Niggas

As if I havent endured enought hateful and spiteful comments, folks have brought "brining it to your doorstep" to a whole nother level. I went to work Thursday mornin kinda tired. Tiff has a new phone with this thing called Brain Genius on it and I have glued to the damn thing since she got here. I stayed up late playing it and bickin (kickin it...lol can I say that?!?!) with the fam, so naturally I was tired when I woke up. I was movin real slow, but managed to make it out the house about 7 AM. Class was ok, but I was concentratin on comin back home to see what the fam wanted to do for the rest of the day. The weather was real nice and they still needed to get some more souvenirs.
I roll up to my door, and wouldnt you know what was there?!?! The word 'NIGGAS' was SCRATCHED into my door! Yes, its true. Please pick your mouth up off the floor. I swear I couldnt even make this shit up! I was so flabergasted, then upset, no OUTRAGED. I was however surprise at how cool and collected I was. I walked into the apt and very calmly said hello then walked into the kitchen and tried to call the PC office. No answer. Then I call my program manager's celly. She picks up and I calmly explain to ehr what I witness. She seemed really surprised and disgusted herself. We talked for a bit. She asked me questions and then suggested that I call my school and see if someone could come and take a look at the door and stay in my apt with me.
I wont bore you with any more details, but it wll suffice to say that I was not happy. I had to go write a police report, take pics of the door, then the fam and I packed up our stuff and stayed with a PC staff oerson in Sofia for the night. I havent been home yet but I am DREADING haveing to look at what the door says.
and if anyone lodt count, this will be the THIRD, yes 3rd incident report that I have filled out with PC. The first being when some guyin my building thought it appropriate to grab my face and begin kissing me while we rode the elevator to the bottom floor. I told my colleagues at school at happened and I almost got the impression that they really didnt see the harm in what happened, and that I shoud almost be flattered that it happened! 2nd was when I almost had a break down cuz some assholes said really rude things to me and kids threw something at me. Then there was the verbal assault that my fam had to witness. But this here, t akes the cake.
I keep thinkin of how this person could have gotten into my building. How they could have done this undetected. What if I opened the door while they were doin it? what if I happen to come home late or alone and there is someone waiting for me? The police can patrol all they want, but unless they are gonna stake out and watch me 24/7 no one can ensure that something else like this or on an even worse scale wont happen. And for this reason, I am thinkin of returnin home folks.
the kids at my school are cool and all, but lets be real. You all have read enough posts about how lazy they are. A lot of them are cool with doin the minimum and just barely gettin by. And altho I can think of a few who speak really good, they ultimately got that way cuz they worked their asses off and studied. There are several excellent speaking English teachers at my school, and I doubt that the students who really want to elarn ENG will suffer because I left early. And I really dont feel like I am doing anything important here. Altho I wouldnt mind actually fulfilling my committment to serve for 2 years, there really is nothin here to keep me. I dont feel comfy walkin down that streets, I ahte meeting new people unless I am introduced to them by someone I know and I havent been able to get past that fact that I am the only black person here. And for this reason I feel like I havent put my all into doin programs outside of the school (which is suggested by PC to help improve not only the school but also the community). And I have had great idea abotu doin projects with my students and for the school, but the other teachers have other things goin on or they are just to lazy to help me and I cant do everything by myself.
And with all these excuses, the only thing that really matters is the fact that I dont want to ever disappoint my mom. I would have been left long time ago, but she has been encouraging me to stick it out and bear it. But as tough as I am, I was really scared when I saw what was written on my door, and I cant keep convincing myself that I im not. I dont want her to be upset with me either and so I have been tryin my best to hang in there as she would say, but its really hard. I have a meetin with my program director tues and until then I have a lot to think about.
This shit is beyond foolishness.....I cant even think of a good catch phrase or word to describe it. And im not even gonna go in to how shitty I feel right now......

"I dont want to get human trafficked"

So in the "most retarded thing ive ever heard" news of the day, I was talkin to my sister b4 she got on the plane. I called them to make sure everything was kosher, and asked my sis if she was scared to get on the plane. She said yeah and I thougth it was becuz she didnt like flying. I asked why anyway, and she says "I dont want to get human trafficked" Poppa was on 3-way and started laughing but I didnt think it was funny at all. I asked why the hell would she say that, and she said cuz she saw a movie where some people were trafficked. I said how the hell you gonna get human trafficked from the plane???

