Chinese Arrival

I just want to extend my appreciation toward all the Chinese
members of our society. I also want to thank the government of Trinidad and Tobago for seeing the necessity of a holiday for our Chinese members

I was just having a conversation with my Chinese friend, Candice this
afternoon on MSN. I was expressing my appreciation; I went something like this;

Tuesday,
October 10, 2006

• Hi Candice


• Hey


• I just wanted to let you know,....
  
  Thanks a lot,… 
thank you for coming


• yeah
  anderson.... I really had more important things to do that night.... you know
  about priorities


• No
  No. 
I meant thank you for arriving
  
  I mean like ...
Happy Chinese Arrival day


• I thought you were being sarcastic


• sorry
  
  LOL


• 
no really
  
  It's not today,
  it's 12th


• well i'm letting you know in advance 
cause you mean so much to me
  
  If it weren't for you all the average trini would be bad at math


• LOL


• That is right
  
  Thank you all for coming and making our culture a truly eclectic and cosmopolitan one
  
  And for coming and mixing, so that we can produce even more good looking children
  
  to help win even more beauty contests internationally


• no problem anderson...


• Thank you core coming and strengthening the economy by coming and opening up corner shops and parlors...
and restaurants and Chinese Laundry


• lol


• not to mention that little place in the mall where they sell the preservatives


• LOLOLOL


• Just
  wanna say thanks. I dont know what we would do if men couldn't get a good ginseng root to buy before a long weekend.
  
  Thank you for PLAY WHE, LOTTO, and PICK 2
they are excellent sources of entertainment for most Trinidadians


• but de government taking it away man
  
  EQUAL RIGHTS !!!


• Yeah girl 
I hear so
  
  Fuh dat I going to play 36 this evening...
  
  But most of all Candice,....


• what's that andy?


• Most of all Thank you for club ZEN
we have had many a grand time in the club to end all clubs 
may there be many more parties, drinks, model shows, concerts and
  dutty wine competitions to come.


• LOL


• Happy Chiney day Girl. I coming to see you row the boat back home on Thursday


• OK Andy, Thanks


• ...
  
  ...
  
  This was kinda sick
 you mind if I use this conversation on my blog????


• LOL
  
  no


• 
  its cool, I need to get back to do some work for this evening..
  
  KOOL


• i'll
  talk to you later, ok andy


• Mee tooo, L8trz

END

Wow!! It’s been quite a while.

Yesss! It still works! I thought they would have shut me
down by now due to dormancy. Well,… I guess blogger.com ok with a little
slackness then.

Any way. I’m going to try and make a superior effort to keep
posting some words online. “Time Management” (note the inverted commas) is
something I really need to work on. I don’t want to wait till the end of the
year AGAIN to make that the resolution AGAIN. I’m gonna start from now.

You know one of my teachers used to look at vagrants on the
streets and say, “Damn! I wish I could pay them for their time!” I feel exactly
like her now. :| As a matter of fact, I believe that has to be “The
Life.” Right now, I’m pressed for time, all the time, because I want to be able
to do nothing with my time. WHY WORK SO HARD! When you can simply become a
vagrant and do nothing NOW.

I guess this is my life, born struggling and still
struggling, but with a little bit of “Time Management” hopefully things will
get better… ? … ? :|

My Feet Hurt

It’s 4:30 am and I am still recovering, so I’ll make it short.

Not only am I recovering from the previously mentioned calamities of my last blog entry, but now my legs have been hurting an entire week from a very spontaneous, long distance hike to Paria over the Easter holiday. Yeah! To Paria! From where I live that is; up the highway, through Santa Cruz, over the northern range, pass Maracus Beach, pass Las Cuevas Beach, (It this point I’m realising the road is slowly disappearing under my car), through Blanchisseuse, (where did the white line go?) more La Filette, (I’m now driving on gravel) some more mountains, (We’re out of the car by now eh) trees, streams, etc.

The journey started at 4:00 am and all together I’d say we hiked about 12 miles over mountainous terrain. “The gym doh want nuttin with that!” That’s the treadmill, the stepper and elliptical glider in one, the only difference is you can’t press the STOP button cause THERE IS NONE!

If that wasn’t bad enough, we had some friends of Shabeer to meet there to do some spear fishing. There was a rastaman at the camp that told us we had to cross a river and go over another mountain to meet them, so he wouldn’t advise going with shoes. We did have to hike back, and I was not going to do that with wet shoes. He then also described the rocks on the hill as “not so bad man!” Hmmm? A bear foot hike? Now I’m looking at the rastaman’s feet and I couldn’t tell if he was wearing shoes or not. The man had feet like the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings. One pair of “hard bangra feet.” Why did we listen to him? To make matters worse the river was only waist high. We could have held the shoes in our hands! This rastaman made me quite bitter.

