Aurora

Beating of homosexual male in Jamaica

2007-05-21T23:42:00.000-05:00

I got the email from O'Shell last week, I think. She wanted to know what our take on the whole beating was. That she was hurt when she saw it. I wasn't goin to say anything, then someone responded to it. Here it is...
(Some of you may have received this in your inbox.)

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We live by the Bible as christians and whilst it is contradictory on some points the one thing it is very clear on is that a battyboy should die. Now if we are to live by the laws of the bible I dont think we can live bu some and not by others. Being selective should not be an option.

If we all dont put a stop to this future will be very dim. They (Gays) will pollute our society and Saddom and Gomarrow(Sp) will be all over again. Some one has to take a stand. What about morales dont anyone have any again these days. What about standing up for what you believe in. Like the Chrisitans of the olden days that were fed to lions and still believed in what they were doing. Soon everyone who cant get a date will consider themselves gay.

I will not accept no gay person and they deserve what they get coming to them, particularly when they choose to flaunt it in front of decent people.

Just my 2 cents, and something everyone should think about.

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Now my piece:

Just to clarify. Are you for the beating of the homosexuals? Should they be killed?

You are taking parts from the bible but you forget one important part. A lot of Christians today are in the practice of taking parts of the bible that suit them, and forgetting about the rest. What about the part that says, "Thou shalt not kill" (Exodus 20:13) ???

Yes homosexuality is wrong! Yes we should talk against it! But kill a man?! That's a problem in my eyes!Who are we to condemn a man to death for a sin? Who are we to punish a man for a mistake. As far as I am concerned, we are all sinners who fall short of the glory of God, yet Jesus took our place when he died on the cross. Christ died for all our sins, yours, mine and the homosexuals. How then, can you think it's acceptable to punish a homosexual?

You speak of Soddom and Gommorah, that place in history known for homosexuality and all immoral behaviour. Sin is sin! If you condemn homosexuality, you need to condemn all acts that go against the will and commandments of God.
Would you condemn the aldulterers and fornicators to death? Why not kill children who disobey their parents? Thieves? Persons who lust? Do you condemn only homosexuals or do you condemn every sinner?

When we commit a sin, has all hope of God forgiving us, if we repent, been dashed?

When I saw the pictures of the man getting beaten, I cried. I felt pain for him. I saw a man being beaten, I felt they would have killed him if they got the chance to. Would they have been seen as good, for cleansing our country?

Yes, he may have been flaunting his sin, being proud of his lifestyle. But how many sins do you see in today's society being put on display, PROUDLY??

I'd like to know where in the Bible says a homosexual should be killed. I'm not contradicting you. I'm just don't know of it, and would like to know.

Morality is on the decline. It is a fact, not just here at home, but worldwide. We have to guard ourselves and our loved ones from it as much as possible. Speaking out against it will sometimes put us in trouble, but if we feel impressed to speak, speak. I personally don't think Jamaica can get better. We could change the government, ruling party, and some things would change. But the majority of problems we have now, would continue to get worse.

God soon come. Watch and be hopeful. Spread his word and try to enlighten as many as you can. That is our mission. And prepare your own heart for his return.

Kingston Restaurant Week

2006-11-15T23:51:00.000-05:00

Hello there BloggerLand... been a while.

Well I decided to be a little adventurous this year, and went to a Japanese restaurant... East Japanese Restaurant. The ambience was good and it was a nice little getaway from the everyday.
However I backed out and away from the sushi... considered having it before I got there, but changed my mind after. The meal started out with the Seaweed salad - two forks in then put aside. The Miso and tofu soup was tolerable- a nice escape from the salad.

I had the Terriyaki Chicken, which was good ... different, but good. My date, however, opted to go with the sushi - minus the shell fish ones... allergic. His only comment on that was, "I guess it's an acquired taste dear."
The desserts were good tho, the tempura ice cream and the green tea ice cream.

The food may not have been that great but I enjoyed myself. Especially my company... :)
These days I'm realizing more and more that since I don't go out that often, I don't own much "dress-up" clothes. Kinda sad, because it only reminds me that I'm broke... still need a job!
I got a call this week again, but is full time work. However, I saw a friend who may be calling me to sing for some advertisements... kind of exciting. Always wanted to do it, and the money that comes along with isn't bad at all!! ;)

Update...

2006-09-29T00:20:00.000-05:00

I should probably have written this a while back.. but hey.

