Avoiding pain at all cost. What kind of life is that? Does that mean you can't be happy? Do you have to forefit possible happiness because of possible hurt and pain? If you are afraid that you might get hurt while in a relationship then how can you live a normal life? How can you experience all the goodness and badness of life?
Just be cautious and you can still be happy.
Don't avoid falling inlove just because you don't want to get hurt?

Surfing Ghanaian homepages
There are some sites you go to and have the uncontrollable urge to hit the back button but others have the little extra thingy that makes you wonder...
(by the way, these are all from ghanaweb.com)

I was going through some sites and came across Pigou. The July 28th post of some pictures from home simply cracked me up. It's really a shame and I couldn't help shake my head and think... only in Africa!

I have to admit, I haven't read the story of Richard but I love the layout. It's so nice and simple. However I'm not so sure about Afeeva's main page. I hate having to wait for a main page to load. But besides that, I have to admit, it's kinda different. I must have been realy tired when I saw Tha Thuggistry because I could swear I say the darkness engulfing the picture. It put a smile on my face to read "Worst quality: I can't keep ma mouth shut!!!!!!!!!"

Then there are sites like Steve Ababio's which makes you say Sheeeeeiii!!! Some peoples got skills!! And of course I can't talk about skills without talking about dear baby boy Faf and cutie Vincent Abanyie.

And I like Senyo's flash thingy.
Note to self... revisit Raymond Tettevi's site. How rare, a site who's content I actually find interesting.

Sometimes you surf onto a site you find interesting and you want to leave a message in thier guest book. Then I remember the page they have dedicated to thier religion and think... are heathens allowed to leave messages on the messageboard of non-heathens?
And oh... the shock of seeing people you know in the album of some random site. Especially when you know almost every person in thier album.

Just another sleepless night
Another musical late night. Then again, I did sleep till noon yesterday. I can't seem to get these songs out of my head. Maybe that's because I've been listening to them over and over again.
Stand by me -Pennywise & The Offspring
I Wanna be With You -Mandy Moore
Emotion -Destiny's Child
A New Day Has Come -Celine Dion
Adia -Sarah Mclachlan
Dreamer -Ozzy Osbourne
Have You Ever -Brandy
Hey Jude -Beatles
I Wanna Be Free -Marc Anthony
When Can I see You Again -Babyface
When Somebody Loved Me -Sarah Mclachlan
True Colours -Phil Collins & Babyface
Leaving on a Jet Plane -Nsync
You -Jesse Powell
Burn In Heaven -Sarah Mclachlan
Morning Has Broken -Cat Stevens

Wise sayings you were never taught in school (Pidgin translations)
* A rolling stone - somebody wey e push am
* Birds of the same feather - have the same mommie
* A stitch in time - de save more tear tear
* One good turn - be 'atwitwi' dat
* A bird in hand - go sh** for your palm inside
from Ghanaian Classmates

Couldn't Sleep
I had a dream last night in which the cats had ransacked the apartment. When I woke up and stamered into the bathroom, my dream came true. Toilet paper, hair stuff, all over the place. My very next thought was... the livingroom, the fish! Bubu would never believe it if I told her if the cat got them. They were safe, for the memoment.

I smell Bubu around sometimes and I smell her essence on my person. I understand the part about smelling her perfume around the house but I also smell "her" on me. Could it be that I'm starting to smell like her or am I just smelling things?

Oh what a night. I was up till 5am. Doing what? Downloading music and surfing the net. Couldn't sleep. It's very unlikely that I would have a problem being alone. No, it's not the being alone part, it's the sleeping alone part I'm not used to. I'm sure I'll be used to it in a week.
Am I becomming needy? Me? Wow, I guess people do change. But I believe deep down inside, I'm still a loner.

Long Day
Gosh, this is the longest day ever. I could hardly sleep last night (friday) and I haven't been able to nod off yet. I spent most of the day online, playing Text Twist. I think I'm a pro right now. Six hours of that game was enough to fry my brain.
Spent the rest of the day watching tv and yellling at the cats. Cursing Bubu for leaving me here with these insane beasts who love nothing better than to scratch me and fight. Did you know that cats fart? And it stinks! And to think all this time I was blaming Bubu. I'm thinking of donating them kitties before she gets back. Anyone want two crazy cats? I'll even throw in some fish if you want.
I am definately not an animal person!

