tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22239505324854407372012-02-01T13:54:46.699ZDon't just talk the talk, walk the walk. Keep your dreams alive, let the fire burn till it consumes you.luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-78411895138345973362012-01-26T18:51:00.000Z2012-01-26T18:51:00.994Z

When you don't have the rights words to say, what do you say? Do you say nothing, when the situation requires you to say something When words escape you and you can't string up any logical sentence Expectant eyes searching your face,ears eager to listen What do you do?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-4414275262169276122012-01-16T00:27:00.002Z2012-01-16T00:32:45.791Z

A little bird told me, that we each get a shot at true love twice, and no matter the number of times or people we fall for, our chance of meeting that one person, you truly connect with happens twice in a life time. Two? Really!... That's a pretty low number lol... :D

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-70625172251775636812012-01-11T08:07:00.000Z2012-01-11T08:07:37.984Z

For days, hungry eyes over there looks at me like I'm the special fried rice on the Chinese menu. He has no qualms about hiding it, he catches my eye each time ,and with a wolf like glint gives me a once over a smirk a corner away. As though the calculated act wasn't unsettling enough, he rubs his palms all the while holding that stupid smug. My back to him now, I still feel his stare tearing

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-31978888635017441262012-01-05T18:37:00.000Z2012-01-05T18:37:57.944Z

I'm on a journey to find myself, to re-live the first of things that gave me butterflies. Of moments that stirred my heart, of places that fill my mind with memories, of kisses soft and sweet, to find myself in place I call home, a place in your heart, a place where I belong. I'm on a journey of rediscovery, to find you and I.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-65266264738701501622011-12-29T02:12:00.001Z2011-12-29T02:12:48.405Z

Merry Christmas blogsville, it's been centuries since you last saw me here, and yes I've missed you too :-). Sadly my holiday season hasn't been too "chrismasy"maybe I was expecting too much, I was hoping for a better one as compared to last year's which was a total disaster_ oh well I'm still alive and kicking, so there's a lot to be grateful for no? I guess y'all busy making resolutions for

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-90467424070440264192011-11-07T01:14:00.004Z2011-11-07T01:17:00.159Z

What is the title of the movie in which Mel Gibson is able to read the minds of women_ what a girl wants or what a girl needs, or none of the above lol. We are so different from the male counter parts, and though we will never really figure out what makes the other tick, I sure wish that each time we encounter the opposite, we don't forget we are not of the same sex, thus the need to be

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-17964257448237443852011-09-29T11:51:00.001Z2011-09-29T11:51:36.222Z

What and who is the 'unmarrying' kind? Sitting at an engagement and for some reason I can't seem to shake the question off. Is it someone who doesn't believe in marriage, can't simply commit, or not marriage material? In fact what the heck is marriage material?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-23521455194149205952011-09-06T14:05:00.000Z2011-09-06T14:05:27.625Z

I planned to write a list of reasons why i think you are so amazing, a list to tell you how much i appreciate you, to let you know that i love you to bits, but i realise now that it will be so long, i might need a year to complete it. However i can assure you, that come next year on this very day, do expect that list in the mail, it may take you another year to read, but it will be worth the

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-30671614150834907142011-08-26T14:17:00.001Z2011-08-26T14:45:41.904Z

The first phone call came from a lady_ she informed me, i had been randomly selected to win a $500 grocery voucher. In order to receive it, i was only required to pay a confirmation fee of of $4.99. So if i would kindly give her my credit card number i should expect the voucher within 3 to 5 days. For a split second, she aroused my interest, then my alarm bells went off. Why should i give out

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-41226436433389843432011-08-23T01:29:00.003Z2011-08-23T02:01:49.057Z

In a city of great expectations, do we ever get all that we really want? Are our expectations too high, that we fail to see when we have it all? When do you settle, and when do you keep looking?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-27525878436732651532011-08-18T15:31:00.000Z2011-08-18T15:31:24.792Z

It lingers on my mind all day, and just before the sand master sprinkles his dust, i give it a once over I'm looking for an answer to a question, that i may already know.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-49248582980597868642011-08-13T18:11:00.000Z2011-08-13T18:11:52.559Z

It's so strange that what you say, and what i hear, are two different things Is it that i'm not listening or that you are not communicating I'm beginning to wonder if it is my ears, or my heart that is receptive It seems you and i are simply lost in translation

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-34734810132562971642011-08-09T01:25:00.002Z2011-08-09T02:41:54.024Z

On the bus ride home, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the old man sitting a couple of seats away. He was so engulfed in the what he was doing, that he seemed not to notice the nine or so pair of eyes shooting bullets holes through his head. For the thirty-five minutes ride to my stop, i watched him pull out the graying hair around his chin and neck area, and with each pluck, he popped

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-23604756839703311842011-08-03T02:27:00.010Z2011-08-03T02:49:44.395Z

