Sunday, January 31, 2010
ANYTING WHEY POST YAH A EMAIL PEOPLE EMAIL IT HEEN
Anything that is posted here are based on emails
MI NUH HAVE NUTTIN GENS ANYBODY WHEY MI POST BOUT
There is a persoanl vendetta against anyone that is posted here
MI NUH GO SEEK OUT NOBODY INFAHMAYSHAN FI POST PAN MI BLOG IF MI CAN CONFIRM TINGS MI TRY CONFIRM
I do not set out to seek or dig up information about people I have posted about. If I am aware of a situation and I am in the postion to confirm information that is SENT in I will do so, if not I will post what is sent in.
PEOPLE A TALK BOUT MI NUH APPROVE OF DEM RELATIONSHIP LIKE A ME A TEK DEM MAN OR A MY PUSSY MI LEN DEM.. IF A FI UNNO PUSSY USE IT AS UNNO PLEASE ... MI TALK DI TINGS DAS ALL
Individuals who think I post materials about them because I do not approve of their relationships, need not think that as I am not the bed, vagina or penis that is in the situation. I speak on the matters that arise and nothing else. If there is a wife or matey situation I will say my opinion on both parties which is my civil right
IF A LIE PEOPLE A TELL PAN UNNO WHEN DI TINGS DEM TALK UNNO CAN ALWAYS SEN IN DI TINGS FI STOP DI LIE
If the material that is posted is untrue , that individual is give ample opportunity for a rebuttal which is always welcomed on JMG
WE SAME ONE WILL TALK DI TINGS AND IF DI SAME PERSON WHEY WE TALK DI TINGS NEED WE FI BACK DEM WE DROP EVERYTING AND BACK DEM CAUSE RIGHT A RIGHT N WRONG A WRONG.... IF UNNO A TEK DI PEOPLE DEM MAN N A WALK N POSE LIKE A FI UNNO AND UNNO KNOW UNNO A SHARE HIM JMG A GO RUN WIDDY
We here on JMG try to be as fair as we can, if we speak about someone and that same person needs our voice for an important reason, we will speak on their behalf. If that person is in the right. If you are having a relationship with someone who already has a spouse that is known publicly and you also are going public with your relationship we will speak on the things we see
..... THATS ALL FOLKS
Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 11:34 PM
love u baby From: rebeccasilvera
January 05, 2010
45 views just us against the world ...
REBECCA MI WAA KNOW WHICH TWO OF US U A TALK BOUT WID DI VIDEO SEEING AS U AND LUTON LEF DI REAL FI REAL... DI PIC U INA MI NAW LIE U LOOK NICE MI LIKE DEM CLASSY LOOK DEH PAN U.... STAY FAR FROM TIGHT SHORT TINGS.. PEOPLE REBECCA A TRY CHOW OFF PEOPLE AGEN WID DI BREEDING TING... HENCE THE VIDEO
ANYHOW PEOPLE UNNO CHOON IN TODAY FROM 5-6 A ONE A WE FELLOW METTERS DEM A RUN DI TING...SOME BAD SONG N TING
Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 1:30 PM
Someone sent in an email with the following pics , followed by the following questions:-
-HOW STACIOUS SO LUMPY? SHE FAVA PILLSBURY DOUGHBOY
-A HERPES DAT PON SAMPLE LIP?
-HARRY LEF MAD MICHELLE? OR DOLLY A ROPE HER EEN FI ENDORSE THE COKEHEAD LOOK?
*I Met, beg to differ on Mumzel's behalf... is which look u a try ketch wid dat slippaz whey nuffy wear wid pants mumzel?
Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 9:50 AM
I opened the door and said "Please come in". Decorum is always needed in certain situations, plus the fact that I was in an office environment and couldn't rass him up properly anyway. Ah seeing him brought back memories. Harry, Harry who had a Dick that could tame the most experienced and wild of women, Harry who lavished me with gifts, attention, luxury. Harry who had broad arms and thick chest and a tall, muscular frame. He may not be Mr. Handsome, hell he was far from it, especially with a nose like his (did i not mention his nose could shelter his face the way it big?). But I was really attached to him, hell, all it took was two weeks to fall deep for him. I know I was crazy, but it wasn't cocky crazy, I really liked him. And I'm sure he was here to either give me some form of apology, or at least to explain why he was suck an asshole.
