THE INTUITION OF GUYS.........

Hey lovelies how are you doing? I am a bit out of breath I just completed my 15minutes of exercise. I added 20 squats to my regimen and I am really happy. I don't know if I would include it in my next session but I am happy knowing that my butt had some boosting exercise today (yep! It is said that squats help to boost the size of the butt....I don't know if it is true o).

ARAB BOYS AND THEIR PLAYTHINGS....

Apparently after Ramadan most Arab guys (the super rish and wealthy ones) like to troop to United Kingdom and France to run away from the heat of their country. Not that i blame them, after experiencing the heat of Dubai i can understand.

However they don't travel alone, they come with their playthings. For lovers of cars, this post would excite you but in my opinion it is a total show off of wealth. Most of them don't have taste! Some of the cars look like lego cars or foil papers. Yuck! And they are so expensive, that is the weird part. Okay enough of talking and more of pictures, do enjoy.

THIS IS FOR ALL MY MILITARY BOYS.

For all of ya who don’t know this, I am actually a military boy/man groupie. When did it start, hmmm I think when I attended Nigerian Navy secondary School, Navy town, Ojo. Actually I think I should make it a ‘naval man groupie’. I absolutely love the ceremonial white of the navy, it is so hot, hot, hawt. The blue ain't bad too. i can remember eyeing the military guys in their gear even though they could be mean at times (i was such a bad girl but nobody knew).

I actually said I was going to join the navy after I was through with school but I later found I was too small and short to join. But that has not stopped me from loving the Nigerian navy, actually all naval men and women look hot in their uniform.

I remember that my love for navy actually made me blurt out to a friend that said he wanted to join the army that he should consider the navy. I was like how could he have attended Nigerian navy school then go and join the army. I don’t know what happened but I found out later that he joined the navy and I was mighty pleased.

I recently found out that a couple more of my classmates are actually military boys now. Hot! Hot!! Hot!!! I am looking for trouble calling them ‘boys’, I really should call them men because any guy that goes through that military training and comes out alive is a MAN! But then I have known most of them since they were ‘puppies’, I really can’t call them 'men'. Maybe when they are in their uniform and are all mean and stuff, I would say men but till then, sorry boys you would still be called 'boys'.

I was once asked about 3 years ago if I could marry a military man, I kind of hesitated but in my heart I knew I could. Heck I saw them for six years. The only issue is that a military man is not stable. He gets posted everywhere and with little warning. Three of my friends have been posted recently from their previous base to delta, port Harcourt and Ilorin. I can just imagine if I was a military wife and the hubby has to go. My question is 'would I hop and leave with him?' I don’t think so. I might love him but I ain’t no wallflower. I like to do my own things. I am a pharmacist for God’s sake and I would want my own pharmacy. I hadn’t thought about this but the thought just came to me now. I am a pharmacist and I could get a job in any community pharmacy if I am willing to go with the hubby. The question is 'am I willing to give up on my dreams so that my family can stay together?'. My mum did that but I am not sure I can do it.

However staying apart is a recipe for disaster. First of all, I don’t trust men especially military boys. They can be wild even when they have a wife and kids. I don’t know if I want that turmoil of wondering what the hubby was up to. And then I am not interested in giving birth to my kids without their daddy being there, he put it in so he had better be there when it is coming out. One of my ‘military boos’ is called ‘Abidemi’, for the non yorubas it is a name given to children that are born when their dads are not around. He was born when his dad was on a course outside the country and his dad showed up later when he was 6 months old.