Lets face it people, nobody likes to be called out, we don't take it well. Bottling up what's eating you may nevertheless be a recipe for disaster, should the lid blow, that is a tsunami in the works So how do you voice out a flaw_ Yes! Love me, love my dog, but seriously what if the dog is a little monster, do you tip toe around it, or take a jab at it. Even if you manage to find the blurry

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-20542620061950354802011-07-27T05:02:00.009Z2011-07-27T05:23:27.181Z

I spent the afternoon with a group of friends, we were 5 in number 3 girls and 2 guys, the conversation traveled the slippery sloppy road of the weather,to places, politics, events, people, music and finally shot down to relationships. Why do men cheat? The guys contended that, men since time memorial have been polygamous by nature. If anything, monogamy is the exception and not the rule. A

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-65466251227704703902011-07-16T12:01:00.007Z2011-07-16T12:22:42.368Z

Nobody wakes up in the morning and decides, "today is the day i'm going to cheat". I don't believe it is ever a calculated venture from the inception. It starts with the innocent hello, which ends up in hell, and now that the cell phone has evolved into a compressed laptop, social networking has never been more easy. So if you are spending too much time strolling down digital Memory Lane,

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-13944641793889390992011-07-10T15:32:00.002Z2011-08-11T14:17:19.159Z

Why are we so afraid of change? The present is no good, yet we stay Are we so scared of what is out there, that we would rather not explore Maybe its because change might be for the worst, so we stick with the worse The lesser evil we call it, what the hell is that? Shouldn’t what we fear be fear itself?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-37632298853695522742011-07-08T17:57:00.000Z2011-07-08T17:57:41.718Z

NYC is sprouting with Africans at every corner, and for some reason you would think each persons nationality is imprinted on their foreheads or something, cos you just know. So when picking up my medical report, and this brother accidentally or calculatedly bumped into me and sent my envelop flying. I noticed two things_ that he was totally hott, nice teeth, but the first thought was that he

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At this stage in my life, you would think i know exactly what i want, i could close my eyes and just map out my future for the next couple of years_ Yes! the future they say is unknown, but seriously we all should have an idea of what we're looking forward to, right? Sadly, things don't seem to work out the way it should. Maybe i become too comfortable, kick back and expect stuff to fall in

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-22878557342385176132011-06-18T17:01:00.000Z2011-06-18T17:01:48.683Z

I kinda feel new at this, it’s been centuries since last I blogged Finished exams today, everybody is so excited, finally we get to put the books down and paint the town red_ law students gone wild! I soo... looked forward to today, it’s yet to live up to what I imagined, but hey, the hour is still young and maybe I’m just tired. All thanks to the Heavenly Father for bringing us this far,

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-60198435205403639722011-04-10T19:15:00.002Z2011-04-10T19:58:25.148Z

How small mistakes can cost in life. A baker was asked to print the words 1st John 4:18 on a wedding cake _ " There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear; because fear has torment. He that fears is not made perfect in love" Instead he printed John 4:18 _"For you have had five husbands; and he whom you now have is not your husband" Lol, stole this or should I say borrowed it :-) I

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-16439516123429135612011-02-16T08:40:00.004Z2011-02-16T17:40:48.961Z

“Locally Acquired Foreign Accent” Do you have one? Or like me, it pops up in your phone voice :-) Yes everybody has a phone voice,and depending on the caller, or place, mood, la-bra-la, la-bra-la it changes Boo hates my LAFA, but seriously; I’m not conscious of when it kicks in. He says it’s no excuse, because if suddenly he started speaking Spanish, he’ll know lol... Last night I was

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-74826198648862238112011-02-08T07:20:00.002Z2011-02-08T07:34:01.097Z

Who me???.... Oww... thank you, I’m blushing. Enyonam and Prettykay, i feel so honoured. I equally enjoy your beautiful writing skills, keep up the good work _ cheers to us! Okay, here goes seven things about moi_ that’s if you haven't figured it out yet lol 1. I laugh when I’m in trouble, i still don't understand why i do that 2. My feelings bruise easily_ so I’m somewhat of a cry baby 3. I

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-1806660321914030572011-01-27T23:35:00.001Z2011-01-27T23:38:13.578Z

I came across an article about self worth, the essence of valuing yourself; you’re worth as much as you give yourself credit for. So if you make that price tag too low, don’t expect anyone else to see different. I hereby declare; I shall not beat myself up over things that make me question me , nor dwell on the flaws I’m susceptible to. I’m only human and I can’t be perfect; I can only endeavour

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-72516193802997477002011-01-15T12:59:00.005Z2011-01-24T20:18:46.969Z

Yesterday my civil procedure tutorial generated into family law, one single question and the tables had been turned. Interrogatories had morphed into Divorce. The lecturer’s assistant _ brilliant lawyer if I may say so, not only answered the question but fueled the change of topic some more :-) He went on to tell us how he had recently refrained from doing divorce cases, because 98% of the time

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-35357449851894651582011-01-11T14:18:00.001Z2011-01-11T14:20:13.235Z

