PUBLIC TRANSPORT...NO!!!!

I am a girl who hates public transport but am forced to use it. This is the reason why. Well when I turned 16, my dad had this ‘rule’ that if my elder sister doesn’t get her licence, I don’t get mine too. It irritates me to the max cause she does not even have the slightest interest in getting one. So you see, I am basically STUCK! How can I ever persuade my dad to consider me getting my licence soon? Hmm I have no idea.

Well the story me hating public transport is this. Every day when my classes for the day ends, I catch a bus home. See, I catch the 135 bus back home and the reason I have a huge problem with 135 is cause it takes freaking 30 minutes for the next one to arrive. And not to forget, some buses come either too early or too late. Super annoying!
So while waiting for the bus, I would talk to my sister or just listen to my music. When the bus comes, I would pray and hope it is not full. Bloody hell it’s always FULL. A little part of me always dies whenever I see like fifty or so passengers on the bus all squashed together. That sounds hells disgusting but I have a problem with this cause. Its cause I don’t want my body touching peoples back nor would I want to smell their body odour. But that’s what everyone deals with when it comes to SUMMER! Validating the ticket is the fun part. I always feel the piercing stares from the passengers sitting at the back whenever I come in or even other passengers come in as well.


When there is an Indian passenger on-board, the whole story goes gaga. When I come in, they give the look of ‘Oh My God, I thought I was the ONLY Indian in this whole Adelaide. It can’t be. Another Indian on the same bus as me! NO NO NO!’. It pisses me off so much that I feel like smashing their face. It’s not that I don’t I wanna sound racist here. But it’s the effing fact.

So, back to my story. As I validated my ticket, I realise that all seats were taken. So I decided to just stand opposite the validating machine. After the bus driver stopped at a few stops and passengers unloading, I could not be bothered carrying my heavy bag to the back and sitting down. So I decided to stand there and change the music track that I was listening to. As I did, this two old man, maybe in their late 60’s, came in. As they validated their ticket, I moved my feet in to give them more way to their seat. As one of the old man pass by, he accidently tripped on my shoe by A CENTIMETER. So I quickly caught him before he could get out of balance. As I felt really bad, I said, “im sorry sir”. Then this smart old man started going off at me. “OH MY! There is so many seats at the back, why do you stand here? MOVE DOWN!” Not to forget, he was shouting at the top of his lungs and everyone was looking at me. I was like “What the F dude, I said I am sorry rite”( the sware part I whispered) And he just went to his seat still complaining. I just gave him the WTF look and the F OFF look and shoved in my earplugs and blasted my songs till his shouting turned to whispers. I could not believe what just happen. An old man going off at me for an extra mini trip and me going off at this old man. I was damn pissed off alrite. If anyone would have talked to me then, I would have bitch slapped them. Just because I am dark skinned, doesn’t mean I am dumb alrite. He was going off at me as if I didn’t understand English or like I just came out from a jungle or something. Wow that just spoilt my whole mood for the day.

There are more stories to why I hate public transport, but so far, this is one of the main reasons I hate it. I am sure you can somehow relate to what I said above. So comment below!

Amma!

My mum is the greatest for me. Well obviously because she’s my Mother. Ok Ok. So this would be a short blog as if I were to pour out all my love here, it would take ages. So since it’s mothers day, this would be about my mother. I am really proud and blessed to have a mum like her. Its because she fits my requirement. HAHA. She is such a loving, caring mum and not to forget, smart too. When ever I am down, hungry, sad or even confuse with my gay assignments, she comes and help me out. It’s so cool because she makes me feel smart, well sometimes. Though she makes me angry or mad sometime, my love for her never decreased or even when she is mad at me, I am pretty sure she still loves me. Well amma, you know I love you so be happy n stay as the best amma 4 me forever. Happy Mothers day to the other mothers out there as well.
Without you, there is no us.

