Now I'm not generally a person who has hate for people, however, I have come to have a very strong dislike of my soon-to-be ex-boss. The man is a repeat offender when it comes to speaking to me in a disrespectful and condescending manner.
I am also not generally a person who will stand for that and I have thus far held my tongue for a few reasons that are not really important; I realize now that there are no reasons for tolerating that type of behavior and in a few days I'll be gone.
The latest offense, like the previous ones, was uncalled for and undeserved. Basically, I was asked by a colleague to handle a few simple matters while he was away on emergency leave and my boss came to me and basically said that he should have been told about it and apparently neither myself nor my colleague had the "common sense" to tell him. Oh, and it was apparently unauthorized. Now I won't get into the details of what I was doing on behalf of my colleague but it is hardly anything I would think I needed permission for, and if so, why not just tell me what the problem is and educate me on the proper procedure so I won't repeat the mistake.
No.
He chose to belittle me and make me out to look foolish. Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished right? Well, I'm past done with this shit. I hoped that venting in my blog would make me feel a little better, y'know, get it all out, but I only feel marginally less pissed. Maybe I have an anger management problem, I've long suspected that. Maybe I should jump kick this fool for daring to talk to ME like that. Maybe, maybe.....
"I want to get away, I wanna fly awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, YEAH, YEAHH, YEAHHH!"
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Too Late To Apologize
Sittin at my desk typing up the words to go...YEAH, YEAH (Timbaland ad-lib), Thinkin bout the way we almost came to blows, (YEAAAH), You dissed me for the last time now I'm gettin ready to blow, (EHH, EHHH), I'm blowin outta town and headin out on my ownnnnnnnnnnn, cuz
Its too Late to Apologize, Its too late, Now I'm leavin out this place, I'm irate...
Whoa, ooo, whoa....
Whoa, oooo, whoa.........
Its too late to apologize,
Now I'm out the door.
The audacity, as if my name wasn't Ersk.
To think I'd stand for this, you clearly don't know Ersk.
I've had enough of this crap, 2008 belongs to me and me alone. I'm not sharing anymore of my time within the machine. No more cog, more like a pre-cog of things to come.
I'm gonna blow up like a pregnant elephant, or maybe just a nuke.
This is not a fluke.
Be advised, you're on notice.
Its too Late to Apologize, Its too late, Now I'm leavin out this place, I'm irate...
Whoa, ooo, whoa....
Whoa, oooo, whoa.........
Its too late to apologize,
Now I'm out the door.
The audacity, as if my name wasn't Ersk.
To think I'd stand for this, you clearly don't know Ersk.
I've had enough of this crap, 2008 belongs to me and me alone. I'm not sharing anymore of my time within the machine. No more cog, more like a pre-cog of things to come.
I'm gonna blow up like a pregnant elephant, or maybe just a nuke.
This is not a fluke.
Be advised, you're on notice.
Monday, November 5, 2007
My Weekend "Sell Off!!!!"
People, people, first and foremost for those unschooled in Jamaican slang (our shit is ever-changing, sometimes even I can't keep up), when we say something "Sell Off", we generally mean it was very good, remarkable, extraordinary even. For this post, lets go with remarkable.
That was my weekend, very remarkable.
Starting on Friday night, I attended the first part of my sistren, "Miss T's" Birthday Soiree (wtf is a soiree anyway? isn't that some sort of juice mix? heh) at Love Night Club. Now I don't go to Love very often, on account of the difficulty in finding parking and the grossly over-priced drinks but this was for Miss T's thing, and I would not have been anywhere else. The night was well wicked, we all had fun: multiple drinks (Blue Hurricanes for me), lots of dancing (oonu KNOW seh my waist SELL OFF!) and lots of laughter, pictures and merriment. I also met a few new acquaintances that I would be seeing again in the next 48 hours at T's house party....YES, there was a HOUSED PARTY too. Gotta love it. But we're not done here yet, after we squeezed all the fun possible out of Love, we headed back to T's spot so the ladies could change into more comfy gear (Men don't have that problem) and headed to an IHOP in Va (y Va, I have no idea, for the most part we all live in the DC/MD area). Got to the IHOP and expected it to be a little out of the way, meaning not necessarily littered with fellow HU folks, but we're like Jamaicans I guess; EVERYWHERE. Sure enough, saw a few other HU folks, actually some other friends of mine, so that was good. After catchin up a bit, the original party ate and talked until the waning 4 o clock hours, then we left. We left, and I LEFT my damn food!! Three Blue Hurricanes will fux with ur memory; I took a to-go box for my omelette and remaining pancakes only to totally forget the sh!t on the table. AND I left a nice tip..........I guess somebody should have given ME a tip, PAY BLOODCLAAT ATTENTION! LOL
Saturday already? Damn. Woke up at a respectable 10:30/11:00 am, with no hangover...YES! My return to the life of Liquor was smooth; it seems my time away has caused me to evolve into a more refined drinker. Evolution is somn else, ain't it? So again, its Saturday, and though this was not part of T's birthday jump-off, the day jumped off pretty well on the acting side. My roomie and I helped out with yet another of our friend's directing assigments (he's in Film School - Big up "RIDLEY NOT") by being the actors. It was an inside version of the last mini-film we did and was pretty fun; nuff jokes and minor mishaps, but it was also more acting practice for me and learning a bit more of the intricacies of a film shoot. Without a good size crew, it can take awhile. Lets just say, I'll stick to the acting part for now; I'll leave the hot-shot directing to my friend. After wrapping up filming at a little after 6, I lazed around for a while, had a meal and fell asleep when I should have been out and about owning the night. Oh well, Sunday would take care of that.
