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PARTY NEWS FLASH

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UNNO EVA HEAR BOUT PARTY LEASE YET? WELL IT LUK LIKE SEH SOME PARTY LEASE-MENT REALLY GWAAN…SCOTTY BRITISH SEH HIM NAH KEEP PARTY AGEN BUT FLYERS PRINT UP DIS YEAR WID BIG BIG SCOTTY BRITISH AND IS A NEXT MAN KEEPING IT! BUT SCOTTY A PROMOTE STRONGLY PAN BBM……….MI WAA KNOW HOW DAT LEASE GUH? AN MI HAFFI ASK KAW MAYBE SMADDY WAA LEASE SCOTTY CROWD NEX YEAR OR SUMTING .. NOT ME #IJS :hn
DENNIS WET WET YEAR TO YEAR BLACK AND WHITE PARTY WAS A NO GO..DI PEOPLE DEM SEH DI WAY DI PARTY EMPTY DEM HAFFI LOOK ROUN IF A REALLY BLACK AND WHITE DEM DEH …KAW NUH BADDIE NEVA DEH DEH…..AH DOE KNOW HOW OR WHY BUT NUH SUPPORT FI DENNIS…MUSSY CHOO HIM CHARGE DI PICTURE MAN DEM $5000 FI COME INA DI DANCE…FROM MI BORN MI NEVA HEAR NUTTIN LIKE DIS. DI PEOPLE DEM DOE SUPPORT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OR MAYBE DI WHOLE A DI MONEY DASH WHEY A WATER KING PARTY..KAW MI HEAR SEH ALL $600,000.00 BAR BILL RING UP ENO MAN :hammer

CONGRATULATIONS PAT ON YOUR NEW BABY GIRL FOR JODY MYRIE……….HOPE TO SEE YOU AT FOWL FISH FRY COMING UP! MI KNOW YOU CAN COME BUT POOR TAMIKA HAFFI STAY HOME ………..JUS CAUSEN SEH MERCEDES DEH YAH :hammer

PUBLICITY OR PERVERTED?

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R&B super star and Grammy Award nominee Frank Ocean was pulled over last night in Mammoth Lake, California for what police there called “suspicious behavior.”

According to MediaTakeOut.com, The 25-year-old singer was traveling in a vehicle with another male associate after partying on New Year’s Eve. Today, MediaTakeOutcom released the following statement about the incident:

MTO WORLD EXCLUSIVE: R&B Superstar FRANK OCEAN And A MALE COMPANION Were DETAINED BY POLICE . . . For Doing SOMETHING STRANGE In Their Car!!! January 01, 2013: MediaTakeOut.comjust got word that yesterday police in Mammoth Lake, California pulled over Frank Ocean and a male companion in a car. Details are still sketchy but one source tells us that the police noticed what is being described as “suspicious behavior” by the men in the car. Frank and the man were released after being briefly detained. We’re working on getting OFFICIAL WORD on what police saw the two men doing in the car .. . (Media Take Out)

Suspicious behavior, huh? Either Frank and his male associate were actually doing something illegal to warrant police attention or this is an over-blown attempt for the singer to get some media attention. In this bloodthirsty ”no such thing as bad press” society, there’s no telling what the deal was. Who knows. Maybe the “supicious behavior” mirrored DJ Mista Cee’s x-rated activity he plead guilty to involving a male prostitute. Or maybe Frank Ocean used his summer coming out party to bring in the new year with a bang…no pun intended.

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PERFECTION

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“As a warning, the following post was written in complete desperation. I have recently learned some very sobering truths from people that I love dearly. These truths have set in motion a quest within me to do whatever I can to make a change. Today is not geared at funny. Today is geared at something greater. Read it to the very end. I promise you will be affected in a way you have always needed to be. I spent more than twelve hours writing this post because its message is that important to me.

I wonder. Am I the only one aware that there is an infectious mental disease laying siege on us right now? There is a serious pandemic of “Perfection” spreading, and it needs to stop. Hear me out because this is something for which I am passionately and constantly hurting. It’s a sickness that I’ve been trying to put into words for years without much success. It’s a sickness that I have personally struggled with. It’s a sickness that at times has left me hiding in dark corners and hating myself.

