tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340996362024-03-23T14:12:24.837-04:00~:ISLAND SPICE:~LIVING AND LOVING IN THE CARIBBEAN. BASED ON A TRUE STORY ..Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-29637668480639271872007-04-24T03:05:00.000-04:002007-04-24T03:08:20.085-04:00Relocation NoticeHear Ye! Hear Ye!<br />This blog can now be found at its <a href="http://islandspice.wordpress.com">WORDPRESS </a>home.<br />Check it out. ( I may be back... or not:)Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-59438171079231349582007-04-23T22:09:00.000-04:002007-04-23T22:16:19.419-04:00Random Hot Guys.. Part 1<div align="justify"><em>'People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime...'</em> You just never know..</div><div align="justify">1. <strong><em>The Pilot</em></strong>: I fly so much it stands to reason I would date a pilot ent? Not so.. for years I have cursed my airline hook-up luck.. but this fine day I was in the lounge waiting on a [you-guessed-it] delayed flight. I was miserable: attempting to blog and my wireless card wouldn't roam and it was post Heathrow dramas so I was also sick of going thu security and taking off my shoes everytime I wanted a coffee. steups! Then three pilots walked by.. I think everyone looked up just cause we were so happy to see freaking progress.. but one of them caught my eye. Verrrrry handsome. and that uniform! He smiled and.. I shit you not.. tipped his hat. I swear! </div><div align="justify">'Excuse me, Miss' .. I looked up at the stewardess defensively. Aint no way anyone was getting me off this flight. 'The pilots are inviting you up into the cockpit.. you can leave your bags with me' WTF? ... nobody tell FAA but next thing I know I am sitting on a funny lil pulldown seat and I am enjoying the best view in the house. The two older pilots were real friendly but my hottie was surprisingly quiet. Actually, he did most of the work while the other 2 fraternised with me. Needless to say, some totally random reason why I needed to leave my phone number with them was found. Fly those friendly skies after all!<br /></div><div align="justify">2. <strong><em>The Scotch Drinker</em></strong>: I was in a club, having a time. A friend pulled me over to introduce me to some guys.. they were artistes and clearly full of themselves. Just beyond them was another guy, sucking scotch thru a straw and watching me hard. He was a cutie.. as I went down the line of guys shaking hands I was looking forward to remembering only his name. Then I realised he wasn't with them. Phooey! I leaned in to listen to what one of the guys was saying.. 'Hey.. I wanna meet you too'. I turned and smiled. He was standing right beside me now, a naughtly little grin on his face. There was something in his face.. You know that ubercorny song 'I knew I loved you before I met you..' I held out my hand.. Suddenly there was yelling in my ear..'Girl.. you won't believe what just happened!' .. I was yanked away by my girlfriend. He pouted as I disappeared into the crowd. I passed that way again later but I didn't see him again. Damn.</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-65778973197932229732007-04-18T23:39:00.000-04:002007-04-19T00:28:21.578-04:00had a bad day?<div align="justify"><strong>T</strong>oday I sat in the sucky middle seat on the plane, the flight was delayed, the recycled air irritated my early stage flu and I was trying hard to finish a paper for work tomorrow. The lines in customs were ridiculously long.. I was tired and getting sick.. I hauled my bags off the scanner and headed through the doors. </div><div align="justify">There was a hot sea of people outside, everything was a blur.. my eyes locked on a very handsome man in the distance. He was drinking water and watching me. He smiled. My heart skipped a beat. In seconds he was in front of me pulling me into his arms. His kiss sent warmth through my body. </div><div align="justify">So is this what its like? After the drama, the space, the time and the 'talk' .. after all that, there was no need for words. Despite all things in that moment I felt that <em>je nais se quois</em>. He feels, tastes and smells just right. Maybe he is. I am going to bed with a smile on my face. </div><div align="justify">What a wonderful day. :)</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-23304249832892985172007-04-17T13:03:00.000-04:002007-04-19T01:07:00.199-04:00busted?!?!The security guard at this office I visit frequently keeps calling me 'Spicy'.. coincedence? fellow blogger? has my cover been blown? or am I just paranoid?Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-55177476589709433732007-04-07T10:52:00.000-04:002007-04-07T11:02:16.038-04:00I need a change..<div align="justify">I need variety. Seriously. Sameness drives me crazy. I have a therapist who says this is the root of why I can't settle down... in one country, in one job, with one man, with one hairstyle and it seems, with one blog :) So I been keeping another version of this blog on the side.. exploring the options .. you know how it goes. Today I really need to be pondering '<em>settling</em>' and '<em>down</em>' with some other major aspects of my life but while I work out my stories please take a prips of <a href="http://islandspice.wordpress.com">Island Spice Wordpress </a>stylee and tell me what you think. Danke! Bon dia! Happy Easter!</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-60746558372595535932007-04-04T01:44:00.000-04:002007-04-04T00:36:56.874-04:00On silence ..<div align="justify">A long distance relationship is hard. </div><div align="justify">No we are not together.. but its a relationship .. as yet undefined.<br />BJ fell into the habit of taking me for granted so very easily. We'd talk online, and usually I'd call once or twice a week. Then I noticed that I was intitating all the conversations and he was acting kinda passive and distant. I asked him what was up. First time he said nothing, everything is as it was. Second time he said its hard to express myself with you so far away and this being our only method of communication. Red flag? White flag? So I just stopped. I stopped calling him, I stopped going online in the evenings to chat. When we did speak however, I was always sweet as pie.<br /><br />The result:<br />Day 2: He links me online, 'everything ok, babes?'<br />Day 5: He initiates an IM conversation, I am pleasant but I have to go..<br />Day 8: He calls (!) and talks to me for a rather long time.<br />Day 10: He tells me his detailed plans for the weekend. I didn't ask eh?<br />Day 14: I come to my computer to find a long conversation from him. it ends with both I miss you and I love you.<br /><br />Go figure the man who 2 weeks ago was ignoring me. Steups!</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-302942524962045072007-04-02T10:15:00.000-04:002007-04-02T10:54:57.126-04:00I'd rather be..<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmpkIgzNtdLkPPNvMXHvObdnQ5gKbKigIvj8cu2YDIBQjTG0dPWpKTwmx64Hegv4oUVtJj2UGHeAdxnQaMQzoLW-_lyrcUqyw-MZxxG3CzLRGfbcp8XaJHmeUikKsyldNKcuS1Q/s1600-h/March+2007+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048836053208071570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmpkIgzNtdLkPPNvMXHvObdnQ5gKbKigIvj8cu2YDIBQjTG0dPWpKTwmx64Hegv4oUVtJj2UGHeAdxnQaMQzoLW-_lyrcUqyw-MZxxG3CzLRGfbcp8XaJHmeUikKsyldNKcuS1Q/s320/March+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /></a>At Goldeneye in Oracabessa. </div><div align="justify">At my parents house sleeping.</div><div align="justify">At Miss Mae's on Hellshire beach.</div><div align="justify">At the Gap Cafe way up above Newcastle.</div><div align="justify">At Little Ochi eating lobster in a fishing boat.</div><div align="justify">I'd rather be anywhere but here in a dinky borrowed office this morning. Its raining outside and I am feeling hungry and sleepy in equal measure. Why oh why must third world lawyers offices look <em>and smell</em> like this?? I promise one day to set up a very swanky practice... with good Blue Mountain Coffee!</div><div align="justify">So I have tons of work to do but I thought I'd share this photo with the blogosphere. I took it on a morning like this in a place a million miles from here. At the time it didn't seem so special but I am living off those memories right now..</div><div align="justify">Can you tell I am really looking forward to being back in Jamaica and NOT having to work!! Truth be told I probably won't get to do any of those things except sleep in my parents bed. Just one more week....</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-30591121835548296102007-03-26T23:10:00.000-04:002007-03-26T23:54:31.182-04:00Here with me..