Check out this great MSN Video: Croc and fisherman, BFFs in Costa Rica

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By 6:55 PM ,
When i reminisce ignorance was bliss,
Back in the days where the magic exist
Never be the same as it was, 'cuz the way it was
Just another day in the maze of a myth
Had a lot of fun living life on the run,
Never had a chance to pause to get a better glance
Everything was free and everything was fast
Never even thought it wouldn't last
When you go the mind of a man in the middle
Life is just a big fat riddle, so figure it out
Always thinking that you know
Everything little thing there is to know
But you don't really know, ya know?
It's like love, some people get it
For some it's just a glove that just never fitted
For me it's just a pain in the ass
But i'm addicted to the taste of hopin' it could last
Another day, another night
 another game, another fight 
another wrong, another right
...inside of lonely world...
- Limp Bizkit

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By 11:52 PM , ,
What to update on?

***

It's been a couple days. Nothing exciting has happened really... just sketching...

New sketches on .... http://cestmoipics.blogspot.com and yes I coffee stained my paper myself (as a personal experiment). The following pics are a few off the site... Yea yea yea.. I know I was writing slanted, I used to be able to write straight. Don't worry, all skills return in due time.

I decided to pair my fave quotes, or those I stumble upon that pique my interest, with inspired sketches...






C'est tout.
Shelli. Deuce

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No offense but...

By 10:28 AM , ,
I love Google. I really do. I believe Google even owns Blogger right now... and if they didn't, then I wouldn't have been one of the first to get exclusive access to Gmail when it was first launched... Since then Google bought Youtube and formed numerous partnerships... launched an awesome browser (Chrome) and so forth.

However, in the back of my mind I've always wondered, am I the only that sees a problem with all that power? I remember back when I discovered that Google tracks your searches, the sites you frequent. There's supposed to be a feature somewhere, not that I remember how to get back to it, that shows you the history of your browsing by day, week, month, year. Sure, cool? I say creepy. But that was years ago... This article here discusses the privacy issues from then and this one as of current.

I mean... don't you think it's weird that one company should have so much information about you? Your emails, your browsing, your chat conversations, phone conversations, etc?

No one man should have all that power...♫  The clock is ticking I just count the hours...

I've always asked, so what if one day Google should become interested in me then? Some grand scale lawsuit comes up that requires to pull information about my online habits? I mean the chances are slim, but it's not a complete impossibility now is it? Stranger things have happened, even if such a case hasn't happened yet, it simply means there's potential for anyone's goose to be plucked, stuffed and cooked with the ease of a few clicks. ...


CNET...
If search history, e-mail and registration information were combined, a company could see intimate details about a person's health, sex life, religion, financial status and buying preferences.
It's "data that's practically a printout of what's going on in your brain: What you are thinking of buying, who you talk to, what you talk about," Bankston said. "It is an unprecedented amount of personal information, and these third parties (such as Google) have carte blanche control over that information."

Sure, they won't reveal your information to 3rd parties. *Shrug* That's what they all say... I'm just saying it's not impossible for some shade of gray area to pop up requiring the information being released. And then what?



So what inspired this? Msn's article today about invasion of privacy by a Google employee.


Creepy Google stalker proves your privacy is an illusion
-Helen A.S. Popin
David Barksdale lost his job at Google after parents complained that the 27-year-old Site Reliability Engineer violated the online privacy of at least four minors, reports Gawker. According to the story, Barksdale used his elite position to tap into Google voice phone logs, accessed Google contact lists and chat transcripts, and in at least one incident, unblocked himself from a Google Talk buddy list after the teen account owner blocked him.

...As Ryan Single recently wrote on Wired's Epicenter blog (in a post delineating Google's better practices), "They hold onto search and other profile data for too long, and their'anonymization' of the data after 18 months could be easily reversed. They still turn on thecreepy 'Web History' by default for all account holders, which is an egregious privacy choice (however, this 'feature' only records your searches and the places you visit from a search result page, unless you use the Google Toolbar in your browser, which records everything when ‘Web History’ is enabled)."

