Why Are There Bubbles In Aero?

This advert has to be in my top 5 fave ads of all time. I never get tired of watching it and I always have a smile on my face while I watch it. Unconciously.

Two commenters from you-tube said:

@blauviolet ... it's at the ending when the voice comes on i actually break out of the trance and say to myself "what was the ad all about again?" and i replay and the same thing happens.
-ml210378

Every time that ad came on I would force myself to listen to what he says....it never worked hehe....damn you hot man, because of you I will never know the reason for the bubbles in Aero
-blauviolet


Spot. On.

Lol.

Favourite Things

Love this song AND video. Chris Brown is really talented.

Because I Love It

Never before have I been so in love with Rihanna! Couldn't stand the nasal humming and the goth inspired darkness (that appeared rather contrived) in many Riri videos. ALTHOUGH, I have always loved her post Music Of The Sun style. All that aside, these days Rihanna can do no wrong, far as I'm concerned. I love the girly/vintage/pink/floral video for Only Girl In The World. I love the song as well!



Add her very cute video with Drake (who is thankfully looking far more tanned than usual, the gods be praised!) I'm really happy with Rihanna's current offerings!

Because I Love It

The best thing about having a blog, and I've waxed lyrical about this previously, is being able to share 100% authentic Sweet Nothings with no one, yet maybe everyone in the world. Not the sweet nothings deluded lovers whisper under the dying embers of an autumn dusk, the real foolish and silly things of life that still somehow manage to be sweet. *Made sense in my head*

One of these things are Norman Rockwell paintings. They are a little vintage without being dated as the themes remain fresh, but I think the real appeal to me is the throwback to a simpler time or just to baser emotions that unite all humans race, status, continent wide.

This one always makes me smile, maybe because in so many ways, as a veteran (twice honoured), board approved Mischief Maker, I can identify with The Nuttiest Girl In school. *giggles*.

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WHO UNDERSTANDS ME BUT ME

They turn the water off, so I live without water,
they build walls higher, so I live without treetops,
they paint the windows black, so I live without sunshine,
they lock my cage, so I live without going anywhere,
they take each last tear I have, I live without tears,
they take my heart and rip it open, I live without heart,
they take my life and crush it, so I live without a future,
they say I am beastly and fiendish, so I have no friends,
they stop up each hope, so I have no passage out of hell,
they give me pain, so I live with pain,
they give me hate, so I live with my hate,
they have changed me, and I am not the same man,
they give me no shower, so I live with my smell,
they separate me from my brothers, so I live without brothers,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?
who understands me when I say I have found other freedoms?

I cannot fly or make something appear in my hand,
I cannot make the heavens open or the earth tremble,
I can live with myself, and I am amazed at myself, my love, my beauty,
I am taken by my failures, astounded by my fears,
I am stubborn and childish,
in the midst of this wreckage of life they incurred,
I practice being myself,
and I have found parts of myself never dreamed of by me,
they were goaded out from under rocks in my heart
when the walls were built higher,
when the water was turned off and the windows painted black.
I followed these signs
like an old tracker and followed the tracks deep into myself
followed the blood-spotted path,
deeper into dangerous regions, and found so many parts of myself,
who taught me water is not everything,
and gave me new eyes to see through walls,
and when they spoke, sunlight came out of their mouths,
and I was laughing at me with them,
we laughed like children and made pacts to always be loyal,
who understands me when I say this is beautiful?

Jimmy Santiago Baca

*I love Latin American poetry. And poets:-)

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The best thing about having a blog is you get to share stuff you like with your imaginary readers........I like sharing:-)

I LOVE advertisements!! These three are my current fave...actually, the first, the Aero chocolate one, remains my 'Favourite Advert of All Time'. Its the strangest thing but once I see Jason Lewis, a smile unconsciously finds its way unto my face...ridamndiculous! I think its the dimples....

1. INFAMOUS AERO



2. REESE'S



3. ALPEN

I just saw this one recently but I think its quite funny!

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I really love poetry and wish I had the talent and skill to say so much with so little. 

Another one of my fave poems and yes, I'm aware my inner cheeseball is showing and wreaking havoc on my e-thug reputation on these mean virtual reality streets;-)

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

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(BTW.....See you later Mr. Jackson, thank you for helping me dust the floor with numerous 9year olds' faces in dancing competitions! You are present in so many of my favourite childhood memories....although with your [alleged] trackrecord for little kids, I should probably be more worried than I am*shrugs*.Thank you anyways....I believe the only people sadder than most of us 9year old 'Dancing Champions' are the many Nigerian women who will now never be able to know your bleaching secrets. So thank you sir, even in death, you continue to Heal The World...and make it a better place. So to you, Mr. Irreplaceable Legend, I'm saying "see you later" not "goodbye" because...."When you’re larger than life, you never can say goodbye, because nobody will let you leave"*)