A good and loud fart is honourable A medium fart is tolerable Softer wind breaks are terrible But the silent ones are unbearable :-) how's the week going y'all? Fartastic i hope lol p.s_ for lack of a better word i borrowed the heading from a fellow blogger, props to you ;-)

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-2338814490155507642011-01-07T11:53:00.001Z2011-01-07T12:20:28.005Z

The sign on the barbering shop read “anything is possible” it was only natural that it drew laughter, for I could not help but imagine the excuse a customer would receive in case his or her haircut ended badly. Customer: what kind of haircut is this, why are you blind or something? Barber: my brother did you not read the sign “anything is possible” before entering? It brings back memories

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And I thought my year had ended badly, the thought of starting over and picking up the pieces and building what has been broken... My heart threatens to shutter My brother woke me up with the worst news ever; his girl’s mother crossed over this morning. My heart bleeds for, he sits in a trance with a cloud over his head, oh God I wonder what ‘she’ must be going through. I lost my heart, but she’

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-5648731072633600572010-12-29T07:32:00.004Z2010-12-29T07:39:20.648Z

Queen Elizabeth, Bill Clinton and Robert Mugabe died and went straight to hell. Queen Elizabeth said "I miss England, I want to call England and see how everybody is doing there. She called and talked for about 5 minutes, then she asked "Well, devil how much do I owe you? The devil says "Five million dollars". She wrote him a cheque, and went to sit back on her chair. Bill Clinton was so

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-21007254624890448932010-12-27T08:11:00.007Z2010-12-27T13:08:37.543Z

I’m not flying my own kite or anything, but I‘ve always had a great relationship with my parents, maybe it stems from the fact that we are a small family, or that they have been very accommodating to my nonsense. I love those two to death and of course my brother the bully heheeheh... I don’t remember the time era for which this happened; or my grievous crime_ no I haven’t conveniently

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-35776849799639826962010-12-23T13:32:00.000Z2010-12-23T13:32:36.471Z

I grabbed a cab this morning, from Legon to Adenta_ if you know Adenta, its legendry for its mad traffic. However I was in no particular hurry, so I let the driver decide which route he wanted to plough_ goddness me! I should have known better to insist we went through Botwe. So here we are, someplace in Madina stuck in the kind of traffic, one could actually alight from the car set up a

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-670700504475975562010-12-20T01:49:00.000Z2010-12-20T01:49:17.141Z

When I was younger, I was a snitch, a typical “telephone no wire”. As soon as my parents walked through the door, I’d rat out on my brother. Reporting every detail of his naughty activities during the day; those witnessed personally plus hearsay as the cherry on top. Back then, he use to 'whoop' the black off me, i loathed him, he was so mean to me. Since he was much bigger and stronger than moi

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-54003130570496826862010-12-19T08:54:00.000Z2010-12-19T08:54:49.131Z

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-7922443758628888012010-12-14T13:29:00.001Z2010-12-14T16:39:08.205Z

My friend W, has had his heart ripped out of his chest. It’s been many months now, and still the sadness lurks behind his eyes. There are moments when he is not himself and I can’t seem to recognise my friend. He now looks at women with microscopic lenses, as he truly believes daughters of Eve can never be trusted. Treachery and deceit runs in their veins. Still anytime I look at my friend,

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-37957515933447077672010-12-10T09:38:00.000Z2010-12-10T09:38:48.295Z

I was struck by some blog idea this dawn. But my mind has gone completely blank, there's not a trace of the wonderful inspiration, no tell tale signs, whatsoever :-( I just know one thing; it would have been funny and silly as usual :-) Have a good weekend y'all.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-34045699895275445122010-12-01T20:53:00.001Z2010-12-01T21:03:05.269Z

Dozing off in church, is the worst thing ever. Charley! the house of God paa ooo... come see how my head dey dance "shuperu" for ma neck top. Wey ma eyes dey droop, swirling for their sockets inside. My body jerks violently and i catch myself, embarrassed as hell, wondering if i've been caught on camera, and cursing under my breath. After watching one 9ja movie like that, where all those

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-6577102624017656122010-11-28T13:03:00.000Z2010-11-28T13:03:05.085Z

Monkey, we all know say you got skills You fit swing like pendulum from one branch to the other Somersaulting for mid air inside, with perfect landing We know say you be fast; quick as lightening. So this one you wun flex us, why now? How you go fit grab the branch plus your pinkie See how you don fall flat for your face Ooo.... I shy give you sef.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-70063548270309567322010-11-13T00:03:00.000Z2010-11-13T00:03:04.031Z

HELLLOOOOO... Blogsville, hope y’all have missed me as much as I have. Thing is, my roommate and I have embarked on the project to hook up our girlfriend. Her specifications are very simple and direct_ she wants a separate legal entity with limited liability, no encumbrances whatsoever lol Fortunately or unfortunately, candidate number one pops up onto the scene. Problem is; dude’s liabilities

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-12282406727575988682010-10-30T10:26:00.000Z2010-10-30T10:26:50.130Z

