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Kitty does not know what to do with the butterfly that landed on its paw…LOLOL
"Ermmm…what do I do with this???"

Kitty, what if I told you it was just tasting your blood?


Kitty does not know what to do with the butterfly that landed on its paw…LOLOL

"Ermmm…what do I do with this???"

Kitty, what if I told you it was just tasting your blood?

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Picture: MARK BRIDGER/CATERS NEWS (via Animal photos of the week - Telegraph)



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Inspired - Admired - Rejected: Malala in Trinidad and Tobago

"One book, one pen, one child and one teacher can change the world."

That’s how Malala Yousafzai concluded her maiden speech at the National Academy for Performing Arts, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago.

As an education rights activist, Ms Yousafzai told her audience they were very fortunate to have free primary, secondary and tertiary education. She urged citizens to use this opportunity wisely and remember there are 57 million children without an outlet to explore their intellectual abilities.

Meeting the Prince of Port of Spain

The young author also couldn’t contain her excitement on meeting star cricketer, Brian Lara. Yes, she was thrilled but she revealed she was even more impressed with the valuable lesson she learned from Lara.

All courage should be stronger than our fear, and that is what I learned from him.

Announcing her candidacy…for the future of Pakistan

In a lighter segment of her speech on Wednesday, 17-year-old Malala seemed to have launched a career in politics! The audience chuckled as she expressed her wish to one day run for office.

But on a serious note, Ms Yousafzai believes politics can be used as a tool to do a world of good.

I’m really interested in politics. I know it may be considered a bad thing but politics is the way through which you can help your country. When you become Prime Minister you can bring great changed to your law to your constitution. You can start many goodwill projects and help your people. So, I’m hoping that someone would vote for me and someone would elect me!

Also speaking at NAPA was Education Minister Dr Tim Gopeesingh who said he was in awe of Malala Yousafzai.

Malala will give a second speech at the Academy on Thursday.

Malala may have left the Middle East but its cultures have even migrated to the West

The Pakistani native turned Londoner came face to face with a reality of the Muslim community in Carapichaima. During Eid celebrations on Tuesday, Malala and her entourage paid a surprise visit to the Central masjid.

She was warmly received by all present and the event was thought to be going well. Unfortunately, when Malala reportedly requested to address the congregation, she was denied.

Trinidad and Tobago Sen. The Honorable Fazal Karim, Tertiary Education Minister, and the Mosque’s Imam explained to her that it was against their custom for a woman to speak at the Mosque.

Malala, whose activism centers on rights for girls and women, walked away visibly disappointed.

She has made no official comment on the matter.

This is open to interpretation right?

Because this exhibits exactly what Trish and I were speaking about on Wednesday night. After-work Sushi lime turned into a very intense confession that women are afraid every…day. And, we arm ourselves every…day.

So to those who think we’re mean, we’re not really. You’re too forward.

"Hi, Beautiful" on the street, in a creepy tone, or even in a private message on social media does not make me feel beautiful. It makes me feel afraid. And I must protect myself.

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when did we replace the word “said” with “was like”

When it occured to us that “said” implies a direct quote, while “was like” clarifies that you mean to communicate the person’s tone and general point without quoting them word for word.


Knowledge. Dropping like bass…

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Forget the “About Me” section. This here pretty much sums it up. LOL!



Forget the “About Me” section. This here pretty much sums it up. LOL!


When the going gets tough…

I start to think of all the guys I could call and then it hits me—there are no other guys. A lot of time was spent cutting ties and sharing forgiveness like a word on Sunday.

Gosh. I could never be that girl. I can’t run to an ex-boyfriend. It’s not that simple to pick up the phone and dial the number of that old flame.

Because it’s like, what old flame? My mind doesn’t do that. It doesn’t think that "something’s still there". I don’t hold on.

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Worst feeling in the world (continued)

The quarter-life problems are alive and kicking!


There are times (like these) where I write what I think is the “worst feeling in the world”. And I write it for the moment because each time I write it based on the moment it changes.

