My Kids :P

Okay I'm officially going to need 6 kids... or maybe just 3 and then each of them can learn two...
Two whats? Instruments of course!!
Kid 1: Cello and Violin
Kid 2: Piano and Guitar (Classically trained but able to play contemporarily as well)
Kid 3: Bass Giutar and Drums (the ultimate contemporary child!!)

But if that's not possible they at least have to learn the cello and violin. Those two are just the most amazing sounding things on earth. Especially when paired to play something like Handel-Halvorsen Passacaglia!!!

I'm stuck with piano really and a bit of drums... I've always wanted to learn the violin though but now I think I'd chose the cello over that. It just has that haunting,mysterious, Victorian sound about it that makes you melt...
Anyways here's a little video showcasing the awesomeness of the two instruments.

Does God Hate Haiti?

Recently in school my friend joked,"Why does God hate Haiti?" A fairly good question though, given the circumstances. Honestly, I was looking at the Hope For Haiti concert last night on TV (was quite good actually, made me feel all that world unity stuff) and one Reverend of some church in the US called and was speaking to Steven Spielberg. She said that it was an uneasy time in church and it was difficult to explain to the kids, why God would cause such a disaster. I wondered how exactly they explained that one...

But previously, after my friend had asked the question, I'd gone to Dad, as I usually do with any religious question. Note that we are Christians but have a very open view of who God is.
Dad's theory (and I quite like it) is that God created the earth... and earthquakes happen on earth... He basically said that the view that God is some guy sitting in the sky wondering,"What should I do tomorrow?" is quite the misconception of his nature. Sure, the earthquake happened, but that doesn't mean that God made it happen. I sorta got the gist of what he was trying to say and that's my interpretation.
But I can't deny that the atheists are gonna have a feast with this one :P
(No offence to any of my readers if they're atheists... but cummon' guys, it's a stupid decision - I'm not saying to be a Christian - but just find a religion people!)

Forbidden Fruit

After listening to my grandfather and parents speak a few minutes ago, I began to wonder why all the 'best' fruits seem to disappear. They were talking about how long it's been since they've seen this type of fig (not the sweet, seed filled type but something resembling a purple banana) and granddad said that it is supposed to be one of the most delicious types of fig and is found virtually nowhere anymore... Now why the hell is that?! How does it make any sense that the best fruits are always the rarest. And this isn't the first time I've heard it - there's hog-plums and special cherries and weird named fruits with soft, hairy exocarps. 

If a fruit is delicious, wouldn't you try to plant it  everywhere or keep a tree in you yard or something? 

That's when I began thinking... what if these fruits only became known as the best after they'd become rare, if everything was purely psychological. After not tasting them for tens of years, the brain, in memory, seems to just pick out the good qualities of said fruits and it exaggerates them. It's the concept of the forbidden fruit, literally. 

This was all just something I was thinking about. I don't know what its like in other places but here in T&T people seem to always want what they can't have, even if it's not a good as they think...

Mr. Mahraj

Imagine the man above without the turban, revealing a shiny bald head. And there is the picture of Mr. Mahraj. Who is he?

A friend of my father. He claims to be 90 years old (Dad is completely convinced, but Mom has her doubts) but who can tell without a birth certificate, right? The reason we're a bit dubious is because this man moves about like he's 45... and sometimes younger. The man goes trekking through the forest all the time (I've been with him) and we've seen him sprint up stairs that even my mother would take her time on. It's really quite a sight.
Now that's quite alright with me. But Dad calls this man his 'guru' and it's supposed to be a joke but sometimes we're not all that sure. Mr. Mahraj is always going on about meditation and the subconscious mind and the kind of suff you'd know about if you've seen The Secret, except it's more like The Secret Extreme.

But Dad's inviting Mr. Mahraj to teach us Hindi. Now don't get me wrong, it's good to learn about your heritage and all that but honestly, I couldn't care less about learning Hindi at this point in my life. It's a useful language in the business community, which I don't intend to become part of, and as a Trinidadian/ Citizen of The UK I don't see how Hindi becomes useful to me in the near future.

