Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once:
that’s the motto,nigga YOLO
OYA YOU CAN STOP SINGING 😛
As for those who did not catch on quick, those are lines from the chorus of the Drake featuring Lil wayne song titled ‘ THE MOTTO’ released November 2011.
Ever heard of the Y.O.L.O phrase? Hell even my mum musta heard of it. But If you haven’t, it is a popular urban slang and according to one of the definitions given by www .urban dictionary.com it is an abbreviation for, ‘YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE’.
Urban dictionary also defines it as ‘ the dumbass’s excuse for something stupid they did’ or the idiot’s version of ‘Carpe Diem’ (Latin for ‘seize the day’)and I totally agree(I still like the song sha :$) but like it or not Yolo is still trending ,especially on Twitter and the Drake featuring Lil wayne song lends credence to this fact for it made the phrase really popular in 2011. As soon as ‘THE MOTTO” dropped, the Y.O.L.O craze began
I looked it up again and discovered Drake’s song is not the first usage of the term, there is a 1938 crime movie with this same title and prior to the Drake song, Y.O.L.O was mostly used by college girls contemplating taking shots.
The Y.O.L.O philosophy is this ; we all have one life to live, so make the most of what you’ve got, live your life to the fullest and don’t be afraid to try out new things or break rules .live a fun , exciting life and occasional stupidity is allowed.
This would be a really cool way of life but most people tend to overdo things, it is in our nature. People still use Y.O.L.O as an excuse to act irrationally or be downright stupid or too carefree. I recently read about the parents in Connecticut who allowed their five year old daughter swim with sharks, parents sef dey Y.O.L.O? Oyibo people sha, chei! How about people who tattoo the name of their favourite celebrity/celebrities all over their body, dem still no know say una exist
Anyways here’s how I see it, we only live once abi? fine. Let’s all try to do meaningful things with the little time we have on Earth. Here’s how I’ll Y.O.L.O, by creating a bucket list 🙂 . Maybe as I accomplish each activity or ‘feat’ as d case may be on my list, I’ll scream Y.O.L.O and imagine myself as King Leonidas in 300 doing a victory chant just for the fun of it ,but be rest assured , I do not intend to kiss a cobra or catch a grenade for anyone, or slap my project supervisor who is yet to grade my project work all in the name of Y.O.L.O ,while im all for having a good time and living life to the fullest , I do not have a death wish, just a bucket list which am about to share with you guys *sheepish grin*
Look at it as my own way of saying ‘Y.O.L.O WISELY!’
MY BUCKET LIST
1: Learn Yoruba (I am ashamed to admit this considering I was born and bred in the city of Lagos,but I cannot string a single sentence in this language) 😦
2: To successfully manage My brother’s career and take him to the point where he becomes a superstar
3: To travel all around the world
4: Play naked in the rain.( I haven’t done this since I was a kid, but I will do it one of these days ,preferably when it’s raining heavily and in one ‘coro’ where dey won’t cash me 😀 )
5:Fall in Love, not lust o, not infatuation. But LOVE baby .Loooove. *dreamy sigh*
Okay that’s it for now, to be continued when I think of more fun, safe things to add to my list.
You have a bucket list? Feel free to share with me!
Hi people,
Before you go on to read my blog, I would have you know that this is my very first blogging experience, in other words I just lost my blogging virginity. Oops! , go easy on me pleeeeeeease, pretty please :). be gentle with your comments. I’ll get better with time i promise *wink* , ENJOY!
‘BELIEVE YOU ME’ like my late grandma would say, I used to write as a child.
Now I know a lot of people who eventually venture into professional journalism say this, infact anyone who’s made a name for doing something will claim to have started out at an early age, singers especially,they always say ‘ I used to sing in my church choir’. hell I bet some were even dancing (kicking) in their mother’s wombs when music was played. LOL especially for naija where we no dey carry last.
