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Logbook » You And Your Heart
written by owen, published 2010-Nov-15, comment
I woke up this morning thinking that it was monday morning and had the usual Monday morning internal panic; "OH MY GOD NOT AGAIN!". Luckily it was still Sunday and I didn't put my swag on because its pretty heavy to take off. The weekend blows by like money. If I owe you anything charge to Mastercard cause I already owe Visa. And I am still recovering from the flu or returning from my trip to Haiti (depending on whether you be stalking me on facebook or twitter). That said, it was as fun as a heart attack.
I got up one night and wrote a spirited post on the old laptop beside by bed. The problem is when I can't sleep at 3 in the morning and I wake up and write, I write like I've been smoking weed and doing vodka milk shots with no ice like a G6. I'll probably publish it someday when I am rich and Trinidad is not my only supplier of Sunshine snacks. Such high spirited commentary on the socio-economic landscape of today will only leave old people giving you weird looks at work. It is like that time when I said I like hurricanes. I'm sorry but I don't live in your delusional, fairytale world, at least not yet. But wait till I get my money right.
I am eating or drinking Honey Bunchs of Oats for breakfast this morning. Its one of those "on the wim" purchases that I make whenever I go to the supermarket by myself with money in my pocket cause I can't get no love. My mind is like a revolving door. I fear that all the almonds and sweet oats have settled to the bottom of the bag. Now I'll have to figure out how to evenly distribute the assorted contents or calculate exactly the day when the last serving will be available so that I can fully enjoy it at the fullest extent.
Logbook » Power
written by owen, published 2010-Nov-06, comment
I never talk about my mother much. Its not that I hate her but I love her too much. The women in my family are very strong willed like oak trees reaching for the sky. I must believe in something. A pride so tall, a shame-tree that would block out the sun. She is set in her ways, never deviating like a river, running out to sea. She visited last week and ironed all my white undershirts and now they fit perfectly in the drawer - WITH ROOM TO SPARE. You would be surprised to know how much you can store in a drawer if you iron all your clothes BEFORE you put them in, instead of rolling them into little balls.
Of course I'm not going to iron my undershirts, nobody is going to see them except when I end up on the wrong side of a police raid. But I live in a different time, my problems are waiting to happen. Who has time to make a 5 course breakfast every morning? Plantains, Eggs, Dumplins and Sausages and Tea. I love plantains, sweet yet tart but unique in its sweetness. There is nothing like it. But I will never fry them myself, it would take my self control, I would start to live only for the night. I also stopped drinking tea long ago, I never joined that party of thought. Why would I heat something up so that it can burn my tongue when I try to drink it? Made no sense.
Some people do what they like to do, some people do other things for reasons unknown, and some people live among the creatures of the night and lack the will to try and fight, to each his own. I have lived many lives but I worry about no one more than her. Passion is a funny thing, passion will save you, passion will lead you a stray but what is life without it? After a while all your life starts to weigh down on you and all you have left with is a nice pair of dress shoes and pants you can only wear to a wedding.
Gods Child commented: by the time you get caught up the raid, your undershirt will have straightened itself out from body heat; or if ironed, will have wrinkled sufficiently to look as if you had never ironed it at all. ... read 2 more
Food and Eats » Fried Calamari (Squid)
written by Tami, published 2010-Nov-02, comment
We had this at John Crow's Tavern in Ocho Rios. If you don't know what it is before eating, it might taste like chicken but if you do before then it will taste like delicacy.
Gods Child commented: just the thought of the waving tentacles makes me shudder. ... read 4 more
Kim answered: on white japanese rice, my family put's mayo and soy sauce. ... read 2 more