I have a new domain name. www.scribblemefree.com ..I'm in the process of building a website and this will probably involve me moving my blogs to Wordpress for the time being, but never fear, I'll still be here.

I have a couple of stories I want to tell, but I can't right now, I will, probably tomorrow. And yes, I'm back, no hiatus for me. Who takes a break from therapy to go find therapy? Yes, I just called u all head shrinkers...and what?! hehe

I got all of your comments to my phone but couldn't get here to reply. 33 comments is much too much to respond to in my comment box so I'll give my response here:

kmplx... I know and have met quite a few really stand up, good looking (no homo) guys; that would suggest to me that you're either looking in the wrong places or through a myopic lens

cerberus...gracias amigo. Amen indeed

Qube...hehe..thanks, definitely gunna be happy hunting

simplidivine...don't mind me, that's how u know I'm reading a book. Any words I may have picked up while reading tend to infiltrate their way into my writing.

Shona...thanks, and I'm well on my way to recovery

Jayla..i'll find em wherever they're hidden

TDVA...stop hating..besides, me being the wolf in wolves clothing that still looks like a sheep, they'll prolly be pushing their daughters on me :P

OPTIMISTIC...that may be true, but it's the hunter's ability to tame the bush meat, calm it down and escape unscathed that makes him a professional

Confessions... I said at least 5, but if you want I can start to take your route, just give me the co-ordinates. And stop frontin...i know you're planning out how you're gna stalk all the bars, libraries, coffee shops, department stores, asdas, tescos, train stations, and Oxford street this weekend.

Bibi...well I'll be wandering that way in a couple of months. And I daresay, telling ur friends to stay away from all Nigerian men this weekend might be asking a bit too much hehe.

Smaragd...Oneitis isn't contagious, no. As for your warning, while it's more specific and viable than Bibi's, it won't work either, since their guard will be well down and by the time they realise what's happening, they'll be sitting accross a table from me at Starbucks, sipping on a frappucino, laughing. Melancholy ko...raincoats as u know, are a must for me

Gochi...thanks, as for the sickie, I'd say go for it. We are on this earth but once

BSNC...yup, all the ammo I need.

Roc...in this recession? however, a lot can be said for Waitrose. I was in there a couple of weeks back and I saw one of the foiniestesete (yes, an actual word cannot describe her) women I have ever seen. Shame I was in a funk at the time.

Avartsy...lol...i'll be careful, btw, I made your pineapple fried rice last night, de.lish!

Neffie...thank you very much mum. Monsieur Scriblé is def on the prowl

blogoratti...funny you should bring that up. I never considered myself having much game at all. Maybe I'll do a post on that.

Repressed...thanks, to be honest, I don't quite mind being the prey. It can be fun.

Jayla...I could step off the curb tomorrow and get hit by a bus. I could get pushed off the platform in front of a moving train. I could slip and fall in the tub, banging my head against the edge. All that is just as likely as me dying from swine flu. But El todo poderoso es mi padre. I'll be ok.

miss.fab...lol..dont worry I'll keep you posted on the 'shenanigans'.

Scarlet...it's not my elbow I'm looking to grease, if you get my meaning *wink*...thanks!

Tigeress....believe me, if it was possible to share mojo I would, but it comes with a unique identity marker.

Abeni...i'm right here luv

Naked Soul...london be warned indeed.

It all begins tonight, going out with a few friends. I'll let u know how it goes!

Oneitis, I think, is what Neil Strauss called it. Matter of fact, let me find the actual definition for you.
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From the Urban Dictionary:

Oneitis, is that social malady that results in a feeling that this person is totally special and unique and therefore one must not mess up anything with them. These confused "messed up" feelings then often mess up the chances of a person seducing their romantic victim because after all thier emotions tell them that they cannot be too careful, gentle, and that they cannot "act too foolish." Often, Oneitis also confuses a person by making them worry too much about what other people will think of them or worse what thier romantic victim will think of them, and thus they simply cannot do what is necessary to seduce thier romantic prey.

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It goes on to describe what one must do to get over this "disease" and all that blah blah. For me, I just needed to realise that I was suffering from it. I'm now on the road to recovery, discovering, quite paradoxically, that we are all alike in our uniqueness and as such, we are all the same, ergo there's a few billion more of her in this crappyhappy old world.

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And it is my mission to find as many of them as I can in my lifetime. I mean, I live in London, I run into at least 5 beautiful women on a daily. Victorian scientist Sir Francis Galton once conducted a study aimed at creating a "Beauty Map" of Great Britain; guess which city he found to have the best looking people. If you guessed Manchester, Birmingham or Nottingham, you guessed wrong.

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There is such a diverse range of beautiful women that I run into daily. White(British, Polish, German, French, American, Australian), Black (British, Nigerian, Zimbabwean, Zambian, Ugandan, South African, Ghanian), Hispanic, the tall oriental chick with the never ending legs. The tall blonde in her late 20s on the train with no ring on her finger who wouldn't stop smiling at me. The beautiful African chick at Zara who I can't wait to see out of her work clothes or even the 100 or so 20something womanly distractions at church.

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So, starting this thursday, with friday off work, giving me a 4 day weekend, I go on the prowl- bars, libraries, coffee shops, department stores, asdas, tescos, train stations, Oxford street etc- armed with nothing but charm, a smile and a blackberry. No place is sacred, no place is safe.

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Smile ladies, Scribbles is back!

So it would seem some people have noticed that I haven't quite been myself for a while. I won't say I've lost my Mojo...just having a little trouble finding it a the moment :P

That said, I may or may not be taking a short hiatus to find it. We'll see. In the meantime, I'll do this crazy 8s Meme that BSNC tagged me in

8 Things I look forward to

1. Thursday evening...No work till tuesday
2. My next paycheck, last one don already wan finish
3. New York City/Boston/The tri-state area in the summer
4. Xmen Origins: Wolverine
5. Heroes..tonight
6. Moving house..living by myself
7. Buying my house (later this year/early next year-gots to take advantage of recession)
8.LOML

8 Things I did yesterday

1. Went to church
2. Shopped for food
3. Got me a brand shiny new basketball
4. Got "evaluated", I think.
5. Drew up a new diet and exercise plan (health nut...sue me)
6. Was summoned to my aunt's house to search for and dispose of a dead rat
7. Took a hour and a half long bus ride each way to get there
8. Didn't find the rat

8 Things I wish to do

1. Not this meme :P
2. Listen to Bibi's (now deleted) audio post
3. Write for a living
4. Drink, everyday
5. Sleep longer than 5 hours a night
6. Pretty women
7. Drive at 200+ miles an hour
8. Write for a living (weird, just as i typed that I got an email from a friend telling me about a writing job)

8 shows I watch

1. Heroes
2. Eli Stone
3. House
4. Boston Legal
5. Smallville
6. Chuck
7. How I met your Mother
8. 90210

8 Bloggers tagged
1. Miz-cynic
2. Sexkitten
3. Miss Lowlah
4. TDVA
5. Just...Toluwa
6. Vic Moreau
7. juiceegal
8. cerberus

so, I was off blogger all weekend after my friday night stupidity and I come back and there's almost 30+ posts waiting for me...did EVERYBODY update this weekend? I looked at my blogroll and started to scroll...and scroll..and scroll. How the hell am I gna read thru all that? I actually have to do some work today. Man I'm weak... I'll get thru em tho
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Saturday, I did cut the hair...I miss it now :(
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Went to a birthday party on a boat. Props to my girl, Happy 21st bday, you really went all out didn't ya? 1 minor issue I had though, and this is more an issue with me and not really an issue with the party- If you're at a party on a boat, and you get sleepy, and you want to leave, YOU CANT. I should've took my book hehe.
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I'll be back (maybe)with a proper post.

Going public, to be honest, I have nothing to hide, so I'm going public with scribble,me.free. Posted a link to the other blog on fbk. I'm not going to publish my name on here. however, whoever stumbles across this blog and knows me, eez ok.

