Monday, November 30, 2009

Wow, it's been a while

.. but I dont have the time now to do a full update so lets give you the fun and unfun deets.

1. Bought a house
2. Someone backed into my car
3. Pneumonia
4. 4 A's 2B+'s 1 course plus thesis left for Master's
5. All 4 wisdom teeth removal, hurt like a mother, sutures removed and subsequent infection.
6. Found Simon on FB.. weee!

Ok that's it for now.. I'll try to write more.

Peath Owt[lithp thtyle]

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Yea I'm A Bad Person

..but am I conceivably worse than say a Simon or TOBP-Steve?

Here's the scenario:

I play a couple apps on Facebook. Tonight I was feeling generous and decided to have a competition to give away some items. The competition was to post the correct number between 200 and 400. Everyone was there posting along when this one lady comes and posts ALL the numbers from 200-400, as well as items for specific post numbers.

She now complains that she's won since she posted all the numbers. I explain to her that what she did cannot be done and she started complaining about me changing the rules mid-comp and blah blah upset upset. I, perplexed, ask her if she's having problems at home because there was no reason to behave like this. She disappears. Actual quote from her son [btw she one one of the post spots]:

My mom doesn't want your coins and she figured she wasn't going to get them since you post "oddly enough, no.. and after post 106 I'm going to close it... y'all are lahame."

As for what is happening at home, that is none of your business. You made my mom cry. I hope you are happy.

My Response:

Yeah, I noticed that I typed 106 instead of 196, but it was too late to edit it.

Tell your mom I'm sorry that she misinterpreted the rules, but I did not appreciate her behaviour, and I wasn't even upset, I was being rational.

As for being happy or unhappy, I honestly don't care. Don't take out your home issues on me.


Too cold?

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Long Time No See

Sorry folks, and yes its going to be a rant.

There's this guy that works as a bearer so he comes to our office daily. He's always making inappropriate comments, and had now started saying that I was going to get pregnant. I've always ignored him.

Today he came in and told one of our former netballers that she could not fly anymore because she's gotten too fat. I was like wtf? Anyways, he comes around to my section.

"You're going to be pregnant by December or you're not going to live to see January".

I was like wtf? Firstly, I have expressed to him the fact that I DESPISE children and have no wish to ever have any when he's said it before, but now he's wishing down ill on me? I was NOT amused. We're not friends, not even mild acquaintances. We don't even work on the same building.

I just wanted to go over there and beat the shit out of him. I have a sense of humour as much as the next person, even more, but that just wasn't funny.

I told my male friend and he said to tell him "Get you nose out of my bumboclaat business and go fuck a cactus". I was in tears. I heart my friends.

How are y'all?

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Monday, March 9, 2009

Fight or Flight?

Apparently, I'm a fighter.

Someone reversed into my car last week. Long story short, just to look a female, he wasn't paying attention and reversed into me even though I was blowing my horn ad nauseum. The impact was enough to partially raise my car, and raised the back of his low, untinted 1989 Ford Courier whose window was down.

The guy continued on to pick up the woman, then started driving off like he did not just hit my car. I was indignant. I drove him down and right beside him started shouting "You hit my car!!!". He looked... bemused is the best word, and continued driving on. I saw red. I took my car and swung in front of him [recounting the story to daddy later, I was thoroughly cursed out about how a car can be fixed but my life couldn't].

This was 8pm in what could be titled as one of the worst areas in the country, but I just stood there and got all his information while he kept prattling on, saying he didn't feel the hit. My coworkers [all men], said that based on the damage he couldn't NOT feel it. Blah blah blah he didn't want to pay the price my mechanic was charging vs. his [a US$30+ difference] and I just agreed on the amount he was giving me just as long asd I didn't have to hear his annoying voice ever again.

Yeah, I'm a fighter. I didn't just swoon and get scared because I got hit, if I had a machete I would've come out swinging because I was so upset that my car got hit sake of a man looking to dip his noodle into a honey pot he was never going to get. A couple of my male friends were going to "extract" the rest of the money from him, but I told them that it was pointless for such a paltry amount. Still love them though.

Tonight, I realized it was getting worse. We were playing dominoes at work and I got saddled with an extremely lame player. He made a very stupid move that cost us the game and I just got up and backhanded him. I need help... well so do my coworkers that laughed him to scorn.

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Wrath of God, or Act of Man?

Mood: Happy the electricity is back
Music: Harry Potter 3 on ABC Family
Author: maryjane

So the local power company workers are on strike...sorry I mean "restive".
The power company's grid is set up to work without actual man power...for awhile. So the citizens were warned that if the strike was not resolved soon, there would be power cuts this weekend.

Yesterday morning, my friend woke up. He lives in an area called Red Hills, he had no electricity or water. So there he was, staring at the walls, no BB, no net, no light, no water, no cable...and a neighbour was doing construction next door so lots of noise.
He was miserable. Eventually the electricity came back, but sadly it did not bring the water back with it and he came to my house in the evening to shower, then we went to dinner and for ice cream (yum!).