<div align="justify">BJ was landing in 45 minutes, I checked my watch. again. I pressed my face up on the office window as if I could see the airport from here. I sat in traffic. Bored. Nervous. Silly me. Of course the flight is late. *YAWN* I was up all night cleaning house and applying self tanner. I am hanging around arrivals like a red-cap porter. I wonder. *SPICE!!* I am caught offguard and suddenly embraced by a Random Hot Guy. [Okay, not a RHG, actually a cute pilot, worthy of a post, but not today...] *Spice..?* I shove off RHG, brush off my suit and curse under my breath as BJ walks over to me.</div><div align="justify">He's here! He's here! I am soooo in my happy place! He tastes familiar. He feels just right. He smells like my memories. Our bodies still fit together perfectly. Take me now Lord. <em>Nunc dimittus</em>. I don't ever want to get out of this bed. I know I made reservations but.. Right now I am studying him like I have an exam next week. Maybe we should shower. Maybe we should eat. Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friends? Jus now.. Come back to bed honey.. just for a minute.. Amidst the entanglement, one moment is clear. He stood smoking on the verandah in a pair of yellow striped boxer shorts, glass of orange juice in hand. He took a sip and said <em>'Spice, you make me happy. I love it here.'</em> I smiled, buttered my toast and pondered it like Mary, deep in my heart. If only I knew how to make these great moments last forever..</div><div align="justify">Too soon I was on the road to the airport again. Driving slowly this time. He made me pull over. His voice cracked and his face was wet. Are those tears BJ? Don't. I couldn't stay. Lime in the terminal. I wasn't able. I hugged him. I kissed him. I inhaled the sweet scent of him one last time. He touched my face. I had to go. Emotions too heavy for the morning commuters. <em>Push the door I'm home at last... All I see is you.. And I want to thank you for giving me the best days of my life.</em></div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-62559924287538998162007-03-18T22:40:00.000-04:002007-03-18T22:44:35.152-04:00Ole talk<div align="center">There is nothing we Caribbean folks like more than giving our opinions. Hell, thats why I have a blog! A Jamaican friend put me on to this site .. I think alot of you guys may enjoy it. <strong><a href="http://www.verandahtalk.com/">VERANDAH TALK</a>.</strong></div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-57260158074352831742007-03-18T22:11:00.000-04:002007-03-18T22:47:32.491-04:00Men have biological clocks..<div align="justify">I love babies and children. I used to be the kind of girl who turns up her nose at that mother with one on her shoulder crying and another running away screaming.. but then I had an epiphany.. a brief but life changing experience of motherhood. Since then, I offer travelling moms help, I gurgle and coo at babies, am genuinely amazed at how quickly they grow, I willingly offer to and ENJOY babysitting my friends kids and look forward to having a few of my own. I've also come to realise that it's important to me that I find a mate who feels this way about kids too. I was horrified when one of my male friends made a comment that children are like pets.. and he was serious. </div><div align="justify">Anyway, one afternoon I was at a summer festival and playing with a friends baby. She was the prettiest little girl I have seen in awhile with the cutest smile. [I don't care who says its gas]. She was fussy and I was taking her for a walk. As I strolled through the crowd and chattered in baby talk, I bounced into a guy I used to date. (Nothing negative, we had just kinda drifted apart.) 'Looking good!' he said, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. I smiled and continued on my way. A little later I saw him coming my way again. He kinda hovered over me and the child in this strangely protective manner and hung around attentively for a long time. That evening he called me up and invited me out to dinner...</div><div align="justify">I think he was used to seeing me in a professional and/or party mode and he was strangely turned on by this out-of-character motherly image of me. What do you think?