He looked me up and down appreciatively, smiled and asked how I was doing. I answered fine. Then I sat down and asked him to explain. "Explain what?" he responded, I just shut my mouth tight, prayed to god I wouldn't tell him bout him claat or take the staple machine and rass him head back, and just folded my arms, leaned back against my chair. and just looked at him. Then the long explanations began. He was sorry, he knew he treated me badly, but he was sooo busy and there were times he wanted to call but didn't know what to say. His Babymother was still here and there were know arguments every day because he wanted to know if they should end it or continue, he was for ending, she wanted to continue, blah blah blah. I just watched him explain his life away. When he was finished I just looked at him and said "Why?" "Why what?" he asked, "Why do this to me? Was I just good pussy to you? Or you were just being a big asshole? It's been almost three weeks, and you just up and walk back in my life and expect everything to be ok? I should just welcome you back with open arms? What do you really expect me to do?" I calmly asked him, even though I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier by the minute. It took all my reserve not to really tell him what I felt.
His face turned serious, as though he were thinking seriously on what I just said. He paused for about a minute, then replied by saying that he didn't know. He didn't know what to expect, he knew he was wrong, he was sorry, but he didn't know how to approach me, he was fearful that I would have acted worse than how I was acting now, and that he really didn't mean to hurt me. He missed me, he said, and wanted a second chance. He wanted to make it up to me, he needed me in his life, because he really checked for me, and if I would allow him to come to my house later and we talk. Ever part of me was shouting no. Deep down inside of me something whispered 'Don't take him back, tell him to go. Move one'. I didn't know if I could trust him not to hurt me again, not to use me again. I just wasn't sure anymore, and now I was actually afraid. I could'nt look in his eyes anymore. I turned my head towards the forgotten paperwork I was doing and heard myself mumur, "Yeaaaa, we can talk later." Stupid! I mentally slapeed myself. Why did I do that? Why do I keep falling for some ididot's poor sob story? He smiled at me, hugged me, kissed me on the head (and I actually let him...reallllll eediat! I thought) and told me he had to go meet some men to pay some money to, and that he would see me later. As he left I thought to myself, second chance. I believe in second chances, everybody deserves a second chance, if it was me I would have wanted a second chance. Besides, what could it hurt to hear what he had to say? I had trouble for the rest of the day concentrating on work. I did'nt even call Belle or Saph to ask for their advice or inform them of my stupid intentions. If I was walking in a trap, I didn't want them to know, or to scold me on it for the rest of my life. I would do this alone.
Later on, about 8p.m. he came by, we talked, he apologised some more, gave me a rundown of what he did for the almost three weeks that I didn't see him. Told me he thought about me every day, but that he was so caught up with his business and daughter and other business ventures he was doing and work that he didn't have time to see me until now. And yes he should have called but he was afraid I would hang up the phone or not even answer him (And he was right, I would have hung up on him if he had called), and more stories etc etc. He asked me how I was, asked me for a rundown of what went on with me, and so forth and so on. The silly rabbit that I was felt myself slowly falling back into that stupor that I had with him. I clung onto every word he said, desperately hoping that he meant them, while inside I prayed he wasn't lying to me and that I wasn't setting myself up for a fall. We made plans to go out the next night, he said he just wanted to take me somewhere to just relax and enjoy ourselves. I looked forward to it anxiously.
