Ow...Ouch! Ah!!!!

In reply to my friend's post about the Dragon's Twelve Exercise, my legs are killing me!
It was given to us during a P.E. SBA examination for practical karate.The exercise begins by doing 12 pushups, 12 jack-knife crunches and 12 squats with reverse punches. Easy huh?! It is... until you reach the next set of 11 pushups, crunches and squats, then 10 ... all the way down to 1. I'm okay with the push ups and the jack knives but my legs are my weak point. I can do squats but at the rate Sensei made us do them was ridiculously demanding of my muscles.
Now, a whole day after, I can barely walk down a flight of stairs, sit in a chair or even walk properly. After this aweful experience I've come to a conclusion: When my legs feel better (lol), I will attempt a Dragon's Twelve everyday.
...No I'm not barking mad... I have been challenged and now I wish to overcome the Dargon's Twelve. If I get really good at it, I'll have reached a new bench mark in sacrifice and self-discipline...

P.E. CSEC

Why would our school make P.E. a compulsory CSEC subject?!
It's ridiculous! My guess is they want everyone, including those taking Business subjects to have a 'fake' science/Biology. But in reality, for those taking Biology, P.E. is redundant and takes up a subject spot that I could have used for Computer Studies or Technical Drawing!!
Anyways I leave you with this awesome video of a great song!

So End-of-Year exams are approaching.
Gonna be fun :-)... nah :-(....

I should be studying as I'm writing this but then again I don't feel as guilty because I did do some Biology earlier so... yeh. Past papers like I'm crazy!! I'm just wondering if I'm gonna be able to cope with a whole year's work. Although, I always do so I can't get why I'm so worked up this time around. I guess it's because it's Form 4 after all, but still. Studying sucks...

Can't someone invent a Study-O-Matic... you know, a helmet like thingy that 'injects' the information directly into your brain!? Fun huh?

Well I leave you with this quote:

"Levi, just shut up."- My Loving Sister

Thai is The Stuff!

Yesterday, on returning from sailing, we planned to go out to get something to eat. Well in my mind I was thinking along the lines of Subway, Burger King... but we had dressed up just in case... 'cause we were heading to Tamnak Thai! Only because my Dad had eaten there not to long before and said the food was delish( courtesy Rachel Ray). Well was he right! I'd never actually eaten Thai food before, being a Trini- haha.But My mother and sister are the epitome of Trini. Everytime we go to a restaurant, the order CHICKEN and will not touch the shrimp or beef or pork. Why? "Because we like chicken and I just don't know if I'll like the other stuff," - Steups (sucking teeth).

Anyway to the point... Thai food is awsome - all the spices, peanut sauces, curries! And jazmine rice with your order. The drinks are great too - smoothies, martinis and red wine (although the wine was a bit too room temp. - coulda been a bit cooler).
Our favourite was the Veggies in Green Curry.

Maybe you can try it out. It's round the Sanannah.

April 20th...

It's extremely scary... Am I really expected to know this chemistry for CSEC?! That's absurd!
I can breeze through quite a bit of a physics past paper but when it comes to Chemistry... well to put it simply, "I SUCK!!"
Next....

I went to swimming today. Yes, Scouts' Swimming. Hmm... I've accepted the fact that I am a delinquent when it comes to scouting, but why must it be so? I don't get anything passed, I don't go to any events, heck all I do is swim and sail and frankly I hate that. So why not just try harder one might ask. Well I think I would have if the solution was so simple but the fact of the matter is... it's not that simple.
Monday- I've given up the main scout day for Physics lessons.
Tuesday- Swim
Wednesday- Swim
Thursday - No scouting
Friday - Sailing
Saturday - Laziness!!!
Sunday - No scouting
Next...

I've made up a nice sounding chord progression on the piano! Too bad I haven't made a melody...
Key of C minor.
Should probably work on a melody. I mean, what good is a bunch of chords without a melody, anyone can do that. Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm just anybody/nobody... Haha stupid sob story. Who gets emotional over not making up a melody for a song?... WOW.

