Me. And then Some.

He is tall, has thick dark hair and big light brown eyes.
Symmetrical features, perfect nose and a small mouth.
He is always dressed on point
Crisp collared shirt tucked into his levis.
Sigh.
I cannot tell you how much I have lusted after this boy.
He is out of my league.
Word on the street is, he has a girlfriend
This has never stopped Fabulo-la before.
But this time...This time...
I cannot have him.
Yet my heart skips even harder when he walks into the office.
Or can I?

Just by looking at him,
You can tell he is smart.
Not in a computer geeky star wars kinda way.
In an "I taught myself Java" kinda way.
I am stalking him on facebook
Too afraid to 'friend' him

He probably hasn't noticed me
I wonder if he even remembers my name?
I have found every excuse in the book to get him to come to our office.
I have kicked the computer, removed the cable
Unlogged myself out of the network
Anything to get 'John' to come downstairs and fix.

Shameless I know.
But what am I to do?
I run errands for my boss countless times
Taking a bunch of papers up one at a time
Just so I can pass by John's office to get a glimpse of him.

I can already imagine our first date.
Our children.
Jeez, what will it be like to kiss those lips?
His eyes make me melt. Literally.
Our children will have thick wavy luscious hair
Imagine the color of their skin when my beautiful black mixes with his tan olive.
I am dying sef to just hear him call my name.
My whole name. You know get him to play that
"how do you say your name" game?
I can only imagine the jolts that will be sent up my spine when he touches me.
Sigh...thoughts of this boy have got my mind running in several directions at once.

I am dying to make a move...
You know, ask him about himself.
Anything to get him to talk to me.
But for the first time
I'm shy.
I'm afraid to look like a fool in front of him.
I'm afraid he will think I'm not that smart.
I. am. dying. to. get .his. attention.

Tomorrow is '(insert-name-of-company-here) day '
You can be sure I will be stalking the tables between classes
Just so I can get a look at 'John'
This is getting out of hand
I can't even joke about it anymore

I'm beginning to feel the pinch in my heart...

God help me
I am crushing on a boy I cannot have.



xxx
Fabulo-la

First of all I want to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything I have done
and even the ones I don't even remember
I'm sorry for eyeing that girl when she asked me a dumb question the other day.
(You too you know it was dumb now.)
I promise I will smile next time.

Im sorry for cursing that boy out,
but you know he got on my nerves now!
Calling me miss "I'm too busy so I can't call or be bothered to talk to anybody in Nigeria".
What on earth did he mean by that?
Is this a new thing making me feel guilty 'cause I dont call him? All the way in Nigeria?
Or wait...do you feel like that too?
Hmm...I guess I'll try harder.
With you sha, not the boy.

And I'm sorry for wishing that professor would catch swine flu cause he was mean to me last semester.
But you know you didn't really have to allow him to become sick.
Please make him better. Quickly. In a few days.
Please make him better. :D

Now I want to thank you.
Thank you for my new job (assistant manager is not easy o!)
Even if its less money and less hours, I know you will make a way.
Right?
Ah! I have to say a BIG thank you for touching my advisors heart.
Now, I can stay the extra semester and get that minor in Math. And maybe English too!
But God, why are all the Chem E professors so mean?
Do they do it on purpose?
Or is there really something wrong with them?
I ask that you touch their lives and fix whatever maybe wrong with them.
Cause they make us miserable! :(
And misery is not my portion!

Now I want to thank you in advance
That job?
Yes that one that you are reserving for me?
The one that pays $60,000 a year with relocation expenses and with a manager training program?
Yes that one! Infact Baba God, I hail you o!
I know you will not let my enemies laugh at me!
Thank you jere!

Now God, about all these cute boys you keep surrounding me with.
I'm not complaining. The view is Ah! mazing.
To think you created all that?
Wow! You are truly God all by yourself!
But I need you to help me concentrate sha.
Don't take the boys away o!
I just need to concentrate.
And please help me keep my hands off the ones with girlfriends.

Oh I also want to thank you for taking away all the bad dreams.
I am truly grateful.

God, for all those people that are causing trouble
In the name of religion,
Forgive them biko.
Touch their hearts eh?

Dear God
I cannot thank you enough.

xxx
Fabulo-la

So Blogsville
You guys had enough of the publicity stunt that is MTV?
I refuse to comment on that negro's disrespectful action.
Moving on... yes I have other concerns.

So I have been having bad dreams.
No scratch that. Bloody NIGHTMARES!
As in, I wake up either sweating or crying, for that last couple of weeks.
These dreams have involved a lot of dying, shooting killing...did I mention dying?
I kid you not o!
Needless to say, I have been walking around campus muttering "Sharamama sharamama...I am covered by the blood of Jesus" under my breath.
To say I am scared shit less will be understating it.
But then again, it is not my portion, damnit!
The devil is a Liar! He died that I may have life o!
Abi? Yelz ke.

So now, imagine my SHOCK when watching the VMAs (A solid 3 hours I will never get back btw)
I saw Lady gaga wearing that red lace thing over her damn head?
As if her performance was not enough!
(I swear that woman is so in-appropriate she should be banned)

You know what the hell that reminded me of?

The Bodies from the Body Worlds exhibition and
The hollow pleading look in their lifeless eyes!
SHIT!! SHIT!!! SHIT!!!
Ewoo! Are the nightmares not enough?
To say I wanted to start crying would be putting it lightly!

So yes blogsville that is my concern tonight.
Please ehn, before you go to bed
Pray for PEACEFUL sleep for me.
And you ofcourse.
Rebuke every attack of the enemy against me.
And you ofcourse
And please cover me with the blood of Jesus.
And you. Ofcourse.

Thank you blogsville.
Your love and concern is much appreciated.

I know this might have come off really lightly
But this is the only way I can pretend to not be scared.

Now I'm off to watch the girl crying blood....*sigh...*

xxx
Fabulo-la