Religious Overtones [WARNING: Contraversy Ahead]

I am a bit tired of facing overtones of Christianity everytime I open my Facebook inbox. I am not a Christian. I am not part of a any religion. I have been 'born again' before, but reading the Bible makes everything a bit fishy for me. It would be all well and good, accept Christ and you'll never die. But the religion itself is so askew. Why is it that Christians, the Children of Peace are so full of hate and intolerance? Why do so many of them feel they are any better than other sinners despite the fact that they are taught to be humble? The Pope keeps an upside-down cross on his "throne".The leader of a country that calls itself the most powerful announced what people have acknowledged as The Mark. And yet, he is known to be Christian. (The date was 6/6/06, btw)

To the Christians:
Did you know?

-Both Lucifer and Jesus were referred to as the morning star. [Isaiah 14:12, Revelations 22:16]
-Jesus claimed he did not come to bring peace, but a sword. [Matthew 10:34-36]
-The Bible shows two creations in Genesis. The first by God on the sixth day (man and female together, equals) [Genesis 1:26] The second on the Sabbath by the "LORD" (man first then Eve from Adam.)[Genesis 2]
-Cain asked the LORD to mark him lest he be found and killed after being exiled from his family (is Adam and Eve were the first humans, who was he afraid of?) [Genesis 4:15]
-Cain's wife was a descendant of God's people. Not Eve and not his sister. (He was far from them at this point in time)
- In the Bible, the words LORD and Satan are at times inter-changable. [2 Sam 24:1, 1 Chron 21:1]
-God and the LORD gave Noah separate instructions in packing the ark. [Genesis 6:19-22, Genesis 7: 1-7]
-The Trinity of Father, Son and Holy Spirit is not written literally anywhere in the Bible. It is a man-made concept meant to keep followers in the dark.
-In the oldest English copies of the Bible, God and the LORD are written as two separate entities and in the New Testament, heaven is never capitalised.
-We all know the Mark of the Beast appears on foreheads and right hands. [Rev 13:16] In the prophecy of Revelations, Jesus and the 144,000 behind him carry The Mark of His Father on their heads. [14:1] (This is stated almost sub-sequentially, following the description of the Mark)

Rumors:
-The 13 bloodlines of the Illuminati came from Jesus. They are the 144,000 that will be with him on the last day.


Think about that for a while and then tell me to save myself in Christ. Please respect the fact that I do not believe in following a religion. I honestly don't think God cares what culture we were raised in. If God is truly as fair and just as they all say.
FIGHT THE NWO!

A few opinions I have:

I promised myself when I started this blog that I would try to break the stereotypes people held over Jamaicans. Well, truth be told, I'm not the average Jamaican. There's no such thing. You have the uptown people, the ghetto youths, the country people and those who are so uptown that they rarely are referred to so often that they'd actually have a broad label. (21 families might suffice.) All I can do is be me, and hope that no one assumes that I'm a genius because Jamaicans could never think the way I do. (If you have another reason for thinking that, though, it's all good.)

So here's what I think about a few random things.

Politics: I don't think about politics. I'm an anarchist at heart, being the kind of person I am. Everyone has a right to make their own choices without the fear of being punished by another human being. So, I don't really think about politics. But, I do think about things that can affect politics.

Religion: Huh, I don't really believe in this either. I believe in being spiritual and peaceful. Mohammed, Buddha, Jesus, Ghandi, Abraham, they all had the same message to spread. It was about respect, love, tolerance and patience. Peace. So why is it that in so many religions (and sectors of religion) in so many countries across the Earth, people are being taught that another religion is "evil" or "wrong"? They all have the same thing to say, they just speak a different language. My God is no different than the Judao-Christian God, or Allah, or Brahman or any other religion's god(s), people only call them by a different name and choose to seperate them according to their duty in life.

Sex: Yes, please! I'm joking. Truth be told, I'm a bit old-fashioned when it comes to sex. In most cases, I would probably say "Do it with the one you love." But in this day and age, those who save it are few and far between. So here's my policy: If anything were to go wrong and I were to get pregnant, I want a father in my child's life. I'm not going abort that small but real life inside me. So I will not have sex with someone that I cannot trust to support my child emotionally, if nothing else. And god forbid, he gives me a disease. I want him to be someone I can take to the doctor and get tested with before going unsafe (if we chose to be one-on-one). In short, if not the one you love, do it with the one you trust.

