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Sunday, March 06, 2005
Friday, March 04, 2005
VERBATIM: issue #2- The Montego Bay Edition
quotes from and by citizen of MoBay...
1. "Idle dog fuck johncrow!" (I thought it was the devil finds wrk for idle hands, but hey I like this one better)
2. "Kangaroo"- MoBay slang for splurt, cut out etc
3. "Miserable"- MoBay slang for Matterhorn
4. "Truck"- Mobay slang for Craven "A"
1. "Idle dog fuck johncrow!" (I thought it was the devil finds wrk for idle hands, but hey I like this one better)
2. "Kangaroo"- MoBay slang for splurt, cut out etc
3. "Miserable"- MoBay slang for Matterhorn
4. "Truck"- Mobay slang for Craven "A"
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Paradise Lost
Nestled in the not so far hills off the coast of Montego Bay(the second city, the apotheosis of a synergy of rural and urban life) is Paradise Acres.
Welcome to Paradise Acres September 1992:
The preamble
Just to put you into context, in 1992 Baywest shopping centre was yet to be finished, Blue Diamond cinema was a feature attraction, Margueritaville was far from the minds of most party goers, the thing was Pier One. School fee was $300, lunch at the Cornwall College canteen came to the grand total of $15 (for a patty cocobread and box drink). Shalman Scott or Arthur Gilchrist was still mayor, Bogue was undeveloped, Lagoons was never there, and he Montego Bay promenade looked very vintage, board walks, board buildings and the works.
Moving to the stage
It is 4 o' clock in the afternoon, on any given Friday. School is out for the weekend, no one has plans for doing their homework till Sunday. Several Cornwall College students return to Paradise from extra classes at Montego Bay High School, where they all probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about their Spanish teacher Miss Cogle. But More so they probably spent most of the week fantasizing about football and cricket in the streets, matches and games that were spectated by anyone and everyone who lived in and about the community. Matches that were soundtracked by the likes of Dawn Penn (No no no. You don't love me, yes I know now) and Yellowman.
Paradise acres is littered with children, pre-pubescents and teens. To those still enchanted with youth and on the cusp of departing from it, adventure, no matter how rare or scarce always seemed just around the bend. It is a time when imaginations are still fervent. They are fed, fuelled and fostered by books like Jean Da Costa's Sprat Morrison as well as Young Warriors, Three Finger Jack, Green Days by the River, A Brighter Sun and Summer in San Fernando. It is an age in which, Rolling Calves, Black Heart Men and River Mumma's still had some fleeting ground in reality. The infinite that was summer had long days of endless bicycling through places such as Norwood, Dunbar, Mango Walk, "Vietnam", Bread Lane, Albion and "The Drives." Eternal hours in the "Greens" eating of NaseBerry trees, mango trees and guinep trees. Cricket was a pass time and girls were an ever elusive quest.
Friday evening sky is Air Jamaica hues of orange, purple and yellow. The sacred and revered evening is a ritual of football on the streets of Paradise Acres and most frequently on Hoyt Drive. Friday evenings and nights are ushered in by the regular street corner sound system known as San-Fi. It is accompanied by the chicken sold in front of Glen’s board shop and the scent of marijuana in the backdrop.
The early part of the night is heralded in by the rated ‘g’ music from the likes of Beres Hammond, Jocob Miller, Gregory Isaacs, Dennis Brown, Half Pint, Eek-a-mouse and too many more to remember. In this, the dawning of the night as it were, the sky is usually hued in deep oranges and violets. The ‘sussing’(or macoing for the trini readers) and musing of women and girls as they sit in front their yards commences, there is also the reasoning and humouring of ‘yutes’ as they sit on the sidewalks and take in the Friday evening. Drinking, cigarette smoking, dominoes and ludo are everywhere from various bars dotting the area.
The night evolves from its rated ‘g’ reggae/dancehall into more contemporary rated ‘r’ or even ‘x’ productions from the likes of Bounty Killer, Beenie Man, Capleton, Buju Banton, General Degree, Lady Saw, Luciano and Garnett Silk amongst others. The night progresses, propelled and fuelled by Guinness, Heineken and RedStripe became the beverages of choice with the occasional Stones Ginger Wine or Red Label Wine.
