Don't let a guy steal your diamonds

It was THE perfect day.

As the sun danced across the palm leaves and snuck between cracks to create mystical patterns on the ground, the birds sang sweetly in the bushes. The aromatic scent of roses wafted through the air with a bee gently floating towards the pollen as mother nature took its course. The breeze caressed the silk wrapped columns, wisping strands of curled ribbons in the air. The guests were seated, some milling around to greet other persons, air kisses being exchanged, cocktail being served and everything was perfect.

The ring on her finger gave away the telltale story of the events earlier at the church. She was now Mrs.

Nothing could spoil this moment, absolutely nothing, as she was on cloud nine.

Four years later, she's battling depression, lost weight due to stress and gets frustrated at the sound of her baby crying. She sits at the table to calculate her bills that she will have to manage on her own since her husband left and started his life with someone else eight months ago. As she totaled the amount, the cash for gold ad ran across the screen of her TV and she turned her gaze to the diamond ring on her hand that just caught the sunlight streaming in through an open window.

The point of that story is to show you how men rob us of our gold/diamonds even if they don't come physically to do so.

Diamonds are a girl's best friend !!!

That statement was not made lightly years ago. It was made because it is true. Diamonds are cold, it has no feeling and it does not discriminate. But one thing is for sure, it looks damn good with black.

Women, you know your worth, you know you deserve diamonds; when you finally get them, cherish it. Don't let a guy make you lose your diamonds. At the end of the day, it's worth more than him; especially when he turns out to be the big disappointment in your life. Keep your diamonds/gold. It's better to go and melt it and make something you really want so it doesn't represent him than to sell it.

xoxo

The original DivaKnockoff

ps: for those of you in a relationship and waiting years for the diamond to come to you, more than likely it has already been stolen without you even knowing it.

Happy Birthday my best friend

Trying to outdo myself from earlier years, I racked my brain as to how to wish my best friend a happy birthday in a meaningful way. I want it to be something he will remember, something significant, something that will make a point... something ME :)

So for the past two days, I've had on my thinking cap and I must admit that all it came up with were the regular stuff. So I snatched it off and then it hit me like a cold wind on a gusty winter morning (just like the ones you see on TV where it literally HIT you), I'll blog about him.

Who is a best friend?

A best friend in my opinion is someone who is there for you 'no matter what'. A lot of us can readily jump and say that this is true (which it is); but we take for granted what that simple statement means. It means that when you are down and out, when you have been wronged, when you have been hurt and basically anything that can go bad happens to you, that person is there. A best friend puts you first, and that is not an easy task, especially in these days when everyone seems so selfish and motivated to accomplish their goals. The hardest task that that position holds is that the person will still be there even when you happen to not be there for them when they had needed you. When you have turned your back and hurt that person, they will still give you more than what you deserve.

So all the persons who have a best friend, cherish them, because our time here is not guaranteed.

Today, I lift my hat and my heart to wish my best friend Seragh Daniels a wonderful day. You have been nothing short of a miracle in my life. I've been the hardest person you've probably had to deal with and conquering Mount Everest might have been easier than dealing with me, but you were always there and you have never faltered.

Today would not have been the same if you weren't here and in my life. I will continuously give thanks for today because a guy like you came from a special mould and you can never be replicated. You are one of a kind and one of the most special persons I know on this earth. Over ten years ago you came into my life and it has changed for the better; a husband and a best friend.

Thank you for being you and I wish for you so many good things in this lifetime.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

xoxo

Antoinette Daniels

aka DivaKnockoff

Win or lose?

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game!

HA!!!

Everyone wants to win. Who wants to be a loser?

Growing up, I've always been told to give my best and it will pay off. If it turns out that i did not win, I'd get a pat on my shoulder and encouraged to do better next time. How am i to do better when i gave my best? So that means I'm to give my bestest next time, right?

Fair enough.

Being in primary school, I've always known that I'm no runner. Unfortunately, i actually won a race in PE one day and the coach decided to put me on the team for my colour house on sports day - green house. We had training sessions in the evenings after school and i was so excited for sports day to get here.