Another peeve of mine with this whole thing is that Dad seems so intrigued by Mr. Mahraj's youthfulness (obviously not from his looks as shown above but you know...) and it's a bit annoying, frankly, when Dad goes on about these different ways to stay fit and healthy. My point is, when you get old, you get old. Simple as that. Do enough in your young life so that you feel content when you're older. Of course that doesn't mean you have to completely neglect yourself but I'd rather get old than do extreme yoga and nasal drinking (yes... I said nasal drinking) every morning and kneeling down after meals because it's 'the right way to digest food'.

I guess that the whole point of this post was to say - "Get over it Dad!!"
;)

Je Te Louerai

"Hakuna wakaita sa Jesu!"... World Fellowship Sunday is approaching in the Mennonite church, to which I belong. Now let's get one thing straight, we are not Old Order Mennonites. We are not unusually conservative or technophobic. We're basically another bunch of protestants :)
Anyways we're having a joint service on that Sunday. That's when all the Mennonite congregations in Trinidad and Tobago (which are only a few) gather at one of the churches and this year it's at our Diego Martin church, the first one to be built here actually. Guess who's on the worship team for that service!
You see, the whole World Fellowship Sunday is all about mixing all the cultures in the Mennonite Church around the world so we try to sing different songs from all over the place! This year we've got 'Hakuna Wakaita' and 'Je Louerai l'Eternel' (though we'll sing that one in English... boring...) and Dad even found us a Hindi Christian song! So that one's in there. I'll most probably be playing the piano, keyboard, drums or singing, despite my pathetic lack of vocal skills - but hey... I can carry a melody so I guess that's good enough.  I'm looking forward to that. It's the first time the Trinidadian church has participated in this event so hopefully we'll do it justice.

In the search for 'Je Louerai l'Eternel' on Youtube I came across this other great French Christian song and I really like it. Just thought I'd share it with you guys!

Yours Aren't This Bad... Trust Me

Hey guys. I'm fuming right now. Raging really. Why?
My sister.

Honestly, I think ours is the worst kind of sibling rivalry. It's just her obstinate, dominant nature and her unwillingness to listen to me. The situation tonight -

I'm in the living room trying to use the internet on my laptop because Granddad had to borrow our modem from upstairs. She's playing guitar because the living room doubles as a music room. Simple facts -
1. She can take the guitar from the room
2. I can't take the laptop from the internet
So if the guitar was bothering me, do you think that it's wrong of me to point out those differences and ask her to leave? And don't even suggest for a second that it was way I asked her because I consciously kept my tone casual in the futile attempt to avoid an argument. Of course she mutters some bloody reply about me "not having some work to do?" or something of the sort. I tripped off. I happen to be doing a lot of that lately. So it soon turned into a full blown argument and Mom was no help in the resolution as for some reason she lacks the ability to punish - Is it that hard to take away half of her allowance or guitar or something? Anyway, Mom does her usual part of rebuking her harshly and when my sister refuses to come upstairs as asked, Mom gives up.

Things cleared up afterward too many details really but I'm still pretty pissed.
She's always doing things like that:
Putting down a piece of garbage and running away so that I [with my spotless conscience ;) ] am forced to pick it up.
Purposely doing something to annoy me even when it requires some serious effort on her part.
She won't even give me a hug on special occasions or a kiss on the cheek no matter how much I try to be the sweet older brother.

I don't know what to do anymore, really...

Why'd They Give Her Bieber?

Thursday was my sister's birthday so we had a bunch of her friends over yesterday just to hang out and whatever. I've got to say though, my sis has got a great bunch of friends and you know what? Good for her!
I mean, on Thursday, one of her friends took a cake that their mom had made for her and the class threw a little surprise party for her. And two girls whose birthdays were both on Wednesday, had no such luck... though they still got some cake from my sisters 'party'. When I met them here on Saturday, they seemed pretty cool, for 12-13 year old's, that is. So I guess I'm glad that she's got a solid group of friends and apparently she's sorta' popular... in the funny, cool girl way. The only problem I have with her friends is....
that one of them gave her the Justin Bieber CD.