© Yannick Nesta Pessoa & Azteka Designs MMV (2005 a.d.) ®
Welcome to Paradise Acres September 1992:
The preamble
Just to put you into context, in 1992 Baywest shopping centre was yet to be finished, Blue Diamond cinema was a feature attraction, Margueritaville was far from the minds of most party goers, the thing was Pier One. School fee was $300, lunch at the Cornwall College canteen came to the grand total of $15 (for a patty cocobread and box drink). Shalman Scott or Arthur Gilchrist was still mayor, Bogue was undeveloped, Lagoons was never there, and he Montego Bay promenade looked very vintage, board walks, board buildings and the works.
Moving to the stage
It is 4 o' clock in the afternoon, on any given Friday. School is out for the weekend, no one has plans for doing their homework till Sunday. Several Cornwall College students return to Paradise from extra classes at Montego Bay High School, where they all probably spent the afternoon fantasizing about their Spanish teacher Miss Cogle. But More so they probably spent most of the week fantasizing about football and cricket in the streets, matches and games that were spectated by anyone and everyone who lived in and about the community. Matches that were soundtracked by the likes of Dawn Penn (No no no. You don't love me, yes I know now) and Yellowman.
Paradise acres is littered with children, pre-pubescents and teens. To those still enchanted with youth and on the cusp of departing from it, adventure, no matter how rare or scarce always seemed just around the bend. It is a time when imaginations are still fervent. They are fed, fuelled and fostered by books like Jean Da Costa's Sprat Morrison as well as Young Warriors, Three Finger Jack, Green Days by the River, A Brighter Sun and Summer in San Fernando. It is an age in which, Rolling Calves, Black Heart Men and River Mumma's still had some fleeting ground in reality. The infinite that was summer had long days of endless bicycling through places such as Norwood, Dunbar, Mango Walk, "Vietnam", Bread Lane, Albion and "The Drives." Eternal hours in the "Greens" eating of NaseBerry trees, mango trees and guinep trees. Cricket was a pass time and girls were an ever elusive quest.
Friday evening sky is Air Jamaica hues of orange, purple and yellow. The sacred and revered evening is a ritual of football on the streets of Paradise Acres and most frequently on Hoyt Drive. Friday evenings and nights are ushered in by the regular street corner sound system known as San-Fi. It is accompanied by the chicken sold in front of Glen’s board shop and the scent of marijuana in the backdrop.
The early part of the night is heralded in by the rated ‘g’ music from the likes of Beres Hammond, Jocob Miller, Gregory Isaacs, Dennis Brown, Half Pint, Eek-a-mouse and too many more to remember. In this, the dawning of the night as it were, the sky is usually hued in deep oranges and violets. The ‘sussing’(or macoing for the trini readers) and musing of women and girls as they sit in front their yards commences, there is also the reasoning and humouring of ‘yutes’ as they sit on the sidewalks and take in the Friday evening. Drinking, cigarette smoking, dominoes and ludo are everywhere from various bars dotting the area.
The night evolves from its rated ‘g’ reggae/dancehall into more contemporary rated ‘r’ or even ‘x’ productions from the likes of Bounty Killer, Beenie Man, Capleton, Buju Banton, General Degree, Lady Saw, Luciano and Garnett Silk amongst others. The night progresses, propelled and fuelled by Guinness, Heineken and RedStripe became the beverages of choice with the occasional Stones Ginger Wine or Red Label Wine.
© Yannick Nesta Pessoa & Azteka Designs MMV (2005 a.d.) ®
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Men are gods
John ch. 10 v. 34
Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?
Psalms ch. 82. v.6
I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.
Jesus answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye are gods?
Psalms ch. 82. v.6
I have said, Ye are gods; and all of you are children of the most High.
A bible verse fi bad mind people.
Isiah ch. 54 v. 17
No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.
