My friend got me into this thing. The dude cant date black at all. Poor soul. I haven't been on the site for a while. What's the point of blogging when you ain't got readers? Anywhere, for the start of the new year am back. Going to do all the research I did and have some more zeal.
For the record, been knocking down too many bottles of wine lately. This should do me some good in the way of distraction. 2009. Lets get it on!
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Saturday, 10 May 2008
We dont like golf
Africans don't like golf. Its horrible. Unless of course its a car then thats totally fine. Under par whatever. My dad played it for a while and took me to the golf course every now and then. I played some but would rather go shoot hoops with my crew.
What is it with that sport? I think sport should be recreation. A battle of some sort where people don't actually die. Speak of basketball or football. You work as a team and not as an individual. People ought to be more peopleish. Not one man/woman armyish. Even formula one is group event. Which reminds me: The Dakar rally. Now thats something to watch! The last one was canceled (hope you know that) because some homeland security guy thought there would be a terrorist attack. That resulted in me spending a whole week at the pup instead of watching Mitsubishi battle against Toyota in the desert.
Back to the topic at hand. Golf. Is wack. Period. tennis though is something different. It may be one person against another. But takes alot of wit and strategy. But to defend my point, its one on one unlike golf that one on many. Thats odd. I rest my case.
What is it with that sport? I think sport should be recreation. A battle of some sort where people don't actually die. Speak of basketball or football. You work as a team and not as an individual. People ought to be more peopleish. Not one man/woman armyish. Even formula one is group event. Which reminds me: The Dakar rally. Now thats something to watch! The last one was canceled (hope you know that) because some homeland security guy thought there would be a terrorist attack. That resulted in me spending a whole week at the pup instead of watching Mitsubishi battle against Toyota in the desert.
Back to the topic at hand. Golf. Is wack. Period. tennis though is something different. It may be one person against another. But takes alot of wit and strategy. But to defend my point, its one on one unlike golf that one on many. Thats odd. I rest my case.
Friday, 1 February 2008
A little Prayer
Hurray! Its Feburary. The rains are pouring and its a struggle to get to work in the morning. The beautiful thing about the rains is that they really underline the strength of a good good song.
Until 5 minutes ago it was all fine till my PC speakers went dead. My choice for listening to music when online is through Yahoo! Messenger but today I opted in for some old and forgotten playlists. There are a few songs everyone should have and today's "it" song was I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER by Aretha Frankin who did it way back in 1968. All morning I was really planning on saying something about it while I listened to it but alas. Then I remembered you (been a while I know). Think about it: whouldnt it be great to play that song every morning you wake up?
Reminder: Lyrics
The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair, now,
And wondering what dress to wear, now,
I say a little prayer for you
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, forever, we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.
I run for the bus, dear,
While riding I think of us, dear,
I say a little prayer for you.
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time,
I say a little prayer for you.
Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, forever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, together, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me.
My darling believe me,
For me there is no one
But you
Now I have you wanting to go down memory lane right. original Black and white video on YouTube should be a good start.
Wait a minute. This song reminds me of AM SO PRETTY from the west side story (1957?) Okey this is getting weird. Am exposing myself at a moment of weakness. But heck
MARIA
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy
GIRLS
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock
She thinks she's in love
She thinks she's in Spain
She isn't in love
She's merely insane
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas
Keep away from her
Send for Chino
This is not the Maria we know
Modest and pure
Polite and refined
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
Miss America, Miss America, speech!
Miss America, bravo, speech!
MARIA
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
That the city should give me its key
A committee
Should be organized to honour me
I feel dizzy
I feel sunny
I feel fizzy and funny and fine
And so pretty
Miss America can just resign
See the pretty girl in that mirror there
(What mirror, where?)
Who can that attractive girl be?
(Which, what, where, whom?)
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me!
MARIA & GIRLS
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy
My work here is done for the day
Thursday, 17 January 2008
Get some Air!