Okay, I don't like him but I'm not a hater, I just think that a 15 year old guy shouldn't have a recording contract at that age. I mean, his voice is not gonna' stay that way forever and you can't guarantee that it'll change for the better... Look at Britney Spears. Plus, he's only popular because there are a bunch of shallow girls out there who think he's  "sooo cute!". His music really isn't that great.

This was just a quick double post :)

School Again...

Time once again, to return to that dreadful place of knowledge and learning, where only the company of other suffering souls can subdue the pain.
Nah... I'm just kidding :D
School's not that bad I guess. There are friends and the few odd fun teachers to look forward to having and the end of work-fasting can be nice at times... Okay only something that I would say. I know...
As usual we're probably not going to get our report books back until next week or the week after, but a few teachers gave us our grades anyway...

- Physics - 81% - Top in the form!!(According to Mr. Castillo - I hope he's not going to make me look like an idiot when someone tells me that they got 82% or something.) And yes I'm boasting okay... I think I deserve it. Plus I'm way to reserved in school to make a fuss there so here's the place to do it!!
- Biology - 86% - (I think. My memory's not so good... :P) Top in the class
- French - 79% - Top in the class too :)
- English Lit. - 86% - Top in the class :D
Don't know the rest yet...

Okay, this is not a self-centered type of post... Well it is really but aren't they all? Plus I'm sure I'm not making anyone feel bad - you guys don't even go to my school... for all you know its a low standard run down piece of rubbish. But it's not... so now you know better.
This is just to let you guys know that this blog is not written by a complete idiot who spends his nights wasting time writing on a blog. I get my work done :)

I'm probably going to look  back later and realise what a horrible, pompous jerk I seem like and I'll wish I'd never posted this. But I'm sort of floating from those marks right now so I'll wait until I come down before feeling the shame...

Yay! Beyonc... Huh?!

Beyonce's performing on my B'day (hehe - who got that joke?) in February and I am was so excited!!!

Why is that 'am' scratched out? Well on the first day of sales, all the bloody tickets were sold out! I know... What the HELL??!!

Another thing that's been bugging me is that with all this talk of the times being hard and cutting back, people still have no problem spending $1600 TTD (about $260 USD) on a 'VVIP' ticket... Now who's ever heard of VVIP?? It's not even a backstage pass, just some piece of paper that says I'm more important that you and you get to be separated from the rest of the crowd, who are dancing and mixing, because you're a freaking snob. A**holes... - pardon my French, even if it is censored.

I can wrap my mind around the $450 TTD (about $75 USD... I should let you guys do the math - I hope you can divide by 6) general admission tickets being sold out, but are people such squanderers that they're willing to pay $1600 to feel more special than everybody else? And trust me when I say that no one in Trinidad and Tobago is a Very Very Important Person... there aren't even any Very Important Persons!!

I don't know. Maybe I'm just upset because I didn't get a ticket. But I have a right to be don't I? It's my birthday... :(

Granddad! Journal?

My Grandfather is snoozing away in my sisters room.
Today, he arrived from England and as usual, my sister gladly gave up her room for him. Granddad is always coming down to little old T&T. It's all these places he's got rented out with uncooperative tenants and such things which fail to capture my interest. But it is nice having him around the house. His presence is just comforting when Mom's out or Dad's working late, even when he's tucked away in my sister's tiny four-walled thing that we allow to be called a bedroom.
With Granddad come gifts from Grandma of course. A bottle of La Nuit De L'Homme by Yves Saint Laurent (smells good!) and this awesome little journal with which I have taken a photo. (Webcams  make blogging so much easier :D)