No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is of me, saith the LORD.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
My new favourite bible verse
About Apatheists
Revelations Ch.3 V.16 Because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth
Revelations Ch.3 V.16 Because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth
Secret Places
Psalms Ch.91 v.1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
Isaiah CH.45 v.3 And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel.
Psalms Ch.18 v.11 He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Job Ch.20 v.26 All darkness shall be hid in his secret places: a fire not blown shall consume him; it shall go ill with him that is left in his tabernacle.
Isaiah CH.45 v.3 And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and hidden riches of secret places, that thou mayest know that I, the LORD, which call thee by thy name, am the God of Israel.
Psalms Ch.18 v.11 He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Job Ch.20 v.26 All darkness shall be hid in his secret places: a fire not blown shall consume him; it shall go ill with him that is left in his tabernacle.
AIDS CURE HOT NEWS!!!
A cure for AIDS?
Wignall's World Mark Wignall
Sunday, February 13, 2005
In response to my column on AIDS, some heat has been generated, a little light has shone through and, as expected, a whole lot of air has shot out of the mouths of those in establishment circles.
I have been inundated by those who want more information on US Patent number 5676977 as given in the first column. This was what Boyd Graves referred to. He said he took the cure: "...Twenty-two months ago (2001) I took the US patented cure for AIDS.
It is a one-time injection; I call it infusion because it takes about 20 minutes. It's a large plunger kind of thing but that is all I've had and physically I am fine and symptom free."
Here is the opening to what the patent refers to. 'Method of curing AIDs with tetrasilver tetroxide molecular crystal devices.
Abstract.
The diamagnetic semi-conducting molecular crystal tetrasilver tetroxide (Ag.sub.4 O.sub 4) is utilised for destroying the AIDS virus, destroying AIDS synergistic pathogens and immunity suppressing moieties (ISM) in humans. A single intravenous injection of the devices is all that is required for efficacy at levels of about 40 PPM of human blood.
The device molecular crystal contains two mono and two trivalent silver ions capable of "firing" electrons capable of electrocuting the AIDS virus, pathogens and ISM.
When administered into the bloodstream, the device electrons will be triggered by pathogens, a proliferating virus and ISM, and when fired will simultaneously trigger a redox chelation mechanism resulting in divalent silver moieties which chelate and bind active sites of the entities destroying them.
The devices are completely non-toxic. However, they put stress on the liver causing hepatomegaly, but there is no loss of liver function.'
I do not have a degree in biochemistry to decipher all that is stated above, but I am giving it to you as I have got it.
I have been making attempts to contact Boyd Graves in an effort to have a one-on-one with him. As soon as I make the contact, I will inform readers.
An open mind is necessary. Many claims are made by Antleman Techonologies Ltd, the owners of the patent, and I have yet to see independent assessment of those claims. As soon as I complete that other part of the process I will report back to you.
A Quiz I Did About Flirting...
Geee shudder to think I'm like her... hahahahhaahahahahahaha (I'm a dunce rich ditz)
Take the quiz: "What Type of Flirt are You?"
Sexport Flirt
Yeah, baby! We think it's pretty safe to say that you're a Sexpot Flirt you don't hesitate to take the most direct route when you want someone's attention. A lingering touch on the arm here, a little licking of the lips there you're as saucy and seductive as they come. Flirting your way into someone else's personal space is second nature. The good news? Your intentions are crystal clear. The bad news? If you don't put your money where your mouth is, you'll have some explaining to do. But as long as you're having fun, put on that hot little outfit and go crazy. In the immortal words of Olivia Newton John, Let's get physical!
Take the quiz: "What Type of Flirt are You?"
Sexport Flirt
Yeah, baby! We think it's pretty safe to say that you're a Sexpot Flirt you don't hesitate to take the most direct route when you want someone's attention. A lingering touch on the arm here, a little licking of the lips there you're as saucy and seductive as they come. Flirting your way into someone else's personal space is second nature. The good news? Your intentions are crystal clear. The bad news? If you don't put your money where your mouth is, you'll have some explaining to do. But as long as you're having fun, put on that hot little outfit and go crazy. In the immortal words of Olivia Newton John, Let's get physical!
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