Foto Friday

Some pictures for the 30th Independence of St Vincent and the Grenadines.

 Source: Groove Governor

The Prime Minister of SVG, Dr. Ralph Gonsalves

I forgot to mention in my previous post how I was sung to by Skarpyon! He performed at the Bike Babes Show, organised by one of hubby's friends.  Hubby himself was one of the sponsors.  Of course I got to sit in front of the stage where I couldn't miss anything.  And apparently Skarpyon didn't miss me either! :)  He actually pulled me up and sang 'A Lady in Black' - well I was wearing a black dress! LOL

I felt so good when he sang to me.  And now hubby is jealous! Good for him...

Another Happy Day

Nothing was going to spoil the day yesterday.

Well maybe the rain; but that didn't deter anyone celebrating the Independence from enjoying themselves.

Hubby and I drove to the Windward side (East) of the island instead of taking the bike.

It was one of the best decisions we made as it rained cats and dogs.

Not for long though.

Anyway here are some pictures I snapped on my way to the northern tip of the island.

That was the end of the road! We have to swerve back...

It was a long journey but oh so worth it...the views alone make it all worthwhile...Can't wait for the next road trip...

Hennessy And Coke

Yesterday was one of the best days I've ever had.  Pembroke, a local village, was hosting the Bike Fest 2009.  I'm not a huge fan of bikes but riding on one and with hubby was exhilarating.  It's not the first time I've mounted a bike though but it was different.  So off we set in the winds, speeding through bends and hugging on hubby as tightly as I can.  

Once we reached there, the competition was already in full swing.  But all hubby had in mind was to go look for his Henny bottles.  He bought a quarter case on Saturday just for that event.  It was a surprising feat for hubby not to pay  any attention to the bikers jumping through the air since he was one of the first bikers in the country.  Not to mention that he along with his friend started the whole thing.  With no credit due to them of course.  That ticked hubby off but hey we have Hennessy! And coke.  

Since my last wine-related misadventure I steer clear from alcohol.  Except for one time when I ignored my instincts and swallowed various colored liquids down my throat.  That night scarred me for life.  

Anyway, everything was perfect yesterday that I couldn't resist 'thiefing' coupla sips of Henny mixed with coke.  A couple of sips turned into several glasses!  Still no harm done.  We were having fun.  Who cares about the aftermath huh? Certainly not me then.  

Took pictures.  Met some decent Vincentians.  Laughed.  Cried.  (Not me but 2 good friends who've been catching up and ended in tears).  Ate.  Drank as if there's no tomorrow.  Then it was time to leave.  And shit to happen.

Hubby had to exchange his car for a bike from his friend since he hasn't bought him a new one yet.  On our way back the traffic was so dense that the bike's engine got heated up.  I was all mashed up and was glad to climb behind hubby and head to home.  But Lord had different plans for us.  Still inching through the traffic the bike's tank or whatever you call it started spurting water.  Hot water!  I thought I was going to faint from the pure scorching liquid.  I started getting off the bike when hubby pulled aside.  He got burnt too.  Of course the traffic officers, out of concern, helped us.  Hubby then had to call his friend to bring back the car and to sort out the bike which died.  

Waited and waited for the compadres to come and by the time he reached the bike was, once again, good to go after cooling down.  I was never happier at that moment to see our car.  God bless 'she'.  Then we went by the local bar where more drinks keep flowing and bikers doing wheelies and all on the road.  Took some pictures.  Had more Henny fused with Red Bull.  Talked and talked.  And then it was time to go home.  

And now this morning I woke up all achy everywhere.  My throat dying on me. And my bowel in a sad state.  More than a couple of runs to the toilet and I'm still feeling like shit.

SVG's 30th Anniversary Independence is tomorrow. 

And the party started on Friday night.  Hopefully I'll be back in shape for tomorrow's exciting events.

I'm off to nurse my poor self...laters!

To finish on a good note look at the picture below...Poor girl...all she wanted was alcohol...LOL

Of course she didn't drink it...! But she wouldn't drink water either.  Stubborn kiddo.  And yet so cute.  