I'm JOBLESS!! I'm broke! No more JMMB!
We looking for work tho... haven't been putting alot of energy into that, but I need a job... badly.

So... about the parent ppl... been working with it and it not that bad, generally speaking. I juss need a job, cuz i not gettin any substantial amount of money from the parent ppl...

SPRUNG!!

2006-09-25T17:01:00.000-05:00

Back in the groove... it's been a while! *sigh*

So, this blog is about being sprung. No... I'm not sprung! But I felt impressed enough to write on this topic.
So? What about being sprung? Is it wrong? Is it right?

Well in the eyes of the enlightened one, it can be bad and good, even tho it will be all good to the sprung one... initially.
Bad to whom? To the friends of the sprung one. Those persons that were involved/ included in the sprung one's life before the wifey(hubby) becomes the... wifey(hubby). But, the sprung one is all caught up and blinded by the new found treasure that he(she) neglects the friends that were once near and dear to them before said person began to play this role. *I confusing myself :S*

Ok! So why do you say it's all good for the sprung one INITIALLY, Jubi?? I've seen it happen time after time. The sprung one neglects their friends and maintains focus on new treasure. But in some instances, this relationship doesn't work out, and the once sprung one finds himself(herself) lost. That is, he(she) has become so used to be surrounding himself(herself) with the treasure, that when he(she) loses said treasure, he(she) will have no one to turn to immediately, as his friends who were so near and dear to him(her) before, have found other ways to occupy their time.
The sprung one may also encounter a problem when the treasure is otherwise occupied and he(she) needs to find something to do while treasure is away. Note: This will have the same problem as the previous example.

Advise to all my "sprung ones" (This applies to married couples as well):
1) Don't neglect your friends totally. Make time for them, even if it's just a phone call every once in a while to see how they're doing. They'll appreciate it, and if the friendship fails, you can argue that it wasn't your fault (completely).
And don't call them asking, "How comes you don't call me?" If you had been answering their calls in the initial stage of your new relationship with the treasure, they'd still be calling now.
2) Spend some time away from your treasure. Allow yourself to miss the treasure, so when you do see her(him) again, it will be that much more special.
3) Have a life outside of that with your treasure, to avoid what was highlighted in the example above.

God forbid that the relationship that you invested so much time in fails. But in the event that it does, listen to my advice, and you will not be lost.

Yes, I'm firing bullets!! Let me know when they connect! :D

Ratings for Lauryn Hill

2006-09-01T09:02:00.000-05:00

I dunno if it's my semi depressed state, but i find quite a few songs on her MTV Unplugged Album bring me close to tears when I listen to them. Maybe I should just stop listening to them... but no. They are so true and in this album she revealed all her weaknesses and shows that she is a bit off... mad... gone... but I love it, and I love her music. Truly one of the greats in my book.

If you get a chance you can listen to these songs... my selections
Mr. Intentional
Adam Lives In Theory
I Find It Hard To Say (Rebel) *
Just Want You Around **
Gotta Find Peace Of Mind
Mystery Of Iniquity ***
I Get Out

* Many of us know why this song appeals to me this much... 'nuff said.
** Yow... this applies wickedly right now
*** She ah lick out 'gainst Bush :D

Bobby Pinson - Don't Ask Me How I Know Lyrics

2006-09-01T08:57:00.000-05:00

I heard this song while I was on my way to work this morning... I found certain parts of it interesting. Thought I'd share... :D

Don’t ride your bike off a ramp that’s more than three bricks high
Don’t take that candy from the store if you ain’t got the dime
Don’t pick a fight with a little guy that doesn’t talk that much
Don’t pick up a cherrybomb thinkin’ it’s a dud
And don’t sneak out of a 2 story house usin’ bed sheets as a ropeDon’t ask me how I know

Chorus
Sell your truck while it’s still runnin’, save the Jesus off the dash
Say a prayer when you feel like cussin’, save your money pay with cash
Forget your pride, buy the roses, if you’re sorry tell her so
Don’t drink the water in MexicoDon’t ask me how I know

Don’t quit your high school football team halfway through the season
Don’t bust your buddy in the nose when you know he didn’t mean it
Don’t lose a girl you love at home for a night in Panama City
Don’t rush off the phone when your Mama calls you ain’t that busy
Ya oughta make that drive to say goodbye to your grampa ‘fore he goes
Don’t ask me how I know

Chorus
Forget your pride buy the roses, if you love her tell her so,
Don’t go to Vegas with your heart broke,
Don’t bum your cousin for that first smoke
I'm tellin' ya, don't drink the water in Mexico
Don't ask me how I know
Don't ask me how I knowI just know
sell your truck while it's still runnin', say a prayer when you feel like cussin'
I know

Still at JMMB

2006-08-28T15:26:00.000-05:00

JMMB does'nt want to let me go!!!!!! No complaining here... more money :D

The current plan is to be here for another 2 weeks. But Leo (boss) may push to have it extended. So I may be here part time. FUN FUN... MONEY MONEY!!