You interlock your fingers with hers and smile secretly into her eyes_ a shadow crosses her face You laugh at his joke and turn to see if she got the buzz line too_ she plasters a smile You dip the fry into the ketchup and playfully invite her to take a bite_ she’s hesitant You tuck the loose hair behind her ear and lean closer to whisper_ her body stiffens Hmm... Are you as affectionate with

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-3813611677609037822010-10-24T12:12:00.001Z2010-10-24T12:13:41.800Z

The feeling tags at my heart The words hang on the tip of my tongue Yet i can't express them

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-18837255106356084612010-10-08T20:44:00.004Z2010-10-08T22:27:49.297Z

I heard this today, just had to share There are 5 types of women_ and I’m sure the same can go for men; * Those you like_ and they don’t like you back *Those who like you_ and you don’t like them *Those you want_ and cannot have *Those that want you_ and cannot have you *And those you can never, ever get. Hehehhehe...... i bet this list can go on and on... But of cos, there's always the

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-53419927366002989812010-09-30T14:55:00.002Z2010-09-30T20:56:51.227Z

Like the heart, the liver is also a four chambered organ. In fact it is the largest organ found in the human body. And though it may not be held in high esteem as the heart, its function is most basic and necessary for life. It produces substances that break down food and converts it into glycogen, amino acids,vitamins etc which are the building blocks for the body. Most importantly, it is the

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-3502975483269969742010-09-24T08:29:00.009Z2010-09-24T20:08:48.213Z

During my fresher days in unie, cell phones were being snatched left, right and center. Rampant reports poured in daily and most victims were ladies. You’d be on the phone when it would be forcefully pulled out of your hand, or you’d be politely asked to hand it over at the opposite end of a knife. It escalated during the power rationing period by ECG. There was timetable regulating the hours

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-80863505520945883342010-09-21T23:56:00.001Z2010-09-21T23:59:04.217Z

I’ve never been afraid to speak up. I open my big mouth and let out the good, the bad, the ugly and the trash loose. Growing up my parents believed in hearing us out, so I never felt intimidated. The rule was simple; if you crossed the line, definitely you were gonna receive some serious ass whooping. Yes growing, I learnt speaking up meant, knowing when to shut my trap, when to open it and

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-52547824570679118892010-09-20T01:41:00.001Z2010-09-20T01:41:38.742Z

A terrible feeling lays in the pit of my belly. It has clogged it's way up and tags at my heart. A fierce thrashing, chimes aloud and my once glazed eyes, are wide awake. It's as though a revelation has descended. The end is near. I'm left with more questions and no answers. I'm i that paranoid, really?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-38154211201181750532010-09-16T08:19:00.000Z2010-09-16T08:19:42.565Z

I want fairy tales, an enchanted place where fairy godmothers whisk up ball gowns and pumpkin carriages in split seconds, and the tooth fairy leaves a dollar beneath a child’s pillow. I want forever afters, glass slippers and prince charming who goes through hell fire just to be with me. Why? _ I’m the fairest of them all. I want gigantic castles, and the finest emperor clothing’s. Playgrounds

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-83885422859606389792010-09-11T18:58:00.000Z2010-09-11T18:58:39.242Z

A man got married to a virgin and explained 2 her sex was just like putting a prisoner in prison. After round 1, the husband exhausted rolls over to catch his breathe and the lady tells him 'honey the prisoner has escaped'. So the man went for round 2 n 3 after which he was completely worn out and wobbly. A few seconds she tells him again 'honey the prisoner has escaped again' He angrily

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-30544642744464336742010-09-06T16:51:00.001Z2010-09-09T08:20:37.174Z

You know the thing about looking for trouble... you always find it. Snooping through contacts on your partner’s cell phone, reading text messages not meant for you and raising hell fire. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes you’re pushed to the wall and... Girlfriend, is now screwed_ ‘borbor’ has wised up, not only does he delete his messages, he now saves contacts by initials and abbreviations; BMW,

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-31261176207419280032010-08-30T09:23:00.000Z2010-08-30T09:23:43.805Z

In reality we can’t control everything Especially the people around us We can only hope, they’ll act accordingly That they are who they say they are And not wolves in sheep clothing

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-9626934248988890582010-08-24T20:43:00.004Z2010-09-09T08:22:11.295Z

Okay, I accept that there’s no specified location to look for love, it can happen anywhere, any place anytime, but seriously...? Last week, my brother and I attended a funeral; one of his very best friends had lost the father; may his soul rest in peace and we were there to show our support and say goodbye. We returned from the cemetery to continue the interment on the deceased’s compound.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-41649957915400055202010-08-13T18:39:00.000Z2010-08-13T18:39:55.340Z

You know how most Ghanaian and Nigerian movies portray the theme of love. There always a scene with the lovebirds, chasing each the on the beach or garden.Where there's lack of grass, you find them circling a potted plant,laughing and giggling to God knows what. My question then is, does anybody do that in real life, seriously?... If so,i best find a water body, or the nearest bush.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-77304865745555923692010-08-10T18:14:00.000Z2010-08-10T18:14:21.828Z