Idiot moment.....

Mozambique

Well my mom and sis are FINALLY here. They made it and I was all types of excited! I picked them up from the airport on Friday. My friend volunteered to pick them up with his friends car, so I was on it. I was so excited to see them. When they got here, all I saw was Tiff's light bright sweater and HOT PINK shades, and brown uggs. She looked real cute, but like a city girl. My mom was chill with some Nike boings and jeans. We rode back to my town, and kicked it in the house for a bit. I didnt have any food in the crib, so we went to the supermarket (Kauflands). Kauflands is like a Pathmark. They have everything: food, furniture, toys, alcohol, appliances, houseware items, EVERYTHING. We get to the checkout and we got so much stuff that I needed a big grocery bag and you have to pay like 30 cents for the bag. So Tiff asks if I had to pay for it and I said yes. As the lady is scanning the stuff, my mom and I are putting them in the bag. So we get outside and we talkin bout Kauflands and Tiff says thats stupid that you have to pay for the bag. I said it was really cheap tho and she rebuttles with "well if you have to pay for the bag, atleast they could pack it for you" She is such a lazy American.....lol They didnt bring a lot of stuff, but Poppa sent me some goodies with them. Cookies, kool-aid, crackers, sunflower seeds. I was in sheer bliss! I made a nice salad and bought a chicken and we had that for dinner. My mom was all on the salad like it was the best thing since sliced bread. I almost thought I saw her licking the damn plate she kept sayin how good it was. It had mushrooms, tomoatoes, cheese, and eggs. It was bangin tho.....

I had a diversity training to go to for the PC sat so I had to get up early and go to Sofia. They were really jet-lagged and slept from like 8 at night fri til like 3 in the afternoon sat. I got back home as soon as the training was over and was there about 6:20. I told them to get ready so we could go out for dinner. We went to this really cute pizza place in town. But first my mom wanted to call her BF to let him know they got here ok. So we walkin down the street, you know regularly. So all of a sudden some idiots who are across the street start shouting MOZAMBIQUE at us. They were very loud and were sitting and standoin outside on the corner at this small cafe place, drinking. Now I dont think I look african, but maybe Im wrong. So I yell at them, I am from America, and they start yellin louder and one guy starts making obscene getures. He started humpin the air and doin some other stupid shit. Then I heard some fucks and other stuff that I thought was complelely rude and unnecessary. I was downright embarrassed that my mom and sis had to hear this also. My mom was actin like a true New Yorker and threw up her middle finger in their direction. I got so damn upset that I didnt want to eat anything when we got to the restaurant.
And this is the bullshit that gets me angry. I warned them earlier that a lot of people were gonna stare at them, but rude remarks and obscene gestures? I was hopin nothin like that happened and I was skeptical about going to the center of the town where we were just for this reason. Why should I not have the freedom to walk where I please without fear that someone is gonna say something stupid to me? Its makin me mad just thinkin bout it now....
We were on our way back home and I didnt want to pass those assholes again. We just so happened to run into some people I knew and we decided to get a quick drink at this one place. We got some wine and I did pretty well translating between them and my mom . She kept sayin how proud of me she was and how she was happy to be here in BG. she took pics and after a while she looked kinda out of it so we left. Im sure it was due to the fact she kept suckin down glasses of wine like it was water. On the way home she started throwin up and I was so embarrasses when we got out the car and there was a lil bit of throwup residue on the cab seat. eeeewwwww
She went to bed when we got in the house, but then was feelin sick so she kept gettin up.
Today was pretty cool. We all slept late and made out calls to the states in the afternoon. We hit up the supermarket again, and went to the internet place after.
Mozambique.....Fuckin foolishness!

Hey there....

Well its about damn time you became a follower of my blog MERE! Lets everyone welcome her to the Lady Sha Sha experience!

*hands clapping*

Just a side thought....