Finally, judgement day came. It was my time to run and represent my house. i took my skinny legs onto the field with my house colour proudly pinned onto my chest and back. I went into my lane, knelt down for the signal to start. Then we're off like horses and turtles. Within seconds i was seeing the backs of three people (there are four persons in the race - including me). Sweating like a fat person with high cholesterol in a sauna and breathing like a horse on steroids who just ran a ten furlong race, i eventually made it down to the finish line while everyone congratulated and cheered for the winners. Nobody remembered the fourth person. I didn't even get a participant ribbon.

I knew i wasn't a runner, i knew running is not my cup of tea but i went out to practice and i gave my all. Why didn't i get a hug and cheer and told that it didn't matter if i had won or lost? Why did i feel like a disappointment to my team?

If i had won that race, i would have been the crowd favourite. No one goes for the losers. So the next time I'm doing what it takes to win the race (whether it's a personal race against time or trying to accomplish my goal) don't tell me it's how i get there; commend me WHEN i get there.

xoxo

your one and only original non runner DivaKnockoff

Gaza ting

Why couldn't I be a little more open minded and could sing and wine?

As recent years has passed, I've come to realize that this education/school system set up a way that just stresses you out, gives you sleepless nights and the possibility of getting fat due to staying up late and studying. Then you have the prolonged group meetings where difference of opinions give way to persons segregating themselves and the bulk of the work eventually falls on one or two persons. NOT TO MENTION THE OVER-RIDICULOUS SCHOOL FEES.

Again, I sit back and ponder on a high life I could be living, I'd be popular (everyone would know me); I could have a name beginning with Gaza... eg: GazaKim or GazaSlim, because I would be one of 'them' The Gaza Empire Family.

It's pretty easy to get in... pretty simple requirements, such as:

• not be so camera shy when giving head
• wear only false hair (doesn't have to be human hair - coloured synthetic is fine)
• be able to crow a few lines with a lot of help from studio editing take a few (or a lot of) beatings from the empire and di teacha
• ensure my skin is not stubborn so it can take the Gazacakesoap and AC easily - because bleaching is strictly forbidden
• be willing to get a few hundred tattoos
• always be on guard to represent di teach when the time is right

Even though the requirements might make it seem easy to get in, one has to understand that the main rule of thumb is that you have to be able to stomach a tall, slender, overtattooed, bleachbum with train tracks across his teeth ... because, even though every gyaal a run dung di Gaza yute doesn't mean that when you do find him in person you can bear the sight of him.

But why did my mother go through so much sacrifice to put me through school, deprive herself of some simple pleasures in life, only for me to choose the easy way out?
hmmm... the only answer I can come up with is that she never heard about The Gaza

yours truly,
the one and only original DivaKnockoff

(I seriously hope no one took me serious)

The teenage saga

My recent trip to Rockfort placed me into a temporary depressed mood that always comes on whenever I see teenage pregnant girls. Here I was talking to my goddaughter's aunt only to see a young girl estimated to be about 16 years old with an estimated 7 month old pregnancy.
She was proudly dressed in a grey knee-length tights, white tank top, yellow bra, a sports jacket tied around her waist (technically, below her tummy) and flip flops.
My peripheral vision caught onto her just as she was lifting her legs to 'playfully' quarrel with some of her colleagues.
The usual feeling that I get when I see these girls is not one of disgust or loathing, but a deep empathic feeling that have me fast forwarding a few years down the line for these girls.
Where will they be in 5 years time?
What values will they be teaching their children?
Have they considered the burden they are putting on their families and society when they reproduce without proper financial support?

Those questions lead me to wonder about the parental guidance they have at home.
Does a child that is brought up in a stable home has a greater chance of beating the odds?
Are children who are brought up in the inner city doomed by the misfortunes of an evil force that lay in wait as they approach 11 years of age?
What about self motivation? How can a child that is seeing such depression around them day in and day out choose otherwise?
When we as adults have the power to protect them, why are we the ones who exploit them?

My Air Jamaica/Caribbean Airlines travel

After many debate for my travel date, I finally decided to take the 'red eye' into New York; this is the first time I'm ever travelling at this hour on an airplane.

