http://www.maddecent.com/mp3/DE%20TROPIX%20vs%20MAVADO%20SO%20BLESSED%20REMIX.mp3
Amazing stuff!! hahahahahhah


And exams are done! Partay time!!

Teenagers: selfish and narcissistic beings?
If so, why just teenagers?
Yes, they're becoming independent. And the brain is doing some neuron thingy (recent nytimes article) and this means that their mind is opening up and grasping all sorts of new things, and identifying relationships, and such a great amount of "real" (applicable, and usually factoid) knowledge is being generated that it brings on a sense of power, and even invincibility. Yes, hormones are running, raging, rushing, and generally being and rumbunctious as ever.

But, why just teenagers? Why that specific demographic? Is this something one grows into and out of? The narcissism, the over-whelming self-belief, the invincibility? Is is just a mis-communication between one generation that is coming of age, and the others that are there already?

Okayyyy! Let's Ramble!

1. Mum has succesfully developed and honed her speicla abilty to WAKE up GRUMPY! Its definitely an amazing, devastating spectacle to observe
2. Lapel-less Jackets: Those frumpy, badly cut, jagged, flat, ugly lapel-less jackets that Trinidadian professional women seem to adore are positively the worst visual attack my eyes have ever been subject to! They're already ugly and badly-cut etc, but formless too?! WHY??
   
3. Inhaling four doubles in less that 3 minutes is not advisable.
4. The sun is beautiful; yet i am inside. Why do we take for granted what tourists pay good money for?
   
5. I need some fresh fruit.
   
6. Macobook has its uses; it all depends on the skills of the user.
7. BLOGS ARE THE BEST! Not mine, obviously, but The Pioneer Woman, Things I've found in Pockets, Wiping up Snot and White on Rice are beautiful.
   
8. Is it me? Should I go grumping around too? I tried to present my "individuality" concept to some fellas this week, but they said I was just being annoying.
9. Am I alone? Is loneliness a problem?
10. My daydreams have become much more vivid and seem to have one main point. I'm trying as hard as i can to ignore the message my sub-concious is sending me.

This Easter vacation has proved enjoyable: got some studying done; tied up various loose ends; relaxed; and read a little. Mission accomplished. I am content.

My mummy just had a tantrum! Clutching some freshly washed clothes, she just kicked my shoes along the corridor with the most petulant look on her face!

Watched the first two episodes of The Wire today, and I fully agree with the BRITISH public: it is up there with The West Wing! Which is very high. They even used the walk-and-talk style a little. :D Very good.

So i went to help a girlfriend of mine with her work.
Walking in the meditative fashion--regular plodding, aware, but letting the rythm urge some cerebral turning--I concluded that with all this help I'm giving, I need some help myself. Got near none of quality though. Tabancarish.

And the Head Prefect thing is getting under my skin.

Since when has something gotten under my skin?


Emotional breakdown on the horizon?

Alice Yard

Last Night was great! Moyenne was great, a little generic, but had a great feel-good vibe going on. Chatted with Marlon Griffith for a while, he's going off to Cape Town for the Biennial! Opening show!! Great stuff.





One little thing though: why is it I lime with people twice, three, four times my age?? Its not only because its easier, parental-permission wise; I enjoy it! I have a better time, than, say, trapesing around Movietowne, looking for this one, that one, getting a drop, money for drinks, etc. I'm not..."insecure" about it or anything, I just want to know why! Hmm. thats goign to be a tough one, but already I have a easier, less substantial, showy answer :P!!

This is the article about the Boisseire House.

ARGH!! I haven't been here for a while, but I have come to a very serious conclusion: women are better bloggers. From Pioneer Woman, Girl with a One Track mind (blogging now discontinued), Wiping up snot and the trini Things I've Found in Pockets, guys just don't match up! I can't even remember the male blogs i've flicked over. One ambulance thingy sticks out.
All of the women are highly intelligent, and their powers of observation mixed with optimism--ie, findgin the joy in the small things in life--are amazing! They are brilliantly witty and funny, but also can be very serious: many of them are feminist, and also have other positions that they are solid about.



Btw, the boissiere house was mentioned in the New York Times!!

Okay, I come with a whole set of enthusiasm and nothing on my mind to type.
Except about my chemistry teacher. A horrible excuse for a product of education. Yes; even that!


Why is it everyone is asking me to shut up about the vagabond? Because he's a teacher? ptthhhhhhhh!!

Depression

Two things strike me when I'm in the midst of a bout of depression: the indifference, and the "greyness". Every motion,every action, every reaction is not ever with any fervour; there is no earnest. Also, one loses the will to fight--old, practiced arguments are surrendered early on. There is not hatred, no infuriation, no anger. Just bland lolling around, doing nothing. Nothing is interesting, or, perhaps more correctly, one is not interested in anything at all. Food, internet, a good read, all these things that would stimulate me into a buzz usually are all bland, grey. One finally understands the saying "tastes like ash". Ash. Greyness. Blandness. The greyness is peculiar though, its as if someone Photoshopped the whole world, resetting its tint. Colours aren't just "not vibrant", they aren't colours anymore, just ... sigh, you don't even know. Don't have the energy or the will to troll the brain looking for a suitable adjective. To choose. Anything!

"She’ll say, “Jonathan, what you thinking?” and I tell her everything
Even if sometimes I’m scared to tell her, and I know it’s gonna sting
If that’s too much for her, and she turns cold as ice
That’s okay, I believe in tellin’ the truth, and I’m willing to pay the price
And she’s gonna, she’s gonna respect me."
By some dude called Jonathon Richman, in an article by some dude called Jefferey Lewis

I'm doing more--blogging, talking, karate, setting up guitar lessons, reading some good stuff, adding to the BOMB list--and it feels GOOD!!


Tired...but good!