WATCH THIS!

The Unwrapped gift from Filmaking FILMAKER! on Vimeo.

If this is the future of film in Ghana, then there is HOPE!! @ReEl_San_Te on twitter is responsible for this vid. ps.(kinda unrelated) Don't you just hate the term Ghallywood??? I DO! couldnt we have come up with something more original?? and whenever I hear it words like ghastly, golliwog, gag etc come to mind....

LOUIS VUITTON spring/summer 2012 show

Watching this show (from the comfort of my swivel chair, rather than at the front row *sigh*) made me feel like a big-little girl. It was a twinkly, pretty affair and the laser cut effect gave the dresses 'something'. I'm not a fashion critic, I just enjoyed the show. Not in love with the shoes though. The carousel was a lovely touch and most of the designs are sweet and interesting ( to me anyway). Waiting for ASOS and co to come up with cheaper, more wearable versions. Love this bag! ;)

labels i'm loving : Sika designs

I'm in love with this line!!! http://www.sikadesigns.co.uk/ The stuff is fab, fab, fab!!

if I don't stop here I will reproduce the entire website. The tailoring looks so on-point! http://www.sikadesigns.co.uk/ and with Michelle Obama wearing african print dresses, we'll take over the world soon,lol! 

Unspoken

Kanye sings – memories made in the coldest winter. Have some of those, but it was a rather mild winter. How about memories made under a ceiling fan? Those on a brown rug, sitting on the floor? Some in a hard chair, in class, passing notes? some at a party, gossiping? No where? Some place? Memories are so close, the person even closer, the era a thousand miles away.
Texts. Smiles. Conversations. Stories. Jokes. Notes. Arguments. Clothes. Movies. Disagreements. Walks. Anger. Hugs. Runs. Rides. Pictures. Outings. Meals. People. Gossip. TV. Laughter .
A very good friend.
That saying about not knowing what you have until it’s gone, not here. Knowing the value of a friend is important. I just never realized how much space was occupied. Space which I have no interest in filling. Space which cannot be filled. A vital jigsaw piece, though a single part of a set, links to the others and leaves the whole puzzle rather incomplete.
Previously there was so much to say. Silence was just a break. Now a break from the silence takes such superhuman effort, so only a word or two make it. ‘hi’, and the silence envelopes again.
The words I wish could make a difference now don’t matter. I’m left wondering why I won’t move on, seemingly unscathed as well? Wondering when my life got so empty that one person, though so remarkable, could create such a vacuum.
On lonely nights like this I fade.
Good bye my friend, will you ever love me again?

(wrote this about 2 or 3? years ago. was missing a friend very much. it was about 4am and everything was still and quiet but my thoughts)

Contradictions

I’ve always known who I am, I just wasn’t sure of myself.
Now I find that I have to rediscover it all.
It makes me wonder, now as always, if everyone has the same struggles behind their breezy composure.
When I knew who I was I loved to write. It was my escape; I could be my sick, twisted, dark self or my sickly sweet-good-as-gold self. Best of all

I could make you fall in love with me. You would call it a character; I knew it was a splinter of me. I could compel you to think deeply or snigger, you would be under my spell. When it wasn’t an escapist measure it was simply to express myself. Now I hide. Why am I so afraid? I’ve always been alone, so your companionship shouldn’t mean this much to me. But I still hide, unable...no, unwilling, to be vulnerable.
Now that I know who I am, I cannot write or create. My mind is fragmented, in conflict: constantly engaged in a battle with itself. I really need two vessels, for both sides of me are not in harmony. One calls me a hypocrite and the other finds me completely soulless. To tune out the bickering I try not to think but I do nothing but ponder my peculiar(?) problem.
In my mind I am accomplished, well-rehearsed, and together but outside it I am not lost, but I am unsure of where I’m going, indulging in destructive spontaneity. I have no time but I am nothing but idle.
This all makes sense, and yet it doesn’t. This quagmire that sucks me in, deeper each day. A rescue will be inevitable, but will it be a knight or a kindly maid, perhaps a motherly matron? Will anyone come at all? It’s possible that I might drown in this swamp of bewilderment. Only then will I discover if I am a phoenix. But my worry is that there is no all-consuming fire from which I can rise. I cannot even burn, merely sink, deeper, the filth suffocating me while I smile and laugh and let nothing on, holding it completely together.

