Happy New Year!

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I know that it’s still New Year’s Eve but the Internet connection is on the fritz so I’m taking precautions:) 2011 might not have treated some of us as well it might to others but we can all hope for the best in 2012, that’s beginning tomorrow (obviously)

Well, you can expect a Resolution list soon if not later, I know I’ve said that earlier but apparently procrastination is what I do best so that’s on the list, as you can imagine.

I could talk about how this year has gone for me but I’ll just bore you to death so I’ll spare you the gory details and outline the best and, yes, some of the worst as well. Well here goes:

  • I got a Kindle! Yippy! I got most of my reading done on this.
  • I passed my CSEC exams with good, if not great, grades and I’m officially out of high school! But I’m still going to school mind you.
  • I’ve gained about 20 pounds.Oy. I’m not proud of it, but chocolate is too damn hard to resist!
  • I met my Goodreads Reading Challenge for this year! I’ve read some awesome and thought provoking books this year, but I still need to review them.
  • I made a blog I actually stick to! Yep, it’s this very same one and I love it! Through blogging I’ve met some really interesting people so I’m not that lonely any more

That’s about it. Have a Happy New Year everyone!

Happy 2012 Everyone! Image via dryicons.com

Merry Christmas to all!

12:14 AM and it’s officially Christmas Day! And I’m still at work at the S-Mart since the previous day, but that’s okay because all the staff is here it’s fun! I’m going to take a nice shower as soon as I get home and drop like a log in a hurricane onto my beloved bed shared with an annoying sibling … if that makes any sense, the log part …It’s still cold and rainy, like last year I think.

For the ones who stay awake and keep watch, for the ones in the front lines in the Mid East far away from home and loved ones, whether you get this or not, a special Merry Christmas to all of you and I hope you all get home safe.

Have a wonderful and peaceful Christmas to everyone. May God bless us all.

Christmas is here again! Along with the hustle and bustle!

It this time of the year again, a time of giving a time of thanks, a time for family and friends. A time of celebration. A time for cake and ice cream! And the challenge of resisting them … that’s already a battle lost …

I’ve noticed that it’s every year I lose the feeling of the holiday spirit, it just could be me, it might be due to losing my childish innocence, I don’t really know why. As we get older the novelty of Christmas wears off. It’s really sad but the little kids are the lucky ones, they live in the moment oblivious to the processes of growing up. I envy them, I have always said that I’d never want to grow up but one just can’t get away from the inevitable. I still don’t wanna grow up!

For me, it’s a Christmas at home this year with the family *coughs* annoying siblings *coughs* and a Christmas at home is the best kind there is! We’re all decked up with lights and decorations and a little Christmas tree.Yesterday was our gift exchange at work to day and I got this cute little necklace!

I work part time in the Money Gram branch in our area and let me tell you guys, standing up yesterday for three hours straight wasn’t easy! There I stood bare feet (I ran out of the house with the  first pair of footwear I grabbed, which unfortunately were wedge-heels) behind the counter, rushing in and out of the cash drawer, Christmas jingles blaring over the speakers, praying to God above that I don’t give out the wrong sum. I shouldn’t be the one to complain because the other girl was there since eight that morning!

Around 1PM the Internet decided that it was the perfect time to go and die on us! It was for more than half of an hour it was offline. Bless you Mike the technician! Curse you stupid faulty Internet connection! Uh … I should take that back … Them angelic customers were all for pitchforking us! With today’s crowd my feet are screaming since it’s Christmas Eve we were even busier, 6 hours and counting on our feet!

The Christmas tree under which lies a little village with Mr. and Mrs. Clause in the front. This is at the local bakery. Picture courtesy of yours truly.

The tree and many of its decorations in the picture above are relatively new. I remember the old one, I liked that one better, we used to help dress it up and it held a lot of fond memories *sigh*

Close up of the tree

As I write this, I’m singing along to Michael Buble’s “White Christmas” ft. Shania Twain. Oh man, how I’ve fallen in love with his beautiful voice!

Oooh!Ooh! Check out this dude:

Santy Clause! He's such a hotty.

Santy Clause! He's such a hotty:P

Santa here sings Jingle Bell Rock all the day long (or as long he’s plugged in) and dances while he does! I’ve gotten early presents this year and my favourites being the books I got to choose. Thanks Granny! The said books being Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code and J.R.R Tolkein’s The Fellowship of the Ring.

My copy of The Da Vinci Code, an illustrated edition.

I’ve gotten a good lot this year but didn’t feel I’ve given as much … it’s more of the giving than the getting but I’ve got smiles and Merry Christmases in abundance! This holiday season has been good so far except the various times my dad and his brother tells me that I’ve gotten fat, they only kid around but it still stings a bit even though I ignore them. I mean, come on people, I know I’m fat so you don’t need to shove it in my face ever so often. Joke or not but I play tough girl and tell them to shove it, in my mind of course! Pity party’s over so  don’t worry.

I’ll post my New Years Resolutions soon and I can only hope I stand by all of them this year. It’s going to be a rainy Christmas this year in my part of the world, it’s now 30 degrees C, how is it where you live? Enjoying the holiday so far?

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy Peaceful New Year! I am now mentally giving all of you a big hug!