Selfish
There's a little selfish part of me that wishes she didn't have to go. I hate to admit it but I'm going to miss her dearly. Selfish, selfish me. All I can think about is the fact that I'm going to be alone! Alone! I'm going to have to remember to feed the fish everyday, the kittens are going to give me hell and at the end of the day, she's not going to be home to make it all worth it. Alone.
On the other hand, she won't be bugging me about blogging everyday, hold up. Yes she will, she'll email, phone, instant message. Oh snap, what a wicked thing technology can be. Oh well I'll just have to remember to forget.

I don't understand those who think there's no big deal in using the word "God" in the pledge of allegance. They seem to think it's ok to mix politics and religion. Personally, I could care less but what would they say if "God" replaced with "Allah"? Something to think about.

Do i have to put a gun up your tushie before you decide to blog?!!!!!

Ginja
Oh no she didn't! She went and brought that cat into the house. I told her not to! I told her not to!!!! She just had to get that tabby cat, she just had to. We're doomed! Surrounded by cats. Slowly she turns into the cat lady.
Ok, so she's definatly adorable but 2 cats? Why??? So Zero can have company? Come on. Neither of them are declawed and Zero keeps hissing at her as if she were about to attack him. As for Gunja, she just ignores him as if he weren't even there. I guess she's used to having other cats around and he isn't. He's petrified of her even though she's half his size. Well, then again, he's never seen another cat before. I give him a week. He'll be purring and grooming her after she's done licking his non exisitant balls.

Guacamole
Bubu came home early today. I was still in her red silk morning gown and watering the flowers when the Zero jumped onto the tv and started messing around. He seems to have a behavioral problem. He's agressive and bored, not a good combination for a cat. The phone rang and in 15 mins I was getting ready to go grocery shopping with her.

After getting groceries Bubu suggested we go to Catalina's for lunch. It's a typical small seedy Mexican restaurant with peach colored walls and arched terra cotta doorways. It has benches that would look more comfortable in Mexico. We had supremem fajita with chicken beef and shrimp, and shredded beef chimichanga with refried beans and spanish rice. Yes, that was some meal! I had guacamole for the very first time. I have to admit, I've never tasted anything that good. It's my aphrodesiac. My head was spinning, my heart was fluttering, I even felt slightly tipsy and yes, I was even aroused. Bubu thinks it's just my endorphines reacting to the food but I could swear they put some weed or crack in that guacamole. What a way to get repeat customers.

A little later, we went to the animal shelter. I can not believe we're got a cat on hold. Yes a ginger tabby on a second hold. I have to admite, it's the sweetest cutest kitty ever but damn! We only want one because Zero's grown bored and restless and needs company. So after playing with about ten cats, we came back to the first one. Hopefully, it won't be available tomorrow when the first hold is taken off.

Water Front
Today was a long and interesting day. We went to the waterfront. It was nice and sunny, a little too sunny. I think we moved out of the sun about three times, just trying to get away from its burning rays. The tree we were under didn't seem to be doing any good. The scenery was nice too. The silvery navy blue river was calm as ever. People were walking by, prisoners of their own thoughts. I always wonder what they're thinking about as they go about their day.

There were children and adults alike playing in a giant fountain. I guess they don't get many sunny days. They were in swim suits and were having the time of their lives. I would have loved to join but didn't want to get my hair wet. Not after Bubu had spent hours fixing it up for me.

There was a black man sitting on the bench not far from us. At first I thought he was just a bum but when he pulled out his artwork I had instant respect for him. He was working on an acrylic paining of a ship on the water. A blend of beautiful blues, greens, yellows and reds gave the water a strange and unusually realistic look. People started crowding around and I could see they were impressed.

Pigeons flew by him and in that instant I made a mental note to remember that scene in time with the old man painting with a crowd round him and pigeons flying by. I'll some day make a painting of that.
Bubu and I spent a long time on the grass. It was as always, relaxing and fun. There were the little dogs that came by and started fighting in front of us. There were the muscled men jogging or biking bare chested all oiled and tanned. There was the man in a suit who just looked out of place. He must have been burning up in 95 degree weather. Despite all the bugs, we were there for a while. I guess the scenery made it all worth while.

