So my fam has long gone and Im back to my solo status. It was fun while it lasted, and I def have some great memories of when they were here. We went to a few cool places while they were here, they got some shoppin done, and most importantly we got to kick it with each other. Tiff has gotten so big and she swear she is grown! I had to grab her up one good time so she knew who the boss was. One night she didnt want to eat some carrots that were in this soup I made. After goin back and forth for a while, she finally ate them, but I had to hem her up and get in her face cuz she was mighty slick with her mouth. Other than that, she was an angel. We had some good laughs and I was so glad to see her. My mom was cool too. She was actin funny style on some occasions, but for the most part she was aight. We had a nice lil mother-daughter talk that really surprised me and shed light on some things that I had no idea of.
I brought the fam to my school and they had such a good time. I introduced them to my classes and the were a bit shy at first, but got into everything after. I had them say a few words about themselves, then opened the floor for questions. I figured there wasnt gonna be any, so I had an activity waiting in the mists. The students participated and we all had some laughs. They spoke very well and my fam was very impressed. Some of the students performed the Horo and my sis showed my classed how to do the "stanky leg" (some hood dance popular in NY now). All in all, it was a fun day at school and I think everyone benefited from it!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The aftermath
Its been a few days since my door has been defaced, and I suppose I have had a lot of time to think about the whole thing in its entirety. Friday I spoke with someone from PC and I spoke to another Black female vol here, along with a brief convo with my program director. All this talkin didnt necessarily make me feel any better, but it did let me know that I had a lot of support and a lot of people were worried about me. Friday I went back home with my program director cuz she lives in my town and she saw my door. She spoke with my neighbor and asked if she wouldnt mind keeping an eye out for me. I looked at the door and all the talkin in the hallway with my neighbor just made me break down and cry. I was really upset.
And let me just explain briefly why I am upset. i have spoken to a lot of Bulgarian people, in an attempt to explain what happened and why I feel so sad. And most of their responses were along the lines of "Oh shani, dont be mad about that. There are a lot of stupid people in BG" or "oh shani, im sure those were just some stupid kids, dont let that bother you" So Id just like to let those of you out there for the record know why this type of thing gets me so upset.
1.Ill start by saying that there is no way you could really understand or fathom what I am feeling if you have never gone through this. The Bulgarians are the majority in this country, and I am sure have never heard anything remotely racist from another BG. If anything the Bulgarians are the ones who dislike/mistreat/talk bad about Roma/Turkish/other people who are not like them simply for that fact. They are not always the caring/understanding people they would have others believe. They ae the ones who dish out racial slurs and carry prejudices from what I have observed.
2. I am a grown ass woman. I dont need anyone to tell me how to feel. If my natural reaction is to be upset and cry because of something that happened to ME, then so be it. Thats how I do and thats how I am. Im not gonna all of a sudden jump up with happiness cuz someone wrote a racial slur on my damn door, that I have to see everyday. So please do not try to lessen my feelings or my pain by saying shani dont get upset!. I already am upset.
3. Altho Black people use the word when referring to each other to mean homey, my peeps, my buddy etc. the history of the word is rooted in something completely different. I am against using the word altogether, but lets be honest, when most non Black people use the word, they usually use it to be malicious. You cant tell me that someone scratched this word on my door to mean 'welcome to the neighborhood', or even 'we heart you.' They were being malicious. And the fact that someone would go through the trouble to physically do all that boggles my mind and makes me upset even more. That it has gone beyond simple rude stares or remarks and turned into action. That is what upsets me, and that is what needs to be understood. So dont think that this is more than just some asshole who is ignorant. This person got into my building and wrote a disgusting word on my damn door.
With all that being said, time to think has done me good. I kepp thinking that maybe I shoudl pack up and go home where everything makes sense. Where in my little world called Harlem, everyone looks the same and I am not privvy to these senseless acts. Or where I can easily showboat down Times Square or somewhere in the Village and not have to worry about lookin over my shoulder or if someone has a problem with me cuz Im Black. Cuz frankly I could give 2 shits about their opinions. Whereas here, its all I think about. I am the ONLY Black person that lives here or has EVER lived in this town. And I am a woman. Anything could happen to me at anytime.
