I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
It coming
Carnival is a few months away - but already I can feel the buzz. The gym is packed, talk of the fetes and the vibes around carnival is rife. Recollections of last year's bachannal is swirling creating a hype that will culminate in the dizzying two day frenzy of reckless abondon and surrender to revellry. I cyah wait.
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I feel it in my bones. I Cyah wait either. For the first time in years I am looking forward to carnival.
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