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I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaack…kinda.
Hey y’all,
I have been considering coming back to blogging for awhile. I wanted to come back during the US election, I did want to blog about Sa.ra.h Pa.li.n, I wanted to come back after Ob.am.a won and I definitely wanted to come back after Sa.lo.n wrote that offensive piece about the soon-to-be First Lady’s backside, but I was consumed with too much rage at the time. Also, my renewed interest in Canadian politricks has really made me wanna come back. RIght now all I will say about that is St.ep.hen H.ar.pe.r=EPIC FAIL. Whoa could anyone be a worst leader?!?
Anyhow, I am back, but mostly to pimp out my friend’s new site. Mocha is back. That inspired me to come back at least to pimp her site. So, if anyone still reads this blog go visit Mocha. Donate if you can (every little bit helps), or just read about her upcoming adventure. It definitely sounds fascinating.
More to come,
Miz JJ
P.S. Ya’ll can also follow me on Twitter. I am loving the twitter.
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Fire!
I know it’s been a minute. No excuses, just the truth. It’s been awhile.
Went to go see Polly’s new place…finally. CNTM, Red, Baby Red and myself made the trek to Polly’s new home. It’s gorgeous and I am not just saying that because she is my friend. I say that because she has already put her unique inprint on the place and is making it her home rather than simply a house, or a “show piece”. I love it and I hope she is happy in it for long while.
A new friend of mine L-Boogie had her stagette last night. I met her via Miz Kiki, but she was too sick to attend, so CNTM and I went to enjoy a few martinis with L-Boogie before she jumps the broom. CNTM and I arrive and L-Boogie is a bit concerned because her best friend whom we’ll call The Dummy is not back yet. You may be wondering why someone’s best friend would leave their best friends stagette…right? Why a soon-to-be-bride would be worrying about someone else on her staggette. Well, The Dummy wanted to go off and flirt with some dude she works with, even though she is married. Yah, you read that right. It was all a bit tacky for my taste. However, I felt a bit bad for L-Boogie because she was worried that something would happen. I told her that anything that would happen was clearly planned by The Dummy. Seriously, The Dummy took this opportunity to get her freak on knowing her hubby wouldn’t be wondering about his wife because she is supposedly out with ‘the girls’. My friends better never try to use me to lie to their husbands because I will not be doing it. Uh uh. Do not put me in that situation. I don’t like cheating and I will not be endorsing/enabling it. That behavior is low, tacky and in poor taste. Anyhow, L-Boogie calls some 2 hours later from the dude’s phone asking where we are? The same place you left us you stupid bitch…waiting on your ass, so we can go to the club. So ridiculous. She comes in and there was a definite chill. The rest of the women were avoiding her it was if we feared that her skanky germs would infect us. LOL. I am not trying to talk about The Dummy out of turn because I really don’t know her like that, but her actions were a bit suspect. Ok, a whole lot suspect.
On to the title of the post. There was a small fire in my apartment building this afternoon. Everything is all good now, but when the alarm went off my heart started to race. I put on some pants and began to quickly scan my apartment for what to take? I had seconds to decide. I threw some stuff into my purse specifically: a photo album, my cell phone, my agenda, my iPod, my digital camera, then I ran out the door and down the stairs. As I sat outside in the cold I thought about everything I owned going up in flames. What would I really miss? What wouldn’t I miss? I am happy to say that all of it was replaceable. Even the stuff I had decided to take my so-called ‘valuables’ were all replaceable, except for the photo album. I remembered to take it because in junior high school my friend’s house burned to the ground. They lost everything and the thing she said she missed the most were her baby pictures. Out of everything. Question for the readership, if I still have any readers is ‘If your house was engulfed in flames what would you take?’
Thankfully not homeless,
Miz JJ
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*Redacted*
*Side Note*
Redacted means to obscure or remove (text) from a document prior to publication or release.
December 2007
I was in Trinidad driving around with my cousin (Mr. Business) when it came on the radio. I stopped dancing and looked over at him. I could see he was having a hard time controlling himself. He was trying to stop himself from desolving into fits of laughter, while still navigating the teeny, tiny road. I hadn’t heard the song in a minute and I just rolled my eyes. In my head I was thinking, if I never heard this stupid song again it would be too soon.
