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This is a New Year, Have Ambition…

Throw weh di knife,
throw weh di gun…

Yeah, that was some lyrics from an old dancehall tune, don’t remember who did it or anything, but its a nice sentiment for Jamdown still! Anyway, I “nah lingah” on that issue. :grin:

Yeah, so I was thinking over the events of the Old Year and I had to conclude that 2008 was a pretty nice year for me. It was the year Natty and I moved into our new house, its the year I got a dog again… we had a month long visit by much loved family members, and a four day visit by another much loved family member… we traveled a couple of times, got to see family and friends who we rarely see anymore. That was pretty special! I’m still in a job, and if I keep performing well, I should be in that job until at least March 2010, with a promise of new, supposedly brighter things after that… yadda, yadda… I mean, there are umpteen reasons why I say the year was a good one. I won’t try to detail them all right now.
The year wasn’t without its fair share of stress, mind you, but then which year isn’t, and there were all the good points mentioned above to balance it out. Big up for 2008!

As a result, I didn’t have the wild urge to rip out and burn the Old Year that sometimes I have had in the past.

I spent last night chilling at home with Natty and MBJr. I was finishing up a great novel, “Physik” by Angie Sage (one of the Septimus Heap series that I mentioned previously).

After that was finished, the three lay on my bed watching “Deal or No Deal“. A very exciting show, it was! A woman won US$1,000,000 on the show last night, apparently she was only the second person to have done so this year! The excitement generated by herself and her family was infectious!

After that show finished, we watched some other stuff, (either Hanna Montana or Miley Cyrus (MBJr. likes her)) then we went outside to watch the fireworks that people living in the Northward-Bodden Town-Beach Bay region (three neighbourhoods that are quite close together) set off.

There were a lot of fireworks actually, so much so that after awhile, the smoke from the fireworks covered my street like mist! I was a bit surprised by this!

Afterwards, we went in and lay down and soon went to sleep… but not before I said a fervent prayer for the New Year, 2009.

That baby has a lot to live up to, some big footsteps to walk in, yo! I hope the New Year is up to it. Challenges are there lining up to do battle with the New Year already.

Of course, life is what you make it. The year itself can’t really do anything for you, you have to make do for yourself. All this talk of the “year” being good or bad is just a manner of speaking, and so I say, “Challenges there are, but with God in my corner, and with optimism, good ideas, and fortitude, I plan to fight against those challenges, working to ensure that 2009 does even better than 2008 did!” That basically is my resolution. Wish me luck nuh?

At the same time, I exhort you all to do the same as I plan to. Work towards it, and make of 2009 whatever you will. Make it into a wonderful year for yourselves too!

I wish for you all a wonderful New Year, filled with love and laughter, health and prosperity!

One Love.

Maiden Cay 2008

Party in Session

Party in Session

Apparently there was a boom session on Maiden Cay (a cay just offshore in Kingston, Jamaica) recently, there are a ton of photos on Facebook taken during the party. Judging from the pictures I saw, it would have been right up my alley, star! Looks like it was a lot of fun, I am sorry I missed it. Readers, if any of you went, enlighten me as to who put it on so that I can make sure it doesn’t miss me next time I spend Christmas in Jamaica.

Interesting Stuff, Reviews

I have often said it, and the people at Esquire Magazine agree with me! Thay have named Halle Berry as the “Sexiest Woman Alive” for 2008. Click on the preceding link to check out ten pictures of Miss Hottie Hottie herself, and also to read some of her responses in the interview she did with the magazine. In that interview she maintains, among other things, that women are responsible for their own orgasms. There is some interesting stuff in there, so go check it out.

Here are some more interesting things I read recently… Okay, maybe you’ve heard this one… If you drop a penny from the top of the Empire State Building, if it hit someone walking below, it would kill them. Have you heard that one? I did, when I was a kid. I never really questioned it. I am not saying I believed it, I just heard it, said “Really?”. and forgot it. Hey it sounds plausible enough though…. well, it isn’t true. So they said on MSN.COM yesterday, anyway.

That little tidbit was interesting, but nowhere near as interesting as what they had to say on the next slide!
There they talked about which celebrities were qualified to be members of the Mensa International (which consists of some really bright people, click the link if you want more details on the Mensa International). They said that Steve Martin, adult film star Asia Carrera, and Playboy Playmate Julie Peterson have IQ levels that would qualify them to be members! (Click here to read it!)

