God Does Answer Prayers

by crazychick on Fri, 19th Sep at 9:54 pm

There is this man at school who has been trying endlessly to get with some of the students from last year;I just happen to be one of those students.I have ridiculed,ignored and even taken advantage of the fact that he wants to get with me.When I left the school I was so overjoyed. I bought myself lunch at Fridays and topped it off with a slice of Coconut cake at Devon House. But then due to circumstances beyond my control I have to return to the same school and guess what he will still be there.I stood in disaray as I watched my hopes falling to the floor like a glass;shattered to pieces.
A conversation developed between us where in which I was told that he is ignoring me because I broke his heart. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the chair that I sat on. How can I break something that wasnt whole in the first place? His heart is in little bits and pieces and he cant put it back together because he cant find the missing pieces of the puzzle he calls a heart.
While trying to talk his way into the cold dark vacuum that now occupies the spot where my heart used to be a young lady walked in. Now,this young lady isnt more than 16 and he is 30 something. They start talking he whispers in her ears and stuff next thing I know she start writing down digits. So I was like watch him. Typical Male! As I could say that;while turning off the AC he hit up his genitals. All I could say is God does answer prayers.

Memories forever cherished!

by crazychick on Wed, 17th Sep at 10:16 pm

Memories forever cherished are the memories that were created while I was around you.They will go unaltered,unchanged,frozen in reality but constantly moving in my thoughts.If I had a picture frame I would frame it for the world to see.
These memories have taught me to push every minute to the limit.To cherish and savour every second that I get to spend with someone dear to me.I spent a moment with you where,the world stopped spinning for a while.At that moment I had a whole new perception,a different view of you.I was captivated in your eyes.I saw me through you."beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."I became aware of my beauty in your eyes!

If I could do it all over again would I do it the same way?A question I often ask myself. Yes,I would try to correct the mistake that I made.In regards to the moments that we spent together,the verbal exchange we had on the phone I remain untouch, all I would do is pray,hope and work towards us having some more moments like the ones that we had.

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by owen, Tue, 16th Sep at 3:43 pm

Now I often end up at places against my will because I'm not driving anymore. People who drive tend to lie when you ask them how long the "little detour" is going to take. Before I notice it I usually end up half the way across Kingston in a bad side of town. Other times somebody will spot the elusive mechanic that has no cellphone and proceed to convene a meeting or solve a quadratic equation.

On this occasion someone HAD TO HAVE their prescription filled at 10o'clock in the night. York Pharmacy had apparently run out of pills for that particular MENTAL CONDITION so established rules had to be broken. At this point in our little story is where the detour began like a headache brought on by dry erasable markers. By the time we reached Liguanea I had lost track of the time, accepting my fate, contemplating possible roots of escape at this god forsaken hour.

There was a pharmacy, somewhere there, not sure exactly but the parking space was slightly inclined in front of the entrance, so you had to park facing outward - I couldn't see the drug deal taking place inside. I waited, keeping my eye on the local car washer/general idler (its hard to tell nowadays, I try not to judge people by the bucket they carry, could have been salt beef or mutton). On my left were empty parking lots and on right where four (4) cars. A woman in a small SUV came stopped in front, constantly brushing her hair back with her hand while looking in to the rare view mirror. Apparently she was waiting for someone to come out of the pharmacy, a hot date or something and she wanted to look proper. At this point I realized that I had left downtown and had ended up in "North Coast Kingston".

After about 10 minutes of watching the woman adjust her frilly hair with no apparent effect, I virtually gave up on trying to decipher what she was trying to achieve. It was at this point I noticed a woman siting 2 cars away from me in a silver car - an old Lancer. I came to know her as Marlene (or I may have forgotten her name ). She was 40 plus black woman with a unusual foreign accent, lived somewhere in Spanish Town, had just brought her father to the hospital and had the ability to talk. Had I known I probably would not have talked to her in the first place but its hard to avoid people who are in your direct line of site.

10 minutes go by. Apparently Marlene had just recently left her house to rush her dad to the hospital and in "haste" forgot to bring gas money with her so she is sitting in the parking lot awaiting for a "Good Samaritan" to help her out. It was all too suspicious. I wished her luck and proceeded to derail the conversation by talking about religion and faith - I was not in the good Samaritan mood tonight - it seemed all too convenient - especially since I offered her 200 and she said she needed more like 300 so to reduce the chance that she would run out of gas in a "bad area" on the way home. I wished her luck again. I couldn't go anywhere and she had already been there for a couple hours (so she said). I was trapped.

We talked about money and problems and her husband in England. She was far to intelligent, the longer I stayed they the greater the chance I would break. I meet a large amount of random interesting people, often only once, like a paper plane, never in the same place or time. I began to contemplate how profitable her little business venture would be - it was too genius - find a mall, late at night, somewhere uptown, park, wait for them to initiate intercourse, hustle unsuspecting dudes for gas money - I wonder if she has a pimp? hmm. I even began to doubt myself - she was too calm, collected, sure of herself like a brick house - I had to leave ASAP. A couple minutes later I told her that I hope her good Samaritan comes along, waved good bye to her. I have come to no conclusion.

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