Stale gist - Kim Kardash is engaged (again) to daddy Nori - hmmmm it is well. Hot cake...everyone wants to be Kimmie's hubby.<br />
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Anyway, so clocks went back an hour last weekend and I think I was indifferent to this change though. I (we) had to ice a cake the next morning so perhaps that was the reason.<br />
Yes a baby that was born last year, turned one this year - duh! He's the cutest boy ever, well so far.<br />
So I made him a cake and man was I impressed with the outcome of the cake - the idea I had in mind didn't turn out right - blame the silly silicon train cake mould. It messed up big time.<br />
I also made another the following weekend for one of my little girls, she turned 11-2. She did like it so it was good even if I say so myself *looks away*<br />
Le Sisto came through on both and helped out. Thanks missy.<br />
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I attended another wedding and man Nigerians know how to party and twist songs. First up, we got to the church late and everyone had gone. Therefore, we went straight to the reception. That didn't start until 3ish, the bridesmaids dresses were so bright I almost needed sunshades (exaggerating) as in serious bright blue, could have been a little subtle.</div>
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The fight for the bouquet was nasty. Thank goodness I didn't even dream of going up there to catch it. One of the girls fell and got back up only to start arguing that she caught it first and the other snatched it. It was a mess!</div>
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The host had to get involved - it was that serious. Ladies, we can be dramatic at times.</div>
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Anyway, the lady that was accused of snatching the bouquet said 'oh I've caught a total of 11 bouquets' and I just could not help it but oh please girl, use the path and find you a seat!!!</div>
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Then to end the fight, the host said the band leader is still single and Miss 11 Bouquets was the first to run away. </div>
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I decided to wear heels to the wedding, I just kept looking round and hoping none of those restless kiddies bump into me and trip a sister in front of everyone. Serious embarrassment!<br />
Anyway, they didn't but I still had to walk a bit in them though but we made it phew! My sneakers were happy to receive my feet though and vice versa.<br />
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It's 11pm, I am so tired and it's only Monday hmm....bedtime<br />
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P.S. I need a new phone and cannot decide on what to get. I wanted the LG G2 or HTC one but they doesn't have a microSd slot so they are off the list, and The Nexus? Hmmmm<br />
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the iPhone 5c is too 'thin'<br />
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the Samsung S4 is pretty good but common, <br />
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Blackberry Z10- hmmm, <br />
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Samsung Galaxy Note 3 - hmmmmm<br />
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What do you think?<br />
My current phone is approaching it's 4th year and it has really done well (can't believe I used the same phone for almost 4 years - well it was that good I guess). It's acting up now so it's time to change. Please please please I need your opinions/suggestions. Thank you<br />
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I am back again with a testimony this time.</div>
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So it was a Monday morning, I was stuck in traffic and seriously moaning. Got to Uni half an hour late, took me x2 of the time to get there. </div>
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While I was on my way, Le sisto replied my text saying Le Cuz was involved in an accident. My face changed and I yelled Jesus in my head. Thank God I was able to keep my cool in public. </div>
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She told me to go check the picture out and I was dazed, all I was bothered about was Le Cuz - is he alright? Able to stand? Broken bones?</div>
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The car was a complete write off, bonnet up in the air, headlights off, grill missing, radiator on show. A great big mess.<br />
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I was just counting down to returning home so I could call him. I could not call him there and then due to phone issues.</div>
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I went through the day thanking God that at least he is alive and able to post a picture (below)...... Still thanking God.</div>
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Once I was able to call him, I was eagerly waiting for him to pick his phone. It felt like it rang for forever before he finally answered. It felt like the longest 30secs or so ever.</div>
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I completely forgot about the usual hello and blah blah (seriously, who would remember manners in that moment?). All I asked was 'are you okay?' And my darling cuz said apart from just waking up, I am 100% fine. I kept asking over and over again. </div>
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Not in his exact words but my understanding:</div>
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A car rammed his car (in motion) and while he tried to avoid the car, he still got hit and his car hit a barrier or something and spun outta control. It finally came to a halt and his door (miraculously) appeared to be open. He took his seatbelt off and just walked outta the car. Intact my people intact!!</div>
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Now Le Cuz is pretty tall and if anything/ if we calculate it with human minds, he shouldn't have been able to really get outta the car like a petite person. But our faithful almighty great God brought him out.</div>