</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-33261090936939720902007-03-15T23:14:00.000-04:002007-03-15T23:54:28.693-04:00Another weekend..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPc9fPDPGtBYXoIiGpR3ubKRzyMlyck_-rsMliVIJBqyuXEerQxqAS8pWTGr_iidJ0oYodYuUaZquW3p9Ln7O1rT_sQVFuhyphenhyphenAY-Vxzv1xcLHsDfliBG1xqLLbLE_XeYDVkxT9a6g/s1600-h/3+canal.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042363592445754370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPc9fPDPGtBYXoIiGpR3ubKRzyMlyck_-rsMliVIJBqyuXEerQxqAS8pWTGr_iidJ0oYodYuUaZquW3p9Ln7O1rT_sQVFuhyphenhyphenAY-Vxzv1xcLHsDfliBG1xqLLbLE_XeYDVkxT9a6g/s320/3+canal.gif" border="0" /></a> ..in this glorious region of ours.. So much to see and do:<br /><div><div><div align="justify">1. <strong>The 3 Canal Bacchanal Show</strong>: Thanks to the rave reviews its back for this weekend only. Queens Hall, Port of Spain $200 TT per person. So, if you missed it cause you were afeting Carnival week.. here is your chance..<br />2. <strong>W3: Rahtid Lucky</strong>: The <a href="http://www.boom2005.com">BOOM</a> guys are back.. with their post-cricket, pre easter party.. this year it falls on St. Patricks Day and hence the cute name and theme.<br />3. <strong>Cricket World Cup</strong>: Do I even need to mention? Our entire region is swept up in the thrill [and traffic] of this <a href="http://www.cricketworldcup.com">once in a lifetime </a>event. <em><strong>Rally 'round the the West Indies!!</strong></em> Be there or be square.</div><div align="justify">4. <strong>One Love Jamaica Village</strong>: On going parties and events at the C&W Golf Academy in New Kingston. On Friday and Sunday Pulse presents Rock the World with the best reggae acts and Jamaican models. On Saturday, Red Stripe [the offical beer of CWC] hosts an all-inclusive with top DJ's. </div><div align="justify">4. <strong>Adventure Races</strong> on Saturday and Scotiabank's Breast Cancer Charity Dragon Boat Race on Sunday at Chagaramas National Park Kayak Centre. Admission is $10TT. Get there early or sit in traffic for hours!</div></div></div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-59976583993136685692007-03-12T20:11:00.000-04:002007-03-12T20:51:57.170-04:00Restarting: Happy!<div align="justify">Man.. its been a crazy few weeks. Carnival and then Cricket. Nothing beats life in the Caribbean, nothing! I have been busy as hell and merry like Christmas. :) Not even sure how or where to restart my blogging. I guess I should just jump right in.. So here it goes..</div><div align="center"><em><strong>Is it true that women are somehow more appealing when they are taken?</strong></em></div><div align="justify">BJ called and confirmed his flight plans. He was really coming to visit. Finally. I hung up the phone with him and my heart sang as I did a little happy dance 'round my bed. Forget my earlier reservations.. I was plumb elated. I began by doing what I do best: writing a to-do list. Get a tan. Drink more water. Fix the A/C in the bedroom. Get my car cleaned. Book a wax. Plan meals.. okay plan one fabulous meal and book reservations for the other nights. Buy new underwear? ...</div><div align="justify">So I go to a party that night with my crew.. not unlike any other weekend. I don't know if I was giving off a vibe, emitting a scent or just glowing but for some reason I was attracting men like flies!! There were hot men who I had seen around for months but never spoken to who suddenly came up to me and introduced themselves. It was like the twilight zone I swear! Sweet hunks of mankind from all corners.. and no I don't mean one or two, I mean like five or six! I had a most excellent time .. and yes, I gave a couple of them my number.. cause, well.. you never know! :)</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-22312958284128792212007-02-14T13:03:00.000-04:002007-02-14T13:52:53.632-04:00Happy Bacchanal Wednesday!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBly8kivnt_ZiIJj8cXFnrPGIGvJD3SVFQKwuV9UHbIXN6Lz2PH5IFxLK1iI_NWf7Wu862rqS4iA5I-dColKoLq7gJ9u10X0LGJlDVPxBuFLxWCUQG6QEP9Y021h4nXCbwwgI0w/s1600-h/wonderful.