Sunday, February 21, 2010

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Your Life in Nine Pictures

Yes, I stole this from Jamie's old blog, but I've meaning to do it forever.

Everyone should do this.
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Pick an image.
c. Copy each image URL into Mosaic Maker.
d. Change rows to 3 and columns to 3.
e. Save the image and post it.

The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite colour?
3. What is your favourite food?
4. Favourite drink?
5. Dream vacation?
6. Favourite hobby?
7. What you want to be when you grow up?
8. What do you love most in life?
9. Best self-description?

Mine:
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Friday, February 5, 2010

Watching Some Good Friends Scream, "Let Me Out"

The hardest part of being away from everyone in Trinidad is that I see things happening to my friends and can't do anything about it. I can chat to them on MSN, Facebook, or Skype all I want, but I can't be there to nod, hug, cry, or scream in person.

It doesn't matter if it's fabulously fun times they have that they want to talk about, or the times when they just want to curl up and cry.

Ed mentioned a story today involving a projector, and how they hung out in Kaster's room playing music. But I wasn't there for any of that. So I can't "LOLOL" like I would do if I still lived there.

There's the negative things that happen to them too, that make me feel helpless. Drama, depression, anxiety, frustration, stress, whatever it is, all I can do is message them back and offer an emoticon or two. For someone as mothery (hell, my nickname is Momma) and empathetic as I am, all I want to do is hug my friend and tell them it's gonna be okay.

In the long, non-depressing term, I'm glad I left Trinidad. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was jumping with joy to get away from my friends, or like I was annoyed as hell to see them again in Toronto. But after three years, the lack of efficiency and close-mindedness of the country will get to you, as I know after sixteen years it has gotten to my friends. So leaving the country, I was fine with. Leaving the friends, not so easy.

OKAY, so this is my Swan Song post. Fuck only KNOWS why it's hitting me, ooh, oh, seven months after leaving Trinidad. But this afternoon, in a massive joint conversation, Jamie, Eddie and I linked each other to dozens of different photos from our lives together, as well as YouTube videos of songs that describe our lives. THEY REALLY  DO, THOUGH - the soundtracks from Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Boom Boom Pow.

This was pretty badly written. But it is, like I said to those guys today, it's like we're on this big emotional ROLLERCOASTER! and I suppose that affects my writing skillz.

The weird thing is, Tony is really close with his friends from Dhaka, which is were we lived before Trinidad. And after we moved to TNT he still talked to those guys, and when he graduated, he went to Paris with them. Now, I am still really close with the Trini peeps. And I totally see us going on trips around the world until we're old and have to ride around in those little golf carts in the airports instead of walking like normal young fit spry people.

I wish I could teleport.