...The problem is with people, and until Skynet, there's no getting past that reality. Speaking of egregious pop culture references, who here hasn't played "Girl With the Dragon Tattoo," embracing that tingly feeling of power you get when your search engine superpowers to uncover even the most benign intimacies belonging to people you know in real life?

...With elite access comes great responsibility, sometimes too tempting to resist. That creepy Google engineer stalker guy isn't so much an anomaly as he is evidence that your online privacy is gone gone gone, and it ain't never coming back.


So now we don't even have to wait for 3rd party prompting. We could just wait on some employee on the inside to abuse the information access. 

What do you think?

Shelli out.

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By 6:10 PM
I just spent the entire day working on my Political Science paper. I shall now proceed to go have dinner... then spend the rest of the evening doing my Critical Reading homework.

*sigh*

Too exhausted for a real update. But I could surely do with pizza. We should seriously have a Dominoes in Grenada so I could order delivery.

Shelli out.

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*sigh* you never let me have any fun :(

By 8:36 AM ,
Everyone loves a bit of drama, no?

So upon a little bit more research, the "Burn a Koran Day" post a few posts back... was actually inspired by the notions of building a mosque near the 9/11 site. I don't think it really came to pass though. 9/11 has come and gone. I believe the idiotic pastor changed his mind a lil' bit after my initial post.

Anyways, as anticipated, Muslims aren't too pleased about the whole situation.

Excerpt... (posted Monday 13th Sept. 2.19 am via Indian Express)
In Afghanistan, protesters chanting “Death to America” and “Death to Christians” clashed with security forces in Logar, south of the capital. Seven demonstrators were wounded, when Afghan security forces opened fire to disperse protesters marching to Pul-e-Alam. The police said two of the wounded died. “The Governor must give us an assurance that the church is not going to burn the Koran, otherwise we will attack foreign troop bases in our thousands,” protester Mohammad Yahya said.
While Jones abandoned his plan, there were at least two incidents of abuse of the Koran in New York on Saturday. Meanwhile, on Sunday, Imam Feisal Abdul Rauf, a cleric linked to the building of the Islamic centre near Geound Zero, said the burning of the Koran “would have created a disaster in the Muslim world. It would have strengthened the radicals”.

Like they didn't see that coming... stupes

At least they didn't go ahead with the burning though... it would've far worse.

***

Till... later
Deuce

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Soooo... be quiet?

By 10:45 PM , , ,
I had an awesome weekend.

I didn't go to the Jhandi but I still got my seven curry. What is seven curry you ask? (Don't worry, I know you're thinking it... I didn't know myself) How my mom explains it, it's simply different dishes in portions. Each dish you call it a curry. For example, stew eggplant, curried katahar, etc... each is a "curry." So if someone comes to visit and asks you, "what curry you cooking?" - simply means - what dish are you making today?

I love Jhandis. I can't understand a single word in the prayer, nor am I Hindu so I don't need to understand it... But I love the whole cultural experience. I get to wear my shalwar... Hopefully someday I'll have my own sari.

And most importantly, with all Indian celebrations, there's always a LOT of food involved. That naturally is my most favourite part. The dishes don't have meat - but it tastes so good you don't need meat. My favourite dishes are anything with katahar in it. Why? Because katahar tastes like chicken. I remember the first time I ate it I asked my mom how come she said they don't cook with meat yet I'm eating chicken. *frown* She thought it was funny...

Anyways... After the prayer they give you this little brown paper bag that has all sorts of yummy goodies in it - generally sweet treats. There's a little bag of fruits such as a slice of apple, a banana, dates, prunes and grapes. Then there's a bit of prasad, rote(I'm not sure how to spell this one), pera, mithai/kumar, etc... And then there's the wide range of Indian dishes such as dhal puri (roti), various curries, stews, etc. as well as desserts. Yum.

***

What awesomeness did I do instead? I chilled with snooks and watched a couple movies. As usual, the ones I pick turn out extra sucky and much to my annoyance, in contrast, despite my reluctance to watch a pile of action movies, he always picks out the ones that are really good. All I could do at the end was mumble and mutter and grumble to myself.