The flight is at 11:55 p.m. and you have to ensure that you are boarding the plane at 11:15 p.m.

The NMIA has renovated its site to a more upscale, longer walking process and I don't think this consideration is taken into account when they are blasting your name over the intercom that you need to be on the plane immediately (this is now 11:30 p.m) or else your luggage will be removed and your seat bumped.

After hearing my name, I hurriedly clip-clop my way down the halls like a plane taxing on the runway... miles of walking to get to this departure gate.

11:35 p.m and I'm in the plane walking down the aisle to find my seat and try to find space to put my hand luggage.

My first reservations about the flight happened when I realized I will be flying on a small plane in the wee hours of the morning for hours upon end. Trying not to let that deter me, I went and sat as comfortably as i could in the middle seat of the two aisle plane.

I was caught between a kid about 15 years and a man who is probably suffering from short jokes and short man syndrome.

11:55 p.m - Departure time, yeaaaa..."Good night ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain XYZ speaking. Unfortunately my copilot is not here and therefore we are running a little late. He should be here in another 15 - 20 minutes. Do sit back comfortably as we apologize for this delay".

12:30 a.m flight attendant informed an inquiring passenger that the copilot is here on the plane and is doing his final checks.

12:40 a.m - "Good evening, rather, good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain XYZ informing you that we are about to take off. Estimate time of arrival will be 3 hours and 28 minutes and we'll be flying at an altitude of about xxx feet. Do enjoy your flight"

1:30 a.m "would you like biscuit or chips?" ....

"ummm... biscuit, thanks"

1:40 a.m "soda, juice or water for you?"

"pepsi please - and may i have a blanket and a pillow please?"

'oh, I'm sorry miss, this flight does not carry either"

WTF...

In an instant my brain went in overdrive... how could somebody in their right mind have a flight at this hour in an uncomfortably cold aircraft and not provide you with either of the necessities to even try and make your flight a little bit more enjoyable even after seeing you scrunched up in the middle seat?

I tried every position possible to get a nap.

I almost got whip lashed from bucking down the place when i was about to doze off in dreamland.

My legs got cramped, my arm died at some point and I'm sure my fingers turned blue.

5:20 the plane landed with the regular intercom voice announcing that you should remain seated until the seat belt signs are off...blah, blah, blah, which the passengers clearly ignored.

THEN the mile long trek began at JFK to get to immigration.

My review on my flight - IT SUCKED.

Young and foolish

Hearing the sad stories about young teens who are pregnant and the 'doner' is saying he is not the daddy is something I can never get used to.

One can get angry and wonder why these kids don't keep their legs closed and wait until they are more mature before they start having sex, but that is only one tiny spec on the mirror. We might also wonder why the men won't leave the young girls alone and give them time to grow up and experience the beauty of life before they start messing around with them, then again, they are men, what can I say?

Overhearing conversations with guys ( I'm referring to guys who have lost respect for girls and it is evident by their conversations and manner of speaking), I sometimes wonder what hope there is.

guy #1 - "differently still yuh know, my girl haffi tight and dats why me love when dem young"

guy #2 - "yuh know say a yesterday me buck a catty whey go XYZ High and me a pree har hard u know"

guy #1 - "dem gyaal yah now a days, dem body ripe... and dem flexible"

guy #3 - "unu fi look unu age man and lhow the schoolas dem man"

guy #2 - "a true u nuh know say all dem think bout is man when dem fi a go school"

guy #4 - "all dem good fah is fi fuck inna car back and buy dem a KFC"

Is it that teenagers have set up themselves to be such low characters?

How many times are we going to hear the cry of a mother saying that her 15 year old daughter is pregnant and the daddy is disowning it? When will these young girls open their eyes and realize that they are the ones with the power to break this cycle?

Having a baby that you are going to leave at home with your mom while you go to 'The Women's Center' to catch up back with your 'high school' work is NOT the in thing.

There is so much more to life than being a pawn in some low-lying-scum's game. Be the one to make a difference, even if it's you alone; Ten or so years down the line, you will remember that day you made the right choice and you will be the one blogging about it.

