Don't play with it

So I've been sick the past couple days and I've been deliberating on my posts. In fact I have a few half-typed posts that I shall officialize in due time.

Now onto greater matters...

I've heard time and time again people of both genders, but more so male, state that 'every time they get into a relationship suddenly the world of women become aware of their existence and attempt to pursue a relationship.' This has never been the case with me. I've never met a guy and thought to myself 'HEYYY... you have a girlfriend? Ok, I'm going to try harder to get with you.' *big bright perky smile*

No. Just no. This is not the Olympics. We're not trying harder to break any records. Why the hell would I want to pursue someone who has already found someone else? Like seriously? Who does that? 'I have a girl' does not equate 'let me try harder.'

So my interest in this topic has been piqued by an observation I made amongst acquaintances and for the sake of ease of explanation I'll try and create the hypothetical story as simple as possible.

Imagine you're a girl and you have a boyfriend. At the present moment, you're going through relationship problems and get close to an old male friend who's also in a relationship. As time progresses, the both of you become closer however in a platonic sense. The guy then starts to push for something romantic, to which you decline for obvious reasons. And for those who don't deal with the obvious, that is --- he has a gf, and even if he didn't you have your bf that you love, and even if that wasn't the case nobody wants to get with someone that's willing to cheat with them anyways. Right?


Fast forward a few months later... The guy confesses that he was lying about having a gf the entire time and the said girl 'failed his test.' I know you're curious as to what exactly was this test. So was I... so you could imagine the onslaught of curious questions I had in mind to wrap my mind around how exactly one rationalizes this 'test,' i.e., what sort of motives are involved? How does one get oneself into such a situation? How can it be avoided?

Apparently, as the story unfolds, the guy wanted to see whether she was interested in him. If she 'passed the test' her response to his 'Umm... actually, I don't have a gf...' was supposed to go like,'Really? Well... that's even better! ...'cuz even if you did have your girl I love you so much that I was willing to take what I can get and wait for you meanwhile...'


Pardon me? You're joking right? You can't possibly be serious?

There's so many things wrong with that equation. I was literally stuttering when I heard this story. It's so ridiculous it's difficult to take serious. People say this kind of stuff? And by people I mean 'Grown Folks.' I can't even begin to describe the level of dotishness that is.

First of all, you meet someone and they're in a relationship. In my world, if I'm single, you're automatically in the brother/friend zone. You could be Tyson Beckford for all I care... it won't make a difference. I wouldn't think 'Oh, let me try harder..!' What kind of sick, low self-esteem person does that? Perhaps 'sick' is not the right word... To be succinct, what kind of person aspires to be a home wrecker?

Which leads to my next point... My consequent question would be 'Why would you want to be with someone willing to cheat on the person they claim to love... and additionally, be ok with you cheating on the person you're with?' Whatever happened to the 'If they cheat with you, then they'll cheat on you' rule? Who's to say this person won't fall for the next friend in line should you end up in a relationship and end up in some rough waters for a while...? Furthermore, what kind of girl would put herself in said situation? Why would she consent to this?

I can't imagine me and my guy in that situation... and he gets a new girl and I say 'Babe, I know you have a new girl and ting... but I just want you to know I love you and always will... and I'm willing to wait for you...'

Umm.. No. Just no. It just won't happen. That's just setting yourself up for abuse. That's setting yourself up for being a quotable to his friend's when he's talking about all the girls that he no longer wants that are still begging to be with him, have his kids, etc. Bragging rights I believe? I'm tired of hearing guys refer amused to the long list of ex-es that they have that are 'begging to get pregnant for them' and 'regret cheating/breaking up.'

I mean... I'm still baffled... confounded... by the whole story. It's so absurd, it's hilarious.

Meh... what do I know? My logic has failed me to understand this situation. Fortunately, it's not for me to understand henceforth. Best wishes to the parties involved. Thank God it's not my problem.

Folks, there's too many fishes in the sea to be fighting over fish that's been caught. Leave that for the people who like dramatic stories.

Anyways, let me resume typing my summary for class...
Shelli out.

I don't have much to post on tonight per se. I went to the sulphur springs in Bylands (sp?) yesterday and I shall post about that later I guess. I'm too lazy to type up a proper post about it nor upload pics.