Man: Baby, I'm so down for you give me the chance to treat you like the queen you are I know you have a man, but i see no band let me show you that I'm the better man, in fact the very best try me, give me just a month, let me show you what love is try me, I'll be the best decision you ever made try me, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy I'll come down for you, I'll even lay on the floor

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-47400827494774549662010-07-23T16:12:00.001Z2010-07-23T16:15:02.003Z

I can’t believe the month of July is about to end, and I have not a single post to account for. Jeez... my brain cells must be withering into oblivion_ the horror!!!... I refuse to go down like that, ramblings will just have to do, lol... I’m back home, today marks a week since I hit the shores of GH, so I guarantee you, teary eyed me, has left the building. Snuffling is so not on my agenda.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-78408512711147757462010-06-24T19:15:00.002Z2010-06-24T19:19:54.553Z

I have tears in my heart, and I don’t know why Its bubbling and threatening to burst, my brakes are failing I can’t hold it back much longer Maybe its the absence taking over Distance is not my friend, time and space I want no part I can’t hold back my salty waters It doesn’t run silent.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-64929016251083853292010-06-23T22:44:00.013Z2010-06-24T03:14:00.087Z

My crush from junior high, tattooed my name ( this was in college)_ can’t tell you where, but it’s so… not what you are thinking lol… I was single then_ for almost a whole semester lol… (he was ecstatic) It was kinda flattering and spooky all at once, still is :-) And I wondered if that meant I had to date him, make it official_ gave it serious consideration though lol. For a longtime, we'd

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-2288171325392094292010-06-19T23:45:00.005Z2010-06-20T00:00:13.034Z

How do you know, you have found the one? The answer is in the vows; do you take... to love and to hold in sickness and in health for richer, for poorer till death, do you part Now if the answer is yes! Yes without any hesitations or reservations... then you know

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-22961219929859975032010-06-15T22:39:00.001Z2010-06-15T22:58:48.056Z

I dey promise for my honour top sey I go be faithful den loyal give GH ma mama land I dey pladge sey I go give GH ma service plus all my vim den ma heart I dey promise sey I go give stiz waa give the heritage wey wanna poppy dema poppy dems waya ron give we plus them blood and kapa wey I dey pledge my body for everything inside sey I go dee gee give GH en name waa so God I beg, make you sort me

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-45626583425914253932010-06-06T13:47:00.001Z2010-06-06T13:50:00.140Z

Love, joy , peace. Patience, kindness, goodness. Faithfulness, gentleness and self control. Let us strieve everyday, that we may be blessed with these gifts the Holy Spirit gives freely.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-35248149572585578612010-06-02T11:33:00.000Z2010-06-02T11:33:48.375Z

Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore, marriage is an institution for the blind. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor's Degree and the woman gets her Masters. Hmm.... so how do i land a PhD?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-33008250987258292782010-05-27T01:46:00.001Z2010-05-27T01:48:34.179Z

When prowling the streets of Accra in 'mini', the last of my worries are my ‘unskinned’ legs, as a matter of fact I love hairy me. The even spread of dark lustering mane gives me a kick. So I rarely give two hoots about anybody's reaction_ hell, I wish i had the same texture of locks, crowned on my small head ( you may think otherwise hehehe...) However, wearing 'mini' in concrete jungle makes

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-25402835258498301782010-05-19T10:37:00.000Z2010-05-19T10:37:19.543Z

Engagement ring Wedding ring Suffe'ring' lol!

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-28569816136445645542010-05-17T15:35:00.002Z2010-05-17T18:10:16.042Z

I wish,i wish a hundred things To see the possibilities for our future I dream, i dream a thousand dreams To see your face in my mind I want, i want a million kisses To taste your sweetness, one more time I hope, i'm hoping for a billion hugs To feel the warmth and safety in your arms I'm missing you a zillion times and over.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-76953798199815607302010-05-01T12:20:00.001Z2010-05-01T12:27:56.803Z

My friends and I wrote our very last paper which marked the end to our eighth semester in KNUST. ‘Uniee’ was finally over, at least “for now” and soon we’d be thrown into the deep blue sea to compete with the sharks. Nevertheless,we are most excited to see the end of this road. Alas i still have two more years of school ahead, come October i'll return to the school girl status_ sob sob sob.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-38067073839972024362010-04-24T01:00:00.000Z2010-04-24T01:00:46.182Z

To my sisters, this is a reminder of what makes us beautiful. To my brothers, this is a reminder that your love of us isn't futile; it's been earned... _ Author Unknown What if I am a black woman? Is it a disease? Well, if it is, sure hope it's catching because they need to pour it into a bottle, label it, and sprinkle it all over the people~ men and women who ever loved or cried, worked or died

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-24301355216303534682010-04-20T12:03:00.002Z2010-04-20T12:25:59.950Z