Sunday Morning, felt an industrious vibe hit me, and I showered, ate a small morsel, prepared my Protein shake and my roomie and I headed to the gym. It was a good workout, for a weekend day, we were maxing out. Had to watch myself so as not to overdo it, but all went well. No pains, good gains. After the gym, returned home and had a power-brunch and kicked back a little bit while looking for a Christmas flight to Jamaica - now THOSE r SELLING OFF in the real sense, all the good fares are disappearing. :( I've never been one to give up though, so rest assured I'll secure a reasonable ticket and be spending my X-mas holiday in the sun and by the beach!! Nuff said, Ersk will find his way. Soon enough I was finding my way to Miss T's house - after picking up a few party favors - to attend the conclusion of the Birthday events. I reached the ends at about 4pm, which was good timing, the brunch was just about depleted from my gut ;) Miss T is an awesome cook though, and there was food for days, so the first thing I did was wax off some dinner. People, let me add a little thing about Jamaican food here. If ur lucky enough to come across someone who can really get down in the kitchen Yaadie-style, then you too can have some Rice and Peas, Curry Chicken, Jerk Chicken, Plantains etc. Dat deh food deh, say it with mi, SELL OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
And after my food get WAX OFFF!! (meaning obliterated, lol), we got into the evenings proceedings. Here's what happened - we watched the first half of the Colts/Patriots game (I lost $10 when the friggin Pats won, damn!), during the second half we started playing a very risque drinking game (this game will definitely be played at the next party held at THE BACHELAH PAD), some Truth or Dare spin-the-bottle ensued (mostly Dares) and we topped off the sexually tipsy energy by having a mini-dancehall complete with girls DUTTYWINING and even a coupla slow jams. Of course,bein a certified winist, mi and dI gyal dem SELL OFF!! They knew by the end of the night that the man called Ersk is simply Ersktacular!! Again, new acquaintances were made and I think should we continue on this course, good friendships will come out of the "T-Birthday-Crew". On an ending note, that first drinking game spawned some really crazy comments and moments - sexual energy people - its too much for this blog, ya'll may get hot n bothered ;)
All in all, the weekend was what EVERY weekend should be like for me: Fun, Honing my creative skills, Working out, and rife with numerous possibilities on the SOCIAL tip.
After u have read this, mek sure ur next weekend.............SELL OFFF!!
That was my weekend, very remarkable.
Starting on Friday night, I attended the first part of my sistren, "Miss T's" Birthday Soiree (wtf is a soiree anyway? isn't that some sort of juice mix? heh) at Love Night Club. Now I don't go to Love very often, on account of the difficulty in finding parking and the grossly over-priced drinks but this was for Miss T's thing, and I would not have been anywhere else. The night was well wicked, we all had fun: multiple drinks (Blue Hurricanes for me), lots of dancing (oonu KNOW seh my waist SELL OFF!) and lots of laughter, pictures and merriment. I also met a few new acquaintances that I would be seeing again in the next 48 hours at T's house party....YES, there was a HOUSED PARTY too. Gotta love it. But we're not done here yet, after we squeezed all the fun possible out of Love, we headed back to T's spot so the ladies could change into more comfy gear (Men don't have that problem) and headed to an IHOP in Va (y Va, I have no idea, for the most part we all live in the DC/MD area). Got to the IHOP and expected it to be a little out of the way, meaning not necessarily littered with fellow HU folks, but we're like Jamaicans I guess; EVERYWHERE. Sure enough, saw a few other HU folks, actually some other friends of mine, so that was good. After catchin up a bit, the original party ate and talked until the waning 4 o clock hours, then we left. We left, and I LEFT my damn food!! Three Blue Hurricanes will fux with ur memory; I took a to-go box for my omelette and remaining pancakes only to totally forget the sh!t on the table. AND I left a nice tip..........I guess somebody should have given ME a tip, PAY BLOODCLAAT ATTENTION! LOL
Saturday already? Damn. Woke up at a respectable 10:30/11:00 am, with no hangover...YES! My return to the life of Liquor was smooth; it seems my time away has caused me to evolve into a more refined drinker. Evolution is somn else, ain't it? So again, its Saturday, and though this was not part of T's birthday jump-off, the day jumped off pretty well on the acting side. My roomie and I helped out with yet another of our friend's directing assigments (he's in Film School - Big up "RIDLEY NOT") by being the actors. It was an inside version of the last mini-film we did and was pretty fun; nuff jokes and minor mishaps, but it was also more acting practice for me and learning a bit more of the intricacies of a film shoot. Without a good size crew, it can take awhile. Lets just say, I'll stick to the acting part for now; I'll leave the hot-shot directing to my friend. After wrapping up filming at a little after 6, I lazed around for a while, had a meal and fell asleep when I should have been out and about owning the night. Oh well, Sunday would take care of that.
Sunday Morning, felt an industrious vibe hit me, and I showered, ate a small morsel, prepared my Protein shake and my roomie and I headed to the gym. It was a good workout, for a weekend day, we were maxing out. Had to watch myself so as not to overdo it, but all went well. No pains, good gains. After the gym, returned home and had a power-brunch and kicked back a little bit while looking for a Christmas flight to Jamaica - now THOSE r SELLING OFF in the real sense, all the good fares are disappearing. :( I've never been one to give up though, so rest assured I'll secure a reasonable ticket and be spending my X-mas holiday in the sun and by the beach!! Nuff said, Ersk will find his way. Soon enough I was finding my way to Miss T's house - after picking up a few party favors - to attend the conclusion of the Birthday events. I reached the ends at about 4pm, which was good timing, the brunch was just about depleted from my gut ;) Miss T is an awesome cook though, and there was food for days, so the first thing I did was wax off some dinner. People, let me add a little thing about Jamaican food here. If ur lucky enough to come across someone who can really get down in the kitchen Yaadie-style, then you too can have some Rice and Peas, Curry Chicken, Jerk Chicken, Plantains etc. Dat deh food deh, say it with mi, SELL OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
And after my food get WAX OFFF!! (meaning obliterated, lol), we got into the evenings proceedings. Here's what happened - we watched the first half of the Colts/Patriots game (I lost $10 when the friggin Pats won, damn!), during the second half we started playing a very risque drinking game (this game will definitely be played at the next party held at THE BACHELAH PAD), some Truth or Dare spin-the-bottle ensued (mostly Dares) and we topped off the sexually tipsy energy by having a mini-dancehall complete with girls DUTTYWINING and even a coupla slow jams. Of course,bein a certified winist, mi and dI gyal dem SELL OFF!! They knew by the end of the night that the man called Ersk is simply Ersktacular!! Again, new acquaintances were made and I think should we continue on this course, good friendships will come out of the "T-Birthday-Crew". On an ending note, that first drinking game spawned some really crazy comments and moments - sexual energy people - its too much for this blog, ya'll may get hot n bothered ;)
All in all, the weekend was what EVERY weekend should be like for me: Fun, Honing my creative skills, Working out, and rife with numerous possibilities on the SOCIAL tip.
After u have read this, mek sure ur next weekend.............SELL OFFF!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Homecoming Weekend 2007
Yehman, di Ersk Venerable is back on the Blog; hope I was missed.