Another of my favourite poems....and totally unrelated to MJ:

First Day at School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don't let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don't take sweets from?
Perhaps they're to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there's puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

Roger McGough


* verysmartbrothas.com

Welcome To Nollywood

I love Nollywood, its Pringles-like quality makes it so addictive. Seriously it’s like a Hallmark movie, you don’t want to watch it but once you pop, you can’t stop. You KNOW no good can come out of this movie you are watching, you KNOW what exactly the end will be from the beginning, with the loudly screeched adverts....yet you lose 3 hours and 37 minutes of your life that you will never ever regain in watching said movie. But you’re happy. Because you have just laughed more times in the 337 than you have in a week. My dad used to complain about Nollywood. He was more than suspicious of its contents; he thought they were solely created to reduce the human I.Q to the barest decimal. Or to test his patience. Possibly:-).

But I soon explained to him that the problem he faced in watching these movies stemmed from a much deeper rooted problem; his refusal to surrender to foolishness. Nollywood can only be enjoyed if the viewer makes a conscious decision to surrender his intelligence at the door, BEFORE pressing play. Anything else is a fatal error, because you will spend parts 2 and 3 of the movie complaining bitterly to avid fans like myself (who will begin to mentally devise numerous ways to make you extinct in a bid to shut you up!).

If for instance, while watching a Nollywood film I am informed [by the dubious plot] that there is a Nigerian pig presently located on the moon,that the piglet in question travelled there with a forged visa, stolen passport and on a slow-moving camel,that said 'Niglet' is currently in communication with Martians to bomb Iraq; I will continue to watch, to learn if he will succeed in his mission.

OR, If I see a well educated, knowledgeable woman going to a witch doctor to procure a potion that will cause a hideously obscene man 13 times her age make her his wife, and the witch doctor requires she provide (and I quote), “….two white duck fowls who have not witnessed a dawn, the eyes of an ant….and one, granmama PINT (pānt).” I laugh until I’m weak, shrug it off and continue to watch, to see from which savanah’d anthill she will pluck out those eyes.

You see, the Ridiculosity Quotient is not much higher than that of the Transformers movie, yet people are so quick to shout Nollywood is “..So fake!"….yeah, because coloured robots the size of the Eiffel running round our city streets terrorizing peace-loving citizens isn't. Right.

So I watch nollywood happily as it takes the funniest and strangest bits about being Nigerian and makes them into sometimes poignant, often times pointless movies. And I love it. It makes me laugh, loud & long. And makes me think (mostly of the randomness of Nigeria). The clip below is from a movie appropriately titled "ONE DOLLAR"*. $1=Full. Blown.Jokes yet, it manages to convey a serious message about materialism, see thats the beauty of Nollywood...What else is entertainment for if not to make us laugh and think? And be distracted from studying the law.*sigh*

The crase starts from around 4.20, I was slayed by all references to “EH-MERRY-KUH!!!”*



*To Maga who steadfastly told me some of the funnier quotes in this video long before I saw it…I apologise for thinking you made them up. I know better now. And I’m even more convinced our friendship must cease.

**BTW, as I am typing this post up, my friend calls me to tell me Michael Jackson just died!...As we speak, my study buddy calls me to say she's bought tickets to the M.J concert in Paris in August....I'm sorry to laugh but, EPIC FAIL!!!!!lol!!

Dear Daddy

Happy Fathers day to The Sage, The Head, The man trusted above all others. To the Simple man, the honest, straightforward Advice Giver, The One who laughs with eyes crinkled at the corners, just like mine, and refers to me(voice laced with pride) as 'A Clown'. To my Daddy, The One with the booming voice and endearing names for his girls, The Proud One whose greatest happiness is sharing my happiest moments.

Happy Fathers day to you Daddy, in thanksgiving for all the little things you do that you don’t think I appreciate, the usually unwanted but always needed advice, your vicarious living through me; my successes are always sweeter for knowing you enjoy them far more than I do…..with the way you boast about even my tiniest achievements.



Thanks for our arguments; for listening to me loudly & angrily state my often flawed opinion…..and then promptly shutting me up with a clever argument or the sure-fire “So long as you live in my house…..”

Thank you for reminding me that regardless of who thinks otherwise, THE WORLD IS MINE....and everyone else is just visiting:-). For teaching me that I am worth much more than the sum of my body parts, important enough to set standards and expect them to be kept by anyone daring to (attempt the impossible &) replace you as ‘Mon Homme Numéro Un’. So, to Daddy, for making me believe impossible is nothing….I am Me,only because You are You.

Love always,

Your (prettiest & most likely to procure the highest bride price*watches her sisters frown angrily like the Biblical Gad & Nahptali*)Daughter.

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Variation On The Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower,the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and as you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

-Margaret Atwood

I LOVE THIS POEM. I have to find a way to incorporate it into my wedding vows!:-)