Just now, some Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on my door. Sigh.
I had just finished preparing dinner and was hungrily eating my chicken and veggies. At first I thought it was one of my neighbours knocking, as I heard the voice of a young lady and she was rattling off some words. I opened the window, nope, Witnesses. Before the older lady could complete her sentence I said, "I'm eating dinner."
Her: "yes we can smell it."
Me: "I'm not interested in solicitors, so just give me whatever material you have."

That was it. I took the "Awake" and shut the window and resumed my meal.
Guess what? The light went off the minute I shut the window.

So...who made the electricity go off?
The "restive" JPS Co. workers? Or the snubbed Jehovah's Witnesses?

I'm soliciting answers, and "No Solicitors" signs.

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Monday, February 2, 2009

Apparently I need Jesus

Mood: Exhausted
Music: "Tell me on a Sunday" by Sarah Brightman
Author: maryjane

Yesterday morning at 10:10 a.m. Jehovah's Witnesses knocked on my door to share the word of Yahweh with me. I was clearly asleep, as evidenced by me wearing my nightie and my hair standing up on one side of my head. Seeing as I had gone to bed very late the night before, I was not amused. I took the "Awake", closed the window and headed back to my bedroom - they hovered by my door for another 5 minutes before leaving.

I should have stood there speaking to them, and killed them with my morning breath.
Dammit, why didn't I think of that yesterday?
Shouldn't you guys be in church at 10:10 a.m. on a Sunday? Instead of witnessing to women with insomnia who aren't fully awake?

So...I think I'm going to take you guys up on your suggestion of getting a "NO SOLICITORS" sign. Anyone want to get a cute one for my door, and mail it to me?, e-mail me for my mailing address.

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Simon, were you on 'Who Wants to be a Millionare'?

I was watching a repeat on Game Show Network tonight and the first ever winner of 1 million dollars [or as the government and I like to call it $600 000]. The guy looked just like your profile pic.

Yeah, I know that's not really you, but the fact that there's someone now that looks just like that gave me the giggles.

So here's a question folks - what are your thoughts on the "other woman". Definition - a woman that knows a man is married and still... y'know ;) .

We were having an "other woman" discussion last night [after my full stomach of shrimp alfredo...yumm!] and I said that from the perspective of the child who has seen this woman potentially break up his parents' mariage... she's the whore that broke up mom and dad and to me, every "other woman" was an added straw to the back of the marriage... but then again, I think cheating is wrong. Not saying I have never done it or won't do it, but it's still wrong.

Your thoughts?

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Knock, knock...who's there?

Mood: Mellow
Music: American Idol Auditions
Author: maryjane

I have this thing about my space. I love it.
I love my friends, I love company and I love to entertain. However, when I get home from a long day at work, I like my space. I like to cook a nice meal, and then sit back and watch television while talking to my friends on-line.

Relaxing is nice, I like to relax in my little space. It's not much, but God it is home.
So this evening, I am in my kitchen making some chicken and veggie soup (yum!) with home-made garlic bread. The front door is open and the cool breeze is blowing in. Wolf Blitzer is on my television telling me all about Obama's first day (Obama is so hot, sigh). The smells of my meal are wafting, and I'm thinking about random things and smiling to myself.

And then...a solicitor is standing at my grill...staring in on my domain.
She starts about how dinner smells nice, blah blah blah.
And I felt it coming, in fact I was waiting for it:
"...I'm here this evening to talk to you about..."
I never let her get that far. I stopped her and explained to her that my home is my sanctuary and that I don't mean to be mean, but I've had a hard day and I just want to relax.
My brain had shut off about an hour before, and I just wanted to relax and have my meal.

She was polite, and went off to harass the rest of my neighbours that were home.
Shortly after, one of her selling colleagues, came up to the grill and asked when dinner would be ready, I first asked if she was with the other lady, and when she said yes I told her about 10 minutes. She then asked if she could come back for her share, I bluntly answered no. She looked shocked and walked off, but I didn't care. YOU are uninvited, at my door, making small talk which I didn't initiate. I know many persons feel the same way about people coming up to their door unannounced and unexpectedly...especially when they're selling or begging.

Eventually I shut the door, which ruined my mood. A girl should be able to have her door open, without solicitors coming up to the door...right?

I live off a main road. In fact, I will be facetious and call it a main thoroughfare damn near to a highway since this is after all, a small island and we have different standards from other countries.

I have to get used to solicitors, beggars and random persons walking off the road and right up to my door, staring in at me in all states of dress and undress and my apartment in all states of clean and disorderly.
I dislike it.
But more importantly, at the end of the day, I can't stand people coming to solicit.

