tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67776553669476561242023-11-16T01:53:04.770-05:00ChunchiMinaChunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-83896563587190221082016-08-30T21:35:00.003-05:002016-08-30T21:58:36.342-05:00Single, 30 and Not PanickingGuy: "I'm sure you and hubby have plans."<br />
Me: "No hubby, I'm single"<br />
Guy: "So how old are you?"<br />
Me: "30"<br />
Guy: "And you're single? Wow, you not worried?"<br />
Me: "Worried about what?"<br />
Guy: "Cus you up there now, you old."<br />
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My first thought was how did I end up having such a conversation with a <strike>juvenile</strike> moron. For a hot second I kinda felt bad. Eventually I smiled and walked away as that was the legal thing to do when I mentally explored my options.<br />
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About 2-3 years ago I actually DID feel like my time was running out, I felt gypped because of relationships I had been in with dishonest men, I saw all my high school classmates start their own families, I wanted to know where was MY "Happily Ever After". But now... now I'm in a state of absolute comfort with my age and my status, I'm in no rush to change that, nor do I want to feel bad for it.<br />
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Society really has us believing that by my age you should "have 2 yute" whether you're a man or a woman, it's this constant pressure. Now that you're "up there" in age you need either breed or breed sumtn. I have this fear of being a single mother, no lie. I respect single moms cus that ish is HARD and I do not, in anyway, want to dive into that life. I don't have a man/partner/husband so my womb is empty and will remain that way until I have found someone that is fully committed to me.<br />
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Let me just go ahead and say it, I'd rather be married before I have kids.<br />
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Yes yes yes I know marriage doesn't end problems or prevent the possibilities of problems arising, but EYE would just rather be married first. Maybe when i'm 37 I'll reconsider this...or not, who knows.<br />
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But right now, August (damn near December) 2016, I am not worried, not concerned, not actively dating. Aside from those rare moments of weakness, I enjoy my empty bed and having full control over the remotes and to be quite honest, I'm just not ready. I thought I was, even tried going out with guys earlier this year but I quickly realised I needed some me time, some more healing time and some work-on-yourself time.<br />
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Sometimes I see women in their 40s who are unmarried and I want to question them, find out their story, since I have my own and see what we may have in common. There are so many women out there who have had one heartbreak too many or just had experiences they never fully recovered from and have made the decision to be alone or are just too afraid to try once more.<br />
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Not every man or woman will have children or get married. Your fate and destiny won't be like any other person's, don't let anyone tease or pressure you into doing something you're not ready for. I know a guy who is engaged right now and kicking himself about it. It's just not worth the stress.<br />
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There's no need to sit there and feel as if something is wrong with you why you haven't been chosen yet, or found the one. Just live your life, have fun, do great, try new things, travel more. You never know what's waiting just around the river bend.<br />
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<br />Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-35881133941061672092016-08-25T22:29:00.001-05:002016-08-25T22:29:09.277-05:00Those demons? I slayed them.<span style="color: #38761d;">Hiya!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">It's been 2 good and proper years since I've written a blog, and 5 years since I spoke on the demons that haunted me when I turned 25.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Well...they're dead. Bloop!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">A LOT has changed in 5 years, there are fragments of the 2011 Chunchi left lingering around but my mindset, work ethic and attitude towards life has taken a complete 180.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I realised not everyone around you wanted to see you outgrow them.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">I learnt to stop letting others influence my decisions.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">I understood that you should surround yourself with those who stimulate your growth.</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">I found out it's actually pretty easy for your boyfriend to get married without your knowledge.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">At some point,specifically at the end of 2011, I found a career path that worked for me, something I could teach myself, pick up pointers here and there and just develop over time. I built myself up, I focused on me and me alone, I started thinking differently, everything was a challenge for me, everything was a test I needed to pass. This must be where my fear of failure really kicked into overdrive.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I no longer feel like a bum because I don't have a degree, I have accomplished so much and made a name for myself without a degree. It feels kinda good to answer a call and be told "I've seen your work and I need you on my team" but the Universe has blessed me to the point where I now have to turn down these opportunities because I am SWAMPED.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Looking back now, I can see my very obvious mistakes but I'm glad i made them because it built character, made me more focused, and hungry to do more and be more. I'm grateful for the people who stuck around or popped up along the way to encourage me and cheer me on. Looking forward to another 5 year.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><i><b>Xoxo ChunchiMina</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">P.S. I'm still gonna get the damn paper, even though, it's just an accessory at this point.</span><br />