To put it plainly, you need to get out some more. Travel is a fantastic way to get to see more of the world and understand it better. A book can be biased and the internet iffy. News is really largely a bunch of crap. If you get a tug on an issue you see on the news from some far flung place, make a point to get the take on the local media's perspective on the matter. I did that a bit and see the world in a brand new way.
I have seen alot of travel blogs. Pictures of teen age white girls dressed in Massai attire with bewildering smiles splashed all over there "I was made to grin" faces. don't be scared. The world doesn't want to rape you a shade of blue. They just want your tourist money. As you do theirs when they come over to your place.
Grab your digital camera, give your credit card a good shine, buy some darts, stick a map on your door get blindfolded and shoot away! (water bodies don't count, as well as war torn dictator run, places and countries where the US army is presently "engaging the enemy.
Get on out there and hang with the locals. Dont sit in an all white 5 star hotel and move around with a guide and claim to have met and understood the locals. Its good for you. Am going to what must truely be the hardest place in the world to get to from where I am: the Vietnam!
I have seen alot of travel blogs. Pictures of teen age white girls dressed in Massai attire with bewildering smiles splashed all over there "I was made to grin" faces. don't be scared. The world doesn't want to rape you a shade of blue. They just want your tourist money. As you do theirs when they come over to your place.
Grab your digital camera, give your credit card a good shine, buy some darts, stick a map on your door get blindfolded and shoot away! (water bodies don't count, as well as war torn dictator run, places and countries where the US army is presently "engaging the enemy.
Get on out there and hang with the locals. Dont sit in an all white 5 star hotel and move around with a guide and claim to have met and understood the locals. Its good for you. Am going to what must truely be the hardest place in the world to get to from where I am: the Vietnam!
Friday, 11 January 2008
Big Dicks and Stuff
Us men are all confused and crazy creatures. I know you agree. Evolution didn't give us the gift of gab, we cant communicate well, would rather hunt wild animals than pack a briefcase and head on down the metro. And yes, we all love our penises to bits.
Um... even more than we love you. Yes, we truly love you alot bot we really love our willies more. Think about it.: We all have a point in our lives where we name our willies. Each one of us. And yes, its all about size at times (although experience has taught me its not how heavy it is but how you use it that matters). Okey, cut to the chase I hear you say. Fine. Am actually going on about some mad evolutionist called Oliver Curry who says the human race is like 3000 years from reaching its physical peak. Apparently we all will have big dicks. Hallelujah!
Too bad I'll be way past my expiry date by then and wont be there to walk the streets of Bangladesh. Okey, long story, my best friend was from there and he warned me never to go coz the girls would want to "See and Feel" some BIG black censored . I wonder where this whole thing started. Yes, we too have small tools at times. Asians have big tools as well. I once found a website called mesurection.com some time ago. It was all about the size. 10 years ago I read in newsweek that the future of the white race was bleak. That white women would give in to "the others" and create a new single race of humans that's a lighter shade of brown.
What!! Get outa here bitch! Its shit like that that causes "beef" if you know what am saying. As the world gets stronger it will become more apparent that there are other countries, races etc that exist. Its gonna be so in your face that we are on the verge of a near catastrophe of cataclysmic proportions if we don't get our act together. The Christian Muslim divide is just phase one. China and the rest is phase too. Race will be three and this is the eleventh hour.
Am just glad in the future all men will have big dicks so at least one issue will have been ruled out so when war breaks out on the Mars colony it will be all good.
Um... even more than we love you. Yes, we truly love you alot bot we really love our willies more. Think about it.: We all have a point in our lives where we name our willies. Each one of us. And yes, its all about size at times (although experience has taught me its not how heavy it is but how you use it that matters). Okey, cut to the chase I hear you say. Fine. Am actually going on about some mad evolutionist called Oliver Curry who says the human race is like 3000 years from reaching its physical peak. Apparently we all will have big dicks. Hallelujah!
