IDGAF

Hello, my name is Precious and I’m a nice girl. A very nice loving girl. Polite and well mannered. Kind, caring and giving.
Quite understanding and compassionate, if I should say so myself :’D
Filled with the purest love in my soul that sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode.

But, please, don’t ever think for a second, that I live my life worrying about what conclusions you’ve made of me or if you’re looking at me wondering whether I’m crazy, weird or just “different.”

IDGAF - Seriously.

I don’t give a fuck if you judge me, insult me, walk past me or don’t like me. I don’t give a fuck if it rains and I have to make a run for it or dash across the road while my hair gets wet.
I don’t give a fuck who’s looking when I’m dancing.
I don’t give a fuck about first class seats and high roller shinanigans.
Economy will do, a public taxi will do, and a candle will do just fine if there’s no electricity or any other options.
I don’t give a fuck about the many things that you probably think I give a fuck about about.
My outfits, whether I have make-up on or not. If I have Gucci or not, if I have a massive flat or not.
I don’t give a fuck about material things unless they have sentimental value. Also, I don’t give a fuck if I’m in VIP, standing in line.. or not.

I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m a dumb model who lives a careless and scattered life. I don’t give a fuck about stretch marks and cellulite, pimples and scars. What’s the point of giving a fuck about things you can’t do much about? Things you may as well just accept?
I mean, the cellulite and stretchmark issue is a big one for the girls because it leads to less confidence and uncomfortable-ness* during sex. Hayi. This is an unnecessary “give a fuck” o_O 
Boys don’t give a fuck about those things. #Fact.

Moving on… I don’t give a fuck if you’re sitting there, reading this and thinking “Oh boy, what a filthy mouth.” - Because at the end of the day, if I don’t write this the way I feel like writing it with however many fucks, afraid of what you may think, then, that would mean I give a fuck. And I don’t.

This is me speaking my mind, you should try it :p
I’d rather speak my mind, than be a kiss ass or a suck up. I’d rather be honest or shut up, than give a fuck.
Too much time is wasted on giving a fuck about bullshit.

So now you’re probably thinking: “Yoh this one is not in a good mood.” Ha! Snap out of it, because you’re wrong, I’m in a jolly good mood.
Hmmm..
Actually, it’s also ok if you don’t snap out of it, because.. you know…. I don’t give a fuck. Lol.

Not giving a fuck doesn’t mean you’re rude or mean.
Not giving a fuck doesn’t mean you’re reckless..
Not giving a fuck doesn’t mean you’re jaded or bitter..
Not giving a fuck doesn’t mean you’re self absorbed or that you don’t “care”

Not giving a fuck is being unaffected. Eg) By people’s opinions. 
You know the kind of opinions you never really ask for. Like when a person says: 
“Dude, you can’t do that to your hair, you can’t wear green with purple, you can’t eat with your hands in public, you can’t go there dressed like that, you should be perfect, you can’t cry in public, you can’t move on so quickly, you can’t sub-blog or sub-tweet. Or.. gosh! You can’t say THAT!” 

Bleh.. I said it, and you read it. What you take from of it is up to you, and just incase you haven’t grasped the concept so far……..
You can also choose to Not Give A Fuck. Yeah you. Stop giving a fuck. *_*

Another thing I don’t give a fuck about is stereotypes. There are many places I’ve travelled to. One of those places being Nigeria. Oh.. How I love Nigeria. Been there 7 times. The people are warm, everyone says “You’re Welcome, yes oh, I no tire, hello please and I beg.” Things I say often as they’ve become part of my speech.
Traditional Nigerian people are content and they are rooted. They are cultured and they have much wisdom and many life lessons to share. They are simple, warm, homely and lovely, especially in the small towns and villages of Kaduna and Kano. Where the locals are unaffected by the riches and spoils of the world. They smile and greet you from the bottom of their hearts. Grateful and content in life.

I have many Nigerian friends who are often shaken by how much I love their country, and how open I am about that love. 
It’s simple really, I love Africa, and I’ll go wherever I want with whom ever I want for as long as I can, and I’ll make the most of it and learn from that country and it’s people. 
And when the topic of girls going to Nigeria comes up, I don’t give a fuck if you think I’m going there for some rich man or whatever it is that’s going through your head. Yeah, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. I don’t give a damn fuck (As my friend Phatso often says)

Pffttt

It’s MY life, innit? And I can do as I please, to be fair.
All within reason ofcourse. I mean I won’t sell my soul or go against the Value Set. I won’t piss people off just for fun or be unnecessarily dismissive, inconsiderate or unreasonable, or create a messy situation and then say “I don’t give a fuck.” 
No no. That’s not giving a fuck, that’s being a bitch. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr…..
Bitchiness is in all of us somewhere, and sometimes the monster will surface, when someone grinds us and pushes us to a point of no return. When you catch yourself saying the coldest thing at the bat of an eyelid, conscience free, and still go home to have a glass of Merlot. Because someone pushed, and people do tend to constantly push red buttons. Fok.