Carnival — February *redacted*
I am in Trinidad for my first Carnival and I am beyond excited. I am going to be playing mas for the first time in Trinidad and going to all the tents and all the shows. My cousins were still young and trying to avoid the real responsibility they could see coming, so they were into music. They wanted to be producers, but settled themselves into throwing parties. On this night our immediate families would be at this fête not to mention 200 other guests who had paid a nice chunk of change to attend. I was sitting with my cousin’s boring ass girlfriend (What? I can say that now. She’s out the picture…not that the new one is much better) chatting when this dude comes up to us. We are sitting outside the main hall. He was cute, but I am not one to flirt with men in front of family. I like to keep my business private and that is not going to happen, if I give my digits to some dude in a room packed with not only my immediate family, but also numerous cousins, aunties, uncles etc., however this dude was bold. He was not just going to leave me alone. What to call him…I know…Too Much Offensiveness.
TMO: Hey baby. He leans in closer leering at my chest. You are looking real good.
Me: Moving back and beginning to grimace. Thanks.
TMO: So, did you come to this party — he looks around clearly unimpressed — to hear me sing?
Me: Umm, no. I came because my cousins are throwing this party.
TMO: Ahhh. Giving me a shit-eating grin. You’re not from here.
Me: That’s right, I am not from here. My voice is dripping with sarcasm.
TMO: You sound– giving a fake thinking look (hand under chin) — Canadian. I can tell. I travel a lot. Actually, I am going to be in Montreal after carnival performing. You should come see me.
Me: I don’t think so. That’s pretty far from where I live. I am on the West Coast of Canada.
With that I feel I have dismissed him, I turn away and begin to say something to my cousin’s girlfriend. I look up and he is still smiling/leering at me.
TMO: I have to go perform now. We will talk later.
Me: Yah…sure.
My cousin’s girlfriend can not believe what I have just done.
CBAG: Do you know who that was?!?!??
Me: Um, no. A singer?
CBAG: Girrrrl…dat is *redacted*. His song is so hot right now. You just finish telling me how much you does love that song. Mr. Business had to work real hard to get him here.
Me: Oh, that’s…*redacted*. Interesting. He’s cute, but that entire come on was a bit much. I think he’s on next let’s go inside.
We move into the main hall and CBAG walks over and starts talking to Mr. Business and his brother. Then she moves over to my stepdad and his sister (Mom of Mr. Business) and starts chatting them up. They look over at me. My stepdad is laughing. I walk over to Mama J and ask her if she wants a drink. I can tell I am going to need some alcohol to make it through this night. She says no and I walk over to the bar.
As the bartender is handing me my drink I hear his voice “I met a girl here tonight…a special girl…this song is for you my darling…because you *redacted*”. I whip around and TMO is on stage singing. Not only is he singing the song I use to really like, which would eventually become a cross over hit in North America and Europe, tormenting me for months/years to come, he is pointing at me and smiling at me, while he is singing. I am stunned. I want to run, but where? So many people are staring. I just stand there and sip my drink, half smiling, half scowling. I can’t believe this dude is singing *redacted* to me in front of my entire family. Mr. Business is mouthing the words to me as well. CBAG is just staring at TMO mesmerized. My stepdad is whispering to Mama J.
As TMO finishes his set and I walk over to my stepdad and Mama J. They are both smiling that “you are about to get made fun of” smile. I brace myself, but I was raised to handle fatigue. Mama J wonders how it is I came to meet TMO and why it is that he is dedicating songs to me? My stepdad asks if *redacted* is my new boyfriend and ponders aloud when he’ll get to meet him. Mama J comments that *redacted* would not make a good first song at a wedding and that I’ll need to pick something else. I stupse and try to explain when CBAG runs up and asks me, if that is not the most romantic/sweetest thing ever? I give her the side eye and am thinking she has lost her damn mind. I open my mouth to say something, when out of the corner of my eye I can see that TMO is approaching the family table. I can’t believe this ish.
TMO glides up and asks me how I enjoyed my song. I laugh and tell him that *redacted* is not my song. He just smiles and raises an eyebrow. As he hands me a piece of paper, he tells me to call him. He says that he is leaving to do another show, but he definitely wants to make time to see me while we’re both in Trinidad. I nod and mumble something as a reply. At this point I would say anything to make him go away. I can see that a lot of people are staring. I dislike being the centre of attention. Then out of nowhere he leans down and kisses me on the cheek before sauntering off. I can hear Mr. Business laughing from across the room.
