EXCUSE ME WHILE I KISS THE SKY
I feel like I am currently at adult day camp.
seriously, my life mirrors one that I lived when
I was a wee Bihi. I woke up today and hit Mullet bay
again . and like always it was quite enjoyable. It began to rain as we were splish splashing about. It was an interesting contrast and also seeing people getting out of the water because they feared they would get wet. OOh people they are quite the smart ones. I also, enjoyed wearing goggles and looking out for fishies that swam all about. I then headed back to my new abode and went straight to bed. Swimming can tire one out, ya know? I slept for a couple of hours only to be awoken by the sweet aroma of chicken on ze bbq. And here I am.
I made a new video. to these new puritans, numberology. I picked the war theme because when listening to the song, i always imagined the pit-patter of soliders running across barren fields as they try to save their lives. i am not a warrior and carry little character of ever being one. My life is too fragile to fight for someone else. But i commend those who can, to a certain extent that is.
seriously, my life mirrors one that I lived when
I was a wee Bihi. I woke up today and hit Mullet bay
again . and like always it was quite enjoyable. It began to rain as we were splish splashing about. It was an interesting contrast and also seeing people getting out of the water because they feared they would get wet. OOh people they are quite the smart ones. I also, enjoyed wearing goggles and looking out for fishies that swam all about. I then headed back to my new abode and went straight to bed. Swimming can tire one out, ya know? I slept for a couple of hours only to be awoken by the sweet aroma of chicken on ze bbq. And here I am.
I made a new video. to these new puritans, numberology. I picked the war theme because when listening to the song, i always imagined the pit-patter of soliders running across barren fields as they try to save their lives. i am not a warrior and carry little character of ever being one. My life is too fragile to fight for someone else. But i commend those who can, to a certain extent that is.
I saw, PUBLIC ENEMIES. last night. It was pretty good, the choice of camera technique was kinda shotty at times. they used this RAW high definition technique that reminded me of this cheap soap opera that plays on CBS. Besides that the acting was stellar and the muscial score was on point. Its not everyday I get to hear "the man I love by billie holiday" within the public space. The film also confirmed the sexy factor that is Mr.Depp. My cousin and I drove back talking about him and her husband teased us like we were two love struck teenagers. With our without his good looks that man can act. I also really liked the fashion of the 1930's. It made me want to solely dress up in fine garb like silk dresses and chiffon skirts.
Perhaps I shall. The shopping here is not as fresh as its crystal blue wat. Seeing as I heart me some vintage I doubt the Carribean has anything to offer in that area. but c;est la vie. I packed enough clothes to last me for a while.
I have been lacking in the photo department as of lately, mainly because I am lazy and also because apparently this place is slightly shotty on crime. I dont feel like having a bulls-eye over my head you know?
The culture here is interesting and raw at times. There is a big contrast between locals and foreigners and then another contrast between the foreigners who live here and those who are on vacay. I currently fall within the two. Neither one nor the other.
I think this adventure will hit me towards the end of August when I dont have to worry about summer leaving me. Rather my worries will be placed under the fact that it is Hurricane season and the destructive path of nature. At this moment I rather take that than winter.
It appears my skin is getting darker than my sense of humour. Which I am ok with. I have attempted to apply sunscreen but apparently not enough to protect me from the UV ways of the sun.
whats a gal to do.
Tomorrow i wake up to the reality of the work world.
HERE I COME
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