This might very well be a drink induced decision, but that's whatever...worst that could happen, I'd regret it in the morning.

Also, new audio post on Scribbles, fables......check it out. This one has a little bit more life in it.

I'm pretty sure I had other stuff to talk about..but alcohol wont let me remember it..so check out the new audio post and enjoy.

Adios amigos y amigas

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haha...friday night stupidity..enjoy....had a couple of drinks in me at this point..still do...anyway..i'll put up the words to A Dozen Long Stemmed Roses

A dozen long stemmed roses, hope they brighten up your day
A dozen long stemmed roses, there's no thanks you need to say
Really, it's okay
A dozen long stemmed roses, hope these 12 may bring a smile
A dozen long stemmed roses, even if you wont be mine
A dozen long stemmed roses, at work, I know they'll make you blush
And I hope to God your colleagues take the piss and tease and such
I know you'll be embarrassed, but I'll know you'll love em too
Because a dozen roses do, what a dozen roses do
I send a dozen roses just to send a dozen roses
I did it cause I wanted to, not for what I want you to
So a dozen long stemmed roses, really hope they bring you joy
A dozen, that's 12, or 2 sixes from the boy

Ciao!

I'm doing audio posts on the other blog now...i always wanted to be a radio personality hehe...and as you will see, I have a VERY long way to go

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I'm still trying to find my feet with this audio blogging thing. I'm very much a writer, not so much a talker, but I'm branching out, stepping out of my comfort zone.

However, the law of baby steps dictates that I do a few scripted pieces first, like this one, a short piece I wrote a couple of years back, I titled it poetic justice

Here are the words. Enjoy

its a massacre of poetic ambassadors
some call us masochists, holding ourselves back
"it's just our state of mind cuz we stays on our grind
keep trying to find a better way to do this thing called humanity"
but there's widespread insanity on the earth's very face
causing disillusionment, an illusion of despair
where nothing can be done here..
my own mind is my judge, jury and executioner
my execution of this life has been injustice
so it's justified for me to crucify me
just as if i were multiple personalities
in this crazy humanity...the vanity...it's my own insanity

I don't get it. Never did.
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I've been to a strip club once. A few years ago, when I was dating this girl, Paulette who happened to be a dancer (hey, just cause she dances go-go, it don't maker her a...). She asked me to come watch her dance one night, and although I was predisposed against it, I went because:

1. I was promised free entry and a private "dance".
2. My friend caught wind of it and made absolutely sure I went and took him along and
3. I had nothing better to do that night.

I have to admit I had fun that night, got Paulette a couple of drinks (that was my total expenditure on the night) and got "dragged" into a booth for...erm...well, lemme stop there.

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This is my beef with this whole establishment. Strip clubs are basically torture facilities. Dens pf iniquity, but even moreso of frustration. If I had been tasked with designing a room in hell, I would visit Stringfellows for inspiration. These places are generally filled with old, balding men who cannot get any play, but in their twisted logic have decided that the next best thing is to pay some woman to give them blue balls.

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It's perfectly ok if, say, a guy visits with his girlfried or significant other, they both get turned on and then go home and turn each other out. That's perfect. Or if a guy goes to get turned on knowing he has his woman waiting for a good lashing at home, it's still fine; although one could ask why she doesn't turn him on in herself.

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The thing is, a good number of the guys you see at strip clubs don't have someone with or waiting for them. All they have to look forward to is a good wank. So you have these guys, throwing money at (sometimes saggy old) women for the privilege of going home to the five fingered shuffle.

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I daresay they could get that for free. Just my opinion.

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sWeET DREAMS blogville

"yes I watch porn, you know you do too"

That's a quote from Miss Lowlah's latest post.

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I don't. No, it's not one of my rules. I don't do it for religious reasons and I have to stress that I don't think there's anything wrong with it or that there's a stigma of any sort attached to it. I just don't. I used to. A lot.

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I wrote previously about how I lost my virginity at 11. I was introduced to porn much earlier. I must have been about 9 approaching 10 the first time. The very first scene I watched was a German porn scene of a man wanking in front of a glass door while a naked girl teased him from the other side. It was a massive relief. I now knew what to do with the erections I'd been having since I was seven. Wank. And wank I did. Everyday, sometimes multiple times a day.

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And then came the sex, and I didn't have to wank anymore. But then one day she moved away, and I was left by myself to do the five finger shuffle once more. I didn't have sex for 6 years after her. Porn is what got me through those long, hard (pun intended) years.

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By the time I was 18, I had a library of the stuff on my laptop..as well as every trojan horse imaginable. I sometimes wouldn't sleep because I was so engrossed. I didn't even have to wank. I just wanted to watch and see pictures. At 16, I remember I memorised my dad's credit card number and..well, u can guess the rest.

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I was out of control. Addicted, some would say, but given the way it ended, I would say I was more intrigued than anything else. I had downloaded numerous scenes from Booty Talk (i think that's what it was called), many, many Jenna Jameson scenes and lots more.

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In February of 2004, while (like I do every year) racking my brains trying to figure out what I should give up for Lent(I've stopped trying), I decided, after a pretty long struggle, to give up porn. And I did. It was hard, very hard at first ( I kept telling myself that as soon as Easter had come and gone, I was gonna attack my laptop and find EVERY video ever made). But it got easier after awhile.

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Easter came and went. And I attacked. I had an 8 hour session that night (making up for lost time). The next day, I went back again, but something just didn't feel right this time. I just wasn't as excited as I usually was. It felt like a been there, done that scenario. I'd seen everything imaginable(to me at the time). Beastiality (woman getting peanut butter licked out of her by her german shepherd), midget porn etc etc.

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I deleted every last video from my laptop that night; after, of course, going through all my favorites to make sure they really didn't do it for me anymore. I haven't watched porn since.

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My male flatmate was saying the other day how he's surprised he hasn't found my porn stash. I told him it's because I dont have one. Now that I think about it, I wonder, has he been going through my stuff looking for porn? The cheek!

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So yeah, no porn for me. I just don't feel compelled to. My imagination is much wilder than anything that may ever have been videotaped. Ok, that may not be true (case in point: 2girls 1cup-aka-what is this world coming to?)

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I find that the suggestion or the promise of sex is much more of a turn on to me than the actual act. You might even have inferred that from the way I write about sex.

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This is not to say that I wouldnt watch porn. I don't turn away. I just don't go seeking it out. There's so much more to life, I simply don't have the time to give.

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sWeET DREAMS blogville.

I'm sitting here, thinking about my vodafone contract which doesn't expire until next February and I think, that's not too far away.

I mean, WTF?? I remember a time when 6 months, heck 3 weeks, felt like AGES. Now, it seems to me like no time at all. I find myself now starting to understand my parent when they would tell me in first year at Uni; "it'll be over before soon, before you know it". I'm sitting there thinking "4 years?!?! Soon??" I guess to my 17 year old mind it was roughly 25% of my entire life.

Now I look back at the time I ended up spending in higher education and 4 years seems like nothing. I guess the older we get, the faster time flies. Especially when you have responsibilities, like a job, a mortgage/rent, etc and you work 50-80% of the time. Time just seems to pass you by. I've been at my job 8 months now. Still feel like I started yesterday.

Therein lies the paradox.

I'm so old now that I feel young. I feel like the past 8 years were no time at all and as such I feel as if I'm still the kid I was 8 years ago. I'm aware I may not be making any sense right now, but that's how conflicted I feel.

This is why when my parents mention maritally minded relationships, the romantic old soul with me agrees with them and yearns for it, but the playful young boy resists...obviously he has powers of veto right now.

A wise man once said 30 is the new 20. And in this microwage age when the good old days don't really seem all that "old", he may well be right.

Except for 1 minor little thing.

Yesterday, I found myself looking in the mirror, pulling grey hairs out of my head. I'm flipping 24. It's not even like I let myself get stressed. The one consolation I have is the age old perception that it is a mark of wisdom.

