Thursday, 4 December 2014
Please hurry home. The following has happened since you left:
The SKY bill hasn't been paid. For someone so very organised, I am aghast that you forgot to pay for it. If you could please just wire the money through, I'll have it paid immediately.
We ran out of canned food. You must've taken the key to the pantry by mistake. I've tried unsuccessfully to open the door with a knife. We actually have had to BUY elegi, pisupo, saimin and toilet paper.
The grass is growing at a frighteningly fast rate. Well it has been raining heavily here. I don't know the number for the lawn mowing guy. Can you call him for me?
The kids miss you. At first they were happy to watch tv from morning till night. But now they're bored. They need someone to read to them. They don't like my reading, they say it sucks. "But grandma makes the cow sound BETTER than you." Oookayyy moving on before I backhand you.
These people from Dad's family came to see him. I told them you're both away, but they were already in the house before I could finish my sentence. They sat there expecting food, so I gave them some ripe bananas and unsweetened tea. That's all we had at the house at the time as I only got paid the following week. They left soon after sniffing the bananas and looking disgustedly at me.
And lastly, we miss you and your company. Honest!
Monday, 24 November 2014
1. High number of babies that will be born 9 months from today. Possibly named Timuga, Matagi and Lolovaia.
2. A rise in sales for warm Vailima.
3. Lots of hot bread and koko samoa will be consumed.
4. Wet clothes will be ironed for work tomorrow.
5. The kids will be kept from school because a drop of rain could mean flu, and we don't have time and money for a doctor's visit and panadol.
6. If you do have money for the doc, your child is probably out in the puddle getting ringworm and all other sorts of shit.
7. Value Village second hand jumpers and cardigans are selling like hotcakes. And worn before being washed.
8. You wish you fixed your car window, and now have a shower curtain covering it from the rain.
9. You wish you had an air con car because its bloody hot in here, and you're tired of wiping the mist off the windshield with your hand.
10. You wish you brought a freakin umbrella because now you're stuck in your office writing this post and wondering how to run from the office to the bus stop 1 mile away.
Sunday, 16 November 2014
I seriously think there are jealous shets out there to get me. Is it because I'm pretty? I'm smart? I'm sleeping with your husband? Or your wife?? WHAT THE FARK IS IT. Well it's none of those, obviously lol kae.
Some stupid cow sent an email to my boss complaining about my unprofessionalism. Oh no you didn't. Initial reaction. To get in my car, drive over there and nail the bitch to a lamp post. But of course, I am not a violent person. Never hurt a fly. So I smiled, and explained to my boss what reeeeally happened, and not the over exaggerated twist she put on it. Of course my boss believes me. I think. Shet, does she? Maybe I walked out of her office and she moved my name up in her little black book. Or called someone to say "You're right I shouldn't have hired this dumbo."
Ok rant over. So inconsequential, compared to, say, the freakin crocodile cake the kid wants for her birthday tomorrow. And the box of chilly chocs she wants to go with it, for her class. Plus the barbie present. Tallying all this up, and...kefs.
That is all.
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Never ending story this one. SRU is infamous for its atrocious governance. The place is a veritable sin city. They've been through a long line of administrators who've abused resources, drank on the job, and misappropriated funds. They say the latest CEO should not be blamed, he's a LAWYER. He actually has a DEGREE. So farking what. Does he have integrity? Does he have the balls to stand up for the players grievances? Or is he just another snivelling coward with his head so far up the SRU President's arse that he can't make a decision for himself? It's not just him though, he's really a scapegoat too for a lot of the more pressing problems within the SRU. Apparently the players insist that other big wigs in SRU need to go. That they're all corrupt. Yeah tell us something new.
So, a whole lot of expression of opinion on FB about this one. Many saying the players are stupid for making a stand, this is not the channel to air their grievances. Well pardon me, where else will they go? To the PM? Ha, that's a joke. He'll call them worse names than stupid and send them back to the plantation. Or wait, no, the players aren't local. That's for another post. Some say don't let your personal agendas become more important than the country you swore loyalty to. Agree, it makes Samoa as a whole look bad. But again, when will changes ever be made if they don't take it to an international level?