I picked out  'Burning Bright.' Honestly, it wasn't awful but it wasn't that great either. It was like a 10 minute plot that got dragged out into a full length feature film. In a nutshell it's about this young woman and her autistic brother who get trapped in a house with a tiger during a hurricane. Sounds absurd? Not quite. How the movie explains itself is plausible enough... but it's not involving enough. Straight-to-dvd? Yes. Would I watch it again? Umm.... sadly to say, yes, just because of the suspenseful gasp moments with the tiger (and I cut through half of the movie and apparently we missed some exciting parts according to reviews on IMDB). The tiger was absolutely gorgeous and they used a real one(or three). But... the plot just didn't have enough to carry the whole film.

(who's a pretty kitty? Yesh...yesh... yesh you are)
(ok enough gushing about the tiger)




He picked "Salt" and "Knight and Day." I loved 'Salt.' It was very entertaining... nice plot line and development. A little love story, a little action, and lots of woman power - what's not to like? Tagline question is 'Who is Salt?' In a nutshell she works for the CIA and is accused of being a Russian spy. After reading through some reviews on IMDB some people seem to have gone too indepth with their analysis - going on and on about the Cold War, the impossibility of the movie, blah blah blah. It's just a movie, chill, an entertaining one at that.




 'Knight and Day' was alright. I think I almost fell asleep at some points, but that could be because I was tired as well. It had a similar action/romance trend to 'Salt' but (to me) less involving. However, it was more comedy and had a much lighter atmosphere and considering all the hype from the two action/suspense/thriller movies we watched prior, so that could be the cause of my prejudice. Maybe if I watched it in isolation of the other films and wasn't a tad sleepy then perhaps I would've loved it. I generally love all of Cameron Diaz's movies. Some people are after some powerful battery Tom Cruise's character in the movie helped create. They try to kill him, Cameron gets fenced in all the excitement inadvertently.


***

That is all.
Shelli out.

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Jhandi this evening. Might be going. Wish I had a camera.... but I don't. Write about it later.

Deuce.

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I love this book.

By 4:45 PM , ,
That is... Captain Corelli's Mandolin. There's a movie based on it as well.... I've never finished it but the language is so delicious and transforming... it's almost like watching an artist paint a painting except his words are the paint and the pages are his brush. And... as with painting, you don't fully always understand everything that's going on but you're so mesmerized and enthralled by watching and being able to share the process, you can't help but continue the journey and try to see like you're watching through the artist's eyes himself.

***


“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.” 
- Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.

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By 12:29 PM , , , , ,
Epic summer.
Climax/Anti-climax

I thought about the world
Drank gin and watched the news
And there are some things I'll never understand
Why the country needs a God
And a woman needs a man 

***

And it's like everytime I turn around I fall in love 
...And find my heart faced down...
And where it lands... is where it should
...Something's gotta go wrong cuz I'm feeling way too damn good
- Nickelback "Feelin' way too damn good"

***

Oh the awkward moments of social networking... You add one person and then someone else you know casually through them adds you and you're faced with the question - Do I accept on the basis of casual acquaintance? Do I reject because under normal circumstances I wouldn't have even bothered to send a friend request vice versa? Or do I leave it pending... so that deliberation spares all feelings involved? Hmm...



***

The merits of time management?

As a procrastinator/disorganized individual... How many times have you ever decided to use a planner and plan out your weeks/months? And how long did that ever last for?

I'm doing this class - Review of English and Study Skills. Initially, I was annoyed that I had to do it but this first assignment has only showed me how disorganized I am. I knew I was a bit off before, but I didn't realize how much. We had to do a weekly and monthly planner. I well catch my backside to work out the daily/weekly planner - I ran out of hours in a day considering all the things I convinced myself that I do and the amount of time I spend idling. And I knew I had a filled semester even though my schedule looks so spaced out subject-wise... but filling out the next four months on a calender just made me realize I don't have a life for the next four months really, unless I come up with a brilliant game plan.. hmm...


***

So... before this talk gets stale... Lemme talk about this 'Burn a Qu'ran Day' thing. 

Are they crazy??? The irony is, before I knew this was going on, some friends and I had a religious argument in the Library and naturally it got heated. The firm Christian believers would become very impassioned and the argument matures into something it really didn't need to be. At the end of it all, as with all these types of arguments all I have to say is - God, regardless of religion, sends the worst public relations people to try and convince me of any inclinations to believe in organized religion.