And chances are it’s hit you too.

What is the disease called ”Perfection”? Perhaps a list of its real-life symptoms will help you better understand it. We live in communities where people feel unconquerable amounts of pressure to always appear perfectly happy, perfectly functional, and perfectly figured. “Perfection” is much different than perfectionism. The following examples of “Perfection” are all real examples that I have collected from experiences in my own life, from confidential sources, or from my circle of loved ones and friends. If you actually stop to think about some of these, you will cry as I did while writing it. If you don’t, maybe you’re infected with way too much of this ”Perfection” infection.

“Perfection” is a wife who feels trapped in a marriage to a lazy, angry, small man, but at soccer practice tells the other wives how wonderful her husband always is. “Perfection” keeps people from telling the truth, even to themselves. My husband is adorable. He called me a whore this week because I smiled at a stranger. When I started crying, he said he had a game to go watch. I love him so much.

“Perfection” is a husband who is belittled, unappreciated, and abused by his wife, yet works endlessly to make his marriage appear incredible to those around him. ”Perfection” really does keep people from being real about the truth. You would have laughed, guys. She said that I suck at my job and will never go anywhere in life. Then she insinuated that I was a fat, rotting pile of crap. Isn’t she the best?

“Perfection” is a daughter with an eating disorder that keeps it hidden for years because she doesn’t want to be the first among her family and friends to be imperfect. She would give anything to confront it, but she can’t because then the “Perfect” people would hate her as much as she hates herself for it.

“Perfection” is when a son has a forbidden addiction, and despises himself for it. “Perfection” makes us believe that nobody else could understand what it is like to be weak and fall prey to the pressures of the world.

“Perfection” is a man who loathes himself for feeling unwanted attraction toward other men.

“Perfection” is a couple drowning in debt, but who still agree to that cruise with their friends because the words “we don’t have the money” are impossible ones to push across their lips.

“Perfection” is a mom hating herself because she only sees that every other mom around her is the perfect mother, the perfect wife, and the perfect neighbor. I’d give anything to be Mrs. Jones. Today she ran 34 miles, cooked six complete meals, participated in a two-hour activity with each of her seven children, hosted a marriage class with her husband, and still had time to show up for Bunco. What this mom doesn’t know is that Mrs. Jones is also at home crying right now because the pressure to be “Perfect” never lets up.

“Perfection” is a dad hating himself because he can’t give the same thing to his kids that other dads do, and then hates himself further because he takes his self-loathing out on his kids behind closed doors. You know what would have been nice? If you were never born. Do you realize how much money I’d have right now? Now come give Daddy a hug because I can force you to give me validation.

“Perfection” is a child hating herself because the boys at school call her fat, and when she goes home she tells her mom that school was fine. Her mom never stops to question why her daughter doesn’t have any friends, because her mom doesn’t want to think that anything might be less than “Perfect”.

“Perfection” is a man feeling like a smaller man because his neighbor just pulled in with a new boat.

“Perfection” is a woman who is so overwhelmed that she thinks about killing herself daily. “Perfection” makes it so that she never will because of the things people will think if she does. How could I make my suicide look like an accident? If I kill myself, I don’t want anybody knowing that I ever had any problems. She never stops to look at why she wants to do it, because healing means admitting imperfection.

“Perfection” is a man who everybody heralds as perfect, and inside he is screaming to be seen as the faulty human being that he always has been. Because to no longer be “the perfect one”, that would be freeing.

“Perfection” is a woman having an affair because she’s too afraid to confront the imperfection in her marriage.

“Perfection” is a twelve-year-old boy killing himself because he is ashamed that he can’t stop masturbating.

Stop, and read that one again.

There is a twelve-year-old boy buried 20 miles from where I sit because the “Perfection” that has infected the people around him infected him to the point that he deemed his own life worthless. “Perfection” pushed him to take his own life over something most of us would consider negligible in the life of any teenage boy.

“Perfection” is my friend’s cousin swallowing hundreds of pills because she just got the news that she was pregnant, out of wedlock, and the shame was too much to bear. She was only attempting to cause a miscarriage. 24 hours later, she closed her eyes and never opened them again. She is dead because of the “Perfection” infecting those around her. We’d rather you die than shame this family. Thanks for taking care of that, honey. By the way, we’ll do the right thing and make ourselves out to be the victims now. We have to. We’re infected with “Perfection”.

