LONDON BAYBEE!!!!

It's LONDON BABY!!!!

Arrived in London this evening...and already I can feel adventure in the air!
The birds are singing, the bees are buzzing, the rain is raining...it's all good!

I finally met the infamous Leen and I'll tell you this much...she doesnt disappoint!
It's going to be a great weekend chilling with the girls in London, and apparently I'm supposed to get as much sleep as I can tonight, because I won't be sleeping anymore!

So it's off to Portobello Market tomorrow morning with Buthy and Leen, then going to one of the hippest restaurants in town where Lionel Richie and Kevin Backstreet Boy are frequently seen! After that, we paint the town red! ;)

I'm going to SLEEP!!

Can I Take Him Home?

Haven't posted in a while, as I've been busy playing perfect housewife, cooking, cleaning and wiping snotty noses. The latter belonging to my cats! We sent our housemaid back to the Phillipines, and so now, being unemployed and unproductive, its all down to me!

Leaving AD on Friday... going to miss everyone so much! Yas, Ismaooool, Pieri, The Sagernator... what will I do without you guys??

I'll be chilling in London for a few days with the one and only Bathoona! Can't wait! Plus I get to meet the infamous Leen!

Then its back to Cork, where my friends are all waiting for me! And I'm so looking forward to seeing them all again! Dana, Shelly, Jacq, The 2 Liams, Daryl, Tara, Char, Ciara...to name but a few. Of course a very large amount of study is also waiting...not as enthusiastic about that!

On another note, my hair has grown already! It's no longer shockingly short anymore! Ahhh
Hmmm...maybe I should chop off a bit more before I leave?
Or else just take Nicola the genius hairdresser with me...I wish!
Having said that, if I could take people home with me...I'd take someone else as well!

Acting Like An Ass Day It Seems...

Everyone has been pissing me off today.
In fact, if you know me, I would seriously recommend keeping your distance for the day.
Of course, some of you may have already noticed that...

But WHY are you all acting like asses today??!!
Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'll be ok by tomorrow....

Daydreaming Is Good For You

When I was younger, I used to daily disappear into daydreams. My mind would just think about everything and nothing at the same time, and for what seemed like a minute I would just zone out. When I'd snap back to reality I'd realise that more than 15 or 20 mins had passed! I'd feel fresh and energised, but I never thought of them as anything more than day dreams. After all, I was, and still am, a dreamer!

As I got older, there were such "important" things to do that I didnt allow myself the time to just think about anything, everything and nothing. I pushed myself to constantly do something productive, never allowing myself the chance to zone out.

What I hadnt realised was that those "daydreams" were actually meditation!
Without consciously deciding to meditate, my body and subconscious, daily encouraged me to do a little bit of meditating, knowing that that was what my body needed to recharge its batteries.

Today I rediscovered the health benefits of just zoning out and disassociating oneself from daily reality. Today for over 10 minutes I "daydreamed" again, and I gotta tell ya... I'm going to be doing it everyday! I feel great!

Water, Camel Milk and Lady Drivers!

Ismail was telling me why I should drink more water... im really thirsty at the moment, which is the number one BAD thing apparently! I'm dehydrated! So at the moment I've taken a leaf out of his book and I've got a bucket and ladle next to me. Scooping the water out and guzzling it down.
Ok, maybe not...but I'm drinking more water than I've ever drank in my life. Ok, maybe not...but I'm drinking alot! Edge...this sip's for you!

Oh yeah, and camel milk is gooooood!!

On another note, some things that have annoyed me today:

-women drivers! theres such a thing as being too careful!
-people who put cheese back in the fridge without wrapping it up well, meaning it's got HARD edges when I want some!
-human beings belief that they're superior over every other living thing on this planet...we're not! im going to have to post on this point again!

Liberty Who?!?!

I was in Dubai for one night during the weekend.
Yasmin was filling me in on all the gossip.

Yas: "Mona can't come out tonight, she's busy. She has to hang out with this band that's here from England. Her boyfriend wants her to show them around. We don't even know who they are! They went clubbing the other night and no one even recognised them or anything. *sigh* Anyhow, so she can't come out with us tonight!"

Me:"Oh, yeah? What's the name of their "band"?! lol"

Yas:"I don't know. Liberty X or something like that."

!!!!!!!! Yep, having lived in Ireland I think I just may have heard of Liberty X!!! Just maybe!!