School and work... will it work out?? *-)

NDTC Annual Season of Dance 2006

2006-08-24T12:36:00.000-05:00

Well, I went to the show last week, and I for got to blog about it.

It was a good show. Some real creativity was demonstrated in the choreography. I really liked two of the dances, Variations of Ska and Barre supm supm... will edit later.
I was kinda disappointed about the dance choreographed by Rexxi... Katrina. I guess, just from the name, I had higher expectations. I expected to picture/experience what the people experienced. Feel/sense the pain and the suffering, but there was little that held me. Slightly disappointed.

Another thing that i didn't really like was that they had fewer dances, suites, that were just longer than usual. It took away from the variety of the show i guess.
The barre one tho... thumbs up.

Big up to Tovah-Marie Bembridge,Peta-Gay Pryce and all the other NDTC Dancers. Still a good job.

Sleep

2006-08-21T09:03:00.000-05:00

Maybe the last thing I should be writing about, considering I just ate, and for those of you that know me, know what that means...

I have a problem (Hi!! we just focusing on this one now! Calm down). SLEEP. I love it. It fixes almost anything for me. If I'm miserable, if I feel sick, if I have cramps, if I just done eat (problem area), etc... There are some stuff that it just can't help tho, I'll refrain from mentioning these :P

Yes, so I just ate breakfast, and I'm bucking in front of my computer. Not cute. I'm out in the open. So here I am trying to keep myself awake.
This may prove to be quite a blog-filled day... :D

Best Friends... or not

2006-08-21T08:09:00.000-05:00

I've been thinking (and yes it hurt!) about the "best friends" I've had in my life. There is one that has been there from day one and is still there, no matter how I mess up. There is another, who I couldn't get along with when we were younger, but became almost inseparable couple years ago. There is one that is completely, well, relatively new, one who many of us know, one of the persons helping to hold the scattered remains of my sanity in place. He is the only one here, at home, close to me at the moment. All the others decided to go to college abroad, away from me, like that was a smart thing to do.

Anyway, why blog about them? This really isn't about them. This is about the "long lost best friends". The ones from high school. Those friends that were always there and we were referred to as "bench and batty".Those friends that I ate lunch with everyday. Those friends that I told a lot, not all, my secrets. Those friends who see me at school and walk past without saying "HI!". The ones that are married/engaged and didn't/haven't told me. The ones who come back home, and you only realize they're here when someone asks, "You seen X since she been here??", to which I respond, "X is here??? Since when??"

Well, yes, I'm bitter!! I'm hurt. I know I probably don't play the most significant role in their lives, but gosh, is it that hard to keep in contact?? Unless they really don't want to.

Hopeless

Last week at JMMB

2006-08-21T07:42:00.000-05:00

Well, what can I say? It was good to be here. Tho I wasn't able to do anything computer related... :S

So what does the future hold for D? School, "and all the money that thou workest shall vanish before thine eyes, and thou shalt be depressed... and poor." God i hate this. I wish I could go treat myself to a phone, a pair or two pairs of shoes... anything. I hat spending money. Anyway, school starts in about 2 weeks, and I'm just about ready to get back. Kinda sick the relationship we hav, me and UWI. It won't let me go and I don't put up a fight to get out.

This coming week, I hope, will be full of activity, I need to get all school related... stuff in order. I need to get my hair done (from like last month), I need some clothes, at least one pair of jeans. Sponsorship is accepted. If you want to call it charity, I'll take that too. :D

Hobbies

2006-08-14T07:39:00.000-05:00

While lying in my bed, ALL DAY, I had a lot to think about.
One of the things that I spent a lot of thinking time on, was the fact that I have no hobbies. I have no passions. I have nothing that is... Danielle.
Who/what can I blame for this? Let's start with the parent people. Or should I start with church? Am I to blame as well?