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I typed a post and saved it as a draft, I planned on posting it on Saturday but I didn't get to post it. Guess who was also a part of the post? Le Cuz! It was a topic in reference to a conversation we had - to be posted later. I just typed this not knowing this was going to be the next post (also involving or more like about him).</div>
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I also randomly sent him an IM yesterday just asking 'how are you?', I never knew about all of this........but I don't want to call it randomly, let say 'spirit led'. </div>
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In his words, 'I went back into my car and picked my phone, wallet and keys. I tried calling the police and my hands were shaking. It was a traumatic experience'</div>
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All I kept saying to him was I am glad you are okay, you are more important than the car. I (we) still need you so I'm glad not taking a flight out for the wrong reasons, I will get to see you again. I can thank God on your behalf. His siblings and parents are also thankful I'm sure.</div>
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I'm grateful to the almighty infinite Father, the protector, the commander in chief of the armed forces of heaven, the uncreated creator, the bright morning star, God of Moses, David, Esther, Ishmael and Hagar, in fact the father of all. Thank you sir! Please help thank Him.</div>
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What I learnt from this: do not take the things you can do for granted because it could be gone in a second. </div>
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May we all not experience tragedy in our lives - better say amen and claim it. </div>
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Le Cuz - I love you so very much, and may God never leave your side even as He has shown you with this ordeal that you are secure in His hands.<br />
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So I need your help!!!<br />
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She was Miss University Africa Nigeria 2011 - Found a clip, see below. Oh and I think she also contested for Miss Global Nigeria 2013 and now this one.. It is well - standing in front of all those people during the event, I would just faint (maybe not, at least I managed to win one contest years ago and was first runner up in the second one *rolls eyes* I did try nowwwwww but jeez my nerves were through the roof - let me praise myself a bit lol). <br />
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So please please please click on the link and vote. Let's take Naija to South Korea (sorry I just had to).<br />
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1. Visit (Click here): <a href="http://www.missasiapacificworldstar.com/main/0303_detail_eng.html?PHPSESSID=83ff1b0dbc9dcb58a0c26f69e8e2b31e&country=&year=2013&no=300" target="_blank">Topsy's page</a></div>
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Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-70181901703824273612013-09-27T15:02:00.001+01:002013-09-27T15:17:24.795+01:00I must be fat by forceHello lovelies<br />
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Lately I've heard a lot of ladies say things like 'I'm too fat', ' I need to hit the gym'. I just give 'em the 'purleaseee move' look.<br />
Can you imagine?<br />
You guys can't understand. Perhaps I need to start talking more about how to gain weight for ladies who want to.<br />
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Okay this is my story *ahem* Story as in weight-wise!<br />
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I am NOT fat, as in NOT at all. In fact, I've never been 'fat' and when I say fat I mean going past size 8. This is annoying. I need to get past 9st. I am not a model (for now) although I've been in a couple of contests- I enjoyed them though but I need to get fat as in fleshy. Not extremely fat but fleshy (catch my drift?). <br />
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Sometimes it's my fault - I do not eat enough. I can feed the entire nation and ensure they get fat in one day but when it's time for me to feed myself, I don't eat as much. <br />
I've been scolded so many times by friends and family but I can't help it, I cannot control my weight - I have no reason whatsoever why this is/was but I don't like at all.<br />
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When I do eat, I always unconsciously do things that involves a lot of energy such as walking or cleaning or studying (yes requires plenty energy) and before I know it the 'fat' has gone. <br />
Le Sisto once took a walk with me (almost 2hrs) and man she could not believe it. She hasn't been on a walk with me for a while now. Can't blame her, no she's not as slim as I am.<br />
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There's was a time I lost 6kg in a week, that was a shocker and a wake up call for me.<br />
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Sometimes I look at my pictures from the past (when I was a bit fleshy) and compare them to my non-fleshy pictures and I just smile and sigh.<br />
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I used to skip breakfast on a school day, and barely have lunch and then have dinner.<br />
On a free day, I'd have breakfast at 11 and then the rest follow on later and later and later.<br />
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There was a day I actually 'forgot' to eat. I sat on my bed and thought to myself, what did you eat today? Then I realised I hadn't eaten. It was a busy day I think (my excuse).<br />
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But I am turning a new leaf, changing these habits RIGHT NOW.<br />
I want to get fat as in become a size 12 or 14. <br />
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So I've been trying to feed myself more these days and with plenty junk as well.<br />
What else can a sister do to gain some extra 'fat/flesh'?<br />
All of thee that are trying to lose weight? Do you have any tips for the opposite.<br />
I shall update you on this journey!<br />
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Twitter - @Mizzitee<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-84496041611567037902013-09-19T16:07:00.002+01:002013-09-19T16:12:45.053+01:00Parental Guidance or Decision?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I'm trying to redeem my image and blog frequently like before so please bear with me. <br />