Since last blog, I went to NY and hung out with my "Brother from another Mother", the Inimitable Icarus. That was about a week or so ago. Twas kool to see my bredren and dally round the NY landscape. I also previewed a prototype shirt for the Clothing Line my friends and I are working on; RMA on the rise, stay tuned! So overall, NY trip was a good weekend escape, good exposure, good fun.
Now to Homecoming: What can I say, HU homecoming is always a time of excitement, hype and energy and I made sure to get my piece of the action. Starting on Oct. 18th, I went to the Fashion Show, which was pretty entertaining (plus it gave me a "Designer scouting models" kinda vibe), then went to a few bars in the Dupont area (no Fish ting!!) before settling into a spot called Ozio. Ozio was the climax of the night; saw quite a few fellow alums and the music was decent. Most importantly, I stayed true to my non-drinking and managed to meet couple new girls. Always good; di Ersk must needs to socialize wid di ladies. Nuff Said.
Then came Friday - Yardfest. Got on campus round about 3:30 in the afternoon and headed up to the usual Caribbean spot, "The Tree", where I socialized with old friends and new alike. Yardfest was honestly kinda soft in terms of the energy and performances, but the social aspect was fulfilling enough. Again, met some new folks for my social clientele; Ersk was maximizing this wknd! Friday night, I decided not to go the CSA event featuring Machel Mantano and Renaissance because I wanted to do something different. I aimed for a "Black Card Event" billed as an African-Caribbean party that would be held at a spot close to where I live. So I figure, with my HU All-Access Black Card, it'll be free and it would be convenient as well. Problem. I went there at about midnight, parked, went in and saw minimal females and more than a handful of males. I promptly left; so much for the Black Card event. Luckily, the Basement Knockers, a Trini-led Social Organization that has sprung up at HU in the last couple years, were having an event not far from the Afro-Caribbean spot. So I got on my phone, contacted a friend I knew was going and asked him about the vibe. He replied that they were plenty of girls and it seemed hype. Shifted gears, literally, and sped up to that party. I had to come out of pocket and ting, ended up drinking 3 beers (Dammit, I faltered!) but it wasn't bad at all. Managed to have a good time and break a good dancing sweat.
Saturday. Spent the morning and afternoon resting, doing laundry, cooking and organizing for the night's highlight: Stone Love. For those who don't know, Stone Love is the pre-eminent sound system of Jamaica, truly foundation. They come to DC annually as part of Homecoming, but definitely catering to the Jamaican, and by extension Caribbean Massive that want to hear our own music for our own segment of homecoming. After killing time in the 9-10-11 o' clock hours - checking out another 'bogus' Black Card event, really a non-event that led to me destroying and discarding my card; going to Adams Morgan for a hot minute; picking up a young lady and chauffering her to her friend's house (pretty young ting ;); picking up my HU bredren and shuttling him and his cousins off to Platinum Club - I finally arrived at Club Envy/DC Tunnel, the venue for Stone Love. After finding a safe enough parking spot, I went into the line where I spent entirely too long because of an overzealous bouncer - the man damn near cavity-searched everybody; thorough is not the word, more like excessive and a lil suspect. I had to protest a bit when his pat down was getting too close for comfort. ANYWAY, finally got in and was surprised to see that half the spot was sectioned off for a Go-Go event (I hate Go Go) and the lavish space I was expecting Stone Love to resonate through was little more than a room. Granted, there was space enough for a good size crowd to rock to, but I would have preferred if we got the entire venue. Add to the fact that I was a bit "early" - hardly more than 15 people were there - and I was a bit concerned. Ended up parrin off with some bredrins and havin a Guinness to while the time away. But, I needn't have worried; before long I spotted an old flame/sistren who I hadn't seen in a year (guaranteed dance partner) and the crowd began to swell to acceptable proportions. The Music? Area Code dun it!!! Stone Love dun it!!! The session was good, not stellar, but definitely a good time, complete with a little dance-hall slackness caught on tape - Video light will not be denied! Verdict: Stone Love brought the wknd festivities to a satisfactory close.
SundAY - Rest, Reflection and an evening outing off-the-beaten-track. A decent day's night.
Homecoming 2007: 7 out of 10. Wasn't stellar, wasn't fukked up. I made it work for me.
and now....back to work, sigh. Come on Friday, don't hitch!
Since last blog, I went to NY and hung out with my "Brother from another Mother", the Inimitable Icarus. That was about a week or so ago. Twas kool to see my bredren and dally round the NY landscape. I also previewed a prototype shirt for the Clothing Line my friends and I are working on; RMA on the rise, stay tuned! So overall, NY trip was a good weekend escape, good exposure, good fun.
Now to Homecoming: What can I say, HU homecoming is always a time of excitement, hype and energy and I made sure to get my piece of the action. Starting on Oct. 18th, I went to the Fashion Show, which was pretty entertaining (plus it gave me a "Designer scouting models" kinda vibe), then went to a few bars in the Dupont area (no Fish ting!!) before settling into a spot called Ozio. Ozio was the climax of the night; saw quite a few fellow alums and the music was decent. Most importantly, I stayed true to my non-drinking and managed to meet couple new girls. Always good; di Ersk must needs to socialize wid di ladies. Nuff Said.
Then came Friday - Yardfest. Got on campus round about 3:30 in the afternoon and headed up to the usual Caribbean spot, "The Tree", where I socialized with old friends and new alike. Yardfest was honestly kinda soft in terms of the energy and performances, but the social aspect was fulfilling enough. Again, met some new folks for my social clientele; Ersk was maximizing this wknd! Friday night, I decided not to go the CSA event featuring Machel Mantano and Renaissance because I wanted to do something different. I aimed for a "Black Card Event" billed as an African-Caribbean party that would be held at a spot close to where I live. So I figure, with my HU All-Access Black Card, it'll be free and it would be convenient as well. Problem. I went there at about midnight, parked, went in and saw minimal females and more than a handful of males. I promptly left; so much for the Black Card event. Luckily, the Basement Knockers, a Trini-led Social Organization that has sprung up at HU in the last couple years, were having an event not far from the Afro-Caribbean spot. So I got on my phone, contacted a friend I knew was going and asked him about the vibe. He replied that they were plenty of girls and it seemed hype. Shifted gears, literally, and sped up to that party. I had to come out of pocket and ting, ended up drinking 3 beers (Dammit, I faltered!) but it wasn't bad at all. Managed to have a good time and break a good dancing sweat.
