Hiatus

People keep on complaining that I am not blogging enough these days... that's because i have to feel as though I have something worth writing about!

For example, tonight is Friday. I came home before night fell, undressed, showered, and had an apple while i chatted with an ex on messenger.

I know these are supposed to be prime dating years but whats' the point? I had the silly "let's get to know each other" conversations. In fact, I dont want to "get to know" any raas body! If mi nuh know u already.. my yute..you get juuuk still!

What I much prefer are lyming sessions. And there are plenty of those. My friends lyme during the week, much less on a weekend. But since lyming is centred around alcohol and yours truly watching calories.. the safest bet is really my studio! I mean even my own bottles of absolut and cranberry fail to be irresistible in the sultry ambiance of the fridge making too much noise and the fucking chinese glee club (sorry,I will try to be more neighbourly next time).

I may as well stay home... calories are hidden everywhere and I am now obssessed in keeping them at bay. After working out 6 days a week, I have every reason to be paranoid.

Inspite of everything, I'd rather work out like a lunatic and obssess about "good calories" than have taxi men call me "my size!" I have funny memories of my skinny driver calling this out to very fat women as he took me to and from school, and putting those words into a sentence describing me immediately puts a dreadful spin on what was then funny!

And SQUAT ..TWO..THREE...FOUR!!

Hiatus

People keep on complaining that I am not blogging enough these days... that's because i have to feel as though I have something worth writing about!

For example, tonight is Friday. I came home before night fell, undressed, showered, and had an apple while i chatted with an ex on messenger.

I know these are supposed to be prime dating years but whats' the point? I had the silly "let's get to know each other" conversations. In fact, I dont want to "get to know" any raas body! If mi nuh know u already.. my yute..you get juuuk still!

What I much prefer are lyming sessions. And there are plenty of those. My friends lyme during the week, mcuh less on a weekend. But since lyming is centred around alcohol and yours truly watching calories.. the safest bet is really my studio! I mean even the bottles of absolut and cranberry fail to be irresistible in the sultry ambiance of the fridge making too much noise and the fucking chinese glee club (sorry,I will try to be more neighbourly next time).

I may as well stay home... calories are hidden everywhere and I am now obssessed in keeping them at bay. After working out 6 days a week, I have every reason to be paranoid.

Inspite of everything, I'd rather wwork out like a lunatic and obssess about "good calories" than have taxi men call me "my size!" I have funny memories of my skinner driver calling this out to very fat women as he took me to and from school, and putting those words into a sentence describing me immediately puts a dreadful spin on what was then funny!

And SQUAT ..TWO..THREE...FOUR!!

Carnival Baby

Its decided. I am not only going back again to Trinidad next year, but I have already selected the costume I want to play mas in.

The earth woman in me had to go back for another applicable theme and for 2007, the Island People band is where its at for me. Thee theme will be "Sahara", coming from "The Forest" in their debut in 2006.

While I played as a "Tree" in the forest this year, in 2007, I will be a "Nubian" in the sahara. Cowrie shells, bangles, mohawks and all, this costume is fierce and decidely afro chic...all synonyms for moi.

See pic below....

Less is More

So it seems I am slowly shrinking back to a size that is more in keeping with the majority of the clothes hung in my closet.

After busting my ass six times per week, and eating like a goat, its good to know that there is some amount of justice in this world.

I feel invigorated, refreshed and ready to take on all the flipping idiots who present with too many acts of bull to name.

I have a few bets on too.. so by the hook or by the crook, this behind will soon cease to be so dogone voluptuously vulgar.

Here's to climbing mountains and reaching peaks,

Sloncha!

Of Hearts and Minds

I am tired of being alone and yet scared of love because in love we find both life and death.