Wow! Okay, Steve Martin! Whoda thunk it! I mean, the man has starred in movies where he is made to look / behave so silly! :)
Then Asia Carrera and Julie Peterson! Wow! I guess its just a stereotype, but I wouldn’t have thought that people who were so bright would make their money the way these two ladies do / did.

Let me ask a question… do you think that IQ is the best indicator of human intelligence? I am not asking because they say these people have such high IQs, bythe way…

Review time: I took MBJr. to see the movie, “Bolt“. It was quite entertaining, I got lots of laughs from it! :lol: It was an interesting storyline too, quite different, I found. Give the movie a watch, even if you don’t have a kid to take to watch it. There is a line in the movie I will remember for quite awhile, where Bolt (he is a dog, BTW) calls this cat a “degenerate creature of the dark”! I love it! I just KNOW I am going to call someone that! I don’t know who it’ll be yet, but I MUST call someone that! :LOL:

Also in the review vein, so the Harry Potter series of novels are done. They were great, but its over, folks! If the series left you with a taste for wizardry and witchcraft, there is another series you might want to check out. These books are the “Septimus Heap” series of books by Angie Sage. There are some similarities of course, but not so much that the Septimus Heap books aren’t interesting, at least, that is what I found! When I am reading these books, I don’t find myself thinking, “Oh, that ‘ish’ was in the Harry Potter series!” at all, in fact! Go check the “Septimus Heap” series out, folks.

Under Attack

So, what a gwaan, my crew? Me, I’m just having a quiet little Christmas season. Its just MBJr., Natty and I that be hanging… We haven’t really gone anywhere special or done anything special, and yet, its been a decent long weekend nevertheless.

Actually, I lie. I hit the street last night, went out to play pool. Didn’t see hardly anyone out at Corner Pocket, ended up shooting pool with one of the bar tenders, the short cutish one who, unfortunately for her, doh have any butt. Poor ting.

Anyway, I played pool with her the whole night, which is bad, because she doesn’t play that well, and if I play her at my full skill level, she stops playing (she doh like getting beat badly) and so it wasn’t any real practice at all.

The only other “not normal” thing that happened over this weekend was that Simba and I got rushed by dogs, not once, but twice this weekend!

The first time was Saturday night, I was passing this yard where they have about a dozen dogs (I not kidding), mostly Pit Bulls and Malinois. Trust me, the dogs over there look ferocious! Anyway, as I approached the gate, the Malinois bitch that is always tied up by the front door showed me that she had got free by bounding out at me! She looked a little small in the yard, but I saw that she looked big enough as she was rushing out at us, trust me!

Anyway, my shouting and banging of the PVC pipe I always walk with on the road served to drive her back into her yard and I did an immediate about face and went in the opposite direction, since their house is almost at the point where I turn back to go home anyway.

Then yesterday, almost as we left the house, I was passing this yard where they have two dogs, always locked in their kennels. This time, one of their dogs (a lean, hungry looking pit bull) was out. I saw that it was out and about while I was still some distance away, but I said to myself, “Ah public road dis!”, and so I steeled my resolve and palmed about three stones from my pocket. Their house has two gates, and I was looking all around as I passed the first gate. I didn’t see anything, and for some reason, I assumed that the dog must’ve run around the back or something, and the danger was past.

I pocketed the three stones again and continued walking. As I passed the second gate, I looked in, only to see the blasted dog bounding out at us, growling and snarling! I shouted at it and banged my stick (piece of PVC pipe, really) on the road (my usual tactics), but the blasted dog kept a’coming!

I tugged on Simba’s chain to pull him after me as I moved on past the gate, because by this time Simba was trying to pull me over as he was seeking to join the oncoming dog in battle. The dog jinked to its left first, then charged in, jaws agape, ready to bite Simba, who was having difficulty answering the attack as I was in full retreat, dragging him along with me. As the dog jumped in, I gave him one big lick in the head with the PVC pipe, so hard that the tip of it broke off.

At that, he broke his charge and moved off to his left again, growling and snarling still, but not rushing back in to attack. Good thing too, because the backward movement of my feet, and the swinging of the stick co-incided with Simba bouncing into my legs and I fell down in the road! I bounded back to my feet, scared lest the dog might rush me while I was down. He didn’t though, and I continued my backing away from him until I was at a safe distance. I then palmed two stones and stopped, waiting to see if he was going to rush Trixie (Simba’s friend who always tags along for walks, she is the white dog in the picture a couple of posts below). The dog didn’t though, as I expected, because she is a bitch and he is a dog, so…

Anyway, his owner got up off her fat ass and came to the gate and called the dog in. I didn’t say anything to her at the time, as I felt that they may not have expected their dog to behave like that and the whole thing might have taken them by surprise.