And I do consider myself quite wise(Sharrap there! I said I'm wise) , beyond my years even. May not necessarily be conventional wisdom. I may "buck the trend" every so often, but there's often wisdom in my motives.

So I've come to the conclusion that I'm a grown kid, facing the world with sage-like wisdom and child-like innocence. And for that, the world is my oyster

If you haven't figured it out by now, I had absolutely nothing to say today. (I still have stories to tell, just no energy to tell them) so I thought I'd just write as the words came to me. Enjoy!

This one is about sex. Under the following circumstances, as things stand, I will not, under any circumstances, engage in sexual relations with a woman



I. There isn't a condom. It's not happening. I don't care what you say. I'm on the pill; I just got tested this morning, I have a diaphragm; What are you saying, I'm dirty?; But I'm dripping...I will make my apologies (mostly with my tongue on ur clit) but I will not be shoving my pencil into your sharpener. Sorry.



II. There is a smell. I don't even need to explain that one. Roc, you with me?



Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.*They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.*You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.* Dont google ur answers.*Make it as interesting and fun as you can.



1. What is your name: scribble,me.free

2. A four Letter Word: Shag (of course)

3. A boy's Name: Sebastian

4. A girl's Name: Sheridan

5. An occupation: Superstar

6. A color: Silver

7. Something you'll wear: Sòkòtò

9. A food: Singapore fried rice (mmmmm)

10. Something found in the bathroom: Shit

11. A place: Sri Lanka

12. A reason for being late: Sex (the early morning kind)

13. Something you'd shout: Show me the money!!

14. A movie title: Something About Mary

15. Something you drink: Sex on the Beach (ok, sex on the brain)

16. A musical group: Salt n Pepa

17. An animal: Scribbles

18. A street name: Stenbondale Ave

19. A type of car: Seat Ibiza

20. The title of a song: Sexy Can I?



And I'ma tag Bibi, Lady Koko, Miss Lowlah...erm juiceegal, TDVA..the rest of u tag yaselves

So it would seem I left quite a few people confused by yesterday's post. Understandable since I was a little under the influence of pink wine and purple haze. So I'll explain.

"I just got dumped"---Ok, maybe I was being a little melodramatic there. Girl I've been seeing; the one from the last few posts, she says she doesn't think we should see each other right now because she has too much going on. And I'm too much of a distraction. Normally, I would shrug something like this off as a "plenty of other fish in the sea" situation, but there's something different about this girl. I've been feeling pretty crap-like since yesterday.

So when Miss Keys called and said she wanted to come over, I thought "Great, at least when Karma deals me a blow she throws in a cushion to soften my fall".

She came over, we talked, we drank, we smoked (i haven't blazed in over 3 years), her boyfriend called and yelled at her about being at some "nex man's" house at 11pm. We talked about giving him something to really be mad about.

I woke up with a start. Looked at the time. 230am. *Shit, I think she missed the last bus...ah well*

I must have jerked and kicked her when I woke up. She got up a few seconds later from where she'd fallen asleep at the foot of the bed, looked at the time. "Fuck!"

(For those of you who keep talking about me "doing something silly", she was fully clothed, as was I, and we were on opposite ends of the bed. No kissing, touching or fondling had occured.)

Anyway, she tfl'd and found a route home. She'd promised she'd be home before daylight. I walked her to the bus stop, came back home, and typed yesterday's post. Then I went back to feeling sorry for myself.

Now that you're all up to speed...

WTF is up with this? I don't feel this way. EVER! Especially not after a week. A friggin week! There is a very unfamiliar throbbing in my chest. And no matter what I tell myself, it won't go away. I'm going to lunch with friends and putting on a brave face. Pretending to be ok. Smiling and laughing. When smiling and laughing is the last thing I want to do right now.

I know I said I'd fight, but I've done everything I can think of doing. I'm beginning to think it's a little ridiculous the way I'm going on. especially since, did I mention, it's only been a WEEK?? Lord, I hope this is just an infatuation, me wanting something simply because I can't have it... because if it's something more....I...

Drastic measures needs be taken

Edit: When I say a week, I mean I've known her a week.

Text message. I didn't recognise the number. So I called back.

Who's this?

It's Miss Keys. What are you doing tonight?

Nothing much. Why?

I need to get out the house.

Where do you wanna go?

I dont care, I just need to get out

How about Lil' man? (Her son).

He's fine. My brother's gonna watch him.

I paused a second, then. Do you wanna come here then?

Ok, I'll let you know when I'm leaving.

Ok, bring a drink. And a spliff if you have one lying around. I needed my mind altered. I just got dumped.

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...well, a text message really. But it had the same effect.

Its over before it even begun.

Got me thinking Karma is at work again. Lord knows I deserve it. I've been on the other side twice this year already. It only makes sense that it would happen to me. It's probably for the best even.

Now, I don't have to worry about hurting her. I don't have to debate within myself whether I'm worthy of her. Life already decided. I am not. I will seek comfort and solace in the veracity of that proclamation. This was for the best.

Another side of me wants to fight. I deserve what I fight for, dammit! Fuck that "if you love something, let it go" nonsense. Life gives you what you take from it. Nothing more.

And if I fight and lose, at least I'd have fought. I'll know for sure that it wasn't to be. I'll know for sure that I didn't deserve her.

She said it was impractical. If impossible is nothing, then impractical is less.

So, I think I'll fight. Yes, I'll fight. And when I emerge on the other side, bruised, battered and bloody, I'll have the prize...or an unequivocal knowledge that it was never going to be mine.

...about the way she looks at me. I melt under her gaze. My heart does little flips, delirious from sheer delight.

My body tingles, my mind blanks. And my fingers create the words because my brain can dwell on nothing but her.

Watching her walk away after that goodnight kiss, bittersweet. Like liquorice. Her walk, confident and determined. I love the walk, hate the direction, bittersweet. Like liquorice.

The kiss itself, soft, sweet. Lips met lips for no longer than a second. But like a reminiscent dream come true I still feel lips, her lips on mine. I fear to speak for I would hate to lose the sensation. No LL tongue tricks for her lips must remain on mine.

I said I melt under her gaze. Any arrogance that lurks is gone. I am made bare under her stare. All forms of pretence evaporated. And I am naked before her. Will she take me as I am? The doubt returns. Am I worthy of her?

The same eyes that strip me clothe me. Arrogance discarded for assurance. The same gaze that melts me, warms me. Comforts me. I know that she accepts me. Bare and faulted as I am.

But where will this lead?

Again, time will tell

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Botany, plant science(n), phytology, or plant biology is a branch of biology and is the scientific study of plant life and development. Botany covers a wide range of scientific disciplines that study plants, algae, and fungi including: PSYCHE!! Haha you know i'm not really gunna talk about botany.That one was for Mocha

There's quite a few things I do want to talk about. I have, however, forgotten every single one of them..lemme see, let me remember.


Right, numero uno! My mother called me on Sunday evening to say "Happy Resurrection Sunday" and to ask me why I hadn't called her to wish her the same. My response; Easter is tomorrow mom. Her; No, Easter is today, Jesus rose on Sunday....No, mom, if Jesus was buried on the evening of Good Friday, and was resurrected 3 days later, there's NO WAY it could have been Sunday.


Let's just say she wasn't too happy with my logical approach. Hehe



Second; bumight!

You don't know the half of it, my dear. Exhibits A and B:

• I regularly find a relatively quiet spot, when out clubbing, to sit down, pull out my blackberry and type up some poetry, a blog post, etc.


• The last time I went to a club, I mistakenly took a really captivating book that I'd been reading all day and hadn't been able to put down. I got bored of the scene, grabbed a chair by the bar and started reading. Best. club night. ever! I'm going to make that a regular thing

The most popular question I get asked these days, especially by my female friends, is

"*Gasp*, Scribbles, how come you dont have a girlfriend?". They ask it with a baffled and wowed expression on their faces. I'm like; I dunno, I guess I haven't found the right girl yet. Then they go, Oh I have the perfect girl for you, what kind of girls do you like. I'm thinking, Right, Ok, you probably don't, but I don't mind playing along, who knows. She's never the perfect girl for me.