I am divaknockoff

motivating teens

From the lips of an angel

The best compliments from a guy's mouth comes from the handcart men, the bagjuice vendor, the caneman, the conductors, the plain clothes securities and the likes...
This blog is not to descriminate, but more to point out the creative lines that these unique individuals have mastered over the years.
Here is a list of my top 10 favourite lines:

10. me woulda gi yuh anything yuh want, just fi deh wid yuh

9. the man whey deh wid you must feel lucky

8. sweetlips, come gi me a taste offa dem nuh

7. jah know, baby, yuh a happen

6. sexiness, yuh nuh hear big man a call yuh

5. long time me nuh eat and me hungry bad *wink, wink*

4. blurtneet, how you one shape suh?

3. browning, how yuh a move like yuh nuh know say me waaan sort yuh out

2. my girl, come siddung inna me face

and my bestest one....

1. my girl, me woulda put a breed pon yuh right yah now

In myopinion, creativity/lyrics is in the eyes/ears of the beholder

I am, the original divaknockoff

smoochies

First Antoinette

ah, Michelle, Michelle, Michelle... *shakes my head*... how could you?
who declared you first lady so you could galavant half way around the world at the expence of the U S of A while the country is struggling to make ends meet. Shame, shame, shame on you Michy.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_upshot/20100805/pl_yblog_upshot/first-lady-under-fire-for-her-glitzy-spanish-vacation





What does it means to be First Lady?

1. immediately your life is not your own


2. nothing you do is private anymore


3. you live your life in the eyes of the public


4. every decision you make, no matter how minor it is - even as simple as choosing a dog - is criticised by the 'critics'


5. you are going to be scared for life after your 'husband's' term in the White House is up


6. your luxury comes at the expense of your country


7. whatever decision your husband makes, you are also blasphemed along with him if it was a bad call

and the list can go on and on...

I would love to be a first lady... and I'm not refering to being a first wife/babymother/girlfriend to a guy. I want to be his right hand because I know he is not ambidexterous, therefore, anything he does, he needs me (including playing with that bottle of lotion/vaseline in the bathroom); decisions that he has to make will be vetted by ME.

I would live my best life yet...

1. money worries will be a thing of the past


2. shopping sprees will be my daily hobby


3. vacations would be like getting a mani/pedi - they are going to happen VERY regular


4. my interior decoration will have people talking for decades to come


5. my ride will make all the hype superstars jealous


6. I'd be the most talked about and hottest First Lady ever


7. most of all ------> I wouldn't give a rat's ass about what people say

What this boils down to is that voters need to beware. Do not let my other half become president of your country because you will have me to deal with ;-)

I am, the original divaknockoff
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Underwoes

This one is for the ladies...

Just like spring cleaning your house, your underwear drawer needs a total run through from time to time.

Have you ever had one of those days when you're runing late (really late) and you have this mad rush where every movement inside your home is preplanned in your head from the moment you jump in the shower? you pick out your outfit in your head along with your jewellery, makeup, shoes, accessories and hairstyle. After coming out of the shower you run to your underwear drawer because this is the one thing you probably did not pick out, because you would choose your underwear to compliment your outfit.

Lo' and behold, you pick out a black underwear (let's say a thong) only to see that it has a few strings or elastics reeling out of the waistband and the colour is cleary looking like a black mandingo on bleaching-cream-gone-wrong. YIKES !!!

My mother always advice me when I was younger that when I'm going on the road I should have on 'proper' underwear and make sure that if I fall down out on the street or if I should unfortunately fall sick and someone has to take me to the hospital in a rush I won't be embarassed by my underwear.

We take pride in our appearance and we should ensure that our underwear drawer is not on the backburner. Occassionaly, you should spare a half hour to sort out the drawer that keeps those precious pieces of cloth that covers the best thing on earth :)

THESE GOTS TO GO ------>

• stringy/overstretchy undies that are a total embarassment
• the bingos from nineteen-o-whenever gots to go
• coloured undies that have lost their glamour
• undies that have been washed sooooo often, they are now referred to as 'comfortable panties'
• undies that make you wonder what the heck it is still doing in your drawer
• undies that make you say 'I thought I'd thrown those out'
• undies that make you say 'this is the last time I'm wearing them - serious this time'
• undies that you refer to as 'period undies'
• undies that you will not be caught dead out on a date in
• undies that you only sleep in

THESE ARE A MUST------>

stock up on these as much as you would like

• sexy thongs ... black is a must-have
• bikinis
• low riders

Try to keep your stock up to date and as new as possible; if we don't... who will?

