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I think. Remember when I put up a post asking when it became uncool to use Sony? Well, since that post, I have been obsessively looking for my next laptop. At one time, I was leaning toward the Microsoft Surface, then I quickly fell out of love, and I don't even know why. I started doing research and that's how I found the MacBook. I mean, I didn't just find out about it (Igwe has one), but I have never owned a MacBook of any kind. The only Apple product I have is my third generation Read More
Tax season is in full swing, and would you believe that I made this list all by myself? Yes. I did. When I came to America and heard that the government gives back money, I was confused. I cannot say I completely understand how it works, but what I know for sure is how to spend it. Just like all other money, you can make it one way and spend it ten ways. But for now, let's focus on 5 ways to spend your 2015 tax refund. 1. Pay Off Bills (or Just a Bill): Scratch a bill off your to-do list, if Read More
I have a strange relationship with red carpet fashion. Sometimes I watch it, and other times I don't. Same thing for blogging about it. Sometimes I do, and other times I don't. Today, I'm doing. My favorites are Taylor Swift, Ciara, Ne-Yo, Gwen Stefani, and Rihanna. Let me explain Rihanna: It was not love at first sight, but then on a second and closer look, I like it better. But I realize that I like it Read More
The Super Bowl was this past Sunday and I'm still too upset to even talk about the Seahawk's loss. It's not just that they lost, it's how they lost --- an interception --- at the one yard line --- with 20 seconds to go. They should have handed it to Marshawn Lynch. I digress. The Patriots won the game (more like the Seahawks lost the game) and the Patriots coach, Bill Belichick celebrated and kissed his daughter on the lips in the process. Question is: what's wrong with this Read More
When I was little in Nigeria and my parents gave me the lesson about how to cross the road, it seemed like the lesson wouldn't end. Look left, look right, then look left again, then look right and left --- and then again. When I crossed with my parents - my mom especially - she would clutch my wrist as if I was at flight risk and she didn't want me to escape. And even with all the security measures, I wasn't even allowed to cross the road alone, so really, the lessons were pointless. In Read More