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It's no news to anyone that parents often coerce their children into doing (studying) things they do not want to.<br />
Then they sometimes end up confusing them.<br />
It's fine for parents to 'guide and support' their children in what they want to do and provide appropriate advice. But they often do not see the wonders a child can perform in their chosen field, rather they just look forward saying Drs, Lawyers, Engineers always hit it big so they must be in that line.<br />
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I was in boarding school for a bit and every morning, the house matron said 'I want you all to be like Okonjo-Iweala'. Who wants to hear that every morning when we are meant to be praying but hey I still appreciate the fact till date that she set a goal for us and we are by His grace working towards that, minus the headgear. <br />
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Years ago, a friend of mine spoke about what her mother wanted her to do and that hit me hard. She said with emphasis that '<em>momsy wants me to be a blah blah bla</em>'. I didn't want to start going into too much detail but I just listened and encouraged her. She's a graduate now and I still wonder if she is really happy in that line.<br />
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I also heard a story about a guy who studied medicine just because <em>his parents</em> insisted. This young man finished med school and framed his certificate and gave it to his father. He picked up his paint brush, pencils and whatever is used for art and ran with it. <br />
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Is there anyone that can tell his or her parents that after high school, I want to become a singer (meaning no more school) and they'll say okay darling, that's fine. Some might but certainly some will say the child is high on helium. Instead they'll hire extra tutors for their kids when they just are not interested in a subject, they believe they aren't 'pulling their weight'. This makes school drag and just a phase for them rather than an interesting time. <br />
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The movie Good deeds, Wesley Deeds wanted to be a biker but his father did not approve of that so he had to stick with the goal of taking over his father's business. He later gave up and followed his passion.<br />
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When an individual is stuck doing something they do not want to do, they end up ageing quick (I think), being grumpy, struggling and finding every work day stressful and unbearable.<br />
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It does work out for some and not so well for others.<br />
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When an individual does something he or she is interested in, it becomes second nature and work is not 'stressful' because you enjoy what you do.<br />
Whatever you want to do, always have an insight that you can be the best. Be it an artist, a model, an architect, a poet, a writer, a politician, a manager, a doctor, a nurse/nurse consultant, a radiographer....whatever.<br />
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But if you prefer what your parents want you to study/do, then also put your heart to it and you can be the best at it - most importantly follow your heart and rely on God for direction.<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-38565960552191403282013-09-10T12:12:00.001+01:002013-09-10T13:03:41.065+01:00Me and MTN <img src="webkit-fake-url://F4991956-C9CD-44DF-BFA6-29D6F679423B/imagejpeg" /><br />
Hello lovelies<br />
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I've been fine, thanks for asking in your minds.<br />
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First up, I missed the bloggers meet up in Lagos which was kinda annoying/sad because I found out on the day and time was far spent so I glued my butt to my chair. Wish I knew a bit earlier, that would have spiced my holiday too but.....huge sigh.<br />
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Moving on......<br />
One thing that has really annoyed me in the past weeks is how Nigerians/ Lagosians like to moan. They moan about EVERYTHING and anything. Although some things are worth moaning about but wait ....what are you doing to make it better?<br />
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A visit to the MTN shop at the mall in Ikeja, I noticed people call it ICM now yeah?<br />
Some people stood and some sat waiting for their number to be called, thank God someone spoke up so I knew we had to get numbers.<br />
What did I go there for? Internet service. I had to sort my micro-sim out but then I discovered it had expired, heaven knows how that happened (side-eye).<br />
Anyway, the guy at the desk then said the system is down so numbers are not being generated. I simply looked down to ensure no ones foot was by chance in the way. I left the store gently, some people just had to show how uncomfortable they were in the store because the oh so not smiling MTN staff there were almost slower than snails.<br />
My theory, no matter how hard you squeeze your face, I don't think its going to make them work any faster.<br />
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I called MTN customer service centre, and boy the adviser could not have been 'ruder'. He was absolutely RUDE!<br />
I hate yelling or being rude to someone I do not know over the phone, so I was furious when this urchin kept questioning me.<br />
Let's call the guy MTN person.<br />
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MTN person: Hello good afternoon, my name is MTN person. How may I help?<br />
Me: (uses the loud speaker)Hi! <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I'm trying to top my phone up but it won't let me and my cousin is trying to transfer the airtime over and it keeps telling her that transfers can't be made to a postpaid customer and I am not a postpaid customer. Is there a way you can sort that out for me? (Cousins and siblings laughing out really loud in the room).</span><br />
