SONG DU JOUR:
MAJOR LAZER: PON DE FLOOR
and just B/C i like you here
is another treat
the Caribbean sun warms my spirit making me feel
more baked than a delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies.
I came during low season, aka the hottest time of the year,
aka hurricane season. It gets so hot that power outages
are more common than loud American tourists(jk).
This place is simply beautiful to the point that
it has yet to hit me
Today we drove around, ending up at a beach
that shares the same title as my favorite hairstyle,
"Mulletbay", i thought it would be long in the back
and short in the front, but Nope, it is actually named after
the fish that fill their waters. I forgot how it feels to be in a tropical water. I was most surprised by it's salty taste, that make my skin and hair taste like it was seasoned to perfection. After kicking it at the beach for several hours we then hit up a local fish spot. Where the owner goes daily to catch your dinner and lunch. I tried the mahi mahi which was a first and was succulent with it's bbq'd flavour.
It looks kinda mad, but don't be fooled, remember that lesson your always told
about it's not on the outside that counts but whats on the inside? This bad boy personifies this.
So maybe next time you meet someone you don't think is not that hot,
throw them on the barbie with some delicious seasoning.
I kid, cannibalism was soo 2007.
On to other things. My last night in NYC was entertaining but I always expect nothing less in that city. My homeboy Zach and I roamed the streets of Manhatten. We hit up the public library where he scored himself a date, and possible future lady friend. We then went to get some delicious papaya juice, which was the appetizer for my favourite chicken and waffles spot, "Piece of Chicken" but to my suprise they are closed on Mondays to clean. How much cleaning can one little small place do? I don't know, but at least you know cleanliness is a priroity for them. We then found a little diner. We walked like crazy because I was trying to save my Metro card for things that were unwalkable. We then hit up the Highline, which is an outdoor space/park built over an abandoned elevated railroad. It provides a great combination between nature within an inescapable urban space. It is called a "agri-tecture" mixing agriculture with architecture. It's made by a architecture posse; diller scofidio and renfro. I was excited to see the place because
I had seen a special on PBS with the architects. They had also done this crazy cool water muesum in Switzerland called the BLUR building. They make some crazy cool shiznit. And have an plethora of projects that are futuristic and fit appropriately within Aldous Huxley's A Brave New World.
Wilco, was performing at Coney Island. I was hesitant to go well because I didnt know who they were and wasnt willing to pay $50bucks to find out. I went regardless because I wanted to check out Coney Island and my friend was quite persistent on that we try to find $20 tickets. We arrived with a mission, Zach talked to everyone and their mama trying to find tickets. He was sucessful and got himself a ticket for $20.00. It was my turn to try my luck, he worked it for me as I roamed around and took various photographs. We were standing infront of the stadium as Zach yelled "anyone have an extra ticket for sale"
I remember looking back from my camera and seeing a man walk passed Zach and simply just hand him a ticket, no questions asked, and sans prix. Two police officers were standing beside and were dumbfounded by the generosity of this man. He simply just walked by, handed us his ticket and walked away with little expectation of us giving him anything. I think he renewed the officers belief in humanity.
We headed into the show, I had no expectations but it turned out to be worth the Free price tag that was associated with my ticket. The vibe was good and the tunes were even better, it was outdoors as well. I couldn't help but schmooze it up as we waited for the group to start. My victims of conversation were two photographers, i remember asking one if he thought that J-lo was unappreciated as an artist, he thought i was serious . We chatted we laughed and the music began to play. I was cold because the wind was blasting through my silk dress. I managed to sandwhich myself between Zach and his friend Alex. They were like two snuggly fleece blankets, eliminating my cold spell. The band played and they threw on some cameos like Feist and Grizzly Bear.
They did three encores and bounced. Off into the night. My shuttle was coming at 6am so I had little intentions of sleeping, knowing that I would probaby sleep in. I chatted it up with a subway worker named Mike. Took his picture and got him to write his info in my beloved journal.
I got distracted, like usual and stupidly left my journal tat was 4 pages from being done on the subway, L train to be exact. When I realized this mistake it was too late. I was overcome by a feeling of being vulneerable by allowing some complete stranger access into my personal thoughts and experiences. I must say that there is nothing I can do about it. ANd it is out there for whoever found it to do what they want wuth. Maybe they'll read it, or maybe they'll throw it out. Who knows, who careS. But it reminded me of waterboy where Adam Sandlers coach gets his golden play book stolen by the mean coach.
I hopped on my JFK shuttle it was funny,it drove around the streets that I had become familiar with by getting lost. Playing back my past experiences. I arrived at JFk with a hunger in my stomach, it all went smoothly and before I knew it I was on my plane watching the International with Clive Owen. As I took advantage of the unlimited snacks and beverages. He is defiantely Jolie Laid. His badass demeanour makes him a sure "I WOULD MAKE SEXY WITH YOU" candidate. I noticed in this movie he rarely blinks, maybe he's a cyborg. Just putting it out there. I then chatted it up with a cute retired couple from NY. I am a fan of New Yorkers. or at least the ones I have met thus far. Like my homeboy cab driver SAMUEL he was 79 years old and was still a latin lover. He said next time I am in the city he'd take me out for lunch. Platonic of course. He told me he doesn't date young women, goes against his ethics. He also told me that I was wasting my time by not living in NYC, apparently my fortune and my chariot (his cab) await me. I commence my working world next week, oh how I have attempted to procrastinate on joining the real world. SOmehting I will attempt to do for....well ever!
tootles as they say.
