Our family lives directly across from a bus stop a heavily graffitied bus stop it stands there day and night rain or shine with a half munched timetable and a bus stop sign that has been smeared with mud and God knows what else. We all know that a bus stop is used to shelter those who catch the bus to wherever they are going. Not this bus stop how about every weekend we have a group of under age drinkers (the same group every weekend) drinking there they sit in there singing laughing a conversating and krumping to the 1 song from JSQUAD on 1 of their cellphones that is put on repeat from late Friday night until early saturday morning. What about the group of school kids waiting for the bus decided that the footpath,road and some poor persons front lawn was not enough room for their fight so they take it to the roof of the bus stop by the time cars had stopped to sort these teens out the biggest guy out of them all (who was probably samoan, judging from the samoan expletives that was coming out of his mouth…..well he was holding the skimpy guy from the top of the roof dangling him while the rest of them clapped and cheered on the 3 boys on the roof.
On a weekly basis as our family members make their way to work or school in the early hours of the morning we will always spot a foreign body laying inside the bus stop after a long night of boozing and partying at a nearby house.One of us (usualy me) crosses the road and check if who ever it is, is still breathing then carry on with our daily routine.
One night my sister and I were in the room surfing the net and being faikala on peoples bebo pages and all we hear is a couple arguing ……….how about they were arguing over who was going to be paying their fares on the bus and how much is the bus fare???? $3.00 nzd. LOL I know I couldn’t believe I was hearing an argument over this. Well I do not know why I blogged about this Bus stop I just wanted to tell you that our Bus stop (I mean the city councils bus stop) is not only used to catch buses in our neighbourhood.
Three months of tearing my hair out and sleepless nights are finally slowly coming to an end I feel as if I am going to miss it LOL Being put in charge of one out of two groups from our church has not been an easy task I basically put my whole life on hold three months of no internet…….(I’m so going to thrash it when everything is done) Well alot of other reasons why but thats another blog, three months of no night clubbing (the clubs must miss my Beyonce booty shaking dance moves) LOL three months of not even attempting to find a job ( $00.00 balance in my bank account) LOL Thank GOD for WINZ (work and income New Zealand) LMAOOO!!!! MMWWAAHHZZZ!!
Anyways when I got asked to take the group…..I mean when I got forced and pressured to take the group LOL I had all these ideas in my head one was to start packing and move to Australia another was to move to Palmerston North and study at Massey University and just leave the group hanging and let someone else who was more greatful then me take over. LOL! ………Off course I did not go ahead with any of my plans………but I decided to suck it in and do it. (FOR THE LORD)
Now I am just putting the last and final touches to my angel costumes counting down the days until my group takes the stage and perform what we have been practising for the last few months going to be a big relief when it is finaly over.
As my place in the line got closer and closer to the service desk I built up the courage to look around and observe my surroundings I went over in my head what I was going to say to the palagi lady “ Hello ma’m I am here for a seminar”…….. “Hey wotz good? Where’s that seminar at?” ……… “Excuse me lady could you tell me where the seminar is?” ……..“Hi there I use to be employed but now I am not because I had unexpected family commitments, I have never been here before can you tell? Because I do not even know where the room for the seminar is!!!!!” LOL maybe not the last one a bit too long with unnecessary information LOL
I stood there cracking jokes to myself it eased my nerves and stopped me from hyperventilating LOL!!! I couldn’t believe how I felt I just hoped no one I knew would see me I would be so embarrassed it took me a lot of guts to even make an appointment.
“How can I help you?” I stood there unable to move or speak….. “ummmmm ummmmm I’m here for the the ummmmm seminar?” the palagi lady asked for my name and birth date I told her she quickly typed it into their system a few seconds later she said in a mighty loud voice “OH RIGHT YOU ARE HERE FOR THE UNEMPLOYMENT BENEFIT SEMINAR!”
She now knew what I was there for and so did the 30 something other people who were in the waiting area. LMAO!!!!
My friend Jo had just broken up with her partner after suffering years of domestic violence and abuse. Her and her kids decided to move back with her mother in Porirua. I use to work with her my first job ever I was still at college when I became a part time checkout operator at the local supermarket that’s how I met Jo. She left college to work , I thought it was the most ridiculous thing when she told me about her decision while I had a cigarette in the smokers room and her being a non smoker she was desperately fanning the fumes away LMAO I use to crack up to my self and think why would you leave college to work at a supermarket? Later on I understood why sometimes you just got to do it.
