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#I AM MAGICAL

I woke this morning feeling really good about myself and thought I should make today all about focusing on the things that make me unique... So in a bit you will get to read the little things I discovered today and over the years. I really think you should do this too, and lets see how long your list can get... cos I believe that the longer the list, the more magical you are. ENJOY getting to know me!!!

# My name is unique... I mean how many people get to be called Tiwaloluwa.
# I sleep late, most times I can't help it. I wonder if there is a medical term or explanation for that.
# I have the cutest height. Like what I learnt back in school, anyone taller than me is too tall and vice-versa.
# I don't like food....rice, beans, eba, amala arrrgh not my thing. But talk of cheese balls, biscuits, suya... yes *widegrin*.
# I can be very local...seriously give me hot dogs, baked beans, Chinese, shrimp... and you will know what I mean.
# I love writing..be it jargons or good, I will write it.
# My brain has a mind of its own. I really wouldn't call it short term memory, I just like to think my mind is good at prioritizing.
# If given the chance, I am very lazy.
# I never have trouble sleeping... Its one of the things that come to me easily.
# I hate drugs, simply because I can't swallow them so am forced to always chew.
# I totally believe in falling in love, fairy tales, knee popping kisses and all that stuff.
# I can be very into myself sometimes...like I just want to be alone.
# I can be annoyingly shy, but sometimes you just might find that hard to believe.
# If you want to catch me speechless...just ask/tell me "tell me about yourself".
# I hate routines... I bore easily.
# I think I think too much sometimes.
# I have a very imaginative mind...*chuckling* you will be amazed at what this mind can come up with (and am not saying they are all good, lol).
# I am terrible at beauty routines; Facial cleansing, washing my face every night...ZERO.
# I have big eyeballs. if you know me, then you will agree with me, but if you don't, wait till you see.
# I love dancing..not knowing how to, has never stopped me before. (if you plan on catching a glimpse of my skills, don't hold your breath)
# I don't like reading...funny for someone who likes to write. Thank God everyone isn't like me, because then there will be no one to read my stuffs
# I don't like cooking... hehe don't get me wrong o, I didn't say I don't know how.

Am kinda running out of stuffs so I will take a breather... My list might be short, but am still magical, my name remains the same and it was nice meeting you too.

Comments

Anonymous said…
nice one tiwa! keep it up!
wunmi said…
I found this fun to read.

Nice to meet you.LOL
Tiwa Alagbe said…
hehehe Nice to meet you too wunmi.

Thanks for dropping by!
mascot arthouse said…
::: Hmmm... revealing piece. TiwaOluwa,I can testify to that. You are FEARFULLY and WONDERFULLY made. "# My brain has a mind..." # I have a very imaginative mind..." plus item 11 & 13. :::
Tiwa Alagbe said…
Its good to have you here mon ami...thank you loads (for everything)

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