Writing has been a safe haven for me, for as long as I can remember. All the nights I would sit up and pour my thoughts and feelings into my dairy_ I have shredded a couple of them in this my life time, I guess some thoughts should forever remain private. I don’t keep one anymore, blogging has sort of taken over. Nevertheless most of my writings are inspired by my state of mind, things that

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-86686393586708372242010-04-16T12:18:00.002Z2010-04-16T18:32:36.448Z

Tonight the old boys and girls of St. Peters and St. Roses are chilling up for the last time, before we the final year students leave school for good_ but of cos some might be back soon, the wanna be lecturers, and master programme students, and God forbid the “trailees”. Finger licking and socializing is not such a bad idea,after all some of us have gone almost the entire four years of college

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-60134968416010760422010-04-12T19:13:00.000Z2010-04-12T19:13:52.653Z

What men and women want in long term relationships? What women look for: Personality Humour Sensitivity Brains Good body (What men think women want_ personality, good body humour sensitivity, good looks) They seem to have it 98% locked down. What men look for: Personality Good looks Brains Humour Good body (What women think men want_ good looks, good body, breast, butt, personality?) We

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-45781224170440805622010-04-11T14:19:00.001Z2010-04-12T09:46:02.409Z

How to satisfy a woman every time: Caress, praise, pamper, massage, serenade, compliment, stroke, hug, stimulate, feed, ignore fat bits, cuddle, smooch, charm, nuzzle, spoil, tease, gratify, squeeze, idolize. How to satisfy a man every time: Arrive naked. Hehehehehehe........ I just read this.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-65600017715523027282010-03-31T13:28:00.003Z2010-04-03T19:35:41.855Z

Diana King said she doesn’t want anybody who is loving everybody; she wants a shy guy, the kinda guy who will only be hers. Does that include the Mr. P-O-P’s_ the one whose lips has been sealed with plaster of Paris, and thus can’t make his feelings known. Action they say speaks louder than words, but until shortie hears the thoughts which linger, she’ll claim ignorance. Unless, the feeling is

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-20974075155039388482010-03-24T20:43:00.001Z2010-03-24T20:51:38.633Z

Yellow...... It’s me............ I’ve missed you guys a lot, hope you missed me too. Sorry I’ve been away for a while now; school gets in the way, mid semester exams, tutorial, group work, mood swings, laziness, you know, the whole baggage. Four of my course mates and I have been working really hard on our project/thesis. We choose a topic on prisoners’ right to vote in Ghana. At first we

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-52415395432573508162010-03-03T21:24:00.000Z2010-03-03T21:24:32.114Z

When they think, we feel When they find it illogical, we see the logic They may be head, but the neck does the turning They think we are weak, but of the two God thought it wise, that we be the fruit bearers. See, we are strong. Check out my biceps lol

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-54919717609334914262010-03-02T17:57:00.000Z2010-03-02T17:57:55.516Z

How come not only do you hear all the latest gossip in the saloons; you also get to hear the strangest things. This 411 is especially for the women, I learnt that, it is wrong to carry your baby infront of you, so all those who are into face to face “carry-on bags” or straps for babies, Beware!!! The proper way is the traditional manner; the baby goes to the back_ be careful to tie the cloth

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-91931495575069965012010-02-23T17:51:00.001Z2010-02-23T17:53:10.129Z

To lay down their life for you? _ WRONG!!!!!...... that has already been done, by the” bestest” friend of all. I doubt if there exist a modern day replacement. So what are the rest for? LOl Seriously what are friends for? Friends are there to accept you for who you are and love you nevertheless, to hold your hand, encourage you. Friends are people you can trust, people who trust you. To go

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-39362685395271133022010-02-17T19:25:00.005Z2010-02-17T20:26:51.442Z

Who???..... Moi!!!!! Never...... How can i possibly be spending when I'm not earning. Hell I'm on a monthly budget, which i must say is not enough to cover my ass. My father forgets that I'm babe, not dude. Chics naturally have a long list of "needs" and wants (hehehehe....) than the average male_ fine...... perhaps guy stuff cost more, but we still have more expenses. Don't even let me go

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-61953038804431103102010-02-14T22:30:00.000Z2010-02-14T22:30:57.725Z

I'm having the best vals day ever, whoever said it was overrated needs to get hitched pronto lol! Happy Valentines day to everyone.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-65473442238571176362010-02-10T18:08:00.001Z2010-02-10T18:11:40.666Z

Do crabs swim? You might think this is a really dumb question, but seriously if i knew the answer, i won't be asking. Is it possibly to compare them to frogs?_ then again, do frogs swim? Cos i keep having this mental image of frogs swimming like human beings, and it sends me rolling in laughter. Really try picturing it. Back to my question, do these water spiders swim? Somebody mentioned that

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-31882984208873597862010-02-07T15:31:00.003Z2010-02-07T15:33:21.636Z

Can't say i didn't try. I walked up to him and apologized_ ok i didn't say "I'm sorry for so and so", but i still apologized. He was being such an ass, i couldn't bring myself to say "i miss our friendship". So i sent a text. The next time i saw him, he acted like a blind bat. My ego is now times 3, and believe you me, I'm keeping it that way. Good riddance.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-87213199424979090942010-02-02T20:13:00.001Z2010-02-02T20:15:01.625Z

