so that will be an order of fish and memories

So, one of my workmates, who is a former harrison college alumni, sold me one of the tickets to the harrison college alumni fish fry.

Now normally I hate being anywhere in the vacinity of town on weekends(or weekdays for that matter, but lets not digress)but I said, what the heck, let me support the old school and eat some fish.

So, I arrived in town and made my way across to the minibus stand. Felt nothing out of the ordinary.

Now, dear readers, I had not stepped into harrison college for the better part of 6-7 years. I cant remember if i had even gone back since I left school.

But, the moment I started to walk up crumpton street, a broad smile just emerged across my face.I couldnt help myself. The many conversations and laughs I shared with friends walking down or up that road was just too much. I was grinning like a cheshshire cat.

So as I passed through the gate, a tidal wave of memories just ran over me. I stood and stared the the monument with lots of old alumni names on it. After about 10 minutes of that, I moved on with an even broader smile(if possible) and just looked at the place.

It struck me how truly scenic a school harrison college is. It is like a small city within a city. The grounds were in immaculate condition, as was always the case when I attended there. It truly is a testament to the ground staff how beautiful the grounds are manicured.

The further I walked, the more the sense of history struck me. Harrison College really does for the most part look like the way it did 15 years ago, 25 years ago, 45 years ago, 65 years ago. If you were to take a look at old GIS pictures of the school compounds you would understand what I mean. The same buildings, the same trees(gosh even trees have me nostalgic.

I went into the quadrangle and I swear it almost became too much. The quadrangle was the epicentre of the school. It was the place where so many laughs were shared, where arguments were debated furiously and where the best info was passed around. I sat down on one of the stone benches in the quadrangle which was outside of the windows of my old 4th form class. As I sat I remembered my old classmates as if I had left school yesterday. Hassan, dwayne, dwayne, dwayne, tara, jacob, andre, philip, laura, natalie, kelly maire, kwame, antonio, josea,karen,jamal, renee,kweisi,lisa among so many other names.

I walked to places where some of my best times in life occurred. The library window that yours truly broke while playing cricket, the woodwork building where yours truly among others used to stand by the wall and peep over into queens park and see some very scandalous activity going on.

The tennis courts where we shared laughs, saw dirty mags being traded, the dark crevices where schoolboy gambling sessions were carried on, the classrooms where we hid to play contraband games of dominoes, places to hide when you felt like ditching p.e. I even remebered the times when we ditched chemistry class because the rain was fallin. IT didnt matter that the lab that the class was in was only 6 feet away. The risk of pneumonia was too great :)

I walked past the pavillion on the small field which stored some of my most treasured memories. I remember spending a couple of summers in this pavillion playing under-15 cricket. We slagged each other, we were moral support, we talked about who the sexiest ladies were, we discussed just about everything. Even today, if I see any of my old teammates, the magic is still there. We could pick up and talk to each other like if nothing had changed.

This experience has shown me something. I will make an effort to attend alumni functions. I will make an effort to see my old school at least once every two years if I am in the island. And to the readers of this blog, go make time to see your old stomping grounds.Trust me, it will lift your spirits.

So i leave you readers with this snippet from the school song.

For its harrison, harrison all for harrison
those who will never give up
all for the love of it, all for the fun of it
harrison, harrison up

female friends

Now I have a lot of female friends. And at one point or another, one of them has been really pissed at me because of something I said to them.

Now, I dont regret any of these things that I have said, because they were my honest opinions. I have been called harsh But I still dont regret them because I didnt say these things with any malice.

However, I realize that women, or rather it seems the women who I am friends with, take these things personally, as if I am attacking them as opposed to the particular situation that I give my advice on.

So from now on, so as to keep some sanity in my life I am no longer going to offer my opinion on much unless they specifically solicit my opinion. If after that they still get pissed, well they can sod off. Doesnt mean I love them any less though

Dear Reader

I am tired.

Last few weeks at work have left me feeling drained. People I work with are some demanding bastards. People who are always passing the buck. Well they can just piss right off

Anyway this post is primarily about the loss of manners. Lets face it, we as a society have lost the art of civility. People are just plain rude and whats worse is that this type of boorishness is celebrated and encouraged.

People catch public transportation and want to snarl loudly at people who brush them in a crowded bus. For God's sake if you must be this asenine, get a bloody car.

People say good morning. What do we say, " You musse want friends". I mean how intellectually vacant must you be to respond rudely to a standard morning greeting.

People seem to take pride in deliberately trying to embarass people publicly. I mean among friends joshing one another is okay, because no one takes things personally, at least most of the time. However it irks me when people set out to say crass things in a loud voice because it helps them seem cool in the company of dumbasses.

Oh and on my final point. Schoolchildren are the spawn of Satan.

Whistler here I come

My friend Eric is getting married on whistler mountain vancouver. I shall be in attendance.

So let it be known,cynics on snowmobiles will be terrorizing the area.

/muahahahahahahaha mauahahahahahahahaahahha

*pause*


/muahahahahahahahahahahaah

how women ruin romance

Yes, I said it. Women ruin romance by stifling it under the weight of enormous expectations. they ruin it by stifling it with the expected accumulation of material goods. they stifle it by comparing it to the fantasy they read in books and see on the silver screen.

Why?

Romance is the simple things, but many women feel the need for big gestures? Why?

Is it the need to go and compare gestures? I hope not because that just seems silly.

Romance is when you make sure the person's favorite snack is there, when you call to say hello during the day, when you can sit together in total silence and just enjoy each other's company.


but that doesnt fit onto a hallmark card does it?

Next post I will mention how my gender ruins romance. Hey I am an equal opportunity slagger :)