I could go on. This is all a small sampling of the disease called “Perfection”. You have brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, extended family members, neighbors, friends, and children who are ALL these things, yet none of us will ever know. “Perfection” is a hideous monster with a really beautiful face. And chances are you’re infected. The good news is, there is a cure.

Be real.

Embrace that you have weakness. Because everybody does. Embrace that your body is not perfect. Because nobody’s is. Embrace that you have things you can’t control. We all have a list of them.

Here’s your wake-up call:

You aren’t the only one who feels worthless sometimes.

You aren’t the only one who took your frustrations out on your children today.

You aren’t the only one who isn’t making enough money to support your lifestyle.

You aren’t the only one who has questions and doubts about your religion.

You aren’t the only one who sometimes says things that really hurt other people.

You aren’t the only one who feels trapped in your marriage.

You aren’t the only one who gets down and hates yourself and you can’t figure out why.

You aren’t the only one that questions your sexual orientation.

You aren’t the only one who hates your body.

You aren’t the only one that can’t control yourself around food.

Your husband is not the only husband who’s addiction sends him online for his sexual fulfillment instead of to you.

Your wife is not the only wife that is mean and vindictive and makes you hate yourself.

Why didn’t somebody, anybody, put their arm around that 12-year old boy and let him know that they loved him and would always love him? What was he being told and taught that he would end his own life over something that almost no teenager can control? Maybe that beautiful and wonderful boy would still be alive if even one person had broken down the “Perfection” that completely controlled all those in his life from whom he desperately craved validation.

Why didn’t somebody, anybody, tell a beautiful pregnant girl that there was nothing so big in life that it couldn’t be made right. Maybe that incredible young woman would still be alive. Maybe her now one-year-old child would be learning to walk or say “Mommy” right now. Maybe.

Maybe.

The cure is so simple.

Be real.

Be bold about your weaknesses and you will change people’s lives. Be honest about who you actually are, and others will begin to be their actual selves around you. Once you cure yourself of the disease, others will come to you, asking if they can just “talk”. People are desperate to talk. Some of the most “perfect” people around you will tell you of some of the greatest struggles going on. Some of the most “perfect” people around you will break down in tears as they tell you how difficult life is for them. Turns out some of the most “perfect” people around us are human beings after all, and are dying to talk to another human being about it.

You’ll love them for it. And you’ll love yourself even more.

Let’s not forget this quote: “I went out to find a friend and could not find one there. I went out to be a friend, and friends were everywhere.” Somebody who is being a friend doesn’t spread “Perfection”. Somebody who is being a friend spreads “Real”. Then, and only then, can we all grow together.

I am not perfect, nor do I want anybody to think of me as such. Here’s my dose of real:

I once stole a box of money that was meant for a child with cancer. There was more than $150 inside. That was 12 years ago, and I still hate the person in me that did that.

I believe in God, but not religion. It took me 30 years to find the courage to say that. It took me 30 years to believe that I could be a good man and still believe that.

I once got so angry at my wife that I hit the wall. The dent is still there, haunting me every time I see it because I never thought that was something I would do.

I once sat in my bedroom crying uncontrollably because I felt like everybody thought I was fat and ugly. I was a full grown man.

There are some people I avoid bumping into in public because I feel like I’m not as good as them.

I judge people harshly who share the same features that I hate about myself.

Sometimes I’m sad. Sometimes I’m not funny. Sometimes I just want to be alone. Sometimes I stay at home on a weekend because I just don’t want to see the “Perfection” going on around me. Sometimes I want to drop-kick a perfect person’s head across the room.

“Perfection” infects every corner of society. It infects our schools. It infects neighborhoods. It infects our workplaces. This is not to say that there aren’t a lot of genuinely, happy people. I am one of those people. Most of the time. There is nothing more beautiful than a person finding true happiness in who they are and what they believe. No, this is not me trying to diminish the happiness in others. This is merely me pathetically attempting to put a face on a problem that I see everywhere but few people ever notice.