Is Plastic Surgery False Advertising?

Not long ago, I was wondering if I was really a blonde...I have those days! As everyone does I'm sure! Check out that older post here. So, I just came across this little quiz that you can take if you've ever wondered how blonde you really were!

You Are a Golden Blonde

Men see you as flirty and fun, yet deep and thoughtful You've got all the pizzazz of a blonde... With the intensity of a brunette

How Blonde Are You?

On another note, during the weekend this guy I don't really know all that well decided to tell me that he had had 2 nose jobs...and he's only 24! Well, I got to thinking about plastic surgery and it struck me that in a way its almost like false adverstising.
I mean, let's fast forward to a few years time, his wife will have just given birth to their first child, and the first thing they see is this HUGE nose staring back at them! He may not be all that suprised, but she will! There she was thinking her husband naturally had a movie star nose, when the truth is that his nose genes were so far from perfect, perfection was nothing more than a dot to them!

In a world where your looks are a part of your "worth" in the marriage market, can plastic surgery that significantly alters a physical feature of yours be considered False Advertising?!?!

Stupid White Men

I think Michael Moore is great!
From my experience of him, which I confess is only limited to "Farenheit 9/11", "Stupid White Men" and an old film he shot called "Canadian Bacon", I have found him to be intelligent, truthful and in possession of a sarcastic sense of humour that catches your attention and keeps holding on strong!
It really annoys me then when I come across Americans who hate him.
Granted, it's to be expected, but it always strikes me as strange that they should uphold Moores work as rubbish when it is so obviously simply a record of REALITY.

I remember meeting this guy from New York, and I don't know how the conversation turned to Moore, but it did. And this guy HATED him! He thought that Moore just made things up, and he disapproved so much of his anti-Bush stance that he didnt even watch Farenheit 9/11. Basically, he was so willing to believe everything thast was being pushed down his throat by the media and the government, that he was NOT OPEN to hearing what the other side had to say.
First off, that's against democracy! Against the very idea of justice. Against the very ideas that the government and policies he so blindly supports is supposed to be encouraging.

I tried arguing with him..but as you know, it's impossible to argue with a fool! See one of my last posts on arguing with a fool here.
His mind was made up. Even though he wasnt open to hearing the other sides of the argument, he fully supported the farce of a war that his country was waging against Iraq.

Funny thing is, this same guy turned to me later on in the conversation and said with immense knowlegdge and confidence that "all muslims are short. They're a very short people."
Biting my tongue and trying to keep myself from literally shaking some sense into him, I explained that Islam is a religion, not a race. Muslims come from many different countries, and like other religions, you have some short Muslims and some tall Muslims.

*Sigh* This is the level of intelligence of the supporters of Bush it seems. Oh well, like attracts like as you know. Great minds think alike; or as the case most definately is here, fools seldom differ.

Royalty, Pens and a Valley Girl!

Today I attended the "Women As Global Leaders" conference in Emirates Palace, Abu Dhabi. I'm so happy I decided to stay here longer because, among many other reasons, I got to go to this and hear some of the world's better known people talk.
Her Majesty Queen Rania of Jordan was there. Her presentation was great and oh my God she's amazing. She is so beautiful, elegant, graceful. She seems to be a true queen.
Mary Robinson, former President of Ireland, was talking too. A very good presentation, although she seemed almost too optimistic, if that's a fault. But all in all, I was very impressed by her. She was the only one who stressed the importance of following up on the conference. That is, its all well and good to get together for a day and talk about all that needs to be done, but its another to actually DO something about it all afterwards!
Shaikha Lubna, Minister of the Economy UAE, spoke and was very impressive. She was intelligent and articulate.
Cherie Booth, wife of Tony Blair, gave a presentation, and although it was obvious that she was both well-spoken and intelligent, her speech was boring. If we wanted to hear about the history of Human Rights law we could buy a book and read about it. However, she chose to give us a long winded and tedious account of the whole process. Although, if it was shorter it may not have seemed as bad!

