A day at the zoo.
Some days you just don't feel like doing anything. That's how it started till we were rudely ushered out of bed by annoying phone calls. It was a nice day to be at the zoo. We saw all sorts of interesting animals but they all seemed to be depressed. There were the asian elephants, varieties of monkeys, cats, goats, birds, wolves, giraffs etc.

The tropical African room felt so much like home to me. The humidity was heavenly. To my friend, it must have felt like hell. I don't know how anyone with asthma could ever survive in Ghana. I'm not sure there are many asthmatics in Ghana. How would they deal with the humidity of the rainy season or the dryness of the hamattan?

The bats were a hoot. All I know about them is that the rest upside down. It never occured to me that they'd have to pee and poop right side up. One mischevious little bat peed in one of the food pans and flew to the other end of the cage to rest. I'm sure he had a grin on his face.

The tigers were awesome. When they awoke, I realised why I love those creatures so much. There's just something so majestic about them. Somehow despite how good they looked they seemed so tired and depressed. These animals need their exercise. They need to be the wild animals that they are. Cages can be so limiting. The leopards were not much better. I could have sworn that one in particular had obsessive compulsive disorder. It kept pacing back and forth in the same crestlike motion, never looking up or around at its audience. I guess it just didn't care anymore.

Even the monkeys seemed depressed. They stared with empty eyes. They must be dreaming of freedom, if they even know what that is. A baby monkey stuck to it's mothers tit while she checked him for tics. A beautiful mother and child moment. The birds were pretty cool too but even they didn't seem to have the aliveness of animals in the wild. I guess that's why it's a zoo.

Despite the depressive atmosphere, it was a nice warm day to spend with someone special. I think my favorite part was sitting on the bench watching people walk by. It seemed so relaxing as if we hadn't a care in the world. Well, maybe one. We were looking for someone to take our picture.

ErotiCAT
My friend has an adorably annoying neurotic cat called Goofy who responds to cat or animal. He's absolutely the cutest smokey-black cat ever. The goofball is so full of energy, he'd chase his shadow and chew it of he could. He loves chasing after invisible objects and eats everything including paper, plastic and human hair. He likes his privacy when he's in the litterbox. He purrs when he wants attention and sleeps in the oddest places. His favorites, where ever your head should be, in the book you're trying to read and by the computer. I swear that cat is schitzo.

Goofy has the strangest habit late at night and into the early morning. Grooming and licking you as if you were his dirty little kitten. He parts your hair with his sharp claws and paws and slobbers all over your scalp licking it and wetting your hair. He makes the weirdest sound as he does it. It's almost as if he's enjoying himself. I guess as a cat with no balls, he's got to find a way to satisfy himself.

The neurotic creature will lick the back of your neck and ears. He doesn't seem to mind being pushed away, he'll be back in 5 seconds. It doesn't matter how hard you try to keep the covers over your head, he'll dig his way through them. The scary thing is that if you didn't know it were the cat with his sandpaper like tongue, you'd swear someone was trying to turn you on. Did I say it was a turn on? I plead the fifth. All I can say is that I now know the cat lady's secret!

On the 24th of May I went to a graduation. I have never been to a more boring ceremony in my entire life. There was no music besides the ordinary graduation music. There was no dancing. The students didn't seem excited. If anything they were in a hurry to leave. I felt sory for those who recieved an empty tube (no diploma inside). The host went on and on about September 11th and how life has changed after that. That must have been the most depressing graduation service ever. It would have been more eventful if it had rained.
After the ceremony, we had our own little celebration which was far more interesting. Ghanaians do not mess around with thier partying. There was music, plenty of food, dancing, noise and someone making a fool of themselves. After the ceremony, there were more partying till the next day. Now that's how Ghanaians celebrate and event, any event. Funeral, birth, whatever, there's always a joyful ring to it, a concept I wish were practiced everywhere.

Baby Blues
On the 16th of May, I met the most gorgeous baby ever. His name is Julius. Such a happy baby too which is pretty rare. The 3 month of baby hardly ever cries. He loves to play and he loves to laugh and all he needs to fall asleep is his pacifier and his stuffed toy. Any mother would be lucky to have such a kid. In parks and at the mall, this baby gets so much attention, it's amazing. He's a chick magnet and a guy magnet too. This baby has no idea how many hearts he's going to break in future.

He makes me wish I were a kid again. I miss those care-free days when the most important agenda of the day was deciding which toys to play with. Julius' smile is enough to melt any heart. It starts from one corner of his mouth and ends with him showing off his toothless mouth. His eyes squint and sometimes he laughs so hard tears run down his face. I'm going to miss that little boy, his little feet, his little fingers and his beautiful smile.

I've realised that even though I don't want to have any children of my own, I however do want to be surrounded by them. I've never had anything against adoption and I plan to adopt as many as possible. Now, finding a man who doesn't want kids of his own yet is willing to put up with a bunch of mentally disturbed kids of others is the hard part.

DotFaf.... I'm back at it again!!

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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Can it be possible that I really don't know how to show affection? I feel sorry for my kids if I ever have any.
You know what I've realised? No matter how gorgeous you are if you don't feel good about yourself, it doesn't matter. I wish everyone understood that.

Feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone
Ever realised how different it is knowing someone online and knowing them in person. There is usaully such a major difference. So major that is can change your entire view, your entire relationship with the person. There's this friend I originally met online, she seems so wild crazy and untamable but in person, she's the coolest calmest person I've ever met. So ordinary, so grounded (in some ways), so like myself. I feel so shy around her in person. I can't spew out my thoughts as I would do online.
And have you ever met someone who seems to be a duplicate of you? Someone with your tastes in almost everything. Someone who you feel you could exchange bodies with and feel comfortable in thier skin? Freaks me out but it's possible. I could be this person and no one would ever know. If this person is almost exactly like me then I have to say, I really like myself. I'm not all together stable but if I'm as cool as she is, I should be a very happy person.
And have you ever met someone you wish you could reach out to yet you're not sure how? In your head it all seems so easy. The emotions, words everything is lined up perfectly but nothing comes out of your mouth with you need it to? It's just so frustrating. Besides, what are the limits. What are the does and don'ts in person vrs the does and don'ts online. Are there any and if so, are they any different? Maybe the writers of The TwiLight Zone can help me out on this one.

Oh, what can I say. It's been a real adventure for this Ghanaian girl seeking enlightenment. I wish I could tell you everything I've been up to but that would take forever. I thought that after this experience I'd be ready to settle down into a normal life but it's just reassured me that, that's defiantely not what I want to do. Or is it? I'm still not too sure.
On May 15th when I started my little trip, I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was that I was in for something different. Well, when the bus broke down just out of town it kinda put a damper on the beginning of my trip. When I got to Ohio, I made the worst mistake. I forgot to check for my luggage. So by the time I got to my next destination I wasn't too suprised to find out that they hadn't arrived yet. I didn't mind too much that I didn't have anything to wear besides my one change of clothes. It bugged the heck out of me that my ablum was in one of those bags. Pictures are priceless and no matter how much they offer to replace them for, I'd rather have them back than any amount of money. Yep, that was my first lesson. Clothes $200, gifts $200, album $20, pictures PRICELESS!

Miss me? Yah, I thought so. I've been on the road for almost a week now. America sure is a beautiful place but it all looks the same to me. I guess I've been here too long. I miss home. Oh I miss home so much yet I love this place too. What is a woman to do? I'll fill you on the details later.

Have You Taken The Test?


Faf, I'm honored! I felt like that quiz was intentionaly made for me. And how did you know I'd choose THAT answer. No, I don't think those quizes are stupid. I think they're blog fillers. Anyway thanks. I had a great laugh and a great shock!

Tomorrow I leave for the great yonder. To find myself and true enlightenment. That's as long as there's a Burger King and Wendy's on the path to Enlightenment.
What am I hoping to find? I have no idea but a little inspiration would be nice.

Hopefully I'll find a beach somewhere where I can walk barefoot in the sand and watch people burn themselves while I ponder on the mysteries of life. Maybe I'll write a love letter and mail it to some random inmate on deathrow. Or I might just leave it in a cafe for someone to find. Maybe I'll buy a homeless guy lunch at a nice restaurant. Why? Because it's a nice thing to do? No, because I can.
Oh, who knows what will happen. I might come back empty handed or with a whole new outlook on life. Wish me luck.

Alias Season I Finale

Did the season finale of Alias kick butt or what?! I've got to say Abrams is amazing.
Was Emily poisoned by her husband? And why did Sloan tell his wife about SD6 if she's safe. He loves his wife but there's no way he's going to turn down the offer to become one of the 12 in the Alliance. Yup, Sloan is moving on up and who knows who's going to take his place. Hint.. Bristow!
How dare they kill of my man. Th love of my life Vaughn! Didn't see that one coming at all. I always thought Tippen would be the one to die but nooooo... they had to make it all dramatical and kill my Vaughn. I couldn't believe my eyes and it hurts just to think about it. Vaughn is gone. I hope Tippen makes it back to work in time before his boss publishes the story Tippen gave her in case anything ever happened to him. If that gets out, all hell is going to break loose.
The mole for the CIA was that snotface all along. I guess that was the only obvious thing in the whole show. Which is kinda suprising because it just looked too easy.
Whoever through Sidney and her dad wouldn't make a connection? They had to work together to destroy the Rambaldi artifact and I bet next season, they're going to work together to take down The Man (Sidney's mother) after Sidney escapes of course. And after her mother tries to convince her to join her side but I'm sure she'll have no trouble trying to kill Sidney if she refuses.
And will Dixon expose Sidney? I can't wait to find out. Hint, once Bristow is in power, he's goign to confirm to Dixon that what Sidney was doing was top secret. All this time we were thinking Khasinau ws the Man. It sounded a little fishy that they'd call him THE MAN. When in fact, The Man was no man at all. Who was it? I knew the minute I saw Khasinau try to give Sidney something to eat. Such affection could only mean he was connected to her in some way. He was connected to Sidney' mother... The Man. And now everything makes sense.
This is not the end. It's just the beginning. I don't know how they're going to top this but the season premiere of the next season better kick major butt!!!


How would I describe Alias? La Femme Nikita meets James Bond. Only more intense.

This just takes domestic violence to a whole new level.
When I first heard that an unusual amount to women were being killed by thier wives, I thought it was rather unfortunate. When I heard it from friends and family back home I was majorly disturbed and frankly, I'm a little worried. Are these men getting away with it? Is that why it's so rampant or is it a mental condiion? What are our Ghanaian men up to? What could a wife possibly do to deserve murder? This just takes domestic violence to a whole new level. Some men need to learn that women are no longer property.