Things I've learnt so far from my job

A long-time procrastinator, I'm becoming more and more pro-active and immediate simply by watching my boss work. He may be a lot of things but a procrastinator he is not.

I've learned that wet tiles might by slippery but not as slippery as dirty tiles (for some reason)

Even the most affable and friendly people can be assholes.
similarly, the good nature of the person says nothing about the type of businessperson they are and they may turn out to be penny pinchers and cheap, cut corners people

Everyone in this country expects that things can be put together and completed at the last minute. And things are usually completed as such, so the cycle continues

Business and friendship can be mixed.. unless you want to be dedicated and professional about your business and not want your friendship to be taken advantage of.

how to deal with people

how not to deal with people

the fact that you really have to have money in order to make it.

that you don't have to be 'smart' to be a good businessperson. 'Smart' meaning have a proper education etc.. you don't need to know the difference between a zebra and a horse or to be able to speak proper english to have a successful business

list to continue..

It's not where you go..

I've usually held firm to the belief that it's not WHERE you go but WHO you go with. I still believe in this highly but last night taught me something.. where you go can still have quite an effect on you and the lime.

Started off in a popular resturant/bar having a couple drinks and shit talking with a best friend, met a couple lovely ladies (friends as well though :( ) and limed a little while longer. Then another group of friends came and said they were going to this other lounge place that is renown for being stoosh and.. high class(?). One of the girls with us said it'd be boring and she hasn't heard anything great about the place, but I always wanted to at least check it out, so I hit her the 'it's not who you go with' line and we were on our way.

real kix to get there, even walking towards the place.. but as soon as I stepped onto the compound I felt a little suffocated. Perhaps it was the nice little sign telling me what I should wear to be respectable in their establishment.. quite within their right.. or perhaps it was the immediate and almost deafening stares by the patrons who were already there, all clustered around one table (because there was only one big group of people there). Managed to make my way to the bar feeling a bit uncomfortable but still determined to take the place in.

Went to the bathroom, which was really nice btw.. came back out and had a drink (coke). Got it in a pretty glass and made a joke with the nice female bartender.. figured things weren't so bad. Still that suffocating feeling never quite left me. It DID diminish greatly once I started shit talking with my ppls but I always felt this tension in the back of my mind or perhaps my spine.
One of my friends was gonna do some antic or the other and was told promptly (by another friend) 'nooo. do NOT do that here! not HERE!' and it's that kinda thing I'm talking about.. I don't like when the vibe or mood or even policy of a place dictates how I can have my fun.. it's pretty dumb. But then again it was our decision to go there so it's not like I could complain.

Needless to say I don't think I'll be going back to that place again anytime soon. I'll stick to my usual places where I can have my fun in my way without having to feel like I'll get hard stares and be asked to leave.

Maturity questions

Am I really maturing as the days pass or is it just me pretending to be more mature for the sake of my age?
and how mature am I supposed to be at this age?

undoubtedly whatever it is, it's a product of the experiences I have been through and will go through. I don't think maturity is evolutionary, unless you're looking at the evolution of society rather than that of biology.

To be continued? perhaps.. but Dexter is on now and that means my eyes shall be super-glued to the TV

btw why is it that no trini knows what 'super glue' is yet everyone knows what 'krazy glue' is..?

My new guitar

Sooooo beautiful!! I'm not a big Carvin fan generally because I think too many people jocking them like they're THE shit. However I do recognize that they're a great company and make finnnnee guitars and amps etc.

my recently acquired guitar however is honestly the most beautiful guitar I can remember seeing in my entire life. It's not just the blue on black quilted maple top or the neck through or the abalone inlays (sexiest inlays I've ever seen on a guitar) or the matching neck (matching to body AND inlays) but how all these things add up. This is what obviously got me about the guitar first.

well no, first it was the fact that a friend called me up early one morning raving about this new guitar in our favourite music store that happened to be one of my favourite solo artiste's signature guitars.. went to check it out and THEN fell in love. Picked it up and that was it. Paid down one time.