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031440525195058786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHBly8kivnt_ZiIJj8cXFnrPGIGvJD3SVFQKwuV9UHbIXN6Lz2PH5IFxLK1iI_NWf7Wu862rqS4iA5I-dColKoLq7gJ9u10X0LGJlDVPxBuFLxWCUQG6QEP9Y021h4nXCbwwgI0w/s320/wonderful.jpg" border="0" /></a> Valentines who? A friend from London jus called.. guess who forgot what day it was! :) I am sleep deprived and merry like Christmas .. today is Bacchanal Wednesday official start of Carnival week.</div><div align="justify">People, words can't ever describe what Carnival in Trinidad is really like.. but last night, or rather, this morning, as I was floating higher than High in front the stage as Machel Montano HD finished his set I thought to myself.. <em><strong>does it get any better than this?</strong></em></div><div align="justify">Drink in hand, pelting waist on a sweet Trini man, HD rocking on the stage, the crowd around jumping in unison. Not a care in the world... and guess what? It does get better.. Monday and Tuesday.. sun beating we backs, wearing next to nothing, glitter on every body part, prancing through the streets of Port of Spain. [Drink in hand and Sugar Boy in back standard] ;)</div><div align="justify">Honestly, there is nothing else in the world quite like it. Don't study how long the walk, yuh ent getting tired.. the vibe and the high pushing you along. All your worries left on the side of the road. *<em>Carnival in T&T, is so special to alla we, Like we need blood in we veins, thats how we feel about Port of Spain</em>..* We in the home stretch for Carnival 2K7 .. we going straight back to Ash Wednesday. The crews from all over arriving.. All di bands dem lining up.. All di trucks dem loading up.. READY FOR MAS AGAIN!</div><div align="justify">Don't think you will hear from me again till I have recovered. Allyuh have a safe and happy Carnival. SOCA or DIE! :)</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-34087781438430654702007-02-06T22:57:00.000-04:002007-02-06T23:12:46.135-04:00One More Wine..<div align="justify">Hello folks... It's been awhile since I have blogged.. Things have been crazy.. between preparations for Cricket World Cup and Trinidad Carnival, I have barely had a minutes rest. On top of that I was down for over a week with the most violent cold and flu ever! </div><div align="justify">I am all better now, and firmly planted in sweet, sweet T&T from now till Ash Wednesday. :) I have been going to any, every and all fetes and limes possible! So my apologies.. between work and parties I barely have time to sleep or eat much less blog. And of course its only going to get worse over the next 2 weeks....</div><div align="justify">For anybody who is missing it, go to any of these sites: <a href="http://www.triniscene.com">TriniScene</a>, <a href="http://trinijunglejuice.com">Trinijunglejuice </a>or <a href="http://www.carnivalscene.com">Carnivalscene</a>. I am the girl with the big grin on her face, in front the stage at every show. :)Also, for the anthems of the season visit the site of the first human to go high definition <a href="http://www.machelmontano.com">Machel Montano</a>..... 'we don't want no sympathy, caw nuhbody can't fete like we...' JUMBIE 'Ready for mas again!!'</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-1150551119720940042007-01-19T14:36:00.000-04:002007-01-20T18:12:05.774-04:00Confessions..<div align="justify">Based on the comments I get, sometimes I think you guys have the impression that my life is tons of fun and filled with happiness, parties and hot guys. Well let me just set the record straight: IT IS!! :) lololololol. okay, on a serious note.. that said, my life is also comprised of rough days at work, sadness, loneliness and other unpleasant and banal parts of life.<br />In fact, today I am moved to confess that I am addicted to cheesy self-help realtionship books and advice. A friend caught me reading one and was disgusted. Hey, I don't claim to be the expert on anything.. and any assistance I can get is more than welcome! In fact I find the advice is applicable not only to love affairs but also all parts of life. </div><div align="justify">People always ask me how I always seem so happy and expectant. Truth is, I chose to be cheerful and hopeful. Right now I am having a very difficult time in my life but I find that saying is so true: SMILE and the world smiles back! :)</div><div align="justify">In TT for a major party weekend.. hope you all have a good one too!