I'm not talking to a good friend, and deep down, it's breaking my heart. How we've let things drag on this long, i don't know. His ego, is that of a football park, and mine is times 2. So you see, it's too big for me to swallow_ yeah right. I don't even remember exactly why we are "beefing", but if it's what i think it is, then it is really stupid. I'm sad, and i miss him, but he started this,

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-75514534662770108832010-01-29T21:02:00.000Z2010-01-29T21:02:48.449Z

When I’m home, I wish to be back in school, surrounded by all my friends. Hangout and chill, honest to God I even miss studying, all the assignments and group meetings. But when I’m school, I hate Friday nights, it’s lonely and sad for me. Where are all my girls, girls? Stuck to their boo, like glue. And where is my boobo? Back home in another region.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-86428274048771888682010-01-26T18:46:00.000Z2010-01-26T18:46:06.101Z

I wish to stay in this moment forever This place, where you’ve taken me These feelings that I’m feeling Where words don't cut it I’m screaming, but I hear nothing I'm falling off this cliff

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-5845312869948718022010-01-18T14:59:00.002Z2010-01-18T15:01:27.469Z

Okay, before the men start to rain insults on me, please hold your horses; the above statement is simply to catch your attention_ which I’m sure I’ve succeeded in doing hehehehee………………. I know, it’s been a while, fiiiinnnneee, it’s been a long while since I blogged, but it’s good to be back, and yes I’m also back to school, final semester yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!_ Scary stuff. Enough! Back to

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-58002870686669461142009-12-24T17:15:00.003Z2009-12-24T17:45:53.505Z

It’s scary when I think of you. Goodness time indeed flies. Yesterday is gone, today is on end and tomorrow is a couple of hours away. Still I wonder if I’m ready to face you. This life is such a harsh and cruel reality. January stares at me, and once again another increment in age, heavens I’m aging_ I’m becoming an old lady, yeah right as if I’m turning sixty or something. But seriously

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-67845531540539786772009-12-18T22:30:00.002Z2009-12-18T22:35:25.929Z

Honestly i don't know where it's hiding, but if u happen to come across this 'ghost' please point him to my direction. Where is all the love and laughter? The merry making and the warm feeling of friendship? I sure do hope i don't have to wait till

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-23032847874493433052009-12-14T18:05:00.004Z2009-12-14T18:11:02.404Z

No wonder they say women are their own enemies ( ma girls no offense, you know I love you to the bone) All the same let’s face facts, chic’s are always begrudging each other, we are constantly sizing the other up and down left to right, in competition 24/7. Back stabbing and gossiping, as if we're getting paid or something. Saturday I was in the twin cities; Taa-di with boo. We were attending

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-80840802897854276472009-12-01T00:08:00.008Z2009-12-07T20:44:35.854Z

How do you remain adventurous, when your “inhibitions” get in the way. I always figured I was kinda experimental, you know. I like to try my hands at new stuff (wink), just for the heck of it_lol if that was the case, I should have done a zillion and one things by now,damn!.. I’m not on top of my game. Frankly I have an open mind, I’m not too constricted, bring it on, if it can be done why not?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-12965368903080033662009-11-21T10:25:00.001Z2009-11-21T11:02:39.614Z

(Exams are right in the corner, instead of sitting on my bum and reading, I opted to watch one of the new movies I had recently loaded on to sugar; sugar is the name of my lap top. Instead of advising me to get back to my books, boo wished me luck, said he was sure I’d make an A in the movie paper. What can I say, “All work and no play, makes lucci a dull girl”. I did learn something I’ll like

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-6546530493789962472009-11-20T12:01:00.001Z2009-11-20T12:06:00.374Z

This post is long overdue, so please forgive me, most especially, my fellow blogger “the kisser”, who bestowed this honour. Upon the reception of this award, I’m required to post ten honest things about myself, so here it goes: 1.I’m a 22 final year college student_ yippee; I’ll be out of here come next year May. Fine!!!... I’ll admit it; it scares the living day lights out of me. The world is

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-90820858574424615382009-11-19T20:36:00.002Z2009-11-20T07:53:03.842Z

Three men embarked on a journey to retrieve a family heirloom which had mysteriously disappeared. They travelled tirelessly for three days and three nights. As they laid under an enormous tree, to catch their breath, they were captured by warriors who presented them before their King. Unfortunately for the three, their capture had come at a time when the gods of this strange land required

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-52167534361200556102009-11-13T12:14:00.000Z2009-11-13T12:14:12.760Z

You can buy me diamonds, you can buy me pearls Take me on a cruise around the world, baby you know I’m worth it Dinner lit by candles, run my bubble bath Make love tenderly to last till last, baby you know I’m worth it chorus: “Wanna please, wanna keep, and wanna treat, your woman right Not just the doe, but the show, that she knows, she’s worth your time You will lose if you choose to refuse