As in any gathering of over 1 person, there were alot of strange people there. And as is usually the case in my life, they flocked to me like a moth to a flame. I mean, do I have a stamp on my forehead saying, come talk to me, I'll feel sorry for you and have a chat?? Maybe. Anyhow, Cherie was in the middle of her LONG speech, and there was a man of chinese origin, perhaps, a couple of seats away from me. I'm not joking when I say that it must have been a half hour into her monologue, when this guy leans over to me and in a tone much too loud for the place and occasion asked me
"Who exactly is that talking now?!?!"
So as you can imagine, I was a little more than surprised. Firstly, because it was Tony Blair's WIFE and he had been listening for a half hour, and Secondly, because he chose to scream the question at me!!
Slightly off-put and a little more than annoyed, I quietly told him who it was.
"WHO?!?!"
I told him again.."Cherie Booth"
"CHERIE WHO?!?!"
"Cherie...Booth..."
"HUH??!!"
"Tony Blair's wife ok?!? Now, I'm trying to listen so can you please be quiet?"

Apparently that wasn't rude enough for him because 5 minutes later he leaned his excess body fat across the table and screaming over the salt and pepper shakers asked me where I was from!!
Seemingly, he didnt read the title of the conference and thought he was going speed dating!!

And what about the chewing gum popping, hair twisting valley girl that sat next to me in the second half.
"Didn't you like think that like the stuff like this morning were so like INSPIRING? I mean, like its so totally unbelievable that like there's all these people here in this room like talking about like women! Like I mean like WOW right?" *chomp, chomp, chew, blow, burst, chew, chomp*
Such an observant young girl! Nothing gets past her huh?

What about the guy who snatched my pen out of my hand! "Hey, that's a nice pen" shoving the delicate nib of it onto his paper, meanwhile slobbering over the gold plated cover. It's a Montegrappa, not a Biro, you idiot, keep your hands off other peoples stuff! Especially if that stuff is a ridiculously expensive, limited edition Motegrappa!
If it's one thing that I hate, it's people who snatch. It's rude, its intrusive and it's annoying!!
Like the girl everyone knows who grabs your new expensive bracelet and trys to squeeze it over her wrist...without opening the catch! Aaaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhhh!

Or the girl in the bathroom, who while standing in line queuing to pee, decided to voluntarily tell me that her parents divorced when she was young but she's "doing alright now, even though it was tough on her and caused her serious psychological damage which will probably cause her to beat up her children in the future..." She was American by the way....aren't they always though!

I mean...do I ATTRACT them? *sob* Lord, I think I do! Still though, it makes for some interesting stories. *sigh*

A Neuro-Surgeon Cat!

I really hate it when people humour me.
I have some strange thoughts sometimes, people may even go so far as to say all the time, and granted I do believe in things that much of the severly misguided public have been conditioned to think are stupid. But you know what, if you don't agree with me, please tell me. Tell me you think its an idiotic idea and that I'm a mad woman who probably has a million stray cats following me around...I don't care! It wouldnt be too far from the truth and its alot better than just nodding and smiling.

I have a cat called Fluffy. She's no ordinary cat, even though her name may imply some sort of ordinariness if you will. She's super intelligent, and I would even go so far as to say that she's a cat genius. I sometimes feel that we havent given her enough chances in life you know. She has the talent and brains to be whatever she wanted to be. A fire-fighter, a surgeon, an actress, a model, a spokes-cat for the UN!! She could do it all and still have time for a cat nap in the afternoon. And yet...why do people have such a hard time believing this? Why is it so hard to believe that animals can be so intelligent? Ok, I'm not actually serious when I say she could be a surgeon...her paws just wouldn't be able to hold that scalpel too good. But when people smirk and humour me when I tell tales of her intelligence, I feel I must hold firm and say with a resounding YES that I fully believe she could be a neurosurgeon if the thought so came upon her. It's the principle of the thing.

Animals are no less smarter than humans and alot of them are smarter than some humans I know. So there! Fluffy is a genius and I defy anyone to prove otherwise. In the meantime... let's talk about telepathy!

Battle Of The Sexes

Back when I started this blog, I posted on a little something I called Role Reversal. Click here to read it. I brought up the question of whether, in our modern society, women, in their quest to break free from male domination, have succeeded in reversing traditional gender roles and have indeed begun to dominate the men!

Today, I'd like to make some attempt at talking about something slightly more serious than what fruit you are! Today, I'd like to talk about equality...well to an extent anyhow.

It really annoys me when women insist on being treated like men. This, it seems, is their idea of "equality". Can they not see that by these actions they are indirectly affirming the dominance and emminence of the male gender? By placing as a prerequisite of being treated as an equal human being, the condition of being treated like a MAN, we are inadvertently placing men in a superior category to women. We are saying that, yes, we acknowledge that men are superior to women, and therefore we demand that you treat us as a man in order that we may achieve the same level of superiority as the average man.