In the case of the lady this evening, I know it's a job and kudos to her for doing it. But it's evening, people are home and they just want to relax. It's bad enough when we're harassed on the phone by someone selling something we do not want...but walking up to our doors?
The line needs to be drawn somewhere. There are safety issues to consider, anyone can pretend they are selling a product from any company, and go up to another's door, wait for them to open the door and then attack them. Then there is the safety of the person doing the selling. I think employers need to forget the bottom line for a second and consider the safety of not only their employees but potential customers.

That is all.
Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]
(what? I had to say it, lol)

So I'm Not Hallucinating...

... or there's lead in the water.

Last night there was a prayer vigil\ceremony in the house next door to drive out evil spirits. The house has been abandoned for years and the woman that lived there before had killed a man over money.

The board told them to fix it up or they were going to sell it, so they started work this month. Two men were living over there while working so that nobody would steal the materials, as had been done in the past. Apparently they saw something that scared the bejesus out of them, thus the ceremony.

When my sister was alone in our last house [same neighbourhood], we had had a similar ceremony after my sister saw things and it tried to "do" things to her. I have always thought that the things I see normally and occasionally when I wake up were hallucinations, but it's weird that several people are seeing things, don't you think?

Oh did I mention that our neighbourhood was built over soldier graves? I don't know if they had removed the remains or not... so yeah, I'm living in my very own Pet Cemetary. Oddly enough, the things I see never bother me, I guess "Duppy know who fi frighten".

Here's to bad juju leaving the house next door for parts unknown!

Peath Owt [lthp thtyle]

Monday, January 19, 2009

Keeping My Pimp Hand Strong

So I was talking to a friend yesterday, and he was telling me of his 13 year old sister's shenanigans.

Last we she packed up her party gear, put pillows under her bed, and left with her friend to go to a party miles away. She didn't tell anyone or ask permission, and whilst my friend saw her going out the door, since he doesn't pay much attention to her, thought that she had had the requisite permissions and was in the clear. It wasn't until her mother asked "Where's X?" and he replied did they all find out about the duplicity.

They tried calling her cell phone. No answer. They called a friend and made the friend call, and they were able to garner where she was. Did I mention that this party was at a boy's house, a boy who she's been lying to try to get to his house for months?

The parents met up with her aunt and they made the trek to the location, where the mother was going to beat her down right there at the party, but the father held her back and they carried her home. The father took her cell phone and told her no tv for a week or some other rubbish punishment. That's what my friend told me with utter disgust in his voice. He has lost respect for his father.

Now you see, this is why me and my friends shouldn't have children... our parenting styles diverge from those parents. I would've turned up at the house, went into the party, draped her up and asked her what she was doing there, then gave her the kind of backhand which would make the kids say the next day that she was "keeping her pimp hand strong" . Then I would find the colluding friend and cuss her out in the middle of the party. Then I'd call her parents, and all of my daughter's parents and explain to them the situation and tell them that my daughter is not allowed out of the house without one of her parents present. That, of course, would be after I took off my slipper and started beating her on the way to the car. She'd have to go to school on Monday with a massive black eye, because they don't allow Jackie-O glasses.

Oh right, and then I'd apply for a transfer because I was sending her ass to boarding school. Her high school career would be finished before it even started. Take away cell phone and ban the tv? Nope, that would be her only contact to the outside world.

That ladies and gentlemen, is why I don't have kids. I don't play.

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]

Saturday, January 10, 2009


I don't know if you have been reading the news, but Somali pirates had taken over a Saudi Arabian tanker for ransom. The idea of physical piracy in this day and age is laughable at best, but people actually do it.

So it looked like a stalemate until the Saudis paid the ransom demands. Here's the fun part - 5 of the pirates, whilst going away into the sunset on their little putt-putt motorboat, drowned when their boat capsized... and all was right with the world.

I'm very much a believer in the just desserts system. I personally would not have met their demands. I'd pay off some corrupts cops in Somalia [me being the wealthy oil sheik] and have all of their families eradicated. Physical piracy is something that comes high up on my naughty list.

You know what else comes high up on that list? Hypocrisy. That;s why I was happy when the police shut down a church that was making too much noise. We have noise abatement ordinances that somehow always seemed to get overlooked when it came to religious services, even though some went way into the night.

You would call and complain and the police would brush you off, not caring that your nose was literally bleeding becaus eof the noise. Many a time I would wish all manner of plagues to haunt them. No more... they got a directive from above that party noises = church noises so both have to obey.


Peath Owt[lithp thtyle]

Monday, January 5, 2009

First Post

... of course has to be me cursing JS to high heaven. Very irresponsible ... VERY irresponsible, and just when Simon came back too. You've essentially Hiroshima-ed a great community... we loved JS.

Bleh, whatever. I don't know if I'm going to try to Google all my posts and put them here.. we shall see. I'm glad I'm at a Google site though, I feel my data will be better protected. If you're on JS, pop in. Lets try to regain some of what we've lost.

Peath Owt [lithp thtyle]