A Word to Husbands by Ogden Nash
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.
Best advice I’ve seen in a while!!
I arrived for my 9:30 meeting half an hour early. That’s not a bad thing as I always try to be early rather than late. The TV is playing Smile Jamaica and as I watch I wonder if this office has wireless internet. Only one way to find out (well there are more than one ways but only one that wouldn’t alert everyone to my intentions).
Fortunately for me there was an unsecured wireless that I was able to log on to 🙂
Got to check my email, go on Facebook, updating my blog and even sign in to messenger.
The doctor I’m waiting to see should be here any minute now so I gotta go. Have a great day and don’t forget to be thankful for small mercies (such as stolen internet).
The suggested topic for today on The Daily Post website is “do you want to live forever?”. Upon seeing this topic I immediately started singing “Fame, I wanna live forever, I wanna learn how to fly…” (ps… I don’t sound very good but who cares)
I’ve never taken the time to sit and think whether I would want to live forever. As I now try to come up with the benefits of such a venture a few questions come to mind.
1. Does living forever also mean I will never get old?
2. Does living forever mean I will have all the abilities I now have and will not become dependent on anyone to bathe and feed and clothe me?
3.Who will be my friends?
4. Will I be the only person who can live forever?
If it is that I can live forever and never get old (by that I mean I will never have to be fully dependent on anyone to take care of me) then maybe I’d want to live forever.
If living forever means that I can make new friends, try new things and take on new adventures then maybe I would want to live forever.
If living forever means that I can be active enough to play with my grandchildren and my grandchildren’s grandchildren then maybe I wanna live forever.
If living forever means that I can actually live and not just exist then of course I would live forever.
In the final analysis these things are not possible. I will get old, my teeth will probably fall out and eventually I will need someone to wipe my @$$ after I’ve <insert word here>. Overtime I will lose the ability to walk and talk and lift my own fork to my mouth. So its official, I don’t wanna live forever. My life will end one day and hopefully I will have contributed enough to the world for some legacy of mine to live forever.
As a student at Westwood High School years ago I jumped at the opportunity to come to the university for their annual Research Day. I had absolutely no interest in research but it was an opportunity to go out and since those were few and far between I convinced my parents just how essential it was for me to make the trip.
Today and tomorrow will mark Research Day 2011. Students from all across the island will be given tours of the university campus and they’ll have the opportunity to find out about the different programmes offered here that they might be interested in doing in a few years as well as some of the research that is currently being done on campus.
Seeing all the “younglings”, some in uniforms I don’t recognize, brings on a wave of nostalgia. The good old days of high school when I wanted nothing more than to be a university student, when my greatest worry was whether I could finish my assigment or whether I would be late for prep*. Those days are no more. Nothing is as simple as it was then and responsibility has become such an integral part of me existence. With only one semester to go all I think about these days is getting a job and the bills I’ll have to pay and how I’ll repay my students’ loan.
For today, I’ll try to revisit the feeling of awe I once had when I thought of this great institution. I’ll try to forget that although its only the first week of school I already have two assignments even though some people are yet to have an official class. I’ll go back to being a “youngling”. Maybe it will remind me what my purpose of coming to UWI was, maybe it will restore the hope I need to get through the final weeks of my degree.
Maybe I’ll take a tour of the campus again, seeing the excitement in the future UWI students might do me some good.
I think I will.
*prep – Mandatory study times at Westwood High School.
“Its time to get up, its 5 O’clock!”
My phone alarmed and as usual I felt for the button to snooze. Half an hour later I was hopping out of bed and dragging myself to the bathroom. That was the beginning of what would turn out to be a very busy day.
I made a visit to the Women’s Centre Foundation of Jamaica, went to classes, worked for two hours, had to run up and down to sort out timetable after adding and dropping courses for like the millionth time and finally at 7:30 I was able to board the bus and leave for home.
