Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Lovely Titan Robot on Gitex Exhibition 2009 - Dubai

As a (soon to be certified) Computer/Software Engineer, it really would amaze me if I even glimpsed the components and programming that went into creating this machine.

As a primitive citizen, seeing a walking singing robot of this size is just plain scary!

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Spiderman, ALHC Showcase 2007

Who thought that the spider man theme song had so many woprds? Oh, and the dancing is pretty cool too :)

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

No School Today

Well this is a pickle! I’ve reached a point of stay-at-home-iness where I feel saturated by boredom. The fancible colours that once graced my daily routine of pacification actions have all faded to a ghastly and dowdy grey.

A mix-up of some academic records has left me without a torture pit (school) to call my own for the next few days.
What’s worse is the fact that ALL of my friends have found something to do in the mean time. The ones who weren’t victims of the mix-up have all gone back to school, or are setting foot on the bottom rung of ye old career ladder. The others who have stayed back to do over a subject or two to raise that pesky GPA are enjoying the sweet life, walking on that wonderful duplicitous edge of “I’m in school but not really”.

And that’s just my school mates; I have other friends whom I witness cresting the sweet, sandy dunes of campus life. There are the ones at UWI aka the fun-central of all Trinidadian academia and the intellectual mating ground for all post-pubescent young sluggers of all shapes and sizes. Yes I would love to go there, yes the thought of every fine, sexy kaiyo from here to Caracas all in one area is a formidable one, yes I know that guys who go there get luckier than a dollar bill at a strip club and yes, I know my girlfriend goes there (I try not to think about it, especially after previous point) stop! … I really forgot where I was going with this paragraph…

Look the point is, is that it’s usually an old friend of mine sweating his brains out through the ear at some academic institute who would ask me what I’m doing with my life these days. What am I to tell him, that I’m in academic purgatory? Or that old chestnut, “Residing in a temporary state of limbo”? I mean come on! It is in these times that I stand and babble for words because I feel like I’m wading in the shame surf because I chose to vacation on Incompetent Island. I want to be sweating my brains out through the ear; it’s how I feel most comfortable. WHERE IS MY PORTION OF SCHOLASTIC TORTURE???!!

The point is I’m bored as hell, and right now I feel like life is passing me by like a black cab in London. Sadly, I can do naught but wait, wait for my little “sichiation” to be resolved and for the schooling system to open its mouth up wide and swallow me with a gulped chaser of immense workload and unreasonable deadlines.

Hey coming to think of it, this is kind of like Burn Notice except that Michael Westen was accused of selling secrets to Bosnian intelligence agencies, and I’m being accused of… well, nothing; one of my grades was just misplaced. Oh, oh, I got a better one – Michael is trying to get back into the Central Intelligence agency and I’m trying to get back into… UTT… ok this is nothing like Burn Notice at all. Dammit!!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

He's Not So Tough

Ok i'm kidding, if were this tough I wouldn't have gotten beaten up yesterday :'(

Friday, July 10, 2009

Taken straight from the intro to Vybz Kartel's "Badda Dan Dem", the title is both relevant to this entry and solid proof that I do in fact listen to music other than Riot Radio from The Dead 60's or We Had Love from The Scientists.

I say the title is relevant to this entry because this is just one of those entries where the words glaze your eyes and sentences form leashes that choke your mind in bordeom/entertainment/utter despise for yours truly or an overwhelming sense of WTF. It's one of those entries that are anagulous to director's notes to the director of photography on the movie of my life. Yes I just used the very cliched expression "My life is like a movie" only i'll add to the end of that expression, "that is constantly being raped by Hollywood".

I can't really complain about the current state of things you know, but I would say that things are a little...bland these days. No explosions, no chases or elaborate fight sequences, just one of those scenes where two characters sit in a diner and have a discussion that serves to move the plot forward and give you an opportunity to make out with your girlfriend/horner woman of choice.

If it's one thing that HAS been distubring me however is my near complete lack of social interaction. It's just school, home, church (not as often :( ) and the only people I interact with are the people who are in one of those places. It's like i'm stuck in one medium sized, steel bubble of repitition.

I don't even update my facebook status or sign on to MSN messenger any more. I'm going a.w/o.l. in a lot of people's books and a select few have expressed their curiousity and concern for my wellbeing/whereabouts, and when i'm questioned about my ghostly presence as of late, it's always the same, tired excuse - school.