Saturday. Spent the morning and afternoon resting, doing laundry, cooking and organizing for the night's highlight: Stone Love. For those who don't know, Stone Love is the pre-eminent sound system of Jamaica, truly foundation. They come to DC annually as part of Homecoming, but definitely catering to the Jamaican, and by extension Caribbean Massive that want to hear our own music for our own segment of homecoming. After killing time in the 9-10-11 o' clock hours - checking out another 'bogus' Black Card event, really a non-event that led to me destroying and discarding my card; going to Adams Morgan for a hot minute; picking up a young lady and chauffering her to her friend's house (pretty young ting ;); picking up my HU bredren and shuttling him and his cousins off to Platinum Club - I finally arrived at Club Envy/DC Tunnel, the venue for Stone Love. After finding a safe enough parking spot, I went into the line where I spent entirely too long because of an overzealous bouncer - the man damn near cavity-searched everybody; thorough is not the word, more like excessive and a lil suspect. I had to protest a bit when his pat down was getting too close for comfort. ANYWAY, finally got in and was surprised to see that half the spot was sectioned off for a Go-Go event (I hate Go Go) and the lavish space I was expecting Stone Love to resonate through was little more than a room. Granted, there was space enough for a good size crowd to rock to, but I would have preferred if we got the entire venue. Add to the fact that I was a bit "early" - hardly more than 15 people were there - and I was a bit concerned. Ended up parrin off with some bredrins and havin a Guinness to while the time away. But, I needn't have worried; before long I spotted an old flame/sistren who I hadn't seen in a year (guaranteed dance partner) and the crowd began to swell to acceptable proportions. The Music? Area Code dun it!!! Stone Love dun it!!! The session was good, not stellar, but definitely a good time, complete with a little dance-hall slackness caught on tape - Video light will not be denied! Verdict: Stone Love brought the wknd festivities to a satisfactory close.
SundAY - Rest, Reflection and an evening outing off-the-beaten-track. A decent day's night.
Homecoming 2007: 7 out of 10. Wasn't stellar, wasn't fukked up. I made it work for me.
and now....back to work, sigh. Come on Friday, don't hitch!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Allergies and Reactions....and maybe I need to see an E.N.T.
Today is not a good day for me when it comes to allergies: eyes are a bit itchy and painful (though that could be sinus pressure), insides of nose feels hot and my general olfactory areas are uncomfortable. I need prescription Zirtec without the prescription; druggies get at me ;)
Seriously though, I need to schedule a visit to an E.N.T. office; my roomie works in one, so I should capitalize a.s.a.p. And for all the non-med terminology people, E.N.T. = Ears, Nose, Throat. Sometimes I feel like my E.N.T. area is to me as the heel is to Achilles. Well, unlike Achi, I'm alive, so I'm gonna see about taking care of this problem.
Allergies aside, I've had a reaction; not in the medical sense, but rather, mentally. Right before blogging, I was checking my yahoo mail. You know how when you go to Yahoo's homepage, there's usually an article showcased conveniently near the top of the page? Well, there was one on what Men found attractive in Women, phrased as a Top Ten or something such. Anyway, I read it and found I agreed with most, if not all of the results.
From the top of my head these things were included: Standing Tall; Wearing our (men's) old dress shirts with little more than panties underneath/wearing a super thin t-shirt with a pair of boxers; wearing a baseball cap; nice scent; crying notwithstanding, an ability to tough-it-out; ability to get down and dirty (as in routine manual labor, NOT "low down and dirty"); tech smarts (particularly proficiency with software) and...I think that's all I can remember. Suffice to say, these are all valid attractions....wel software is iffy BUT it speaks to a woman's smarts so I guess it stays. If I had to pick one of these things as my number 1 though, which would be pretty hard, I'd go with the sex appeal of dress shirt - panties/thin t-shirt - boxers thing; y'know, off the top of the 'other head.' ;)
Well ladies, I guess at the end of the day, sex appeal speaks to my most basic instinct; at least until I get to know you.
This was My Reaction
Seriously though, I need to schedule a visit to an E.N.T. office; my roomie works in one, so I should capitalize a.s.a.p. And for all the non-med terminology people, E.N.T. = Ears, Nose, Throat. Sometimes I feel like my E.N.T. area is to me as the heel is to Achilles. Well, unlike Achi, I'm alive, so I'm gonna see about taking care of this problem.
Allergies aside, I've had a reaction; not in the medical sense, but rather, mentally. Right before blogging, I was checking my yahoo mail. You know how when you go to Yahoo's homepage, there's usually an article showcased conveniently near the top of the page? Well, there was one on what Men found attractive in Women, phrased as a Top Ten or something such. Anyway, I read it and found I agreed with most, if not all of the results.
From the top of my head these things were included: Standing Tall; Wearing our (men's) old dress shirts with little more than panties underneath/wearing a super thin t-shirt with a pair of boxers; wearing a baseball cap; nice scent; crying notwithstanding, an ability to tough-it-out; ability to get down and dirty (as in routine manual labor, NOT "low down and dirty"); tech smarts (particularly proficiency with software) and...I think that's all I can remember. Suffice to say, these are all valid attractions....wel software is iffy BUT it speaks to a woman's smarts so I guess it stays. If I had to pick one of these things as my number 1 though, which would be pretty hard, I'd go with the sex appeal of dress shirt - panties/thin t-shirt - boxers thing; y'know, off the top of the 'other head.' ;)
Well ladies, I guess at the end of the day, sex appeal speaks to my most basic instinct; at least until I get to know you.
This was My Reaction
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
.........
I'm at work and bored and tired. Can't wait to "buss" big so I can leave this life behind. Its been a long timed since I blogged, but basic synopsis: been hittin gym regularly, sleeping irregularly, BUT this wknd coming should be a WIN where the ladies r concerned ;)
I'm out.
Shortest blog ever.
I'm out.