</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-37642125329829463092007-01-11T22:09:00.000-04:002007-01-11T22:13:15.951-04:00Let's get it started..Okay, so Christmas and New Years are over.. back to 'ordinary' time? Hells no!<br /><br />1. Cezar live at Red Bones the Blues Cafe. Braemar Avenue... Friday 12th<br />2. The Amateurs are back, Zen Rooftop .. Friday 12th<br />3. Don't even get me started on the Carnival line-up.. click the Trinidad link in my sidebar.<br /><br />Off to watch Grey's Anatomy...Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-1158634966991213572007-01-11T21:59:00.000-04:002007-01-11T22:14:24.214-04:00Papichulo<div align="justify">We met at work. He hated me on sight. He had spent years working his way up the ranks at work and did not take kindly to this young upstart with her degrees. He made a point of being rude and drawing attention to my lack of experience. I will never forget the morning we were both at work very early. There were people in his office and when the phone rang I answered it as I was the only other person there. It was a call for him. Since he refused to pick up calls I transferred to him I decided to walk over and tell him to answer. When I got to his office and told him it was his call he stood up and said 'do you have a watch?' I said 'yes' at which point he walked over to me and said 'well use it' and slammed the door in my face.<br />As fate would have it the years passed and not only did I become his equal, I went on to become his superior. A fact that I think was even more painful to him when I realised he was also attracted to me. In a fit of kindness years after the door event I was liming with him and he hit on me and I blanked him. The fantastic finale came when he was appointed to my post when I resigned. Ahh Papichulo ..The Original and still the best male chauvinist pig I have ever known. </div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-70281780331108190672007-01-08T13:49:00.000-04:002007-01-08T13:55:32.876-04:00Happy New Year!!Okay, so I am a week late.. took that long to recover from the Mimosa's at Frenchmen! :)<br /><div align="justify">I had a helluva holiday. Lets just say it was emotional... matters of unbloggable importance came to the fore and had to be sorted. Anyway, I'm back and I am ready again. Hope you all had great holidays and are all set for a brand new year filled to the brim with possibilities. I'm looking forward to one fabulous ride.</div><br /><div align="justify">PS. I had a real life blogger encounter.. I saw Yamfoot.. twice! Since I am still playing anonymous I hadda bite my lip and pass her... she was getting down to Buju's 'Driver' tho! Good to kinda meet you girl! </div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-25947639301015783862006-12-23T12:51:00.000-04:002006-12-23T12:59:13.082-04:00Santa hitch up inna Mango Tree!Well folks.. its been yet another wild and wonderful year. Its been only four months for me in the blogosphere and its been great! I am in Jamaica for Christmas.. and have already got caught up in the food, family, friends and fetes. I am enjoying every second of it.<br />I wish for you, all my new friends a very Merry Christmas and may 2007 be THE BEST YEAR EVER .. filled with happiness, love and joy. See you guys again early in the new year... I have lots more stories to tell. ;)<br />love, Ms. SpiceIsland Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-90486506663371774732006-12-19T22:22:00.000-04:002006-12-20T22:56:29.179-04:00On 'lips of an angel'This song offends me. It touches a nerve. The radio stations won't stop playing it and I can't stop listening. Turning it up and singing along. This is why ex's creep me out.<br /><br />LIPS OF AN ANGEL - Hinder<br /><em>Honey why you calling me so late<br />It's kinda hard to talk right now<br />Honey why you crying is everything okay<br />I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud<br />Well, my girl's in the next room<br />Sometimes I wish she was you<br />I guess we never really moved on<br />It's really good to hear your voice saying my name<br />It sounds so sweet<br />Coming from the lips of an angel<br />Hearing those words it makes me weak<br />And I,<br />never wanna say goodbye<br />But girl you make it hard to be faithful<br />With the lips of an angel<br /></em><br /><div align="justify">The whole world of infidelity is a dark place I never want to visit. The reality has slapped me upside my head a few too many times tho. Thought I would always be able to say 'not me' but sticky situations are not always easy to avoid. Doesn't make it right. Still haven't done it, but the temptation has been real. This song gets under my skin.