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Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-58480362847447232442014-03-11T13:54:00.000-05:002016-08-25T21:37:53.884-05:0013 Things To Know When You Visit Jamaica<span style="color: #38761d;">You've always heard about this beautiful island and it's hospitable people and great energy. Let's be real, every country has the good, the bad and the in between...so let me assist you somewhat.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;"><b>1. Pedestrians are your eyes and ears</b>.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">Ask questions of the people around you, bus routes, prices for something you're thinking about buying, places to eat. The local mind is your best ally. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Yes it works here. If you want to find a business place or attraction, Google it. Also, a cab company or the</span><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> <a href="http://www.jutc.com/">JUTC</a> </span><span style="color: #38761d;">will prevent you from being lost or price gouged by roadside cabs. Need the number for any service, search for it at</span><span style="color: #f6b26b;"> <a href="http://jamaicayp.com/">The Jamaica Yellow Pages</a> .</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">For anything really. A quick brunch will turn into a trip to Portland and a street dance in Kingston 4 till sunrise. We like to drink. All through the day. Just enjoy the moment.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Wherever you go, talk to people, find out what's happening tonight, tomorrow night, this Saturday etc. There's a huge event every night in Kingston and these new friends will tell you about them.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">8. "Down di road".</span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">What this means, when someone says "Oh it jus down di road", we mean, it's a 15 minute walk. The older the person who told you this, the further and longer it is. Don't make me say i told you so.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">We need you to understand that you are not in Kansas anymore. You're probably used to beer and if you want to venture into the world of rum, Jamaican Rum...know this:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">9a) For every 2 drinks, have some water.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">9b) If the bartender is laughing while he pours your drink, you're fucked.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">10. Forever and a day.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">11. Irie and Yeh Mon.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">We don't say it, you shouldn't either. We know it SOUNDS like we're saying "mon" but we aren't. And I've never heard any Jamaican say "Irie". Ever.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">12. Explore.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">This is particularly for those of you who are staying on the North Coast. Get out the hotel, peruse the town, buy some food on the street side. Ask your hotel Activities Coordinator to take a group of you out. Drink out of a real coconut. If you're in Kingston (or nearby) go to Blue Mountains. You won't regret it.</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #f6b26b;">13. Don't be scared.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">We don't run through the streets, guns blazing. Behave as if you're at home. Be aware of your surroundings and don't do anything you wouldn't do at home. Except have fun.</span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-42693799985624588182013-10-14T00:07:00.000-05:002016-08-25T21:41:11.472-05:00We Should Wear Burkas <span style="color: #38761d;">Being a woman is Jamaica has got to be one of the most challenging things on Earth. We aren't as free as the other gender thinks. Every day there is a personal attack on my anger management and sometimes i have to buy myself a cookie as a reward for coming such a far way.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Last night i was at a local bar/lounge having fun, i sat most of the night because my heels were killing me. Now and then i'd get up and dance then sit back down. This guy, who was there with his friends, came over to me and said something that i can't recall...but while he was talking, his hand was on my thigh. I quickly answered his question and turned my head so that he would go away. A few minutes later he came back and immediately rested his hand on my thigh again, this time I looked down at his hand, and removed it. He then turned to his friend and said "Come mek we leff yahso yaah man cah it comeen like a bere lesbian in yah!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Now.....some of you know that i listen to Mantras to focus my energy and such. I literally had to close my eyes at that bar and centre myself. At first I tried "1 Potato 2 potato 3 potato..." Then i just went straight into a Mantra. Cus I was SO close to snatching him by his goddamn neck. My entire night was ruined, my bredrin who I was there with just couldn't understand why I was still angry because to him, what they guy said was rude yes, but shouldn't rest so heavily on my mind. Basically, to him, it was not that serious.