The next night we went out to Jolly's, ate some fish, talked, had a good time. He kept on reassuring me that he would never hurt me. And that he was afraid he would get hurt himself. Told me about the fights, arguments, and eventual living of separate lives with his Babymother. She took care of their kids, he went about his business. He hardly saw her, only in the morning when he woke and was leaving, he normally went home late at night when she and their daughter was asleep. And they still hadn't talked yet. He did not know when she was leaving, because everytime he wanted to talk, she would accuse him of selling out, and only wanted to get rid of her to live his luxurious life. By the end of the dinner I was horny, and he was tired. Seeing that it was late in the night and there was no way we could go to his house, where his daughter and know his babymother was staying, and I was not gonna carry him at my house (for personal reasons, I only carry men I am actually in serious relationships with at my house. And by serious I mean any relationship over a year), we decided to go to that popular hotel on backroad which was quite pricy, at least pricier than the others. The sex was great, hot, nothing never changed. He still didn't go down on me, and I definitely didn't go down on him. I stuck by my rule, I only give head to get. He wasn't giving, so I wasn't giving.
When he dropped me home later tha night he promised to call me tomorrow, which he did. We kept up communications for a few days, and I did my usual routine of work, meeting up with the girls and so on. Then about six days after we went out, I called him but couldn't get him. Not thinking anything of it only that he was busy, and I would call him back later, I went about my business.
The next day I called him, still couldn't get him. I left a message on his voice mail and left it at that. Later on in the day I called him, still couldn't get him. I sent a text message, then waited for him to call me.
Day three, four, five, seven, still no call from him. Not even a text message, nothing. I silently began to just lose interest in work, my friends, everything. By the time two weeks passed and still I had not heard anything, Belle, who had not heard from me in a while, stopped by my house and alarmingly realised that I was sitting in a chair, staring at the wall. She was concerned. I had lost weight, had not called, and looked pale. The truth was I was depressed. I didn't cry over him this time. I didn't need to. Deep down inside that little voice that had been warning me not to take him back had told me that this would happen again, but I didn't listen. And all I could do now was go through the emotions of working, going home, sleeping, doing household activites, and try not to accept the fact that I was depressed. For now I had sunk deep into regret and the depths of despair. I told Belle everything, all about Harry and how I had taken him back and everything I had been through with him. And for once, my pessimistic, feminist, man-hating, sympathetic friend said nothing except took my hand, called Saph asking her to come over, and hug me. It was all I needed. Someone who understood and knew what I was going through. Someone who had been used and hurt by men. Someone who would be there for me no matter what......
*Article written by TT*
Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 9:15 AM
The nights are long in Belize for a 70-year-old Jamaican man who dreams of nothing other than being reunited with his family in St Catherine, Jamaica, after being in that country for 15 years.
Information reaching THE STAR is that the local man, Hubert Minott, went to Belize to take up on a job offer and has been there since. Attempts to call his cellphone were unsuccessful as several calls went directly to his voicemail. However, a close friend of Minott, Elizabeth Jones, who contacted this newspaper from Belize said that from her understanding, the job offer Minott originally came there for fell through and left him in a tight financial spot. One that would see him not having enough money to come back home to Jamaica right away, hence he stayed and tried finding odd jobs, one of which included selling coconuts.
"I knew him for a long time but it wasn't until recently that I found out about his story," Jones said. "I saw him at the hospital looking very down, so I went over to talk to him and that is when he told me about his family and everything and how they used to live in Spanish Town."
Jones said that her daughter even set up a personal page on the social-networking website Hi5.com on behalf of Minott to assist him in finding his family. There have been no breakthroughs so far. The page also has photos of Minott and his family on it.
The 'About Me' section of the page reads: "I'm in Belize for the past 14 years, I've lost contact with my family in Spanish Town, Jamaica, and I'm trying to find them. I love them and I just want them to know that I'm still alive and I can't reach them. I think about them every day and its hard living without them."
It continued: " If anyone sees this, please, if you know where they are please, please contact me. Their names are Hubert Everal Minott, Javar Recardo Minott, Shanike Minott, Sharon Belafonte-Minott. We used to live at 4 Wellington Drive, Hopedale, Spanish Town."
Jones said that anyone having any information about Minott's family should contact 1-501-629-7067 or 1-501-629-3167.
*Article taken from the Jamaica Star*
Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 9:00 AM