Moving

Hiya Peeps,

I have had some technical difficulties, hence in an effort to combat these issues I have jumped ship. Please continue to check me out. I have placed the link below.

http://cocogoeslocointhecity.wordpress.com/


Love Coco.xx

Loc Journey Month 8

Hiya Peeps,

I'm sorry I have been M.I.A I wanted to come to you when I had fresh exciting pictures. Even though I haven't been posting I have been keeping up with y'all and your individual hair journeys. Especially you NL

Feb 2013 At Reggae Beach, Ocho Rios

 



Chillin On Grans Veranda Feb 2013



  

Darker at Reggae Beach 2013

                                                  Henna dyed hair black

Coco Kisses, Don't forget to comment

Why are we Replacing Reality TV with Reality?

Hiya Peeps,

Modern society has so many antidotes that encourage us to battle through the reality of tough times. The music we listen to, the films and television we love most often depicts a triumph over adversity story that we either identify or empathise with. Personally, I'm sick of human suffering especially the kind that we inflict on ourselves. (Yes, the season of goodwill is truly finished in my house)

This story makes even the hardest heart melt 

Does this mean that I’m perfect and without flaws; you ask? Hell no but like many others I am opting to try my best most of the time. When this fails I have a tantrum and rant to friends or read something soothing and inspirational or meditate. Does any of this crap work you ask? Some- times and when it doesn’t I find sleep really does, I have found on many occasion when I just do not have the answers taking to my bed has stopped me from going over the edge.

I always struggle to do it, but this practice always makes me feel better

For this reason I try to limit the amount of white noise I allow into my space.  Every-time I turn on the box after eliminating the talent shows the only thing left  Is Dr. Phil counselling a family, or some other television host explaining to us how to live debt free or a healthier lifestyle with diet and exercise when the truth is we already know this sheeeeeeeeeeet! We all know if we eat more that we move our skinny jeans will hitch on our bum crack revealing a muffin top of fat that we tried to hide unsuccessfully with a longer top. We all know if we spend more that we earn we will end up in a debt and we know if we cheat, lie, have a drug or alcohol misuse problem that the people in our lives will be affected negatively by our behaviour.  This is not a critique of any individual battling with the aforementioned issues I just wish that these people were given the help quietly and with dignity instead of having to turn their lives into a three ring circus to be eligible for assistance. I have my own weight/ money/ relationship crap to dissect without dreaming of Christina from the middle of nowhere Texas who is 20 and is not sure of the identity of her father and is battling bulimia.

 Now the truth is Government has us believe that we can’t help everybody so if we have limited resources for assistance why are we not tackling societal problems with more sophistication than a talk/reality show?  The platform of television news and the media for years now has become no more that a comical and easy to digest run down of events that we are allowed to view. Why can I see adults having their colon cleansed on a television show that is not about health. That’s why I lurve blogs as they provide an alternative to the stale presentation of traditional storytelling and through this medium I can learn what life is like for the victims of the Tsunami years later or what an aid worker experienced when they went to Haiti. Why are we so addicted to recreating reality through TV? It’s distracting us from real life.

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What Does Your Jobs Say About You?

Hiya Peeps,

My friends and I are the type of people that have to sell our time in exchange for a wage. So we have often discussed what we would do if we won the lottery. As well as what we would be willing into do if we were really down on our luck. A topic that I believe is particularly poignant at this time of year.

 We understand as a society that when you have a talent or a skill that can be used to make a living in what is deemed a legitimate business you are less likely to end up working in an industry that society deems less desirable for example the sex industry, street pharmaceuticals or any thing ilegal.  Legitimacy is what makes us seemingly rational lots spend money that we do not have on an education and networking. We spend money on prep schools, followed up by fraudulently giving grannies address just so little Ruby/ Alfie can go to that particular school, college and then university In an effort to get our kids mixing with a certain kind of families and gaining the skills of legitimacy.

