DATE: 05/11/2006 20:14:29 / MOOD: Other

What does love really mean? The feeling of being with someone who wants you as much as you want them. Love comes with a down fall, but also happness. well all does forget, but to come back and say sorry for what happen and time to forgive love can last.

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DATE: 05/02/2006 11:40:18 / MOOD: Other

Brahma Yagya - Devotions to the divine, studying scriptures Deva Yagya - Company of saints and sages perform Havan Pitri Yagya - Service to guest and selfess teachers, sick, poor and destitute Bhoota Yagya - Protection to animals, brids, creatures and beings in the invisible world offering done with revernce.

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DATE: 05/02/2006 11:08:01 / MOOD: Other

May Goddess Saraswati . the dispeller of inertia and neswcience (ignorance), Whose complexion isl ike the jasmine blossoms, the moon or snow, who attired in a spotless white sari, Whose hands are adorned with the enchanting veena, Who is ever worshipped by Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva and Who is seated on a white lotus, may She ever protect me.

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DATE: 05/02/2006 10:41:05 / MOOD: Other

Havan or Yajna is a sacrifice of material offering to the Almighty. Nature is always providing us with sufficient means by which purification is going on in our surroungds by physical agencies, the sun, the water and the flora. Havan is a representative imitation of what is going on in the nature.

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DATE: 04/27/2006 22:19:59 / MOOD: Other

The Calypso Pot Through the doors of the Calypso Pot, music fills the twenty feet by twenty-five feet room with fast tempo beats of Caribbean music. A combination of light green colored walls and a deep red brick floor gives one a comforting feeling. To the left there are three rows of two and a half feet squared tables that are three feet in height. Each table is embossed with its own salt and pepper shakers, and Splenda, sugar and non-dairy creamer packets. One half of the left wall is a glass window, while the other half is a wall adorned with an enlarged postcard picture of the crystal clear waters of Maracas Beach, and another depicting the beautiful scenery of Manzanilla River. At the entrance, to the left corner there is a five foot coconut tree residing in a burnished square flower pot, with an elephant imprinted on the side facing the right wall. Towards the right, a sixty inch plasma television screen, with a surround sound system attached, displays local West Indian Events, mostly native to Trinidad and Tobago. To the left of the television set hangs a picture of five young women washing their dirty laundry in a creek surrounded by lush vegetation with a few shacks scattered to the rear of the scene. At the right of the screen is a two foot wall map of Jamaican Native Entertainers, dancing on Jamaica?s white sandy shores. Completing the d to the far right corner stands a six foot tall shrub brightly lit with colored blinking string bulbs. An opening to the right of the Jamaican mat reveals an entrance way to the twenty by thirty feet dance floor, which is usually host to cultural festivities. Each wall is enhanced with its own aspect of West Indian culture. A hand painted mural of the Trinidad and Tobago Coat of Arms beautifies the Northern Wall. Red, black and white flourish in the background of the painting. A brown Cocorico bird and a red Scarlet Ibis stand like pillars to the left and the right of the actual crest. Between the birds are two humming birds joined at their beaks. Underneath the humming birds are the Santa Maria, The Nina and the Pi the three ships that Christopher Columbus discovered the twin islands on. The southern wall teams with scattered chaconia flowers, the national flower of the sister islands. On the eastern wall are immaculate drawings of people dressed in colorful sequined costumes, participating in the famous event known as Carnival. The western wall depicts a man lounging in a hand-made ? Basmati rice bag? hammock tied to two coconut trees. Walking in to the Calypso Pot gives one a feeling of their true cultural identity. It is a place where people of all denominations are able to interact with out any qualms. If one is in need of a place to remind them of their roots, or reassure them, then they can always look to the Calypso Pot to bring them back to the days without any doubt. The Caribbean-like atmosphere is a style that no other can imitate.