Superiority? What superiority? Men may rule the world, but women rule the men. A woman who is confident with herself, with her sexuality and with her femininity will understand that although men may be in possession of the token position of power in this world, it is really the women that wield the most power. The importance of being a woman is immeasurable, and it really upsets me to see so many women today deny themselves the pleasure of their femininity in order to become more like these men they hold such aspirations to imitate.

When I studied Feminism, I was browsing a second hand bookstore and came across this amazing book written by one George Gilder, entitled "Men and Marriage" (Check it out here, make sure you scroll down and read the reviews!). Unlike the suggestion of the title, the book is not about getting a man to marry you. Instead, this book deals with differences between the genders, deals with problems in society caused by these differences and most importantly, deals with the problems caused by feminists upsetting the delicate balance of the sexes and setting in mortion events which are leading to the destruction of society.

Perhaps you might feel that the effects of feminism are being exaggerated, however, it cannot be denied that irreversible changes have been brought about by the denial and ignorance of womens powers of femininity, and these changes are slowly but surely leading to devasting effects on society as we know it.

Gilder makes alot of valid arguments, however I will deal with just one of them here. From the outset, there is an imbalance between the sexes. Women possess what he calls "sexual superiority" over men. They go through pregnancy, breast feeding and greater bonding with the children as a result. Their monthly periods are a continuous reminder to them that, as a woman, they possess the ability to continue the human race so to speak. While any man can provide the sperm, the role of the woman is much more important in reproduction. Men are replaceable in such situations. One man can impregnante a whole town! While men have less control over their sexual urges, women can control theirs somewhat more, and in doing so can control those of their men. Through their sexual superiority, women encourage men to look toward the future.

In such ways, women from the outset are superior to men. There is an imbalance between the sexes.

In order to achieve balance, a forte must be created for the men. An area in which the men will excel, will be superior to women and therefore achieve balance between the sexes. Enter Society. Men became entrusted with providing for the women and children. They were given social superiority in order to offset the imbalance caused by the sexual superiority of women.

So what happens when women come along and insist on taking the place of men in society? When women insist on being the providers instead of the men? Men feel emasculated. Their purpose in life is gone. They have no reason to exist, if you will. (Realise I am slightly exagerrating in order to get the point across). Gilder goes on to point out that in such cases, men have nothing controlling their 'barbaric' and 'irresponsible' urges. They begin to wreak havoc on society. See the ghettos in America. Or street gangs. Are you telling me that if those men had families to support they would be sitting around on their asses pointing guns at whoever pissed them off? No, they wouldn't.

It's an interesting theory, and I would recommend that, if you're interested in the battle of the sexes, you should try and get your hands on a copy of Gilder's "Men and Marriage". I think Amazon has a few second hand copies for less than $3.

Point is, men and women are fundamentally different. Men are physically stronger, there's no use in trying to deny that. And because women are physically weaker, over the generations we have had to evolve intricate ways of controlling them not by using our brawn, but using our brains and the sexual superiority given to us by mother nature. I have no time for women who insist on being treated as an equal to men. I am not unnequal, but I am a woman. I accept and embrace my differences, and I will not accept a man treating me like one of the boys.

Know What It Means To Be Effortless

Tao Te Ching said:
"Practice not-doing, and everything will fall into place".
How true that is. How true, and yet how difficult to grasp. The human mind seems to feel that in order to get anything done, one has to expend energy. One has to exert oneself.
It's true that some things deserve alot of thought, others require much concentration, indeed many things we do must be done with skill and precision. But, the longer I spend on this earth, the stronger I feel that the best things happen when you let them happen. You perform your best when you act effortlessly, and without strain. You do things you never thought you could do when you don't try so hard.

If I try to sing something and I find it doesnt really suit my voice that well, I strain and I push my voice and to be honest it sounds terrible. But the minute I sit back and let the song come forward without push, without effort, its just comes...naturally.
Last night at salsa, I couldnt get some moves. I tried and tried, and they just wouldnt come. But when I cleared my head, stayed calm and just moved without thinking, they came to me perfectly.