Thanks Grandma!! (And I apologize for my goofy smile and curly hair which might completely freak her out because curliness was generally nonexistent the last time she saw me)
I love the Journal (yes... I will refer to it capitalized) and its awesome Black Moroccan design. I can't wait to start writing in it but I'm refraining because this one will be different to all the others that have come before.... All the others... were ruined on the first page :(.  Usually it was because I didn't like how my handwriting had looked or the pen or what I'd written. And this one is the most beautiful one I've had yet. So yes, this one will be The One.
But first I must learn how to journal. Because really, I've not the slightest clue! Maybe I'll write in it like a diary or maybe write poems and stories. Maybe I'll do both. Who knows!? This could be the beginning of a book your kid's will read someday... okay maybe a little over the top there...
Anyways, I'd really like to thank Grandma for being such a door opener for me, just with this simple gift.
Awww... isn't that sweet... :D

Okay Guys I Need Your Help

This is just a quickie post guys and I need your help! Tell me if you think this new template is better or the old one (you know...the dice floating around in greenness?) - also is there a follow button anymore? Comment!!

New Year Resolutions?

Let's see... what do I resolve to do differently in the new year? Absolutely Nothing!!
I don't know why people seem to think that they have to set goals for the new year?? Does a arbitrary concept of measuring time really mean that much to us? I'll just decide to things on my own time...
But still I may as well list some things that I've resolved to do before and aren't quite completed yet:
1. Read a lot more. But that's on its way. These days I can't seem to put down the books and I have a pile on my desk that I need to work through - mainly form Christmas. I just have to work on maintaining that pile. If for one second, the pile ceases to exist, then I will probably have a relapse of my lazy, non-reading ways.
2. Learn mouth to mouth resuscitation. I need to learn this for my practical CSEC PE examination in swimming. Scary huh? I think so...
3. Dramatically improve my piano playing.
4. Learn to play the guitar.

Erm.... that's all for now folks... what about you guys?

The Host

The Host is finished, at 2 o'clock on New Years morning. I loved it. For once finishing a book wasn't that bad because I know that Stephanie Meyer intends to release two sequels to The Host, although the wait may kill me.

For those who think Stephanie Meyer books like the Twilight Saga are for girls (and I have no idea where that rubbish originated from) I'll have you know that it was a group of guys that first attacked me with them, insisting that I read them. Besides, can any well written, best-selling book be truly classified for one sex? That's just ridiculous.
So The Host did have a bit of a mushy love story involved though it didn't overwhelm the book the way it did in Twilight. It tells the story of a soul, a wormlike alien parasite whose race has taken over the world, who finds herself in a resistant adult host. The host's name is Melanie Stryder and she will not be erased. Melanie fills Wanderer's head with images of her love Jared and little brother Jamie (Wanderer is the soul by the way). Due to her human emotions, Wanderer falls in love with Jared and Jamie from these memories. She sets out to find them in the desert where supposedly there is a human resistance in hiding and Melanie and Wanderer befriend each other. On the brink of death, thirsty and starving, they are found by the humans and taken to their underground fortress in a cave system. At first they are kept as prisoners but soon they are integrated into the society and make a few close friends. The story is centered around Wanda's experiences living in the human society and her 'betrayal' of the souls' way of life as well as colonization mission.
It was amazing - Read It!! Can't wait for the other two.
So I'm starting The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman today. And to add to the previous list of books that I have to read, my Dad's friend gave me Blink by Malcom Gladwell. I've read Gladwell's Outliers and was intrigued by the ideas there so I'm excited to read this one.

The Kitchener

Yum... Chocolate chip cookies. Today I performed the manly task of baking cookies. They were pretty good actually. I can never get cookies to be perfect circles though. But I was happy enough that the house wasn't burnt to a crisp by the time I was finished (I was home alone). I think Mom might have been upset if that had happened.

Mainly the only thing I watch on television is Food Network - if I want to see anything else I just use Surfthechannel.com.

Cooking and baking just seem extremely fun to me. How macho, right? I think it's the chemistry involved - seeing all the little reactions and products. Like on Boxing Day, when we made a huge lunch, I offered to make the cheese sauce for the vegetables. It involved making a white sauce, which involved making a roux, something I'd seen done many times on television and was extremely eager to try at home. A roux is a thickening agent made of equal parts flour and butter. After cooking that for a bit, I added the milk. For the first couple of minutes, I was scared that I'd done something wrong, as I often do when I cook, because the milk remained the same consistency. Eventually though, it began to thicken up and when that happened, it happened fast! In no time, I was stirring a saucepan of extremely thick, creamy white sauce and frankly, I was ecstatic at having done it properly. Those are the small things that make time in the kitchen a joy.