I was forced to play the piano at the age of 6, and I hated it (didn't know what was good for me...). Played for 11 years… ELEVEN! And I have nothing to show for it, except for the certificates that say I’ve completed 5 grades in both practical and theory. Put me to sit in front of a piano with a score and you’d probably have to give me a few weeks before you come back to me to hear me play it... do it any justice. Wukless! There’s a piano sitting down in my dining room that hasn’t been tuned in years. Just the other day tho, I decided that I want to play… I actually want to! Not being forced or coerced, nope, doing it willingly, because I see it can be an asset. I can make money with this!! So at the moment, I’m re-learning m scales and playing old pieces that I once did in exams.

Next up, swimming. This is probably the closest thing I have to a hobby. It’s something I’ve enjoyed for years, and if I feel stressed, it’s the perfect reliever for me. I started swimming when I was about 6 (about the same time we started piano) with Aunty Jackie. Then at St. Hugh’s, I was on the swim team for 2nd and 3rd form… got tired of it after that (swim team that is). I swim nowadays when I feel like it, or as an excuse to get out the house. But it’s my intention to really get into a swimming routine, it’s the only exercise I can do, since I totally messed my back up… doctor says.

Well, I love to sleep… ongoing practice…

A more recent additions to my list of things I enjoy doing, is playing the drums. Sometimes tho, I feel like I not making any progress and get frustrated… too easily… much to Rory’s displeasure. But I will stick this one out!

I guess there are other things that I could have made better. Like singing, I love it but don’t do it often, anymore. Main reason, at church, they feel like the last minute thing goin cut it… but I put my foot down, and I guess they finally got the point. Do not come to me the day before or 2 days before you want me to sing supm and expect me to be happy and willing to do it. NAH!! New rule…gimme a weeks notice, PLEASE! I mean they used to call me every week to sing, and I’d do it, but then everybody started overdoing and taking advantage of it. NO!

Ok, this getting long, so let’s go to the possible reasons for me not having a proper hobby. The parents barely give me enough room to develop anything that I’d be interested in. Take pan for example, they simply don’t support it… or me. *sigh*
Another factor is church, Sabbath. Most activities that I had interest in when I was younger had class/training on Saturdays… so that just wasn’t gonna happen.

But one of the biggest limiting forces is me. Nowadays, I’m just lazy. I’m quite content chilling with my friends and kicking it, watching tv or just… chilling. So I dint drive myself to do anything that would take any significant amount of energy.
I used to blame my mother for me being fat, or having my belly. Because we were never really involved in any physical activities, like dancing (God forbid the church people know), or track, tennis, badminton … you get where I’m going.
But I can’t blame her anymore, even if I could before. I have the power to go play any sport I want to now. I guess I can blame them for not encouraging the “interest development” earlier, when I was younger.

So whats the plan? Develop a hobby… duh… not sure what quite yet. I want to do everything. No narrowing down just yet. Swimming definitely, drums… yup. PIANO – I am determined!
Other interests developing – art (drawing, painting), photography… long list. Considering going to art school. But considering the current monetary constraints… not right now.

I just don't like you!!

2006-08-07T22:53:00.000-05:00

Ever met somebody and just get a bad vibe from him/her?? Well, I really can't say I have. Really!!

I think I've made it my duty to give everyone I've met, a fair chance to prove themself worthy of my... well, of knowing me :D... LOL!
But really, it's very hard for me to be disgusted by someone. That being said, if I do get disgusted, well, I'm REALLY disgusted. There's no coming back!

This came up when I was talking to Rory about the phrase "Mi spirit nuh tek to him!", and getting him to explain it. He says there are some people that are so totally opposite, that they will not be able to get along, no matter what. Like destiny almost (supm to that effect). Like in prep school, "everyone has an enemy". That person that you see from the first day, and just know that there's going to be some kind of altercation down the road.

I didn't agree. I think that there are going to be people in our lives that are just going to "get on our wrong side", annoy you till you want to hurt yourself, or them (more than likely them).
Thinking about it now, maybe I was always that person that did the annoying... maybe that's why I never experienced the ... this.

Relay for Life: Francine and Grandpa Pt. 2

2006-07-31T15:59:00.000-05:00

Cont'd... July 9
If you want to know more about Francine's story, you can visit her site here.