Too bad I'll be way past my expiry date by then and wont be there to walk the streets of Bangladesh. Okey, long story, my best friend was from there and he warned me never to go coz the girls would want to "See and Feel" some BIG black censored . I wonder where this whole thing started. Yes, we too have small tools at times. Asians have big tools as well. I once found a website called mesurection.com some time ago. It was all about the size. 10 years ago I read in newsweek that the future of the white race was bleak. That white women would give in to "the others" and create a new single race of humans that's a lighter shade of brown.
What!! Get outa here bitch! Its shit like that that causes "beef" if you know what am saying. As the world gets stronger it will become more apparent that there are other countries, races etc that exist. Its gonna be so in your face that we are on the verge of a near catastrophe of cataclysmic proportions if we don't get our act together. The Christian Muslim divide is just phase one. China and the rest is phase too. Race will be three and this is the eleventh hour.
Am just glad in the future all men will have big dicks so at least one issue will have been ruled out so when war breaks out on the Mars colony it will be all good.
Thursday, 10 January 2008
If you are new read this Please
2008! Its a brand new year! Not that there is anything special about it, there have been new years for centuries past and there will be man more for many more years to come. But, some how, there is always this thing that I will do this and that... Stopping smoking usually tops the list. Why not do something simpler like checking out this blog every now and then?
Last night I visited a wine bar and had me like 6 glasses that totally knocked me out. Got home, aimed for the bed to sleep like a log but couldn't coz I was thinking about this blog, thinking about you, wondering if this was a worth while effort. Then it dawned on me: I was like what if this turns out to be some sort of bizarre thing where people think am trying to get myself hitched? I got a pseudo name, a strange blog and a unique readership (okey so I don't have anyone yet as of now but am sure there are a few white chicks out there that will come up to find I've been hitting at my keyboard for years and years and have built me up some content).
Am out to give a take from the other side. Am African, proud of it and often wonder at the thinking of white people. My boss is Croatian female. An age mate of mine. Her partner is much older, white and very south African in every sense of the word. Together they run a business that mainly caters for a white clientèle smack in the middle of this here Africa.
White women seem to treat non white people differently from white males. Without saying much in many ways, they sort of had a head start and you remained behind. Guess I will be repeating that alot as I go on. That takes us to where we are now. A different take on things. A catching up. An African view. Maybe I will even link up with other soles that don't live in an all white community to get you to see the world from a different angle. Wouldn't that be grand?
I came a cross a new word a few weeks ago. Buppie (Black urban professional or something of the sort). Goolge it. I did and wasn't impressed. Americans should not define what the rest of the world should consider "Black". Or "Asian" for that matter. And its not like we dont have internet access in our continents, so we might as well start talking. Talking is good, blogging is better.
That creep called "Dr." Watson is so typical of a view that we thought was dead and buried 50 years ago. But its still around. Race relations are about to break down again. The non-white world is much stronger than it was and much larger in every country of the world. If you keep away from "issues" and knowledge of The Others (I loved that movie), it will be quite sad indeed.
So I've set the record straight. Aint trying to get laid, looking for an allie here. So here me out. Aint trying to start a fight with nobody. I will have a few enemies here and there.
Man she evil. We have the same idea. Except we are fighting on opposite sides. She has this whole Re-education thing that is so so retrogressive. I blog, she has a website. I wonder, if this goes well this year I'll definitely set up one and paint her a shade of blue and black to get her change her race issues a little bit. Interested? hope not. If you are of the other side and would like to get "fed" buy some crazy white woman log on to
www.whitewomenonly.com and get your fix.
I haven't set the link to open in a new window so if you like it over there then good riddens from me. Glad you stopped by. You will be missed though. And that would make me so so sad. Off for coffee, read on.
Last night I visited a wine bar and had me like 6 glasses that totally knocked me out. Got home, aimed for the bed to sleep like a log but couldn't coz I was thinking about this blog, thinking about you, wondering if this was a worth while effort. Then it dawned on me: I was like what if this turns out to be some sort of bizarre thing where people think am trying to get myself hitched? I got a pseudo name, a strange blog and a unique readership (okey so I don't have anyone yet as of now but am sure there are a few white chicks out there that will come up to find I've been hitting at my keyboard for years and years and have built me up some content).