The strange thing about this trip wan that nothing hurt till the next morning when I tried to get up and my legs gave way below me. “That’s it; I’m not driving to work with that manual transmission and high end clutch!” One of the disadvantages of having such a fast, nimble, beastly, sport model vehicle. She did handle herself well over those mountains, so she deserved a rest for a day. I had to be driven to work then next morning.

It was worth it! The best scenery I have seen in a while that didn’t include women. It was a good chance to bond with Candice and Shabeer, two very close friends and my cousin Marcus, who I thought would have chickened out of rough and tumble experience that I’m sure he would not have gotten back home in Queens, NY.

Damn! Its 4:56 am. I have to catch a boat for another adventure. Taking my girl Candice to Plymoth, for the Jazz Festival. I’m not going to be late with the cost of those tickets so… Peace Out

Recovering

It's not that things haven’t been happening, its just that I’m still spending time recovering. Loads of shit happened last week, I’m just in a proper mental state to summarize and document them yet. Here are the highlights; I will go in-depth later this week or when my head stops throbbing.

1. Jesus Christ Superstar Rocks!!!
2. Call of Duty 2 is one of the best multiplayer games ever. I’m still recovering from a SWEAT last weekend in Couva. (That’s a LAN party for all you non-geeks out there.) It was the best!!!
3. Pabloz is an abyss filled with death, gloom, serious injury, hangovers, disillusionment, jetlag, internal bleeding, unemployment, divorce, amnesia, destitution, prostitution, abuse, nocturnal adaptations, James, vampirism, rum goggles, ‘MAFosity’ and fun… and there is pool and darts there too.
4. I like Kes, but I don’t like Kes’ album. I’ll explain later.
5. The Gym actually works. (who would have known) I guess I won’t quit after all.
6. Relation ships are had are hard to sail. (I wont go sappy)
7. After all of the above, I’m broke. L

Meet The F*#kers

This was an unbelievably hard week. I’m sorry, but it’s hard enough for me to write as it is. The stress helped to diminish my efforts. So this is my first entry for the week.

Anyway, I suppose I feel a little closer to my co-workers, a little hard work usually helps to make a team stronger, and the individuals more tired. I’ll probably be referring to them a lot in my blog so I think a formal introduction to my co-workers is in order. I’ll try not to be very opinionated since they probably might be reading this. :)

Let’s start with “Q” a big guy in the business. So big, this man can’t get fired. The best, (and only) copywriter in the company. This writer is large, dread locked, and lyrically fit. The brother has his own design boutique, his own entertainment magazine (411), and does music production on the side. When I grow up I wanna be just like “Q”. Check out his blog here

Karen, although could mostly be found liming in the studio, is one of the bosses. Often clad in all black, and drinking a Guinness, Karen is a creative “Pabloz” limer and usually brings some laughter to the studio. Check out her blog.

XEN of “D COUNCIL”

I will never forget the day I first heard the story about “D council” but that’s a story for another entry. He is a kool fellah. He got the name Xen from ALWAYS being in the club ZEN. I told him since he start working Publicis, he might as well change is name to PUBLICIS, because that is where he will be right through the night, working. Hailing from the west this is a young guy with real far to go.

Tish

This petite lady can leave you with quite an impression. Often found in the studio cracking the whip on unsuspecting artists, Tish is very lively and youthful, and her presence is always welcome in the studio (I suppose)

James is the notorious dark guy in the corner. A former pres man, successful business man and has a way with the women… I mean girls. Hailing from Pabloz, this drunkard can be found in the studio with a Guinness in one hand and his cell phone in the other trying to duck one of his many stalker girlfriends. As front man for local group Incert Coin, I guess you can say this brother is a success. Check out James’ blog

Then there is “B”. A Junior A.E. with an attitude as big as her ass. I love to heckle this girl and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. B is vanity personified. I often wonder if her obsession with herself is serious or merely a joke. Self proclaimed bitch, I suppose I can say something good about her and like she is hard working and efficient… hmm… well so much for that. She is seriously a twinge to work with, especially for James. The poor boy always ends up crying or screaming in pain with almost every encounter.

Scotty is the tallest most “lingue” white boy you will ever see rock out on guitar. Head of the studio and head of local group Incert Coin, Scott is a very cool, dependable person. So down to earth, one may never guess Scott is actually the boss’s son. Good future for this guy

Brent/Wonderboy to the rescue. “Jus follow the strange laugh, you will find him” Another former pres man that you may see dangling with his keys into the studio when he actually has free time. This guy has the best job in the world. This freaky white boy gets to scout models. Lucky bastard with his “pegs” cards.