We all say this more to convince ourselves than anyone else that we are legit, the real deal, not a lab experiment gone wrong, we can rap, sing, draw, write, whatever unique thing it is we think we can do, or know we can do, because we know it damn it! (Phew…fans self…drinks some shid wota). Do you ever marvel at the awesome awesomness of cold water? Its just so….what? Why are y’all staring? Did I belch?….confused look…Oh! Sorry, did I change the topic?….goofy smile…errm….where was I?….aha!….Yes we can do it and we know it. I had to stop myself from saying we are sexy and we know it…..giggling…..whaaaat?! You don’t find that remotely amusing?…..crickets….Nawa o! Una harsh..anyways..
To be honest, I am just content to be doing something i should have done before now, this whole blogging thing. This is far from professional, what with the limited number of words contained in my vocabulary, and all the internet slangs I am so used to saying, the line between proper English and ‘Urban English’ is very blurry to me, it’s as blurry as the line between good and evil……audience gasps…..what? Y’all feel like saying somn? *side eye*…….I thought so too……So yes I did write as a child and I would rip papers from my note books, write short stories ,steal…scratch that I mean borrow before una go dey shine eye like say una no dey borrow tins..*hiss*…. BORROW my mum’s stapler from her cupboard or bag, or wherever else she hid it so my brothers and I won’t find it, and I would staple pieces of paper together, and voila! My storybook was complete.
I’d distribute them to my classmates in my primary school, feeling like I was rendering a service to humanity, although I initially sold my intellectual property as a toddler for about five naira or so..*covers face* five naira could buy you plenty of bubble gum, kuli kuli and biscuit then o, yes ke! But I had to stop selling and start giving my classmates my stories to read for free because not many of them were willing to part with the their lunch money in exchange for a good read….I wonder if I shoulda been a bully?..stop giving me side eye jor..anyway I forgive them for they did not know what they were doing.
I used to write essays too and I remember giving some to my folks to mail to ‘JUNIOR GUARDIAN’. You remember ‘JUNIOR GUARDIAN ‘ don’t u? if you are within my age bracket, you should, except u never read the Guardian newspaper. Aah, memories.. *smiles* but trust naija parents or my own parents atleast, they never sent them. You can imagine how heartbroken I felt when I went home in my second year in the university for the holidays, and while helping my mum put her room in order ,i discovered a stash of old dusty papers which turned out to be those essays I used to write…Nna ehn, My parents played me serious 419 o, Chei!… and even though I vividly remember how I would look forward to seeing my write-ups in the kiddies section of the Guardian and being crushed weekend after weekend when reading that particular section and not seeing any of my essays, I still wonder why I did not run away or call the cops on them, and after the realization that my mother’s cupboard was where they had all ended up, I showed them to her and she laughed. At that point all I could say was thank God she could not read minds….*evil grin*.
All that’s in the past, although I still haven’t completely forgiven my folks *wailing* ok Linda, calm down, wipe your tears, you can do this without getting overly emotional…*sniff* so where was I again? *sniff* Yes, i did write as a child (and yes I will keep repeating this *tongue out*) and I did dream of becoming a writer and having my books published and sold all over the world and even though I lost it somewhere between wanting to also become a lawyer, an actress and the first Nigerian female president(ssshhhhh, I never told anybody this) I still have a little bit of that little writer somewhere inside me.
I may not be as verbose as most other people, I sincerely cannot recollect the last time I glanced at the dictionary on my phone or anywhere else, and like I pointed out earlier, my vocabulary is a composition of funky internet slangs plus a few proper English words. I am also pretty sure I’m not the only one like this, oya catch your sub, like una dey yarn for twitter. Oops! You now see what I mean? *blushing*
Before I bore y’all to death, bottom line is, I may not be doing this right but i am having the time of my life and I’ll get better with time, I lost it and am on a journey to regain it. I am not perturbed by the fact that there are a zillion other bloggers or that I probably sound retarded, but like Billy Joel , an American pianist and singer said ; ‘If you are not doing what you love, you are wasting your time’. C’est fini.
random musings 