The fact of the matter is, the boys don't get paid near enough. $100 a week. That's TALA. A Yazaki worker earns more, and these boys are in training every single day of the week. They are supposed to support their families with a hundred bucks? Come on. 15s players in international games get more, but most of them play in clubs overseas and get triple, quadruple that. And they give it up to play for their country. Well I say their country needs to give a bit more instead of coaching from the comforts of their faleo'o and rubbishing the team when they don't win. They don't get their full gear. Yet there are gear sponsors...so where is the gear going? You tell me. God I could go on.
Bah. SRU deserves to be blasted in the media for being what they really are. A corrupt organisation full of old men with pipe dreams and a liking for pocketing sponsors money.
Play on boys.
1. Don't compare yourself to others. Really? I thrive (and break down) on comparing myself to others. All that rubbish on "don't measure yourself on other people's success" don't sit well with me. If she's (and I'm still talking about my woman crush here) got an MBA, I'm gonna make damn sure I get me a PhD. One of those ones you buy online. If she has model children with perfect teeth and smooth white skin, well I'm gonna find me a donor who can give me Aryan looking malnourished kids. Hey, I know someone who actually did that. Ok sidetracked. I can't help but compare myself to others. It's the driving force in my life. Bleh.
2. Don't feel like you have to have it all figured out. I never had this problem. I never figured out anything, and still haven't. And that is why I still live with my parents and wait for mum to cook me dinner. And pay the bills. And feed my kids.
3. Listen to your mom when she tells you that having more than five drinks a night is not healthy or normal. OMG she NEVER told me that! That makes me a little angry. I could have stopped the shameful nights of dancing on the table and sleeping with random men a long time ago if mum had told me. Not.
4. You can relax a little; you don't need to do it all. The thing is, I do need to do it all. Cos if I don't, who will? The never-ending saga of a single mom.
5. You're smart. Yes I is.
6. Don't straighten your hair or wear fake tanner every day. Not applicable to me. Obviously. Fai aku le meauli ae.
7. Enjoy young love because it's so sweet. But don't put everything on that relationship. Too late. I did. And see where that ended up. And then did it again. And same thing. I think I wanna be a lesbian.
8. Practice saying no. No. There, enough practice. If I had said no from the time I was 21 to now at 26, I would probably not had 2 of my 3 children, still working at BAT, and still a size 2. Aue'e.
9. Don't take your parents and family issues onto yourself. Tell that to a Samoan and good luck. Parents and family issues go hand in hand with breathing. You could try to separate them, but be sure you have a one way ticket somewhere faaaar.
10. Stop obsessing over guys. Claim your own self worth. I never obsessed over guys. They obsess over me. Uh huh. Pugi.
Thursday, 6 November 2014
There's boot camp, circuit, tabata, zumba, mt vaea, palisi, paddling and all these other ebola strains going on. There's a shortage of ankle socks and knee length ladies tights as a result. And water. The blasted seawall is filled with these sick people walking, running, star jumping. I can't even have a leisurely drive and see the boats out yonder because of this bloody eyesore. Gym selfies. Please for the love of %#@*! stop.
Sao ai le makou housegirl "ia ua fafao fafao kou guku kou omai koe kolegi." Juhuuu!
Ia ga. Short story from a jealous fatso.
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
I turned 33 last month. In the words of Eduardo from that Filipino series which every Samoan and his dog fervently follows every Wednesday on TV1 at 9pm, "Oh My Gutt!" And summed up by this random song we all used to hear on 2AP back in 1983, "Ua sau le pogisa, aue ta lelava..." But on a positive note, I am still alive. Not many binge drinkers and chain smokers can say that. Ai a ua leva ga sosolo le cancer kokogu o le kigo a la e "I'm still alive!" Faapea le cancer "not for long, bitch." Ha!
The kids birthdays are coming up. Alofa mai seisi laka bank account please.