Conspiracy Theories: Are probably usually right. I'm not even joking. Is it so inconceivable that those in charge would hide important and disturbing information from the public? Must of us have parents who do it. They don't want to let us know the extent to which things have gone wrong because it will frighten us. Imagine that panic times, I dunno, 10 billion? Yea I'd keep shit secret too.

2012 is The End: I think there are a lot of reasons why it could be. Between Biblical and Mayan prophecies and science itself, factor in conspiracies that include jumprooms and crop circles, why the hell not? Because I'm too stubborn to believe that it could happen in my lifetime? Uh-uh. I'm not atheist. My mind (soul, spirit, etc.) will move on after I pass. So I'm not afraid of the end, because I know it won't really be.

A paraphrase from 'Contact':
If one city in one country on one planet in one solar system in every galaxy had a small population, that would still be millions of people. If they didn't, well that would be an awful waste of space.

Finally something to say...

So I've been coming online for days now trying to come up with something to blog about (as it turned out, my life is way more boring than I thought. And that's saying something). I've finally found my subject. Ever notice how people never really seem to offer up want you want until the moment you don't want it so much anymore? That just happened to me this week. I have a job now. It's not really work though. I get paid $3000 (roughly US$43) a week to help these two girls with their homework every day.
Now, everyone who knows me knows that I love kids and that I'm great at babysitting, but keeping them focussed enough to sit down and do homework for an hour or two? I have found the drawback here. But between rehersal's for this year's big musical, practicing my sight-singing and feeding my Facebook pet I really have nothing to do with my time... so I figured, what the hell? It's worth the cash, I got the time and I get to hang out with two adorable younger girls.

And in other news! There's a Halloween party coming up next month- any friends who are reading know I'm talking about Silent Scream- and I am so loving the idea of arriving as none other than Dr. Martha Jones of the Doctor Who and U.N.I.T. fame. (She's my fave companion...next to Tegan) For those of you who don't watch her and don't know the full extent of her costuminess:
Gotta love 'er. Some people are saying that her costume doesn't look like a costume at all. Well, duh, it's not supposed to. But alongside the Doctor, [click it] someone's bound to get it. If not, there's always the all black thing she had going in "Last of the Time Lords" and again in "Journey's End". [linkety-link-link]
The upside to the black deal is the fact that when someone decides to pose the question "What have you come as?", instead of responding "Martha Jones, and he's the Doctor.", I can say "I'm Dr. Martha Jones of UNIT, who the hell are you?". Makes the cosplay just a bit more kickass, no? Black jackets are a hell of a lot easier to find than maroon or red leather too. Gawd, if feels awesome knowing that I'd be able to afford one. Oh, and the backup backup? Lauren Cooper.

And now I'll leave you with:

"Amest I bovver-ed?"

Two Parts: Jamaica Land We Love

RANTING

I take YouTube seriously. But I don't have a proper camera right now. And all the ideas that my friends and I had about all sorts of cool videos that show Jamaica in a better light have been put on hold. For once, I'm not even thinking of shallow YouTube fame. There are millions of vloggers and comedians on YT that never get noticed. So it's not about that. I'm just so very tired of seeing the negative light that is shining over Jamaica all over the media. YouTube is filled with idiotic high school boys who, though they may be bright, tend to act like well...boys. They post retarded videos of them pretending to fight one another, "hitting" each other with chairs, cussing and throwing things. All the while, they wear their uniforms. It LOOKS BAD.

Let me say something to all those who watch these videos and having never been to, lived in, or been educated in Jamaica, don't know the intellectual capacity of the average Jamaican: It's rather simple. Most Jamaicans are bright. And capable of so much more than childish behaviour and play fighting. You see those boys who are throwing chairs at each other? Most of them are probably going to get extremely high marks on an examination that most Americans couldn't pass without college-level preparation before they turn 18. Most of them have the ability to gain an edge over you in the working world because American employers know that Jamaican schools push their students. We don't excel because we have a backbone and spoon-feeder in our teachers. We excel because the majority of them don't do shit. And we have to rely on ourselves to get into Ivy League colleges. You call these people ignorant, poor and ugly. Potheads, rastas, ghetto yutes, etc. It doesn't matter. We push even harder.

And to all Jamaicans who have lost your self-respect and somehow feel that this is the necessary way to get attention: STOP IT! Bugger off. STFU! Because you make us look bad. Jamaica itself gives so much way for comedy and art and eediat pickney wah step up and call demself star cau' dem tro a bokkle affa anedda yute. Dat mek sense? Stooooop. Gawd.

