A Lot can happen in 3 weeks (Part 2)

PLS READ PART 1 BEFORE READING PART 2

Lol.. see me breaking down gist like I am writing nollywood script. Ok.. so here is part two. After my Colaba runs during the weekend, I was already fretting over my promotion. I should have had it by now but things are not going to plan. My boss is telling me there are a lot of things I ought to know which I don’t know and this is frustrating for me because I don’t feel like I am getting enough exposure here. But that aside, on that fateful Wednesday morning, I arrived at the office as normal. I was studying, I wanted to please my boss and I was also running some general errands in the office. That was how Mr R called me and my flatmate. Shuwo! What have we done wrong? Mr R then opened his computer. He showed me that I have 7 days off and about 21 vacation days pending. He said that I need to take those days off ASAP. He even suggested that I go back to my apartment for the rest of the day as he does not want to see me in the office. I asked if I could come to the office the following day, Mr R said to take 7 days off. Say what! Take 7 days off? Na beans? Me I cannot siddon in inida for 7 whole days. I will go mental. All of a sudden.. I had a revelation.. what if I could go to London and Manchester? Afterall, I haven’t seen my people on that side since I left in October. I quickly checked with travel desk.. kia kia they booked me on BA leaving Mumbai for that evening.. I wanted to faint.. I was overcome with excitement. One minute I was studying OIL CD in the office and next thing I am on a plane heading for Heathrow. I cannot even begin to describe the joy when my people saw me. It was a really good surprise. No sooner had I landed that I’d started wakaing around london. Infact.. I waka to the point that my trainers snapped. Oxford circus, west end.. come and see sales.. shopping.. everything dey there..I was in a dream o.

Posing on the Jubilee Line

Sharp sharp.. I headed out to Manchester to see my people. Some places will never change sha! I reach Manchester and I was welcomed with cold freezing rain. Thank God I took my Monsoon umbrella along with me from Mumbai. I sha did all the doables in Manchester and then headed back to London.. I waka some more. I met with friends from school whom I haven’t seen since boarding school days.. friends form Uni who are now working in London and also, I hooked up with aloted, a fellow blogger. It was awesome sha cos she is one of the people with whom I share names and we both have something else in common.. she was also an adult braces wearer..

Rocking the Natural Look in Manchester(Village Girl)

Thugging around the street on my brother's bike. Its true what they say.. you can never really forget how to ride a bicycle. I taught myself to ride at 15 and I haven't ridden since then. But three days ago, I got on the bike and I was riding with my eyes closed after falling off twice!

So.. yesterday evening.. I was back at Heathrow terminal 4 (A plane was heading for Mumbai and it had my name written on it). On reaching Mumbai early hours of Sunday.. I didn’t feel up for the 1.5hrs drive from the airport to my place in Thane. Instead, I stopped in Bandra at Dee’s place(with luggage,dutyfree shopping and all). My people, its so nice to have someone with whom you share cultural ties in Diaspora o.. speakless of a place like India. We hugged like long lost sisters..(even tho I was away less than two weeks.. lol) I filled her in on the gist.. apparently.. the guys in Bandra are having Brunch and Shiri was cooking.. fantastic.. I left my suitcase, grabbed one bottle of duty free red wine and went to join the party. It was totally awesome meeting new people there that Shiri had invited.. I found myself discussing US politics and economic downturn with another American girl.. Heck what do I know about that shit.. Kuch nahi (nothing) But it was fantastic fun. Around 6pm.. I went back to Dee’s and took my suitcase and then set out with Dee’s driver for the long-traffic-jammed-drive to thane. I was just slipping in and out of consciousness in the car. The sleep was gripping me tight.. I didn’t get home till 8pm.. So here I am on my bed. Its already 1.36am O! and I am still waking up for 6am.. lol.. the things I do to myself sha. This blog must be todate by force because I could get to the office and my boss can spin me 360 degrees again. All this has happened to me in the space of 3 weeks! Unbelievable.. and if I have surely learnt a lesson here.. to never ever ever ever procrastinate updating my blog. I will be going to the office tomorrow.. I wonder what the following weeks will have in store for me..

Finally got my quirks together

Yess o! Tolantino is BACK! I came off the rig about a week ago. I have spent the last seven days enjoying the feel of my apartment, kitchen, my bed and appreciating not being on the rig. Lol! It feels really good to be back. The human mind is truly awesome. It has the ability of overcoming experiences and shoving it to a compartment of the brain where everything that happened has a magical way of being insignificant. You quickly start to look forward to your next experience and the vicious cycle just continues. Lol.. To God be the glory my people

While I was in my self-induced blog-exile, I was multiple tagged. So I guess I have to confess. The only thing is that this blog is not anonymous so I will not be sharing any nasty dirry secrets.. My momma and poppa might just be reading.

1.) Whenever I snore while sleeping, I usually hear the sound (in my sleep) and hence quickly re-adjust my sleeping position. Even I don’t know how I do it. I know I’m supposed to be sleeping but these ears of mine seem to have a life of their own. I am a very light sleeper which takes me to my second quirk:

2.) I sleep with a frown on my face and I wake up with a frown. Lol! This is not a very pretty sight. Due to the fact that I am always semi conscious when I sleep, I tend to be irritated by any little sound I hear. E.g my flatmate’s mobile phone ringing in her room, the neighbor’s door bell amongst a host of other things. I know these things will disturb me when I set my head on my pillow so I am already pissed by the time I go off to sleep. When my sleep is eventually disturbed, I wake up with an even bigger frown. I should seriously invest in some heavy duty ear plugs..

3.) I have a massive scar on my right leg from my thigh to the lower leg. Wait till you hear how I got the scar… the five claws of a wild monkey! (I am not lying) I was attacked at the age of 3 in my own father’s house in Lagos by a wild monkey. The monkey blessed me with this scar I proudly wear. I hardly even notice its there anymore.

4.) I keep my hair afro natural because I strongly and firmly believe that if the good lord has blessed the other races with nice silky hair and they are able to wear their God given natural hair, then the black man should also be able to do the same without the need to suffer under the intense pain of soda filled chemicals which are used to burn our scalps and destroy the composition of our hair. Right from childhood, we are made to feel as though our hair is “Bad” and the long straight silky hair is “good”. I choose to blame the media and all these other hair companies. The other races have millions of products to keep their hair nice, shiny and straight. Why don’t these same companies come up with ideas on how to keep the afro hair ‘gorgeous, shiny and kinky”. Phew! I really do feel strongly about this but at the end of the day.. to each his own

5.) I am assuming everyone here knows how to eat tangerines… except me. I chew on them, suck out the juice but then cannot swallow the insides.. I just cant bring myself to do it! Eww..

6.) I am currently crushing on what could possible be the nicest mannered male on the surface of this earth. He is the perfect gentleman and oh…. Wait for the best part.. “I don’t think he has a clue!” (sniff sniff)I don’t know if this is a quirk but heck.. I couldn’t come up with something better.

So there you have it..I have given you your quirks so make una agree me rest.

I feel like jumping on a plane to go shopping in the UK. Its summer! UK is the home of the most fashionable clothing items in the universe and I need to go find out what the latest trends are for the 08’ summer. But I’m of course not going to jump on a plane. Instead, I will sit in Mumbai, be a good girl and keep dreaming of all the shopping that I could have done.

Signing out,

Tolantino