Sharks populations can't withstand commercial fishing the way more fecund marine species can. Unlike other fish harvested from the wild, sharks grow slowly. They don't reach sexual maturity until later in life — the female great white, for example, at 12 to 14 years — and when they do, they have comparatively few offspring at a time, unlike, say, big tunas, which release millions of eggs when they spawn. (Not that overfishing has left big tunas in much better shape than sharks, but that's another story.) As a result, the sharks that are netted are either adolescents that have not had a chance to reproduce or are among the few adults capable of adding new pups to the mix — and never will. "The shark stock on the Great Barrier Reef was hit hard when fishing started in earnest here 30 years ago, and it hasn't recovered at all," says Fitzpatrick [a marine biologist]. - Time Magazine

- Jamal G.

Cookies for breakfast on a Sunday morning. That's what happens when you're pressed for time with an impending exam and lingering guilt from not studying as much the night prior. Therefore, this shall be a short post.

This weekend has turned into poetry weekend for me. I've been trying to resurrect 'girls night' this year. So far we've pulled off a few movie nights where we did things I didn't even do as a kid at slumber party such as watch movies and paint our nails in wacky colours. So for all of you who've seen me in person recently and been looking at my nails curiously wondering what the hell is going on......... girls night + laziness to remove nail polish has been going on... well for the most part that is, I've gotten comfortable with the crazy colours since.

This Friday I hung out with Sher. As is customary with me, I arrived in town about 15-20 minutes late after deliberating on what to wear for 2 hours. Needless to say, she left my backside and gave me directions as to how to reach the location. Hmph, in all fairness, she could've done like Carly and snooks and tell me they've arrived/left the house --- when in reality they haven't and they're factoring in my twist and turning time so we actually in the end arrive at the same time.


We went to this poetry/jazz chill spot that I never knew existed. I think it's called Le Bistro and my assumption is purely based on a memory of Sher snapping a photo of the dangling outside sign. Guilty consciences about late arrivals always beg for a quiet, discrete entrance with very little observation to details beyond getting to a seat. Now I'm almost certain you already have an idea where it is. I believe I've heard the music before on evenings walking past the building on my way to Josef's, I just could never figure out how to get upstairs and wasn't too bothered to get off-route to find out.

So I shall give directions from the tunnel because it's the flattest route. After passing the tunnel, approach the museum building. Take a left going up the hill. You will see a huge gate with a cannon in the yard. The gate is also roughly opposite of MNIB...and voilà you have arrived. Enter the gate, proceed up the stairs, it's the door on the left.

Apparently, this goes on every Friday evening from about 6-8 pm. I was in love. I made it in time to just hear the last poet... as she was finishing. *sigh* But it was still amazing. Then there was some live jazz music. A girl I know vaguely from Facebook and seeing her face around, Lisa Thomas, sang two covers - an a capella 'Cross the line' by John Legend and a classic 'Summertime' by Ella Fitzgerald. She has an amazing voice. Then we had a put-on-the-spot performance by Sean, a guy here on the island as part of the Peace Corps, who sang two songs (while playing his guitar) - an American classic 'Sweet Caroline' and an boy band classic 'I want it that way' by the Backstreet Boys. Dr. Keans-Douglas was there performing on his harmonica... Mr. Belfon on the saxophone... So...There was a saxophonist, guitarist, etc. (I don't know all my instruments, so consider 'etc.' my cop out) It was lovely.

So... I couldn't help myself. I called dad and let him hear all the good stuff over the phone. He was musing that it sounded just like being at Bourbon Street in New Orleans all over again... It was just that good.

On the downside, the setting is ok. It has those nice yellow lights that give the room that cozy comforting feeling. In the room itself, there are seats where you can sit or space for you to linger around the sides to stand - whichever your preference. There was a table outside with some drinks for sale, should you desire something to wet your throat. It would've been nice if there were some snacks outside - I think there was some but it finished... I could imagine some cake and pastries at this sort of gathering... or even sandwiches... yum. Or perhaps that's my lack of a proper breakfast talking to me.

Nuntheless, that's where we come in. You don't have to pay to come inside. The event is free, open to anyone who appreciates this sort of stuff and just looking for a nice, chill hang out. You may offer a donation in the basket on your way out. Proceeds go towards improving and maintaining the event. Friday coming they're going to have a violinist, electric guitarist and a bunch of other different performers.

Sher's going to be performing one of her pieces, she's deliberating on which to do. I might do one... It's been ages since I've done this. I can't even remember when last I've been to a W.A.G. meeting much less.

Wanna spit sum'n? Wanna play sum'n? It's an open mic.

P.S. Sorry, I forgot my camera this time so no pics.