So this was the reason for going to Relay for Life... then when I thought about it later on, I remembered that my Grandpa died of cancer too. It hurt me, to some degree, to realize that I had somehow forgotten the traumaitzing last weeks of Papa's life. After this revelation, I sat one day, determined to try to remember all that I could about him, and never forget it.

My Grandpa was a rather quiet man. The father of six children (that I knew of at that time) and the husband of Eslie Jackson, Mama. From what I can remember, he had pigeon and chicken "coobs" at the back of the house and also reared cattle on the hills of MoBay. But the memories that stand out are from the long summer we - me and Kiss - spent in MoBay with Gramma and Papa... and all our cousins.
He usually only saw us when food was around. He used to sit and peel oranges for all of us and we'd sit at his feet and eat our oranges. I can still picture him eating his orange, he'd take out his "teeth" and stuff the orange in his mouth and squeeze the juice from the orange. His defining feature was the belly he had in front of him. When we'd sit on his lap, there wouldn't be alot of space, so we'd have to keep still or risk dropping off.

Well, after a while, our trips to MoBay became less and less frequent. And we'd only see Granpa on the occassional family trip to MoBay that we grew to hate - because all three of us would have to cram in the back of the Lancer (my beloved).

Finished... Today - July 26
Then one day, Grandpa came to stay with us in Kingston. I can't remember if they knew what was wrong, i can't remember if they were hiding it from us, I can't remember how much time he would spend with us... but I remember how he looked, not like my Papa... he was losing weight, his belly was disappearing.

After some time, we found out that he had cancer of/in his intestines. He did surgery to remove it, more than one from what I can remember, but it was too late. It had spread to other organs and chemo wouldn't help him. So we were forced sit and watch him fade away. He'd be at home and have nothing to eat, and still throwing up. He had a bag at his side. He was in bed most the time. He eventually got so bad that he was brought back to the hospital.

Some days/weeks later, not sure, can't remember exactly, Grandpa died. I can remember the moment we heard he was gone, where I was, who I was with, how nonchalantly i thought daddy brought it up, how quickly Toni started to cry, and Daddy asking her why she was crying and saying he had to go.
Grandpa died of cancer when I was 12, long time ago, *rolls eyes*. Mommy and daddy would tell us to eat our fruits and vegetables or get cancer in our intestines and we'd end up like Papa. I think after Papa's funeral, I make an effort not to look on the people in caskets at funerals, so I can try to keep the memory of them healthy and alive. The last memory I have of Papa is a skinny man, with a drawn face, and he wasn't Papa's colour.

Those are the memories. Next year I'll be celebrating the life of another family member, not one that I knew well, met her once, but my aunt none the less. One of my mothers' sisters, half sister, that I met when Grandpa died. She died last month of cancer of her womb.

Eat your fruits and vege's people...

At my lowest...

2006-07-31T09:14:00.000-05:00

Last night my father sat me down and told me the new "rules" that I would be living by, if I choose to live in his house... His house, his rules.
I have two options really, live there and be completly miserable, or move out!

I'm broke. The money I'm working here is for school... moving out isn't a viable option. So, do I opt to stay? The restrictions imposed are far more than ridiculous. He hopes, I think, that it will make me turn from the "path of destruction". But they won't. They're making me hate them more, as if that was possible.
I don't feel like I'm bein pushed out. I feel like they really think they are going to accomplish something by this, and in order for me to regain my freedom, I'll have to pretend it's working. But I cannot live under these conditions for too long. I am going to be constantly depressed, quite unlike me, and very unhappy.
But what options do I have?

Relay for Life: Francine and Grandpa

2006-07-26T11:29:00.000-05:00

Written - Feb. 17, 2006 at 07:34 PM

It's funny what life throws at you when you feel like you can't go any lower.

Francine Dillon, a brave young lady whom I admire, died today of thymic carcinoma - look it up if you don't know. I admired her for her strength and her faith. Even though she knew that she was in a bad situation, she was strong, and the last thing I heard her say, in a whisper, was "Be strong, keep the faith, 'cause nothing happens by chance, everything happens for a reason. So keep praying for me while I pray for everybody." Faith.

The text she walked with for the latter part of her life was Luke 8:48 - And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.

Ladies and Gents, take life seriously, and live each day as if it were your last.
Love...

There you have it...

2006-07-13T10:21:00.000-05:00

This is an excerpt from the BBC report I heard yesterday.