But mainly the things I make are foreign dishes and I really want to get more into the local cuisine (Mom will teach me). You guys who aren't from Trinidad have to try:

-Curried Chana and Aloo(Chick Pea and Potato Curry)

-Doubles (Street food but so good - I could eat a million of these)

-Trinidadian Curried Chicken

-Callaloo

-Paratha Roti (which is a bit different to it's original Indian namesake) *with curried chicken

-Dhalpuri Roti *with curried chicken

-Stewed Chicken

I've mostly listed the Indian influenced dishes as that's what I'm exposed to being of Indian descent.

But the Indian and Creole culinary influences mix here, to produce a variety of interesting and absolutely delicious dishes. We can be a bit conceited at times though, always complaining how bland American and British cuisine is in comparison. But that's mainly the ignorant view of the less exposed - though our food really is THAT good =)

Two down... Four to go!!

Remember those books I got? Well I finished I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak and The Giver by Lois Lowry. 

I Am The Messenger

Once again, I was blown away with Zusak's writing style. He narrates this story in the 1st person as Ed Kennedy, the epitome of mediocrity. Ed is an underage cabdriver whose life until now has been absolutely uninteresting in every possible way. He has only three real friends, a smelly, glutenous but lovable excuse for a dog and his mother hates him. But everything changes after Ed's uncharacteristic reaction to a bank robbery. He begins receiving playing cards in the mail, aces with address and names. Ed Kennedy becomes the Messenger. 

Zusak's style is a favourite of mine. He narrates the story with a casual sort of language that seems real, if you know what I mean. Also his ability to not get lost in details is well respected. The characters still manage to appear real and Zusak is able to conjure up emotions in the reader, for the characters but he does so without a lot of unnecessary or dreary back-story and description. 

The one problem I found with this book is that (and I agree with the critics on this one) the ending is absolutely dreadful. The entire book flowed nicely and the ideas seemed well planned until the end of the story where it seems like Zusak got bored with the story and rushed off the ending because he was too tired to think of anything better. I mean, the whole book was rendered pointless by that epic failure of  an ending. 

I still recommend this book. Apart from the ending, it was really a good read and Zusak remains one of my favourite authors. 

The Giver is a more well known book. It is more a reflection on society, human nature and uniqueness than a casual read. It deals with the life of Jonas, a seemingly average youth growing up in the community. The story takes place sometime in the future when certain places adopt Sameness. Genetic scientists work to construct communities of people who do not see colour or hear music, who do not have religion nor birthdays. Everything is done orderly. Jobs are chosen for people, as are spouses and children. And there can only be 50 people of any age at one time. If more that 50 babies are born one year, they are 'released from the community' (killed - but the children do not know this), just as the Old are. The members of the community abide by the Rules which govern it and only one person is exempted from these rules, the Receiver. Jonas is chosen as the new Receiver and is trained by the old one, who is now known as the Giver. The Receiver holds the memories of times before Sameness and is held in high honor in the community. As Jonas learns though, he is horrified by what he discovers in the community and what has been lost due to the adoption of Sameness. 

I strongly recommend this book. The ideas and story are quite riveting and I promise you that the story will hold your interest from cover to cover. 

Okay it was good to get that out of my system... Now time to move on to The Host by Stephanie Meyer, then The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman ( I love a good controversial book - that's why I used to flaunt my Harry Potter's in church hehe), The Scarecrow by Michael Connelly and last but definitely not least, The Stand (Complete and Uncut edition) by Stephen King. That one I'm leaving for last, simply because of the sheer length of the damn thing! 

Those books are not related in anyway except that they are all fiction navels. I hate books that you have to consciously learn things from - like textbooks...

I really have my work cut out for me don't I. And there's the added stress of CSEC Examinations being in 4-5 months!! I'm going to be so stressed out! *Takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself for the next couple of months*

The Day After Boxing Day...

