good deed gone bad

so i at lunch the other day and as i'm about to cross the street i see this man in a wheel chair holding a cup, i looked to my aunt and said "here's my good deed for the day" (i try to get in atleast one a day) so i pull out my purse and walk over to the guy, getting ready to put my dollar in the cup and the guy goes "huh?" when i look in de cup now de man got kolade in dere, u believe that, so i dere shame as ever, so i was like "oh my gosh so sorry" he aint homeless atall, and then he goes, "no, i'll take the money" and grab de dollar from my hand!!!! all i cud do was walk long.......

last place

Why can’t things be simpler? I mean, must there always be so much confusion and uncertainty? True, maybe having things handed on a silver platter all the time might indeed get a lil boring, true, there may be some things you would want handed on a gold platter, accompanied by a lovely gold spoon even. So then why can’t there be a balance, a little good and a little bad to keep the good in check. Am I missing something? I know I’ve got to be missing something. Maybe if I looked up at the sky, ya know, like what those people do before they get a brilliant idea, maybe that might work. Hum…….let me try. Nope, nothing so far, oh shoot, suppose I wasn’t looking up long enough, stupes, I can’t win. I remember in my younger days I couldn’t wait to be this age. I had so many damn plans and now as my birthdays come and go I feel as though I’m running out of time - time to do what though? I obviously not running out of time if I can spend said time looking up in the sky for something, stupes, so I just wasted time then, I can’t win. I remember I always used to feel as though I was running a race but with who though? I guess my friends, people around me, constantly looking at others and making comparisons, they’re always ahead. But then, ha! I developed multiple personalities so I was basically racing my other selves. Aren’t I the smart one? It’s amazing how you could have one personality around one person and then be a totally different person around another. How does one keep it up? I’m bedazzled everything I notice the switch. What is this invisible pressure that forces us to play this game of hide and seek constantly, geez, I already in a race and now this? I can’t win. But maybe I approaching it from the wrong angle though, maybe hmmmm, if I turn my head this way and….look up with my head tilted slightly, yeah, this way, so that now my left eye is closer to the………YUP! There it is, woohoo! I just received a brilliant idea (wow, my brain is faster than ADSL). I should probably stop worrying about my time, take a breather from this race and just accept the fact that somebody always has to be in last place. Hum……which personality will it be though? AHHHHH, I can’t decide….oh the pressure.

these are the good things sandy did

On my way to work this morning, I was so late, now I see y my aunt likes to leave early, so I there reading my exotic thriller when this Puerto Rican guy and his girl come on de train, cool cool, nothing strange, until I hear him say the words bumbaclot, I was like eh???? Wah he just say, I start to laugh out loud, I know them ppl had to think something was wrong with me but I just found it so funny

Let me tell you bout this exotic tale by Noire that my cousin gave me to read de other day. Now I don't usually read these books but the way I saw her getting on while reading it I have to say I was indeed, intrigued. So I start reading de ting now, y de main character's name is Juicy???? And they got other characters like Flex, G (who is her man and owns a placed called G-Spot, the name of the book by the way), Macaroni, Pananae, Pluto and Moonie, just to name a few. Now ya know from de time ya hear names like that ya can't really expect to be reading deep, thought-provoking stuff, nope straight hood, this book got me dying wid laughter more than anything else, I think I'll stay far away from erotic tales for a while, juicy! Pah, juicy fruit!

i enjoy being a girl better

So hear dis nonsense now, I get on de train de odda day, got on like 5 sweaters, a jacket, boots, socks, gloves, jeans, de works, cause I freezing, barely drawing up next to this woman to keep warm and just like that, la-de-da, this girl walks onto the train, short short skirt, ugg boots, and a sweater and proceeds to sit and talk and laugh with her friend, boy, it took me all the willpower of Jah not to go over there and knock her senseless, acting like it’s not below zero outside, the nerve!!!!!!!!

Wid dese trains ya cud always tell when there’s a bum in one of the carts, thing does b free and clear of ppl, not that I blame them, you know how poisonous those gases are? and de smell like it permeates the skin and it’s with u for days. So I just stay my from cart next door and watch as ppl step in and step out and then rush over to my cart and go like “DAAAAMMMMMNNNNN!!!!!” hehe

Been a few places since I been here, went to this lounge was really nice, totally looking forward to Sunday night guys. Can’t wait to go somewhere and hear music that reminds me of home……..ahhhhhhhhh.
Watched that movie the other night, million dollar baby, what a wonderful film that was, nearly brought me to tears, and that girl, what’s her name again, am, Hilary Swank right, she’s tite!!!!!

I could totally eat pizza every single day all day, honestly, it just does something to me, it gives me needs

It’s so cold outside and to top it off it’s raining today, and I’m stuck here at work till after 5, stupes, hum…… I wonder if I concentrated really hard and just tried, if I could jus click my heels and get home, oh man, I forgot, I didn’t walk with my red heels today, chaaaa

so who is doing who?

some ppl are so retarded hear, so today i goin up bet hill and like there's this man to my right that i could let out if i so desired but i was in the flow of my drive and i really didn't feel to, so anyways i drive and gone long bout my business and all of a sudden de man appears beside me, and this follows:
man - "you know how to change a tire?"
me - (with a rather bewildered look) "no"
man - "ha, i glad das wah u get for not letting me out"

then speeds and goes on his merry way. in one word "BERR!!!!" ya gotta see the crack and leave the crack hear!

i think everybody that went to carnival is a total loser, hum.....i wonder if any of them contributed to the tsunami fund instead of flying all over the c'bean wukkin-up! (however, secretly i wish i was there wukkn-up as well)

is that all there is?