Asked what had caused to react so violently, Zidane said Materazzi had directed some "very hard words" at him.
"You hear them once and you try to move away. But then you hear them twice, and then a third time," said Zidane.
"I am a man and some words are harder to hear than actions. I would rather have taken a blow to the face than hear that."

He went on to say... "Do you imagine that in a World Cup final like that with just 10 minutes to go to the end of my career, I am going to do something like that because it gives me pleasure?"

WHAT WAS SAID?
BBC Radio Five Live asked a deaf lip reader to read Materazzi's words phonetically to an Italian translator:
She deciphered the insult as being "you're the son of a terrorist whore"

So there we have it Ladies and Gents. Believe what you'd like, I'll take a stand for Zidane. I don't think he was wrong. As a matter of fact, he could of done much worse. I mean, out here, a man gets shot for steppin' on another man's shoe... so I guess we can thank God that all he did was to give Materazzi an "UpperBuck".

But that isn't even the end of the story... not for me at least. After that report was aired yesterday, another followed with some clown commenting that he's actually upset that Zidane only apologized to the children who were watching. He doesn't appreciate that Zidane didn't apologize to everybody who was watching.
I'll just roll my eyes and leave that be... NO! What kinda ...beep... behaviour is that? What... him jealous that Zidane never call him name and apologize to him? *sigh* Boy... I tell you bout these people who don't have anything to bother them.
I guess World Cup finish, so the sports reporters need to find something to report on till something else, of consequence, comes up...

Anyway... bun a fire pon Materazzi!! Him too lie!
:)

Best header of the World Cup Final :D

2006-07-12T09:59:00.000-05:00

So... tho I missed it when it happen, and when it replayed during the World Cup finals coverage on Sunday... *sigh*... I've seen the many replays and heard the many reviews on BBC. Monday morning, one of the BBC sports news correspondent, Gordon Farquhar, made a rather silly comment about the "header"... that probably cost France the match and the World Cup - debateable.

He said, "But it's going to be a bit embarrassing for Fifa - the man who got sent off in the final for a completely unacceptable foul against another player is the guy who's been chosen by journalists as the man of the tournament.
"The reason the journalists voted for Zidane was this great emotional thing - everybody knew it was his last tournament and the final was his last game of football ever - but most people were dumbfounded to see what he did on Sunday.
"If you'd asked the 2,012 journalists - who voted for him - after the game whether they wanted to change their vote, they probably would have." (You can read the rest of that article at the BBC website... my limited html knowledge not allowing me to give a link... :( )

Clown... Why would Fifa be embarassed? Didn't they follow the protocol? And in any case, the head butt that Zidane delivered to Materazzi isn't a good enough reason to deprive a perfectly eligible candidate of the post... in my eyes. He played well throughout the tournament.
Obviously, Materazzi had aggravated him for him to have to retaliate in that way. I mean, come on, Zidane has been playing football for a while now, and if he hadn't been able to take comments from players from other teams, and just keep cool, he wouldn't have gotten so far, or even be considered as the Man of the Tournament. Sure, send him off the field, but don't deprive him of the position he earned and deserved.

In today's report, one of the leads on the BBC website, it states "Zinedine Zidane will speak publicly for the first time after his controversial red card in the World Cup final, which France lost to Italy on penalties."
It also states that Materazzi denied reports that he called Zidane a "terrorist" or insulted his mother.

Materazzi: I didn't call Zidane a terrorist and certainly didn't mention his mother. I am ignorant, I don't even know what an Islamic terrorist is; my only terrorist is her (pointing to his 10-month-old daughter).
I did not bring up Zidane's mother; for me a mother is sacred.

So no Simone, according to Materazzi himself, him neva seh nuttin bout Zidane modda. But can we believe him?

I guess it will all be revealed today when Zidane speaks out... but can we believe Zidane?

Your best friend

2006-07-12T08:20:00.000-05:00

Arrange the qualities below in order of priority, highest to lowest

The best friends in life:
Keep your secrets
Bring you soup when you're sick
Give you advice
Know laughter is the best medicine
Don't keep score
Motivate you to reach your goals

Interesting responses so far... most important quality to Seeker was Keep your secrets.
Mine - Don't keep score...
So?

Life's Questions

2006-07-09T02:57:00.000-05:00

Written - Oct. 08, 2005 at 10:03 PM

Sometimes i feel like God just look on us and seh "Jamaica can't be helped", then cross us of his list. It just seem that we getting more and more hopeless with each passing day.....

