Cracked Heels! September 28, 2009

Been a long time, I keep telling myself that i would write everyday but after being awake until 9am, the last thing i want to do is write anything more.

Its September yall!! I’m almost there.

If you are wondering what cracked heels mean let me paint the picture for you.

So, I was on my way to the hospital, and had to take the public bus, which i really don’t like because it is simply filthy! I would have taken a cab, but they take forever to come and then somehow im always the one to be ripped off. So, here i am, sitting in the perfect spot in the plaza, with my very heavy bag, stuffed to capacity with everything that would help to make me a bit more comfortable in hospital because i knew i was not going to spend one day, they always seem to want you to “stay another day, just in case” ( guess that is the way they make money, haha, they know you are ok to leave, but one more day means more money for them).

So im sitting there, eyes peeling to the end of the road, waiting to spot the bus to make a mad dash to get to the bus stop before all the other hooligans see it.

I spot it, its blazing up the dusty strip, that was once a road ( due to construction, its now just pot holes). Oh yeah, one more reason not to take the bus, if pregnant, or had a recent operation, its bound to undo your stitches with all the holes it hits.

So, i run out, get to the bus stop as planned, before anyone else sees it, jump on, pass the money, he passes my pass and i quickly survey the bus to see the best place to sit. Now you must be thinking. Just sit anywhere, but no. This is a game plan. If you dont have one, you are certainly going to regret it.

So I see 2 Indian men sitting with a space between them. I passed on that. Im not racist or anything, but the last time i decided to sit by two Indian men all they were doing were staring at my legs and my chest, and on another occasion, the guy felt that he needed to help little old me up onto the bus and pushed me up from my buttock. I was not going down that road again.

Looking again, i saw a lady sitting near to the buzzer and decided that was my place. What i did n0t realise was that in al my searching people were already filing in the bus and a girl zoomed past me and took my seat. So, thinking quickly, i saw an elderly Chinese man and decided that for sure he was safe.

I approached him and was just about to sit, when i looked down and there were white flakes, like powder on the MY Seat!, there i was thinking what in the world is that. Then he showed me! Up popped his foot and there was his heel. It was white and flaking. He was using his hand to scratch the heel off and it was leaving that white powder on the seat. I quickly diverted and sat next to a guy from my uni and was not bothered at all that he was staring at me. it totally beats sitting in someones heel!

Totally Stinks! July 1, 2009

Is it me or is there no other news in the world than Micheal Jacksons death and every reporter is running around trying to get the latest dirt on what he did before he died and trying to figure out if he somehow had something to do with his death.

Any way,  back to my condo.

It stinks! they have officially destroyed the only thing that was left to look at in this place, since we live so far from civilization. They have cut my trees down. The forest and the poor crocodile looking creature, has been flattened to make more homes.

To make matters worse, they have left loads of crap to be steamrolled into the ground. Now, if i signed up to live on a pig/cow farm i would be totally fine with the idea of having cow manure smelling up my kitchen, but this is just ridiculous. I thought i was going to pass out. No time to even take a breath. The smell just hits you! Sheesh.

So…Its been 6 months since i have last visited my dear old blog. Really thought i would have been locked out and would never see my posts again.

Been so busy doing school stuff, but right now im on my much needed semester break. Yippie.

Day 1: Slept for the 4 days i didn’t sleep while trying to finish up my 3d.

Day 2: watched Wipeout, which is btw one of the funniest shows i have seen. People do the weirdest things to get 50grand.

….. Week 2: Im so loving sleep. Best thing since cheeze cake.

Nenas! January 22, 2009

Does anyone around here speako englisho? Cause no one seems to understand what im trying to say. 1 boy zooms by my table, making absolutely no eye contact, number two takes another route making sure he doesnt have to be the next victim, when two waiters dragging another helpless one over to my tables.

He speaks up,”I don’t speak english” ( in bahasa, haha ! ) now you know its not right that im understanding him and he isnt understanding me. So i break things down, poor boy, the look in his eyes was almost saying ” dont eat me miss”.

“Pine” “Apple”

“huh?”

“drink”

“drink?”

“no english”

“Menu?”

“huh”

At this point I might as well be speaking french to the boy. Boy number 3 waltz over all smiles. So im thinking ok, this boy has to know some English, he doesn’t seem afraid of me.

” Do you have Pine Apple juice?”

“Makanan?”

Now, what part of my sentence did i say eat? I want to drink!” Thank goodness i was not dying of thirst.

I was drawn back to a moment when I was having dinner by myself in Pizza Hut when I realised that i didn’t have any napkins/tissue, so i thought simple thing to ask for, i shout the closest waiter close to me, who seem to be very young ( probably a high school kid working a summer job).

So i ask very slowly, remembering that some people insist that we have accents, haha.

” Can I have a napkin please?”

Strike 1

He seemed so confused. hummm..Maybe not the word they use.

“Can i have some Tissue?”