End of the ...

Do you know that feeling you get when you approach :

the last cookie in the bag (which is probably your favourite)
last spoonful of icecream
last bite of overdelicious cake
last sip of drink
last lick off that fudge/icicle
Is it better to keep looking in the bag or on the plate of whatever you're having so you know when it is approaching the end? Do you get a better satisfying feeling when it's over? If you knew it's the last bite/sip/lick would you savour it more? Does the saying 'treat each cookie like it's your last' apply to life's 'treat everyday like it's your last'?

If we knew what tomorrow brings, wouldn't that take all the fun and joys from 'living' in its truest sense? The fact that we can't prophesize the future is a wonderful thing, it makes us more cautious of our actions and mindful of the fact that we 'reap what we sew'. We get disappointments or happiness tomorrow from our actions today.

The next time your having your favourite 'edible' item, and you approach the end, think of your day's worth... was it good enough to call it a day or do you see where you can make changes to make tomorrow better?

Am I African?

The Jamaica Aids Society (JAS) has been on a series of campaign to educate the public about keeping one parter. I've noticed that most (if not all) of their ads focuses on the male. They advise 'men' to keep one partner but I've not seen ads for the opposite sex.

Even though the statistics show that men are the weak link in a relationship when it comes onto fidelity. what the statistics 'secretly' prove is that women are greater liars. Women do cheat (I'm not saying all)... but they are not excluded from the category.

A man will brag and boast about the amount of 'flesh' he has touched just to boost his ego and put his ratings among his friends at the top of the 'gallis' ladder. A female will go to her grave with her secret (even after filling out the form that ask personal/confidential questions); if she does tell a 'friend', this is something like taboo, it should not leave the confines of the walls from which it was spoken.

It is not right for a partner to be involved with someone else while being in an agreed monogamous relationship with another person. Our society is not one where we need to take on the culture of the Africans so we can have more than one partners. When someone tries to adapt some of the principles that the Americans has set, the first thing you hear is 'him foreign minded eeeeh, everything dem see 'Merica do, dem do too'; BUT, a man will easily brag that he is African so he can have more that one gyaal... when the reality is:

he probably can't pinpoint the geographical location of Africa without using Google Earth
the closest thing on him that is African is his kinky-ass hair
his concept of Africa is malnourished people and lots of women
If our culture was that of the Africans, getting 'bun' wouldn't affect us emotionally; it would've been an accepted action among all and not just among the ones who hold onto a man/woman because they have set their standards so low that they can't even get under it themselves.

Types of Hickies

I've always been one to NOT wear hickies, but that's just me. It doesn't matter that I'm in a steady relationship and will not cheat, but my line of work does not make it appropriate to wear hickies and I don't want to feel uncomfortable... again this is my personal preference.

A week ago I saw this girl who works in a big establishment and she has on the uglies hickey EVER. She is of a very light complexion and it appears as if someone had tried to strangle her. Even though this is someone I speak to, I could not ask her about it and while conducting business I had to be looking all over the place except at her.
This week I had to go back to the same place, lo and behold, there she was again with two big-ass hickies on her neck. This time I could not hold back... I had to ask her if she gonna continue coming into the people dem business place with her 'weekend hickies'.

