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Here’s the answer to yesterday’s Blackberry Messenger (BBM) riddle:

The young lady was hoping that the guy would show up to her sister’s funeral. This was a test that was carried out by a famous American psychologist to observe how closely the mental level of a person matches with that of a killer. Many convicted serial killers were analysed in the test and answered the question correctly. If you didn’t get it right then good for you. If you answered correctly, you have a criminal mind. 

Scarily, I responded within seconds and got it right. *BBM devil emoticon*

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Map of London Boroughs

I had a weird encounter on Sunday that involved some pound coinsHammersmith and a Polish guy. In fact, the experience left me wondering whether I’d accomplished my good deed for the day, or been had.

Ok. It’s a normal Sunday morning. 6am to be precise. I’m waiting at a bus stop in East London to take the bus into work, iPod in ear, and me mumbling every cuss word under the sun about why my shift begins at such an ungodly hour. Normal.

“How do you get from here to Hammersmith?” someone behind me asked. From the early morning sun, I saw a tall shadow form next to mine so I turned around. Standing next to me was a tall man, say 6’2” in stature wearing a white T-shirt and three quarter length shorts with trainers. Before addressing his question, I looked him directly in the eyes. He looked a little stoned. Wide-eyed. But I couldn’t tell whether it was signs of sheer tiredness or not.

“You can take a bus to-” He stopped me right there. “No, by walking?”…  Was he a crackhead? Seriously. Walk from Newham, East London to West London? Totally opposite ends of LDN?

“Erm, I suppose you could but you probably won’t get there for another six hours.” (Random guestimation. I don’t actually know how long it takes. Never attempted to make such a journey!!)

“Ok, that’s fine, but how?” he enquired while taking out his tube map and a pen. I foolishly began directing him: “Walk all the way down this road…” then I stopped. Nah, this is silly, I thought to myself. “Why do you need to walk? Why don’t you just take public transport? I’ll be much faster”, I probed.

Then he explained to me how he was from Poland and had only been in this country for two weeks. He had fallen asleep on the bus after work and someone had stolen his bag that had his wallet, phone and personal documents in. He’d gone to a police station but they said they weren’t responsible to help him get back home.

“I ask a few people if they would give me some money for my ticket and they look at me like I’m asking for a million pounds,” he scowled.

I knew what was coming next.  I counted down in my head. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. “Will you lend me money for my ticket?”. “Sorry”, I replied. “I don’t have any change on me”

“Do you know any Polish people that could help me?”, he asked.

“No. No, I can’t say I do”, I replied. Even if I did, 1)I have to get into work and 2)They won’t appreciate me waking them up right now for whatever humanitarian reason.

My bus came from round the corner and as I signalled for it to stop the Polish guy walked away kicking the dust and stones on the floor in frustration.

Just then, my mind triggered back to before I left the house that morning when I was frantically looking in my bag for my house keys. To my delight, I came across some stray coins: four 50p coins, a two pound coin and a pound. Four pounds!

…. Anyway, as I entered the bus I shouted “Excuse me?!” The Polish guy turned around with a glimmer of hope on his exhausted-looking face. “Why don’t you take this bus to Piccadilly, then you can get a choice of buses from there to Hammersmith?”

He replied: “Yeah, but I don’t have money”. I went into my purse handed him the coins.

“Here”, I said. “Take, this. It should be enough to get you closer to where you want to go.”

“Thank you but how am I going to find you to give it back to you?” He asked worryingly. Now, I don’t know about you but I wasn’t going to be stingy over four pounds, especially as I gave it to him from the heart with genuine concern.

“Don’t worry about it”. I touched in my oyster on the bus and went upstairs. The Polish guy spent about 3 minutes asking the bus driver for the best way to get to Hammersmith… Err, I thought I told him already?…I just put it down to his desperation to get back home.  He got off . The bus drove off. Maybe he had opted to begin his journey back home by using the DLR. It was Sunday so he’d have a bit of a wait before the trains would be running.

Throughout my bus ride, I kept replaying what had happened. It must be hard living in a foreign country on your own, trying to get to grips with things and make ends meet.

Ironically, on my way back home from my gruelling 9-hour shift, the bus terminated roughly 1.5 miles from the stop I usually get off at. I waited for about 20 minutes for the next bus before agitation began to set in. So, in the 30 degree heat, I decided to walk the rest of my journey home. Got there about 25 minutes later (my petite 5’4” frame can beat anyone at power walking) without a single bus passing me! I didn’t get it.  Why was I the one experiencing such torture?! KMT (Kiss My Teeth)!!

I suppose I’ll just have to find comfort in knowing that my actions of compassion that day were done with good intentions and if the Polish guy wasn’t genuine, well he’ll get his comeuppance and karma will just take a juicy chunk out of his ass.

Earlier today, I came across this video of a young boy in America who had been caught by the police for drinking under the legal age of 21. It made me chortle a little, but with all humour aside, the seriousness of the issues arising from the clip (parental involvement, education, mental health care etc), indicate that so much needs to be done to help support disadvantaged kids and give them more opportunities to better their lives. But of course, they need to be willing to help themselves first.

I, like many others who watched this, thought: “Where the hell are his parents?”. It’s obvious that the teen is from a broken home. It’s probable that from a very young age he was left to his own devices and certain acts of deviance have become the norm to him.  He’s emotionally torn and needs guidance or some sort of counselling. As much as he protests that he wants to go to prison, rather than juvenile hall, jail-with that mouth- will most definitely send him on the path of  destruction. His situation is not unique. Without sounding patronising, it’s a sad state of affairs.