Thank You for reading my most random post to date!

P.S. - I write like this when I'm bored... so expect loads. *dramatic horror music (the kind that goes ' dah dah dahhh...' on three Minor lower notes) hehe *

New Music...

Music is my escape... I guess... Thing is that I've been listening to weird music these days. Stuff like Mother Mother...

Home-work... Bad

What's the deal with homework guys. To continue stimulating the brains of the students outside of school? Doesn't really help me, I could be studying with the time it takes to do the damn homework. It also creates added stress for us when we fail to complete the given assignments. I know my peeps at school agree with what I'm saying. Abolish homework! Our brains need a break!
But no... now we have penalties for not doing homework. They call our parents, even send us home. I'm the one getting an education here. If I, on my own discretion, disregard the given homework as unnecessary, then it's my choice! Why do teachers care so much? They get paid anyway... Jeez.

Coldplay

What an awesome band. I was just going through the Viva La Vida album, rekindling my love for songs like Yes and Strawberry Swing. Can't forget classics like Clocks and Speed of Sound though.
I've got a friend who won't listen to them because they're too 'Indian' (referring to the stereotype that Trinidadian Indians listen to Coldplay...wow). Well Sean just doesn't know what he's missing out on, a unique and completely individual style of music Coldplay has mastered.

Coldplay all the way!!!

Macbook..yay!

So soon I'll be ordering my 1st laptop, a Macbook hopefully. Up until now I've been a Windows user... so I'm excited for the change.
I'm also considering buying an iPod Touch but not sure if it's worth it. You see, I've had a bit of bad luck with mp3 players in the past. My 1st major one, a Creative Zen: Vision M, fell to its demise down the staircase in my house. And only a few weeks ago, I return from Camp to find my Zune 80, after having been used by my sister, not working and without any simple remedy. So I'm considering buying the touch as so many of my friends have it and it's awsome!! But I don't want another device to crash on me after only a year...

Atheism? Why?...

Okay so I'm having a bit of confusion with my religion etc. It's just a time when I know too much to simply have the kind of 'blind' faith. But I'm searching, not giving up like others I know... friends who've bidden the Lord farewell for now (while still pretending to know and follow him).
Friends who are proud atheists in school...
But why?
-What is the point of life then, my purpose? Religion is purpose...
-Who can I go to then? God is our comforter and strength...
-How can he be real? How can he not...
-Evolution...Probably led by God
-Big Bang... Has anyone ever read Genesis??Light came 1st then the sun... how could anyone just make that up in the time the bible was written?
- And I hate to make the whole thing seem so simple but last and probably least - I'd rather go through life believing in God to find out that there is no God than to not believe and find out that there is...

Make sense? It should... Atheism is as ridiculous as atheists see religion...

Scrubs....May You R.I.P.

So today I watched My Finale... the last episode of Scrubs. A part of me died inside... okay not really but I'm really sad :(
J.D's hilarious neediness, Dr. Cox's relentless insults, the mad rantings of the janitor... I'm gonna miss them.

May you rest in peace Scrubs...

Short Story for English Tomorrow...

The door of the old country house creaked on its hinges before slamming shut behind her. In her hands she held the letter, the one that could change everything, and with utmost care, she proceeded to open it. Nevertheless, Mrs. Benson’s trembling hands let the piece of paper fall to the ground, not yet unfolded. She slowly bent down to retrieve it, sat down in one of the old kitchen chairs and began to read the letter from the military. When she had finished, she ran.

“Freddy!” she bellowed, her hair flowing behind her like a long, auburn river. Spotting him under an apple tree in the orchard reading in the morning sunlight, she ran over to her son pulled him up by the arm, looked him square in the eye and said, “They’re back.”

