My comfort Zone.

I've become so comfortable where I am or have I? No! I'm not..at least psychologically, I'm not. I'm not where I'm suppose to be, but then I find myself relaxing in my present position and angry at the same time for being where I am. Funny enough, I'm the only one who can change my situation...maybe I have been waiting for someone to give me a push (Motivation), but it's not coming. So I've got to push myself, by myself..to where I need/want to be. I don't know If I have ever told you I wanted to go into fashion- for a long while I've had that in mind. I made effort even during service and while I was still in Gbagada with my aunt, but it didn't come through. I even almost got involved (marriage talks) with  someone who had the same passion as I have for fashion (that would have been a grave mistake). I have come up with a business plan-not totally drawn out though, on how to "start" in this passion of mine. I believe if I start there would be no looking back. Come January ending I intend to get the ball rolling with Chiek Couture. lol. Just call me Chiek.

Here is a sketch of my new logo/Monogram- yet to be developed.

My new Logo

I have a logo people know me with, it was created since my 4th year in school  but all of a sudden I thought it didn't just  fit to be used for a fashion line, So I came up with the new one above.

The one for architecture

Wish me God's grace.

This is Welcome.

I not only welcome you to this site, but myself also. It welcome to me not because it's my first time blogging but because, I am blogging for a different reason. I blogged at shesearches@blogspot.com, which was an online journal but move it to an entirely different site- WordPress  I changed (re-branded) the  the  shesearches@blogspot.com to this which I intend to use purely for design purposes.

I am an architect by training and a creative and innovative person by nature. My start might not be fantastic, but I had to convince myself to just start. I believe I'll surely get better for it as the days go by.

Happy 2013 Guys!

Finally got the opportunity to update my blog- thanks to the office resumption.
Honestly, I'm lost for words to write or even say. My emotions are just so mixed up. I've still not been able to sort them, or maybe I don't want to sort them. I don't know.

Just a rundown...

• He stopped calling me. DO
• He got me a watch for xmas/new year, but now I think it was actually a farewell gift.
• We finally went to see the movie I was owing us. It was a morning movie and he hurriedly left.
• He stopped replying my messages and chat
• I think he lied.

To more interesting things:

• I traveled home to see my folks. It was all Sleep, cook, sleep, cook...I didn't eat much. Didn't find the appetite.
• I attended church and other religious activities, went for deliverance....I caught the fire also started developing an addiction to Emmanuel TV like my folks are. lol.
• Met someone new-on the phone, we haven't seen face to face. We chat alot and he calls alot. I prefer chatting to calling though.
• I also am in constant chat with another guy- we went too UNN together he calls often too.
• I couldn't go swimming as I planned. So sad as I didn't find an opportunity to display my hot bikini and trunk..
• I was able to give my peeps little Xmas gifts.  They were all very excited. I wish I could do much more. Still owe them though.
• Also did some Xmas gifting to two people. Still have a lot on my list who I owe. Will find time in the year to do that.

This year I hope to blog more. Smile more, Give more. Work more, Socialize more, Pray more, Play more, Eat more, Sleep more. and Daydream less. lol

This can't be real

How do I start this story?
....An elder colleague who sit on my right in the office (he used to buy me biscuits everyday)  always calls me 'the girl from afikpo'. I always corrected him, insisting I'm not from that place and he should stop saying I come from there.

Fast forward to some weeks ago....

On one of my tiring trips home from work, I got a free lift at my final bus-stop to my house gate. He (The man who gave me the lift), tried chatting, but I was in no mood to respond cos I was damn tired. He told me his name and some other stuffs which I forgot when I got home. I gave him my number anyways (something I noticed I always do these day-you don't know were PP can come from).

After some time, I received a call from someone and he had to explain before I remembered who he was.
He calls at intervals but I always give him an legit excuses for not wanting to see him.

Fast forward to Yesterday
He called again and I finally told him where he could meet me (Same bus-stop he picked me up on the first day).
I got to the bus-stop and we met. He suggested we went somewhere to sit over a drink and chat. I refused and said he could talk while he took me to my gate. While he asked question, I noticed I only answered in monosyllabic sentences.  He irritates me-anyways, I was trying so hard to be nice. I remembered he asked me what my genotype was. I told him, then he blabbed about how a relationship he had failed because they were both AS. He also asked what my likes and dislikes were. I told him they were numerous. Finally ended up telling him I hated liars and dirt. I emphasized on the "dirt" because his car, probably him smelt funny. He mentioned he was from Afikpo and some thoughts crossed my mind. I was like what if the colleague in my office was prophesying into my life, anyway I was saying a silent God forbid. He is damn Ugly.

Btw...I had a dream last night. In it , i saw DO and very close Igbo friend. The Summary of the dream was basically that I'll  always come second in DO's life. If the dreams means anything...I'll find out by the end of this week. Today at work, he was acting sorta cold. I asked if i offended him in anyway and he said no. My conscience is clear.

I'm in Love....again.

Chioma is in love again oh!

I'ld call it dangerous love cos there are alot of odds. But honestly, now I'm in love with him I don't see those things as odds, cos I think I can comfortably overcome them.

I remember vividly, him asking me (not once, not twice) if I could marry a Yoruba man. I would scream No!! even add a God forbid. But now...I can and hope to.

Also the issue of faith. I'm Catholic and would love to remain so, but he's Pentecostal-this is a very tricky one cos I deep down hope I could win him over.

....
DO is leaving the office this December...he won't be resuming with us in January. I already miss him like mad. I hope we don't lose contact. You know what distance does to people-and since I'm not the calling type. But I'm so exciting for him and I wish him all the best (I pray for him everyday). He shall find favour in whatever he does. What ever he puts his hands to shall prosper-that's my prayer for him...and yes he should not forget me, cos he's always in my heart.

If you ever get to read this DO, I want you to know that I really care about you. The thought of you put a lasting smile on my face...and gives me joy in my heart. I really wish I could make you happier or do something for you (maybe a shoulder to lean on)but you always seem self sufficient-which is really good. If we get to work-splendid, but if you go and leave me behind, it's all good. Just know I feel honoured to have known you. I wish I had known you earlier!