Later on that evening, we went to a comedy club. Again, with free tickets. We're yet to pay for a show at that club. There really must be a sign somewhere that states that they have R rated jokes, or is it a XXX rating? All I know is that I felt mighty uncomfortable up in the front row with Bubu laughing her butt off while the dirty old man of a comic cracked jokes about some of the people in the front row. But I've got to admit, true to his word, he WAS funnier than shit!!

I've got to go to bed now.. somebody wants to meamea me before we sleep.

Oh, I just remembered. Faf put up a pic of those umm mmm lips on his on his blog. What a tease!

He thinks I'm jealous!
What the heck? Bubu's best friend thinks I'm jealous of him. I really don't get it. What exactly am I suppose to be jealous of? His close relationship with her, his manhood, what? If anything, I'm glad she's got someone who she's really close to, someone I can go to when I need to know "things" about her. I know how important it is to have someone on your side who'll tell you like it is.
I guess his first impression of me was that of, a jealous person? I'm generally a shy person and shy people are usually quiet. Once one gets to know me... once you get to know me I'm a just pain in the butt!

Oh how I love going through people's blogs!

Mighty geek writes... how we met
Bubbles writes... disclaimer
Faf writes... why's that?
Sin Dee writes... born assholes
Petro writes... a universal story
Gutterflower writes... open floors
Girlie writes... dumbass ex-husband
Naya writes... ybhw2
Jodi writes... attention

Sometimes you just need a little pick me upper...
Eve and God

Eve calls out to God... "Lord, I have a problem!"
"What is the problem, Eve?"
"Lord, I know you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all of these wonderful animals and that hilarious comedic snake, but I am just not happy."
"Why is that, Eve?" came the reply from above.
"Lord, I am lonely, and I am sick to death of apples."
"Well Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for you."
"What is a man, Lord?"
"This man will be a flawed creature, with many bad traits. He will lie, cheat and be vain. All in all, he will give you a hard time, but he will be bigger, faster and will like to hunt and kill things. He will look silly when he is aroused, but since you have been complaining, I'll create him in such a way that he will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will revel in childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He won't be too smart, so he'll also need your advice to think properly."
"Sounds great," says Eve, with an ironically raised eyebrow. "What is the catch, Lord?"
"Well,....you can have him on one condition."
"What's that, Lord?"
"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant, and self-admiring...So you'll have to let him believe that I made him first. Just remember, it's our little secret....
You know, Woman to Woman".

Crying Headache
Yesterday I woke up with a strange headache. It felt like a crying headache but I hadn't been crying. I went on all day.
I didn't know we weren't talking until I read her blog. I just thought she was giving me blunt answers because she was in one of her moods (like I sometimes am). I was already pissed from the day before with the person I hung up on. I guess I should have known but my head was throbing and I really didn't want to talk or think. Then I started wondering how long it would take for her to come up and talk to me about it if I didn't initiate the conversation. I thought maybe an hour max. Hours went by and each one made me more angry and more miserable.

Come bed time I was restless and agitated. I thought, if I apologized to whoever I hung up on I'd feel a little better. That didn't happen. I knew I had to talk to her before the night was through but the depressive emotion of the entire day had compressed and weighted down on me so much and the shame, oh the shame! She definatly doesn't need this emotional burden. What was I thinking? I was the one in the wrong. Why had I waited. Like a man, it was my pride, my ego, the dread of having to say "I'm sorry". But like a woman I broke down and cried. Why, oh why do we put ourselves through this drama?

I was sending a close friend an email and I thought hmmm....

Hey!
Are you still in your contemplative mood? I'm sorry she caused you such pain but in a way, I'm glad she did. It made you realise that things aren't always the way we expect them to be. There aren't many set rules in life. And life is not always what you make it. It's not black or white or even grey, it just is. There's no meaning to life unless you give it one.

Word of advice, life is what happens while you're searching for who you want to be and what makes you happy. So don't expect to find it any time soon. It will come to you but in the mean time, life must go on. Find your temporary happiness in the things that currently make you happy.

Don't you worry about our friendship. It'll still be there even when we're not here anymore. Dang, someone should quote me on that. Was good wasn't it?
Love always...