Why it so hard for some ppl to apologize when they make a mistake? Why is it so hard for some ppl to accept apologies? Why it so easy to screw over somebody u dont know?..... Why bad things happen to good ppl?...... Why do ppl lie? Why is it so hard to fess up to mistakes made? Why is it so easy to do wrong? .... Why cost of living so high? Wat school fee goin look like next year?.....

Why it so easy for some ppl to kill? How dem can kill children? How dem sleep at nights? How long it take/ how many ppl they hav to kill b4 dem conscience stop bodda dem? ....
Why dont i feel safe/ secure wen i see police anymore? Why i get nervous wen dem flag me down and pull me over? Why dem turn a blind eye on so many things and notice all the small wrongs? Why so many police seem to be corrupted? Why so many committing more crimes than the average citizen?.........
Why cant I go one day without hearing about somebody dying in my country because of violence? Mi nuh know!!

On the foreign side...
How many more soldiers hav to die b4 Bush pull out di troops? How different wud it b if one of his relatives was over there?
Wat the terrorist groups tryin to prove by killing innocent ppl? Wat do they gain? Is which god talkin to them? Which god approves of their behaviour?

To be continued...

The Life and Times of Jubi-Lee... Super-Assistant! Part NEXT...

2006-07-08T23:19:00.000-05:00

So, I get back to work after having a splendiferous lunch lyme at Tastee's with my pan ppl... WAH?!?!

Before I left for lunch, I had arranged informed Jan - my friend from school doing a Spanish major - of my current problem. "A wah dis u get yuhself inna? A summa job dat?" she said. She finally agreed, after laughing me to scorn, to help me give Senor costa the right information.

We got to calling Senor Acosta at around 3:00 pm. But Jan was on a cell phone, and apparently conference calls makes the static louder... much louder. Needless to say, calling Mr Acosta with Janelle on a cell phone would not be working out. But out of desperation, we called again when Jan moved from off the roadside (which means that the perceived static might have been trucks driving past her!!) to the staircase, then again when Jan steps into the ladies bathroom at her office. After that attempt, I accepted that it was pointless calling with Jan on her cell, and Jan couldn't, or didn't want to use the office phone - speaking loud in Spanish in the ppl dem office... unacceptable!

Light bulb ... Jan remembers her friend who teaches Spanish who would be able to help with my current dilemma. So after doing the happy dance, I tell Jan to call her and prep her on the job thst she'll have to do, if she agrees to do it.

3:45 Jan comes back online and gives me the contact info for her friend, Alicia Bernard. THANK GOD, cuz I was near my breaking point... stress threshold...
Give her a call and give her all the travel information for all the members of the team... because when I called Mr Acosta by myself, after I wrote Part 1, I believe I may have totally confused him, and I couldn't clarify anything for him. I was telling him everything in Spanish, and from what I could make out from him, everything was fine... in the beginning. Then he got to talking - straight downhill.

So it was Alicia's job to tell him all the infromation and clear up any misunderstandings. I sat in amazement as she got through it in a flash, wondering if Senor Acosta would ask her who gave him the information before, and then talk smack about my incompetence. From what I could make out... he didn't :)

So, that chapter finally comes to a close. Hopefully all the trips Boss will be making from here on will be to New York, or England, or Trinidad, or any damn place that has English as it's primary language... where all the taxi drivers speak ENGLISH!

What can I say though? This experience has taught me that there will be unexpected obstacles in the jobs we will hold in the future, and in order to impress the boss ( and keep these jobs) we need to have some back-up plans... like holding on to the friends that speak Spanish.
I think I may just do a Spanish course this semester. What the hey? All in the name of "I just need credits!"

Stay tuned for the next Chapter in... The Life and Times of Jubi-Lee... Super-Assistant!

The Life and Times of Jubi-Lee... Super-Assistant!

2006-07-07T09:33:00.000-05:00

The "my job is better than your job" Mentality.

Now, working as an assistant isn't as easy a task as one would think. I should know, I've done it for the past three summers and last Christmas. The thing about it, is that you don't need much qualification because all you have to do is, do whatever it is your boss needs done. Besides, who needs a first degree to photocopy documents, send faxes, make phone calls to schedule meetings... blah blah. That's pretty much all I had to do... in the past assistant posts I've held.

This summer I'm working with the Caribbean Development Manager of JMMB, a rather cool individual... a "CoolDad" kinda character. LOL!
So, what's different about this job? In case you didn't get the hint from his title, his work takes him to different countries in the Caribbean, including those where the inhabitants don't speak English.