Strike 2

” I don’t know miss”, hold on miss”

He walks away with a smile, and I knew that meant i was not getting that tissue/napkin that night.

Strike 3

“Here miss”

Ok, Im glad i’m a very patient person and being a woman, we always have some napkin/tissue/hand sanitizer in our back chucked some where.

Bet you can’t guess what the lovely waiter brought for me.

Cheeze

Anyway, where was I?. Let me get out of this flash back.

PINE APPLE JUICE

Finally, one of the brave boys, came over and brought me a menu, at this time, my bus was getting ready to leave and I hadn’t even ordered a thing. Would i even get to the prat where i ordered something to eat.

Looking at the menu, I reviewed it and thought back to my Bahasa class, and thought maybe Nenas is Pine Apple Juice.

So being brave i said, just give me Nenas, if it wasnt Pine Apple, i was gona drink it anyway!

Just to make sure, after ordering I texted my friend Aiza to ask what I had just ordered. Yep! I got my Pine Apple Juice and had 5mins to spare to laugh to myself about the ordeal.

All in a days journey in Malaysia.  Never a dull moment!

The way of Love January 7, 2009

Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.
Love doesn’t strut.
Love doesn’t have a swelled head.
Love doesn’t force itself on others.
Love Isn’t always “me first”.
Love doesn’t fly off the handle.
Love doesn’t keep score of the sins of others.
Love doesn’t revel when others grovel.
Love takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,
Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies.
(1 Corinthians. 13)

Christmas Wishes December 10, 2008

“Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him” (Matthew 2: 1 NIV).

An African boy listened carefully as his teacher explained why Christians give presents to each other on Christmas day. “The gift is an expression of our joy over the birth of Jesus and our friendship for each other,” she said.

When Christmas day came, the boy brought to the teacher a seashell of lustrous beauty. “Where did you ever find such a beautiful shell?” the teacher asked as she gently fingered the gift.

The youth told her there was only one spot where such extraordinary shells could be found. When he named the place, a certain bay several miles away, the teacher was left speechless.

“Why…why, it’s gorgeous…wonderful, but you shouldn’t have gone all that way to get a gift for me.”

His eyes brightening, the boy answered, “Long walk part of gift.”

I just love that story. During this holiday season, I watch as people scurry about swiping those plastic cards through the credit card machines faster than a speeding bullet. Yet, God has already shown us that the most precious gifts can not be bought or sold. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life” (John 3:16 NIV).

The magi also knew about the joy of giving. While they gave gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the Christ child, they also gave another gift…a long walk. We don’t know how far the magi traveled, but we do know it took months, perhaps years for them to reach their destination. Their long walk was part of the gift.

I wonder how far we are willing to go to worship Jesus…to bring our gifts to him. I wonder how far out of the way we will go to praise him. Do we only give to Him when it is convenient or easy? Or do we give what He wants most — a portion of our selves, our very lives.

I think the little African boy had the right idea. The real gift wasn’t the shell. The real gift was the sacrifice he made to give it that was so precious.

Let’s Pray
Dear God, thank You for the gift You gave us through your Son, Jesus Christ. I pray that I will keep gift giving in perspective this holiday season and give gifts from the heart rather than the pocketbook. Help me to see that a “long walk,” or a portion of me, is the greatest gift of all.

In Jesus’ Name,
Amen

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WOW! LONG OVERDUE! November 20, 2008

Ok peeps, i was even surpised i didnt get a message in my box saying that my account would be closed down because it has been inactive! Haha.! Well semester is almost over! Yeah! Thank God.! He alone has kept me throughout this entire mess of a semster that actually turned out great! Had my aches and pains and trouble! But God is good! Im Done!

So, can any one guess what Miss Jay is gonna do?

Mom, you would know best! Sleep like a bear! No one wake me up!

Just got home from a photoshoot! Being skinny is hard you know, haha, everyone wants you to try on their dresses tht they made without taking any measurements and are so happy when they see a real skinny model! Yeha! You saved me! So right now, legs ache, head hurts, skin scratches from too much different fabrics and juss hungry! So until later! Will post some pics some time. Im off to bed!

Yeah!

WooooooSaaaaaa! August 12, 2008

There ! I said it! Happy Now Emad?

Now this is my type of relaxation(yoga)

Wat i really feel like doing is smashing the Devils ignorant as* with a guitar. What gives him a right to say things like that. Hating Europeans? I mean yeah, im not really European and you must be wondering who made me ambassador for Europe? But that man has the nerve. He made ti very clear in class that he hates them and his people killed them with spears. Don’t know what made that fool go off on a tangent and started talking about hating and killing with spears.

So currently, im trying to control my anger or dislike of the person who is to be our guide for the next 13 weeeks. I see that it is  not going to be a bed of roses with tht maniac.

So back to school.

It was ok so far. Loving my Internet design class. Cant wait to create my own website.

At the moment trying to read the logs and to understand what Devil didnt teach. WASTE OF MY SLEEP! DONT KNOW WHY I WOKE THAT EARLY TO RUSH TO CLASS FOR THT NONSENSE.