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DATE: 04/27/2006 22:18:38 / MOOD: Other

Mr. Jackson On a hot summer day at five o?clock I went to Mr. Jackson house. As mature as he was, never once did he remind me of his being old. At age ninety-four Mr. Jackson had a high sprit. Never once did he talk about his childhood. He always talked about different types of jobs he used to do or places he visited. He lived all by himself while his three daughters lived in different states; his only true friend was me. Every Friday evening I visited Mr. Jackson; we always played a game of checkers and talk about our weekends. Before long Mr. Jackson?s birthday was coming up, on July 2, 2005, he turned ninety-five years old. To celebrate his birthday, I brought him a yellow-colored cake. As I walked up his driveway, I noticed a chuck of wall missing from the side of his house. With a confused look, I went knocked on his front door. He open his door; I gave him his birthday cake, and I ask him what happen to the wall. He looked at me with amazement; he did not seem to know what to say. Mr. Jackson said, ?I only went to play golf and came back home.? With this in mind, I went to see his old beat-up car. I saw a Page 2 piece of the bumper missing. He told me that when he backed his car into the garage, he did not hit anything and did not notice what had happen to his car or the wall. Later on that weekend we play checkers as always. However, with a sad voice Mr. Jackson said, ?I wish I was your age again.? Immediately I look towards him and ask him why. He responded ?It is not easy being old; it hurts.? For the first time in my life I was actually scared to grow old. He told me all his problems with cancer and the amount of drugs he took in a day. Talking to him made me worry about getting old. After that Friday I visited him more frequently, and everyday he seemed to become weaker. When we were playing our checker game he fell asleep talking to me. In my mind, I wonder if I would turn out this way. When I touched his hand, he awoke with a surprised look on his face, and he said, ?time flew fast for me? as he laughed out loud. I told him that he could not live by himself anymore and his family would need to be with him now. As a result, he left to live in Tallahassee with his daughters, who have been taking care of him. Mr. Jackson was a type of person that never showed his weakness, however his old age became his enemy. Being Mr. Jackson?s friend thought Page 3 me that our youth is significant, and we try to hold on to it, but time takes effect on us. I understand what he went through and hope I would be as modest as Mr. Jackson.

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DATE: 04/26/2006 10:40:47 / MOOD: other

Jensen Beach Jensen Beach is mutually seen as a place where no matter how troublesome life can be, it can also be inspiring. The human senses are over whelmed by the magnificent and breath taking sight. The atmospheric feeling can be extremely pleasing to stress out individuals. As many other beaches, it has a feeling of holiness and peace. The salty refreshing air enlightens one?s soul, making them relaxed, peaceful and carefree. As the wind blows it sounds like the whistling of a romantic tune, as the briny warm air fades the darkest demons from one?s soul as a narcotic can. Shadows appear from no where , belonging to the sea gulls hovering in the air. As they fly insignificantly through the vast expense, it seems as though they fly without any cares. To one, the gentle breeze can signify love, though one cannot see it, one can feel it. The warm sun shines down upon the curvaceous waves that coats the ocean like a blanket covering a new born baby. The sky and the ocean unmistakably become one in the far distance. Beauty emanates from such a peaceful scene, as waves crash upon the sandy shores. The smooth and undying moments gracefully pass by. The deep rumbles of the waves hitting land show the true power of the wondrous nature, as the sun above still warms the wild waters from the oceans far away. Like tiny scurrying ants that swarm over their prey, the wave devour the shore line, carrying their helpless victims back into the changing ocean. The clear water seems so peaceful, yet so forceful at the same time. The warm sandy beach is like a cozy bed in a cold night. Like a treasure chest the beach sand hides unbeknown artifacts. Shells that are enhanced with the various colors of the rainbow, and smooth, yet aged, pieces of glass bottles that washed on shore many years before. The shorelines are usually covered with seaweed that drift ashore with the embracing of the water. The surprised looks on people?s faces when they feel the wet seaweed squishing between their toes as they wonder the shores always amazes others. Small birds running up and down the shore line in search of food. The sandy ground tries to portray the arches of the shapely waves as seamlessly as only the waves themselves can. The sun slowly descends from the multi colored heavens to the darkness below, illuminating the waters as though it were made up of sapphires and diamonds. The dark waves crash against the shore in rough rumbles while the seagulls instinctively migrate to their nesting grounds. The only audible sounds are the roaring waves and the howling winds. The sandy beach is still warm from the afternoon sun.

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