So just to recap, the last “worst feeling in the world” was wanting someone to hear you but no one cares to listen, and you spend all your life talking but no one cares, and then you die and no one ever says that all you wanted was to be heard. And then you’re forgotten.

Pretty morbid stuff right?

Ok so new crisis. New moment. New “worst feeling in the world”.

The worst feeling in the world is feeling the need to talk to someone because you’re so broken inside. You’re furious you think you can scream or cry but no tears come and you have no voice…worse—there is no one to talk to. You run through a list of excellent names in your head but there’s no one to talk to because no one could really, truly understand except the source of your grief.

Sorry. Yes, I know. Context is needed here. Back in the media. Sort of. Kind of. Update, soon. But needed to rant a bit.

Worked on a story today and stared at it all day and felt sad. It needs something more. The story itself is crying out for justice. I just couldn’t put the facts. I needed answers. Somebody needed to hold big and bad corporations and “bodies” accountable. That person should be me. I am that person. But, when one of the wrong and strong companies sponsor one of my newscasts how could I say “brought to you by XYZ…*smile* …In our top story: XYZ commits corporate murder!!” ???

And then, in that second, I saw everything wrong with this industry…particularly this section. Rotten at the core.

They buy out the media so we can’t tell the truth. But media says OK ‘cause that’s how we “pay our bills”.

"…when they own the information…they can bend it all they want…" - a line from a John Mayer song.

What a weight resting on my shoulders tonight.



It’s what brings me here.

Never want to feel alone.



Recently my grandmother found out I’m queer. Her response was to tell me that she disapproves of me living with my “friend” (i.e. my girlfriend) and that I should give up my vile queer ways and become a Christian (Lol). She even sent me a bible.  Here are its remains, which I made into black-out poetry.

Poem 1: Bisexual (from Leviticus 19:9)— “Have sexual relations with her.  Have sexual relations with him.  Have sexual relations with both a woman and a man.  Have sexual relations with yourself. Vomit on everyone who does not respect you.”

Poem 2: Fisting (from Judges 8:5)— “water/ lap the water/ drink/go down to drink/your hands/go down/I give into your hands/go down/encouraged/down/on the seashore/the whole hand/your hand/inside/I get to the edge/and shout/grasping/crying out/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/Beth/God/I came”

Poem 3: A Letter to the Exiles (from Jeremiah 28:13) — “Ze said: ‘Do not let lies name you, nor harm your heart. Gather. Raise the sword against them. They scorn and reproach, for they have not listened— again and again have not listened.’ “

Poem 4: Child (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “Your father and your mother rubbed salt in. No one looked on you with pity or had compassion enough for you, for on the day you were born you were despised. Live! Grow.  I looked at you and saw you were enough.”

Poem 5: Father (from Ezekiel 16:22) — “You never adored us. You became very angry. You took some out on us. Your sons and daughters were not enough? You slaughtered— in all your detestable practices— our youth.”

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

Fucking beautiful.

Actually, no beauty can be found in this. So, no real background here. All we know is the grandmother is in disagreement with the lifestyle choice of the granddaughter. 

She tells her change your ways and even gifts her a Bible.

This moronic individual (obviously I am referring to the granddaughter) decides she was going to desecrate something very dear to her grandmother and millions of people all over the world.

The painfully misguided twat then decides she would share it on this platform for all and sundry to see and congratulate her.

I am not going to congratulate this…child.

The fact is this: I love black-out poetry. I think it’s clever art. But you know what I despise? Moronic, imbecilic creatures who destroy art AND history.

Yes. I think the Bible is art. The poetry in Songs of Solomon move me to this very day. Psalms of David oozes passion for something many cannot yet fathom. Revelation is terrifying—practically a thriller. The entire Book gives us insight into how people lived long ago. It is history. It is a historical document.



And to put it even more simply: You destroyed something your grandmother obviously cares about.

You think I’m only talking about the Bible, don’t you?

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