If one more damn person shouts Obama at me and does that fist pump I might consider hurtin myself. I know they think its cool to see a black person, and I know they want to be down with me/us. But it really gets tiring when people ask where I am from, and when I say NY, they go ape on me. I was in a thrift shop in Milan and tried on this cute jacket. The shop attendant, who was rude as hell said when we first came in, "oh you must be British" I dont know how she thought that, but I said no, we are from the states, NY. She immediately starts shouting Obama, but it sounded like she was tryna be condescending. Then when I asked how much the jacket cost, she said 120, and I said "Euros?!" And so she goes on this tirade, "yeah, what you think" And I wanted to slap her, but I just walked out the store.
We had lunch one day at some cute lil place, and the owner comes to the table and asks where we are from. We saw NY and he says Obama. So we play along and start saying it too. Then Ferg asks him about Bush, and homeboy takes his thumb and moves it from one side of his neck to the other (like he was cutting his own throat) then spits on the ground. I was like damn! I didnt know so many people were up on the political scene like that. But it seemed that even if most people didnt speak ENG (which was like most of the Italian population in Milan) they knew the name Obama. AND the pres was in London at the time. I heard the Bulgarians invited him to come over here and holla. Im holdin my breathe for that one!
I noticed too in Milan and Paris that there werent a lot of fat people. Altho there were a gazillion McDonalds everywhere, and on one street there were 2, I just didnt see many fat people, which surprised me. The Parisian men looked real good too. But they all looked the same. Blazer, shirt, EXTRA tight pants and leather shoes. There was no difference between any of them. There were also a whole bunch of different people in Paris which I liked. There were a gazillion Africans, asians, and other americans. I didnt feel like people were staring at me cuz I was black or cuz I stood out in the crowd (they were obviously starin cuz on the shit...hahaha). In Milan people could tell we were different and I think they looked at us for that reason. I looked fresh to death everyday, and Im cute. In the trains we spoke in ENG and a lot of people were lookin at us kinda weird. But there were a whole bunch of africans and asians there too, so I didnt feel like it was a Black thing, as much as it was a tourist thing.
Oh, and in Milan, customer service was HORRIBLE. We would go in a store and nobody would say anything to us. We would walk to the counter, and folks wouldnt even address us unless we said something. And I guess thats the difference between capitalist places. Cuz in the states, you go anywhere and they READY to take your money. They try to be helpful even if its fake cuz they want them dollars. But in Milan, they could give 2 shits. We went to a coffee place to get something to drink. Folks were just standin around eating croissants and the lady behind the counter saw us come in and didnt say word to us. We didnt know where the line started or ended, and gave up after a few minutes.
But it wasnt BG, so by default it was awesome....hahahaha

Memorable Quotes

Quick Recap: Are you all familiar with the term "Muffin top"? Well its when a girl wears really tight pants, and her back fat hangs over her pants line, lookin like the top of a muffin.

Ok, so while we were in Italy, Ferg asked why all the Italian chicks looks so fat, but had mad tight jeans on. I said I dont know, but the girls in BG do that all the time, and they all look like Muffin Tops. Of course she was clueless as to what this meant, so I explained it to her. Fast forward to a day later when I put on a pair of jeans that were in the suitcase big sis sent me. They were kinda tight, as I have gained a few pounds, and Ferg jokingly says, "You better be carfeul, you turnin into a MUFFIN!" She starts laughing hysterically, but I didnt get it. Then I caught on to the fact that she was tryna say I looked like a muffin top, but she fucked that joke up! Parents, they just dont understand......Moving along

I said to Ferg that when I got back to the states, I was thinkin of living somewhere like Philly or outside the city. She tunred her face up. so I said well I dont have to live in Philly, but maybe somewhere like Queens or BK. She goes, "Queens is for suckers, and all the losers live in BK."

Damn, maybe Manhattan IS the pinnacle of the world.....

Eiffel Tower

More pics to come.....But in the mean time, you can bask in the glory and greatness that is Lady Sha Sha!

Autographs upon request!