I was like WHAT THE HECK!! I won’t accept that. If I was pregnant and close to delivery I would disturb the powers of the military arm be it Navy, Army or Air force that my hubby belongs to, to get him home for the birth. If they prove stubborn as they will, I would cause such a fuss that they would have no choice than to bring him home. It is so easy for me to say, uhn? Well I am just saying……

The single military boys are uhm, something else. I know their game and I advise them not to try me. I may be a civilian but I got their number. They should go and scope other civies. But hey, who doesn’t want an officer and a gentleman. I saw a military wedding picture and it was so romantic. I don’t mind an officer and a gentleman but I have to weigh the pros and cons. It takes a strong female to be the wife of a military man; she has got to have guts and patience. I have guts (I think..) but I am lacking in the patience area. I would never say never to getting married to a military man because I don’t know what God has planned but right now I am perfectly happy having military boys as friends. Heck they are my own squad of bodyguards. So people don’t mess with this diva, she is fierce and protected…….lol.


That is all folks. Hope you loved my blog entry today. I hope to write soon.

Luv,
Petite Diva

BOYS AND THEIR GAMES

Hey Guys! I have had a very eventful couple of months. I have gone through both happiness and sadness modes. I have stood on the border of having a full blown depression because of my relationship with the first guy I have ever loved. I went into the ‘relationship’ that could not be called a relationship because of circumstances when I knew that nothing would result from it but I was in dreamland. I wonder what kind of spirit entered me and made me involve myself in something that was totally useless and unnecessary.

The long story cut short is that it ended horribly, a total disaster for me and nothing for him. Sometimes I wonder if females truly have fish brains like men claim because I am still amazed at how I got involved in it and lost every pride and confidence I had. Maybe it is good thing that it was never meant to be because I might have truly lost my personality if I was still involved with him. The lord truly works in mysterious ways. I am just summarizing it for now but I promise that I would give you guys the full story later. What I want to write on now is the new drama that has come after that.

Seems I am living in a reality show or soap opera lately cos stuff like this doesn’t just happen to me. However I think it is all good in the sense that I have material for my blog (yeee!). So here goes my reality show story.

Shortly after I had to say bye to my first love, I was just trying to cope the best way that I could. A friend of an acquaintance approached me; you could say he was a friend to me (kinda). The point is I never really talked to him. He was just a ‘say hi and small talk’ kind of person to me. Then the fact that his friends lived in the same compound/ corper’s lodge made us to see at times. There was an evening we gisted with other guys also being there. He asked for my number and I didn’t have a problem with giving him my digits. The fact that he was also a member of my church made him to be more in the circle of peeps that I could associate with.

Slowly we talked more; watched movies and he tried to be the perfect gentleman with me. One thing led to another and we locked lips (after trying to avoid the situation). I liked him. I had fun with him. We had play fights; I laughed more and felt good. I was really happy that my depression seemed to have disappeared. Maybe that was what made me vulnerable.

We continued talking and seeing each other. We got closer and I felt very good with him. However I was still missing my ex. In my mind I compared him to my ex. So I could never fully enjoy his company.

I had to promise myself that I would try to forget about my ex and enjoy the guy. He seemed so sweet and caring. So after some time I asked him to define what we were having. I didn’t want a case of misplaced thinking on my part. I was not interested in being a play or bed mate.

So he asked me out (is that the right phrase to use?), I considered it and gave him my answer some days after. My major problem was other people talking so we agreed to try and take it slow and keep it a secret from everyone.

When we were now comfortable, people started knowing about us. Then the beginning of issues started. I was being warned by the ‘guys’ (if you are following my blog you would know about the people I call the ‘guys’) to be careful. They thought that I was with him because he has the same surname as my ex. He was getting threats from them. Which made me wonder; what was wrong with the guy?

Long before the other guys knew about him, I had told my ex and he kept on saying be careful. I always thought maybe he didn’t want me to be happy. We actually fought because of that. But boooy was I wrong?

The words that were spoken made me think, then I started praying that if he is going to hurt me that God should reveal it to me before he gets the chance to cause any damage to me. To show that God answers prayer, some days after the ‘talking to’ that I received I got the shocker of my life.

What did I discover? Well, that is another story for another day. What I would tell you is that you really need to check this page very soon. It shows the essence of having friends that have got your back, praying and also the games that men play.

I hope you would join me for the concluding part.

See you soon,
Your ‘reality show’ Petite Diva.