JAMteenz [that's the name my peeps and I came up with] was formed to help give Jamaican teens a chance to express themselves without being completely foolish. It's about comedy, art, dance and politics. And its coming whenever we get a camera....
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CUZ MI a JAMAICAN!!

[Based off of the "Cause I am..." series on YouTube.]
Any recreation or publication of this blog must be requested by the publisher to the creator,Nikii G(c), or I swear I will hunt you down. Blogspot has a date stamp. It should also be noted that this was written for the sake of satire. I have nothing against Jamaicans, black people, rastafarians, white people, teenage mothers or Bob Marley's libido. Thank You.

So there've been a lot of stereotypes about Jamaicans running around and I just want to make sure you've got them all perfect.

I know all of Bob Marley's illegitimate children.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I live in a house made of zinc.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I got pregnant five times before I turned twelve.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I cannot speak proper English.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

"Ah tauk laik dis oll di taim, mon"
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I'm black.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I'm rastafarian.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I own a donkey
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I can beat an Olympic world record without even trying.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

I've never seen a white person before.
-Cuz mi a Jamaican.

Dissapointments, New Beginnings

Ok. Let me officially introduce myself, because this is my first (and hopefully not last) entry. My name is Nikii (Nicky). I'm all over the net and I'm 17. Yes, I've lied about my age online. Yes, I've made up names. No, you can't trust that I am who I say I am...or can you? Decide that for yourself.
I'm going to introduce myself RP style so I can avoid being questioned.

YOU CAN START SKIPPING NOW
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Name: Nikii G (I may tell you all my real name eventually)
Age: 17 (and counting)
DOB: March 17, 1991

Appearance:-
Skin: Light Brown
Height/Weight: 5'1"/114lbs
Hair: Dark brown/black
Eyes: Dark brown
Other: I have biggish eyes, thick eyebrows and full lips that get red when the weather is hot. I'm of many descents and therefore have a face that is often difficult to stereotype. It could be said to be Native American/African or Indian/African White/Indian, etc. The truth is I'm Jamaican, and therefore no race suits me. I'm mixed. That being said:

Ethnicity: Caucasian, African, East Indian, Native American, Pacific Islander, Asian


Nationality: I'm an American by birth, but I also have the birthright of being called a Jamaican citizen (thank you Mum and Dad). Jamericans to di werl!


Personality: I honest most of the time and have a distinct dislike towards hypocrites, republicans and people who lol or 1337 speak in an important discussion. I can actually be a pretty fun-loving person and I'm often said to be random. Most of my friends think I'm crazy which is okay, because they are too.

Psychological Disorder: clinical depression (possibly bi-polar)
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STOP SKIPPING

Now, with all that said and done, the fun really begins. This blog catches me at a funny point in my life. (I actually joined to stalk a David Tennant look-alike named Liam, but I can do that later) My great-grandmother died this Sunday. The day before I officially started college. It feels odd. I've never experienced the death of someone I really knew and loved before and well, it's taken by surprise. But I've been warned by the 'rents time and time again that life moves on time and time again. Not that I haven't tried to stop the clock. I just found it futile eventually because life had too much to it.

The question has been asked by my high school friends, "What is college like?" (for the record, most of them are in sixth form -Americans, that's like pre-college- and have no idea what to expect.) I don't really know how to answer that. See, I'm attending Edna Manley College for the Visual and Performing Arts- School of Music. (mouthful much?) I have been placed in a Preliminary Qualifying program and therefore, have pretty much 2 hours of school a day. So what's college like? It's like doing the stuff my mum used to teach me on the weekends in class and not having to deal with shitty math teachers along the way. There you go. I still have work to do. Mainly practicing keyboard skills and my primary instrument (voice), plus I have weekly homework in music theory (are you lot bored yet?). So college- I like it. End of story. Moving right along....

I didn't intend to go to college this year. I wanted this year off. I wanted to work at the local electronics and gaming store, spending my cash on clothes, games and stuff to help me make a life-size TARDIS (j/k). That didn't suit my mother very well. My mum (god bless her) is a bit paranoid and very very overprotective. It takes a lot of convincing to get her to change her mind. And now I have no pocket cash. Which, in all fairness, can actually be blamed on CashPlus and stinkin' tief Careless and Wutless. whatever whatever whatever.

This is simply an intro to my life and I think I've ranted enough for the time being. Until next time,

"Oh it's you! You're my favourite, you are! You know why? Cos you're so... thick! You're Mr Thick-Thick-Thickity-Thick Face from Thicktown, Thickania! And so's your dad!"- The Tenth Doctor