And then along comes this idiot to validate my point. When in doubt, just wait - there's always some dotish person around to misrepresent. 

I mean I have so many opinions on this but all are negative. On a religious scale, how is this even ok? Is that what God is telling you in the bible?? Whatever happened to respecting your fellow man? Imagine the grand scale offense it would be if the Muslims decided to have a "Burn a Bible day." You want people of other religions to respect yours and live alongside you peacefully, but at the same time you want to be disrespectful??

On a civil rights scale, America has too many freedoms. I posted a while back about my surprise and annoyance at their stance with the 'right to burn (their own) flag' as a means of self-expression... C'mon, you have to draw the line somewhere... Some of these rights are inevitably going to violate other people's rights in some way and you can't keep bending and changing your mind every time someone decides "Oh, we should have a right to do this..." That just makes you seem confused and way too accepting. And it creates an even bigger problem sometimes...

....In a political sense. This is more than just a religious issue. If it was a "Burn a Bible day" issue, it would've been something religious. It probably wouldn't have even ventured beyond the forum of a religious offense. However, it's supposed to be done on the day of 9.11... the day of the alleged terrorist attacks. I say alleged because I'm also one of those people, as indicated in previous posts, that believes there's some merit to the conspiracy talk and think too many curious events surround the whole thing. (But I'll save the elaborate discussion for a future post) 

Back to today's schedule message.... Burning it sends a whole different message on a political scale. You're not just offending Muslims within the US but those outside... Those who additionally, might I add, are not afraid to kill you and themselves to prove a point? And when they react, it's most likely not going to be some petty one little church response, but something that would wipe out a lot of people... Remember, beware of the fearless person with nothing to lose???

Facebook page "Burn a Koran Day" with a "Islam is the devil" profile pic? Seriously?! 13,992 fans?! 

Need two good solid slap between their sense and their non sense... das wha...

Stupes...

Idiots.

***

On a funny note...
check the following vid... His myspace has it better though

I'm 50 tyson *wink*





So I could stay warm when I was without you 
Without you I don't sleep 
Just dream... 


-Jack's Mannequin "Last Straw" 



Today is another rainy day. I'm freezing. Let me resume being an ice cube now.
Shelli out.

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Jack's Mannequin "Last straw"

This is the last straw... she said

...This is the last straw she said 

And I won't wait for you forever 

While you run around like JFK.. 


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By 3:44 PM
And I'm telling you...

***

Today's a rainy day... and depressing... I'm cold. And I can't focus to study. *sigh*

Real post later.

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Chicks say the darnest things...

Cherise: I'm gonna continue tellin him i love him and making him feel secure...

Liz:  Maybe you'll grow into it...?

Cherise: How did u think i got so deep in it?

Liz: Seeee... u are deep then!!

Cherise: No!! I mean deep into the frickin well of lies.

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All because he buys you champagne and I buy you lemonade....

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Now that I've broken the blog post drought.... onto the other updates.

*** WARNING ***

This is going to be a super long post.
(filled with pics and vids)
(and lots of *gasp* words)

***
Life Lesson # 12 : When you come to that fork in the road, take it.
-Yogi Berri 


***

Today I've been musing about all sorts of things but mostly revolving around choices. And well, my oh so eventful weekend.

When you really think about it, that's all that life comes down to - making choices. A friend was telling me the other night about a series of what if's regarding her relationship. What if she was really meant to be with her ex, who was a really good guy but they broke up, and not her current bf who's seemingly not as sweet as her ex but obviously has his own weight of value in her life? What if?

What if I should've stayed in NY last year and pushed and found a way to see my way through it? What if I decided to do Life Sciences at SGU when I returned? What if me and my ex never broke up? What if I never met my current boyfriend? What if I never taught those two years? What if I went straight to study in the States after high school? What if I never moved out in NY?

There will always be a what if... but that's the beauty of life, ain't it? I know I wrote a similar post a while back musing over what ifs regarding last year. But that's the thing.