Shortest blog ever.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Workout: Grappler Baki
Stop me if you've heard this one. Guy goes to gym, guy runs on treadmill until his heart rate reaches 173, guy keeps pushing til he reaches a "zone" wherein he's unstoppable. That, my friends, is the Grappler Baki zone. This happenned to me tonight at the gym and I liken it to Grappler Baki because that's the name of an anime series that I used to watch. Basically, the protagonist is this kid named Baki: his father is the strongest fighter in the world but kind of evil (in an Akuma kind of way where he thinks his path is the right path) and he, Baki, trains relentlessly as a fighter in order to one day beat his father. So one particular episode, when he was really pushing hard while working out, he reached a zone where he was able to awaken, or rather gain access to, his endorphins. For the purposes of the anime, they described endorphins as this feeling you have wherein you can't be stopped, i.e., you're tireless, and thus can keep on pushing your body to remarkable levels. It was kinda funny because the anime was in Japanese (with english subtitles) and since the word endorphins is not a Japanese word per se, the voice actor just pronounced it in his own native tongue; it came off sounding kinda like this -
en-dawphinz (I know, I know, I digress a bit; back to the point)
Now I'm no scientist but the anime was kind of on-target with the feeling you get when endorphins enter your bloodstream; as near as I can tell its a hormone released after sex...maybe, bout 90% sure. But the anime just used it as a zone where you can feel no pain and hence no limitation, which, I guess, is akin to the feeling of absolutely no-pain you get after sex because you "shot off" ;)
To wrap up (y'know, before this all becomes incoherent) I feel really good because once I reached that Grappler Baki/Endorphins zone tonight, I felt so incredibly powerful. I gotta say, it feels damn good. If this is what it means to be fit, healthy and strong, count me in for life.
I love the gym :)
en-dawphinz (I know, I know, I digress a bit; back to the point)
Now I'm no scientist but the anime was kind of on-target with the feeling you get when endorphins enter your bloodstream; as near as I can tell its a hormone released after sex...maybe, bout 90% sure. But the anime just used it as a zone where you can feel no pain and hence no limitation, which, I guess, is akin to the feeling of absolutely no-pain you get after sex because you "shot off" ;)
To wrap up (y'know, before this all becomes incoherent) I feel really good because once I reached that Grappler Baki/Endorphins zone tonight, I felt so incredibly powerful. I gotta say, it feels damn good. If this is what it means to be fit, healthy and strong, count me in for life.
I love the gym :)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
R U Ready to Rrrrrrramble!
So, I'm at work, watching the clock. Man, I need a much more exciting life for 08, maybe I should run for President under the RMA (wouldn't U like to know, heh). Actually considering taking quite a few leaps of faith and risk for the New Year after my proposed ending of my tenure at my current drop. More on that to follow.
So...read Blayze's blog, read Birdimus's blog, commented on both.
I need a muse or a muse needs me. I need some new local girls too.
May this week be a productive one at the gym and end with muses, music and more girls.
This is rambling people, I don't really have anything specific to say.
I'm out.
So...read Blayze's blog, read Birdimus's blog, commented on both.
I need a muse or a muse needs me. I need some new local girls too.
May this week be a productive one at the gym and end with muses, music and more girls.
This is rambling people, I don't really have anything specific to say.
I'm out.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
No, I am not dead
Been awhile, almost 2 bloody weeks, but I'm back.
First things first, NYC Labor Day Wknd:
1) Didn't make it to the parade (again) but my peeps who did said I was better off on the Queens side where I was chiling with my cousin et al.
2) The drive-up was pretty decent; minimal traffic and seamless transition from the Verazzano Bridge to my first stop in Bklyn by my sistren K. However, can you say TOLLS!! Goddamn!!
2.5) Might as well get the driving part out of the way while I'm at it: the drive down was on Sept. 4th, from Bklyn str8 to work. Gotta admit tho, had to take a 20 minute nap at a rest stop of the NJ Turnpike. Only real traffic I encountered was in Baltimore making my way to the job. Overall, I'm pretty proud of myself for making these drives by myself (without a CD player might I add). It was my first solo road trip going that far (previous was close to 2 hours to Virginia) and I'm fully confident I can do it again. Lastly, NY drivers are fckin aggressive!! If it wasn't for my Jamaican driving experience, I would be flustered by the impatient, improper and in some cases, a phrase I coined (maybe) NON-drivers out in that Mofo! "Too many cars, not enough drivers."
4) Hit up quite a few barbecues, one of which featured Shark-Meat, and its not bad really. Though its not great either. I kept up my discipline for the most part by having a lone Guinness amongst the water, juice and soft drinks that I drank.
5) Managed to eke out a gym session at Bally's with my cousin; I was adamant about working out at least once while I was there, mission accomplished.
6) Girls: my cousin, his boy and myself met 3 girls from Boston and had a random outing with them that ended with us sleeping over at their hotel room. heh, funny, strange, but kool likkle flex. On that same outing, before we headed in for the night, we hit up one of my sistren's cousin's barbecues in Bklyn - the cousin is quality, so I had to initiate a 'program.' Speaking of program, I also met in person a girl I've been talking to for a while (basically, a mutual friend/mentor type hooked us up over the phone and we've just managed to meet - exchanged pics of course) and finished 'programming' her. When she comes to MD, the programming will come to fruition....yeah, she knows it too, the boy is bad! Oh yeah, some random girl backed it up on me crazy in this Soca session and I was really just trying to get past her, didn't intend to dance. But she grabbed my wrists and pummelled me with that a$$; hey, what u gon do? I answered back. No use wasting a 'wine.' Interestingly enough, she backed me into a column. Now columnar support is always a good tool for winists - if the deed arises - but in this case, she was a bit overzealous (my back!). S'aight though, I'm a winist, we adapt.
Girl Summary - couple warm kitchen-kinda encounters and couple things cookin ;)
7) Networking - My cuz and I briefed each other on our respective ventures and I met and hung with some of his peeps/entourage. Fortune 500 coming strong!! RMA on the rise!! 80sssss runnin it!!!
Overall, good, relaxing trip; I look forward to going back. NY is indeed one of my favourite places. Since I got back? Well.....here's a 1-line/sentence summary:
Gym - faster, stronger...1 Outing, +ing the girl vibes...more RMA, 1 B-day Blayze, VMAs - Kan-tourage-50
Ersk is out for now....nuff words on my mind, must run the novel movements. Businesses, got to set the dynamite. More gyal or 1 gyal? Irregardless, steamsin fi gwaan soon. Also, I choose Kanye; its the ROC!!
First things first, NYC Labor Day Wknd:
1) Didn't make it to the parade (again) but my peeps who did said I was better off on the Queens side where I was chiling with my cousin et al.
2) The drive-up was pretty decent; minimal traffic and seamless transition from the Verazzano Bridge to my first stop in Bklyn by my sistren K. However, can you say TOLLS!! Goddamn!!