“P-p-pa?” he stammered. His mother just nodded quickly and pulled the six year old back to the decrepit house to get dressed. She put on her best dress and perfume, he, his best shirt and pants. Then they left, but only after she had wiped a smudge of dirt from his freckled face. She held him tightly at her side while they walked along the narrow road. This was the moment.

Fifteen minutes later they had arrived in the town, where a throng of women and children had already gathered. There were smiling faces and hugs and kisses being shared all around by reunited families. They searched continuously, pushing through men in uniforms and well dressed women until Mrs. Benson, holding her son’s hand, stopped to ask a passing woman, “Where might the others be?”

“Over there,” she replied quietly and solemnly, pointing over the heads of the families.

“Thank you.”

They headed off in the direction the woman had shown them, looking around constantly.

“What does daddy look like?”

She froze for a second before sighing and pulling Fred along. He had only been three when his father went off to war after all.

But then the mood around them changed, weeping replaced laughter and tears replaced smiles. Where had the woman directed them to? Suddenly they broke free from the crowd and a horrifying sight shocked Mrs. Benson. The lady had sent them to rows of coffins where those who didn’t make it lay. In complete denial, she began to walk away when Freddy broke free from her grip and ran to one of the wooden boxes.

“Char-lie B-en-son,” he muttered, his eyes fixated on one of the plaques on a coffin. At that moment his mother dropped to her knees by his side and began to weep. Fred tried to comfort her with the stroking of her hair but he couldn’t share her distress. He didn’t feel much distress. He could only watch her cry and wonder why.

Let me know what you think. I kinda' cut the end short. I'm terrible at expressing feelings so I left it at that...something I need to work on in my writing...

Holy Confusion!?

I stared up at the magnificent full moon, more a pale yellow than white, my CD of James Ehnes playing "Paganini's 24 Caprices for Violin" soothing everyone in the car... well except for my sister who hates the stuff; leaving my mom and I. So I sat in the front passenger seat, ridiculously swaying my hands like a conductor to the music, as we turned a corner and my church came into view. The girls (Sarah, Leah, Alicia, Rebecca and Tracy) were already waiting along with our pastor who was chatting away with another man, brother Paul. Some sat in the ring of chairs that had been set out in the lawn, others preferring to stand in clusters not too far away. We pulled into the front of the church and stepped out of the vehicle not generating more than couple upward glances with the exception of little Leah, the youngest of the group, who called out,"Good night!" before bouncing nonchalantly over to us to show off her new touch-screen MP4 Player she'd gotten for her birthday yesterday.
I guess the reason for this lack-luster response to our arrival was that my sister was too young to cause much excitement for anyone besides Leah and that I was more or less the outcast of the group. The term outcast not referring to them being exclusive but to the fact that I was different. For instance, I was the only one who didn't really use Trinidadian dialect, and the only teen who'd ever be caught playing a classical violin CD in the car (yes I do listen to normal stuff too).
"Okay gather around" announced Pastor Raul from the ring of chairs, signaling the beginning of Youth Meeting. The theme today was simply Good vs Evil and how to go to God in the battle with Satan. Amazing how such a simple topic could stir up so many thoughts and emotions inside of me. Nevertheless I sat through the meeting nodding where appropriate and bringing up a few contrasting views here and there. Only when I was back in the car heading back home did I realise that I didn't know my God and if my God was the one I'd learnt about from my Christian Religion, the God who would condemn a good person because he was a Muslim or a Hindu, then I'd disagree with him on certain things. But thankfully I believe that's not who God is, he is more righteous than that and I want to know him, to form a relationship with him and to love him.
But how...how to start...

First Post!!

So it's my first post and I guess I can give you and idea on what the hell's gonna be posted here.
So.... Well, I'm a teen guy living in Trinidad and Tobago and I guess imma give you the rundown of my life here in TnT (-Trinidad and Tobago, obviously). i guess it'll be a way for me to kinda improve my writing skills plus give you guys some thing interesting to read. So enjoy!! I'll probably start tommorow...