It's a floyd rose, which I've hated before, but it's not double locking; there is no locking nut at the neck and head so that made things a little easier for me to get past. Also I've always wanted a trem.. just not a floyd rose. I've been having a lot of fun with it though so I'm pretty much past my dislike for this particular one.

24 frets.. which was important to me. Not because I have any great NEED or USE for the last two frets but because I just have a mental block against 22 fret guitars.. seems like something's missing. I like my gear to have as much features as possible that will allow me to expand my playing and not limit me.. in short, I'd rather have it than not.

Alder body, which I've previously been kinddd of against but it makes the guitar lighter than my LTD AND the quilted maple top covers up for it.

one of the coolest features is that the volume knob is a push/pull switch that cuts the distortion from the guitar (EVEN WHEN PLUGGED INTO MY LINE6 POD!!) and cleans up the signal/tone. This works especially well with the neck pickup. Thus any clean parts in our songs, I just switch to neck pup and pull the switch up. NICENESS!!!

There is also veryyyyyy little info about this guitar and its fellow models on the www. This made it that much more appealing to me as there's a mystery to it. There IS talk about the models etc but definitely no where near the extent of other carvin models. Or other brand models for that matter.

so all in all.. I'm extremely grateful for this new guitar and I love both my friend who first told me about the guitar AND helped me to pay down for it and the guitar itself. I was polishing it some night ago and I just sat and stared at it for a good few minutes. My neighbours were victims of attempted robbery last week so the day after before leaving home I actually hid my guitar. Leaving all other gear and equipment in the open eh..

it's just... wow.



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What I've been listening to lately

Ludacris' 'Release Therapy' album - very besss. This is an artiste that I've always looked forward to and looked out for. Always delivers. Woozy = big tune.

Tony MacAlpine - Edge of Insanity: After exhausting his latest releases I've decided to go back in time to his earlier (and by no means lesser) stuff. Great solo artiste/guitarist/keyboardist. And his Carvin guitar that I recently got is beeeeeeauutiful!!

Various dancehall tunes - Most played being Aidonia - Buka, Busy Signal - These days, Queen Ifrica - Below the waist, Dr. Evil - Stamina Man, Movado - Gully Side, Munga - Bad from mi born, Busy and Movado - Badman Place, Vybz Kartel - kick inna face, Sean Kingston, Mims, Mr. Vegas and Vybz - Like this (remix) and Collie Budz - Blind to you (and no, I'm not going Zen to see him)

Pitbulls in the Nursery - Lunatic (album): French death metallers. Instruments sound like machinery both on the album and live. *RAAA!!!!*

Isis - post-rock/metal greatnesssss!!

94.1fm - The Boom Champions!!! giving me my lovely soca for 2k8 and that Beenie Man song that I've been seaaarching and seeaarcching for



I wish I could find a girl who shares my taste in music :(
or at least one who could go bruck out with me in a party and then listen to tech-death going home. or dancehall on the way to a rock show *sigh*

Tune killing

you know what I real hate dred? when a big tune comes out and radio stations/people play it TO DEATH!! everywhere you go you hearing the song being played or people singing it or it's being used in ads or people naming parties after it.. it really loses the appeal it had when it now came out and I end up wondering why I thought it was good in the first place.. bleh

bubble like soup people, bubble like soup cus it's too late to apologise

A sad realization: the death of a role model

It happens in many peoples' lives. Certainly at childhood and adolescent levels, when you realize the person/s who you have looked up to for so long may not be the great people you've made them out to be. When you realize your dad may not be the personification of everything a father should be. When you realize your mom may not be able to do everything in the world.
This post however is not about family, but about someone I've more or less admired professionally for a few years. I neglect to describe them or what they do cus that'd be an instant make-out so we'll just call him Bill.

Bill's work has inspired me throughout the years in an area of my life that I enjoy. Before two years ago however I didn't know him personally. That changed when I had the honor of meeting him and liming etc. Since then I haven't gotten much closer to him but we can talk and lime normal, no scene. I've occasionally witnessed things over these couple years that made me question a bit how much I truly did admire his personality. Before I even met him I saw something that had this same effect, yet that was years and years ago so I figured he must have grown up by now.