Two nights in a row, this has happened. Night 1- I felt something in my hair like a spider. I brushed it off, got up from the bed and saw a gigantic centipede. Fark. Night 2 - felt something crawling on my leg. Another gifarkingnormous centipede. Hmmm. It's a sign. A sign that great blessings are coming my way. Or...a sign that I need to stop sleeping on the farking floor. And buy more mortein. And on both occasions (Gigi and I sleep on the mattress on the floor), I jumped up and ran. And then came back cos I remember I had a sleeping child on the mattress. Yes, when in life-threatening situation, abandon all children and run.
I'm taking these pills for something. Not important what it is. The important thing is the bloody side effects. I'm depressed all the time. Suicidal sometimes. Crying constantly. Ok. Wait. That's the normal me. Seriously though. What the crap is happening to me. But it's ok - its making me blog lol that's gotta be something.
Have you ever been jealous of someone, like insanely jealous, and for no real valid reason? Yeah I'm going through that too. So there's this girl. She's more successful, killer job, perfect family husband and kids out of Women's Day, nice cars (yes that is very important to me), talks like she was born in a text book. Like literally talks with words I can't even pronounce, let alone spell correctly to type into google. And she's an academic. I see her every day and think goddammit I wanna be her. I want her smarts, her job, her money and her photogenic pretty kids. The husband, I can find a better one. But everything else, my gosh. I follow her on FB. And Instagram. And soon I'll be tailing her car in real life. I'm fast approaching stalker level. Help. If she was pretty, it could be understandable. But she's not, I'm like waaay prettier.
I don't know where that was going. I freak myself out just reading that.
I better take another antidepressant.
Monday, 22 September 2014
When she became pregnant for the 4th time, all she could think was "shit, not another mouth to feed." She went through her pregnancy dragging her feet, thinking only of the hardships ahead. The fact that her youngest child couldn't even walk yet. Her marriage falling apart. What people would think. Later on, she would hate herself for these thoughts. Mind fuck herself over and over for not welcoming this beautiful gift. After 3 children, she became complacent. Doctor's check ups were few. She was sick more often, but neglected to look after herself and not that there was anyone else to look after her anyway. She choked it down. There was no time to be sick. That was for the weak.
Her doctor said she was fine, the picture of perfect health and an expecting mother. The child was healthy, heart beat was normal and she could look forward to a beautiful bouncy baby girl in a few months time. Slowly she attuned herself to expect that beautiful girl. She talked to her every day. Told her in no uncertain terms what she expected from her when she turned 18. What she knew she would look like. How she would bond her broken family together. How she would remind her mother to live.
She felt her child kick almost endlessly. Every waking moment the child reminded her that she was there with her. "See you soon Mummy," she said with every bump and kick. She couldn't for the life of her remember when she last felt her remind her that she was there. That she was coming. She was so busy with work, the other three children, that she forgot.
These moments she would relive. Feeling the pains of childbirth, her excitement soon punctured by the doctor telling her that there was no heartbeat. That the child was dead. When had she last felt her kick? When dammit when? These moments she would relive. That she would still have to deliver her baby. Her dead baby. These moments. Pushing her child out knowing the pain was for nothing, These moments when she felt God forsake her. When she held her lifeless perfect child in her arms, against her chest, still warm from her body, yet cold and soulless. Oh these moments she wanted to die. She wanted to stop the pain gushing through her like a burst pipe. Gripping her throat, choking, choking ever so slowly.
Three years later. She relives hell again. And prays that her Angel is in God's arms. That her Angel does not forget her. That her Angel forgives her for being complacent. For not accepting her in the beginning. For all the mistakes she made which could have possibly been the reason for her death.
She would never forget this day. But she prayed that perhaps one day, it wouldn't hurt so damn much.
Happy Birthday my sweet love.
Wednesday, 17 September 2014
Just heard last night that a friend lost her baby at birth. Don't know the details, possibly stillborn. Join the club sister, I feel your pain. Nobody should have to deal with that shet. Nobody. I hope she finds solace in her family and her two beautiful daughters and in God's love. That's all we can hope for. But wait that's not all. A mutual friend decides to call me this morning and give me all the gory details and worse, send me pics of the baby. Seriously!! Se kefs ia.