They have seen me walkingby their house many a time beforethough, and I felt that they would go tie their dog up until I had passed their house again on my way home after walking the dog. Thats what I would do, anyway!

Who tell me to assume that! On the way back, the eediat dog started rushing out at us again! I pelted a stone at him then brandished my stick menacingly and he halted just outside his gateway, barking and ting. I was pretty pissed this time still! Why dem never tie up di blasted dawg?!

I continued on my way and dropped Simba off at home, then I jumped into my car and drove back around to the house where the dog had rushed me, to talk to its owners. I saw the woman who had come out and called in her dog earlier and I told her (angrily) that I would have thought she would have tied up the dog after it attacked Simba and I the first time we had passed, as she has seen me walking by many a time and she should know that I had to pass back.

She told me that she didn’t know it had attacked me, despite the fact that she had been sitting out in her driveway when it happened. Ok, so maybe she didn’t SEE it, but she must’ve heard it! We weren’t silent throughout the whole thing!

She went on to say that the dog wasn’t a bad dog, and that it was just being a dog, and that it was normally locked up in this fenced off kennel they have, but they had just let it out for a little run.

I told her that the dog had indeed attacked us, and that I had to bash it in the head with a stick to deter its attack. I admitted to her that the dog wasn’t necessarily trying to attack me, but was going for Simba. I then told her that in any fight between them that occurred, I could easliy get bitten myself, and as such, I would have expected that they would have tied the dog up, especially knowing that I had to pass back that way to get back home. She said she would tie it up right away. Big help that was now! Whatever!

What really pissed me off was that no one over there tried calling back the dog when it rushed out initially or the second time, despite the fact that there were about 4 people in the driveway, including her. If that dog rushes me again, I am going to start walking Simba with my machete, instead of the PVC pipe. Awoah!

I love dogs still, you know, but I not taking no bite from none of them if I can help it. Next time, is just a blasted chop the dog going get, and make any of them say anything to me! Is dat time the war start!

Anyway, I gone again… TTYL.

I want this T-Shirt!

Nice T-Shirt

Nice T-Shirt

Me black out de ppl dem face because me nuh know dem and me get di picha from Facebook and me nuh have dem permission fi post it, but ah really di T-shirt me a show unnu… Me haffi fine smaddy weh mek T-Shirt and mek dem build one ah dis fimi. Eeeh? Me a breech intellectual copyright? Den sen’ on one ah di shirt dem nuh? Oddawize, ‘tap talk!

Wha’ Gwaan?

Bwoy, MBJr. cleaned up this year! Nuff electronics, games, DVD players, sporting paraphernalia… He loved it!

Natty outdid herself with the food… gungu peas and rice… Very nice! A lovely ham and some equally lovely baked chicken. A strawberry cheesecake! (Yes, she made it all herself, this is not no cake mix sup’n! This was the real deal!) MMMmmmmmm!

M’Buthulezi came up to our house and we nyammed the food and we hung out. Since it’s Christmas time, we relaxed the rules and had some Hagen Dazs ice cream too, plus some of Natty’s inimitable strawberry cheesecake! It was a good day! (* sigh *) :grin:

Simba is the only one of us who perhaps could have had a better Christmas Day. Poor pup, I kept him tied up most of the night because of all those infernal other people shooting off fireworks and exploding firecrackers, lest he run off and get lost, as has happened to other dogs I know of.

I did get up around 3:30am to let him go, but he was tied back up within an hour and a half, because the poor little sod went next door to play with the neighbour’s dog and a loud barking match ensued, at about 5:00 in the morning! Can you imagine? :shock:

Cursing profusely, I rolled out of bed again and went outside and tied him back up.

Don’t worry, Simba. Chistmas soon done and you can be free once more.

Today? I don’t have any real plans, but its all good. It can be nice to just chill with the family. I do plan to go rent a couple of movies for MBJr (and myself) to watch on his our portable DVD Player! Maybe I’ll give MBJr. a bit of batting practice with his cricket bat at the park later too, who knows…

So, how the Christmas going for you?

Season’s Greetings!

Mad Bull say, “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you!”. :grin:
Thats it. Thats all. I’m out.

Because Laughter is the Best Medicine

Someone sent me this via email and I thought it would make y’all LOL, so I posted it.