Needless to say my family did not let me forget that for incident for a long, long while. Also, TMO and his song just became more and more popular. I could not escape him. He was being interviewed on TV and was in every single newspaper on the island. My family would always tease me about it anytime *redacted* came on the radio, which was about five hundred times a day. Of course, I never called him.
December 2007
I turned the radio to a different station. “No need to hear *redacted* from that one hit wonder,” I say. Mr. Business is still laughing. He says “Gyal…you coulda been Mrs. *redacted*”. I looked him dead in the eye and say “I much prefer being Miz JJ”.
Still *redacted*,
Miz JJ
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Happy New Year!!
I am back. Trinidad was good. Parts were good and parts were not so good, however instead of focussing on the bad I will say overall it was enjoyable. I enjoyed being away from the cold. I enjoyed the ocean and playing beach bum in Tobago for a few days before returning to Trinidad to drink copious amounts of beer in rum shops with my cousins. I am in serious need of a detox diet! I am enjoying my tan. I think I might be going to a tanning salon to keep up this bad boy. I am kidding…sorta. I am enjoying all the soca I am hearing because this year carnival is so early (Feb 4-5) they were calling it Christival. I kid you not December 26 the parang was finished and the soca had started. A few of my (many) fave jams include: Unconditional Love by Mac.hel Mon.ta.no, Breathless by Bla.xx & R.oy Ca.pe, Right Dey by K.es Ba.n.d. I am sad I am going to miss the festival, but I am definitely going next year. All those who want to come…well, you know my e-mail address.
I do feel refreshed and I feel like I have a few ideas to blog about. I hope you all had a great holiday season.
Freezing,
Miz JJ
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Going, going…
So, I have not been blogging much. Not sure why. I have things to say, but I am just not sure this is the forum to do it. Anyhow, I am off to Trinidad for a few weeks to spend the holidays with my family. Hopefully, I will feel rejuvenated when I get back. I think I still have a few good stories left in me.
Peace and blessings to you and yours over the holiday season.
Beach bound,
Miz JJ
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Conversations with The Girls
I know. It’s been awhile. My energy for blogging is waning again. Also, I can read blogger at work now, but I can not view or post comments, so I am reading even if I am not posting comments on those of you still using blogger. On to the post.
I love my friends. I call them The Girls. They are funny, witty, beautiful, bitchy and unbelievable. They make this city bearable. Trust.
Cast of characters:
Polly: We call her Polly because she sees the good in everything. Especially when it comes to relationships. She is a new home owner (Yay Polly!) and I love our conversations. I usually end up busting a gut.
Red: My old roommie and a new mommy. I never thought I could live with someone for three years. I think it helped she had her own room. Plus, she’s not as sweet as she looks, which I love.
Miz Kiki: Went to the same university, partied at the same clubs, but only met after we moved and became boring and responsible. When I first met her I thought she was a bitch and she thought I was fantastic. A quick friendship was born. She’s just such a good person.
CNTM: Weren’t really that close, but became tight last year. Looks like a stereotypical dumb blonde, but is actually a funny, smart, sarcastic blonde. Does crazy things when she’s had a few dranks.
Here are a few funny snipets of conversations that made were funny…at least to me.
On Dating:
Polly: I found a dude for you. He is on my beach volleyball team. He is really cute. I am going to find out if he’s single.
Miz JJ: Well…
Polly: No…don’t worry he’s black, so it’s all good.
Miz JJ: Um, thanks, but if he lives in this city that is not exactly a ringing endorsement.
Polly: C’mon you need to get out there!
Miz JJ: Look Pol, have I ever tried to set you up?
Polly: No.
Miz JJ: You’re welcome.
On Dating…again:
Polly: So I was dating this Iranian guy.
Miz JJ: Uh huh..yah.
Polly: I made him pasta and he got all pissed at me because I used chicken instead of shrimp and it got me think to what our life would be like together. I mean do you know what I thinking?
Miz JJ: Of the movie ‘Not Without My Daughter’?
On the TV Show ‘The Hills’:
CNTM: You are so ‘the Lauren’.
Miz JJ: Obviously, I am ‘the Lauren’. Thank God we no longer talk to ‘the Heidi’.
CNTM: Yah, ‘the Heidi’ is a bitch on the show and in real life.
At the Halloween party we went to recently:
Miz JJ to Miz Kiki: What are you suppose to be?