This leads me to wonder why would a person be so proud to wear around hickey on their neck or is it that they did not have a choice?

woman with hickey on her neck
~ the man is insecure and wants the world to know that she is getting her 'sort out' from somebody so hands off - it's just like a dog pee-ing on a spot (marking it)
or
~ he decides it's going on her neck whether she likes it or not

woman with hickey on her body
~ she was cheating and the man snuck one in so that homeboy could find it and raise hell
or
~ the man has been wanting to put one on her for some time now so she told him to put a small one on her body where no one can see it
or
~ although she is out there giving the coochie away, she wants him to think that he is the only one and lets him plant one in a discrete place while giving him some lame excuse

man with hickey on neck
+ he wants the world to think he is not gay; he has a girl and they made passionate love while she vampiriously laid one on his oh so 'not-gay' neck
+ if the hickey is on the back of his neck that is self explanatory
+ she snuck one on while he was in the middle of an orgasm and speaking in tongues about how she is the only one, etc, etc.. bullcrap

man with hickey on his body
+ wifey knows that he is cheating and line him up with hickies because she know he will have to stay away from matey because he won't be able to explain to her how comes he is single and has no one but her, but he has hickies
+ the 'love bites' are indication that he has an active sex life

Whatever the case for one putting their marks on their partners, that's fine... just know that when others view it, it sends a message; so know your hickies

yours truly,
the original divaknockoff :)

Miss In-dependent

So, Ne yo buss a tune that had all the in-dependent ladies screaming and gyrating like crazy. Yes, I must admit that this song is awesome along with a few others, namely: Destiny's Child - Independent Women.

I'm not knocking down any of the independent females, but when the in-dependent ladies hear these songs, trust me, they are NOT referring to you... the song was generated for the following persons:

• ladies who don't wait until the man fall asleep to scrimmage through his wallet


• ladies who don't send PCMs (please call me and please credit me)


• ladies who carry a minimum balance in their bank book comfortably without worrying about going below the $200 mark


• ladies who don't depend on the man to facilitate their lifestyle


• ladies who know they can live financially comfortable without a man

The extensive list of don'ts can go on and on, but if you fall in a minimum of ONE of these categories, my advice is that the next time you go out and you hear the Independent songs, just do your thing and go with the flow, don't be the first one to jump in the air and declare your misunderstood status of in-dependent.

Nothing is wrong with being dependent on someone, just be true to at least one person - yourself...own up the walking ATM that is supporting you and your lifestyle; and a little hint ~ the more you own him up, the more him probably let off. :)

Choose a side

There are three sides to a coin; Head, tail and the edge.

There are many sides to a story; my side, your side, the bystander's side, the 'over-opinionated' side etc.

And the list goes on.

Our current crisis has had my head in turmoil over the past few days. The facts, the fictions, the myths, the opinions, the lies, the deceit, the mistrust and the stench radiating off the full meaning of politics is more than one can bear.

We watch the news and we see our police officers going into a community that has deliberately stereotyped itself, and trying to bring peace and calm to society. We applaud when the gunmen are killed, shiver when the babies, women and children are 'accidentally' murdered, sigh with regret when the law enforcers are injured or cut down and get outraged when civilians are caught in the crossfire.

Gunmen - were they born this way? were they made into this final byproduct of society? or do they just adjust to their unchanging circumstances?

Guns are not made in Jamaica; there is no day that you will pick up a gun and see 'made in Jamaica' on it... our own sugar is imported, much less GUNS. But how do they get imported in an island that is so heavily secured at the wharves and point of entry for any goods coming into the country? or so they say...

Our society has skillfully cultivated a set of criminals that cannot be weed out with just a mere 'state of emergency' and that is a fact that the government need to understand. They are the same ones who have sat by and fed them for them to reach this point and now they are reaping

the benefits of such actions.

PNP...JLP... two parties; Choose one...

I can't promise you that there will be a difference... The criminals that are here now are in their 20's upwards. JLP has been in power for a couple years. What do you think has been happening before their taking over?

Sneaky Criminal

• man follows worried parent to police station to report her missing child



• while at the police station, the officers received a phone call informing them that the child has been found



• man flees police station leaving behind bewildered cops and a overwhelmed, yet totally confused parent.

Upon investigation, the child is said to have been abducted by the said perpetrator who fled, raped, strangled and left for dead... upon thinking the child was dead, he buried her in a shallow grave, piling stones on top.


Fortunately, the police were able to catch the man and lock him up.

*************************************************************************************

I am wondering what kind of sentence that the law is going to issue onto this man. Will he be considered a murderer? but then again, the definition of murder according to the Webster online dictionary is .....Unlawful premeditated killing of a human being.