When It Rains It Damn Pours

This is not what I was initially planning on posting.  But halfway through the post, I decided not to publish it.  It caught me raw while writing it.  It was about my tenth pet peeve.  So I'll scribble something about it without going into details.  Another time.

Hubby just walked in moaning about the bite I stamped on his neck and how 'all dem smallies laffin' at him'.

Men! Cyah live wiv dem and cyah kill dem... *me eyes rolling so high umma cryyy*

Good night!

P.S: Post title is irrelevant to what I wrote...

I Hate It. Period.

Since one of the reasons I blog is to moan so I thought of dedicating a post to everything that I hate.  My pet peeves in other words.  That should have been the title of this post but I prefer 'I Hate It.  Period.'  A sentence I started using when I found out that I can hate things.  It's alright to hate.  It's even healthy - sometimes.  A balance you need to re-focus.  To put things into perspective.  Hating something helps you move forward.  Just as loving does too.  But there's something about hatred that makes you want to prove to others that you're not weak.  More than love makes you want to.  It's much easier to give up on love than hatred.

Anyway, here's my list.  You won't find everything but some of them.  Some of them which I want you to know about.

1.  Lies are unacceptable.  Unless you're lying to your parents.  I lie to mine too.  I always have an excuse for such a terrible behaviour though.  Not all parents are their children's best friends.

2.  Real hot food pisses me off.  Especially when I'm hungry.  Starving.  I like to dig in as soon as I get my plate and not have to wait for another 10 minutes for the meal to cool down.  Also, do not try to hustle me while I'm eating.  I'd hate you for a long long time.  :)

3.  Centipedes! Roaches! Rats! I go OCD-ish if I happen to see one.  Like last night, I almost screamed down my house.  Went to switch off the laptop and entered the bedroom when I saw it.  A centipede.  Huge huge one.  Hubby jumped off from the bed and rushed outside to get a broom.  That sight robbed me of a good night's sleep.  Ewwwgghhh...

4.  Not leaving messages when you call.  Do I need to say more?!

5.  Bad breaths.  My diplomacy flies into thin air if your breath smells like dead-for-days rats.  Involuntarily my nose would twitch and gives away my disgust.  Brushing your teeth is not that difficult a task right?! I've missed a couple of days too but I make sure I don't utter a bloody word or stand at least a few inches away.  (Oh if you smoke, a cigarette will take care of that bad breath.  Just a pointer! :D )

6.  Don't you hate it when people motion you with their fingers? Come here! I need to talk to you.  Or a couple of pssts just to get your attention so that you have to walk to them to find out what they want!  I rudely stay put and shout, "What ya want?" or "Yeah? Can I help?" or "Excuse me?!" The latter makes them look at me as if I've gone mad.  As if I was the rude one.  Pffttt...

7.  I don't like feeling OCD-ish.  The worse part of it manifests when I need to go out.  In a hurry.  As it is, I can't really hustle.  Anytime I change clothes I need to have a shower.  Else I'd be itching all over.  You'd see me scratching my skin until I eventually wash it.  A pain in the arse if you ask me.

8.  Mothers who don't discipline their children.  For example, a few months ago, a relative of mine brought her child over.  The child carries a disruptive behaviour.  No matter where he is.  That day, he was running around and losing calories in the process.  He really needs it anyway.  Well he thought it'd be cool to bite my precious baby (not really mine and it's a long story).  Of course it hurt.  Aggressive that he is.  However the mother was all calm and apologetic.  Not really apologetic but trying to act it out.  She didn't even try to reign in her kid.  The nasty child got away with a "It's not nice to bite people".  Really?!

9.  Wives who don't stick by their husbands.  Those who prefer making money miles away to carrying out their wifely duties.  Stick by your man.  Stick by your vows.  No matter what.  Period.

10.  Last but not least - I'll tell you in another post.  Coming soon... :)

Now your turn to tell me yours!