I guess he didn't really. Recently an incident happened that really became the culmination of every little incident I saw where I thought 'wow.. he's a little bitch dred' or the like. Something happened in public and he handled things like a real prima donna. Diva extra-ordinnaire. He didn't have to, but this was his nature. After this first reaction, the upsetting situation was returned to normal but still he acted like a spoiled baby. This really made me see his true nature. It was the death of role model for me and the birth of another asshole I happen to know.

perhaps this is why I don't have any other role models really (except one other guy who actually is a FRIEND). Because I can't put anyone up on an admiration pedestal like that without knowing their true nature and usually when I find that out, it always contains a let down. I don't expect perfection but I can't condone certain things that go against my beliefs.

and that's that.

THE most anxious 15/20 mins of my life

At least in semi-recent times.

It was something like 10/half 10 in the night and my mom's friend and I were getting food for one of his workers in KFC curepe because the one in valsayn was too full. We reach KFC but there's no parking in the front AT ALL so he drives around to the side and pulls to the side of Royal Castle, which is on the corner. This was also the place where a partner was abducted from and subsequently murdered in the backseat of a car. That very spot. So you know all this done running in my mind by the time mom's friend parks by royal castle. He parks facing inwards by the way, i.e. with his back to the road.

So I figured he wouldn't be too long (completely missing the logical assumption to be made that all the cars in front of KFC belonged to customers) and the car might be safer if I stayed in it because it was no parked in the corner of the building in a darkish area with some shady characters around, especially in a car which was parked perpendicular to us. He goes inside KFC.

Five minutes pass and the anxiety is building because the guy standing by the front door of the car next to me is looking at the vehicle I'm in (CRV) occasionally, with what I thought at the time might have been intent. To add to my worries a girl came out of the passenger seat of the car (a girl was also involved in my partner's murder) and walked right towards the CRV and stared, about 4 feet away from the front right side of the CRV, into it.. then walked back to their car. Well anxiety shot up even higher then. By this time I had dialed 999 on my cell phone and had a thumb on the call button waiting. This number did not leave my cell screen until I left curepe.

Because the car is parked facing away from the road I couldn't see what was behind me so my head and eyes were constantly moving from right wing mirror to rearview mirror to left wing mirror, back to rearview mirror and right wing.. back and forth, back and forth like a surveillance camera. The people in the car on the side of me eventually leave but not before another, even shadier looking guy gets out the car and walks off behind the CRV.. that was a stress in itself but didn't last long as I saw him walk down the road.

So the car on the side leaves.. but then I realize now I'm alone on the side of Royal Castle in the dark. 10 more points gained on the anxiety scale. Still with thumb on call button with police number on the screen and head moving like a swivel-cam, I start running scenarios in my head about what could happen and how I'd react. This was prob a dumb move on my part and only served to make me more anxious. Every person that passed was given a good scopin out. No one came within 15ft of the CRV without me gauging them. Then two women came out of Royal Castle, got into the car that was on the opposite end of the building, towards the front and left. At that point I was the only vehicle on that side of the building. All that became too much for me so I hopped over the cupholder into the driver seat and turned the CRV around to face the road and parked a little nearer to the front, which was also better lit. I kept the car on, doors locked, transmission in neutral, hand breaks ready to deploy and foot hovering over the X. All during this time my thumb was still waiting to hit 'send' for the popes (babylon, police, 5-0 etc). At least I could have seen the road, so it put me a little more at ease.

Well eventually mom's friend came back and we left, safe and sound.. which I am very grateful for because many people have not been so lucky in that exact same area, even at that hour of the night.

here's to hoping I'm never put in that position again dred.

Footwear observation

Puma is now the Converse for people who don't listen to rock or like related fashion.

Really.. every single public place I go to SOMEONE is always wearing pumas.. I doh blame them tho, I've seen some pretty sick styles and designs.

big up yuhself Puma.