A Sweet Melody

Feeling the calm breeze in the Barossa Valley is one of the sensations I remember when I think of the time when my family seemed like it had drifted apart. All my life I had been living in an area full of people, cars and entertainment. Once I was removed from it, what was left in life for me? My father, an ex-navy marine, chose to spend his retirement in his hometown and my mum, a Christian charity manager, was keen to adventure into different places. This led us as a family to move out of the city.


The name I was given when I was born was Jadean which means ‘precious green stone’. This was because of the blue-green eyes I inherited from my mother’s side. My two younger sisters and I are still not settling in well to school as it means new friends, new teachers and new rules. The school I used to go to was noisy, casual and open but the school I attend now is the total opposite. But over the last two years, I have learned that family, not school, is what is most important.
My father and I were like best friends two years ago. We just had so much in common that we would spend hours talking about a book we read or even music we heard that day. When I was young, he taught me how to read books and play the piano. He filled my life with adventure, music and love, till one day when he had to leave for his work, it all stopped. I was angry that he left us all for his work because I was so attached to him. I missed him every day and as the months of waiting turned to years, I gave up on him. We just grew apart so much that we never communicated even when he came home.


Then came the time for my father’s 50th birthday. I had no idea what to get him since I was now living far away from any shops. So I decided to just drive into the nearest town and peruse the local gift shops. I walked up and down till I came across a watch shop which looked rather like an ideal place to buy a gift. When I opened the door, a bell on top of the door heralded my entrance. As I headed to the counter, I saw an old man in his 60’s sitting down looking through a watch. “I won’t be a minute”, he said in his husky voice. While waiting, I saw a catalogue on the side of the table and decided to have a look at the watches that were on sale. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a young man in his 20’s coming through the door. As he walked by me, I was assailed by the scent of the salty sea on him and with that a picture of my father as a young man came into my mind. My heart contracted. As I stared up, he looked at me and asked if he could help me with something. I gazed at him momentarily in confusion as I thought he was a customer wanting help. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m Ben. That’s my dad inside and he asked me to help you. So how may I be at your service today?”


After talking to him and envying his obvious loving relationship with his father, I decided to choose the Rolex Deepsea which I thought reflected my father’s love of the sea as I really wanted to reconnect with him again. You see, I thought that his birthday would be a great time for me to ask for his forgiveness. As I signed a cheque in agreement to buy that watch, Ben handed me the watch which was covered in a silver box. After thanking him, I went out of the shop and got into my brand new mini cooper, and drove back home. While I was driving, I was thinking of all those years I had never spoken to my father. I felt so guilty and scared that I stopped the car at the side of the road. Many thoughts were racing through my head at that time. It was like a film of my life with him, unravelling before my eyes.


I reached home and the house was still and silent like a mausoleum. It felt almost as if everyone was dead. Suddenly I heard a gentle melody being played and it was coming from my room! As I walked warily to my room, I saw my father sitting on the chair playing a melody on my piano. With my heart beating, I recognized the melody that he used to teach me after he returned from the navy. Tears welled in my eyes as it brought back those sweet memories of my father and me. As I walked to his side, he stopped and gazed up at me.


“Hey Jade, I’m sorry I entered your room without your knowledge. It’s just that, I saw all those pictures in the photo album of me teaching you how to play the piano when you were five. Those were my sweetest memories which are still a blessing to me. Do you remember what we played?”


As I sat beside him without saying a word, my fingers touched the keys on the piano. I closed my eyes and suddenly I heard that melody again. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see my fingers playing the piano. As he joined in, I realized that our lives would forever more be intertwined like the notes we were playing together of the sweet melody begun so many years ago.

Is It too young?

While it’s still fresh in my mind, ill let you know what happened today. It’s May 3rd, 2010 already. How fast does time move this days. Today at school was just like any normal Monday’s but during mentor group (which is when all year 12 students get split up into small group for discussion), the teacher in charge started talking about this topic that has been running in my head for a long time now. Relationship. Well I am not going to tell you what it means but I’ll tell you what I heard from that teacher which I think is rather interesting. This question was asked by one of the student in the group; “What do you think about couple marrying at a young age such as 18 or 19”. Well this brought a long and good explanation for the whole 30 minutes of that lesson. Based on his opinion, he said that age surely does play a role in marriage but it’s mainly depends on the behavior, maturity, attitude and commitment of the opposite sex.