In reality, there's no real good choice or bad choice. Hindsight is really only 20/20 regardless of how you flip it. Someone's seemingly bad choice, could be your best choice were you in their shoes... Different people need different experiences to bring them to certain breaking points so that they could grow.

The trick is, making a decision that involves some sort of risk and not just the easy stuff. You don't grow with the easy stuff. Moving out, that was a tough decision. 

I grew up relatively sheltered. Regardless of how extensively I had previously traveled, that summer of 2009 was the first on-my-own voyage without parents there to hold my hand. Moving to Yonkers, a place I've never been before, unfamiliar territory. No prior experience on taking care of myself to that extent where the entire responsibility of how you survive weighs entirely upon you (except for bills... daddy helped cover that but within a budget). 

It was scary. I had a lot of people who didn't think I was ready for it. I heard that I was young, I still needed someone there, I needed guidance, etc etc. But anyone who knows me, and knows me well, knows that I'm stubborn, independent minded and not afraid of taking on such risky ventures once I've wrapped my mind properly around the idea of it.

And guess what? Despite all those who didn't believe I could pull it off... I did. I had food in my fridge to last me weeks if at any given point I was unable to buy groceries because of low funds. I would shop at the supermarkets as sales permitted, go to class with my grocery bags and carry it the whole hour and some journey via train and bus home. I had to organize laundry days, study hours, time for cleaning, time for cooking... and figure out alternatives for all of the aforementioned should I mess up my schedule. 

I ate healthy for the most part because I got into the whole anti-high fructose corn syrup thing... I started making my own juice at home with cane sugar and limes, eating sunflower seeds, prunes and blueberries for snacks, I had frozen ice cream yogurt in my fridge because it was healthier than normal ice cream. In fact, I spent more money on frozen yogurt with real fruit slices (with Enda) than on regular ice cream for the entire duration of that year in NY. And I didn't return home malnourished. My grades were good - I got all As and one C in Micro-econ (but thats because in my mind I already signed off on paying attention in class). I didn't party every weekend like everyone thought was my ulterior motive.

I was home most weekends, chatting with friends from back home, my bf, cooking, doing laundry, etc. The few, and literally few times, I made it out at nights were with Enda and Adia and it was nothing lawless... just to chill in the city for a bit.

Ohhh.... I fell in love with the pub right by my house though. I discovered it late, but I used to go shoot pool on a regular and have dinner there sometimes when I did discover it.

Moving back was another decision that I wasn't sure that would pan out too well. I'm still uncertain about how well it's working. In many ways, I'm happy. There's a lot less stress. I must admit, just like Dahl admitted recently about having his mom move in with him, there's a lot of perks to living with the parents. Mom cooks and packs my lunch like old times, washes my clothes and irons it sometimes. (Although mind you, in my fierce independent moments I declare I want to do all those things myself and I get ignorant and do it myself) (Most of) My friends are here... My hunny bunny is here. But on the flip side, I know why the caged bird sings. *sad face* There's nothing like tasting freedom and the bittersweet/blissful weight of responsibility and then losing it completely. Along with all the perks are alllll the rules that existed before I moved out. *sigh*

But it's only for a time right? However, the point of saying all this is that... you don't really know. All you can do is make a decision, and see it through regardless. Then if you don't like how it's going, then make another decision, and see it through and so forth.

Avoid the fear of risk. I don't know. At one point in time I was terrified of change and lived for the expectations of people...

And now, although I try to follow most of societies norms and expectations, I try to dance to the beat of my own drum... paving my own route and figuring it all out as I go along.

I refuse to be one of those people, although I'm guilty on occasion, that look back years later in life saying "maybe I should've done this... or have done that." So long as it's not completely insane, and I truly believe it's for the betterment in my personal development logically as a decision, I shall do it. And then, I'll figure out how to deal with the consequences as I go on... There will always be consequences regardless of what you decision you make. *shrug*

Ships are safe in harbour... but that's not what ships are built for.
Who's with me?