Separation...Divorce may be on the cards

We're not exactly the Smiths but my love affair with Zain/Airtel is,...may be over...well, the BIS that is. I'm fed up with not having coverage, my messages not delivering, and so on. I still love their cheap calls and texts. So I have decided to go and try Vodafone's BIS. i'm not expecting a lot, just the internet on my blackberry, without intermittent breaks in transmission, prone to happen when you need it the most.
And just when I made my decision I got a call from them promising to sort out my issue...but

...Heard it all before
(All of your lies
All of your sweet talk
Baby this Baby that)
But your lies ain't workin' now
Look who's hurtin' now
See I had to shut you down
I had to shut you down...

I honestly think it's because a lot of people have joined their network but i'm off...for a month at least...

VODAFONE!!

I feel bad that i'm writing this post so late...happened the day after the ignominious Tottenham riot. I'm surprised i didn't write it at once, considering how delighted I was with the service. Just shoes me how true the saying it that bad news travels waaaaaay faster than good news!
I was and still am chuffed with my vodafone broadband service.

it was installed an amazing working day after I paid for it AND they even got here within the time frame that I specified! plus they fixed a previously unknown fault with the line and 'earthed' it (or something like that). I was pleased as punch with their service, and tipped accordingly. One rejected it outright, the second was more 'accommodating'.
i sat in front of my laptop, ready to surf the net...but there was no connection! I was livid! after all the tinkering and back-and-forths these two morons could not do a simple installation!??
the phone rang..it was one of the idiots...informing me that they were testing my line, "your internet is off right?" Ashamed, i meekly whispered a yes, and they restored the connection, promising to tweak it if I ever had issues.
So far so very good!

I was singing their praises to my friend when he told me that they had followed him right home and mounted not one but two poles in order to facilitate the installation.
it's great when people do their job without demanding our tears! Kudos to , i'm going to take a leap of faith and try their Blackberry Internet Service too.

Noise Pollution

I'm being forced to 'listen' to a dinner in commemoration of the passing out of fire service personnel.
Why? Because I'm privileged to live in close proximity to the borstal home which is the venue for the event.
I might not have complained much even though I am being bombarded by LOUD brass band music....However, I cannot stand was the manner in which the english language is being mauled by the MCs. Their expressions and choice of words have me bursting into fits of giggles, in spite of my irritation.
The problem is that I can't escape it because it is being 'streamed' LIVE into my bedroom, regardless of my feelings.
Unfortunately my laptop is out of service for the moment, I wanted to check the laws of Ghana on noise pollution and nuisance.
You see, I live in a 'proper' residential area, at least as far as I know. And as far as I am concerned, no one sought our permission to disturb us. If they did they didn't tell me that they had.
But of course, this is Ghana and a funeral constitutes sufficient purpose to block a public road.
It's only 9 o'clock and I'm only thankful that tomorrow is Thursday. I'm hoping that will force an early end to this delightful occasion.

The MC is now announcing what's on the menu and my dad and I are considering going down there to enjoy some grilled tilapia to compensate ourselves for the disturbance.
We're consoling ourselves with the fact that this is the fire service's first passing out at Borstal, maybe by next year they would have learnt to operate the equipment, especially the VOLUME button so they don't disturb us...their lovely neighbours.

X_X *hiding face*

At this point I'm wondering if blogging is really a calling of mine. I even have a little goodbye-i'm-throwing-in-the-towel 'speech' made up: goodbye, I guess I'm not a good blogger and see you around.
But...that's not gonna happen today.
Maybe next week or next year. But today I want to remind myself that laziness overshadows talent. I love (\loved??) to write. I wrote a novel at 15, in high school,almost (which doesn't count) got it published and I can't bring myself to write a couple of blog posts a month?? Seriously? Is this the depth to which I've sunk??
I'm embarrassed.
So I'm 'punishing' myself to keep at it until I'm satisfied with my performance. Then I can give it up if I don't feel like it, not because I couldn't do it.
#leggoooo.
Yes, I can!
*drops mic and walks off pumping fist in the air*