Now mind you, I know that school does this to people (isolate them from the fun of life) TO AN EXTENT, and even though school is no bed of roses (more like thumb tacks with serrated edges as a mattr of fact) it's only natural and expected that I find a balance between the two social spheres - hell/school and social life.

This habbit i'm developing is serious cause for concern. I could imagine my married life (if/when i decide to do so) - i'm in the study room curled up next to the warm glow of a Netbeans project while my wife, she is awake, cuddling with demons of zero satisfaction. Not a pretty picture when you come think about it.

So I guess the reason the movie of my life is so boring right now is because me, the writer/director, has made it so through plot concentration on an arid topic. I think it's time I up the screenplay a little bit, dash on the colours of drama (and maybe even throw in a few *** scenes) to make this film pop. Though I think i'll have to check with the studio execs on the last one :D :P.

Who knows, maybe i'll sign in to facebook more and appear online, (same with messenger), dial other numbers than the ones that start with 633, 725, 627, 730 or dare I say 759 :O. Maybe i'll go a party or two, make a new friend from off the street and maybe even make friends with an old girlfriend or two (apparently that's the thing to do these days). So we'll see what can bake from all this shakin'

Now, I bet the only long-winded question on your mind is "who the hell do you think you are to think that I am even .00000001% interested in reading all this stuff about YOUR pathetic life?" to which I employ the use of my almost prerecorded response - "dude, it's 3 in the morning. Go get laid."

Thank you!

What's that you say Glassfish? Data doesn't match column count at row 1?

The pic says it all

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Weekend With

Now it's been quite some time since I've written something with a light and happy spirit. Truth be told it's been some time since I've written anything at all. I don't know, but for some reason there isn't much time in my schedule for blogging these days, but I suppose that when I do in fact have the time, I can shoot a few words up to ye old internetz.

So what's this one about? Nothing earth shaking, just an account of weekend past.

The agenda was fairly simple - attend a special youth service at the Redemption Worship Center in Chaguanas. Now executing the one task on the agenda would have been a quick, clean cut operation had it not been for my own little personal On-Star navigation system packaged in the form of my mother, bubblingly
overconfident with her geographical and navigational prowess. You see, had she been more modest in saying that she knew where the church was, we wouldn't have spent nearly an hour driving around Chaguanas pulling up on people asking for directions; I could have just asked for directions when directions were being offered. *grr!!*

There were two things that I learned from Chaguanas people on that day:

1. Apparently everybody is blissfully unaware of their surroundings, so much so that you can get away with holding a kidnapped person hostage in a shack ten meters away from their place of residence. By this I mean nobody in Chaguanas knows where anything in Chaguanas is.

2. People in Chaguanas are very suspicious of drive-by shooters. And here I was thinking that growing up in La Puerta was bad. People would literally jump or clutch their possessions, mate or child closer when they see the car pulling up. I mean sure the tint is a bit heavy on the windows, but through the windshield I'm pretty sure you could see a middle-aged woman in the driver seat and two *very well dressed* but not devious looking young people in the back seat. I mean come on, when was the last time someone was killed by a mom and her "two children" in a stationwagon? Better than that, people of Chaguanas.

Aside from the driving, there was some walking around to be had. This part I was not particularly fond of since my girlfriend wanted to hold hands. Now on a regular day in a regular part of Trinidad this would have been fine, but on this hell-strip of activity and potential murder suspects I preferred not to have a "soff-man" appearance in case anybody felt like trying on a coffin and attempted to snatch my "bling". I'm telling you, most of the dudes I came across looked like they would mug you and demand your teeth because they look shiny when they're slick with saliva. My face stoned harder than usual in attempt to ward off potential trouble-makers but my efforts were COMPLETELY nullified by the fact that I had a sweet little Indian girl clutching on to my hand, and to make things worse, she would occasionally stop to look at dresses... and I would have to accompany her. I'm sorry but my current level of "gangsta" doesn't permit me to look gangster in a dress shop... or in a shop selling guns, knives and bitches for that matter. Oh well...

After much ado (and painful jaw clenching) we finally found the church. Gladly we weren't given the stink eye for traipsing in about an hour late; the audience was too engrossed with the testimonies given by the youths that have volunteered to do so. But as I sat down and listened to what those individuals had to share, my eyes lost their interest in their surroundings, my vision was tunneled and my heart began to overflow with love and compassion. The experiences that were shared shadowed mine in an eclipse of misfortune. My past issues and trials seemed small and frivolous compared to the battles and tribulations that others of my age have fought.