Cherise… well I don’t know what to make of her yet but I try to watch my ass while I’m walking in front of her, she is a hitter.

I suppose that’s it. People come and go so I’ll keep this blog updated

Willie Bounce!!!

Do the bounce, Willie Bounce everybody fi a do di Willie Bounce
Do the bounce, Willie Bounce everybody fi a do Bogle bounce

Wow! The Willie Bounce is real friggin fun. I went to see Sherwin Winchester in Zen on Friday. It was the best. Actually Sherwin was a very small part of the experience; however of all the times I have seen him over the carnival season. He was actually way better in Zen.

Here is the story. A big crew; Crystal, Crystal, Megan, Leizelle, Candice, Candice, Mai Kim, Mark, and some other people who I still don’t know, but partied with any way, went to the club Friday. Now Mark was steady complaining about how he hates Sherwin, which was cool. No one really “loved” him anyway.

Now his performance was good. The “ZEN” experience really made a difference. I swear, I think that they are probably injecting pure O2 directly onto the dance floor during the party. EVERYONE was “sprang”!!! I mean, everyone, yes EVERYONE, was dancing, even Mark. Now people had drinks, but not enough to get intoxicated. I DON’T DRINK, and even I felt drunk. It’s weird. Something has to be wrong with that club. Some people just can’t feel right having that much fun with out direct usage of some substance or the other.

Anyway, after Sherwin, it was like the party had just started. Now, I’m not quite fond of dancehall reggae, well at least up till that night that is what I thought. I Willie Bounced the night away to about ten songs about the Willie Bounce, or one dance or the other. Now every where I go, I want to Willie Bounce. That Damn dance has me all confused.

I do the Chaplin, the Shelly-belly, the helicopter, The Mauvais Langue, and everyone else was doing it to. Unbelievable!!! Now my life will never be the same because of the Willie Bounce. See you in Zen next time peeps. I’ll be there for shizzle.

I LOVE this album!!!!

I LOVE this album. This is by far the best album for the Carnival, and is good to listen to throughout the whole year. Maximus is truly a genius. Love Generation gets 5 stars on my iTunes.

I’m really happy I invested my money in this album. It was very smartly done. First of all it’s a double album. He put all his alternative music tracks on the first CD and all the actual Soca & Raga Soca on the other CD. I personally like disk one more. This could be because I have been over saturated with all the soca tracks before Ash Wednesday. It could also be because I’m a real alternative kinda guy. I like stuff that is different you know.

Maximus has very impressive, positive lyrics. He was featured in the catholic news and sh*t but yet he manages to keep the gayness factor down to a minimum. I think it’s good to have the positive word of God in all our parties, without having people hugging and telling their brethren they love them.

My favorite song is Jah Jah Team. The song is about the similarities between; following the Lord’s way and FOOTBALL. Yep, football. This man loves football! As a matter of fact, I think that half of the songs have some reference to football in some way.
Anyway, the lyrics go:

Only the best can represent
Otherwise get back on the bench
Are you ready for the Tournament?
Hardcore demons we up against
No time to be over confident
Even the wicked have real talent
Trust in the Captain experience
Follow the tactics and rudiments
Sign on the line of His excellence
Don’t get tricked by the opponent
When them bring offence
We will bring defense

I think this is a real creative theme with very strong lyrics. His concepts on spreading love and righteousness are easy to swallow. He’s not like Enrique Iglesias, or Luther Vandross or Michael Bolton singing about love or any thing, Where else you will find a man singing so powerfully about love with a good bit of bass in his voice, and can appeal to the average macho man. It’s something big men can enjoy and be positive about. Not vulnerable and sometimes effeminate.

Well that’s my serious entry for the week. Go get that album. Like I said, 5 stars imy iTunes.

The Gym and why it SUCKS!!

I started in the Club Savannah gym about three weeks ago, and I hate it. I suppose I didn’t quit yet because, I already paid my money, I haven’t lost my “Advertising belly” yet and I NEED to regain my cardio vascular strength. As much as I hate it, for the sake of “heath” I have to keep going.

Now I used to watch people in the gym on T.V. and in reality and tell myself, “WOW! That looks like fun.” You know I have this image of that 50 Cent video in my head. You know like “In da club”. I used to see these strong, healthy, fit, good looking people, frolicking around in the gym, only to realise for myself, that IT SUCKS ASS!!!