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">But it was. And I am tired of it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">WHY is it that Jamaican men think that no one should ever turn them down? WHY do they think they can say, do anything to you and you should just take it because you are woman and shouldn't complain cus "Big man a look you"? WHO is training these fools? Which Academy of the Daft did these assholes attend?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I wonder sometimes if men understand how much of a task it is just to run errands on a day to day basis. I could wear a turtle neck and straight legged pants with sneakers, I'd STILL be subject to some of the most vile, disrespectful comments you can imagine. Jamaican women are emotionally, physically, sexually harassed every single day by strangers and so called friends. And i'll get to the friends part soon.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">"Baby how u pu**y so fat?" </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">"Bwoy baby yuh front jus buff up inna yuh pants deh doh.."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">......And then you have the men who will grab onto you. And if you flash your hand away or reprimand them..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">The other day a man grabbed at me and i said "Don't f*ckin touch me"..his friend snapped back with "Ay gyal yuh a cuss badwud afta man like u nuh know say u will get beat up in yah!". "In yah" being the Papine taxi stand. Yea? Yea. A man legit threatened to BEAT me, in public, because i cursed at a man who was grabbing at me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">One of the biggest disappointments are the male friends, the "bredrins" who you've know for years and years, that suddenly feel it's ok so squeeze your ass or breast when they're greeting you. Then when you reprimand them, they respond with "Is wahpm...yuh man deh yah?". Listen....you just violated me and our friendship...and your response to me telling you to stop is to ask if my man is here? AS IF I don't have rights to defend my body. AS IF I should let you do whatthefuckever you want until a man has claimed me. I'd love to see you sit and watch this happen to your daughters. Really.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Suppose I DID have a man and you didn't know, and he was standing nearby and saw you do that? What would you say? "Sorry bossy mi neva know say u did deh yah.."?? If i'm in a room full of people and i'm sitting beside a guy who I've just began dating, you come in and hug me then squeeze my breast, because you THINK you can...this guy has quite possibly, lost ALL respect for me. Cus if a guy can touch on me as he pleases, why should he claim me? If i was a guy and saw that, that chick could just lose my number because clearly this is something that happens ALLLLL the time.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">What is it about the Jamaican male ego that makes them act and think this way? I can wear whatever I want in the U.S. without feeling like meat. Jamaican women are tired, i'm tired...and on the verge of violence. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">If I ever get a taser or pepper spray, dog nyam unnu supper. Friend or stranger.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I've always said that the wrong job can be poisonous. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">You get heart palpitations just thinking about going in, migraines, diarrhea and just outright depression. But at what point do you call it quits? What sign do u wait on? The consensus is to bite the bullet and push through until something better comes along....possibly the most annoying thing i've ever heard. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">I'm losing my mind really. Dont mind me over here. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;">Definitely gonna focus on developing my skills and amp up my services. My sistren says every day that working for people will get u nowhere, maybe it's time I focus on me and stop making myself sick working for people. </span><br />
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Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-3357606744241408212013-01-11T08:35:00.004-05:002016-08-25T21:54:21.177-05:00The Break Up<span style="color: #38761d;">A misunderstanding.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">A selfish act.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Space.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Whatever it was that caused you and someone you love to call it quits. Shit happened and you broke up.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Girls cry, we get mad, we play tough, cry again, maybe call over an old f*ck buddy, tweet through it, f*ck through it, cry, eat ice cream and convince ourselves that it will work out.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Men act tough, shrug their shoulders....meh....whatevz. After 3 weeks they're glued to a rum bar and reliving all the good days with a sistren....cus of course, they cant have that kinda talk with the niggas. They f*ck through it, tweet hardcore shit. Get their nob slobbed by their back-up bitch (They all have one). Drink some more ...at home this time, grow a beard, tweet. They're ok (not). </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">There's something quite.....painful...about seeing someone you know, inside and out, and not being able to speak to them. When you so happen to be around them and they laugh about something someone said to them and it hits you....you haven't heard that laugh in months. They walk pass you and their scent body slams you into the lockers of memories you carefully stowed away in the dungeons of your brain and heart. All you can do is turn your head and focus real hard on that....that...tile in front of you. Gorgeous tile.