2.5) Might as well get the driving part out of the way while I'm at it: the drive down was on Sept. 4th, from Bklyn str8 to work. Gotta admit tho, had to take a 20 minute nap at a rest stop of the NJ Turnpike. Only real traffic I encountered was in Baltimore making my way to the job. Overall, I'm pretty proud of myself for making these drives by myself (without a CD player might I add). It was my first solo road trip going that far (previous was close to 2 hours to Virginia) and I'm fully confident I can do it again. Lastly, NY drivers are fckin aggressive!! If it wasn't for my Jamaican driving experience, I would be flustered by the impatient, improper and in some cases, a phrase I coined (maybe) NON-drivers out in that Mofo! "Too many cars, not enough drivers."
4) Hit up quite a few barbecues, one of which featured Shark-Meat, and its not bad really. Though its not great either. I kept up my discipline for the most part by having a lone Guinness amongst the water, juice and soft drinks that I drank.
5) Managed to eke out a gym session at Bally's with my cousin; I was adamant about working out at least once while I was there, mission accomplished.
6) Girls: my cousin, his boy and myself met 3 girls from Boston and had a random outing with them that ended with us sleeping over at their hotel room. heh, funny, strange, but kool likkle flex. On that same outing, before we headed in for the night, we hit up one of my sistren's cousin's barbecues in Bklyn - the cousin is quality, so I had to initiate a 'program.' Speaking of program, I also met in person a girl I've been talking to for a while (basically, a mutual friend/mentor type hooked us up over the phone and we've just managed to meet - exchanged pics of course) and finished 'programming' her. When she comes to MD, the programming will come to fruition....yeah, she knows it too, the boy is bad! Oh yeah, some random girl backed it up on me crazy in this Soca session and I was really just trying to get past her, didn't intend to dance. But she grabbed my wrists and pummelled me with that a$$; hey, what u gon do? I answered back. No use wasting a 'wine.' Interestingly enough, she backed me into a column. Now columnar support is always a good tool for winists - if the deed arises - but in this case, she was a bit overzealous (my back!). S'aight though, I'm a winist, we adapt.
Girl Summary - couple warm kitchen-kinda encounters and couple things cookin ;)
7) Networking - My cuz and I briefed each other on our respective ventures and I met and hung with some of his peeps/entourage. Fortune 500 coming strong!! RMA on the rise!! 80sssss runnin it!!!
Overall, good, relaxing trip; I look forward to going back. NY is indeed one of my favourite places. Since I got back? Well.....here's a 1-line/sentence summary:
Gym - faster, stronger...1 Outing, +ing the girl vibes...more RMA, 1 B-day Blayze, VMAs - Kan-tourage-50
Ersk is out for now....nuff words on my mind, must run the novel movements. Businesses, got to set the dynamite. More gyal or 1 gyal? Irregardless, steamsin fi gwaan soon. Also, I choose Kanye; its the ROC!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
NYC - Wknd (Spartan break)
Ok, so its been a couple of days since I blogged, but its just been a bit busy (being SORE!! from the gym, etc.) I planned to work out last night but something I ate, or rather a combination of some things I ate yesterday put my stomach on lock. Nevertheless, I managed to write the prologue of my book and check out some clothing concepts for a new venture...stay tuned. A little about my book; well, it's fantasy fiction and I aim to rise to the stature of JK Rowling with my story, lets leave it atthat for now. But I definitely have to ge my grind on: Between workin out, working in general and 2 new business ventures to grow, I'm feelin the crunch. But I got a good team around me, we'll do it.
Today, I leave said team behind to journey to the city that never sleeps, New York. Although actually I'll be staying between Brooklyn and Bronx, but I'll definitely be hanging in the city. NYC is a special place for me, in some ways, I consider it my birthright. Its such a fun, energetic and diverse place; you can find anything for anybody, and the girls are very hot. One summer when I was working in NY, I would spend some of my wknds just walkin around Times Square, Penn Station, Broadway etc. and I almost twisted my neck off looking at the various, exotic, beautiful women. And anyone who knows me well knows I have a "weakness for sweetness."
This trip I plan to reconnect with some of my former co-worker/interns, hang with my 'foundation' friends and generally have a great and relaxing time. I definitely need to get away for a while and NYC is what the doctor ordered. But I still have my mission on my mind, I'm going to try to go the gym at least once over the long wknd, I hope my gym has a branch there. If not, I'm sure amongst all the friends I have there, SOMEbody has a gym link. Also, I recently gave up hard drinking while I train for Spartan Glory. With some determination and willpower, I'll only have water or juice when I go clubbing. If I break, maybe a 1 beer, but I'll try not to. So I'm signing off now, wish me a safe journey people and expect a blog with the rundown of what popped off up there. Ersk Out.
Today, I leave said team behind to journey to the city that never sleeps, New York. Although actually I'll be staying between Brooklyn and Bronx, but I'll definitely be hanging in the city. NYC is a special place for me, in some ways, I consider it my birthright. Its such a fun, energetic and diverse place; you can find anything for anybody, and the girls are very hot. One summer when I was working in NY, I would spend some of my wknds just walkin around Times Square, Penn Station, Broadway etc. and I almost twisted my neck off looking at the various, exotic, beautiful women. And anyone who knows me well knows I have a "weakness for sweetness."
This trip I plan to reconnect with some of my former co-worker/interns, hang with my 'foundation' friends and generally have a great and relaxing time. I definitely need to get away for a while and NYC is what the doctor ordered. But I still have my mission on my mind, I'm going to try to go the gym at least once over the long wknd, I hope my gym has a branch there. If not, I'm sure amongst all the friends I have there, SOMEbody has a gym link. Also, I recently gave up hard drinking while I train for Spartan Glory. With some determination and willpower, I'll only have water or juice when I go clubbing. If I break, maybe a 1 beer, but I'll try not to. So I'm signing off now, wish me a safe journey people and expect a blog with the rundown of what popped off up there. Ersk Out.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Spartan Workout - Day 2
So, I just came from the gym where I spent the last hour and a half pushing my limits; feels good. My personal trainer is cool and we seem to have a good vibe going. I like the fact that he simply states what I should work on and have me execute but in a cool, calm way. I think I was expecting a real loud, boisterous kinda dude, but this guy is cool. According to him, I was the first guy in about 3 years that managed to do a set of 10 pull-ups without much hesitation or slacking. What do I do after a statement like that? I tell him he's BSing....heh. But he just reaffirmed calmy and went on to expound that he's seen people of many different body types who just didn't do the damn thing on the first attempt. Gotta say.....feels good. My goal for the day was to go in there and test my limits and push a little past them. I accomplished that.