Today was a long day.
Church.
Nan(Grandmother)'s House.
Häagen-Dazs.
And finally home to cosy up in front of the television set with my Dad and sister, watching a pirated copy of Julie & Julia. 

Today was the perfect representation of the spontaneously planned days which seem to be favourites around the holiday periods. My aunt and cousins from southern Trinidad came up north this morning and met us in church where we stayed for the entire service before taking off to my Nan's place for lunch. We exchanged gifts and hung out there for a few hours - well until the evening time and then my aunt and cousins left.
"I need a little 'pick me up'", says Dad. End of conversation... Häagen-Dazs it is!
After waiting nearly a half hour to be served, eating, and then waiting maybe another half hour for the bill, we drove home: My sister with our mother and me with our father (they were using separate vehicles). Wait! Did I say we drove home! Well not before popping into one of those illegal pirated DVD stores and buying a copy of Julie & Julia. We felt a bit guilty. Honestly we did. Especially after we've spent eons complaining about how lawless this place is and feigning disbelief at the fact that the business has actually been up and running for what? Over a year now? But lets be honest guys, disbelief doesn't exist in this country. ANYTHING happens here. But contributing to that rubbish really hit us hard - no matter how convenient those stores are.
Nevertheless, as soon as we found ourselves inside the house, into the DVD player popped Julie & Julia. I really enjoyed it! From the previews I had no idea hat it had anything to do with food nor blogs but it had looked very good anyway. The acting was great (I've refrained from using phenomenal here even though it was my 1st instinct, as  I'm a 14 year old kid with probably terrible judgement of movie quality) and the movie really had some good ideas -
1. Butter (note: not margarine) is probably the most amazing edible product ever created (Screw cholesterol).
2. Blogs should always have a point (unlike mine).
3. Cooking and French are awesome especially when paired together.

White Winter Hymnal

Ok, so the title of this post is a Fleet Foxes song... I'm addicted okay?! They really are amazing and that song gives me the Christmas chills.  
Today I finally got that Christmas feel. Yes, the decorations were up, the tree was up, sorrel was made... but the 'Christmas' was missing. I think it because there was a lot of clutter around the house and it was only properly cleaned up today. Plus today Mom made her Christmas Fruit Cakes. And it's 'Cakes' because she makes for the entire world!! There's one for her boss, one for her mother... hard to keep track really. I helped her bake them so they taste great (Naturally- I mean come on, it's me!).
I've also been blasting Fleet Foxes' tunes from my Macbook's Logitech speakers all day. Songs like Tiger Mountain Peasant Song, White Winter Hymnal, Ragged Wood  and Mykonos.
I guess a combination of all of the above brought out the 'Christmass feel' and not a second too early. Christmas is on Friday people!
Hmm... now something to make this post actually worth your reading it :D:
Um... Oh... got one - Yesterday my Dad saw a policeman on his motorcycle, hit a guy as he was trying to cross the highway (what's new kids) and not stop. The guy apparently flew as high as our ceiling according to Dad. The highway was completely clear too and yet the policeman managed to find a way to hit the guy. It was one of those awkward situations where two people need to pass each other but keep stepping to the same side. Ridiculous really.
Well there you go - Now you've officially not wasted your time. Bye!

Avatar in Trincity

I've been spoilt by being taken to Movie Towne over the last few years since they opened. But today, the dusty memories of the old Globe Cinema, before the was a Movie Towne, emerged from their spots along with my other childhood memories. What caused this? A visit to the cinema in Trincity Mall. You see, for some odd reason, Movie Towne (the most modern and well designed cinema in the country), was not showing Avatar in 3-D and in our desperation to see the movie as it was meant to be seen, my father bought tickets in the next most popular cinema, in Trincity Mall.
Now after being in Movie Towne, in the massive, steeply graded theaters with well padded seats, large screens, alert ushers and an unnaturally polite audience, Trincity was a joke. Not that I didn't enjoy the movie. After a while, your surroundings fade away anyway, like reading a book. But still at first it was a bit of a culture shock to see how the other half of the country watches movies; in obscenely flat, small theaters and with the screen above you (so you have to look up at it). There was barely any space between your seat and the one in front of you and the aisle runs straight down the center of the theater with seats on either sides so that no one gets the perfect middle seat - unlike Movie Towne where the aisles are on the sides.
Apparently we weren't the only people who decided to go there only for the 3-D as one guy said when he walked in, "This place realll shitty boy!" (Pardon my language)
But the odd comments during previews are always fun. There is this KFC advertisement, where a guy holding  a box of chicken, walks up to a girl trying to change a tyre. Just watch...