When you want something in life, it usually comes to you when you dont try and push it. True you need to work for what you want in life, but if its not coming to you straight away, dont worry, keep doing what you're doing, dont stress, and trust that if its meant to be it will.

Lieh-Tze tells us:
"If you understand what it means to be effortless, then there is nothing you cannot do. You can be yin or yang, hard or soft, short or long, round or square, hot or cold; you can live or die, float or sink, strike a high pitch or low, appear or disappear, take on colourations of black or yellow, become sweet or bitter, and be fragrent or pungent. By knowing and doing nothing, you can know all and do all."

On A Mission

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the bees are buzzing and i'm officially unemployed again!
ahhhh the sweet smell of satisfaction!
Its gooooood!
So what have I done to mark the occasion? What have I spent each morning doing since I handed in my notice? It's amazing isn't how things always seem alot better when you're not doing it. When I was but dreaming of these days they seemed filled with promise.
Filled to the brim with endless possibilities.
A healthy breakfast, perhaps a quick workout, a chapter written in the novel I'd start, shopping, a spot of baking, perhaps a little trip to pool to swim a hundred laps or so, with just enough time to squeeze in a bit of saving the world before lunch!
Brilliant! Unfortunately, things never really do work out the way you plan do they?
So far, I have tried unsuccessfully both days to drag my lazy ass out of bed. Manage to get myself into the shower, and then thats when it hits. The laziness sets in...and I slowly begin to remember why I wanted to work in the first place!

So today marks the last day of laziness and boredom! Starting tomorrow...my life and my house are getting a complete makeover. I'm going on a major shopping spree, with the money I earned thank you very much! I cut so much off my hair last week, now its time for a new look to match the new hair! Watch out Mom because I'll be turning the house upside down...havent used it in the last week? It's outta here!! I will take no prisoners! This is WAR!

God help anyone who gets in my way...I'm on a mission! Wonder how long it'll last? ;)

Where'd He Go?

I want this!!!! Click here. Next house I buy, I'm getting one of these installed!!

Never Argue With A Fool

"Never argue with a fool; They'll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience!" How true that saying is. How unfortunate that most fools think they know it all; How unfortunate that since they believe they know it all, most fools are stubborn as hell; And how unfortunate indeed that our world seems to be immensely over-populated with class-A fools!
How unfortuante indeed.

A Strawberry? Could Be Worse!

Take the What Fruit Are You? test by Ellen!

An Epiphany and A Cheese Sandwich

This morning, around 5 am, I woke up with a revelation.

A revelation beyond all revelations. An epiphany; A divination; A vision. The truth manifested itself before me, and I was born again! Well, maybe not, but it was pretty strange!

In my dream, I was handed a book. And without opening this book, I instantly gathered the essence of its message, of what it was telling. My eyes popped open, I was wide awake, and for reasons I could not grasp I just knew I had to write this message down before it escaped me.
Was it a strangely vivid dream? Was it just my brain coming up with ideas in my sleep? I don't know, but what I do know is that, at 5 am, this seemed pretty big! Before my sleep filled eyes I was being handed an oscar, a grammy, a nobel prize for all categories rolled into one, a cheese sandwich. I dont know where the cheese sandwich fitted in, maybe I was hungry.
Point is, this is MY idea. I've got a law degree, so if any idea-stealing person decides to steal this here idea which I am about to reveal to you, I shall personally hunt him (or her) down, squeeze them till their eyes pop out, then sue them and take everything they have. Simple as that.

Last night, it was revealed to me why so many tragedies and disasters are raining down upon us now. The answer, my dears, is....SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. Yes, a theory that has been put forth many times, but not this way.... listen closely.

As a race, we have become so dependant on oil. Oil for everything. From washing our clothes, to cooking our food, to electricity, to communication, to transportation. Ok look, I'm not a scientist, but I do know that we have evolved into beings that would be unable to survive at our present state without oil. Oil is running out. Countries are blowing other countries up for their oil-look at Iraq. Oil hungry Americans stealing all their oil. Point is, in another decade or so, we will have nearly run out of all oil reserves. In another 50 years who's to know what's to become of us?? These disasters are the worlds way, our way, to ensure that less people will have to deal with this ultimate crisis that we will be facing in the not so distant future. It's the earths way of ensuring only the fittest survive. That, at the end, only those who are able to live without being dependant on oil will survive. Our only hope for survival is to come up with alternative fuels. Yes, you know that already. But these disasters are the earths way of telling us again. Its way of drilling the point into our brains. I was given the answer, now spread the word my messengers, spread the word.