Everyone's a bloody baker these days. I'm sure that's what real bakers said when they saw me trying my hand at baking ha. Now I know what it feels like pe a omai le au fia baker ma post solo aka o lakou keke no nice. Juhu ia ok jealous.org. I know what Caroline's Kitchen thinks now "ugh amateurs". Ioe a la ua oki ai le business. Speaking of which, I think I've lost my mojo. I've been cancelling orders left and right. So two days ago, a regular ordered 3 cakes for Friday (thats *check calculator* $300!). I said sorry I'm going to Savaii this weekend and can't make it. And then I thought WTF Gikia e le keikei maua sau $300 aye. So I emailed her back and said hey ua cancel lau alu i Savaii so can still make it. THEN I woke up this morning and thought oh shit the order is for tomorrow and I am currently in Depression mode (talk about that later) so I emailed her again and said sorry sis ua koe on e trip i Savaii. Shet what a fail. Meanwhile I am looking through pics of a fellow baker Sweet Tooth and thinking of ordering a cheesecake this weekend. Because you know how I need it. AND these amateur bakers need quality assurance. Fink about it.
While you're finking about it, next week Angel turns 3. Time flies but nobody forgets. So I'm finally getting off my arse to buy a headstone for the poor girl ai o faapea le keige "e le galo le alu e igu ae galo a'u". So I went to Tuigamala headstones where they have a Xmas special going on - ok so why would you have a Xmas special in Sept and say "Book your coffin and headstone early before the Xmas rush." Before the Xmas death rush? A'e. Anyway e sau le kau a le igikia e $1,000. Ok thanks, will come back...never. So I went on lau whatsapp to ask the oracles if they know where I can find a reasonably priced (just say it, cheap) headstone. I said my budget was $500. One shet said "Well in that case go to Apia Concrete Products." Aikae. Still at square 1 and the anniversary is in a couple of days. Well planned, mother of the century.
But wait. Gary Carruthers just saved my life, and has a brass plaque for me which looks even better than a proper headstone. Yay. Mother of the century award still intact.
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Ahh but wait! My boyfriend just called. He's in a work meeting and they have left over food! And when I say leftover food, I mean lobsters, steak, bbq chicken etc. And when I say boyfriend, I mean my gay boy friend. And when I say I'm coming right over, I mean I'm already in my car.
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
And this is why I prefer to stay anonymous. Lelava vili mai se uffer fia misa mai. Ain't nobody got time, o lea e kau vaai poo lava se entitle ile NPF.
And for the record, which doesn't matter cos nobody reads my blog, I thought Dwayne looked pretty hot as MC. So all the suspender bashing I did on FB, Dwayne I'm sorry. Blame the belvedere. And Ora's shoulders which blocked us from really seeing the tv screen properly. And Riri's colouring that darkened the room. Ok bye.
Tuesday, 2 September 2014
The upside. I'm losing weight baby. Yayer. Who needs zumba, have some salmonella, works every time all the time lol.
But wait that's not all. Diarrhoea has stopped but still getting feverish spells. Ehhh aisea ea. I have things to do (candy crush) and places to go (the bedroom. alone. boohoo).
Or maybe I'm just sick of SIDS. And selfies. And different elei puletas every day. Ok jealous post over. Next post will be on the real issues SIDS is tackling like global aid, improving food security (wtf) and ocean acidification. And shet like that. Lol.
Saturday, 30 August 2014
And I'm only feeling sorry for myself cos my friends are all involved and I'm bored. Nobody to go on a maccas run with. Nobody to go and bug and force to watch The Other Woman with at ungodly hours of the morning. They're all doing airport runs, manning information booths, running the whole goddamn show, supplying the flowers for the venue, taking their guests from overseas sightseeing, pub crawls during teuila festival.