Cheers!

(All of the pictures in this post was taken by me, Devina)

Chew on this question, will ya?

I’ve been thinking about how much people fight, it’s because we think differently and we don’t see eye to eye on various situations. Then this question pops up in my head:

Is there something, at least one thing, that everybody on Earth would agree to?

Well, I was going to say the colour of the sky during the day but then some genius would come and spark a debate on what shade of blue it is.

So please think about it and share your thoughts. It would be nice to know, despite all of our differences, that we would all agree on something together.

The Hunger Games by Suzane Collins

Cover via Goodreads.com.

My rating: 5 Stars

Goodreads blurb
In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has been close to dead before-and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love. Acclaimed writer Suzanne Collins, author of the New York Times bestselling The Underland Chronicles, delivers equal parts suspense and philosophy, adventure and romance, in this searing novel set in a future with unsettling parallels to our present.

My review

I can’t believe that I’ve waited so long to read this book! The time wasted seems absurd. When a book keeps me up ’til 2 in the morning, at the edge of my seat, well my bed, makes me ignore being yelled at to turn out the lights and commands my attention it definitely deserves 5 stars at least. The Hunger Games was no exception. I haven’t read a book so captivating since Harry Potter but it doesn’t beat Harry, mind you. This is a diehard Harry Potter fan talking here!

Panem had thirteen districts with the Capitol at the top of things and I emphasize on had. After the districts came together to overthrow the Capitol, District 13 was obliterated and the rest of them were in shambles, well most of them.

Long story short, the Capitol is full of a bunch of greedy power hungry, heartless loonies, with a few exceptions. Body alterations that you wouldn’t believe I mean they take surgeries to look perfect, a few dyes their skin colour, even guys wear make-up as a norm.

To remind everyone of their huge mistake the Capitol punishes everyone by forcing them to give up a boy and a girl from each district to participate in The Hunger Games, where they fight to the death until only one remains. So the people of Panem watch their children die before their eyes. Can you imagine being helpless, having no choice but to give up your kids for slaughter?

Katiness Everdeen ,from District 12, was in a fight for life from the moment she volunteered in her sister’s, Prim,place in the Hunger Games when she was chosen,which was a supprise because the odds were supposed to be in her favour! She leaves whatever comfort she had, her friends, especially Gale, her family and everything she’s known of home.

Peeta Mellark, the baker’s son, is the male tribute for District 12.Once in the only way out was to win. Katiness put her hunting skills to the test, unsure how to treat Peeta’s kindness towards her. I mean one of them will have to end up dead for the other to win. What if it turned out that one of them will die at the other’s hands? Why be so kind? He must be deceiving her, or is he?

In the end what Katiness did had ‘Rebellion’ (ahh!The sweet smell of rebellion!) all over it but she only meant to make the Gamemakers a laughing stock, when it actually made her an enemy of the Capitol. Not good news at all. But it’s not that they weren’t enemies from the start, but now the Capitol has their eyes trained on certain people from District 12.

At this point we know she lives or there wouldn’t be any Catching Fire and she made it to Mockingjay that makes it easier for me to breathe, but I know that the ride to come will leave me breathless!

Read more here

Poem: This is the dark time, my love. By Martin Carter

This is the dark time, my love,

All round the land brown beetles crawl about.

The shining sun is hidden in the sky.

Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow.

This is the dark time, my love,

It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears.

It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery.

Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious.

Who comes walking in the dark night time?

Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass?

It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader

Watching you sleep and aiming at your dreams.

~~~

 This was one of the twenty poems that I had to analyze for my CSEC (Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate) examinations I wrote this year. It’s also one of my favourites. In this poem Mr.Carter, a Guyanese, describes the arrival of the British troops in what used to be British Guiana at the time of independence. Our narrator is engaged in conversation with his lover, referring to the invading soldiers -the’ brown beetles’ – and the effect of their presence on the country. He sees the soldiers bringing death with them and destroying the dreams of innocent people.

(Note: After independence, British Guiana became Guyana, a ‘y’ replacing the ‘i’ and more formally known as Co-operative Republic of Guyana)

The repetition of the line ‘This is the dark time, my love’ emphasizes on what a dreadful and fearful time it was. They were almost there, almost free of the British hold.

Even Mother Nature herself was aware of the struggle: ‘The shining sun is hidden in the sky. Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow’

I quote:

‘This is the dark time, my love,

It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears.

It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery.

Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious.’

Those lines alone tells me how bad it was. I am transported back in time when chaos, fear, hate were in abundance where hope hung by a thread but there was still hope nonetheless.

Who comes walking in the dark night time?

Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass?

It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader

Watching you sleep and aiming at your dreams.

Aiming at the dreams of the innocent, people who had a right to look forward for a brighter future for their country and themselves. Free of being bullied, hated and looked down upon because of being different only to have a dark shadow cast over them by the invasion of the soldiers.

~~~

This simple poem touched me deep somewhere inside and being a Guyanese myself it holds a bit more meaning to me. After years of British reign Guyana became a free country on  May 26th, 1966. It’s during my days at high school when I began to appreciate poetry though some may be as easy to decipher as a foreign language.