There is a saying (which I have sentenced it using different words), ‘Don’t expect your partner to be based on your imagination, improve yourself for your partner’. I believe that this would bring the ‘most’ in a relationship. Instead of wishing your partner to be sexy, hot, cool, intelligent, stunning or even thin, it is best if you change your thinking and think of the ways you could make yourself draw them closer to you based on your personality. Equality plays a part in a relationship as well. It’s good if you both share the same interest, understanding and lifestyle. Where is happiness if your partner is a complete slack?
Back to the topic, everyone has different views on marriage at such a young age. Some are against it. It could be because of cultural reasons or even the level of maturity in the partner. Some of you might be scared of early marriage thinking it’s just too much commitment and that once you are married, your enjoyment cuts off. These are somewhat true, but it is not the definition of marriage. To me, marriage is a relationship where you declare to the public and mainly to God that you are ready to spend your life with your partner. It’s also expressing your love more without someone stopping you eg, parents or the public. I think marriage is a beautiful occasion as it is between two people committing their life together in the midst of God’s eye and to the public.


So based on this, I think it all comes down to the commitment of a couple. So as my teacher said which I agree to, “it mainly depends on the behavior, maturity, attitude and commitment of the opposite sex” not the age necessary.

What A BITCH!

Well as most of us are educated enough to know what ‘Bitch’ means, I wont bother explaining it cause I’m not an “effing” dictionary..Well as for many girl, which includes me, we hate bitches. Its cause of their bitchy attitude, bitchy talk, bitchy dressing, and their “effing” bitchy face. Well if you may notice, all the bitch seem to have the same look. Their head is always aimed high, never smiles, their eyes are always moving from side to side, and the never ending story of their hair. Every day there’s a new bitch born in them. It maybe the way they talk, act, walk or even their dressing. Bitches nowadays come in many variety selections. It maybe tall, short, thin, fat, dark, fair and mainly ‘ugly’ pretty. The reason I put down as ‘ugly’ pretty its cause of their ass attitudes, they look like rubbish.


The way they talk is also a master piece. Its mainly banging about someone or talking about how “effing” good they are. Bitches can’t control 2 things in their life. That is to bitch around and steal people’s boyfriend. They are such experts that facebook even have a fan page for them. See that’s the world they like living in. They feel belonged and loved as a bitch. The question is, why do we need bitched on earth? Well I’m glad you asked. It’s cause they are not ‘human’, they have their own unique culture, way of talking and the earth would be less ‘fun’ without them. Just imagine, everyone being just too nice to you and you don’t get to slap them if you hated them for any reason. Don’t get me wrong here. I am not praising them but just letting you know the fact. Some of you might say ‘life is a bitch’. It’s cause you don’t know when life will back smack you. For me, I won’t say life is a bitch. It’s cause there has been many good incident that has been happening and is happening to me lately. I don’t wish for it to slap me back so I’ll just play safe if you know what I mean.


As for my personal story of a bitch, it’s a long story. But to cut it short, she was once upon a time my close friend. She was actually new to school. So being a nice girl, I went and talk to her, know her and eventually became friends. It wasn’t long till she showed her true colours. It’s not that I don’t mean by her skin colour getting darker or fairer but her attitude became unleashed. I saw the evil side of her. Backstabbed me in many situations, laughed at me for my mistakes and mainly ‘showed off’ her latest ‘things’. So what I did next was probably the best thing u might think of without hurting that bitch. I backed off, stopped talking to her and eventually moved schools. I just don’t get it. What the F do they get by being 1 step higher then me? Money, fame, glory, or an award of most wanted bitch. Well I don’t know what the hell is wrong with them. I mean get a life bitch. A bitchy life is not going to get you anywhere or anything but a Bitch status. Change or rot in hell.