My flatmate, the female one, has a certain aversion to clothes. She can be regularly caught casually skulking about the house in nothing but a towel. A couple nights ago, it was just a t-shirt. I asked her; Do you hate clothes. She goes; Yes, why should I have to wear clothes in my own house? I'm like, maybe because you have a vagina and you live with two guys? She isnt convinced. It's ok, I'm not attracted to her. She's not my type. I can't speak for my other flatmate though. Ah well, if yawa gas, I'll be sure to let y'all know

Sir Scribbles II of The Royal Scribbles...is not me. Just thought I'd clear that up. I haven't changed my moniker. I'm still scribble,me.free. I came across his blog after he commented on one of juiceegal's posts.


Finally, I went to a gospel poetry event last night, and was inspired out of my mind. It was a fantastic night with gifted poets, lovely atmosphere and beautiful company.


Oh right, before I forget, I was tagged in the One Word Meme by Abeni. Might as well do it now.


Ok, I just copied and pasted the questions and it was all jumbled up. Laziness, while being a bastardly bugger, is my faithful companion right now. So I'll do it later.

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I find myself completely enamored by her. Practice my smooth smile a million times over before I see her and then she shows up and smiles at me. I lose control of my facial muscles and the goofiest smile spreads accross my face.

She's my age, a few days older, yet she doesn't look a day over 18. Unless, of course, you look into her eyes. Her years are in her eyes. And it's evident in her demeanor. Wisdom pervades her being. Conversations so irresistably engaging, hopelessly enveloping me in her essence.

I met her at church. And to me, she is the total epitome to the virtuous woman. God gave a king a vision of her, that king picked up a pen, and wrote Proverbs 31.

I ask myself, do I deserve her? I doubt myself, tongue tied in her company. Smooth is distant from me. I am taken by her. But do I deserve her?

She motivates me, she inspires me. Her grace ignites a passion in my spirit. Her elegance disturbs the beehive that must have attached itself to my abdomen. Bees, not butterflies.

I was attracted to her before I even knew her. Before I ever saw her.

But still I barely know her. So, I question. Will she be another fleeting attraction? Another chemical reaction? Temporal in nature? Boring in a few weeks?

All remains to be seen.

I should preface this post by saying I was drunk when I wrote it, however, when I sobered up and read it, I thot it was hilarious. Also, there is SOME truth in there. THIS IS MY COMEBACK POST. I'M ALLOWED TO BE IDIOTIC!

Nice guys are the biggest assholes you will ever have the displeasure of meeting.

I used to be a nice guy, and here are a few reasons the proverbial asshole is much better for a womans sanity.

1. The asshole will use you and then be an asshole about it. You might feel bad about it for awhile. But you will also have the pleasure of hating him. It will make getting over it easier. And the you can move on with your life.

A nice guy, on the other hand, will continue to be nice to you. He will lead you on because he doesn't have the 'heart' to break up with you. Eventually, when you are seriously emotionally invested, he will get freaked and run. Leaving you wondering what YOU did to chase him away. You think, "he was such a great guy, so something must be wrong with me". The healing process in this situation is a lot more difficult and dragged out because now you have to figure out what you need to forgive urself for (oft times nothing). This can wreak havoc on your mental health.

2. If a guy who knows you like him is extra nice to you sometimes and distant at others, HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU! Here are a few common misconceptions:

But he's so nice to me: rookie mistake. He's nice because he's a 'nice guy' and wants to spare your feelings. Your heart will end up broken. Run!

But he shows me all this attention every now and then. He knows all my favourite things and does them to make me happy: he's trying to distract you from the fact that he's not interested in you. Not only will this result in dragging out your hurt, but these things he does will make you like him even more and when he inevitably stops calling, your heart will end up broken. Run!

He hasn't tried to have sex with me because he 'respects me': now that's bullshit to power of horse manure. If a man is attracted to you, he will try it and push it as far as you let him. Since I'm fluent in the language. Let me translate:

- I think we should wait to have sex. Sex complicates things and I respect you too much to have it damage our relationship.

Translated: I really don't see myself with you. I'm hoping you get the hint, but in case you don't, I won't initiate sex with you and will even resist to a degree so that when it doesn't work out you won't label me a user/asshole, and even though you're heartbroken, it won't be my fault. Heartbreak is inevitable. Run!

An asshole on the other hand, if he's not into you, will treat you like shit. Sure it'll hurt for a while. But then you can hate him and get over it. You'll think "he was a pig. He wasn't really worth my time" and the healing can begin.

Consistently nice guys are chauvinists who believe that the 'fairer sex' can't handle being turned down.

now, I hope I've made a good enough case for steering clear of nice guys. They are the devil.

Ideally, date a guy who treats you well (not nice) and is genuinely interested in you. (He has to have stated this in no unclear terms). But until you find that knight in shining armor, if you must date, date the people that in the end will give you a reason to hate them. It makes it easier to let go.

This has been another installment of Total BS brought to by Scribbles of The Bachelor's Conundrum.

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First off, I'm going to have to say Thank You. All of you. For your concern, your emails, comments, bbms, feedback, and for understanding.

Audit. That's what my short hiatus was. An assessment of my current state. I had contemplated leaving the posts concerning this audit up for all to see when I came back. But you don't need to see all that craziness. So I'll give you the cliff notes. Here are some things I considered while I was away:

• shutting down the blog completely. I can't do that. I love writing too much and I love blogville even more. I can't leave you guys.
• giving up sex. Ha! I actually considered this seriously for a full minute before I started cracking up. It's not going to happen any time soon.
• a complete blog 180. A fresh start. Delete all my old posts. Only talk about philosophical, and religious matters. But then that wouldn't be a true representation of myself. I will continue to be Scribbles, sans a bit of the graphic content. Which brings me to...
• cutting down on the sex posts. That I'm going to do. No more "sex stories". I mean, if sex is involved in a story, fine. But I will no longer tell my stories simply for the purpose of feeding blogvilles sexual appetite. As much as I love you guys, continuing to do that, especially as I have trouble keeping blogville and real life separate, will have a severely detrimental effect on my life, and especially my relationship with God.
• speaking of God, I talked to him today for the first time in a very long time. I feel at peace now.
• The conclusion, while I may still be zig-zagging along The Way, I've decided I don't want to lead anyone away from it.

I've had conversations with a few people in the past week that have helped me along this path. To those people, I am eternally grateful.

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got down on my knees this morning and said a prayer for my enemies
this is what it said:

Lord, please let them have tools to wage war against me
Let them have enough in their eyes to destroy me
Let them be mighty, let them be strong
Let them be fearless and bold
Let them be resourceful, let them be powerful
Yes Lord, let them have the tools to wage war against me
Because Lord, You see, the thing is
When push comes to shove,
They gotta deal with You...
And that just ain't fair

Amen.

....was a short prayer hehe

i'm a good man
...it dont mean im a saint
it dont mean im perfect, im not...im flawed
filled with imperfections, so dont look at me in awe
i'm just lyk u, a reflection, of rejection...or reception
depends who you ask
i've hurt many, i may hurt you
dont take it personal, i been hurt too
but thatz no excuse..
i've sinned, i've lied, i've cheated, been tried
denied when caught, renounced my thoughts
repented, backslid, i've run, i've hid
got into trouble plenty, got my hands dirty
gone to church and tried to change
came home and did it again
but i will lay down my life for my friends
i will take a bullet for my family, for the ones i love
i will try to make everyday count
make someones day, everyday
i will try to make you happy
sometimes i'll fail, sometimesi'll succeed
sometimes i'll just come up short
and sometimes i'll blow your mind
other times i'll be just enough
but everytime, i'll try, everytime
cuz see i'm a good man...but that dont mean im a saint

...for a little while at least. As of 10pm today, and unfortunately, I wont be taking any of you lovely people with me.