Pity party aside, Samoa is absolutely amazingly beautiful right now. Every road a UN delegate or Ban Ki Moon is likely to drive on, has been transformed, decorated with flags made of ieie, signs saying "Enjoy your staying in Samoa" and "We love you SIDS". The roads have been tar sealed again. And all the roads Helen Clarke will not be travelling on, good luck and may your potholes stay forever. Flags of all UN nations including coca cola lining the streets. Lights on and trees decorated cos hello it's xmas. Hashtags filling your newsfeed #soproudofmysamoa #sids2014 #haven'tsleptin48hours. Cops every bloody where you look. And my god some hot ones too. Where have they been hiding all my life? Ok sidetracked. Apia. Beautiful. Let's hope everyone keeps their toilets clean after everyone goes back and not just for this two week period.
And on that note, I'm at work on a effing Sunday #SIDSmoko
Monday, 25 August 2014
Wednesday, 20 August 2014
Conversation went like this:
Me: "You broke the window!! See this is what happens when you play too much." (bad logic save it for another day)
G: "Sowwy Mummy"
Me: "That's not good enough. Are you going to pay for the new window? Do you have money to pay for it? Huh?" (Really? She's only 4 years old for crying out loud)
G: "Yes I have money."
Wui wui - pe talk back mai le aunty lea.
Me: "Oh really? Well show it to me then."
G walks away.
Comes waddling back holding her piggy bank. Full of foreign coins.
Ah shet. Shuddup loa ma Mummy.
I mean, just look at that kuluku smile. How can I resist? Lol.
Then I get to work and start on the difficult task of facebookery. So I've finished "liking" every status on my FB newsfeed, even though 3/4 of them weren't even semi interesting. Seen all the newborn babies. Deciphered your status and realised you actually haven't been together with your girlfriend for months. Sat riveted while you told me how so very busy you are with SIDS and will it ever end? You must be the hardest working person in SIDS! And then those cryptic messages you are posting on your friend's wall. Why? Why can't you fucking private message them? Save me the hassle of trying to guess what you meant, and were you talking about ME? Because the only reason why you posted it up in public was for us to read. Oh and one more thing. We know it's your first child. But for god's sake we don't need to see a pic every time she opens her eyes, lifts a finger, smiles, poops. Save it for flickr. Just put up the really cute ones, where you're guaranteed to get 100 likes and a heap of "omg she's soooo adorable!" comments. And if your child is ugly, well, ok shut up Nydia.
Following this extremely fruitful exercise, the rest of the day is just a blur, and whatsapp and then omg it's 5pm already?! Then I make my way home to sit around in a vegetable state and wonder whose children these are running circles around me and whining that they're hungry. Didn't your parents think to make you any food?? Well since they haven't, kakala aku se apa elegi e ai, cos ain't nobody got time for a gourmet meal after the long day I've had working my ass off.
Ia fa soifua ua lava lea pepelo mo lenei aso tofi.
Thursday, 14 August 2014
In summary of those posts:
Went to Latin's dad's funeral in Saigon (Sagone) last week. Mad rush with 4 other mad people to get on the 8am boat, have a great breakfast at Savaiian hotel (thank you for the extra eggs), and speed to Saigon to make the lotu at 12. Magaia le sauniga lotu a si toeaina o Vaitulia. Nothing like your funeral to make people find out what kind of person you were in life. Latin was hilarious with his molimau "Mo lo outou silafia, o au o Alatina le atalii faafafine a Ioelu." Meanwhile the ladies behind us were like "o ai foi si toeaina lea ua maliu?"...auuuu free funeral food! Anyway, mad dash back to Salelologa to make the 4pm boat, quick stop at Burger Bills to park in front and eat our funeral food much to the annoyance of the BB staff.
Had the weekend from hell. No details, but I have burn marks, chocolate stains and a strained back to show for it. Sounds raunchy. Either I had amazing chocolate sex all weekend or I was baking 40 cakes. Take your pick.
Work is going along smoothly. I haven't screamed at anybody yet, and it's been 3 months on the job. Miracle right?
Everyone busy with SIDS conference happening at the end of the month. 16 more days! Talk of the town. Will the venue be ready in time? Is there enough accommodation? Are there even enough people coming? Has the dog management unit got all the strays under control? Have they grown enough grass on the venue to make it look like they didn't just start building it yesterday? Have they recruited enough people from the church to work on the landscaping? Are there enough barely visible banners hanging from every lamp post? Oh the pressure.