MTN person: please take your phone off speaker. (Me: switches to handset) what's your name?<br />
Me: Tee.....<br />
MTN person: Okay how may I help you?<br />
Me: (my facial expression at this moment was priceless, considering the fact that my people were being so loud I gave him the benefit....) uhmm ookkkaaayeeee. <span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I'm trying to top my phone up but it won't let me and my cousin is trying to transfer the airtime over and it keeps telling her that transfers can't be made to a postpaid customer and I am not a postpaid customer. Is there a way you can sort that out for me?</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">MTN person: Please take your phone off speaker (raises voice)</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Me: I'm not using the speaker (Cousin walks over)</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">MTN person: take your phone off speaker!!</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Me: (I was getting angry at this point) I'm not using the speaker, are you indirectly saying I'm lying? Baby T, can you hear the person I'm talking to?</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">MTN person: your phone is still on speaker</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Me: maybe you should give the phone to someone else, they might be able to hear me better</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">MTN person: so are you saying I have hearing difficulties?</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Me: Nope! you wont stop arguing with me over the speaker issue maybe you should give the phone to someone else.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">MTN person: People have been calling to say they have issues with airtime and blah di blah </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Suddenly suddenly, he happened to have heard everything I said beforehand acted like the speaker was never a big deal.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I felt bad inside that I just had a mini go at someone I don't even know so I felt I had to end the conversation on a good note but....... Honestly I was too angry to care. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">He was unable to sort the issue out and it took a day or so to get airtime on and all that. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">Are they really that rude? Like what's the point?</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);">I called earlier to ask about data plans but this lady spoke like she was reading off a script. And even before we asked all the questions, she already said 'thank you for calling MTN, do have a lovely day and she hung up. </span><br />
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
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<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span>
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Hope your summer is going well? Well my summer just started because the last semester just ended. Still working on twitter - @mizzitee.</div>
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My topic for today - Marriage and the youths.<br />
Everyone seems to be getting married these days, it's like an anthem now when I hear people say 'I'm getting married. </div>
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I attended a friend's wedding, met a few people. </div>
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Ghanaian Guy: I'd love to visit Ghana more often but love happened and I have to consider my wife as you know I'm married </div>
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Tee: *huge grin but dazed face inside* Oh yeahhh you have to consider her too. </div>
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Ps. my love for Ghana is unconditional.</div>
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GG looks so young but he had his shiny band on his finger. </div>
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Second friend is getting married in 2 months and I looked at the one too like WHAT?!</div>
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I met someone else at my cousin's and he said he's getting married in a few months and I looked at him with a smile and said oh congratulations. Once he left the room, I said to everyone else - everyone is getting married.</div>
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Who else is getting married or better put, who else is engaged? Dr Sid and Simi , Peter or Paul and Lola, Jennifer Aniston and Justin. </div>
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It's a good thing anyway.</div>
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Marriage has always been something regarded as 'for adults' and back in the day, men were at least 30 years old when they got married. There are still people like that of course but also <strike>guys</strike> men aged 25 and above are getting married. </div>
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Are people getting younger? Am I too traditional? What's the 'right' age for people to get married?</div>
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I spoke with the 'second guy's' fiancée who is an absolute darling, very very nice. I tried to indulge her in my ice cream and chin chin mixture, she'll try it I'm sure. </div>
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Me: Are you ready for your wedding, the day?</div>
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SGF: Not ready for the day but ready for marriage.</div>
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Me: Hmmm I see.</div>
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But seriously, it's making me dizzy. Marriage is good thing, be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth!<br />
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I always thought it was a process;</div>
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Guy meets girl</div>
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They both grow together</div>
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Guy makes up his mind</div>
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<strong><em>Guy and girl too get financially, spiritually stable - this is the most important bit to mentors and 'elders'.</em></strong></div>