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">You start wondering exactly how long this period of healing and self love and getthef*ckoveritalready is supposed to last. You dont wanna be friends, you cant be friends. Impossible.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">You happen upon them on lunch date. No big deal. Just flip over their table and dance in their food and walk out right? F*ck yea. You're not jealous, you're healing. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">*drops on the floor and cries like smeagol*</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Scroll through your phone book and linger on their name for a few seconds...hmmm.... *turns phone in hands*... yes... you're gonna call and try to talk it out. Nahh...save yourself the embarrassment.....and credit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">Tweet through it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">You live your life, work, home, work, home, rinse and repeat...sprinkled with a night out, a few dates, meaningless sex. After a while that tugging in your heart either goes away or learns to shut the hell up ( i think)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">There's love....then there's LOVE....then there's JEZAS CRISE MI GET TIE A WAH DIS GAD?!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">After 2 or 3 .....shit...or more years....you find someone and you're happy. You settle down and you start thinking about marriage...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">What if, the love you have for your current boo...isnt as strong as what you had/have for your ex? What do you do? Have you wondered that? if you'll find this kind of deep, passionate, wonderful love again?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f6b26b;">......</span></span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-17913281354114741402012-08-30T06:31:00.000-05:002016-08-25T21:54:41.106-05:00Freedom over Respect?<span style="color: #38761d;">Have you ever wondered if us women are to blamed for the behaviour of men these days?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Did we create the demons we have to deal with?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Could it go as far back as fighting for rights to vote, to work in certain industries and aspire to be in institutions that are branded as "Men Only". Could it be because we have for so many years fought to be equals, that now men really are treating US just as how they would treat each other?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">The sexual polarities have been completely switched, women are taking charge, taking charge of their bodies, speech, opinions and freedom overall. But it seems with this freedom comes the abrasive treatment of the "Modern Gentleman". The "Modern Gentleman" who, doesnt particularly open doors or give you his seat on a bus or hell....even try to find a job.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Is it now that we women, should now be the ones to...offer a shoulder to cry on, pay the bills or rent, stand 2 hours on a bus ride, have a 3 day tracin war on twitter with a "Modern Gentleman"? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">When was the last time a man walked around the car, and open your door first? When was the last time a man held your hand as you walked up/down some steps? When was the last time a man placed his hand gently on your lower back while he allows you to enter a room first?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">When was the last time a man made a sacrifice, for your comfort?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Am i wrong, to secretly want to be in a time where...men were strong and manly, a silent force that was revered and respected...while women were delicate flowers to be fawned over and treated with the utmost care?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Is it because with our new found freedom we've become crass, pushy and self-righteous? Are we forcing our strong men to become prissy prancing pussies?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Are we soul sucking dementors hovering over our would-be kings and relieving them of their strengths to build up ourselves?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;">Maybe we should start letting men be men.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b><u>[Disclaimer: This clearly.....clearly...doesnt apply to every man]</u></b></span></span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-59965489552487092612011-10-12T00:22:00.013-05:002016-08-25T21:46:12.916-05:00Bravo for the bravado<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #38761d;">The internet is like a special potion brewed by some of the most experienced tech-witches/wizards known to man. Drink this potion and the effects are one of three things; </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">1) You expose sides of you that were always there but hidden for fear of looking silly or crazy</span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">2) You become a completely different person</span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">3) Absolutely no effect</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">...very few fall into the 3rd category</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Its a funny thing, the internet...its funny to see the way we interact now, especially with social media developing at a mind blowing rate. What is really, intriguingly funny is seeing how we use the internet and social media to communicate, learn and to entertain ourselves. This I'll have to break down in categories. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c; font-weight: bold;">Communication</span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">A 5 second call to say "yo check yuh email' or a bbm to say 'u see da tweet deh weh marsha jus mek?, or a DM to make arrangements for a date....son..... a date. :| </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Back in the day we used to spend HOURS on the phone...house phone of course...chattin, keeping each other's company, or "watching a show together" over the phone lol. When C&W delivered that phone bill and ur peeps would light your ass UP over the 27 calls made, most of them an hour long that you made to your friends.... *sigh* dont you miss those days? Everything is so impersonal now, so quick. People say its good to adapt to technologies that will make us progress, but at some point we should not forget that being personal is part of what makes us human.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #134f5c; font-weight: bold;">Educating Ourselves</span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">*chuckles* its...EXTREMELY.. (and i use this in want for a more "firm" word) sad that there are a disgraceful amount of people that learn nothing from the internet on a weekly if not daily basis. I dont care of you learn a new dish, how to fix something, how to trade stocks...it doesn't matter....you should LEARN something at every opportunity from this wonderful, evil, magical, deceitful, POWERFUL thing we call the Internet. And other people's business dont count. Hushiez. Its also important to take note about what you learn about yourself, you never know what will pique your interest and become your calling. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Entertainment</span></span><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Oh what a wicked web we weave. First let me use myself as an example. All my life i've had a way with words and making people laugh, i did it through prep and high school, at Utech, on Facebook, on my blog and now twitter. If its not fun, i don't do it. I used to go on websites that allowed me to see pics taken by satellites of nearby planets, i listen to online radio, play random puzzle games on Shockwave.com and most of all i visit my favourite blogs and watch makeup videos on Youtube. (There are more of course just keeping this short)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Some people however, choose to use the internet to just be a plain nuisance. There are people out there that do the whole, fake profile, search for ways to dig into people's lives, attention seeking, outlandish behaviour, rumour spreading dance. How is it that you can take but add nothing to the engine that powers your sadistic life? Watching people with a gut full of this internet potion, transform into these attention hungry gargoyles, getting a rush off of being......wait.....what </span><span style="color: #38761d; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ARE</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> they being? Certainly not themselves because a few years ago this isn't how they behaved, this isn't how they created friendships and bonded. Was it? </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">Of course not. Because the internet gives everyone the same gift, the gift of power, and you can do whatever you want with it.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #38761d;">When it comes to the internet and social media, how we learn from each other, react to people's words/actions, how we communicate with each other and entertain ourselves we must always keep in mind the losses and gains.....and Not just for ourselves. </span></span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-47930774216727540742011-09-19T01:20:00.000-05:002016-08-25T21:46:27.441-05:00Who shall inherit the earth<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Have you ever thought to yourself, what would life be without religion?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What if there was no set of rules, handed down to you by a supreme being that clearly outlined how to live your life.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What if no one believed that their crimes would be punished, or their good deeds rewarded by a higher power?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Would you behave the same way you do now? Would u still forgive people, would u still believe that things will work out, while not doing anything to make sure it does?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Would you step on people to get where you want to be in life, or would you help your fellow men and women to be great.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What would stop you from sleeping with a man's wife...Ohh never mind..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What would stop you from stealing or killing....uhmm..scrap that too..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Where would you get your daily dose of hope and upliftment from?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What would you put your faith in? Yourself? Someone else? Material things?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Would you...be comfortable and safe with living in a world, where no one believed in a god.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"><br /></span>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">What if you were not promised a place of eternal bliss for living a life that pleases a deity? Would you still be a GOOD person? Would you still hold your tongue? Would you still donate, volunteer, help?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">If there was no religion...would you still be who you are....?</span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-54215475844209867722011-08-22T19:29:00.006-05:002016-08-25T21:46:40.550-05:00In my back pocket<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: 100%;">I used to find it slightly funny that thousands of people graduate each year and end up in the very same job that i, a no paper having 25yr old, am in. I still find it funny but in a, my-house-caught-fire-but-only-my-kitchen-and-bedroom-are-destroyed-so-i-still-have-a-couch kinda funny.