Miz Kiki: Pocahontas.
Miz JJ: More like ‘Pocahoochie.’
CNTM: More like ‘Come give that hoochie a poke.’
At the Club after an annoying dude walks away:
Miz JJ to CNTM: Ugh, what did he want?
CNTM: He was asking about ‘the Heidi’.
Miz JJ: Meh. What did he say?
CNTM: The usual he asked why he hasn’t seen us out with her in awhile. Oh and he asked what happened to her. He said that he did not even recognize her the last time he saw her. That ‘the Heidi’ looked 50.
Miz JJ: *dead*
On Pets:
CNTM: I think I am going to get a cat….
Miz Kiki: Awww….
Miz JJ: Ew.
CNTM: Yah, I am going to name it Boyfriend.
*laughter*
CNTM: That way when people ask “How’s it going? I will say ‘Not good…boyfriend puked on my couch.’”
At Brunch:
Miz JJ: So I totally fucked up that situation, but whatever being single is what it is. It’s part of your life, so people need to stop acting like it’s a curse.
Red: It’s hard for me to say anything. I have never been single if I haven’t wanted to be.
Miz JJ: Bitch.
At McDonald’s after the Halloween party:
Miz JJ: What’s going on?
Miz Kiki: CNTM has handcuffed herself to a McDonald’s employee.
Miz JJ: What?!?
CNTM: Look…meet my new boyfriend!
Miz JJ: I thought you were just going to get a cat.
At the Wine & Food Show:
Miz JJ: There are no absolutely no hotties here.
Random nosey dude: Hey…what about me?
Miz JJ: Except for you, you are totally hot.
Random nosey dude: Heh, heh, heh…thanks.
CNTM: You are such a good liar.
Love you bitches,
Miz JJ
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E-mail I got from Dr. P
Dr. P is an old friend of mine from my undergrad days. He is one of my favorite boys. He has all the traits I like in boys. He is funny, smart, sarcastic and of course self-depreciating. Oh and he can cook. When we were both student interns I would show up at his apartment, harass his roommates and demand that he cook me dinner. He would call me names and then feed me. It worked out so well for both of us. Anyhow, he sent me this e-mail last night (my responses are in italics):
Does that get me on your blog?
*explanation*
He wrote a long academic piece about the Sopranos. It was full of big words and jargon, but what can you expect from someone who is still ensconced in the world of academia. That piece did not make the blog, but this one did.
*end of explanation*
When do I get on your blog? Seriously? I think I deserve a whole post to myself.
This is your post buddy…all to yourself.
I’m funny…I have stuff to say…why does everyone else get props on your blog (I mean, aside from the fact that you see most of them on a regular basis). And I mean, seriously, what’s the deal with blogs? Its not a web…its not a log. They should call it a journet. Or a nournal. Or Roundtine!
Yes, Dr. P. You are hysterical.
Sorry…that was my first and last attempt at a Seinfeld impersonation…especially to you…because Michael Wilbon told me (well…everyone listening to Bill Simmons PodCast) that black people don’t watch Seinfeld.
Bill Simmons is a sports writer for ESPN that we (Doctor P and me) enjoy reading and then bashing mercilessly. Actually, there is a blogger that I stopped reading after they plagarized an entire Bill Simmons article. That and the blogger was a bit of a douche. I have used material from outside sources on this blog, but if it wasn’t mine I said so. I digress. Bill Simmons is this stupid frat boy who sometimes writes funny shit about basketball, but there is definitely a bit of a classist/racist undertone to his writing, which Dr. P and me enjoy mocking. Oh and black people do watch Seinfeld, or at least they use too.
Anyways…seriously…hope you’re doing well.
I am doing well. I can not wait for my next trip in December and I am planning another trip around Easter. I can not say when I am next coming to Toronto as that city is about to become even more tainted. More details on that off-line.
I am in fact…just a little drunk…not to sober…not too drunk…just like Goldilocks and her bears…only without the colonial-imperialist connotations.
Dr. P drunk e-mails. You know how some people drink and dial. Dr. P drins and e-mails, but it works for him. As do most things, although he would deny it. Hope all is well with you Dr. P. We’ll chat soon.
xox,
Miz JJ
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Mi.a.mi Ca.rn.ival: Part 2
Saturday we went to the Mac.hel’s alternative concert. This was the first let down of the trip. First, it was in a club. Soca fêtes and clubs do not go well together. Or rather this location was a bad location to have a soca fête. Also it was not really an Alternative Concert. He basically did the same set as the night before. I was kinda pissed. Usually the AC Show is well…alternative. But I still love you Machel.