Am out to give a take from the other side. Am African, proud of it and often wonder at the thinking of white people. My boss is Croatian female. An age mate of mine. Her partner is much older, white and very south African in every sense of the word. Together they run a business that mainly caters for a white clientèle smack in the middle of this here Africa.
White women seem to treat non white people differently from white males. Without saying much in many ways, they sort of had a head start and you remained behind. Guess I will be repeating that alot as I go on. That takes us to where we are now. A different take on things. A catching up. An African view. Maybe I will even link up with other soles that don't live in an all white community to get you to see the world from a different angle. Wouldn't that be grand?
I came a cross a new word a few weeks ago. Buppie (Black urban professional or something of the sort). Goolge it. I did and wasn't impressed. Americans should not define what the rest of the world should consider "Black". Or "Asian" for that matter. And its not like we dont have internet access in our continents, so we might as well start talking. Talking is good, blogging is better.
That creep called "Dr." Watson is so typical of a view that we thought was dead and buried 50 years ago. But its still around. Race relations are about to break down again. The non-white world is much stronger than it was and much larger in every country of the world. If you keep away from "issues" and knowledge of The Others (I loved that movie), it will be quite sad indeed.
So I've set the record straight. Aint trying to get laid, looking for an allie here. So here me out. Aint trying to start a fight with nobody. I will have a few enemies here and there.
Enemy #1: Carolyn Yeager
Man she evil. We have the same idea. Except we are fighting on opposite sides. She has this whole Re-education thing that is so so retrogressive. I blog, she has a website. I wonder, if this goes well this year I'll definitely set up one and paint her a shade of blue and black to get her change her race issues a little bit. Interested? hope not. If you are of the other side and would like to get "fed" buy some crazy white woman log on to
www.whitewomenonly.com and get your fix.
I haven't set the link to open in a new window so if you like it over there then good riddens from me. Glad you stopped by. You will be missed though. And that would make me so so sad. Off for coffee, read on.
Wednesday, 9 January 2008
From Russia with Love
I often wonder why all the women in Russia want to leave that country and go settle with someone in a non Russian speaking country. Its all quite strange to me. Okey fine, the prospects of a better life can be quite alluring. Forget all, post your picture on the internet for free and have some guy log in, check you out, pay a fee and then get your email and telephone. Its like one big fucken catalogue of Estonian, Georgian and Russian women out there. Okey, alot of it is a scam and there could be the horrible prospect of ending up in some human trafficking ring and regretting for the rest of your life.
I actually do speak a bit of Russian myself apparently. Some years ago I had this scholarship offer that never materialized but got me attending class at the Russian Cultural Centre for a whole year. To think that I was actually trying to get in while so many white women were trying to get out was something that had me racking my brains. But then again I usually simply drop such thoughts rather early. And I did.
Am thinking now, how does all this go down with all you other white chicks in countries where the buck doesn't come hard? Am looking for opinions here. Okey, so they are out looking for an American to take them across the Atlantic, enrol them in an English class, get them an estate (Volvo?) gain citizenship and live happily ever after. Of course the Brits are not into it I suppose. They are comfortable not only with what they got, but are more comfortable with the diversity the have.
Now am thinking... what if I was to try for one of them. Would they live up to the idea of packing up and moving to tropical Africa. Away from the snow and cold weather? If a better life is really what they are looking for, Africa is not that bad a place after all you know. Some of these countries are much poorer than The first 10 African countries a person can name. We have freer and more open societies and life in the middle class is much much better today than it was before. We work less hours and practically never ever have to take up a second job just to make ends meet.