At that point in time, I came to realize two things:

1. Just how blessed I am and how much Jesus has protected me from
2. Just how powerful Jesus is, and His ability to save any soul and anybody who is willing to be saved.

He has gone down to the pits of personal hell, braved the fires of their mental torment, broken the chains of their spiritual bindings, unveiled their eyes to the truth of His love and brought deliverance and salvation to resuscitate their dying souls. He is truly an awesome God whose power far greater than anything I have ever known and ever will.

Sitting there, listening, I felt great pity and sadness in my heart for my friends and those who I love who still do not know Him, for those who reject offers of salvation, for those who have grown cold towards Him. Knowing that there is nothing you can do but pray, wait and hope can be frustrating sometimes, but keeping the faith is important in knowing that if he could have saved those young people, he can do the same for the ones who are still in need of it.

After the sharing and a brief yet powerful prayer and fellowship session, we were treated to an exceptionally well-portrayed and perfectly executed play/skit. I must say that along with being deeply entertained I was truly inspired. I think my next big film project is going to follow that storyline (if not one similar). I think it's time I write something that's both entertaining to watch and spiritually uplifting; something that everyone could relate to that has a positive element of enlightenment. We'll see how that goes.

Well my faithful reader, I don't know exactly how I've reached here. I was really going to write about the humour I caught during the dinner and socialization session but I guess God wanted me to share something a little more substantial and meaningful, maybe even reach a special someone... oh well... I guess a laugh lost is love learned ;)

Friday, May 15, 2009


Well it's been so long since i've updated this site with anything useful and/or mildly entertaining. Well here's hope of changing that.

Over the past semester, me and a few of my friends have been working on a short video. The video had to be something short (obviously), amusing and entertaining enough to keep people's minds off of the massive delays of our signature project.

For this piece we decided to center the story around gang activity in our society and a very unorthodox means of solving it (a la Donald Love of GTA 3).

Anyway, here's the vid:

Hope you enjoyed it :)

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Forever and Never

When the day is gone, when darkness shrouds as twilight crawls across the sky, it's nice to have thoughts of someone special flood your mind. Just the very thought of that person creates an eternal day within you, with them as your sun.

I come home from a day in which work was my master and pain was my portion. Academia, it's a cruel mistress of sacrifice. I throw my belongings on the chair, my shirt drapes the arm rest, I sit, I close my eyes and there she is; my angel, my desire... my love.

I think back to the last time we were in the trance of each other's company...

Seeing is believing and in seeing her on that dream-like afternoon, I believed that everything in my world was going to be alright... for at least the next six hours.

I skipped from acquaintance to acquisition; the point in the evening when we found solace and we were all there was left in the world. I looked into her eyes, all I could see was forever - a universe of stars, promises, peace and comfort.

I see her face - a true work of art mounted on the easel of pulchritude that is her body, carved from the stone of refinement by God's angels of allure. Her lips, oh her perfect lips, moist and warm on every kiss - residue from the waters of the fountain of happiness.

I reach over to hug her; her body is soft and warm to the touch. The heat is mirrored in mine. My arms find their way around her, they know the path, I’ve been here before... in my dreams. The embrace is smouldering, her breath upon my neck, and my cheek against hers. The fire can burn us both, but it's ok - as the fire rages between us my troubles are reduced to chaff and cauterized into non-existence, this is one of the few times in my life where I can say I am purely me, exposed and absolute. The inferno rages as the shackles of my fears evanesce and I am light and soluble. We melt into each other, the bond would unbreakable save for the axe of time.

We seize the moment. We engage in a kiss. Rainclouds spit forth lightning bolts of jealousy; lightening reaches down from the heavens with needy desperation to be nigh over our shoulders to learn of that which rivals its electric charge.

I'm electrocuted, jolted by her kiss and kept warm by her embrace until the gongs of expired time ring out in a frequency that energizes our electrons of love and breaks our bonds once again - we are rent one from another without mercy.

I open my eyes and the fantasy that was once lived comes to an end and I am filled with explosive acerbity as I realize that she is no longer in my arms and I must face another day without her. Just then I feel like throwing it all away if it would mean me being able to spend every waking moment with her.

I can't take this distance!! The gap is too large for me to clear, my love. The cruel bridge keeper refuses to release the bridge of time to let me come across to you. But I will forever keep you in my mind and heart. I will forever be with you, my love, my angel, my newest found reason for change.

I will forever have you, in my thoughts and dreams... always, forever and never.