Now you may go to the gym and you are one of those strong, healthy, fit, good-looking people, frolicking around and that’s OK. Good for you. Now here is why I think it sucks, because this is my blog and not yours

First of all, IT’S BORING!!! I understand three weeks ago that twenty minutes on a treadmill is a HELLOFALONGTIME. OK. I go on the treadmill and I set it to about 6.5 kmph and to run a goal of 20 minutes. I start running for about a minute. Now I’m saying to myself, “well this is pretty good, it’s not bad.” So I am relaxed. I start thinking about what I’m going to do today while I look out the windows at the beautiful trees of he Savannah. I listen to the steady pulse of the techno music playing in the background, and maybe try to run in time with it or nod my head in sync with the beat. I look out the window again at the sky and I see the sun rising over the trees. It is so beautiful. I see the birds flying in the sky, and observe the other people out on the savannah doing laps. Then I try so snap out of this little daze thinking that alt least five minutes went by only to realise that I have only been running for a LOUSY 20 SECOND!! Like I said, “it is extremely boring!” you might as well pass the twenty minutes by counting up to 1200.

These strong, healthy, fit, good-looking people, frolicking around the gym, where are they? One would think, (this is of coarse using the 50 cent video as a direct reference) that the gym would be an excellent place to meet strong, healthy, fit, good-looking people. But that’s a lie. You are actually going to see mostly overweight, unhealthy slobs just like yourself. All the hot, sexy people don’t need to be in the gym. They would probably like to spend the first couple of hours of the day either getting laid or getting breakfast.

The gym is also a real shot on the ego. Here is why. There are two sets of weights; a set for men, and a set for girls. I say this because the weights look suited for the gender they pertain to. The men’s sets look like “man weights.” They are all black and rugged and ranges in weights from 30 go upward. The “girl weights” are all smooth and sleek with some kind of latex covering and also come in a variety of colors, like pink and light blue and green. They just look GAY. Now I was instructed to go and get the manly 30 kg weights to do lateral presses. Now, after the first set I realised that the weights were too heavy. I was then instructed to get the 25 kg weights. Now here is where my ego was hurt. There are no MANLY 25 kg weights. I had to use the girly weights. The thing about it is that they were still heavy, why do they have to be so gay looking. Mean while this big BUFF brother cuts in front of me and picks up the 50 kg weights, and does the same exercise with extreme ease. I better get strong quick or I will kill myself.

Lastly, you may see a naked guy or two. This may not be a homosexual thing, but it is definitely against the man code. Without prier warning sometimes you just can’t help seeing the naked guy in the locker room. And it’s usually some old white guy. It’s real scary. Why don’t you just stay in the frigging shower and put your juckey shorts on man. I mean common. That is not the way to kick of the morning, While 50 cent gets to see a nice, sexy, nude female in his bathroom, I get totally grossed out by this naked, old white guy in the locker room.

I don’t laugh at fat people any more cause now I am among them. I prey to God I don’t become one of them, and that is why I think I will stay in the gym.

Never put off for tomorrow...

OK, well I don't have time for most things, what the hell am I doing here? Well I just realised that I talk a lot. It’s mostly a lot of SH*T, but it’s good sh*t. A blog is a good way of documenting shit… ops!! I mean “sh*t”. Why should only everyone else get to whine? I have a lot of sh*t to say, that I don't always get to say. Ha HA! It's my turn to talk and there is nothing you can do about it. Mwah Hah Hah!!

So I finally set up the blog. Now hear this; I am not a writer, however I am an artist. I really don't see this primarily as a creative forum, but as a way to say sh*t that I think I need to say. It's kind of weird because I lack something my friends and co-workers like to call “tact”. Yeah! I do say a lot of shit, OUT LOUD! And with bad timing. Well, this is in case people didn’t hear me the first time. Brace yourself. I may hurt your ears… I mean eyes?...

OK here are the rules:

Pay no attention to spelling and grammatical errors. These “mistakes” were intentionally done or should appear this way to cover the fact that I really actually can't spell or properly correct my own grammar.

If your name "happens" to appear in my blog, and it so "happens" that bad things are said about you, the name was probably used to refer to someone fictional. This is not a representation of the said person in any way, unless I openly don't like you and you are not strong enough to cause me any physical harm.

Like I said, “I’m not a writer”, so don’t go looking forward to any of that creative poetry sh*t. I think that indulging in that kind of bullahmanizm, is a waste of time and web space.

If you are offended by particular quotes, references, facts or opinions represented in this blog, you are kindly asked to place your movable speech organ onto my musculus sphincter ani externus and both parts must engage in mutual touching or caressing with each other.

There will be instances of extreme bluntness and "lack of tact". If you simply do not have the stomach to withstand such implications, please refrain from reading this blog.

Well look at that. I tired type already. I also need to mention, because of my racy lifestyle, I have a short attention span sometimes and I may tend to di.........