I'm having something of a 'crisis of faith'. In reverse.

I spent this easter weekend in sombre reflection better known as 'bed' and I've come to the conclusion that quite a few things need to be re-evaluated in my life; these dont' require an audience. In the meantime, I'll be posting some of my old, and some new, poetry on my other blog.

I don't know how long I'll be gone for, or whether I'll emerge from this a different Scribbles, but I do know that I'll miss all of you muchly. As Temite would say, you are the only cream cheese on my bagel. So I'll be back. Try not to miss me too much.

I love you guys.

It's Good Friday...and once again Reflection catches up to me. But today he brings with him my other friends Thankfulness and Humility. Arrogance doesn't like Humility, Vanity hates her, the twins are jealous of her, but they all respect her, so they bow out. They'll meet up with me later.

We decide to go visit my old friend Poetry. Haven't seen him in a while. I've become really close to his sister Words, and I guess he felt there was no room for him in our friendship. But today we all got together, our mind on the Cross, and the Spirit upon us. And with pen in hand, and Thankfulness taking the lead, we write:


Lord I look upon this day and remember price paid
Stone rolled accross grave, great sacrifice laid
I'm reminded of my life and my strength and my breath
And I'm thankful for your love, and your grace, and your death
I'm thankful cause it's friday, and I'm thankful for the Cross
I'm thankful for 3 days is all it took to show Hades who's boss (lol)
I'm thankful I can write, and although it might seem silly
And some people might not appreciate that I'm thankful for a working willy.
I'm thankful for the bloggers and this new world I'm a part of
I'm thankful for inspiration, even though it was slow for starters
I'm thankful for the comments and I'm thankful for the love
I'm thankful for the banter, even those trying to marry me off (all weapons fashioned against me shall not prosper)
But most of all, Sweet Jesus, I'm thankful for today
And even though I side step it, I'm thankful for The Way.
Thank You Lord.

Not one of my more intricate pieces, but it gets the message accross.


Finally, here's a lesson in estate planning. (Joke)

When a young investment banker found out that he was going to inherit a fortune after his sick father died, he decided that he'd look for a woman to enjoy it with. So one evening he went off to a singles bar, where he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

'I may look like an ordinary man', the banker said. 'But in a week or two, when my father dies, I'll inherit $40m. Impressed, the woman went home with the young heir that evening. Three days later she became his stepmother.

How strong are you? She asked me.
Strong enough. Why?
I want to try something ...different.

We were laying in the after glow now. I reckon blogville wants to hear the full story.

She walked in and took her coat off...

She threw it on the couch and bent over to turn on her stereo, just as I turned around from locking her front door. Her skirt was scandalous. I don enter am today. She walked back up to me and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me. Soft, sensual, but at the same time deep, hungry. She pulled my t shirt over my head. She was intent on getting me undressed this time.

I pushed back on her, pinning her to the wall and hiked up her skirt. *Did this girl ever wear underwear?* My flatmate might be home soon. Let's take this to the bed room. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I hurriedly stripped off the rest of her clothes.

I skipped her breasts this time, her nectar was already flowing freely and I was thirsty. Mmm, it's not fair, I'm totally naked and you're still wearing your jeans. I took them off. And your boxers? She tugged at them I pulled those off too and returned to my work. I buried my head in her wetness, my right palm putting light pressure on her pelvis, right above the clit, my left hand teasing her nipples. Her breathing was fast, strained, and she was a yeller. I liked that.

My tongue probed her clit, light flicks interrupted by direct pressure; soft kisses and gentle sucking, exploring deeper within her; her pronunciations were becoming progressively less intelligible. I looked up to see her eyes closed, head thrown back, both hands had a deathly grip on the headboard. I smiled inwardly. Then my eyes caught a picture frame. The picture was of them. Her and the boyfriend.

I stopped short. We shouldn't be doing this.
What?
I got up, paced the room and proceeded to give her a lecture (HEEDIOT!!). You have a boyfriend, this doesnt feel right. And we're friends. I don't want this to ruin the dynamic of our friendship..blah, blah.

I stopped when I noticed her eyes were following me, a glazed over look on her face. She wasn't listening to a word. I traced the path of her eyes. Mini-scribbles was rock hard and at attention. Ready for duty.

Me and him are not together anymore. I can't be with someone who hurts me this much. There is nothing to feel guilty about. We both have needs.Even as she spoke, her voice a soft purr, she took me in her hand. Let's just enjoy this. She worked her hand up and down the shaft.

Omo, body no be firewood.

I attacked her with a ferocity and intensity I wasnt even aware I possessed. We fell back into bed and I took her. Animalistic copulation ensued.

When we both came, she asked me to stay inside her. It's better that way. She was right. Her spasms caused me to spasm, which in turn...u get the gist.

And as we lay in the afterglow...

How strong are you?
Strong enough. Why?
I want to try something ...different. Have you ever done the 69, vertically?
Um, no.
Me either. She said with that predatory grin on her face.

I visited my friend's church the other day and the preacher said something that resonated with me. He said:

"When a farmer plants a seed, at harvest time, he doesn't expect to get the same seed back"
As soon as I heard that, I had a revelation on harvest which I want to share. It's true that when you plant say a seed of corn, you don't expect back that one seed of corn, you don't expect two, or even three. You expect a great deal to come out of that one seed (at least a hundred-fold).
What would happen if we took that farmer's attitude and applied it to our finances; looked at every investment as a "seed", and every return as a "harvest". I believe we have become too mathematical and methodical when dealing with finance and investments, only applying Bible principles on the surface quoting "My God shall supply all my needs according to his riches in glory" and "...see if I will not open up the gates of heaven and pour out a blessing...". That's fine as a start, but we really need to begin to look at our finances in terms of farming.

We are IN this world but not of it, this means we are not governed by logical and mathematical rules. Here are a couple of bible passages that got me really excited on the topic of harvest:
Leviticus 26 v 10: You will still be eating last year's harvest when you will have to move it out to make room for the new.

Deuteronomy 16 v 15: For the LORD your God will bless you in all your harvest and in all the work of your hands, and your joy will be complete.

Galatians 6 v 7 says "Whatsoever a man sows, so shall he reap". It's important to understand that this means we shall reap in KIND, NOT in QUANTITY. This simple principle of harvest is based on 3 basic principles:-faith-works (working the faith)-and patienceand is further divided into 7 steps towards receiving your harvest. (outlined below)

1. SOW THE SEED: It sounds obvious, but it needs to be stressed that you cannot as a Christian reap where you did not sow. The Word calls it sin, the world calls it fraud. We need to be willing to invest something, whether it be money, time, an idea or whatever. We need to be willing to step out in faith .

2. TILL THE GROUND: If you are investing/sowing in a business or an idea, then you need to do what you can to make success possible; if you are investing in stocks then research the company to ensure it is a wise investment. Proverbs says in many places that there is no reward or harvest for the lazy man. So we need to work towards our harvest.

3. BE EXPECTANT: When the farmer sows the seed, he expects to get a harvest. He expects that in 3 months time or however long the cycle is, he will be "reaping where he sowed". And like I said before, he is not expecting to reap just a seed or a few seeds of corn; he is expecting a field. This is the part that struck me as most powerful. Applying this principle means that when we invest our finances in anything, we should (a) EXPECT a return, and (b) expect that return to be an EXPONENTIAL of our initial investment or "seed" money. That's powerful stuff if you speak it in faith over your life.

4. BE PATIENT: The preacher who spoke at the first sermon I heard in 2008 said this: "imitate those [people in the bible] who through FAITH AND PATIENCE inherit the promises of God". Patience is an intrinsic part to receiving your harvest. When the farmer sows the seed, it goes through a certain cycle and takes a certain amount of time based on weather and soil conditions before it is finally ready for harvest. The same way, when we invest, whether it's in business or whether it's our tithes and offerings, we need to be patient and wait for God's cycle to be complete. That might mean we aren't ready at the time and He needs to ready our hearts to receive the harvest he has in store for us.