It takes a lot for MY monster to show herself though, a LOT.. and when she snaps, that should never be confused with not giving a fuck.
And, being stand-offish and cold should also not be confused with being a bitch. Sometimes you’re just not in the mood.
Just as much as getting annoyed and reacting should not be confused with being short tempered.
If you annoy me and I feel like reacting, I WILL. If you don’t give a fuck about being a pest, then I don’t give a fuck too. I’ll give you a piece of my mind, and tell you off.

And having said that, I MUST add, that there are many things I give a fuck about.
I give a fuck about my family and their well being, I give a fuck about my friends and whatever dramas they may be going through, I give a fuck about helping people and spreading the love, sharing and doing good. I give a fuck about sunsets and rainbows, the rains rains and the sunshine. Hikes and yoga and swimming and being a free spirit.

I give a fuck about tradition and culture and self preservation. 
I give a fuck about self love and confidence, cleanliness and tidiness.
I give a fuck about beads, hand crafted art pieces, cottons, headwraps and my favourite pair of converse sneakers.
I give a fuck about food and water and shelter and the simple things in life that people take for granted.
I give a fuck about laughing until my tummy hurts and singing to my heart’s content.
I give a fuck about reading and knowledge and being the best that I can be.

I give a fuck about children and struggling mothers. As well as young girls who need someone to listen to them and say: “Everything will be ok.”
I give a fuck about people who in any way, shape or form, have been a positive part of my life. Those who have opened their hearts, welcomed me into their worlds and shared with me without thinking twice.
I give a fuck about honesty and integrity, respect and loyalty.
I give a fuck about sugar and spice, and all things nice ;)

I give a fuck about the people who had to work in the fields to plough the mealie I’m eating right now ♥

I give a fuck, a big load of fuck.. about LOVE.

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I really don’t give a fuck about gossip, negative energy, hypocrites and their double standard behaviour.
I don’t give a fuck about what you do, where you do it, how you do it, who you do it with, or how much of it you do. As long as it doesn’t involve me directly :p

I don’t even give a fuck about your insecurities and complexes, there are more important things in life to give a fuck about.
And to be honest, not a lot of people give a fuck, they’re too busy with themselves, going on their own missions, pushing their own agendas, doing whatever the fuck they want. Unaffected. Living life.

NOT. GIVING. A FUCK.

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In this blog: 55 Fucks (This may be a miscount)

But then again, who gives a fuck? *

☺

Presh Mak

This man….

This man is pure seduction.

The way he moves, the way he dresses… the way he talks. 

His aura is seductive. 

Whenever he walks into a room women stare.. eat up the air he breathes.

They wish he would look at them, but his eyes are for one woman only. 

She has noticed the envy in the other women’s eyes when he approaches her in public. He always smoothes his hands down her neck, playing them into her hair at her nape to pull her in for his kiss… “Hello” and smiles as he looks into her sparkling eyes.
She is completely under his spell… 

But little does she know, that he too, is under a spell. Her spell.

He can’t get enough of her sweetness. Can’t believe he could ever have enough…

So he makes sure to treat her right and never let her get away. 

He’s not bothered about the rest of the women in the world.
He only wants this one woman. 

She is the only one he wants in his bed. 

The only one he wants to kiss, love and touch softly. 

He doesn’t want to cuddle with anyone else. 

No one else will have his children, his love…. 

or his heart. 

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It’s all hers.

The love of his life.

☺

Presh Mak

#SubTweet

ReTweet. CoTweet. NinjaTweet. RandomTweet. HungryTweet. AngryTweet. HappyTweet. LoveTweet. InfoTweet. NewsTweet. MusicTweet. LyricTweet. PoeticTweet. HeartbreakTweet. etc.

FunTweet…

The most interesting of the lot being the SubTweet. When someone tells you off about your behaviour or misconduct. I’ts usually a tweet sent out in the hope that the person whom it concerns will see it and take a hint. Subtweets often mock, insult, accuse or attack the person/s being subtweeted. Venting without mentioning names. Quite indirect.

I’m no angel when it comes to sending STs, to be honest I’ve sent quite a few, which I don’t regret by the way :p, and often I’ve wondered if I was being a coward. 
Examples:

“F-ck you!”

“Drunks are so annoying. Yeah. You. You’re a drunk, and you’re annoying. Stay away from me.”

“I don’t understand how people can be so horrible. Especially close friends. Yoh. #endsfriendship #blocksfriend.”

“You shouldn’t throw tantrums on twitter. We don’t care if you can buy YFM. Sit down :’D”

“Stop dissing people and look at yourself for once, you’re not that awesome to be honest.”