</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-36794288959526033002006-12-15T15:47:00.000-04:002006-12-16T14:05:07.630-04:00On the Amateurs..<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY9SKzKOx8f0Sk14XzPK7y6naPZ4VN72WknbRoLugFpzLsni2qVdPsP9ruLGI5nSy2KhXXg3185825KLGqA3E639pd-Vy5Abah0ckgL2klv18emwteblGRjgzBP9o7ZTaOZtW7g/s1600-h/poster-mosaic[1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008844543369291586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLY9SKzKOx8f0Sk14XzPK7y6naPZ4VN72WknbRoLugFpzLsni2qVdPsP9ruLGI5nSy2KhXXg3185825KLGqA3E639pd-Vy5Abah0ckgL2klv18emwteblGRjgzBP9o7ZTaOZtW7g/s320/poster-mosaic%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a> CHE LOVELACE's "THE AMATEURS" POSTER COLLECTION EXHIBITION. </div><div align="justify">HIGH SQUARE ART GALLERY 1A DERE STREET, PORT OF SPAIN. </div><div align="justify">LOVELACE WILL BE EXHIBITING THE 30 ORIGINAL PAINTINGS ALONG WITH 30 POSTER PRINTS FROM THE "AMATEURS" SERIES. </div><div align="justify">EXHIBITION IS OPEN DAILY FROM 9.00 am to 7:30 pm and CONTINUES UNTIL SATURDAY 16TH DECEMBER 2006...... </div><div align="justify">info: 362 6263 Since the end of June “The Amateurs” (Che Lovelace and Ravin Ramkissoon) have been DJ-ing at the More Vino wine bar and then from August on the rooftop of the Zen nightclub. Since inception the method of sending invitations to these events has been via e-mail in the form of original paintings by Che Lovelace which, with the participation of a graphic artist, were turned into a series of posters. These paintings are all based on scenes from the weekly gatherings, focusing on individuals, couples or groups in various poses and attitudes. </div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-30067752653268605162006-12-12T22:25:00.000-04:002006-12-12T23:26:52.959-04:00On a stream of conciousness ..<div align="justify">After much delay and some contemplation, the Chief finally came over. He had a bottle of chardonnay in his hand.. chilled. It was 5:07 in the afternoon. He poured. I was so nervous I could barely sit still. He talked. Did I ever mention how smooth he is? And how fine? Some things are nice from far but far from nice.. but this man sitting before me was simply beautiful. Simply. Beautiful. He asked me questions about myself. He was alot more laid back and friendly. I heard myself laughing and I felt my muscles relax..</div><div align="justify">He stood to leave. It was 9:45. Suddenly I didn't want him to go. He put out his arm to hug me. I smiled in his embrace. He kissed me with conviction. He tasted perfect. His palms were on my shoulder blades. He stepped away and sat down. He started talking again, this time more shaky. He asked if I remembered the day he dropped his speech. I smiled. We talked. We kissed. I told him that this could not work for me. Then he left.</div><div align="justify">We started meeting every afternoon. More talking. More kissing. He started planning 'dates'. I resisted him but I was there, every evening. He wanted to take me all over the world. I just wanted to go for dinner down the street. 'This relationship is not for me'. 'This relationship is NOT for me.' He listened, he rationalised, he structured his offer. No pretences. Straight up. The Alpha indeed. 'How about Barbados? We all have to go for work, you can stay back for the weekend.'</div><div align="justify">He called again, just as I hung up with the now postponed BJ. I felt vex and slighted. His charms fed my bruised ego. 'I'm gonna pack, talk to you in the morning' As I closed my suitcase, I stopped thinking about it, I stopped feeling guilty. The tournament went well, I saw him at the opening ceremony but my team was busy working the next few days. When our part was done, the bus came to take us to the airport. I stared at my mobile in my hands the whole trip. BJ wandered in and out of my mind. I stood on the pavement outside the terminal watching people go in. His priority ring knocked me from my daze.</div><div align="justify"><em>'Where are you?' 