***

As for my summer? I didn't get to take any pics at all. It wasn't nearly as epic as my good friend Jamal's summer. But it was surely a delectable sun-soaked season indeed. I had lots of fun times. I experienced Carnival in a way I never did before... I played jab jab with the old oil for the very first time. It was quite an experience. Naturally I was paranoid about the health effects of using the old car oil on my skin, but I did it anyways for the experience. Initially, it took a while for me to get accustomed to the fumes (although I'm not sure if there were really any or was just my imagination because Chloe kept telling me there was... lol). Then I ended up changing in public, a switch with me and Chlo Chlo, so as to use my shirt to cover my hair.. I tried to avoid getting the oil on my chest, tummy and back. And then my bf's brother dabbed it all over me, and that was about it. After that point, everyone felt it was ok to dab me in the oil. I got over my hysterics and just had fun and started dabbing people too. The major disappointment for me was that they had barricades along the sidewalks. All the years I've played J'ouvert (yeah I know I make it sound like I've played it more than just 2-3 times), there have never been barricades. If someone knows you, and they see you, they will dab you in paint or oil. It's just expected. No one goes to J'ouvert clean and come out clean. But apparently this year, it was possible. *sigh* The strangest thing for me in the Jab Jab band was the music. Drums the whole way. I didn't expect that.

Anyways, I enjoyed it.

(Note: before you start clicking wildly at the following links... I suggest you right-click on the hyperlink and open it in a new tab just so that you don't lose your position on this post)

Below are some J'ouvert pics I robbed from this website

Or if you'd prefer the slideshow... click here

The slideshow for the pretty mas is on this link...click here










And some from Oliver Lewis (yes I got his permission =P)






















I know I know.. His pics are gorgeous... and here are a few from Pretty Mas.













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Aside from that, as mentioned before in previous posts. I had the house to myself for a week and some. During that time, I had friends over to cook and stuff. The following is a video from me and my friends cooking in my kitchen. We had decided to make roti and curried chicken. Akeem, the guy it's mostly focused on, had decided to deviate from the proper way to make roti by rolling it out on the tawa whilst cooking it because he didn't want to clap it and pop the air pockets.

Oh... and you could check out my youtube channel while you're at it ---> here <---
They're all very random... not fully edited. But fun nuntheless. I'm working on doing proper vids with a purpose... worry not.


***
That concludes my post...

...

All because he buys you champagne and I buy you lemonade.
deuce.
Shelli  out.




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By 4:17 PM , , ,
It's been long overdue and every time I start a post there's been some grand intervention - be it power outage to random phone call.

Anyways, here goes.... updates.


Life Lesson # 11 : Death is something inevitable.. 
and as cliché as this will sound...
they don't lie when they say death always catches you unprepared
regardless of who you are,
the knowledge that it will happen,
and the amount of time you take for granted.



My uncle passed away.


Truth be told, I don't know how to feel nor how I feel about the death. I didn't grow up with family the way a lot of people have. I grew up with family in what could only be described as fragments of time. I have very specific memories of certain family members, and practically none for others.

My uncle. I don't have memories of extensive conversations, because that side of the family tends to be of men of few words, but I do have memories of things he did, his presence. I have a specific memory of how he spoke - kind of raspy and short. It wasn't anything personal, just how he spoke. His name was Donald, but I grew up hearing everyone calling him Pine, as in sweet pineapple (an old village nickname from his luck with the ladies I believe) so I started calling him Uncle Pine.

I remember once as a child, I walked upstairs to the living room where he sat in his favourite chair in front of the tv to deliver a message from my parents that went like "Uncle Pine, daddy asks if..." And he responded as - *shocked face* "Pine?! Pine? Since when you calling me Uncle Pine?? And not Uncle Donald??? *suspicious glance* Is yuh father that tell yuh to come mi dat eh???" 