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-81239581194624324992009-11-09T18:38:00.000Z2009-11-09T18:38:05.380Z

Young and innocent, filled with fairy tales Glazed eyed, I viewed the world The sun shone brighter than before And the stars twinkled in absolute awe Crushes yes, but this, no! I had not a clue? A tag at my heart, butterflies in my tummy A song on my lips, day dreams unending What was this feeling, I was feeling? But the moment you winked at me That second, your lids made contact As I stood

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-26353128717785957542009-11-05T09:25:00.007Z2009-11-05T12:29:17.970Z

The image of my father reading to me still runs vivid in my mind’s eye. I remember all the times, he’ll come home from work and right after supper he’ll ask me to take out the books Mrs. Kwame gave out today, Mrs. Kwame was my class one teacher, so I guess I was about six then. Together we read the short stories on Janet and John_ I must confess I can’t recall the exact details, but I’m sure it

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-70759698161346361592009-11-02T07:56:00.003Z2009-11-02T08:08:48.601Z

I’m thanking God this morning, not just for the gift of life, but also for the gift of sight _yippee…..!!!!!I was worried; my eyes would be closed shut by sunrise, with all this black glue feeling like grits on my iris_ I think it’s the same one they use for bonding.My Sunday turned out to be a really boring one. I should have gone eating omo-tuo or something, and then dozed off the rest of the

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-37618219736358534582009-10-31T09:36:00.002Z2009-10-31T10:46:16.024Z

You no for ask me, if I ‘want’…Sake off you jus dey boreI talk you what I dey ‘need’, longest That one sef, you no do give me Ryders, you dey pop ma face Wey you wan biz me, if I ‘want… (if I want what?)You no give me the ‘tin’ wey I ‘need’ sefHow you go fit handle my ‘want’ list_ wey long pass the queue for Tetteh MamiThis small one sef, you no fit!

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-13941836205211357042009-10-17T13:53:00.002Z2009-10-17T13:57:54.105Z

They crawled under the sheets, their last night together, tired and worn out. Her muscles ached, and the urge to give into the sand master was crushing.Tomorrow she would leave, tonight was her last chance.Her side, she laid torn between sleep and pleasure.Sleep or feigned, she knew not. Yet his body snaked against her bosom and the fresh scent of soap lingered.Eyes, but closed, senses awakened.“

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-72899695100910908892009-10-07T22:36:00.001Z2009-10-07T22:42:32.411Z

Love me deeply So deep, that its infinite pit is unplumbed Love me slowlySo slow, that time freezes and seconds run as minutesLove me trulySo true, that my heart never beats a doubtLovely me clearly So clear, that it reflects the image of loveLove me passionatelySo passionate, it burns to my soul Love me timelesslySo timeless, that forever you remain mineLove meLove me alone.

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-89728917036035441412009-09-29T10:52:00.006Z2009-09-29T17:59:39.110Z

Lets face it, we can’t emit aromatic scents 24/7. Our weather condition alone would not allow it, unless of course you live in an air conditioned apartment, walk a few meters to your air conditioned car, straight to you freezing office, chilling throughout the day.Perhaps then, we can be assume the “Issey miyake” fragrance you used in the morning has not been diluted by too much sweat.Since I

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-75847830417254955702009-09-23T12:01:00.003Z2009-09-23T12:13:10.355Z

Shh… he likes one of my roomies, constantly displaying a variety of tactics to woo her_ we on the other hand are benefiting like crazy, sinking our teeth in to bars of chocolate, swallowing ice cream like snakes, as for B-foster bread, ye fa nu kwa_ wait,does he own a bakery?Babes are seriously enjoying the fruit of his labour, whiles minding our own business ooo…. To each his own, after all

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-64865718803565510402009-09-14T20:25:00.001Z2009-09-14T20:25:44.210Z

It is only that I need time to reflectDo some soul searching, about where my life is headingSo about the late nights I keep; i have a lot of work to doAs for the phone, I keep it off; distractions, distractionsIt’s not that, I’m being distant, I just need some me time_ hmm… ME time?

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-26946057813650092372009-09-04T18:59:00.003Z2009-09-04T22:27:23.319Z

Should have told you how beautiful you areHow my blood boils at your sightAnd whenever you smile, I feel so safe. Should have told you, how “hott” you look in that dress How my fingers burn to rip it offYou sway and tease, but you wore it, just for me.Should have told you, how I drown each time I stare into your eyesI swear, they see right through to my soulAnd it burns, it burns, it burns your

luccihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07890250025741680005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2223950532485440737.post-75227419031447295432009-09-03T19:58:00.001Z2009-09-03T20:02:34.730Z

The one who holds the power in any relationship, is the one who cares less_ so I heardCould this be true? Acting like a complete jerk towards your partner gives you power?Seriously what is the logic behind such reasoning? Devising tactics and playing games. Giving the cold shoulder attitude.It takes two to tango, yet you dance aloneSo a taste of your own medicine you get, drink the poison which

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