'At the airport' 'Good, I will send a car for you right now' 'Ah.. no I don't think I want that..' 'Okay, I will come for you myself. Give me 5..' ' This relationship is not for me' 'Okay, I hear you, Spice'</em> click. </div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-89418835901926805822006-12-11T11:18:00.000-04:002006-12-11T12:09:05.714-04:00My Christmas Elf Name<div><br/><style type="text/css"><!--TD.elfcontent { padding-left:5px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right:5px; padding-top:2px; font-size: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000000; }--></style><table width="300" height="120" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td><table background="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/whitedot.gif" width="100%" height="100%"><tr><td colspan=3><table><tr><td align=center class=elfcontent><img src=http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/smallelf.jpg></td><td align=center class=elfcontent valign=center><b>Christmas Elf Name</b><br/><br/>My Christmas Elf Name is</td><td align=center class=elfcontent><img src=http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/smallelf.jpg></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td colspan=3 align=center><table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0><tr><td valign=top align=right class=elfcontent><img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/firstnames/15.jpg"></td><td valign=top align=left class=elfcontent><img src="http://extimg.jokesunlimited.com/elfnames/secondnames/8.jpg"></td></tr></table></td></tr><tr><td colspan=3 align=center class=elfcontent><a href="http://www.jokesunlimited.com/christmas_elf_name.php"><b>Get your Christmas Elf Name at JokesUnlimited.com</b></a></td></tr></table></td></tr></table></div><br />I will respond to this name ONLY for the next 14 days!! luv, D. Sugar-SocksIsland Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-49215289639242341212006-12-08T09:53:00.000-04:002006-12-08T14:05:23.789-04:00On whats on this weekend..<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhd6EYDcpoRHcuYmwrzeIsnqCGkS6tIOfJFBvxDt842BSNVmv8Ji6FEq1JVgI5LE3B1BAanI8odTGIZCP5v_HLW_ObVYstoE8OKF8GrnGfFJ9Z5_-qn6EpkqupFjsrj3t28QgfXQ/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006158547645309570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhd6EYDcpoRHcuYmwrzeIsnqCGkS6tIOfJFBvxDt842BSNVmv8Ji6FEq1JVgI5LE3B1BAanI8odTGIZCP5v_HLW_ObVYstoE8OKF8GrnGfFJ9Z5_-qn6EpkqupFjsrj3t28QgfXQ/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>deVine Saturdays: </strong>Get in the spirit. Complimentary pastelles with every bottle of wine. Live Parang from Los Parranderos de UWI. @ MoreVino, Ariapita Avenue, Port of Spain.</div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong>Christmas Art Sale</strong>: An exclusive selection from some of Jamaica's finest including Gene Pearson, Cecil Cooper, Roy Ried, El Pedio, Beverly Oliver, Juliet Thorburn, Sonia Richards, Lennox Coke among others. Saturday and Sunday, 12:30 - 5:00 pm, Rollins Meadows, 5 Richings Ave, Off Hope Road. Free 1876 wine samples.. Excellent gifts.. I'd like this El Pedio please.. </div><div align="justify"><strong>BOOM: Investa Fiesta Tres</strong>: These guys are rapidly becoming the next Frenchmen. A guaranteed good high quality lime. Will you be "bullish or bearish" at The Alcohol Exchange? @ 4 Hopefield Road, Kingston on Saturday the 9th from 9:00 p.m. to 2:00 a.m. Price includes your Boom Bucks. Presold only of course. Tickets from your reliable traders. </div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34099636.post-20746912642311167512006-12-07T13:08:00.000-04:002006-12-07T13:14:24.026-04:00On being disgruntled..<div align="justify">Soo.. BJ booked a ticket to come visit. I was overjoyed despite my reservations.. Then he calls me to say 'Sorry babe.. it doesnt look possible for this weekend again..' He gave me a reasonable sounding excuse due to family committments. He even suggested another time [like a month away] based on both our schedules. I am disgruntled. [Always wanted an excuse to use that word] ... was that <em>manspeak</em> for 'I've changed my mind, I don't think this is a good idea anymore..'??</div>Island Spicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12630685943965881489noreply@blogger.com9