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Guy makes the move</div>
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Girl agrees</div>
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Did done.</div>
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I used to think people had to be together for a long time to make the big move but people are together for two years now and they are married the following year.</div>
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You can tell how traditional this girl is.</div>
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Is it just me or people are getting married really early these days?</div>
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The topic above was triggered by a wedding I attended two Saturdays ago and it was splendito. First wedding in a couple of years that I could physically attend.</div>
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It all started on Friday evening, I finished for the day and it was time to hit the road, well more like train tracks. </div>
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We (le sisto and moi) hopped on the train, it was so full. One woman and her son were both watching different series or something on their individual apple devices which I thought was cute. Ps. is anyone a Scandal follower?</div>
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I <strike>do not know what Scandal has got to do with the topic - weddings. Let me act like I know nothing.</strike></div>
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Anyways they both kept <strike>unconsciously </strike>kicking me and being Miss Nice Girl, I kept smiling and saying 'oh it's fine, don't worry' blah di blah.</div>
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Ps. I really should give le sisto a nickname here, let's call her errr...thinking.......booting.....loading......uhmm let's call her le sisto, can't think of anything else.</div>
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An hour later, we hopped off and walked out of the station and gosh the city (I won't mention the city because I do NOT want to offend anyone) was so busy and when a city is 'full', what do you expect? litter. They sure keep the council busy, the town centre was just unbelievable.</div>
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Sorry!!! back to the topic now.</div>
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The couple were at their rehearsal so we went to join them there, we got there pretty much after *whoops!*</div>
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Why do people have rehearsals though? Isn't it supposed to be a natural moment/event? </div>
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Question: will you be having a rehearsal?</div>
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We met the groom (le sisto's friend), yes I tagged along. He introduced us to the rest of the bunch and they were/are all absolutely amazing people, we all became so close, it was surreal.</div>
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And guess what? the bride's brother and I attend the same Uni. He said something like 'my face looks so familiar' and I gave him the seriously look? Anyways he remembered me and we moved on. </div>
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Then it was time to journey to the hotel, man was it far away? </div>
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We went back into town, stayed out for a bit and then finally TRAVELLED to the hotel. We hit the motorway and all I kept thinking was I hope we don't have to journey this far in the morning. No we didn't, thank God.</div>
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We arrived at the hotel at 22:00ish but then being that the hotel was a big maze, we had to do the ultimate search for our rooms. We got there! Praise The Lord somebody ?</div>
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Numerous gists, a Skype session and shower later, I was asleeeeeeeeep.</div>
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And at some point before 6am, guess who called? The groom!!!!</div>
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He called to wake le sisto and I, he shouldn't have..... I was tired and I wanted to stay in bed. Anyways, I did. Shhh don't tell him. If you're reading Mr A, hi!</div>
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The traditional wedding was scheduled to start at 8am. I managed to get ready before then but we (everyone at the hotel) were behind schedule.</div>
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The traditional do was expensiveeeee, he and his family had to pay for everything, such as<strike> walking</strike> dancing into the hall, asking to get married, getting married. </div>
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That was fun, the bride was stunning in her trad outfit. She was so confident. </div>
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The bride's mother was angry though and yelled sorta in front everyone because time was far spent. All those MCs at traditional weddings are hilarious and very hyper. </div>
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Ghanaian guy was so dazed at how many times they (groom and friends) had to prostrate, he was sweating profusely. </div>
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Church was at 11am, again we had to go get changed...we did. The wedding didn't go on for too long as well. Here dress was beautiful and his suit was so cool. I kept looking at them thinking....you guys look soooooooo young . Bride should be 24-25, groom 26-27yrs old. </div>
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The bride kept looking back so she had to toss the bouquet twice. The same girl caught it.</div>
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She was told to make herself known and she said 'I am Jessica Simone Louise Browne(not her real names). The host said just tell us your first and last name, that made me chuckle. </div>
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One of the ladies that went to catch the bouquet was walking past and she looked at me and said oh I'm not single, I'm married to Jesus in other words, she just went out to err show her dress?</div>