Ok - Quick run down
25 mins on treadmill (str8!! - never did that b4)
chest set - 1 each flat and incline (lower and upper chest I think)
shoulder set - 1
pull ups set -1 (standing position)
push up set - 1 (triceps work-out, I think)
barbells (up n "clapping" over head and also regular curls)
That's all I remember, but basically a full body work-out. I told trainer, lets call him "Strents", exactly what my Spartan goals were and I'll say this work-out will definitely get me there.
So, all in all, Work-Out Day 2 was a great success. Since I started out this strong, all I have to do is maintain the momentum and determination.
"N- n- now th- that don't kill meCan only make me stronger..."
Incredible Ersk!!!
Ok - Quick run down
25 mins on treadmill (str8!! - never did that b4)
chest set - 1 each flat and incline (lower and upper chest I think)
shoulder set - 1
pull ups set -1 (standing position)
push up set - 1 (triceps work-out, I think)
barbells (up n "clapping" over head and also regular curls)
That's all I remember, but basically a full body work-out. I told trainer, lets call him "Strents", exactly what my Spartan goals were and I'll say this work-out will definitely get me there.
So, all in all, Work-Out Day 2 was a great success. Since I started out this strong, all I have to do is maintain the momentum and determination.
"N- n- now th- that don't kill meCan only make me stronger..."
Incredible Ersk!!!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Spartan Workout - Day 1
This morning I got up at roughly 6:15am and hit the road to jog/run with my room-mate. The plan was 4 laps around the perimeter of our apartment complex and the surrounding area; approximately 2 miles. I managed to do about 2 and a half laps consisting of running, jogging and brisk walking (the terrain is uneven and there's a hill at some point) which is not bad all things considered.
I have to say though, just this morning alone taught me a few things about the ideal surroundings/terrain for running. Where I live is relatively suburban so the area is pretty quiet compared to a more bustling urban environment. However, I live right off of a highway of sorts and the moving traffic, dispeling an uncomfortable amount of carbon monoxide, is not the best thing for me. When I'm running, I need as clean an air supply as possible. Secondly, the "lap" consists of areas of sloping ground, followed by flat-ish, followed by slope. In the areas where there is no sidewalk, the grass is rough and un-even and then the shoulder of the road in some places is gravelly. Again, not the best thing for me. Therefore, before the week is done, I'm going research what open tracks are nearby that offer clean air, seclusion from car noise/fumes and even ground to tread on. That's me, ever the idealist, ever the realist. I's weird, but the ideal and the real are not far apart at all; I think its a matter of pre - thought and post - action respectively.
With a little dedication, I hope to make this particular post about my work-out everyday until the goal is reached. Stay tuned.....
I have to say though, just this morning alone taught me a few things about the ideal surroundings/terrain for running. Where I live is relatively suburban so the area is pretty quiet compared to a more bustling urban environment. However, I live right off of a highway of sorts and the moving traffic, dispeling an uncomfortable amount of carbon monoxide, is not the best thing for me. When I'm running, I need as clean an air supply as possible. Secondly, the "lap" consists of areas of sloping ground, followed by flat-ish, followed by slope. In the areas where there is no sidewalk, the grass is rough and un-even and then the shoulder of the road in some places is gravelly. Again, not the best thing for me. Therefore, before the week is done, I'm going research what open tracks are nearby that offer clean air, seclusion from car noise/fumes and even ground to tread on. That's me, ever the idealist, ever the realist. I's weird, but the ideal and the real are not far apart at all; I think its a matter of pre - thought and post - action respectively.
With a little dedication, I hope to make this particular post about my work-out everyday until the goal is reached. Stay tuned.....
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Spartaaaaaaaaaaaaa! The journey of Levaughnidas
So this weekend was pretty productive and fun. B-Prime returned from Yaad and the Triumvirate is again united. The goals we've set for the next few months relate to writing, starting a small business and working out. Writing and business I'll talk about in an upcoming blog, but this one deals with the gym movements.
Here's the goal: By October 31st we (3 of us) will look like members of the Spartan Army from the movie 300, or close enough. BIG GOAL!!!! But the motivation is there thus far and I've joined the gym today (well yesterday now); BTW, the process of signing up with the gym was a lot more complicated than I expected......paperwork.....trainer options........automated billing.....wow.
Well, its all for a great cause; the culmination of our efforts will be going to a Halloween party as Spartans. I dare you to tell me that's not a wikkid idea! But, there's a lot of work to be done. It's actually kinda exciting; we have 2 months, can we pull it off?
Some would say this is madness.....blasphemy......
This IS SPARTA!
Here's the goal: By October 31st we (3 of us) will look like members of the Spartan Army from the movie 300, or close enough. BIG GOAL!!!! But the motivation is there thus far and I've joined the gym today (well yesterday now); BTW, the process of signing up with the gym was a lot more complicated than I expected......paperwork.....trainer options........automated billing.....wow.
Well, its all for a great cause; the culmination of our efforts will be going to a Halloween party as Spartans. I dare you to tell me that's not a wikkid idea! But, there's a lot of work to be done. It's actually kinda exciting; we have 2 months, can we pull it off?
Some would say this is madness.....blasphemy......
This IS SPARTA!
Monday, August 20, 2007
New Day, New Mission
So today marks the aftermath of Hurricane Dean, at least for my home, Jamaica. From what I've read, the storm battered the South East coast a bit, particularly Kingston, but seemingly skirted along the South and avoided a direct hit. I've yet to conirm any details about Montego Bay, but I doubt that anything too serious occurred. I'll be calling again shortly.
Today also marks the aftermath of the weekend; a period consisting of one friday night excursion, potential hook-ups with 2 new ladies, nursing myself to full health (don't drink when u "think" u've gotten over a cold, drink when u KNOW), monitoring Hurricane Dean, many attempts at calling Jamaica, a few successful phone calls here in the States and watching most of a Naruto marathon. Its Monday people, time to get back to work, or is it?