Since the child is NOT dead, what will his punishment be? His intention was to kill, he thought he did, and if the child was not found, in his head, he would have committed a heinous crime. The murder may or may not have been premeditated, because he could've just been in the heat of the moment.

Will the judge and jury lean towards the meaning of the crime, or will they look at the heartlessness of a fellow human being who is in a position of trust and took advantage of that to harm a defenseless child?




If this 12 year old girl as not able to regain consciousness and dig her way out of this grave to report him, he would've gotten off scotch free and a potential lawyer, doctor, teacher (or whatever she chooses to be when she is older) would have died senselessly.

Cell phone era

'there's just one thing I hate, my girlfriend searching my cell phone.'


'why is that?'


'she just might see something that creates suspicion and could be a turn for the worst for our relationship'

Hmmmm....

Each time I hear someone say this statement (mostly male), the first thing that comes to mind is: "if there is nothing for her to be suspicious about, then why is there a problem?"

In the same breath, we look at cell phone privacy... does this refer to the cell phone provider? or does it also refers to our partners showing us the same respect?

So on a serious note, if you have 'nothing' to hide, you are being truthful to your partner and anything suspicious on your phone is indeed 'innocent' why do you have a problem when he/she goes through your phone?

Is it safe to assume that persons who have a problem with their partners going through their phones are really hiding something or they're up to something?

To Care or Not to Care?

Characteristics of a nurse:

Nurses need to have a great deal of compassion for their fellow human beings.

With that being said, how does a fellow nurse who has undergone several years of training and sacrifice handles the broken promise of a government?

Day in, day out, we hear the cries of nurses who are not being paid properly because the government 'cannot' find the funds to pay them, or the benefits they are to receive are not being delivered.

The most recent escapade includes the nurses at the Children's Bustamante Hospital going on strike because they need their voices to be heard. This has left several children to suffer ... is it at the hands of the nurses (who took that promise to care for them no matter what) or the hands of the government (who we, as a people, voted in control)?

One aspect we could look at is, how can someone walk off their job when they were hired to look after children/babies.... these dependent human beings need us, so how can you leave them when they are in need? Imagine waking up in the night to see your child turning blue because he can't breathe, he is having an asthma attack and you hurriedly grab the necessaries and rush to the Children's hospital, only to be told that there are no nurse to assist you, they are on strike !!!

Your first reaction is anger as you realize that your hard earning 'mandatory' taxpaying dollar is not being put to its fullest use. Your child is on the brink of death or could suffer serious mental damage if he is not looked after immediately.

The flip side of this is that these are the same nurses who have been overworked and underpaid and when the government has promised to raise their pay (along with the cost of living) they only fulfill one end of the bargain and that is the latter.

So at this point when the nurse choose not to care and put down their foot and demand that the government acknowledge their plight, or else... what do we as citizens do?

Perfect Relationship

Why can't I have the 'perfect' relationship?

You might ask me, how is Mr. so-and-so (who is my better half) and my response might be, "we are good, just fantabulous"... At which point in my response did I say that we would be ok 'forever'? If I'm being optimistic about the future, and enjoying the present aura of love, don't hate... your day will come.

The cussing, the 'lock-shop', the 'ehf' word and the quarrel is all in the mix that makes your relationship perfect... to each his own.

Who define what's perfect for me? If he is going to cheat, lie or hit me (with the idea that he's dead after that), he will do just that, I have no power over stopping that. I will just have to do what I know I need to do to make this relationship work; if it fails, then that's just another bridge to cross... so for the moment, I'll hang on to my Mr. Perfect; and if you should ask, I'll just tell you as it is "we're perfect" (for now)... :)

Ticketing/Road System

If my insurance, fitness and registration on my car is up, I don't have on any seat belt, or my head/tail lights are not working, I will get a ticket. If I overtake on an unbroken white line, go above the speed limit, I will get a ticket.

But if I hit one of those craters in the road, blow out my tyre, bend my rims and probably bust my shocks, government is not even gonna blink an eye.

What the road cops do not realize is that there are going to be times when we are so focused on worrying about the roads that we forget the trivial things such as licensing our cars. :)