And I was caught offguard and surprised. I knew he meant no harm by it, and it was just a joke... But it was so funny how he said it that it always stuck. On my mom's side there's another family member I grew up calling Aunty Bougie because I heard everyone calling her Bougie --- only to realize years later her name is Sylvia or something like that and 'Bougie' is means sister-in-law in Hindi. (She was my mom's brother's wife)

I also remember his food. It was always oh so delicious. I have no idea what he used to put in it, but there was a very distinctive Uncle Donaldy taste to whatever he made that you would just know. One time when I was visiting Aunty Ingrid, his ex-wife (yeah, that side of the family is weirdly close knitted and accepting of everyone even if official ties have been broken. Aunty Ingrid, his ex-wife, and Aunty Glory, his wife, are good friends.) cooked and it tasted just like Uncle Pine's food... and that launched a family joke. I told her that Uncle Donald taught her to cook, and she explained that she taught Uncle Donald to cook - although his story says the opposite - and that my grandmother Nada taught her who in turn taught Uncle Donald. Anyways, Aunty Ingrid is the only lasting person I have that cooks the distinctive way Uncle Donald does... regardless of who taught whom. *sad face*

I didn't know how to feel initially... but then I found myself crying yesterday as I watched the photos my cousins were throwing up and reading their wall posts on Facebook. It's sad. I grew up knowing that house on the corner of Sutphin blvd. and looking forward to visiting it. It was the first place we went to in the States and NY, for the matter, usually. Uncle Pine used to pick us up from the airport before he got very sick...

Which leads to the sickness... We all knew he was dying... But I mean, he was dying a while now, but I don't think I truly anticipated it would've been so soon. I took for granted the bided time that we had left with him with calls I promised myself to make, visits I attempted to make and felt like an attempt sufficed because I kept telling myself there was still time... that he'd be there when I go back up to NY because this was Uncle Donald, he was there and would always be there. Whenever we spoke to him, he would always talk about how much better he was feeling, how much he was improving. I was hoping for the lung transplant too, even though I knew the age issue was a huge factor making it a futile hope... but I was hoping nuntheless...

When mom called to say he was gone. It just caught me by surprise. 

R.I.P. Uncle Donald... *sad face*

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The tone of this post is now about to change 
into my anti-smoking campaign....

Aside from that, his death just re-affirmed my dislike/hatred for smoking. Despite the novelty and curiosity I found myself in within recent times, I'm by far not a smoker and I'm still an advocate against it. My curiosity days have long gone and I've resumed my anti-smoking mission. I mean seriously, it kills. WTF would you indulge in it still? *sigh* That would make it the second person I know that has died from the long term effects of smoking or exposure, and the third person to have gotten seriously sick from it. (that I can remember off the bat)

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In conclusion... some pics I'm borrowing from Xiaxue (she says it's fine on her blog) on smoking, since we're on an anti-smoking campaign again... She did them herself and decided to pitch from a different angle.

Xiaxue... (anti-smoking post excerpt from her blog)







I was just thinking about how anti-smoking campaigns are always going via the "soft" approach. You know, how it's like an addiction and there are hotlines, support groups and nicotine patches to help smokers quit.







Like they are going through some kind of unfortunate crisis.







Sure, there are also damn ugly photos on cigarette packets and maybe they work, but after a while, they lose their impact too! Honestly when I look at the photo of the reddish baby that looks like the baby octopus cold dish they serve at restaurants, all I think is, "URGH! That's hideous. I bet it's photoshopped for dramatic effect."







And when smokers see a photo of an abused, tarred lung, you think they pause and imagine that lung inside them and decide to quit?







No way. All these are effects that are not instant, so what happens is that they decide they willeventually quit, but not today. What's another week of smoking gonna do to a lung that's already soot black?







When you want people to quit smoking, you need to give them bloody good reasons, and because a lot of these reasons are not POLITICALLY CORRECT, nobody ever says them.







Obviously I don't mean that every non-smoker hates smokers. I have smoker friends. I'm just saying that I'd like then even better if they don't smoke. For example, if I have to only pick one friend to go on a free holiday with me, and I like both smoker and non-smoker friend equally, I'd pick the non-smoker friend. Why? Coz even if my smoker friend is really considerate, I still have to wait for him to finish smoking, thus eating up my holiday time. He'd ask if we can eat outdoors when I like indoors aircon and I don't like to have to reject people. I'd be alone while he smokes, etc....
Of course the opposite is true that smokers also prefer to have smoking friends but non-smokers WAY outnumber smokers. 

 Oh... and p.s. her stats include grandmothers, babies, children, etc...



and yes... I know her stats relate to Singapore... but I'm sure Singapore isn't unique with people who don't like smoking.

















...And Shelli out.
Ciao

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