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Met great people, broke a guy's heart in quote. Sorry 'guy', I didn't mean to . We all hugged, well maybe not all of us. It was great meeting you guys!! </div>
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Okay this is so similar to Sisi Yemmie's post.</div>
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I didn't want to blog about it but I just had to.</div>
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Sisi Yemmie must read this.</div>
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After a very long day and journey to the town centre, I was approached by this lady who looked so innocent. She moved so close to me that I moved away and tightened my grip on my bag. </div>
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I had a puzzled look on my face and lo and behold, she started talking</div>
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Person x: 'xcuse me. I just left my purse or bus pass (one of them) on the bus and I don't have any money on me</div>
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Missy Tee: *puzzled look*</div>
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Person x: I was wondering if you could give me a quid, I am waiting for my friend to finish from work</div>
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Missy Tee: Oh I'm sorry I don't have any change on me (I honestly didn't, I would have given her if I had because she acted so well). Sure you don't have a chip and pin device - no I didn't say that!</div>
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Person x: awwww okay thank you</div>
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Missy Tee: Sorry! No worries.</div>
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I walked away feeling guilty, searching through my bag using my head for any change I could have dropped somewhere.</div>
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Fast forward to the following week;</div>
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Le sisto and I were walking past an area close to where I saw person x.</div>
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Le sisto passed a comment about person x's dress along with a baby bump and immediately I saw the face, looked so familiar and I was wondering where I had seen the face.</div>
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While le sisto and I were busy chatting, this other lady was walking not far ahead and guess what?!</div>
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Person x stopped her and I slowed down a bit in a bid to recall the face, and what made me remember person x was the story.</div>
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She gave this other lady almost the same 'lyrics' that she gave me.</div>
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She was asking her for money!!</div>
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My eyes widened and my jaw slowly dropped.<br />
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I couldn't believe person x was pregnant because I didn't notice or to be honest I didn't look down to notice the bump. She looked so innocent and hey Angelina Jolie does NOT have anything on her.<br />
To be honest, I don't know if she misplaced her bus pass again - I'm not judging even though it seems like I am :-/<br />
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Sisi Yemmie's post immediately popped into my mind - mainly because it happened in an entirely different country.<br />
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Some people are just talented!<br />
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Another post coming up shortly!!<br />
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I'm still getting used to twitter - @mizzitee<br />
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-10797832251840273432013-06-28T22:34:00.001+01:002013-06-29T00:19:36.141+01:00Where's everyone? + The anonymous + Twitter<div style="text-align: justify;">
Hello peoples</div>
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Honestly, I've been wanting to blog since last week but topics keep coming into my mind and then flying away - busy schedule.</div>
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Anyways, hope you all are good?</div>
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I've been trying to catch up and I've noticed a few people are not on blogger anymore e.g. Ibhade (Simply mee) (man I enjoyed reading her stories but can't read them anymore now) and a few others.</div>
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I've been on twitter for a long time (a year-ish) but I pushed it aside just because..........<br />
Anyways, I'm on twitter (sounds cheesy right? yeah) so you can click the follow button (@mizzitee) - don't hate on a sister, she's kinda new to it so be warm instead gracias. <br />
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Anyways, this happened a long long time ago. about 6 weeks ago. </div>
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I was heading to class and I saw this elderly man trying to cross over to the other side of the road. I looked down to get something from my purse and the next second all I heard was 'slam bang slam!!! he was down along with a cyclist.</div>
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Blood in the middle of the road, traffic all the way - traffic was crayzeeeee.</div>
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This other lady was shouting at the other person who was speaking to the emergency service and they were almost about to have a mini mini catfight (I think). They sorted themselves out. Ladies rock!</div>
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I was shocked!! I yelled Jesus which became my anthem- there were people all around him already so there were lots of people around to help him while they awaited the ambulance. Heaven knows where the cyclist came from. </div>
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Luckily, the cyclist was alright.</div>
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He was taken away by the medics.....</div>
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I walked into my class and the scene kept playing in my head. Still dazed I kept my cool throughout the class. </div>