So the latest task that I've been appointed was to book hotels, set up meetings with organizations and arrange for pick up of all the members of the team from the airport in the Dominican Republic.
The first one I got over quickly... thank God for the internet... Looked online for the hotel and discovered that I can call a toll free number in Jamaica and book rooms for the hotel at any of it's locations all over the world. GREAT! Objective one completed.

Objective two is skipped... *rolls eyes*

Objective three however posed a problem. I had to call the taxi driver that my boss had been working with since he started goin to do business in the Dom Rep... Senor Acosta.
For those of us who don't know, Dom Rep is a Spanish speaking country. Now, since I didn't excel in Spanish in high school, and I stopped at CXC - how many years ago - I would have to dig deep in the rear compartments of my brain to sift through the little Spanish I put in permanent storage.

There I am with my little Spanish, calling a taxi driver in the Dominican Republic - the chance of him speaking English obviously slim - to secure his services for pickups from the airport.

Dial the number...listen to it ring... listen to Senor Acosta speak... understand the Buena part then get lost... ask if he speaks English... he puts me on to another person who speaks English relatively well... get through one of the reservations... moving on to the other... then she starts saying Bye. Gracias. Bye. So I'm like No, no, no, no... I'm not finished!! But it's pointless... click... the dial tone.

I relate my current dilemma to Shevz who advises me to plan my conversation and then use an online translator to figure out how to say what I need to say. Good idea.
So with the help of an online Spanish translator - AltaVist Babel Fish Translator ... thank God for the internet AGEN ... I was set to call Senor Acosta to let him know the itinerary for the other team members. I relayed information about all five members to be picked up and hung up from the call feeling very accomplished.

Days later I get an email, informing me that there will be another member going to the Dom Rep and I need to enlist Mr Acosta's assistance again... as well as make hotel reservaitons. sigh
So as before, I called and reserved Senor Acosta to pick up the new team member. No big deal.

Then just yesterday, I get an email saying that three of the team members will be goin to the Dom Rep a day earlier. *glare* So here I am, planning my conversation so I can call Senor Acosta and cancel the reservations for those three and re-reserve his services for them again... Even considering cancelling all the reservations and re-reserving for everybody again (all six members of the team)

What am I typing all this for, besides to vent? I dunno *shrug* Joke. It's just to remind you that all jobs are important in an organization. Imagine if I mess up those reservations for the pick ups? ...... That would be quite interesting actually. :D

So ... Live, Love and Work hard... really hard!

Life...

2006-07-06T10:13:00.000-05:00

Written - Sep. 11, 2005 at 03:35 PM

Just todayI was thinking about my aim/goals for my life, and i realized that they've changed so much in the past few months. I realized how much I've grown over this past summer and i've also realized how much more confused about life i am :S

Okay, so i entered university hoping to do the Actuarial Sciences option, and as some of us know this did not go as planned. So we changed direction and went on to do Computer Science. I enjoyed it for the first year, but then after that i don't know what happened. So here we are, once again exploring the Act. Sci. option and quite a few things come to mind. For one, i'll have to spend at least another year at school part time. I'll hav to get a job to pay for school as the parental units have kindly informed that they will not be paying for another year of school. And I still can't picture myself in the working world... who can?!? Only God knows right now and hopefully it will all be revealed soon enough.

Cont'd... today - July 6

So here we are, almost one year after I first posted this. Where am I now?

So we are fully set to continue travelling the Comp Sci track. Though it will take alot of work on my part, I think I'm ready and willing to take charge of my future... thought it may seem that the parent ppl think it's kinda late to correct the mistakes I've made.

So what am I working for this year, final year... straight A's - completely attainable! We also need to be working/"frennin" up our friend down there at that place *roll eyes* for a part-time wuk! Definitely needed, since I will be paying for school.

As for the latest on the parental units... to be written soon.

NOTE... I read over and realized I refer to myslef as we alot. So just to clarify, there aren't alot of other ppl in my head. Just one! :D

Newbie in the house!

2006-07-05T11:47:00.000-05:00

At last, a place to release all my stress... vent.
It will be interesting to see the things I put down when i get inspired/aggravated.

Well I guess I'll stop wasting space now and come back later when I have the time and brain power to put "finger to keyboard", and start doin da ppl dem work... :)