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<br />For someone to take their time, energy and money to get a tertiary level education, then four to how many years later be released into the wilderness of unemployment....weeks, months, maybe even years pass and a college grad is now doing waitressing, or Customer Care or Bartending, or Hostessing or selling weed. LOL
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<br />I'm not knocking the people who have degrees in their back pocket and are doing the above mentioned jobs, maybe i have a fairytale vision of what should happen after i get my degree, BUT, working for $50,000 a month salary as a holder of a Bachelors is an insult. Now i'm not the one to discuss politics or get agitated and vocal about what the Government is or isnt doing but, for a country like Jamaica with people willing to and capable of achieving great things in every field, people who are quick to grasp new technologies and are quickly learning to adapt to new situations, why isn't more being done to facilitate us, why isn't there a bigger incentive for those who have worked hard for the opportunity to have a comfortable living.
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<br />In MY back pocket i have....lint...oh no wait, i have experience in various fields, From Customer care to Technical Support to Land Surveying. Over the years i've job hopped while many degree holders stayed home and searched. I don't blame them for holding out for something better, i realize that when it comes down to competition, links, availability and the right pay, Jobs are HARD to find.
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<br />Maybe there's a science to this. When it comes down to whats in your back pocket, is it better to have loads of experience and a certificate or two? Or a degree and zero experience? Or zero papers but loads of experience? Is there a recipe? Or are we just lucky to grab something?
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<br />Maybe i'm just talking out my ass, i just don't like what i see.
</span>Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-15885143615655689092011-01-18T15:15:00.006-05:002016-08-25T21:51:17.766-05:00Turning 25 and my Demons<a href="http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sites3/documents/582/graduate.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.wales.nhs.uk/sites3/documents/582/graduate.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 366px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 395px;" /></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">When i left Immaculate at the age of 17, i had my life pretty much planned out to the T, like everything else i do. I think its a Capricorn thing to just have a mindset of how you want something to happen and if it doesn't go that way, you're automatically thrown off balance. The way you eat, sleep, shit and clean is now out of wack. *Heavy Sigh*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">At age 17 i told myself ok, its 4 years to complete my degree, well 5 when i include the Pre-requisite course, so by age 22-23 i would start a NICE job and by 27 i would have traveled a bit, furthered my career and done an additional business certificate/diploma course just for kicks. By age 30, i should own a car and be paying mortgage on my home and gearing up to have kids no late than age 32. THIS is how i planned my life, THIS is how i imagined it happening but alas.... dreams are for pussies. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I'm now 25... quarter century. *shudders* I feel like walking around and wagging the extra skin by my arms, not to mention my stomach is flabbier than it has EVER been, i mean i like being "roun" but that doesnt mean my belly must ROUN too?! I look like a bottle of ultra downy. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I tried to play off my misery by having a wicked birthday party, #shoutout to the drones of people who came and brought so much liquor i've been recommitted as an alcoholic and i'm even giving away bottles. Oh and a BIG hello to Michael Sharpe for being the ultimate squaddy and shuttin my shit down at 1am. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Back to my misery.. 25, no degree, not even a certificate to show that i have more than enough brain cells to earn more than $40,000 per month. It would be great to get paid and actually be able to do what i WANT to do instead f what i HAVE TO/NEED to do. But hey, at least i'm working right? NO. And i wish people would stop saying that crap to me, cus to be honest i was better off when i wasn't working. Look at that. Now my 17 year old sister (i'm so damn proud it brought me to tears) is graduating high school and got into her 1st choice University. So with some luck, and an acceptance to Utech, i'll be graduating the same year as her. I BETTER BE!! Every November when i see my friends post their pics from graduation i feel like sinking feeling in my gut and chest. Ugh. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">I try to remind myself that i have so many friends who are in their late 20s and are now doing their degree, i try not to feel like a complete waste but its a little more difficult. I do realize now however that i wasnt ready at age 17 to embark on that university. I hope i'm ready now. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">--Chunchi</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">P.S. F*ck EVERYBODY that has been to Suzies. mi hear say one jinks a tousan dalla. I'll be staying home. Thanks</span></div>
Chunchi-Minahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08372541625854603318noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6777655366947656124.post-4689135016358280232010-02-12T20:46:00.009-05:002016-08-25T21:51:51.990-05:00Prejudice in Jamaica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgou1Rt0vYMFv2dx4iar5aDErfq-953Mr0g772Hfur5sxnCVm1_hoXpOpVzr6ZK11NnfRJTAvOoJazhGNLY6yO-SM6xK3xE2exhJBANwkFMfLTGxi71dOkU8Jufw0bcozeLsOiIGUXiI/s1600-h/baylis.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437552660169847330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgou1Rt0vYMFv2dx4iar5aDErfq-953Mr0g772Hfur5sxnCVm1_hoXpOpVzr6ZK11NnfRJTAvOoJazhGNLY6yO-SM6xK3xE2exhJBANwkFMfLTGxi71dOkU8Jufw0bcozeLsOiIGUXiI/s320/baylis.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">I'm sure in conversation we've all said or heard someone say "Yeh man mi aunty a half coolie u kno" or " Mi grandmodda hair did long down har back, dats why mine have di likkle curl" or " Mi daughter yeye fayva chiney, lawx she cute!". Everyone......well let me say ALMOST everyone is more than proud to associate themselves with a race other than Black. I dont know what it is about us, but we have been doing it since forever. When you go out on the road, men seem to always call to the "brownin"...rarely do they call to the darkest of women.....which is why now the Bleaching trend is so strong amongst downtown and/or inner city females these days. Everybody waan be brown it seems.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">So why is it that we Jamaicans treat the naturally brown or light skinned as if they are walking scum? The amount of times i've heard the phrase "Di damn brown gyal.....(kiss teet) dem gwaan like dem betta dan ppl" or " A tru dem brown and have money mek dem a gwaan so". When the Miss Jamaica World pageant chose Kerri Baylis as our winner and representative for the Miss World pageant, Jamaica was in an uproar. "Is a rhatid white gyal dem go choose?!?"...."She nuh look Jamaican!!"</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">I have to pose this question to Jamaicans....we all live here, we walk the streets, we see different people everyday, yes? What does a Jamaican look like? While you're thinking of the answer, please keep a mental note of our national motto, "Out of many, one people".</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">Jamaica is what i call a cultural pepperpot soup, from the day slaves were emancipated, Jamaica has been home to generations of Africans, Indians, Chinese, Arab, Irish, German and a horde of other nationalities....and they stayed here, made this country their home and today, so many people carry genes of at least one of these nationalities. So why is it that so many of us are ignorant enough to think that only a black person can represent Jamaica? Why is it that so many people, want the brown skin, want the long hair, want the straight nose (like miself yah wid dis rhatid potato pon mi face...ehem)...BUT we cannot accept those who are born with these features naturally? Are we THAT oppressed? Are we so unwilling to emancipate our minds and accept our fellow nationals? Why do you think Americans spew the same garbage out their mouths when they see a mixed person talking with our accent? "You dont look jamaican!" **confused face**...and when asked what THEY think a Jamaican looks like, the common answer is, "Black, with dreads....and smoking a spliff"</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff9966;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;">Its time we learn to understand the meaning of our motto, each and every one of us, and stop treating light-skinned Jamaicans as if they are frauds. They went to the same prep/primary schools as us, the same high schools, the same universities, ate the same food, attend the same sessions and go to the same clubs. Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery people, rise above ignorance.</span></span></span></div>
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