But then what message would I be sending if I left? If I were a quitter? That they are right? that they can bully me around? What I really need to do is put on my NY swag and get it poppin! Altho I am still gonna talk to my program director about my options, if worst comes to worst and I have no choice but to stay here til next year, then so be. BUT, Ill just do my thing. Avoid the center of town like I been doing cuz I hate walkin over there. But wherever I do go, keep my head up high cuz even tho I am a Black female in thise town, Im the shit!
Is just so fucked up that I have to deal with this here. Cant I just teach the kids and do my job? Why does being Black have to be an issue?
And let me just explain briefly why I am upset. i have spoken to a lot of Bulgarian people, in an attempt to explain what happened and why I feel so sad. And most of their responses were along the lines of "Oh shani, dont be mad about that. There are a lot of stupid people in BG" or "oh shani, im sure those were just some stupid kids, dont let that bother you" So Id just like to let those of you out there for the record know why this type of thing gets me so upset.
1.Ill start by saying that there is no way you could really understand or fathom what I am feeling if you have never gone through this. The Bulgarians are the majority in this country, and I am sure have never heard anything remotely racist from another BG. If anything the Bulgarians are the ones who dislike/mistreat/talk bad about Roma/Turkish/other people who are not like them simply for that fact. They are not always the caring/understanding people they would have others believe. They ae the ones who dish out racial slurs and carry prejudices from what I have observed.
2. I am a grown ass woman. I dont need anyone to tell me how to feel. If my natural reaction is to be upset and cry because of something that happened to ME, then so be it. Thats how I do and thats how I am. Im not gonna all of a sudden jump up with happiness cuz someone wrote a racial slur on my damn door, that I have to see everyday. So please do not try to lessen my feelings or my pain by saying shani dont get upset!. I already am upset.
3. Altho Black people use the word when referring to each other to mean homey, my peeps, my buddy etc. the history of the word is rooted in something completely different. I am against using the word altogether, but lets be honest, when most non Black people use the word, they usually use it to be malicious. You cant tell me that someone scratched this word on my door to mean 'welcome to the neighborhood', or even 'we heart you.' They were being malicious. And the fact that someone would go through the trouble to physically do all that boggles my mind and makes me upset even more. That it has gone beyond simple rude stares or remarks and turned into action. That is what upsets me, and that is what needs to be understood. So dont think that this is more than just some asshole who is ignorant. This person got into my building and wrote a disgusting word on my damn door.
With all that being said, time to think has done me good. I kepp thinking that maybe I shoudl pack up and go home where everything makes sense. Where in my little world called Harlem, everyone looks the same and I am not privvy to these senseless acts. Or where I can easily showboat down Times Square or somewhere in the Village and not have to worry about lookin over my shoulder or if someone has a problem with me cuz Im Black. Cuz frankly I could give 2 shits about their opinions. Whereas here, its all I think about. I am the ONLY Black person that lives here or has EVER lived in this town. And I am a woman. Anything could happen to me at anytime.
But then what message would I be sending if I left? If I were a quitter? That they are right? that they can bully me around? What I really need to do is put on my NY swag and get it poppin! Altho I am still gonna talk to my program director about my options, if worst comes to worst and I have no choice but to stay here til next year, then so be. BUT, Ill just do my thing. Avoid the center of town like I been doing cuz I hate walkin over there. But wherever I do go, keep my head up high cuz even tho I am a Black female in thise town, Im the shit!
Is just so fucked up that I have to deal with this here. Cant I just teach the kids and do my job? Why does being Black have to be an issue?
Friday, April 17, 2009
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 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......
Sunday, April 12, 2009
"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.....
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!
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!
Friday, April 10, 2009
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*
*hands clapping*
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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
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.....
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! hahahahahaIm so spoiled......*kisses*
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