You see I never really liked Jo I got the picture that she was a try hard she was a goody good two shoes but tried very very hard to fit in but I could never avoid her. She started smoking 2 weeks after we started working together please do not blame me for her starting LOL I did advise her it was not a good idea to start but she said it was only a phase she would never become heavily addicted 6 years later she’s chain smoking and I have a cigarette only when I drink (which is hardly ever LMAO)
Within the span of 6 months of the both of us working together Jo started smoking, drinking and sleeping with boys and men LMAO! …….once again do not blame me for all this I did not hold a machete to her neck and make her do it. LMAO! A supervisor advised Jo not to hang out with me anymore because I was a BAD INFLUENCE LMAO …….did Jo listen? No she didn’t!
A year and a half later Jo became pregnant to her West African boyfriend whom she had met through another workmate one night when she climbed out of her window to go night clubbing ( a classic islander girls story ) LOL. We both worked at a very large supermarket with mainly SAMOAN workers so there was always plenty of gossip LOL……mainly about Jo and I LMAO!
Here we were both sitting in her car 6 years later while her second partner had a few drinks with his boys. We are now very good friends (something I never ever thought would happen) while we caught up I kept thinking back to when we first met and how i did not really like her I have a long giggle to myself and think my friend Jo!!!!
My job is to come up with an entrance song, skit and a dance (all on my own). I did not want to do it I felt like a hypocrite teaching GODLY and CHRISTIAN song, dances and skits and I do not even walk the walk of the things I will be teaching. I am the last one that should be doing it you might be thinking oh yeah no sweat but
……..no way it was just too much sweat!!!!!!! I stayed up on you tube, lime wire and even harassed all the 1 samoana village people!!!!!! I went as far as forcing them to send me songs via msn (thanks Breezay!!!!) LOL texting and calling people who I haven’t spoken to in months pretending to ring for a catch up then casually asking for any ideas LOL.
I was under a lot of pressure especially when they left me hanging high and dry with a group which was a mix of mainly the young girls of the church then when you mix them in with Samoan born guys who have only been in New Zealand for less then a year makes it very difficult to come up with a programme that is suitable and would cater for the group and audience. For example
……….a simple hip-hop dance move took the Samoan borns days to learn step,pop step,step throw. Then one of the Samoan guys suggested we do a skit that reminded me of the white Sunday 1990 tala (play) LMAO. The young girls begged me not to consider their idea for the skit or else they were not going to participate. I just couldn’t believe how hard my first job within a church was.
When you have a teenage girl trembling and hiding in your closet while their mother, father and sister are all standing at the door yelling out her name each time the tone in their voices becoming more and more aggressive, what do you do? It then gets to the point where they all basically step into your house uninvited yelling at the top of their lungs and threatening to call the police when in fact the only ones breaking any type of law would be them, what do you do? You know for sure that once they get their hands on her she will get a beating, what do you do?
As I was growing up I always imagined what I would do, the steps I would take if I ever was in a similar situation I even rehearsed lines to say but I totally froze. I mean yes I have had my fair share of beatings up to a certain age where my parents saw the light and stopped laying their hands on me which was a very long time ago.
Still frozen I thought to myself I’m not this child’s mother or legal guardian
I really do not have the right. This thought was quickly interrupted by this young girl giving herself up to her parents only to have her father viciously pull her by the hair about 10 metres out to the car in front of the whole neighbourhood whom were already out on the road wanting to know what all the commotion was which is very common especially amongst an area over populated by many Samoans the faikala ones mainly.
The big red Honda family van zoomed off. I knew once they got home she will get a beating not only from her mother but from her father, sister her two other brothers and cousin all at once that’s just how it is in her family they probably think the more the merrier?
Although I picked up the phone and notified the police for some reason I had this guilty feeling I knew I was doing the right thing but still I had a sick feeling in my gut but I wanted to break the cycle of staying silent and turning the blind eye like many do. Discipline is a thing that should be carried out but not to the extent where it becomes a family gang bash well at least that’s what I think?
I can’t believe it my eyes are fixed on the computer screen my fingers are shaking just a tad .I got that butterfly feeling in my gut.Kind of feels like my first day at college I keep thinking ”What if?” It has been a couple of weeks since I registered my interest in starting a blog spot on Ala Mai.
After reading nearly every blog on here I hesitated …got a bit FEFEVALE (scared/afraid) and kept holding off writing a blog Why? Because of the high standard these writers have set. Well written, attention grabbing and exciting accounts of day to day life experiences. I even had to get my online dictionary out to read a few of the blogs LOL talk about trying to catch up on my vocabulary.I read one blog and they had some people criticising the way he wrote even the poor guys grammar.LOL it Put me right off starting a blog I even read the BLOGGING ADVICE but I think I’ll just scratch that and just do what I want LOL even if I get comments about my poor grammar.