so y would i have a dream about the great brian lara kidnapping me along with 8 other ppl and then killing us one by one? isn't that just like the weirdest thing? even though i would have to admit there is something rather exciting about the thought of being kidnapped by him.....he's interesting.

the weather down here is just doing its own ting nowadays boy, barely but wukking-up in me, tell me y as a youth in the c'bean i would be wearing socks in bed nah? socks as well as being under a comforter and got de sheet all up under my chin and huddling in a corner of my bed, hehe, cold as wah outside boy

so carnival is here and everyone is talking bout it all over their stupid faces, like hello, some of us are trying to read our bibles over here!!!!! geez, i hope they know that jesus can c ya in t'dad, so ef i were them i would go over there and just clap my hands

so what will i do tomorrow nah? boy i smell excitement coming up, wake-up, shit (lol, i could hear my mother laffing at that one all now) and watch tv, fun fun fun, i need ajob

so here's a joke: what's green and smells like pork? kermit's finger. ha. i kill me!!!!!
i miss my jammy

of all the houses in this town you chose mine

trust me to have a grasshopper with an identity crisis. why is it that for the passt week we have had a freaking grasshopper in the house, moving from room to room mekking de world of noise. Grasshopper - jumping and chirping insect of sub-order Saltatoria.........soooooooooo, why are u in my house????? shouldn't u be like outside being eaten by a frog or something, aren't the knicks or somebody playing, gosh go outside man. you may wonder y i don't just kill it. well, this answer is threefold, (1) why kill one of gods creatures (2) green used to be my favourite colour and (3) i am so completely scared of the thing dread, i mean cause it could like totally pounce on my at any given time rite and that ain't cool. so yes, i am a prisoner to the hopper :(

black boys on mopeds

now i am telling you, if i don't get these puppies outta here i am gonna blow something!!!!!! where i get these devil pups from i don't know but if by thursday dem ain't get no owners i sorry but is de streets fa dem, yeah man, you doubt me

meanwhile "ele" was sweet den, i mean, i had a ball, had on ma dancing gym shoes, exercised before ah left home so i was ready like freddy, and my man ele, didn't disppoint, went wid melly, shelly and ally, sorry kelly ain't mek ele, but maybe next toss, but it was great, for shitey my whitey

how cold is outside nowadays though, maybe santa claus is coming to the caribbean this year

sinead o'connor's music so does it for me

it's not the size that matters

trust mel to be doing a promotion where she encounters a securtiy guard from hell. hear tune, so this man keep talking and talking to mel, before she tell him from the start that "hey dude, u know what, i'm not interested ya know" she keep on talking back and smiling sweetly, so when he come today and reason he wanna borrow some money to buy some books y is she surprized???? de man basically think wunna is friends and what do friends do for each other, help them out when they need a hand duh!!!! so now when she says no, de man get vex vex ya know, lol, talking bout, and i quote "wait, y u gein on so, u like u is one a dem sorta girls ya" (when i hear this i deading ya know, cause she doing his voice real good) "i gun leff u alone boah" LOLOLOL. so now later on in de day after he done tell her he done comin round her cause she like she weird he gan still approach her and ask and i quote again "wah wrong wid you that u watching me? everytime everytime i look up i c you staring at me!" people, u would have to hear mel doing his voice to really get it, it is so funny that just typing bout it bringing tears to me eyes, the world is made up of many types..

in related news, so i gone to the laundry today cause ya know with this weather risking putting ya clothes on de line a a no no, so see me walking up supercentre stairs now n dese fellas at de top of de stairs gan reason "wait, ya mean ya can't clean, cook and now ya can't wash?". so in my lil voice i reason, "like hello, have u SEEN the weather recently, i can't get anything done" and they're like yeah waeva we ain't hearing u, ya can't wash plain n simple, n then it hit me, i don't know these ppl, y am i hear talking to them in the beginning, gotta go back on my medication ya!

bout these puppies from hell, i swear i gan give one of dem a choke slam sometime soon ya know, it's like they think i'm they're bitch, which i can't blame them for cause eveytime they cry i does b running outside, but now they taking it to another level, and oh baby, it's on!!!! crying crying if they want attention, crying if they want to be moved, crying so that i could come running out n then they get in their lil corner and laff at me, but you wait boy, i got a lil something planned called kitty cat!!!!!

stuttering stanley

de yr of the tie-tongue - now don't get me wrong, i have nothing against ppl with tie tongue, or dat stata nor nuttin, i sometimes stata myself and i used to talk to a guy das stata n that was a challenge within itself, but y is it that i jus butting them in some trying situations, take when i was in j'ca this summer after a nite of partying n stuff we decide to take a taxi home at like 4 sain in de morning so now when we get back on camp we gi de driver 5 US cause is b like 3 bills to get from de club to mona but we didn't know that taxi men don't take US and as foreign as they sound to us when they talk trust me we sound the same to them so while i there telling him we ain't got no jam he was trying to tell me something, now i can honestly say i understand most jamaican most of the time but what is worst than a fast talking jamaican? a stuttering fast talking jamaican, de man dere like "giberish, giberish, gibersh, me me me me, giberish nah, giberish gibersih US money" i swear, das wah i hear, tek me bout 5 mins to crack dat one and den when i finally get it i still ain't had nah jamaican to give him so he stupes curse me n went long, i cudn't even get vex cause up to now i still ain't know wah he say, n then today at sch now i drivin to park in this spot n this guard gan tell me i can't park in there so i like, "hello, i jus saw like 5 parks tho" and he's like "i i i i i i i i i i i i i i am de o o o o o o o official person.........." n den de rest is a blur honestly, what's goin on with the world?