5. READY YOURSELF: Just like the farmer needs to be ready to go out and collect the harvest when it's ready, we also need to be spiritually and physically ready to collect our blessings, harvests and returns so that we don't miss it.

6. HARVEST: This needs to be done at the right time so as to ensure the crop doesn't wither and die. We need to recognize when the harvest is ready. For example, when a stock is at its peak, before it drops off.

7. SOW: Again. Of our harvest, there is a certain measure that needs to be re-invested to yield another harvest. We are all familiar with the verse in Malachi that says "Bring ye all the tithe into the storehouse..." (a tenth off ALL your increase). That should be a model for how we handle ALL our investments, constantly re-investing a share of our profits or increase in Gods house first and subsequently into highly lucrative financial endeavors.

To conclude, I believe that if we were to adopt a farmer mentality and apply that to our finances, constantly trusting and believing God and staying faithful and devoted to Him, then we will truly inherit His numerous promises and experience abundant harvest. Amen.

*Dedicated to Repressed One. All this one na ur fault o!*

I'm having one of those days, few and far between, when Morality creeps in, let in by those traitors Reflection and Self Criticism. In my sleep they bound me, so I can't leave. And emboldened by the presence of his 3 compadres, Conscience starts to speak. Louder than usual.

We've brought you here today because you have a problem. And it's affecting all of us. Morality especially. Just look at him. Where did I go wrong? Awon ore e oni ise ku se yen(Those irresponsible children you call friends) have corrupted you. His voice is sombre and accusing. Preachy. He weaves his sermon expertly, exquisitely. He has had plenty of time to script it.

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it. He quotes scripture with ease and eloquence. But you have departed my son. I am not his son. He is not my father. I am quickly getting fed up of his self-righteous condescending demeanor. I need to get out of here.

Like the prodigal son, you have gone away from home. Oh dear not the prodigal son analogy again. And you have squandered your inheritance on riotous living. I look at Reflection as if to ask "What inheritance?". His head is bowed like he is deep in thought. I can tell he is just avoiding my gaze. Traitor.

So I look over at Self-Criticism. She has no problem meeting my eyes. Her look is one of stern judgement. There's a knock on the door. She holds my gaze as she walks over to the door and opens it.

In walks Guilt with that self-gratifying smirk on his face. He's taunting me. I hate him.

Listen! Self-Criticism all but yells at me.

...and you have shamed this body. Do you not know that it is a temple? Blah blah blah, it's the same story everytime. I've heard it all before. Still, it's very valid. Shit, he's right. I really need to pull myself together. Conscience is getting bolder now.

What would your family say if they saw the way you lived? What would your mother think?

I'm sorry. I can change. I promis....

CRASH!

The door bursts open. Arrogance saunters in, that unruly gait and half cocked smile I've come to love. He looks Self-Criticism in the eye. Not today bitch, we've come for our boy. Vanity follows close behind him. He's been at the gym all day. He is looking "hench" these days. He picks up Guilt, throws him over his shoulder, and walks out. He throws him off the balcony.

I smiled. I should have known my boys wouldnt desert me. But by this time I was ambivalent. Conscience was right. I wasn't living my life right.

And then Smooth glided in, shoulder to shoulder with her twin, Seduction. One pulled up a chair in front of me (I think it was Seduction [she's the one that loves eye contact]- I could never tell them apart). She took my hand, and they spoke. They always spoke in unison. A little freaky really, but they always knew exactly what to say.

With Smooth's fingers effortlessly undoing the knots that bound me and Vanity and Arrogance keeping my captors at bay (Reflection was lost in thought, again...Morality too battered and bloody to put up a fight), the twins reassured me.

I know you love God, but you are young. You are full of life. You should share that life with those around you. We dont advocate broken hearts, and I'm sure that's not your intention. You are only living your life the way that comes naturally. No es problema, vive tu vida.(There's no problem, live your life)

They spoke in Spanglish sometimes, Seduction sometimes opted for German though. I was convinced. But then they were always persuasive. I wondered if I could ever defy these girls. I got up and shook off the rope.

Arrogance joined us, Vanity in tow. Now that that craziness is over, let's go find some fun. How about calling Sin up? Her body was sex, remember? I giggled, he always made me laugh. I thought he was a little phony, and maybe slightly unintelligent, but he was funny, so I kept him around.

As we walked out of the room, Conscience piped up. Dont go! You know I'm right. But as I turned to look back, the twins snaked their arms around my waist, and whispered in my ear "Vamanos"(Let's go).

You may have got him this time, but he will be ours eventually you know. He will repent! The girls looked back, a playful look on their faces.

We know big brother. Just not today, no ahora.


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We had been friends for over a year...and in the months leading up to this we had become best friends. Or so I thought.

We met on the second day of freshers week. I always missed the first days of these things. I needed to do my registration and my doting mother, the kind but overbearing woman that she is, insisted on coming with me. It was while we stood in line waiting for our number to be called that dear mom struck up a conversation with Ugochi.

I had looked over, she was kinda cute, but I wasnt about to start chatting her up in front of mom, so I allowed it. Mom had other ideas. She chatted her up for me, told her to give me her number and marched off. We still laugh about that day.

We were nothing more than acquaintances in first year, I was attracted to her, but she had a boyfriend (the girlfriend stealing Scribbles wasn't born yet). She read some of my poetry and would tell me how her flatmate/cousin was crushing on me because she loved the way I wrote (she was cute, but she also had a boyfriend). It was cool. I couldn't afford them anyway. They were high maintenance. I was a lowly student and even if I wasn't I'm not the type to impress a woman with money. Scribbles isn't one of awon gbogbo bigz boys you see. The boyfriends were.

In second year, we begun to hang out a little more...well much more. I was her closest friend at Uni and she started to confide in me. She suspected her boyfriend was cheating on her. I was there for her. I would offer her my shoulder to cry on. It never occured to me she might want more than that.

Then one day chatting on msn, flirting shamelessly (and harmlessly I thought) as we always did, she sent me a picture of her magnificent legs. So I sent her a picture of my butt. Then she sent me a picture of her top half, topless, an arm draped lazily over her breasts. Oh. I decided to come to the conclusion(oh crap she's calling me...brb..ok ..where was I? oh right) that she was just fooling around.

I went to visit her the next day, she was in one of her mildly hysterical states, she had found more proof that he was cheating and he was doing it with reckless abandon.

We sat and watched tv in silence for awhile. She flipped through the music channels. Head on my chest, her tears soaking into my shirt. Minutes later, she raised her head, her face levelled with mine, and she kissed me.

She had thick, kissable lips and after I indulged for a few seconds, I was able to pull away. And the excuses started to roll off my tongue.

We shouldn't be doing this. You have a boyfriend, we're friends. You're vulnerable and I dont want to take advatage of you.

You're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I want you. She kissed me again. I kissed her back this time. Hard. She was sexy and from what she had told me, a freak. I took her clothes off, one item at a time, and surveyed her body, expertly, with recklessly placed kisses and strategically placed bites.

As I teased her nipples with my tongue, my lips, my teeth, my fingers slid under the waistband of her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I slid one finger inside her, she moaned. Her skirt quickly came off and my lips joined my fingers. Her moans were deeper and more drawn out now.

I kept my tongue circling her clit, intermittently slippping deep within her, soft strokes. She was moaning louder, gasping, thrashing around, grinding into my face....I kept at it till the last wave had hit her. And then I stopped.

I sat with her for a couple of minutes, she was quiet. Michael Jackson sang "do you remember the time....". She giggled.
You're not allowed to ever sing this song to me.
Haha, I hear ya.

More silence. After a few minutes..

I should go.
What?
It's getting late, I'm going to miss the last train, I should go.
Oh...ok

And I left.