A Song, A Moment, You and Me

Yesterday afternoon, I've been chilling out with hubby in his car.  He was toying with his latest gadget.  A better and much improved car sound system.  To use his own words, his car is his biatch and my rival!  I don't have any misgivings towards such reverence.  After all, the car is an inanimate object.  That is, when he's not driving it.  And when he does it's like a love-making session.

Shoot me! I'd never understand why boys/men love cars so much.  Just like men can't understand why women love the color of pink?

Anyway while he was fine-tuning the car system he'd play the CDs I'd made him.  One song brought it all back.  The good memories.  The bad ones.  The love.

It still amazes me how some of us associate events, be it a crisis or a happy moment, to a particular song.

Hubby and I got many songs like that.

But the best of all is this one:

MySpace Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Press Play and Enjoy!

Strictly Words

I don't think I've made myself clear enough on the reasons I've chosen to have a new blog.

Yes I do want to go incognito.  Incognito for the people around me, who will use anything they can get their hands on against me.  In a way I've become popular thanks to their hatred for me.  I get called by my name when I'm out and I don't even know them.

Then there is a couple of people I welcome as friends.  Included them in my life and gave them access to more than is expected on first meetings.  I usually talk a lot if I like the person.  And tend to say much more.  That's one of my personal issues I intend to rectify with time.  I know it won't happen overnight.

Realization dawned on me a few days ago.  Usually, I let my guards down when, for the first time, I bump into a friendly face.  So if you want to be in my good books you better behave when you see me and smile a lot! LOL

It'd take me a while to really 'put a label' on you.  And whilst I'm still processing the reason God sent you my way, many things can happen.  Like I hear some dirty/nasty details on you from a trusted source.  Or your behaviour changes and your true colors surface.  Or, taking advantage of my trust and friendship.  I'll drop you faster than a hooker dropping her panties.  My cynicism tells me nobody is perfect, including me.

Last but not least, hubby started reading my blog - which I don't really mind because I never say anything bad about him - and I felt pressured in a way.  Believe me, I like it when I see tears in his eyes while perusing my posts.  But I need my own space.  Where I can praise him, or not.  Like he told me once, he feels good when he tells his friends about me and the love I shower upon him.  With me not being there, he feels proud to talk about me.  Whenever we have some 'words', after make up he'd confess his love and to what lengths he goes to let everyone knows about the extent of his adoration for me.  A flippant "But you should prove your love to me and not to your friends!" and he would say that I don't understand.  It's only after last week I started to understand.  (Hallelujah!!)

After speculating/deliberating for a long time, I came to terms with my own private battle and opted to 'leave him out'.  To have my own space.  A space where I don't have to watch what I say or do.  A space where I can be myself.  A space where no one can point fingers at me and say "I thought you liked me and that we were friends?"  (Yeah right!)

And a space where I can wash away my guilt - so to speak - and to 'reset/clear' my conscience.

Now if you're still wondering then may I say,

"It's my life and I do what I want.  So what if I'm a coward and 'hiding behind words'? Like I said, it's my life."

A still tongue keeps a wise head but at the same time words are mightier than swords!

It's Ready!

Okay.  I'm almost done tweaking my blog save for some minor changes which I'll finish at a later time.

Now it's time to invite my loyal and trustworthy friends to read my posts.

I'm still debating on whether to transfer some posts from the old blog to this one.

Anyway, it's time for me to update my social profiles (excluding Facebook) and get things going!

One love...

A New Beginning

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

A quote by Seneca which I find truly inspiring.

I was torn between leaving my old blog and creating another one.  As wise people would say, "Sleep on it child and you will come to a decision the following morning".  It is proven scientifically that our brain functions better after a good night's sleep or a deep slumber.

So here we are.  Again.  Another blog.  Another URL.

This time I'm keeping it on the low.  I don't think I'll even let hubby in on it.  We'll see.

I contemplated buying a domain but then I talked myself out of it.  Why spend money when I have many other free options huh? Or maybe I'm stingy! Whatever...

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