Island life: Vibes and Places

 It was a crisp, early morning when we rolled into Amorita Resort. The air was cool and the birds were chirping; the peace punctuated by the far away rumbles of grass cutting machines by the Resort staff. The air was vibrant and cool. I was there supporting my friend, Fourth, or IV, (since he was the fourth of his name), as he was chosen to model for the resort. The resort was clean, and it was wonderful! Despite having been closed down (due to the Coronavirus), Amorita Resort was well maintained and practically clean. It was a bit warm though, but this isn't surprising, as we are living under a tropical sun.  The Villa was a bit pricey, but exquisite nonetheless. it had a complimentary bottle of wine included, and you know, we played around with it in the pool. It made for some good shots. It was particularly fun watching it float along the pool.  The shoot was fun, but it was tiring as hell. I realise now it ain't so easy working as someone's poster boy, but I did get som

  Life always has a lesson, its just up to us which lesson we decide to learn. There were once two people who never met each other. Lived in different worlds, different places. Let's call them Hanes and Lloyd But they had extremely similar life experiences: Both of them lost their fathers at an early age. Both of them had been judged by people and misunderstood. Both used to come from prominent families, now ruined. And both of them, used to have terrible and spoiled personalities. And, at their lowest point, both of them had looked back into their lives and contemplated on them. But this is where the similarity ends. Because Hanes looked at his, saw how ugly his attitude was, but blamed others for his personality, and why he wasn't disciplined. He blamed his dad for dying early, and for never being there for him. He learned to make excuses. Whereas when Lloyd confronted his, he saw the ugliness of it, and tried to improve. He sometimes failed, but asked for forgiveness and tri

It's been more than three years since these movies came out and I really just need to talk about these two movies in particular: Whiplash(2014) and Lala Land(2016). The amazing connection between the movie Whiplash and Lala land was that in the movie Whiplash, J.K. Simmons (The bald guy), was a die-hard jazz musician who would go through any lengths to ensure that his protegees would become extremely successful; with the movie culminating in this final scene in which Andrew Neiman (Miles Teller) snaps and plays "Caravan"; finally facing off against his abusive mentor, Terrence Fletcher. The movie ends with the both of them reconciling and giving off perhaps the best Drums-Jazz performance ever played. Andrew Neiman (Left - Played by Miles Teller) and Terrence Fletcher (Right - J.K Simmons) face off in the final scene of Whiplash (2014) In Lala Land, J.K Simmons' character (unnamed) in the film hated jazz -- Not just hated it: He hated it with a pas

She was naught but a troublesome memory. A distraction from the world's bitter sorrows. The beauty which she was, all from the screen. A friend in denial, she had endured and battled trials. Terrible as it was, she fought on, living, and fighting. For why shouldn't she? She had to, she had a daughter; she must keep on fighting. I was naught but a weakling, saddled with burdens too heavy to care about it all. Beset on all sides: family, life, work... It was all burdens too heavy to share. Yet she carried heavier burdens, and fell to no despair. Of course the story isn't about me. Its about her. This mystery woman. Did I fall in love? No. But certainly I was fascinated enough to write about it once again. The fascination stemming from the fact that it was all lies that pulled her through the heavy chains of life. All lies limp when the fear sets in. All lies was her name. Her eyes hiding lies but telling hidden truths; hidden under the facade, under those smiles and

When I was a kid, dad used to take me along his work on rare occasions where he would have to travel along our little island inspecting the smaller branches of the company he works for. Those were my most favourite times. I'd be sitting on the back of the car just watching the landscape go by and day dream about all the nice hills and the dainty and homey cottages that we'd pass through to get to our destination. Sometimes we'd stop by a town market to buy local delicacies and eat them while driving. That was the most fun that I have, especially when we'd end up driving all the way to the early evening when the sun would begin to set. Cue in the song by Orleans: Dance with m e The song would begin on its beautifully-strummed metallic note from an acoustic guitar, telling you all about country music just by putting in the chords in it. Usually that track was the 30th to 50th song dad had kept in his CD player (we didnt have bluetooth speakers then) and the world tha

Hey guys! Before you start reading this, I'd like you to open this link  in a new tab and listen to this music on the background. So my ex-girlfriend chatted me today. Wow, this has started to become some sort of an online diary, you think? One day, sometime in the future, I'm going to read this post and think: "Wow, how embarrassing was I?" Maybe. Or maybe not? I feel like sharing these things with you guys has been great for me. Many people say that we give up too much of our selves in social media, showing what we're supposed to hide on the internet, and that one day these things will come back to haunt us. Yet, it does feel nice to look back and see how much we've grown, right? So, oh yeah, my ex-girlfriend contacted me through social media. She asked me the question "Was I a cold girlfriend?" Imagine that, somebody who I hated because of a love that was unrequited after a few months of passion, asking that question. Keyword