I Hate Tagging, Please Can It Stop Now?

I was tagged by afrobabe and anonymous gal, and as far as tagging goes, I hate it, as my title already suggests! I know I've done a meme before, but what ever...Here it is..again!

Here are the rules:

• Link the person who tagged you…
• Mention the rules in your blog
• Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...
• Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
• Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

1. I find it difficult to say no, with the exception of saying it to silly boys of course! 'Chickito, please can I have so and so?' OR 'Chickito, will you do so and so for me?'
   'Yes please, no problem' is my surest answer to these questions, even when I feel like shouting a big NO. I need help there. Why can't I just say no?
2. I can't stand it when people move my things from where I kept them originally. Things have to be a certain way for me to be happy. I guess that's one of the reasons I never want to share a room with anyone. They don't get it! They just dont. Now that scares me because I'll get married and it will definitely happen and I'll always be pissed!
3. I love to fart. Ok, can't believe I admitted that, but it's true. I don't know if it's just the sound of the loud ones, or the smell...lol. Disgusting I know, but hey, you asked! And I love doing it in the presence of people. It's no fun doing it when I'm alone. Boo feels embarrassed when I do it in front of other people. Poor soul!
4. Who cares for panties? Not me! I go about without underwear. Whether I'm wearing trousers, skirts or dresses! I only break this rule when I'm on my period or going to church. Can't say exactly why this is so...hmmm
5. I'm a freak for nice scents. Notice, not smell! I can't stand body odour, mouth odour or any other odour for that matter. The fastest way to get me to notice you is walk past me with a killer (in a good way, that is) fragrance...I go just dey follow you.
6. I choose to always see the glass as half full. I'm a very optimistic soul. 'Things will get better' is my motto, even in the midst of calamity. I choose to always look on the bright side.
   
   That's all folks. Terribly disappointing, I'm sure. Told you, I hate this tagging thing. I'm also not going to tag anyone, you can breathe out now.

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On a lighter note....

This is the picture if a Zimbabwean boy on his way to buy a loaf of bread!!! What can I say? Things will get better.
I'm out.

LOL!

Holla Pipo,
How's everyone doing? I know y'all were in panic following my last post. I'm so sorry...not! Lol. Really, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was truly touched that you do really care about what happens to me. Feels like family up in here...for real. Was just trying to write something nice. I'm glad you enjoyed it though. I am also pleased to announce to you, that Boo is doing well. He's out of town at the moment, so I'm a bit lonely. But we are doing well. We had a little fight at the airport before his departure, but nothing relationship threatening. He does get on my nerves sometimes. Actually, a lot. But that's gist for another day.

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I received a very sweet email recently and thought to share with y'all. Hope you enjoy it as much as i did. Will do a proper update soon.

~~~THROUGH A CHILD'S EYES~~~

Have a lovely weekend y'all. Peace!

Brokenness

It was a rainy night. Dark clouds shadowed the skies. Thunder and lightning rumbled across the heavens and the trees bowed in adoration and awe of the mighty wind. Little children were screaming in fright. Even adults trembled in fear willing the storm to be over. I was numb from the pain, oblivious to my surroundings. For all I cared the world could burn down in an instant. It would still have made no sense. What was life anyway? Who cared if we lived or perished? My mind was in absolute turmoil, the storm within greater than the one without. At intervals, I got curious stares from those around, but nobody asked any questions. Everyone pondered over his own inner thoughts and left me to burn in my own private hell.

I thought this love was forever. I could have sworn we were soul mates, made for each other. Is this how it felt to be heartbroken? I could feel the life draining from my quivering flesh, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces wounding my insides and scaring my soul. I knew in that instant I would never love again. There wasn’t enough of me to give away. I had become an incomplete woman, one who was once cherished and valued for her emotional independence. What I wouldn’t give to be in the arms of the one who promised to love me forever…just one more time. I’d give my arm and leg just to hear the words I once took for granted from the one who vowed to never bring me to this point.

That night marked the beginning of the end for me in many ways, after he told me it was over. Just like that. No explanation. No backward glance. One minute he was there, and the next he was gone. Later, my friends would try to tell me I’m better off without him. The bunch of liars. What do they know?

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Today, I’m as weak as I was that night. I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. The memories are drowning my spirit. I hate him but I hate me even more. For allowing myself to give of me so freely, trustingly and with a reckless abandon. I smile but all they see is a frown. I try to speak but all they hear are sobs. Maybe I should take a vacation or maybe I should just die. I hear them laughing at me, “she always thought she was better than us!” they say in scorn.

I’m losing me…yes I feel me departing, from this temple I always thought I’d reside in for a long while to come…what have I done? Where am I? I’m confused. This must be what it feels like to be insane. I’m broken…