*beginning of rant*
I hesitate to call anyone bougie. I am often called bougie. Buuuuuuuut, there were too many bougie girls up in that party. Stop acting so damn social. Social people always want to post up and not be touched. You are at a soca fête. Do not be wearing your open toe. 4″ heels and trying to look cute. You will get your toes mashed. End of story. Also, do not go into the crowd and the cross your arms and set up your face. You will get bounced around. You are in the crowd by the stage. If you want to stand undisturbed go stand at the back.
*end of rant*
Sunday we slept in and then hit the parade. I love mas. I was sad that we didn’t play mas, but if I go next year I will be jumping up. Hear me now! I LOVE MAS. Love it. We went to the Broward Carnival, which was another mistake, but I still had a good time. Everybody was representing their country and I spent the day talking to a very nice Bajan boy. Cute, tall and I love the Bajan accent. My grandfather is Bajan so we chatted a bit about the area where my grandfater lived etc. There were a few performances, but we left when the rain started to fall. We were sick of getting rained on! It rained quite a bit this weekend in Miami. It was not cute. Not at all. I got my first good night’s sleep on Sunday. I got an entire six hours. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing.
This girl was wining on the big truck while he passed through. I had to snap a pic.
This dude was killing me in his speedo. He has also received a few comments on Crackbook.
Here are some flags. The Israeli flag really threw me for a loop. Mas is truly international.
On Monday we went to the Last Lap again at the Bayside Hut. It was Machel HD. We also got quite a bit of dancehall at this show as Tony Matterhorn and Mr. Vegas were there.
Pics of the perfomers:
Mr. Vegas doing his thing:
Mr. Dutty Wine himself. You know they brought up girls on stage to do the dutty wine. Luckily there were no casualities. Heh.
More of my boyfriend Machel:
We were tired, but the show was too much fun. Again many cute West Indian boys and dranks. We got in at 6:00 a.m. I took a shower, ate some breakfast, packed my stuff and went to the airport. I was exhausted, but I could not sleep. I am not one of those people who can sleep while being transported. I just don’t like it. I like to be aware of my circumstances. Then in a blink of an eye I was home. So sad.
Still Loving M.ia.mi Ca.rni.val,
Miz JJ
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Mi.am.i Car.niv.al: Part 1
I am baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Mia.mi was…FANTASTIC. I had a time! It is definitely the best carnival outside of T&T. Well, I have only been to Trinidad Car.ni.val, Ca.riba.na in Toronto and NYC over Labour day. The morning did not start off very well. I got to the airport and my flight was delayed. That meant I was would miss my connection in Montreal to Mia.mi. I hate when that happens. Drives me crazy. There were no other flights by Air Canada to Mi.a.mi. I was getting heated when she looking for a new flight and telling me I may not be able to fly out that day. Finally she was able to find me a new flight out of Philly with US Airways. UGH. I hate American airports. I avoid them when I can. They are too big. I am forever getting lost and forget asking someone who works there to help you. They just want to give you attitude. I have had a few bad experiences in the Philly airport.
*beginning of rant*
Did you all know that US Airways allows dogs to fly in the cabin? What de rass? My feelings about pets are well known and I think it is ridiculous to allow pets to fly in the cabin. I was sitting across the aisle from a woman who, before she put her dog in the container under her seat, held her dog in her lap and was basically French kissing it. Let me explain. You know when people let their dogs lick their lips, or even worse stick their tongue out while the dog licks their lips? That is basically French kissing your dog. That shit is so nasty in my opinion. Why, why, why would you ever let a dog do that? Sorry, but that is just so fucken gross to me. Just ew. Also, the guy two rows in front of me complained to the flight attendant that he was sitting next to a dude who chewing tobacco. Dude even had a little cup. When I first saw him I thought he had a busted lip, but nope he was just chewing tobacco. The flight attendants told him that he was free to leave the plane, but there was nothing against the rules about chewing tobacco and spitting it into a cup. Really? Seriously?? Well, there should be. That is fucken nasty. Imagine sitting next to someone for three hours who was chewing and spitting tobacco. Ew. US Airways is way too permissive in my opinion.