In other news, it's the freakin weekend. I'm going to spend it in a hotel somewhere with my feet up. Feet not legs. Whatever.
Monday, 4 August 2014
Pics of the nightmare to be posted up some day never. Good laaak.
Sunday, 3 August 2014
I was the victim of a kidnapping by 3 children, god knows who owns them (well half of them anyway haha juhu). I was made to stay home and make banana smoothies. I had to google the recipe. What? That's what maccas is there for. And then watch Pirate Fairy three times straight, before the cash power finished and we spent the rest of the afternoon vigorously fanning ourselves because it was so bloody hot, the electric fan not working OBVIOUSLY and I was waiting for someone to pick up their cake (melting in the fast defrosting fridge) so I could use the money to buy cash power.
On Sunday I was victim yet again. Of povi masima, faiai fe'e, and fried chicken. Need I say more? I needed a 5 hour nap just to recover from that one.
Is that a valid enough excuse? Lol.
Thursday, 31 July 2014
It's Fridayyyy. Here's what's going down baby.
Get sloshed at fiesta, crawl to Sheeshas for more sloshing, and end a fabulous night wiping down the club x floor with my skirt, before speeding to maccas to eat 2 big macs and feeling immensely sorry for myself and my purse the following morning....is not what is going to happen. Unfortunately.
I'm looking for a flat. My budget is $500 - $700 a month. I'm not fussy, obviously given my budget. As long as it has walls and a roof.
Oooh I got a facial done today. My face is still reeling from being raped.
Ok would love to write more but it's 5pm and I need to rush home for no particular reason.
Tuesday, 29 July 2014
I feel ugly. And fat. I know, that's like every day but today is ten times worse. My eyebrows haven't seen a tweezer or wax strip for months. My hair is almost completely grey. Pores the size of small craters. Jesus I just described Ekuale. With a dress on, and slightly less smell of urine.
I feel unloved. And lonely. Well. Most ugly fat people do, don't they.
My legs are aching. Whose bright idea was it to walk on the seawall yesterday anyway.
I had lamb chops and mash for lunch. Swimming in oil and the promise of a clogged artery.
I've almost finished watching first season of Black List, which I lurve. Is there life after that, I don't know and scared to find out.
My co worker is annoying me. Ain't nobody got time for dramas and subservience.
It's Wednesday and my social calendar is empty. I'm only 25, this can't be happening.
Please God give me a better day tomorrow and a voucher to Misiluki day spa to keukeu the no nice.
Thursday, 24 July 2014
Gyms. I. HATE. GYMS. Gyms are for the brave. And the skinny. And the rich. Cos let's face it. The people who go to gyms are skinny, decked up in jewellery and nike gear. I have never seen another person like me at the gym. You know, smoking hot and all. Ok, the unco one in a baggy tshirt and coin save tights.
Takeaway dinners. I can't give it up. I owe it to Chickalicious to keep them in business...by continuing to buy 4 piece dinner packs.
Fanta. I love you. We will never part.
Work. It's too close to Farmer Joe, Burger Bills, Nellas and Fias bbq. Shet, I'm surrounded and helpless.
Friends. Always shouting me lunch. Sigh. Why guys? Why do you do this to me?
Ok losing weight. Never gonna happen. Moving on....
Monday, 21 July 2014
Sunday, 20 July 2014
So now the youngest devil is 4 years old. She's such a big baby, still drags her speech, pretends she can't write her numbers, gives big smiles and bear hugs to get away with murder, and likes to sleep on my lap. Of late, I've felt a maternal pang, and I suddenly yearn for another baby.
Yes I am running solo, but there is no lack of donors in town, let me just put that out there lmao.
I got pregnant three months ago. I was sick as a dog from day 1. Combined with being at home, broke and depressed. Two months later, I had a miscarriage. Just one of those things I guess, just woke up one night and blood everywhere. Needless to say, I became more depressed and felt more sorry for myself than ever. Luckily I got a job a week later and it has helped me to get over myself. On the bright side at least we know I'm still fertile :)
So yeah. Still wanting another baby. All in good time I suppose.