This is me, weeping as I write, asking the good people of the world to find somebody to put their arm around and be “real”. This is me, wishing that people would realize how beautiful they are, even with all of their imperfections. This is me, sad and desperate for the girls in this world to love themselves. This is me, a very imperfect man, trying to help others feel a little more perfect by asking you to act a little less perfect.

Will you help me spread “Real”? Tell us below just how perfect you aren’t. You never know who might be alive tomorrow because you were real today. You never know who needs to feel like they aren’t alone in their inability to be perfect. Even if you comment as an anonymous guest, please comment. Tell us what you struggle with. Tell a sad or dark secret. Get vulnerable. Get real. Let’s see if we can get 1,000 people showing the world that we’re not defined by perfection.

And please, please please share this post. If you want the people around you to start being real, you have to be real first. If it’s your first time here, we’d love to have you follow us. I promise it’s not always this intense (or nearly this long). I’ll post something really funny tomorrow.” – single dad laughing -dan pearce – reposting in honour of a fifteen year old friend of my Son who died today

FLIPPA PARTY

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WTF AFRICA-FINGER FOUND IN MAIZE

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ngwebu Breweries had to throw away nine tonnes of maize after a finger belonging to an employee who was injured while on duty was discovered in one of the maize silos.

According to a source, the incident took place on 11 December. When the finger was discovered, workers were reportedly preparing maize for grinding to be used in the production of opaque beer (masese).

“It was a shock to us. Many people ran away because for the years that I have worked here, I have been used to seeing dead rats but not this. It was a traumatising experience,” said the source.

The witness said after people became calm, various conspiracy theories started flying around.

“People were speculating that someone could have been murdered and his body chopped and thrown into the silo where the maize was being kept. Some suspected that their colleagues could be using juju to rise to top positions,” said the source.

The suspicions were put to rest after investigations pointed to the source of the finger being a worker who lost four fingers while loading maize on a conveyor belt three months ago.

It is reported that after the incident, the company officials ordered that all the maize in the silo should not be used. However, only three fingers were discovered and consequently the silo was put under lock and key.

“We were told that the maize was going to be thrown away following the incident. For three months the silo had been closed until recently,” said the source.

The company’s marketing manager, Mr Themba Sibanda, confirmed the incident.

“We do confirm that an accident of that nature took place at our maize conveyor section. The employee is still off sick but the company is in touch with him. Appropriate raw material handling was done to ensure product safety. The ‘contaminated’ maize was disposed of appropriately and was not used for production (of masese),” he said in a written response.

GOLDIE TRACE

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POSITIVE THINKING- GOOD MORNING

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Positive Thinking

At 16, my son was a full-fledged member of the “religion” of positive thinking and success. He started working summers for his dad on the construction sites. His dad expected and received hard work and responsible behavior. His father gave my son a car (it was a “company car” for justification), and that allowed my son to travel more freely and regularly to his dad’s. He outfitted my son in the best clothes, helped him win the election for student body president, and helped him achieve “outstanding teen” of our County. “You can do anything you put your mind to,” his father always said. My son started getting college applications for top East Coast schools.

During this period, I attended a great deal of counseling with my second husband. We separated for a year. Only after his classic car business failed, did he return to the home. My son had issues with his stepfather’s return, but dealt with him as a “younger brother,” saying that he now had a father image and he didn’t need another.

I was staring down the barrel of a second failed marriage. As a Christian, I was looking at repeating my biggest failure in life. In addition to Christian support, I looked for emotional support in the form of positive thinking and expression. I attended John Robert Powers and Dale Carnegie courses. I was just trying to cope.

Remember His Sufficiency. . .

During difficult times, our human instinct is to turn from God and focus on self-sufficiency. Of course, as Christians, we know that these are the times to draw closer to God and ask for his daily sustenance. These are the times for prayer — constant prayer.

I prayed daily for my son’s soul. At this point, I also started praying very specific prayers for his future wife, and that my son “would be a great man of God.”

True Love. . .

For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD.
“They are plans for good and not for disaster,
to give you a future and a hope.
(Jeremiah 29:11)

True Possibility. . .

Jesus looked at them intently and said,
“Humanly speaking, it is impossible.
But with God everything is possible.”
(Matthew 19:26)

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