A great saturday night

This saturday gone I linked up with an old (female) friend who I haven't seen nor spoken to in a gooood while. We recently started back talking and wanted to lime (no, it's not like THAT - she has a bf who she's been with going on three years and there's nothing there between us on that level) so she told me to come to this UWI concert that was being held by the JGI hall (doh ask me to remember what JGI stands for.. Joyce something something) in LRC. I had originally wanted to go to the AFTER PARTY of that concert to see if I coulda check up on this sweet Dominican girl I knew was gonna be there.. but I gave in to my friend's requests and ended up going to the hall concert.

The concert itself was pretty good I must admit. There were random fashion shows, dances, skits, musical acts etc. I reached like an hour and three quarters late though, cus I was helping my mom paint a room that we're doing over. So yea, get to the concert, didn't have to pay cus I was so late and sat down between her and her friend, whom I was introduced to. This is where the night really gets going. During a particularly funny skit that humourously highlighted the differences between Caribbean people, I was informed that the young lady on my right was from Jamaica.. and she was laughing at my stupid jokes.. For some reason I felt comfortable and I already had conversation material as my dad now lives in Jamaica and I've recently been for the first time..

fast forward to after the concert.. which I reiterate was quite good. My friend, her Jamaican friend, another of the Jamaican's friends, another Jamaican (but a guy) and I stand up talking and I'm cracking joke after joke and not feeling like an ass.. which I owe to the two jamaicans being rather easy-going and down to earth, as well as possessing a rather lovely sense of humour (i mean, they WERE laughing at my jokes). It was however, soon time for my friend to leave with her boyfriend as she had a chess tournament to enter the following morning (which she did well in btw!). This was the crossroad for me.. My natural personality would be to leave one time with my friend because I'd be too shy and awkward staying back to lime with people I didn't know and was now meeting for the first time. Something was different this time though and they made no indication that they wanted to leave me standing there by myself, so I said I'd stay back and lime for a bit.

That bit turned into three hours. The two Jamaicans, whom I shall call Ms. C and Mr. S, were the coolest people I've met for the first time in a long time. The conversation flowed and flowed. One topic to the next with jokes strewn throughout. This is something I truly and absolutely enjoy - meeting new people, who make me feel so comfortable that I can really be myself with them and in turn they are quite open to conversation on my levels (neither high nor low) etc etc. All in all a really comfortable first experience with people.. So we spoke of jamaica and my time there and their time there and music and trinidad and geography and nothing at all.

At some point Mr. S had to go handle some business so I sat on LRC steps with Ms. C chatting about ourselves and our experiences. Before we knew it an hour and a half had passed. By this point I knew she had a boyfriend and I was fine with it because it made me a little more calm around her. For some reason as well I wasn't annoyed when Mr. S came back. I was actually happy.. this rarely happens when I meet guys, ESPECIALLY when I meet guys with pretty/cool/etc girls. So we limed again for a bit and decided we'd go check out the after party which was going on by then. Took a walk to JFK carpark where the party was being held and stood up on a bench overlooking the temp walls for the party. Decided we were better on the outside and then the party got shut down by security anyway.

Oh yes, did I mention I DID see the Dominican? yea she passed next to me but I couldn't care cus I was engrossed in conversation with my two new associates.

We limed outside the shut-down party for a 5 mins and then walked back to LRC where Ms. C and I parked (Mr. S lives on campus). I felt like if another conversation started we'd be there for another couple of hours. I felt like we (yes, even Mr. S as well) could have gone to either person's home or wherever to continue the lime.. Me, who is so shy sometimes that it comes across as being anti-social was there contemplating continuing a lime with people I now met. Fortunately though we all had to leave so numbers were exchanged (even this process contained very little awkwardness) and that as that.