I ran into her the next day at Uni. We talked for awhile like nothing happened. Then..
Can you walk me home?
Erm, I guess

We walked in silence until..
Why did you leave in such a hurry last night?
Err, I was going to miss the train.
You could have spent the night you know.
I didnt think you wanted me to...I thought maybe last night was a mistake
No, I told you I wanted you. I was aching for chrissakes, and you just left me.
I chuckled, I'm sorry about that. Maybe I'll make it up to you today?
You had better.

I held the door open for her. She walked in and took her coat off...

MDD aka Mu'fuggin Dead Dog n.


check out the definition of that at Urban Dictionary proposed by Yours Truly. :)

And you guys thought I was bad. Meet MDD...my brother from another mother. He lives in Nig at the moment. Just graduated from LAG.

His back story: we went to high school together. he could safely be described as a "bolo" back then. After high school, I went to the US and he stayed put. I went to visit a year and a half later and dude was running things. A smoking hot girlfriend, a drop dead gorgeous piece on the side and pretty much a choice of whatever girl he wanted in LAG.

Mehn, I was jealous o! Me I was still managing one girl at the time. Casual, but since I still knew nothing about talking to chicks, it was all I was getting. I wanted to stay in gidi and learn under his tutelage. But gats to go back to school, so I left. That was January 2004

Since then I hadn't been back to Nig and finally went December '08, nearly 5 years later. The day I met up with MDD, he was like a crack addict suffering from withdrawals, furiously dialling, calling his boys trying to get a girls number, any girl, just to call her...and maybe arrange something. You see, it turns out MDD had bitten off a little more than he should have. He had by then, slept with pretty much every girl in Lag(well the ones that he was interested in). And those he hadn't knew enough of his story to stay far, far away from him. So obviously, he wasnt going to be able to hook me up with any "shigs" as he had so eloquently promised. Good thing I'd made my own arrangements.

Hanging out with him that day was nothing short of amusing. He finally got some chicks number from our other friend, Teejay. Her name was Nnena. He called her, totally out of the blue, she was at work, he arranged to meet her after work. She agreed. (I should point out that MDD is a very smooth operator, he is also the funniest man I know, so I wasnt surprised she was willing). She was on the island. We were in Yaba, but it was still a couple of hours before closing time so we chilled.

I borrowed MDD's car and went to visit my friend TDVA. I say 'visit', I mean seduce. It didnt work that day...well, it might've but for extenuating circumstances. She had a trip to prepare for and about 10minutes in MDD was blowing up my phone.

Where are you? We have to go, you know what traffic getting to the island is like.

So I hugged the deliciously sexy TDVA (and her double dees) adieu, under the watchful, menacing eyes of her brothers and me and MDD drove the roughly 30mins to the island(he did it in about 20--i forgot what a menace young nigerians were on the road). There was no traffic, so we were early. We sat to wait.

About 5 minutes in, a girl walked past the car; we didnt see her face, but MDD was very impressed with her booty. Booty is about 20% for me, if she doesnt have a pretty face....well, I wont say. But she had a nice ass, and a pretty average walk. A few minutes later she walked back past us. She had just gone to a kiosk to buy some gum. I saw her face this time. She was beautiful.

Do you think that's her? MDD was excited now

I dunno, maybe. Call her.

So he did, looking back at her the whole time. She picked up. His end of the conversation is what I heard but I imagine it went something like this.

Hey.

Hi, are you here?

I think you just walked right past me. You're wearing a shirt and black trousers right?

Yea, did you see me?

Yes I'm in the blue 307.

She walked up to the car smiled at us. She had a gorgeous, confident smile, with tiny dimples. I was impressed, I might just move in. After some initial hesitation, she got in the car and we went to a looking for a place to eat.

Over the course of the evening, I learned several things.

• She had a boyfriend, who knew she was out with us. He obviously didnt know what he was doing


• She had also, even though she had never stepped foot in Lag, heard about MDD. She knew his story well. Two of her friends had fallen to his charms.


• I'm not averse to stealing a girl who my best friend is interested in if she shows an interest in me


• Neither is he


• MDD is very selective about the women he dates, as am I.


• 9ja food at a posh restaurant is f**king expensive


• If I went to live in Nig today, Nnena would be my girlfriend...unless TDVA's available of course.

MDD is planning on coming to England for his masters this year. I cant wait. Me, him, and PhatAl...three musketeers, reunited. Taking the United Kingdom by storm.

BEST CONDOM COMMERCIAL EVER!!!

*I remember high school, I had a crush on this one girl(Grace) for 3 full years (initially mentioned in Honest Scrap post), maybe more, I was never able to pluck up the courage to speak to her. 3 YEARS!! Well, sorta. She even flirted with me once in JS2

I like your hair, it's really soft. She touched my head

I blushed, said Thank you, and turned away. If that was me today, hmm..lets just thank God it wasn't

*Even my first year at Ann Arbor College, this girl asked me to "braid her hair"(the one I got naked from my 2truths and a lie post).
I hesitated, I dont know how.

She said, You can learn on me

I somehow chickened out sha. If that was me today,she woulda been sportin' jagged cornrows the next morning...and a limp.

I'm the guy who turned down sex with a beautiful woman because I perceived her as a "good girl" and I didnt want to disrespect her by taking what was offered. I was thinking, "She's a great girl, wifey material." She never spoke to me again. I think that's what changed me.

The guy who, at 16, didnt know what to do with a girlfriend. All we did was hold hands. The guy who had his first real kiss at age 20.

In high school, I was what you might consider a geek. I still am to a certain degree. I was never part of a 'crew' but I did have four close friends;

• MDD; he's my oldest male friend. Not very wise to the ways of the world. He was in his own video game playing, Man U supporting world. He wised up quick tho, even before me.


• PhatAl; poor guy was the new guy in JS3, so he got stuck with the geeks, us.


• Stan; massive Eminem fan, i'm actually no longer in touch with him. I hope he's doing well.

We were in our own world, oblivious to anything that occured outside our little circle.

MDD, the bastard(he gets a proper intro 2moro), was the one who leaked the secret of my 3 year crush to the entire school. Funny thing, Grace's best friend was also a friend of mine. Her advice, go talk to her. My response, well I didnt really respond, I was quaking in my loafers. Ah well, what could have been.

Since I left high school, emboldened by the protection of distance, a few girls have come forward and declared they had a crush on me, including a girl I sat next to for a year, and another girl I considered one of the high school 'elite'. Thinking back on it now, she made it pretty obvious; brushing her unmentionable bits against me when she walked past, standing quietly next to me at random moments. This girl was hot, debatably the hottest in our set. Yet, idiot teenage Scribbles was oblivious to it all, eyes only for Grace. More missed opportunities.

I guess I spent my shy years observing, learning (they used to call me 'The Sponge') and when my confidence picked up...well.... I dont know how it happened, but I became the Scribbles you know and love. Thing is, I dont really consider myself smooth, or suave (although I have been described as such). I just try to be myself no matter the situation, while at the same time working to improve that self.

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So, I've had a few requests for Scribbles Massages. These come in two varieties. There's the E-massage, and the more popular Scribbles Orgasmic Massage Experience (S.O.M.E™). Both are completely free for a limited time, but the S.O.M.E ™operates under a few house rules.

1. My bed is my place of work...it's where these magic fingers come to life...and it's the only place I give massages.
2. NO clothes are to be worn during the S.O.M.E.™ as they will create a hindrance and will keep you from experiencing the S.O.M.E™ in its complete glory.
   
3. Appointments should ideally be made 7 days in advance. We do, however, take walk ins if the tension has become unbearable, or the subject is dressed in suitable attire.
4. The S.O.M.E.™ will involve the use of fingers, palms, lips, knuckles and tongue, but NOT cock. Unless expressly requested. (You can 'create your own' S.O.M.E™ by adding or removing any of these components as you see fit)
5. Relax. Nothing happens in the S.O.M.E.™ without your express consent.
6. What happens in the S.O.M.E.™...you're free to go out and tell your girlfriends.
7. S.O.M.E.™ is only open to females over the age of 18.