According to shawn “ he goes on like an arrogant shit glorifying the africans..” ahaha.

Ok enough of the devil.

Im loving the Olympics. Go Phelps. Don’t care if he is from the US. He is good and that’s that. Swim your heart out dude!

Gone back to reading Logs!

Stuck! August 10, 2008

Being Claustrophobic is not such a great thing when you are stuck alone in an elevator by your self and the door isnt opening and the lift isn’t going anywhere. Well today i had to deal with my biggest fear.

You know i was walking towards the lift and thought should i get into this stupid creepy left. It always goes crazy. Sometimes the door tries to close with people walking in and it will not open..It almost like final destination being stuck between the lift and it tries to go up. Another thing it likes to do is jam. The door at times decides that it will not let its passengers out and today was that day.

So..me trying to remain calm. Tried to get the attention of the guard who was invisible cause don’t know where he was when he should have been at his post. Soo since that didnt work. I tried my cat claws and my superhuman strength to try to pry the door open. Guess wat. To my surprise…

ahaha.

It didnt. of course it didnt. Im not that stong.

So my next option was banging on the door since the stupid buzzer wasnt working.

Im pretty sure the guards were in the nice comfy air conditioned room looking at me on their monitors  and saying wonder if she needs so help lah!

Soo..i pressed buttons…

Open…Close..

None worked.. so i calmed down and decided to juss read my logs..haha..The Devil will be so proud (for those of you who are raising an eyebrow and wondering..;’devil’? haha..not what you are thinking. Read the previous blogs.) soo just when i was gonna get comfortable..the lights on the floors went off and then i tried the button and the door opened.

Yepppie!

I bolted out! Usain Bolt didnt have anything on me then. I would have broken the 100 meter dash then. I got out as fast as i could so that it wouldnt change its mind and close with me again.

So..took the steps to my floor. After today, i will be taking those steps everyday until i leave.

08/08/08 August 8, 2008

Just got back from the university. Had so much fun. The opening ceremony of the Olypmpics games was so great. China really went all out to prove to the world that they are the best. Currently tired but forcing myself to read the stinking logs. They never get better. Each sem they get worse and the writers view gets more and more complicated. Awwwwwwwww!

Soooo for now..enjoying the finaly hour of 08/08/08. Never to see again. This is better than new years day.

Im out! Maybe out sleeping soon cause of the logs.

SIgh!

A Conspiracy! August 4, 2008

Day one of school and already hating one of my classes. To make things worse i cant even talk. Woke up to to take the bus and there were about 200 students trying to take the bus. There was not much organization. SO after much wait, we finally made it to uni and to the class. The devil was already teaching. Will not call any names. But that man, was very close to driving me to making him eat chalk. He taught for 2 hours and spoke about trees, and hating America and not being late and waking up at 5am and what ever else we could gather out of the gibberish. He could have simply slowed down and not tried to teach one concept on the first day of class when there were only about 15 of the 50 students in class..I they know wats good for them they will not come to class at all.

So back to me. I have this really bad cold since last week friday and it is so bad that i have lost my voice for 3 days now and i really cherish my voice now i dont have it. BTW , Chris Tomlin was Great! Loved it! SO besides not being able to scream and jump around like the others. I sat and tried to sing in my head. SO back to class. SO we finally arrived and then he comes over.. who can miss me?huh! Pale looking girl. He says

Devil: Whats your name and where are you from?

Me: (in my head) Oh no! Please don’t ask me to try to talk)

Devil: Speak up, in this class we will be speaking.

Me: SqueaK!

Vikctor comes to my rescue.

Vikctor: He name is Jay and she is from the Caribbean and she cant talk, her voic…..

Butting in ( BTW this makes a good screen play)

Devil: Now young man! Dont talk for her. I want to hear her speak.

Me: Squeak.Cough COugh

Devil: Are you sure?

Me: Nodding

Devil: Move to the front then. Dont sit under the AC, and you need to get ur voice back.

We then proceed to the front and he continues rambling on and on about audiences and something about Africans and living in Trees and holes. He then turns to me and speaks again.

Devil: Who are audiences”?

Class: Puzzled look! Is he serioully trying to get me to talk? Balum would have gotten that donkey to talk faster in the bible than me talking today.

Me: Huh!

Vikctor: Sir she cant speak.

That was a long class. Cant tell you the entire story. But thats wat most of the class was like.

Next class of the day. Yeah so Happy about it. INTERNET DESIGN.

Lec seems really friendly. So he says , so lets go around saying our names. I was like Oh great! So this time i came prepared. Paper and Pen, I wrote my name and country. He smiles and then asks my friend.

How come she is deaf and she can understand wat i told you guys. hahaha. FUnny! I laughed and they told him im not deaf or dumb.

Well i do hope so. haha..Wat a crazy day.

Time to sleep. Really want to get over this day.