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The film’s catchline is: “Life is hard. Life is short. Life is painful. Life is rich. Life is….Precious.” I thought this was quite fitting considering that the film encompasses all such adjectives and emotions. It’s a movie about the power of education, the beauty we all possess within, loving who you are, motherhood and friendship.

Based on Push– a novel written by New York poet Claireece ‘Sapphire‘ Jones- it’s set in 1980s Harlem (USA), and is about an overweight, illiterate teenager who becomes pregnant for the second time by her abusive father. She is referred on by her high school to enroll in an alternative school- for troubled teens- in the hope that her life will head in a better direction. We follow her journey of her learning to read and finding the acceptance and friendship that she deserves from her classmates and teacher. Her courage to stand up to her abusive mother (played by Mo’Nique) and move away from ‘home’ to build a new, happy life for herself and her children.

The news that Precious receives in the end is extremely sad and unfortunate. Really pulled at my hear strings, but I won’t ruin it for those of you who are yet to see it.

Directed by Lee Daniels (who also produced Monster’s Ball), it’s gritty style projects an air of delicacy yet strength and Precious’ narration, though simple gives an amazing insight into her very isolated world. 

It felt as if I was watching a documentary. That’s how real the acting translated through the screen to me. I felt totally immersed.

Gabourey Sidibe (aged 24), who plays Precious, canceled the third year of her psychology major to play the role and I thought she did a pretty damn good job of it, really embodying her observant and aware character.

I didn’t think Mariah‘s performance (as Mrs Weiss, Precious’ case worker) in this was particularly wonderful but having said that, she wasn’t awful either.

Mr Lenny Kravitz plays the role of attractive, suave Nurse John (yes a male nurse).

Precious is definitely a tale of triumph! A masterful dramatisation, some may say and no doubt a socially conscious movie.

I rate this film 8.5 pearls out of 10. A must see.

 

Precious will be released in the UK on Friday January 29th 2010. Watch the trailer below.

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Like millions around the world, I woke up on Tuesday (12th January) morning this week to the news that a devastating earthquake had hit Haiti. The disaster is the worst of it’s kind to strike the country in 200 years.

The Red Cross estimates that 50,000 people have died and 300,000 have been left homeless, with up to three million people injured – a third of the country’s population.

Former Fugees rapper Wyclef Jean’s (above) charity text appeal for victims reached $1m in just a matter of days, with over 200,000 Twitter followers donating to the cause.

Desperate survivors, increasingly frustrated with the delay of international help have turned their anger into to scenes of violence and looting on the streets.

Watching the news has almost become unbearable: seeing so much human suffering and heartbreak. The highly emotive images of dust covered survivors and covered bodies on the side of the roads will be etched in my memory for a while yet to come. I cannot even begin to comprehend what the people of Haiti are enduring, simply because their experiences are not my reality. I only wish that I could physically be there to do my bit for humanity and help.

An acquaintance of mine on Twitter made a very valid point. Haiti gained independence on 1st January 1804, making it the first Black nation-state of it’s kind in the world and 153 years ahead of the next independent Black country 1957- Ghana (it’s even older than some European states). Yet Haiti is one of the most under developed countries of the world and now that it’s infrastructure is virtually destroyed, rebuilding lives will prove to be a painstaking task.

I was totally disgusted by the comments made by famous American televangelist Pat Robertson‘s insensitive comments. According to him the people of Haiti “swore a pact to the devil” and have been “cursed” by his god, and that the Island of Haiti has been cursed by “one thing after the other”, that is why they deserved the quake.

As evangelical pastor Rick Warren quite rightly responded via Twitter:

Labeling any natural disaster as God‘s judgment is nonsense. True “judgment begins with God’s family” 1Peter4:17, not others

My thoughts and well wishes go out to the sufferers of the disaster as well as those involved in the rescue operation.

USEFUL LINKS:

www.dec.org.uk or call 0370 60 60 900

www.yele.org

www.redcross.org.uk

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I came across this print screen of a Google search. Speechless. I usually appreciate Google correcting my spelling when I’m not 100% sure on something,  but this is too much. What? Is Google all of a sudden a stereotype churner rather than a search engine?  Admitedly, this image made me ell oh ell (LOL) a little bit before actually going straight-faced in disgust. Maybe this indicates something about race relations in America, because, according to Google Insights, 100% of the people searching for white people stole my car” were from the United States. Some say it’s a prank….. sigh.

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swine-flu-vaccine Desiree Jennings, aged 25, had a promising life as a cheerleader ahead of her. That was, until she took the swine flu shot.

The H1N1 vaccine triggered a rare neurological disorder- called Dystonia- that causes twisting, abnormal postures, repetitive movements, slurred speech and more seriously seizures.

Desiree, who lives in America, was a healthy young lady, but 10 days after getting the shot, she not only contracted the flu but was admitted into hospital twice for seizures. She was later  diagnosed with Dystonia.

“It started with me not being able to eat without passing out”- Desiree Jennings

Now she has to go up and down stairs backwards because walking forwards (which most people take for granted) is dangerous for her. Although she can run normally and walk backwards upright without triggering muscle spasms, her life will never be the same again.

There’s been a lot of criticism over the swine flu vaccine, with many people refusing to take the jab.

Even some health care workers (in the NHS) opposed to new mandatory vaccinations have been warned that they may lose their job if they refuse to take the flu jab. I’m certainly sceptical about it. (Click on the link to watch David Icke explain why he thinks you shouldn’t take the swine flu vaccine)

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