Got this from quantumtunnels blog on What he wishes you knew.
Ok, this is what I wish he(whoever he may be) knew:
1. Don't ask me to look pretty for you. I don't ask you to look sexy for me.
2. If you can't tell it to me in my face, write it down, email it. I'll understand.
3. Don't stalk me!
4. You can spend time with your friends, just don't do it when we've got something special planned.
5. You don't have to remember our aniversery, just my birthday.
6. Don't think I want to get married just because we've been together for so long.
7. When I want to be alone, it's not because of you.
8. Don't smother me. There's only so much sweetness I can take in a week.
9. If you want to do something nice for me, keep your hands and fingers clean.
10. Just because she's one of your best friends doesn't mean you should spend the night over at her place.
11. You know I love you if I kiss your morning breath!
12. Don't make me do anything I don't want to.
13. I want a small wedding in the park where we go for walks.
14. Don't ask me if I'm pregnant when I'm bloated.
15. Eating off your plate is a sign that I'm comfortable with you.
16. Don't introduce me to any ex's who still have crushes on you or who are prettier than me.
17. I'm a movie freak. Don't get upset if I go to the movies alone because you don't want to.
18. Don't ask me to say I love you, I'll do it when I mean it.
19. I just love watching you sleep. I'm not planning on killing you.
20. If I make you breakfast in bed it's not because I've done something wrong.
21. I'm not ambitious but that doesn't mean I want to be a housewife.
22. I don't care how much money you make as long as I don't have to support you 9 months out of the year.
23. I don't expect you to sleep on the coach just because we fought. Just don't touch me!
24. Just because I'm masterbating in bed isn't an invitation.
25. DON'T ask me about 3some with another woman if you're not willing to have 3somes with another man.
26. Don't be kind to strangers and mean to me.
27. It's not too small.
28. You're not too flabby. You don't really need to work out unless you want to.
29. No, your family can't come and stay for the entire summer!
30. I'll tolerate you pets. I don't have to love them.
31. Please tolerate my family. You don't have to love them.

I hadn't heard from a friend in a while and going through old emails I found this.
Subject: Life

My alarm went off -- it was Sunday again; I was tired -- it was my one day to sleep in. But the guilt I'd have felt the rest of the day would have been too much, so I'd go; I'd pray.

I showered and shaved, adjusted suit and tie, Got there and swung into a pew just in time. Bowing my head in humble prayer, but before I closed my eyes, I saw that the shoe of the man next to me was touching my own and I sighed. With plenty of room on either side, I thought,"why do our soles have to touch?" It bothered me so; he was glued to my shoe, But it didn't seem to bother him much. Then the prayer began: "Heavenly Father," someone said-- but I thought, "Does this man with the shoes have no pride?" They were dusty, worn, scratched end to end. What's worse, there were holes on the side!

"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on. The shoe man said a quiet "amen." I tried to focus on the prayer, but my thoughts were on his shoes again. Aren't we supposed to look our best when walking through that door? "Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, glancing toward the floor. Then the prayer ended and songs of praise began. The shoe man was loud, sounding proud as he sang. He lifted the rafters; his hands raised high; The Lord surely heard his voice from the sky. Then the offering was passed; what I threw in was steep. The shoe man reached into his pockets, so deep, and I tried to see what he pulled out to put in, then I heard a soft "clink," as when silver hits tin. The sermon bored me to tears--And no lie-- it was the same for the shoe man, for tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service, as is custom here, We must greet the visitors and show them good cheer. But I was moved inside to want to meet this man, So after the closing, I shook his hand. He was old, his skin dark, his hair a mess. I thanked him for coming, for being our guest, He said, "My name's Charlie, glad to meet you, my friend," And there were tears in his eyes--but he had a wide grin. "Let me explain," he said, wiping his eyes. "I've been coming for months, and you're the first to say, "Hi." I know I don't look like all the rest, But I always try to look my best." "I polish my shoes before my long walk,But by the time I get here they're as dirty as chalk." My heart fell to my knees, but I held back my tears, He continued, "And I must apologise for sitting so near." "But I know when I get here, I must look a sight. And I thought . . if I touched you, our souls might unite." I was silent for a moment knowing anything I said would pale in comparison, so I spoke from my heart not my head. "Oh, you've touched me," I said. "And taught me, in part, That the best of a man is what's in his heart." The rest, I thought, this man will never know. . . How thankful I am that he touched my soul!
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You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next year, don't want to talk at all the year after that. So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I respect you and truly cherish you.