Since then I refrained from contacting Ms. C for fear of seeming pushy or overbearing. She however, messaged me the other night so now the channels are open for further conversation. Here's hoping she comes to Eraclash tomorrow. I have to tell her to bring her bf too so I could meet him lol

so yes.. Saturday was one of my most enjoyable social nights in a good while. 1) I got to meet and lime with an old friend and we are still talking. 2) I got to meet two very very cool new people. 3)I spent absolutely no money (definite PLUS) and 4)I gained a little more confidence, independence and experience with social situations such as that one.

see you all at Eraclash!




unrelated: I realize my blog posts are generally pretty long.. i guess that's because of the length of time I take between posts.. or perhaps I just like typing/writing etc.. I'll try to cut them down in the future for better readability

And.. it is over.

The PNM has won. Did anyone have a doubt? I mean really.. apart from hope, did you think any other party had as much of a chance?
COP split the vote, COP split the vote. The next rape is 'our' fault (i use our because I'm writing this from the standpoint of a semi-COP supporter, although I share allegiance with no political party to this date). If a family member of mine is killed it's my fault because I split the vote.. well no I didn't vote, so it's the other COP supporters faults.. It seems that this is the new anthem of the UNC. Really.. how bitter and small can you get?

To me, this is the situation: some people are choosing to live in a backwards society where you have the least options available to you, rather than trying to move forward into a new age of democracy, where you actually start having a better choice. Yes, this will not work now because the PNM is so entrenched in the mind's of its supporters. But in the future maybe.. hopefully.
This argument I myself am at odds with because on the one hand, I'm for the multiple party choices, but on the other hand I know that once it is not the PNM that has split, they will win. In this vein I am admitting that vote splitting has been ONE factor to the demise of any real opposition to the PNM's power.

However, on the other hand, and all the while I was checking the figures and doing the math, the UNC would still not have won, even with EVERY SINGLE ONE of the COP voters voting for them.. an extremely unlikely, nigh impossible occurrence. Apart from this most logical and statistical evidence, preventing other parties from being in the running would just be another method of keeping this country from moving forward to first world status, however many decades in the future that is. Isn't that really what an election for this country is supposed to be about? Choosing the most worthy candidate to take us forward?

I say this and I laugh to myself because I know the truth.. no, this election is not about who is the most worthy person. Die-hard supporters of each party prove that this is not so. Racial voters for each party prove this is not so. Together these two groups make up quite a sizeable proportion of the voters.. so no, Trinidad and Tobago elections have never been and have not been this year, about which candidate was most worthy. We are apparently stuck in our third-world mentality and cannot see past our parents' voting or our friends' voting. It is because of this, that I am happy for the COP. Happy not for the COP themselves but for the third option as it represents, to me, a step in the right direction.

and yet still people find a way to bring race into the debate. Indians vs indians. UNC vs. COP. Why does it have to be about race? Of course I'd expect race to factor in between the PNM and the UNC but why is it still about race with the COP? and some people FIGHT for this argument.. why is it indians have to be fighting so, why can't they unite against the black people.. come on.

what saddens me is that most of the examples I've used for this bit of writing have come from people my own age. Tonight I was going through a facebook political group and reading wall posts. For the first time in my life I actually felt a sense of hopelessness and helplessness for the future of this country. I felt as though no matter how many free-thinking individuals we have, the majority is always going to lie with the ignorant, narrow minded, self-righteous, never-wrong, bitter and egotistical persons. This is really fighting against my hopes that we are making (baby) steps towards a better future. What is one new party compared to thousands of these falsely intellectual persons? It is an incredibly daunting situation.

perhaps I have digressed from my original point, or perhaps I have expanded to incorporate other feelings, making this yet another general political post. Either way, it continues;

I was thinking about it and while I still stand by my 'fuck Jack Warner' stance, I would have liked a different party to win this election, just to experience something different. If it turned out to be worse then we live with that, if it turned out to be better then fine. I'm just in the mood for a change. The PNM has been in power for 10 years straight now, onward to another five. That's almost half my lifetime gone there, though I vaguely rememeber the UNC being in power. But perhaps this mood change can still come. Haha again I think I am kidding myself. My thinking in the previous statement was this: if the people speak, government has no choice but to listen. Are you laughing yet? the statement itself is a noble thought yes, but when applied to this country it becomes a laughable prospect. The smelter issue is a perfect example. From the people not being able to fully come together to a prime minister who had no intention to heed any voice of HIS people, it just went to show what the real situation is. Furthermore so if/when he becomes executive president.