The wheels of class separation caused by material wealth ensure the distance between the have something’s and the have much less group is easily distinguished.We all tend to get super judgemental when analyzing a person’s means of employment.  But let’s face it not all of us can be doctors, lawyers and analysts some of us will be fast food, supermarket, and refuse collection workers. During my time at university I had a cleaning job and it saved my ass more than once. But I also know that some of the people in my social circle made me feel bad for taking the job and the people that I worked for treated me badly which made a nice little gig awful. It was if it meant brandishing a mop meant you had zero intelligence.  Many of the people that I saw daily at work failed to even acknowledge my presence and often did disgusting things with the expectation that I would deal with it and all for minimum wage.  So I really understand why some people are like hell no, give me a pole or maybe I will just juggle some weed till things improve. I think most of us have as must principles as our situation allows. The vast majority of us in a bind would do what we had to.

 

People at all levels of society commit crime but we seem to only scorn those at the lower end of the scale. For example housing benefit thieves will be punished to the full extent of the law. While civil servants who clearly abuse the expenses system and use public money inappropriately to clean their moat do not even loose their jobs.  Where is the justice?

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Mini Hair Update (Six Months Loc'd)

 Hiya Peeps,

Its late, I know but I have been dancing, and enjoying all that Jamaica has to offer. Thank-you Mr. Wray and Nephew. Whoop, whoop!


To all of you that show love to this page. Happy New Year.xxxx

Me on my Grans Veranda

Walking about my hood

Freshly Interlocked

Looosed

Love Coco

Seasons Greetings. I Think?

Hiya Peeps,

 With the holiday season fast approaching I have been able to relinquish my usual feeling of dread for this time of year in my  current locale. My dislike for Christmas has only recently been superseded by the exorbitant prices charged at dinner parties this season requires people to attend.  Work dinners, New- Year dinners, I just got a new dog dinners, am I the only one who is tired of the boring ass dinners?

Recently went to a friend birthday dinner of course I want to support a friend on their special day but the venue always seems to boast the latest in posh nosh. Which means I will be stumping up cash to eat chips; again as the menu rarely has anything that I can consume. (I’m a fussy eater) Now I work hard so when its time to get social I would much rather cut loose. It does not have to be a club (although I love to dance) we can go to a nice bar, or a restaurant that provides casual eats with a nice atmosphere or to any-thing involving live music, concerts are my absolute favourite pass time.



Drinks on Londons Southbank. Love it!

Why are these dinners becoming more and more expensive may I ask?  Do people think that in these hard times I want to part with fifty quid for one meal? Then they want you to drink and dance all night in the downstairs lounge area that doubles up as dance floor after eleven, which is tricky at £8 a drink when you have just spent your weekly food budget on chips.  Any-hoooooooooo, you join every-body at the fake posh dinner and you do it because you love you friend.  In the name of social etiquette you are then required to interact with individuals that you only ever see once a year at the same friend’s soiree. The prospect of which is worse than the food.  Most of these people are perfectly nice but you really wouldn’t choose to spend time with them because their simply not your bag. Even the thought of networking is not enough to make me more enthused.

 Whenever I’m with non friends at these sorts of events especially the work Christmas lunch people tend to get the peacock, shiny version of me.  You know what I mean; its like I’m pre- programmed to start giving the world the best of me routine. Depending on my audience will depend on how I interact but no matter how I try to be myself I can’t help feeling like a fraud.  As I would much rather be some-where holed up behaving badly with my real friends rather than discussing the renovation project/ new flat. The best mortgage providers and what nursery they have signed up young Florence or Egypt for at three months old. I find myself joining in this obnoxious verbal foreplay when all I really just want to do is scream I don’t know you well enough to care. As a result I do everything I can to avoid such social scenario’s but at time when it cannot be avoided I place myself with the one person that gets on my nerves the least. (Usually the cleaner)

My Loc Journey Month 5

Hiya Peeps,

There is absolutely nothing to report as far as my hair goes. This month has been one of those same ole, same ole experiences. I'm not sure if it's grown much this month. But I did head to the salon as per usual for my hair to be interlocked. I'm still loving this form of grooming and plan to continue with the once monthly salon visits.

Me mean mugging as usual

From watching You Tube and reading other blogs I realise that this is the blah phase before the magic happens.

Okay at least I tried to smile

Coco Kisses