But hey, am a web developer and Internet security expert so I do happen to know more about scams and really never ever trust anyone. I would suspect that that blonde Estonian who would be willing to shift south of the equator is actually very African, very Male and very Nigerian out looking for someone to western union some of my hard earned cash. Lets face it, Africa is not a bad place to live after all. Would never think of leaving to go to some bustling metropolis where I'd have to take a second job and not get to enjoy a Sunday on my own lawn sipping beer with the wife and neighbours and having a vast yard for the kids to ride their bikes in the security of our own space.
In my opinion we should have more Russian brides running around Africa than the US. Granted, the would world (except us few wants to go to the Land of The Free to live the American dream). But then again who wants to be a minority. Answer: Nobody. Here am black but not a minority in anyway. My Russian heart throb would be one on the other hand and have to deal with all the hardships any minority group in any part of the world would have to deal with. Ouch. Not nice.
But one can be white in the USA and still be a minority by virtue of her being of Russian decent. But the states being what it is it all would last long. Ask Obama.
I have never been to a country that deals accepts or shall I say acquires mail order brides. Here in Africa marrying across borders is a common occurrence. There is the would language issue, but at least everyone will have some English in common (south and east) or some French (central and western). The normal trend with interracial would be black and Asian (of Indian origin - Asian male). When ever you get a white woman coming to Africa to live with her black hubby she is usually British, tired of the weather and has fallen madly in love with Africa. I mean who wouldn't? Makes me wonder why the secret missed the Russians.
I actually do speak a bit of Russian myself apparently. Some years ago I had this scholarship offer that never materialized but got me attending class at the Russian Cultural Centre for a whole year. To think that I was actually trying to get in while so many white women were trying to get out was something that had me racking my brains. But then again I usually simply drop such thoughts rather early. And I did.
Am thinking now, how does all this go down with all you other white chicks in countries where the buck doesn't come hard? Am looking for opinions here. Okey, so they are out looking for an American to take them across the Atlantic, enrol them in an English class, get them an estate (Volvo?) gain citizenship and live happily ever after. Of course the Brits are not into it I suppose. They are comfortable not only with what they got, but are more comfortable with the diversity the have.
Now am thinking... what if I was to try for one of them. Would they live up to the idea of packing up and moving to tropical Africa. Away from the snow and cold weather? If a better life is really what they are looking for, Africa is not that bad a place after all you know. Some of these countries are much poorer than The first 10 African countries a person can name. We have freer and more open societies and life in the middle class is much much better today than it was before. We work less hours and practically never ever have to take up a second job just to make ends meet.
But hey, am a web developer and Internet security expert so I do happen to know more about scams and really never ever trust anyone. I would suspect that that blonde Estonian who would be willing to shift south of the equator is actually very African, very Male and very Nigerian out looking for someone to western union some of my hard earned cash. Lets face it, Africa is not a bad place to live after all. Would never think of leaving to go to some bustling metropolis where I'd have to take a second job and not get to enjoy a Sunday on my own lawn sipping beer with the wife and neighbours and having a vast yard for the kids to ride their bikes in the security of our own space.
In my opinion we should have more Russian brides running around Africa than the US. Granted, the would world (except us few wants to go to the Land of The Free to live the American dream). But then again who wants to be a minority. Answer: Nobody. Here am black but not a minority in anyway. My Russian heart throb would be one on the other hand and have to deal with all the hardships any minority group in any part of the world would have to deal with. Ouch. Not nice.
But one can be white in the USA and still be a minority by virtue of her being of Russian decent. But the states being what it is it all would last long. Ask Obama.
I have never been to a country that deals accepts or shall I say acquires mail order brides. Here in Africa marrying across borders is a common occurrence. There is the would language issue, but at least everyone will have some English in common (south and east) or some French (central and western). The normal trend with interracial would be black and Asian (of Indian origin - Asian male). When ever you get a white woman coming to Africa to live with her black hubby she is usually British, tired of the weather and has fallen madly in love with Africa. I mean who wouldn't? Makes me wonder why the secret missed the Russians.
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