I have a question. I shall post this in a new note so it gets the attention I'd like it to. Would you rather have a corrupt prime minister who steals money but can run a country OR a most noble and honest prime minister who cannot run a country? It saddens me that my morals must take a bend for this one but I think I'd go with the corrupt prime minister. I'd rather have my country in top shape than have it in no shape at all with a leader who won't lie to me.

As this is getting quite lengthy I think I'll stop here. Thus, onwards we go into the next half-decade (which I reiterate from a previous post, is far too long a term) with much of the same, if not more stupidity and injustice being done to the people of the country. It is the ultimate shame when a country's people have no voice and are suffering when its leaders are sitting on gold toilet seats.. and this is the shame we will face every day for the next five years.

which reminds me.. I should make a post about Haile Selassie that may make me pretty unpopular with my rastafari friends.. all zero of them.

peace to my fellow countrymen. Whether you are a UNC supporter, a PNM supporter or a COP supporter, we must all live in the same country tomorrow. You may not have voted the man into power but you have to live with it now so deal with it. (which may not have to be passively. I do not advocate inactivity.)

Words and Sentances

words. words on a page. teach them to misbehave. wave their rags, wine and dance. and do tricks. obey. conform. Make them suffer under the indecisiveness that comes when you aren't quite sure of what to write next. Let their anticipation build. Who will be chosen next? 'deceived' perhaps, 'ostentatious', 'gullible'.. no these are not words that somehow describe me, I am merely rambling. This is neither poetry nor a spoken word prompt sheet. My phone is ringing, that answering machine comes on way too quickly. And it's far too loud. My dad is back in the country, I need to get my phone fixed. F)@*J@#U Nokia 5500. Worst phone decision of my life. It's so bad I'm quite confident in this designation at this (hopefully) early stage of my life. Some people leave us too soon. Others just can't seem to be gone soon enough. Those two groups of people should meet and teach each other some things. Perhaps they could just switch places.
What is it with women? and women and men? We have such different modus operandi and tendencies. And yet no man and no woman can totally figure out the other sex. or gender. or whatever pc term they using these days. If a man has a sex change and likes men is he gay? no because he's now a she? was his surgeon God? no? what does his birth certificate say? male? then what's the discussion? If I clone a sheep is it the same sheep as before or a new sheep? and why would you want a new sheep? was the old sheep not good enough? Imagine the insecurity complex that would develop in the old sheep. My words flow forth like the water WASA is not allowed to give us. Which is to say, not very flowy anyway cus it's WASA. I didn't think I'd need to explain that metaphor but I leave nothing to...what music am I feeling to listen to? what am I feeling to do? why am I not still asleep, I have football later. Hopefully. Hope.. hope is a strange thing. I find myself saying sometimes 'I hope but I doubt'. I think this brings across my mentality towards life in general. I'm neither optimistic nor pessimistic. I'm a realist as cliche as that sounds.. but a realist with a touch of fantasy. Perhaps that keeps me sane. So many things do. Well no, not many things do, but the ones that do are good at their job. For the time being. Perhaps I should stop now and play poker. Is it possible to say this started out with some promise but ended up not fulfilling its potential? you know, seeing as this has all been random.. apparently I'm funny. Not funny gay, funny haha. Not that I have anything against gay people, just the gay lifestyle. I DO have something against annoying people who happen to be gay though. Maybe I should get a proper stance on abortion and the death penalty. It'd be hypocritical of me to think I could take someone's life but then fight against the death penalty huh? well I've never claimed to not be a hypocrite. Abortion.. nope, not that easy. If your body is a lease from God can we do some renovations? I suppose that'd be more along the lines of tattoos and piercings though. An abortion would be like throwing out the living room furniture because it didn't go with your new colour scheme. or something.
didn't I say I was ending this? the poker.. it calls to me. beckoning.. comeee, comeee to meee. Play with meee, use meeee... or it could be my guitar speaking. Why am I communicating with inanimate objects anyway? Maybe I should ignore them to teach them a lesson. Perhaps I should stop personifying them as well. Maybe this is one of the things that keeps me sane. And laughter. Laughing at myself especially. If laughter is the spice of life, call me Grenada.