As this commercial was finishing up - a woman's comment flies above the audience from somewhere behind me. "I woulda' hit him with that spanner!!" *entire crowd laughs*
Yup those are the things that you don't experience in Movie Towne with all the posh, quiet type people. :D
Nevertheless, we enjoyed the movie. Avatar was great! I love the way they used the 3-D effects, not to throw things at you, but to make you aware of the subtle details in the forest, like a passing branch or falling sparkly things from the magical brain tree-thing. You can tell I paid attention to names. Not only were the effects and animation very well done but the story was quite good too. The idea behind the show seemed quite original and the story progresses nicely without getting lost in The People's world too much. A lot of effort was obviously put into the making of this film and that wasn't lost on me.
I definitely recommend seeing this, whether for the 3-D, story or action (which was quite good by the way).

La Musique

Music... Why are some people afraid to tell the truth about their musical tastes? I'm going to come out about mine right here -

-I listen to any genre: Rock, R&B, Pop, Hip-Hop, Rap(very few songs but still some), Reggae(who could deny Bob), Dance 

-I have Britney Spears songs on my iPod

-In general I think British artistes are better than American ones (no offense to anyone)

-I think Beyonce and Christina Aguilera have amazing voices.

-I've just discovered Florence + The Machine and I love Bird Song and Kiss With a Fist.

-I criticize my sister for listening to Disney artistes.

- I am sometimes known among my peers for listening to music that no one has ever heard of and I like that. 

- I think Taylor Swift is average at best.

I hate genre haters. People who hate Rap... or those who think Rock is for white boys...?? I hate people who listen to music to fit in with the crowd that listens to that music. 

People who want to have a decent musical career should not be promoted, signed to or associated with Disney!

There are my thoughts about music :D

Everyone should come out about their quirky musical likes-

I'd like to hear some in comments. Who are you most embarrassed about liking and who do you like the most?

Awkward Situations

Don't you just hate awkward moments? Today Add. Maths lessons was crowded as usual and I guess my reaching a few minutes late didn't help the situation much. Taking one of the few seats available (with another empty one next to me) I sat down and started taking out my books. 

Then she walked in. 

Oh God...

I could tell she felt the same way I did by the frantic movements of her eyes as she scanned the class room for another seat- any other seat. But alas, all had been occupied excepting the one beside me. We both stiffened up as she sat down and began removing her stationary from her bag.

Notebook....

Textbook...

Pen...

Just focus on your work Levi!!

Hard to with her next to me. Neither of us looked up. Neither of us spoke. Just scribbled in our books. 

It would've continued for the full 2 hours if Ms. Redon hadn't asked her to go sit next to another girl and help her. I love you Ms. Redon... 

Okay I guess you're wondering by now is who is this girl?

You see, this girl was the most sought after chick in Primary School. Yes, what is wrong with 9-12 year old boys these days?! But moving on... when we left primary school and entered Secondary School... I somehow got her mobile number. One text led to another and soon I was telling her that I liked her and she telling me that she liked me. Note that all this time we hadn't seen each other since we left Primary School. Well we left it at that I mean really... two 12 year olds like each other but never see each other, nothing is gonna happen there. That was 3 years ago and this is the first time I'm seeing her again. You'd think we'd be over that by now and we are somewhat... we obviously don't think of each other as liking us but for some reason - knowing that the last thing we really said to each other was that we secretly liked each other was a bit unnerving. *Sigh* And me being the shy, self-conscious guy that I am probably didn't help much...