It all started with the question, "do you feel that I'm I keeping you here against your will?" I seriously don't know where that question came from but I'm sure it must have had something to do with something. Was it something I said or did that made her feel that way? I guess I should have known when she said, "I can blog about anything right?" I just didn't expect this. I don't like drama and even though it's just her opinion, just her expressing herself, venting, I know it's going to cause some major drama.

For those of you just joining us. Bubu my "buddy" feels that... Well, I'm not exactly sure what she feels but I know that her post is going to cause a whole nother headache. And all I had mentioned to her was that he (my other buddy) would like me to come back.

It's not worth the drama to me. There is hurt and there is pain. I don't see the need to compound it so (u know who you are) please don't ask me about it. Bubu, I still love you regardless. I know you have the right to voice your opinion but is it worth it if it's going to give those you care about a headache?

But I must admit...

Oh how my nails have grown!

Soo Excited!
I was so excited to find out that she had Adobe Illustrator 9.0 on her computer. I couldn't contain myself. Mind you, I've never used it or even seen it before. Like a little kid, I played with it for hours and hours. I created my very first masterpiece. Ok, it was just a doodle but my doodles are classic. I tried to save it and alas... it was only a trial version which does not allow you to save. Dang Namit!

A few more I couldn't resist...

Oye como va
Misheard them as:
Oh yeah come over

Song: Mrs. Robinson -Artist: Simon and Garfunkel
The real lyrics were:
Jesus loves you more than you will know
But misheard them as:
She's a sluzzy moron you will know

Song: Mrs. Robinson -Artist: Simon and Garfunkel
The real lyrics were:
Jesus loves you more than you will know.
But misheard them as:
She's a slut. That's more than you should know.

Song: The Sound of Silence -Artist: Simon and Garfunkel
The real lyrics were:
Ten thousand people maybe more
But misheard them as:
Ten thousand people making war

Song: Lucky -Artist: Britney Spears
The real lyrics were:
She's so lucky; she's a star,
but she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart.
But misheard them as:
She's so lucky in her car,
but she cry, cry, cried when they stole her car.

PMS is such a downer. No wonder guys think women are PMSing whenever they're acting bitchy. But they never realise that you could be depressed or just want to be alone when PMSing too. It sucks because you just don't feel like doing the things you really want to do and all you can do is wait for it to pass. Chemical changes occur in the head and you feel like it's playing with your emotions. Speaking of which..
Bubu and I were at kissthisguy.com (misheard lyrics) and for Destiny's Child's lyrics to thier song Emotion
The real lyrics were:
Cry me a river that leads to your ocean
But they were misheard as:
Cry me a river that leads to erosion

Someone else misheard the real lyrics:
It's just emotions taking me over
Misheard them as:
It's just Beyonce taking it over

that definately put a smile on my face!

WHAT'S MY MOTIVATION TODAY?

Blah day
It's been one of those blah days when your mind races in a million different directions. One of those weeks when you have bloggers block. I was thinking of commercials that I like and all that comes to mind are gap, cotton, and gieco.

Am I experiences brain freeze or overlaod? Words words words with no meaning.... art stores, scroll code, buttons, touch, dictionary, help, face, warm, eyebead, effect, veter, yam, nausea and blah. Let me know if YOU can make sense of it.

I really need to finish Women's Moods -what every woman must know about Hormones, the Brain and Emotional Health. I stoped reading it after the first few chapters, it seemed sexist but I'll go back to it when I get hold of a copy.

Maybe it's because I'm easily amused or maybe I'm just weird. I surfed onto Blogicon which just made me laugh. I think I'm turning into a blog addict.

The Word of the Day
Cupidity \kyoo-PID-uh-tee\, noun: Eager or excessive desire, especially for wealth; greed; avarice.
Cupidity ultimately comes from Latin cupiditas, from cupidus, "desirous," from cupere, "to desire." It is related to Cupid, the Roman god of love.