I have work to do but opening my book is having the effect of a sleeping pill. Sigh! I wont be doing any actual work tonight. Very soon I’m going to fall asleep and will remain so until my very annoying alarm goes off in the morning.
First day. tired!
#that is all
Another of Maya Angelou’s poems that I just love.
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
My internship at the Gleaner Company ends today. Its hard to believe its been four week already. Four weeks of highs and lows, good days and not so good days, days when I was absolutely in love with what I was doing and days when I was tempted to tell people about them parts. Overall though it has been a wonderful experience and I’m glad I took the opportunity to come here.
When I leave here this evening I’ll be proud to know that I did my very best and I can only hope my work was appreciated as much as I have appreciated all I’ve managed to learn. This was indeed a great time in my life and it has inspired me to move forward with confidence in my work.
Last Semester for me was stressful and busy. I hardly had time for myself but in the end it paid off. I got 3 A’s and a B+.I’m proud of what I have achieved and it was indeed a good semester for me.
The upcoming semester however is suppose to be a better chapter of my life. Lets see if we can make it for 5 A’s and Find even a little time for myself.
The challenge begins today. I’m missing the first day of school so I’ll have to do a little catching up which shouldn’t be too hard since nothing really usually happens on the first day. I’m not promising to totally stop procrastinating or to totally stop wasting time as that would be impossible to achieve. I am promising myself however that I will work harder and smarter. And come June when results are released I will be smiling, knowing that I’ve done what I set out to do.
By far one of my favourite poems ever.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Taken from I & I Translation. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Gwan gal yuh fava teggereg,
Ah wey yuh gwine goh do?
Yuh an yuh boogooyagga fren
Dem tink me fraid o’ yuh?
Goh wey, yuh fava heng-pon-nail,
Is me yuh want fe trace?
Me is jus de one fi teck me han
An leggo pon yuh face.
Fe me han no jine chu’ch an me naw
Pay licen fe me mout’,
Me wi tell yuh bout yuh–seh yah
Gal noh badda get me out.
Me noh know is wat kine o’ chu’ch
Fe yuh mout’ coulda jine,
Yuh lip dem heng dung lacka wen
Mule kean meck up him mine.
Gwan, me an yuh noh combolo,
Yuh foot shapeless an lang
Like smaddy stan far fling dem awn
An mack dem heng awn wrang.
Fe yuh foot fava capital K,
Koo pon yuh two nose-hole!
Dem dis big an open out like
Miss Tane outsize fish bowl.
Goh wey, yuh kean bwile sof egg
But still yuh want get ring,
Noh man na gwine fe married yuh
Wen yuh kean do a ting.
Is grudge yuh grudgeful, me kean cook
But me ben goh dah good school,
Me got intelligency yuh
Me sorry fe de man yuh get
De po’ting hooden nyam
When you ackebus him salt-fish
An bwilivous him yam.
Get away from here! you look like a vagabond!
What do you think you’re going to do?
You and your ragamuffin friends
assume I’m afraid of you?
Get out of here! You resemble clothes on a stick.
‘Tis me you really trying to disgrace?
I’m just the one to use my hand
and let it fly into your face.
My hands aren’t members of any congregation,
and I pay no license to communicate.
I will tell you about your — look here…
You better not get me irrate.
I don’t know which church
your mouth could have joined,
you lips hang off your face
like a mule that can’t make up his mind.
Go away, you and I aren’t friends!
Your legs are shapeless and long
as if someone threw them from a distance
and attached them quite wrong!
Your feet look like a capital K,
and just look at those nose holes!
they are big and wide,
just like Miss Tane’s oversized fish bowl.
Get out of here! You can’t even boil an egg
and yet you want a wedding ring?!
No man will want to marry you
When you can’t do a thing!
You’re too envious. I can’t cook
but I definitely go to a good school.
I have high intelligence
you illiterated fool!!
I’m so sorry for the man you get.
The poor soul would never eat a thing
when you ‘obliterate’ his rice,
and ‘illiterate’ his chicken wing.