Scratchie\’s World

School Done!!! Other stuff in life to write about now….


I ventured into blogland this morning hoping to see that there were many posts to read and lots of stuff to catch up on but what the….????? Nobody is posting to the point where I ventured into some new blogs. It will take me a while to feel out some of those so until then I’ll be a silent reader.

Well I’m gearing up for war today. My class has been having some issues with one of the lecturers at school and she has agreed to a meeting today to discuss the issues. Knowing the lecturer and knowing my class I can foresee nuff bangarang this evening when we meet. I’ll fill you guys in some more later.

I took some photos this morning through my office window and I’ll be posting them later this week. I forgot to bring the cable to move them from the camera to the compi so unfortunately old age taking it’s toll on the brain cells. As I was taking the photos it occurred  to me that the window cleaners are brave people. The south windows were extremely dirty from the sea breeze but can you imaging a man on a piece of board 14 floors up cleaning windows…..not me :O  

Anyways, gone till later.

February 26, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | 12 Comments


Well since Monday I have been on unexpected vacation from classes. The lecturers at my school have been on industrial action since Monday. There are mixed feelings about the move but unfortunately here at home the only thing that the leadershp recognizes is an all out strike. They drag their feet on every issue unless it directly impacts them and only when it becomes a media frenzy that issues are addressed. Many students are upset by the action and rightly so but the fact is that a strike is useless unless it affects somebody.

Don’t get me wrong here, I am all for resolution in amicable fashion but waiting on money owed to you for 2 or 3 years by an institution that deregisters students for non-payment of fees should face the same fate. In all fairness the school waits on funds from the government to deal with these payments but I do feel the employers has a part to play in ensuring that the obligations to the employees are met. Why should an employee subsidize the employer. Give and take is one thing but waiting 3 years for funds owed is ridiculous.

Cricket World Cup is also creating some discussions around the place. The Mayor has been issuing warnings left right and centre for actions which he has heard intend to be carried out. Since he was not definitive about them I will refrain from mentioning any here. What is amazing is the amount of money that has been found to fix roads and hospitals and stadiums and water and drainage systems and put up traffic signals and paint road markings. I still have serious concerns about the amount of “investment” that has gone into this venture. I am glad that the money is being spent but at the same time I am not sure we are doing it for the right reasons and even more worried that after we “invest” so much, that it will be maintained. The DJ this morning said that he understands the need to “fix up for the visitors” but what about the 3 million that have a daily life in the same place where you couldn’t find money 6 months ago for basic necessities. Jamaica stands to see no immediate (if any) returns on 90% of this so-called investment.

Some +ves that are realised so far is that there is now a concerted effort to “quiet” the criminal elements so that the visitors will be safe. Road markings are being done (all-be-it on roads that are badly in need of repaving). Hospitals will benefit. In other words I am trying to take out the CWC out of the picture and see the final result of what it means for my country.

Until next time…..

February 15, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | 11 Comments

Technology is the Pits

Right now I’m mad at modern technology. I hate Motorola and am considering avoiding their products again. My 3 week old V3i died on me last Friday. No warning no saying goodbye…it just sent up a message “No Service”. Tried having it flashed but it just was too stubborn and wanted to be sent to that cellphone heaven in the sky but I as the cellphone owner condemns it to a life in cellphone hell.  Seems it’s a trait of the V3i’s and nobody seems to know how to repair it. I keep getting mights and maybes but “no service” prevails.  Latest possibility is that it may be the antenna module or unit or whatever they call it. I was in the middle of a call and it just cut off. All the other features of the phone work fine just not the phone. So I can play music, take photos etc. but no calls. It recognizes the SIM card and identifies the network but nothing else.

The gentleman who I got it from has said he will take it back but in the interim I am phoneless. I have one that I borrowed but I hate the idea of borrowed goods so I will hopefull be able to replace it soon.

In the interim I hate Motorola and technology.

February 12, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | 8 Comments


Well things looking up a bit. I haven’t been doing any post and certainly haven’t been reading. Won’t even apologise just accept it as a part of this blogger’s life right now. Well last night I handed in the final research paper which will go towards my degree. I still have some courses to do between now and August but that paper is one of the largest and most critical. How will it pan out?…your guess is as good as mine. Main thing is that we couldn’t do any more on it so I think we can safely say that it was our best shot.  My 2 other courses this semester are International Law and Business Ethics. Nuff reading. Anyway I’ll put together a decent post later. This was just a hail up.

February 8, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | 6 Comments

Interesting Story

The following was sent to my email. Have no idea who these people are or if it’s a true story but it made good laughing.

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
painless removal – The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now…the

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner,play
with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my
mind for the next few hours: “Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of
the  medicine cabinet.” So I headed to the site of my demise: the

It was one of those “cold wax” kits. No melting a clump of hot wax,you
just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel
them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull
the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean,
I’m not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this
out.  (YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other
stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so
I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. (“Cold wax,”
yeah…right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it
tight and pull. It works!
OK, so it wasn’t the best feeling, but it wasn’t too bad. I can do this!
Hair removal no longer eludes me!  I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward
body hair and maker of smooth skin

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak
back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.
I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side of my bikini
line, covering the right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the
inside of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and
brace myself….RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision
returning, I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the strip.
CRAP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and
spotted. I think I may pass out…must stay conscious…Do I hear
crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe…OK,  back to normal.

I want to see my trophy – a wax covered strip, the one that has caused
me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in
the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There’s no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the
hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax.

CRAP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is
now covered in cold wax and matted hair.  Then I make the next BIG
mistake…remember my foot is still propped up  on the toilet? I know I
need to do something. So I put my foot down.

DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut!
Butt?? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and
think to myself “Please don’t let me get the urge to poop. My head may
pop off!” What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts

I’ll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse
the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently  wipe it
off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!!
I get in the tub – the water is slightly hotter than that used to
torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment – I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together
is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the
tub…in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn’t melt cold wax.

So, now I’m stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had
cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!
God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone
put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some
secret of how to get me undone. It’s a very good conversation starter

“So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!”

There is a slight pause. She doesn’t know any secret tricks for removal
but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly
where the wax is located, “Are we talking cheeks or who-ha?”

She’s laughing out loud by now…I can hear her. I give her the rundown
and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.
Right!! I should be the joke of someone else’s night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to scraping the wax off
with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies
covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and
then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I’m
pretty sure I’m going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving
grace….the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I
really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my

It’s sooo painful, I but I really don’t care. “IT WORKS!! It
I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my
grief and despair….THE HAIR IS STILL THERE…….ALL OF
So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I’m numb by now. Nothing hurts.I
could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I’m going to try hair color……
Now that’s funny ……… Notttttttttt.

February 1, 2007 Posted by | Uncategorized | 6 Comments