Why can't I write about something that isn't politically related?

oh right, elections are around the corner, that's right.

So the latest wave maker: polls! weee! everyone's favourite descriptive tool - STATISTICS! Thank goodness (dammit I cannot believe I am about to say this) I did those stats courses in university. I might be one of the poor, ignorant people who are mislead by statistics that promote a certain view of things. What effect this has on the population I cannot say.. mostly because I don't want to sit down and analyese it, otherwise I think I might be able to deduce the effect.. I didn't do 4 years of psych simply to be an event co-ordinator/decorator. Anyway, I digress; Statistics lie. They can be manipulated. 90% of people polled, in a population (country) say they like doubles and red solo. 10% say they like saheena and cream soda chubby, so doubles must be the winner right? but how many people did you really interview? what? 10? alone? so 9 ppl said they like doubles? where did you interview these people? outside Ali's (a doubles parlor)? ohhh okay.. so you see.. statistics are misleading. Unless there is complete transparency in the processes used to derive the final output and you have the intellect to understand those porcesses, accept anything you get with a healthy dose of salt.

Richie Kolounji.. or should I say Sizzla Spice? I have uncovered a secret demographic that politicians, esp in this year's election, are trying to appeal to: the ignorants. This demographic transcends race, ethnicity, gender, age, education (believe me, it does) and sexual orientation. This demographic consists of the people who listen to foreign superstars singing political jingles and are manipulated. These ignorants believe anything they're told, but especially when it comes from an international artiste. If Snoop Dogg came to Trinidad and said go shave your grandmother's heads these people would have a lot less inheritance money to collect when dear granny dies. These are the people who use campaigning and rallies as an excuse to party and get on like it's carnival. I got stuck in traffic a couple cars to the side of a PNM maxi and some guys streamed out and started dancing and carrying on in the streets. Yes, this will definitely help push our country into the next decade.

ok fack, I falling asleep on myself here, out!

EraClash

the event management/promo company I work for decided, a few weeks ago, to try to put on weekly parties in a club called Nemo's. I've always loved throwing parties (albeit personal, private parties where I am the Dj) so i figured this would be my great opportunity to throw a REAL, public party. Organization went pretty smoothly minus the promotion ironically enough. A lot more could have been done to promote. We had neither the time nor the energy to immerse ourselves (it's only two of us really) into such an undertaking. We did the weekly promo in the main university(UWI) and that was it.

The tequilla was a funny story. We were having free tequilla shots all night so we thought we'd try to get it sponsored. We got four bottles. Four. Four 750ml bottles when one shot is 30ml. (math done, that's 25 shots/bottle and 100 shots total). After some quick calculating my boss and I realised.. hmm.. mayyybe we should try to organize some more. We eventually worked out a much better deal and ended up with quite a bit more (than four) bottles. The funny part is I came an hour and a half late (after going home post set up to get ready) and we were already two-three bottles down. So much for our lovely four bottles.

the party itself was great. I had a LOT of fun and it's the first time I got to party with my sister since I've become the bruk-out person. This was something I was actually looking forward to for a while as she's a bruk-out inspiration to me :P *blush*. The music was great, the atmosphere was great, the people were fun. Thanks to everyone who came out. We decided to make a few changes following our event re-cap though, so we're having the party every other week (twice a month) along with a few other minor changes. Perhaps we'll be doign $5 tequilla shots instead of free shots.. damn Sonja for drinking all our tequilla! (that was said with some hope that she'll be reading it).

so yea.. great party. I want to sleep. No funny shit there, jus me saying random crap about the party.