MAJOR LAZER: PON DE FLOOR
and just B/C i like you here
is another treat
Silvio Ecomo & Chuckie - Moombah (Afrojack Remix)
the Caribbean sun warms my spirit making me feel
more baked than a delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies.
I came during low season, aka the hottest time of the year,
aka hurricane season. It gets so hot that power outages
are more common than loud American tourists(jk).
This place is simply beautiful to the point that
it has yet to hit me
Today we drove around, ending up at a beach
that shares the same title as my favorite hairstyle,
"Mulletbay", i thought it would be long in the back
and short in the front, but Nope, it is actually named after
the fish that fill their waters. I forgot how it feels to be in a tropical water. I was most surprised by it's salty taste, that make my skin and hair taste like it was seasoned to perfection. After kicking it at the beach for several hours we then hit up a local fish spot. Where the owner goes daily to catch your dinner and lunch. I tried the mahi mahi which was a first and was succulent with it's bbq'd flavour.
It looks kinda mad, but don't be fooled, remember that lesson your always toldabout it's not on the outside that counts but whats on the inside? This bad boy personifies this.
So maybe next time you meet someone you don't think is not that hot,
throw them on the barbie with some delicious seasoning.
I kid, cannibalism was soo 2007.
On to other things. My last night in NYC was entertaining but I always expect nothing less in that city. My homeboy Zach and I roamed the streets of Manhatten. We hit up the public library where he scored himself a date, and possible future lady friend. We then went to get some delicious papaya juice, which was the appetizer for my favourite chicken and waffles spot, "Piece of Chicken" but to my suprise they are closed on Mondays to clean. How much cleaning can one little small place do? I don't know, but at least you know cleanliness is a priroity for them. We then found a little diner. We walked like crazy because I was trying to save my Metro card for things that were unwalkable. We then hit up the Highline, which is an outdoor space/park built over an abandoned elevated railroad. It provides a great combination between nature within an inescapable urban space. It is called a "agri-tecture" mixing agriculture with architecture. It's made by a architecture posse; diller scofidio and renfro. I was excited to see the place because
I had seen a special on PBS with the architects. They had also done this crazy cool water muesum in Switzerland called the BLUR building. They make some crazy cool shiznit. And have an plethora of projects that are futuristic and fit appropriately within Aldous Huxley's A Brave New World.
Wilco, was performing at Coney Island. I was hesitant to go well because I didnt know who they were and wasnt willing to pay $50bucks to find out. I went regardless because I wanted to check out Coney Island and my friend was quite persistent on that we try to find $20 tickets. We arrived with a mission, Zach talked to everyone and their mama trying to find tickets. He was sucessful and got himself a ticket for $20.00. It was my turn to try my luck, he worked it for me as I roamed around and took various photographs. We were standing infront of the stadium as Zach yelled "anyone have an extra ticket for sale"I remember looking back from my camera and seeing a man walk passed Zach and simply just hand him a ticket, no questions asked, and sans prix. Two police officers were standing beside and were dumbfounded by the generosity of this man. He simply just walked by, handed us his ticket and walked away with little expectation of us giving him anything. I think he renewed the officers belief in humanity.
We headed into the show, I had no expectations but it turned out to be worth the Free price tag that was associated with my ticket. The vibe was good and the tunes were even better, it was outdoors as well. I couldn't help but schmooze it up as we waited for the group to start. My victims of conversation were two photographers, i remember asking one if he thought that J-lo was unappreciated as an artist, he thought i was serious . We chatted we laughed and the music began to play. I was cold because the wind was blasting through my silk dress. I managed to sandwhich myself between Zach and his friend Alex. They were like two snuggly fleece blankets, eliminating my cold spell. The band played and they threw on some cameos like Feist and Grizzly Bear.
They did three encores and bounced. Off into the night. My shuttle was coming at 6am so I had little intentions of sleeping, knowing that I would probaby sleep in. I chatted it up with a subway worker named Mike. Took his picture and got him to write his info in my beloved journal.
I got distracted, like usual and stupidly left my journal tat was 4 pages from being done on the subway, L train to be exact. When I realized this mistake it was too late. I was overcome by a feeling of being vulneerable by allowing some complete stranger access into my personal thoughts and experiences. I must say that there is nothing I can do about it. ANd it is out there for whoever found it to do what they want wuth. Maybe they'll read it, or maybe they'll throw it out. Who knows, who careS. But it reminded me of waterboy where Adam Sandlers coach gets his golden play book stolen by the mean coach.
I hopped on my JFK shuttle it was funny,it drove around the streets that I had become familiar with by getting lost. Playing back my past experiences. I arrived at JFk with a hunger in my stomach, it all went smoothly and before I knew it I was on my plane watching the International with Clive Owen. As I took advantage of the unlimited snacks and beverages. He is defiantely Jolie Laid. His badass demeanour makes him a sure "I WOULD MAKE SEXY WITH YOU" candidate. I noticed in this movie he rarely blinks, maybe he's a cyborg. Just putting it out there. I then chatted it up with a cute retired couple from NY. I am a fan of New Yorkers. or at least the ones I have met thus far. Like my homeboy cab driver SAMUEL he was 79 years old and was still a latin lover. He said next time I am in the city he'd take me out for lunch. Platonic of course. He told me he doesn't date young women, goes against his ethics. He also told me that I was wasting my time by not living in NYC, apparently my fortune and my chariot (his cab) await me. I commence my working world next week, oh how I have attempted to procrastinate on joining the real world. SOmehting I will attempt to do for....well ever!
tootles as they say.
THIS IS ALITTLE SOMETHING THAT I LOVE TO DO.
This maybe my new favourite.but who knows.
i notcied that it has an underlining Alfonso Ribiero theme.
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