Just like that.
So now, a few weeks ago there was a series of events which led me to pay a little more attention to the way people tweet, the things they say, the people they tag etc. And I noticed that there’s a lot of subtweeting happening. 
There are the intellectuals, the entertainers, the jokers, the poets, the writers, the nerds, the “brands”, the informers, the movers and shakers, the entertainers, the bloggers, the likers of things, the gossipers, the chatters, the stir’rers, the venters, the attention seekers and everyone else in between. For me, the thought share’rers are the best, and the chatters are the most annoying. Chatters RT conversations, they RT anything and everything, responding to every RT + RT + RT. 
Grrrr.. 
Can’t cope with the chatters. (I don’t follow chatters)
All of these people subtweet when they are pissed off or annoyed, and their inner circles will comment and/or RT the subtweet, depending on how much ‘inside info” they have. Often paranoid people will assume the subtweet is about them, or jump to conclusions that it was about someone they know, or try to guess who the subtweet (or subliminal message) is directed towards. (To be fair, I do this too… Sometimes) x_x

What I found interesting was something to do with a few people I know. A girl forcing her friend to unfollow someone she said was “evil” and then bragging about it. This person being called evil, is a person I know personally* (Ha), a person I love and care for, a person who is not perfect, a person who makes mistakes and is also trying to figure this life thing out, a person who is also learning, a person who has his faults and a person who is very far from being evil. You may ask yourself how I know for sure, who the person being called “evil” was, well, to me it was pretty obvious.

Assuming that the girl had been hurt and incredibly disappointed, I still thought it was a bit harsh, and knowing the inside story, this shocked me senseless, and led me to google definitions of the word evil. Yes yes, ofcourse I knew what the word meant, but to find the definitions online was a way of proving to myself that I wasn’t being too ‘sensitive’.

This is what I found: Evil: -

Profound immorality, wickedness, and depravity, esp. when regarded as a supernatural force. eg) - the world is stalked by relentless evil. -Embodying or associated with the forces of the Devil. eg) - we have been driven out of the house by this evil spirit. - Morally reprehensible : sinful, wicked, arising from actual or imputed bad character or conduct (a person of evil reputation). - Archaic, causing discomfort or repulsion. - Causing harm: pernicious (the evil institution of slavery), marked by misfortune.

Heavy.

After reading all this it was clear to me that I wasn’t overreacting. So I went to read the subtweets again, and a few others within the inner circle which were in the same hateful tone, I decided that this Name-trashing is in itself an evil-ish act. 
Attaching someone’s name to such titles is evil-ish. 
Being hateful and trying to ruin people’s reputations is evil-ish. Such behaviour may not be entirely evil, but it was meant to put someone down, and that, to me.. is evil-ish. 
Calling someone evil is a serious accusation to make. Especially when there are other people involved, people who may trust you or take your word for it. People who may be discouraged to work with or associate themselves with the “Evil person”.

Imagine people who don’t know you, but have been told you’re a bad person. That you lack ethics and that you’re evil. All from he said she said, apparently coming from someone who has been close enough to come to this conclusions. 
A girl who acts as though she has never done any wrong in her life. 
She who rides a very high horse and has a sense of self entitlement. 
She who claims to love the person whom she’s name-trashing. 
She who pretends to have never made a selfish decision in her life. 
She, Miss perfect, who calls me a snake when she hardly knows me. Someone who has people-pleasing issues. Someone who thinks lashing out on  twitter is the right thing to do. Someone who doesn’t even realise that she has exposed her self absorbed tendencies, her weaknesses, her flaws, and scattered thoughts to 1000+ followers, and whoever else who has been watching from a distance. 
Someone who sees nothing wrong with putting people down. 
Which makes me wonder which boat she missed, what her friends are saying to all of this, if they are entertaining her evil-ish behaviour or trying to calm her and enlighten her. I wonder when she’ll start acting like a level headed adult, I wonder if she’ll face her fears and eventually confront whatever issues lie within herself and stop blaming her unhappiness on other people. I wonder if she’ll be good to herself and forgive and forget, ease the storm within her and find inner peace… or if she’ll continue to live with her heart in a knot.

I wonder if she’ll ever come across “The rules of Life” by Richard Templar. 

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*sigh*

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One of the things I keep saying is this: “It’s not just twitter, it’s an extension of the self.” What you tweet says a lot about the kind of person you are. Whether you wear your heart on your sleeve or not. Observers will know if you’re serious, bitter, angry, heartbroken, sad, happy, annoyed, dumb, silly, chatty and so on, whichever way you choose to express it. Whether it’s through a song, a quote, a snappy one-liner or even a single word. 

Observers will know when you contradict yourself or going against what you believe in to impress the people. Observers will know if you have double standards.

Think before you tweet.

People are watching.

☺

Presh Mak

Broken girl…

Do not let heartbreak make you bitter,
Do not hurt others to make yourself feel better.
Try not to discourage those who are still hopeful,
They’re just like you, but not as tearful.
Please, young girl, don’t dwell on the past,
Perhaps tomorrow love will cross your path.

Light a candle when you’re feeling empty,
Sing a song when you’re almost sleepy.
Go for a walk and see the sunset,
Take a deep breath, for there is nothing like the present.

Draw, paint, write and read,
Hear the music and dance to the beat.
Let your heart race and feel alive,
Don’t ever let the fire die.
The wind of pain shouldn’t put out your flame,
The wounds will heal, the scars will fade.

And this you will realize when your mind is still….

…. That Love lives in your heart and it always will.

☺

Presh Mak