Now that we've set the ground rules, what are you waiting for? COME GET S.O.M.E.™!!

p.s. did you guys know that Sexkitten's blog goes all the way back to April 2004...and she pretty much updates daily? I will NEVER be bored again!!

• Mehn, you pple like your sex. I wasnt going to do a third part to this. Was going to leave it as it was...but hey, it's friday, the words came, so I figured, "what the heck!" I'll give you what you want. This is where it ends...well, for blogville at least.
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I like whipped cream on my muffins you see. I joked.

Hahaha, wait! I don't want to be sticky down there.

Babe, you're already sticky down there. She giggled. But don't worry, I'm going to eat up every....last...bit.

I kissed her neck, not her lips. She didn't want to kiss me. This was about need, not intimacy. There was no romance here; just nature. My lips found the soft flesh in the dip of her collarbone. The shudders told me this was her spot...I lingered for a few seconds and moved on to my twin playthings, i took the time to appreciate them in full, focusing on the skin around the nipples; they only got the pleasure of warm breath, a light flick of the tongue, a quick nibble...I wanted to watch her squirm.

I moved lower, torturously close to her now free-flowing well...handed her the whipped cream.

Shake this for me please.

Oh, okay. I watched her shake it. Her form was perfect.

I was licking up her juices now, skirting around the edges, soft bites to her thigh, brushed my lower lip against her clit...lightly.

She whispered something I didn't understand.

Was that Swahili? (Did I mention she was Gambian?)

Did I say you could talk? Feisty. I liked.

She raised her hips off the bed...and shoved it in my face; obviously she'd had enough of this nonsense. I chuckled. She frowned, handed me the whipped cream.

I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as the Cunning Linguist began his very own vagina monologue.

Edit: Text exchange with Sin a few minutes ago

You're Gambian right?

Y? Do i look gambian2u?

Lol. I thot you said you were part ugandan half gambian

Musta lied2u dn! Nah cz ppo say i look gambian or senegalese! Am ful UG! Fully repn UG!

Hiss! Lol. So you speak swahili then? Or what language do you speak?

Yh we speak a bit of swa in UG along wid luganda and other indeginous(howeva u spel) languages.

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I look into your eyes and I see
I see oceans and waterfalls
I see creation
I see the heavens formations and the earth's foundations
I see the sun rise in the West
The sunset in the East
Because you turn my world upside down

I take your hand and the physical chemistry of our connection
Alters my biology
Sending jolts of emotion thru my fingertips
Coursing thru my veins
Setting my eyes alight with the fire of you
Jump starting my heart
Science would call u "Electrifying"

When I take u in my arms
This is gunna sound cliche but...
Its just me and you
Nothing else exists, no one else, matters
My world is you, consumed by you
Like I was fashioned out of your rib
Totally and completely, yours

And when we kiss...
Sparks fly like its the 4th of July
Bands play entire symphonies in celebation of us
Volcanoes erupt and the world stops spinning
And in that one instant...
My every dream comes true

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• pple TDVA (nee teediva) is back! updating regularly again, so please show her some love here
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She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

Did you really need to do that?

It would have gotten in my way. This body deserves a first rate experience. Can't have unnecessary obstacles like bra straps getting in the way of that.

Haha. Of course you'd say that.

Yea, now shush, relax and enjoy.

I rubbed the massage oil together between my palms to warm it up and spread it over her back, rubbing it into the skin, exploring her back. Her body was sex, raw and unadulterated.

I went deeper, rolling out every knot, smoothing every tense muscle.

Mmm. Right there. Yea. Mhmm. Aaaah. That's the spot.

Hehe, you keep making those noises and I'll soon be "massaging" you with something else.

Haha. Shut up! I'm not doing that with you! *said the half naked girl in my bed*

Doing what exactly?

Nothing.

I smiled.

The knots were gone now, but still the flawless skin of her back beckoned, so I kept at it; a little lighter with each stroke, following the curves and dips of her body. I could feel her body start to heat up now.

I looked down at her; eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I leaned in and whispered

I'm going to use my lips now.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her eyes remained closed.

My lips followed my fingers along curves and crevices, injecting hot and cold at intervals, pleasing nerve endings and finding pleasure centers. It wasn't long until she started squirming under my touch, rubbing her legs together.

Turn over. I'm gonna do your front
No

I picked her up and flipped her over. She laughed. Somewhere in the craziness we had lost her bra. Her perfectly formed, unbelievably firm Cs rested to her sides, the way real ones do..inviting me. I obliged them...taking my time to appreciate every inch of her skin. I undid the button of her shorts and pulled at the zip with my teeth.

Her shorts and panties came off slowly...my lips following their retreat...stopping just shy of her feet, and then making their way back down the back of her legs..behind her knee...and back up to her lips...they were wet now.

Igot up and walked across the room.

Wha? Why did you stop?

I stopped at the mini fridge, opened it and smiled back at her.

Out came the whipped cream.

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• I'll start this off by saying Happy birthday to Afro, *hiss* to Vera...and as for the "protesters" outside my building..you're boring.
• Also, for the girl at the other end of the train last night, trying her hardest not to smile...i hope your face hurts
• I typed this up on my phone this morning, forgot to save and lost it, and I've been busy all day...why I'm just posting.

I met her at my friend the promoter's flat. I walked in and there she was, with her friend. Although her friend, Christine, who smiled at me, was more classically pretty, I was drawn to her raw sexuality. The boomchikawahwah was strong with this one.

Her name was Sin.

I got her down to her underwear that night. (Truth or Dare truly is a wonderful game). She flirted with me. I flirted with her. She gave me her number right before she and her friend hopped in the cab we called them.

I called her a couple of days later.

Hi Baby!

Hi Sin. How's that booty keepin'?

Hehe, I'm taking care of it for you daddy. She was ever the flirt.

Haha, sounds like hard work...you should let me help.

Hehe, maybe.

I wanna do dinner and a movie on friday night, you interested?

Erm, I'm busy that night, but you should take Christine instead.

*Uh oh*Christine? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?

A pause.You should call her. Here's her number.

So I called Christine. We hung out, she came back to mine...and we chilled. She was cute, but I wasnt really attracted to her. We became pretty good friends, pretty much talking everyday, for between 3 and 5 hours each day; which I found weird because I was sure she had a boyfriend. Didnt she ever talk to him? Didnt bother me, the conversation and the banter was good. But there was no..erm...boomchikawahwah.

A couple of months later, I ran into Sin. We walked and talked and caught up.

How come we never hooked up?

Are you kidding? I cant date someone my friend is dating!

Who?

Dont you and Christine have a little something going on?

I raised an eyebrow; No, we're just friends. Did she tell you different?

Oh, no. I just assumed...

Dont assume. I was always more attracted to you.

She blushed. Ok

You should come visit one of these days. I'll cook you dinner.

Ooh yes! Christine told me you're an amazing cook(her words not mine)

So she came over one evening, I cooked dinner, and when we were done eating, the facebook addict sat glued to my laptop...ignoring me....this was going to be fun.

I watched her for a few minutes, sipping on rosé, her long, brown, faultless legs crossed at the knee. Shorts that stopped dangerously close to her pelvis. She had taken off her jacket to reveal beautiful, toned shoulders and perfect skin.

I walked up behind her, hands on her shoulders...and carressed them.

Mmm that feels good. Um, can you give me a backrub please.

I'll do you one better, I'll give you a full body massage.

Hehe, no thanks, just a backrub...for now.

Ok, but I can't do it through your clothes.

She got up. Turn around. No peeking.

I smiled and turned around.

OK I'm ready!

I turned to find her sprawled face down on my bed. I reached up on the shelf for the massage oil and walked over to the bed. I paused for a moment to admire the perfection that was her body.

..and then I reached down and undid the clasp of her bra