*end of rant*
I landed and The Oldest was there with my God Sister (her mother is my Godmother) to pick me up. We went straight to the roti shop to get tickets for the parties. Tickets were so hard to come by it was crazy. We ended up hitting all the fêtes we wanted to go too, but it was so hard trying to track tickets and people were acting so stink when we would call them and ask about ticket availability. One lady hung up on me. I had to call her back and cuss her ass out. Don’t let them put your name on the blasted flyer if you don’t want anyone to call you to look for some tickets.
Thursday night we went to Girl Power. I was not expecting to see a lot of people because it was a Thursday night, but it had a good crowd. Alison Hines was excellent, but I was really looking forward to De.stra. I love her song ‘I Dare You.’ It was one of my favourite songs of the 2007 Carnival season. My friends were just laughing. I hadn’t seen Destra perform live in a minute, but I could not understand why TO and GS were just snickering whenever I brought up Destra. They told me to just wait and see. All I can is…daaaaaaaaamn. She put on one shitty show. Honestly, she is wack. There is no other way to put it. She remixed all her songs so they were almost unrecognizable. People started ignoring her, especially when she started to sing songs that were not soca like ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry’ by Fergie and ’No One’ by Alicia Keyes. Ehhhhhhhhnnnnn (imagine a buzzer noise). No…just no. You can not be singing R&B. First, her voice is not strong enough for it and second nobody wants to hear that. We are at a soca Fête. Sing your own soca music not some R&B. If she had tried that nonsense in Trinidad she would have definitely got pelted with a bottle or two. The funniest thing was when Destra was on stage and she was screaming “Fiyah, Fiyah, Fiyah” and this guy beside me said “Nah, woman, more like watah, watah, watah.” LOL. Too damn funny. We busted outta of that fête early after Wackstra or Shitstra (her new nicknames) was finished performing.
Friday night we went to the International Flag Night & Breakfast Block Party at the Bayside Hut. This location is one of the reasons that Mi.a.mi Car.ni.val reminds me of T&T. It’s a nice big outdoor location. This was the best night, hands down. There were so many cute West Indian boys. I love my people, but Caribbean people I gotta say something.
*beginning of rant*
On the radio we kept hearing people calling in from VI (Virgin Islands) and TC (Turks & Caicos) calling to big up their countries. Apparently TC is setting up to have their first carnival in November. Good for them. However, not only were they trying to big up their countries, but they were subtly and sometimes not so subtly trying to diss Trinidad. My roots are Trini. I love Trinidad & Tobago. My parents were born there and they have always made me feel like that culture is also my culture. I grew up eating Trini food, listening to soca and playing mas. I may be biased, but the fact of the matter is that Trinidad has the best carnival in the world, with the best soca music to go with it. All the other small islands need to just stop hating. End of story. You wanna big up your island…cool. Use your own damn music to do it then. Oh wait…that’s right…you don’t have any good soca music to do that…do you? No, your carnival is not as good as ours, your music is not as good as ours and no you can not wine better than Trini girls. Sorry, that is just not happening. So when you try to big up your country do not wear a t-shirt that says “VI to De bone” or some other such none sense. You are going to big up your country using a song that was written to big up Trinidad? Really?!? That seems like a good idea to you?? Whatever to you and to that. I swear all the other islands (with the exception of Jamaica) have a small island complex. Yah, I said it. You need to just stop hating. You just wish you were from Trinidad too. Admit it 
*end of rant*
Pic of Machel with Xtatik. I took this pic for Cranky Putz. That’s Patrice Roberts singing Sugah, Sugah. You shoulda been there.
This was a Socavivor event. By the end of it I felt like the ultimate survivor. Machel Montano and Xtatik did not get on to the stage until 7:00 a.m. The sun was coming up, but it was such a good performace. He, of course, bigged up the ultimate West Indian island…Brooklyn. LOL. The only island that gets called out more at the Soca Fêtes I went too than Trinidad is Brooklyn. I swear every Brooklyn Trini was in Miami for Miami Carnival. I met some cute boys at this event in particular a cute Trini boy who lives in…you guessed it Brooklyn. He was too sweet. He told me that I was proof that Trinidad produces beautiful women. He wasn’t lying. LOL. I love Caribbean men. They were representing and looking very, very fine.
Loving Miami Carnival,
Miz JJ
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