Thing is, I still don't feel 100% and I have Sick Leave available. Most importantly, I'm trying to hold myself accountable to completing a few tasks today - laundry; contacting family and friends in Jamaica; writing 5 Elven pages; utilizing my beautiful, brown-leather bound Franklin Covey Organizer that I bought a little less than 2 years ago but have yet to properly use (need to work on this week's schedule and some budgeting); reading a compensation plan and overall rest and recuperation. That's right good citizens, its a sick day. I need to call my boss, but why do I feel kinda guilty? Well, its an analysis of been working on: I think I have an over-developed sense of responsibility and also a fear that me missing a day is going to come back and bite me somehow.
Well, I've got to address that right now before I can go on and be comforatable with my day.
1. My stomach is feeling queasy.
2. Sick days are meant to be taken when u feel sick. If not now, then when? It makes little sense to hoard them. Besides, a good friend of mine, who I trust for sound counsel, has stated that he likes to keep his Sick Days to a minimum, largely to maximize his benefits from the Company. It makes sense. I can't predict when I would be seriously ill (that is part of the reason I hoard them - "just in case") and I can't afford to think that extreme. If I become seriously ill, I'll deal with it. I've gone through many challenges and I'm still here. Time to recognize my Strength and Resources.
3. Old Petey Parker says "With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility", a quote that I take pretty seriously despite the fact that it came from a comic book. However, today I have less-than-medium power and less-than-medium energy. I'm going to try to challenge that into medium responsibility - trying to contact Ja and keep some of my people here in the States posted on what I learn. That is enough for me today. No work, just personal work and information gathering.
So, that's it. I've got calls to make.
Today also marks the aftermath of the weekend; a period consisting of one friday night excursion, potential hook-ups with 2 new ladies, nursing myself to full health (don't drink when u "think" u've gotten over a cold, drink when u KNOW), monitoring Hurricane Dean, many attempts at calling Jamaica, a few successful phone calls here in the States and watching most of a Naruto marathon. Its Monday people, time to get back to work, or is it?
Thing is, I still don't feel 100% and I have Sick Leave available. Most importantly, I'm trying to hold myself accountable to completing a few tasks today - laundry; contacting family and friends in Jamaica; writing 5 Elven pages; utilizing my beautiful, brown-leather bound Franklin Covey Organizer that I bought a little less than 2 years ago but have yet to properly use (need to work on this week's schedule and some budgeting); reading a compensation plan and overall rest and recuperation. That's right good citizens, its a sick day. I need to call my boss, but why do I feel kinda guilty? Well, its an analysis of been working on: I think I have an over-developed sense of responsibility and also a fear that me missing a day is going to come back and bite me somehow.
Well, I've got to address that right now before I can go on and be comforatable with my day.
1. My stomach is feeling queasy.
2. Sick days are meant to be taken when u feel sick. If not now, then when? It makes little sense to hoard them. Besides, a good friend of mine, who I trust for sound counsel, has stated that he likes to keep his Sick Days to a minimum, largely to maximize his benefits from the Company. It makes sense. I can't predict when I would be seriously ill (that is part of the reason I hoard them - "just in case") and I can't afford to think that extreme. If I become seriously ill, I'll deal with it. I've gone through many challenges and I'm still here. Time to recognize my Strength and Resources.
3. Old Petey Parker says "With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility", a quote that I take pretty seriously despite the fact that it came from a comic book. However, today I have less-than-medium power and less-than-medium energy. I'm going to try to challenge that into medium responsibility - trying to contact Ja and keep some of my people here in the States posted on what I learn. That is enough for me today. No work, just personal work and information gathering.
So, that's it. I've got calls to make.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Of Wonderlands and Hurricanes
So, today is the day that Hurricane Dean is supposed to pass over Jamaica and here I am in the States still slightly hung-over from Friday night's Wonderland excursion; a good friend of mine recommended the place, and between friend and I, the place is officially 'win-able" ;)
You know the saying "Out of sight, out of mind"? Well, for the past couple days I've been in a state similar to that, that is, I haven't been overly worried about Dean. Don't get me wrong, I've been through Gilbert, albeit as a youngster, and when your that small, the destruction looks very big. However, I've spoken to my Pops (the rest of my immediate fam is in the States) and he has done what he has to - stocked up on supplies, fortified the house etc. - and I think the main theme of our conversation was to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Lets examine that phrase for a sec, "Prepare for the worst and Hope for the best", is that even possible? To divide your mind in such a way that you are following two opposing paradigms...?
But then I suppose in some odd way it DOES make sense; the practical mind works on tactics to mitigate the worst of what COULD happen while the part of your mind that deals with hope and faith, nay maybe not even your mind at all but your spirit, this part of you pines for a favorable outcome.
Its a funny thing, not "haha" of course. But in the face of possible disaster, there is calm. Calm within my father's voice, calm within me. After all, all we can do is hope, watch and wait. Times like this you hold the faith and as a friend, just this minute said to me online, a friend in Jamaica right now, "trust all things to God."
And while I recover from Wonderland, and I wonder about my land, I'll keep the faith.
Today I'll periodically check the media for news and go on about my day.....and watch more Naruto (to all the anime folks out there - didn't realise it was so good). On my last word, I can't help but liken Jamaica to Naruto; "don't ever underestimate!"
You know the saying "Out of sight, out of mind"? Well, for the past couple days I've been in a state similar to that, that is, I haven't been overly worried about Dean. Don't get me wrong, I've been through Gilbert, albeit as a youngster, and when your that small, the destruction looks very big. However, I've spoken to my Pops (the rest of my immediate fam is in the States) and he has done what he has to - stocked up on supplies, fortified the house etc. - and I think the main theme of our conversation was to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Lets examine that phrase for a sec, "Prepare for the worst and Hope for the best", is that even possible? To divide your mind in such a way that you are following two opposing paradigms...?
But then I suppose in some odd way it DOES make sense; the practical mind works on tactics to mitigate the worst of what COULD happen while the part of your mind that deals with hope and faith, nay maybe not even your mind at all but your spirit, this part of you pines for a favorable outcome.
Its a funny thing, not "haha" of course. But in the face of possible disaster, there is calm. Calm within my father's voice, calm within me. After all, all we can do is hope, watch and wait. Times like this you hold the faith and as a friend, just this minute said to me online, a friend in Jamaica right now, "trust all things to God."
And while I recover from Wonderland, and I wonder about my land, I'll keep the faith.
Today I'll periodically check the media for news and go on about my day.....and watch more Naruto (to all the anime folks out there - didn't realise it was so good). On my last word, I can't help but liken Jamaica to Naruto; "don't ever underestimate!"
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