Strangely enough...this sounded ALOT better at 5 am!

Don't Piss Off A Giraffe

Some things I've learned today:

A giraffe can kill almost any animal by using its neck and head as a club.

Checking your email every 5 seconds doesnt increase the chances that someone will email you.

Checking your watch every 5 minutes doesnt make time go any faster.

Popeye's four nephews are called Pipeye, Peepeye, Pupeye and Poopeye.

No piece of square, dry paper can be folded more than 7 times in half.

The only 15 letter word that can be spelt without repeating letters is "uncopyrightable".

Drinking water makes you want to pee.

First Generation American

It's amazing who you meet and what you learn wherever you are. Last night, I went Salsa Dancing with a friend. First time, but I was up there shaking my tail feather with the rest of them! :) Unbelievable fun! This guy and I got talking, and it turned out he was from Houston, Texas. A tall, handsome black guy with a booming voice and a personality to match. He was asking me where I was from, and so on, but when I asked him if both his parents were from Houston, he said no no. haha They're expats. That's it. No elaboration. Nothing. Suffice to say, I knew something wasn't quite right.

Anyhow, he introduced me to this annoyingly bad dancer called Winston, who tried to latch on to me for the night. Thats the good thing about Salsa, you can Salsa away from people! On another note, why have all the [two] Winston's I've met in my life been annoying? And more importantly, why do people make the rational decision to name their sons Winston?!!?

Winston let slip that Kenny, the Texan, was half American half Nigerian. You should have seen the look on his face. He was embarrased. I asked him which one of his parents was Nigerian? Both, he said, I'm first generation American.

First Generation American. No Generation Nigerian?? Is American the nationality you hide behind when you want to forget your own? When you're embarrased of where you've come from? When you feel that its in your best interests to ignore where your parents came from, to ignore their story, to ignore your roots?? It struck me as strange, and somewhat sad, that he would choose to gladly shout from the rooftops that he's from Houston. That he's from a country who's public policy has resulted in the destruction of countries, lives and races of people. That he's from a city that can claim to be home to the money-hungry vultures that supported and orchestrated the illegal and unnecessary war on Iraq. That he would choose to deny the rich history of his parents land, albeit a history of recent violence, bloodshed and unrest. That he would be content to accept the measly few hundred year history of America, a history that that is both short and not very impressive. That he would choose to pledge allegiance to a country that once forcibly took men from his homeland and used them as slaves. More importantly, that he would be embarrassed to tell people where his parents are from. I'm not saying that Nigeria is better than America, its a matter of opinion, and seeing as I have lived in neither country, it's an opinion I feel I am in no postition to hold.

I don't know about you though, but I'd prefer to say I was from Nigeria.

Giving MC Hammer A Run For His Money!

Just sitting here thinking how unfair it is that MC Hammer just started a blog this month (click here to see it) and is already getting hundreds of comments. I know, I realise that it's MC Hammer, and it's unbelievably cool that he's blogging! I also realise that because its MC Hammer people will read his blog, tell their friends about it and comment. But it really is so unfair that many other blogs go unnoticed. That others have to work for years, blogging every day, churning out seriously talented material, in order to get to where he's gotten in just over a week. Let's take fafblog for example. There is amazing stuff on this. Genius in fact. And yet, it took them three years to make it to the top of the blogs list on blogspot. Hammer got there in a week! It's not fair, but then again, the last word that can describe life is fair.

It's not fair that the rich seem to be forever getting things for free, when the people who need those things could onlu dream of getting them for nothing. That celebrities, who can afford whatever they want, are always the people being given freebies. That someone would consider taking an influential person for dinner, but would never dream of taking a poor person in need of food for the same dinner.

When guys complain that its not FAIR that they have to pay for everything on dates, they should remember that its not really fair that women have to put up with periods, have to go through 9 months of pregnancy, a painful labour, and not to mention the sleazy stares of most men their entire life. Life isn't fair.

But to be fair to him, Hammer does seem to have a brain. His blog really isn't bad so far. It's a look into his personality, into his thoughts...I just hope its not a publicity stunt for his album which is coming out in a couple of months.

In the meantime, pass on my blog to everyone you know! Let's see if we can give Hammer a run for his money!! And if not, well, at least we've tried.