I love my Jojo

Well well well, look at what my lil Jojo sent me! You can only imagine my surprise when I got this package today. I knew she sent me something, but all this, this is amazing! I had to lug this big ole box all the way from the post office to my apt, but I sure was glad I did it. In the pic: Doritoes, Goldfish, M&M peanut butter, OREO's, TRIX cereal, GRAPE JELLY, and Kool-Aid (I see someone has been reading my blog and checkin my wish-list!). But wait, it gets better, what I didnt take a pic of was a jar of peanut butter, another box of cereal, a box of tea, and tomato sauce. Girl, you know you my homey for real!!! That package was greatly appreciated, and know that if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have sent you a great care package as well. And THIS is why, Jojo is definately THE QUEEN! Poppa, now all you have to worry about is my laptop, and/or some BLING! hahahahaha

Im so spoiled......*kisses*

Italy

Itlay was pretty ok. Paris reminded me so much of NY. The streets were all crowded with cafes and people walkin quickly. Most people had a lil fashion edge to them, and it really had a nice BIG city feel to me. But Italy was just ok. The streets were really clean, and the buildings looks so beautiful. They were made out of nice marble, and looked very old. They had a Victorian or 18th Cent feel to them. A lot of the buildings had balconies with pretty flowers growing around them, and healthy green vines. I barely saw garbage on the street. The people all looked so quaint with their LV bags. We rode the train mostly everywhere, and the people looked quite ordinary. I guess you could say it had a city feel to it also, but the areas we were in also felt very touristy.
After a quick power nap when we finally go to the hotel, we went out to shop. I was so excited to get so many new things from back home that I took a shower and put on my new kicks and jeans. My sis sent me the sneaks that poppa bought me just b4 I left, some fresh arimax 95s. It was rainin the first day we arrived, so we didnt get much done. I went to the Guess store and was so excited cuz Ferg had a Guess gift card. But OF COURSE, they didnt have any pumps in my size (damn europeans). I was sorely disappointed. We checked out some other shops, but I didnt get anything. I was lookin for some kicks for Poppa, but I didnt see anything good. I snapped a few pics, then we bounced.
Back to the hotel. We stopped at the bar and met this nice couple. We got to talkin and laughin, and drinkin. They said we should go see the Last Supper, painted by Da Vinci. So the next day we put that on the agenda. But when we got to the church after this awesome lunch, they told us the tours were all booked and we couldnt see it. It was better to come in the morn so we planned to come back at 8 AM the next day. From there we walked around and saw some castle that was in walkin distance, an arena, and some other old buildings. The weather was really nice, so we walked through the park and ate ice cream. It was so calm and quite. Later we went to some area where a lot of the buildings were designed by Da Vinci. It was in a really nice area that had shops, and restaurants all lined down almost every street we went down. There were also those small narrow strips of water sandwiched between walkways, like you see in those movies when people are in Venice in gondolas. We went to this one place for dinner and I got a Vanil Cosmo. It was a cosmo with vanilla vidka, and that joint was f*ckin AMAZING. Best drink I ever had!
Back to the hotel where we watched Quantum of Solace b4 bed. It was HORRIBLE!
We got up the next morn to see the Last Supper. We got there extra early and it was amazing. Its painted on a wall which surprised me cuz I always thought it was a painting. I wish I got a pic, but of course the fake rent-a-cop security guards kept screamin "No pictures" I tried to sneak one but they wasnt havin it! After that we met up with a friend of Fergs for lunch then went shopping. I was really upset cuz we hadnt seen a damn Zara or H&M by this time. I was lookin for a cute black bomber and wouldnt have been content with my LIFE had I not gotten one. But as luck would have it, we went to this one place and I got my damn bomber, a dress (thank goodness) and a cute shirt.
I almost feel bad cuz I didnt get anyone any souvenirs. There was really no place that I saw that had any of those cheap magnets, or lil shot glasses. I was hopin to stock up on that type of stuff at the airport, but all they had was Gucci this, and LV that. The trip went by pretty quickly, but I had a great time, hangin with Ferg and not bein around my students.

Miscellaneous Pics

So there are a few pics that didnt really make the slideshow, cuz I wanted to caption them:

We peeped some guy pissing in the bushes. Ferg told me to snap the pic, and it was weird, cuz when I zoomed in, I could see his lil weewee. I kept wondering, with all the restrooms located just a few feet away, why in the world would he go behind the bushes. Laziness!!!


Big Pimpin right there. When we checked into the hotel, this message was on the TV!
Right behind the Eiffel Tower, there is a bathroom that we stopped into. This was just outside the bathroom, and I thought it was funny!
Yeah thats right,Parisians are always swagga jackin us!
Saw this outside of a school.....