WHY YOU NEVER ASK A DRUNK PERSON A QUESTION

I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
A half-gallon of 2% milk,
A carton of eggs,
A quart of orange juice,
A head of romaine lettuce,
A 2 lb. can of coffee, and
A 1 lb. package of bacon.

As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk
standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier.
While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated,
‘You must be single.’

I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the
derelict’s intuition, since I was indeed single. I looked at the six items
on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that
could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: ‘Well, you know what, you’re absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?’

The drunk replied, ‘Cause you’re ugly.’ :lol: :lol:

I also received a set of pictures via email and it made me decide to post one and to ask y’all to be very careful and to avoid drinking and driving as you go about enjoying the festive season.

Look a how the car was crushed!

Look a how the car was crushed!

Simba and friends…

Simba, Pablo and Trixie

Simba, Pablo and Trixie

Bwoy, I really miss Pablo. Pablo is the black & white pit bull mix in the picture above. He is the one in the middle. He wasn’t mine, but he sort of adopted me. Unfortunately, Pablo’s owner sort’ve let him roam too much, and Pablo was either stolen or snatched by the dog catchers. If it was the dog catchers, he is dead by now, so I hope he was just stolen.

Pablo was a good dog, he was…

“ES! TEE! GEE! CEEE-EEE! Olivier Shield Champions! We tek it to dem!

The Light Blues Rule!

The Light Blues Rule!

Pram! Pram! Yes, Rasta, St. Georges College took it to St. James High this weekend, beating the Da Costa Cup Champions 3-2 in aggregate, after going down to them 2-1 in Kingston last week! Big up to dem!

As for the bottling by the St. James fans, well, ah so it always go when them people lose in any sport, once the match play at home! :roll:

Some things never change, I guess…

The authorities that be ought to ban matches there for two years over it. Do that over and over and I bet the likkle fasseys stop romp so! Cho! :mad:

Natalie Martinez

Natalie Martinez

Just watched “Death Race” on DVD. Wicked show, mah peeps! The story is a bit weak, in that it is sort of predictable sometimes, but the death racing itself rocks, yo!

Do away with the antiquated hanging, I say! I think we need to set up a track fi dat shit in Jamaica, for the people on death row! Televise it, put it on pay per view and make money to run the prison system, while providing entertainment that most Yardies (and lots of people everywhere) would love to watch, while at the same time getting rid of those who were slated to be hanged. Its bloody brilliant! :grin:

Natalie Martinez is pretty hawtt as Jensen’s navigator in the show too, by the way. I think she just took over from Maria Conchita Alonzo as my favourite Latina actress… Yeah, I know that there have been many others (Jessica Alba and Salma Hayek, for starters) in between her and Maria, but Natalie just has something there….

By the way, I think that I promised to let you know what I thought of Wordpress 2.7… People, it ROCKS!!!! Whoooo!!!! Awesome job, Wordpress peoplez! On behalf of Wordpress bloggers everywhere, Thanks!!!

People, I am going to lef’ you with a little joke I just came across… got it from a sistren on Facebook, so if you saw it there recently, yeah, I-man did steal it.

Have you ever wondered where and how yodeling began?

Many years ago a man was traveling through the mountains of Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching and he had nowhere to sleep. He went up to a farmhouse and asked the farmer if he could spend the night.

The farmer told him that he could sleep in the barn.

As the story goes, the farmer’s daughter asked her father, ‘Who is that man going into the barn?’. ‘That fellow is traveling through,’ said the farmer. ‘Needs a place to stay for the night, so, I told him he could sleep in the barn.’.

The daughter said, ‘Perhaps he is hungry.’, so she prepared a plate of food for him and then took it out to the barn. About an hour later, the daughter returned. Her clothing disheveled and straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went.

The farmer’s wife was very observant. She then suggested that perhaps the man was thirsty. So she fetched a bottle of wine, took it out to the barn, and she too did not return for an hour. Her clothing was askew, her blouse buttoned incorrectly. She also headed straight to bed.

The next morning at sunrise the man in the barn got up and continued on his journey, waving to the farmer as he left.

When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor was gone, she broke into tears. ‘How could he leave without even saying good-bye,’ she cried. ‘We made such passionate love last night!’. ‘What?’ shouted the father as he angrily ran out of the house looking for the man, who by now was halfway up the mountain. The farmer screamed up at him, “I’m going to get you! You had sex with my daughter!”. The man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth, and yelled out…..

‘”LAIDTHEOLADEETOO!”‘ :)

Merry Christmas, my bredrins! Peace & love! I’m out.