Monday, 14 July 2014
"Do you have enough money to buy me a milkshake or is it too expensive? Bet you didn't know I know the word expensive, ah Mummy?" - 5 year old
"I know you have a boyfriend, I don't know why you bother trying to hide it when I hear you giggling away on the phone in the room. And in the dark!" - 8 year old (don't know what she's on about, and hey, who's the adult here anyway)
"Grandma when you die, I get the TV ok?" - 5 year old
"Yeah well when she dies, I get the remote, so good luck trying to turn on the TV" (evil laugh) - 8 year old
"I don't want to go to school anymore. The teacher always eats my lunch" - 4 year old
"Grandma can you read me a book? Mummy won't read to me cos she's busy getting ready to go out. AGAIN." - 5 year old
"Mummy can you PLEASE pay my school fee? It's 5 weeks overdue." - 8 year old.
"My mummy works to get money to feed us and buy all the things we need. My daddy works to go to JP's bar." - 8 year old.
But can I just say that I love my job. It's my dream job seriously. Wait. I said that about my last job and look how that panned out. Bleh. Ok let's give it 3 months. In the meantime, I should get back to work aye.
I'm doing the ice challenge tomorrow. Club X is having an ice challenge. I'm all for the cause, dude. And the free beer.
Thursday, 10 July 2014
Tino is 8 years old. She hates wearing short shorts, and when I try to make her wear them (I don't care if they're too short now after you've worn them for the past 5 years, Mr Lavalava hasn't got any specials on right now), she throws them at me (never mind the behaviour, we'll discuss that in another post). And then I see other little girls of similar age and in their teens. Skimpy little shorts that barely hide their ass cheeks. Tight little tops. Tell me mothers, why do you let your daughters dress like little tarts? Like little girls who just can't be bothered being 10 anymore and just want to be 21 already and walking the streets. Seriously. If you are trying to relive your glory days on the Matautu wharf through your 10 year old child, dude, please, just stop. Let your kid grow up morally sound, with dignity, and self worth, and without the eyes of every creep on her uncovered thighs. I love that my kid hates wearing short shorts, a two piece or anything revealing. That's the way it should be. Until she's 50.
When your kid starts taking Facebook more seriously than say, doing her homework, you react in one of two ways. You breathe a sigh of relief and thank God that your child is a normal 12 year old who is on her way to having a steady social life and boyfriend. Yay! Or you think "Oh. Hell. No. Ain't no child of mine gonna be addicted to taking a selfie every ten minutes, making stupid duck faces, and calling her friends twinnie when there isn't the remotest resemblance between them." Parents need to take more of the second reaction. Get a hold of your child. She has plenty of time to grow up, no need to rush things. My aim is for my daughters to grow up enjoying their childhood, reveling in the simple things, and not caught up in the materialism and social fakeness which is fast becoming the norm for kids from a young age.
Phones are now allowed in schools? Why? Why do you give your kids phones anyway? If you're saying it's for emergencies, and so that your kids can call you, don't kid yourself. There are never any emergencies and your kids never call you. Your kids are using those phones to contact their friends, viber, whatsapp, facebook, whatever. As far as I'm concerned my child is in school to learn, interact with other students, eat her lunch (and possibly someone elses) and go home when the bell rings. That's it. No stupid phones and taking selfies at lunchtime and texting during class.
Yeah. Come on parents, spend a little more time and effort on making sure your kid is growing up right. And I shall try to take a page out of my own book lol.
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
Monday, 2 June 2014
Here we are again.
What happened after the jump.
I left my job. Long story.
I became serious about my baking business.
I was in and out of hospital for a series of different stupid things.
I became a solo mother. Not a widow. He's still alive, unfortunately.
I came to know what it was like to be completely penniless. Completely and utterly broke as a motherfarker. No fun, I tell ya.
My social life remains dormant. Not likely to change. My outings consist mainly of trips to the bank to ask how I can exchange my children for a loan.
Yes I am back. We all know something is wrong when I start blogging again.