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The following day, the class was about a similar situation and I just thought to myself 'how great'!</div>
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Fast forward to weeks after, I saw this man walking slowly across AGAIN - once a soldier, always a soldier right? in this case, once a 'crosser', always a 'crosser'. I just was thankful he made it. Thought he was gone! </div>
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Being that I don't know him personally, I can't and could not say anything to him about it so I hushed but seriously talk about brave - God you are fabulous! The bestestest!!</div>
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I'm thankful for the anonymous a.k.a man I don't know personally 's life.</div>
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These days I am so conscious of cyclists that I look in the side and rear mirror even when not driving, I check the corners cyclists can squeeze through when I'm walking. You just never know when they are flying down the hills, squeezing past traffic and all that! It is well</div>
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What's up with having to pay £3000 to visit the UK? Really??</div>
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Ps. I'm reading A Heart to Mend again - Yes Myne again! Awaiting other books</div>
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<br />Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847486353175952157.post-82704337918550561412013-06-09T07:22:00.001+01:002013-06-09T07:22:15.375+01:00Apologies + I met someone<div><br></div><div> <img src="webkit-fake-url://B70852EE-D174-4E0D-8833-AEC138341AF7/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div>Dear lovely readers and followers and fellow bloggers<div><br></div><div>I definitely cannot pretend I've not been MIA for *checks previous post* 5 months*.</div><div>I am really sorry (again), no seriously I am sorry believe me ;-)</div><div>My to-do list (yes I use to-do lists pretty much all the time -gist), okay where was I? Oh yes my to-do list is always long and whenever I manage to cut it down and tick some things off so I can actually blog, another bunch of tasks push blogging down the list. Anyway not that my list is very short now but I moved blogging up the list by force. It's 6.20am so why not!</div><div><br></div><div>I just had to explain myself because you know I had to hence the story above.</div><div><br></div><div>Moving on, how are you all doing and I can't believe it's June already. Thank you Jesus *Taraji's voice*</div><div> A huge thank you to people that dropped me a message to check up on moi and to say hello e.g Priscy and Toinlicious. You guys are amazing, God bless you real good for moi.</div><div><br></div><div>My story of the moment, I met someone yes someone......a friend. </div><div>I can't really divulge much about this person because they would like to remain anonymous but yea here we go.</div><div><br></div><div>I met Z on my 'journey', Z and I clicked almost immediately regardless of the huge age difference. We spoke about so much even though I mostly sat and listened, I did chip in here and there. Z shared memories but yet was still careful because we only just met. As time progressed, that became a thing of the past. Z advised, warned me to learn from own errors and often times talked so much to the point that leaving to go do other things was a task. </div><div>Z was really upset by some kinda weird noise on one occasion and I was dazed at the Jackie Chan stunt that was used to stop the noise. I stood there and watched with such amazement but hey we all have our inner Jackie. Ps. I realised that Jackie Chan is about a year younger than his wife Ling (that's her name right? :-/ I think so) and why is that news Tee?</div><div>Back to Z, sometimes I stayed away just for the sake of it and to give Z some space but I don't think that went down well with Z. Sometimes I had to explain that I haven't been around and bla bla and then that sarcastic 'really' is let out and I put a funny face on. </div><div>Z is still around and although we don't get to chill as much anymore because hey busy and so very different schedules. I still have a few point from Z in my head.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Here are a few things for you</div><div>- Don't give up on what you've been working so hard on, you'll arrive at your expected result soon</div><div>- Don't be shy to ask questions, it makes you much more acceptable in some kinda way</div><div>- Don't be afraid to speak your mind</div><div>- Careful not to break too many hearts, try not to break any if you can</div><div>- You can't satisfy everyone, even yourself at times </div><div>- Love, love and love some more</div><div>- Learn from others and of course work on yourself</div><div><br></div><div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Z is not a tutor or a motivational speaker...., we did talk about some old British stuff too but I don't want to bore you with all of those. </div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Let's just say the UK was fun in the thirties and forties. There I was sat thinking 19..s was fun, it was to us at the time.</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I really wish I could share more but......</div></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Ps. As anyone been to Skinny Hipster's? She's so daring, her wardrobe is seriously.... Please give me a word. www.skinnyhipster.com</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Have a fabulous week loves.</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Back soon</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Missy Tee</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Another ps. I have missed blogging. </div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">I need to find Myne, Honeydame, Atilola, Ij, Nikkisho, Priscy, Toin, Ibhade, Sugarbelly and sooo many more. </div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Okay adios!</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Image : google images</div><div style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Missy Tee'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08205207614767869153noreply@blogger.com10