allyuh probably thought that ah fall off de planet or someting. well, in troot- it was someting like dat. firstly i was called to a project in GUYANA and i dunno know nah...like the internet is taboo across dere. i couldnt find ah hotspot or ah cybercafe (yes allyuh- i was desperate!!) tuh let meh ppls know what goin on. meh phone was only good tuh take pictures- cuddent call nobody, only gettin sms messages and cyah reply...and GPS? STEUPS! long story short- ah back, and ah live an dye-rek! ah jus lan in piarco and ah say ah hadda update meh ppls before anything else. sweet T&T! blink broadband/wireless/whaever- ah will NEVER bad talk yuh again!!!
whey we leave off? right- IP registration. right. it didnt happen. ah reach early o clock despite de rumours ah was hearing that de ting starting eleven oh clock instead ah de advertised ten in de am. allyuh ah reach wid meh posse- and ah meet a crowd. ah never see ting so! if allyuh see ppl! it had a lineish looking ting dat was morphin into ah mob. now, dis was ah different kinda mob. ah see young gyuls in dey office wear steupsing. ah see fellars liming in de road in de hot sun steupsin. ah see ppl on de cellphone callin dey posse to find out dey ETA steupsing. a aye. what ah ting. finally after ages a dude come outside with some numbers. do i need to tell allyuh dat only numbers 1-50 were given out? do i also need tuh mention that i happened to not be in dat one to fifty? or hor. i tought so.
ah say nah man- this is shyt. but what de arse, i come here tuh bun without even ah explanation from nobody? come outside and tell we someting nah. ah was prayin tuh see someone that cudda tell we what the scene was, that we would have to wait for so long or so short, or come back after lunch, or we cancellin de ting altogether or SOMETHING. that would have been nice. yuh know?
well, dem trinidadians in de mob lookin ting start tuh do what we does do in a situation like dis; cuss. i hear some colourful language. derek and he brudda get cuss. hot dog get cuss. dey cuss de pavement. dey cuss de road. at one point, a lady start tuh cuss me! serious ting! i was like "lady wha ah do? we in de same boat man!" and she explain dat is not me she cussin, she just so "damn vex-oh shyt man!" hmph!
lemme cut cross here- (ppl passing and watchin meh sittin on de ground by ah plug and thinking dat ah mad. i pass thru de ppl customs arredy- is time tuh go and find meh car and get outta piarco. is like dey never see somebuddy on de ground in piarco or what? steups! dey never fly standby tuh go tobago easter weekend?) whey ah was? right! we reach inside de ppl mas camp. ah say nice. leh meh maintain ah maco...i took pics with meh phone- as soon as ah figure out how to upload them to this site i will. be patient meh ppls. i tried to register but i could not because i didnt have cash and i didnt know my measurements. i didnt think that i would need that...chupid me yes- always expecting ppl to be PRACTICAL. they had ppl tryin on bras and ting dere...but i was damned mad and frustrated after waiting so long outside that i didnt care to go thru dat.
long story short- i didnt get to register. i was called out of the country the following morning. im sure that EVERYTHING in IP is sold out by now...so, another band bites the dust. i dunno nah. am i meant to play marse? maybe is God trying to tell me to keep meh lil skin outta de ting.
allyuh, make sure when allyuh goin in de camp to register (with whatever band yuh choose) walk with yuh measurements write dong on a paper (or saved on yuh phone- whicheva. jus make sure yuh know what is yuh size), and make sure that u have de ppl registration money in cash (me ent know, like de card machine tingie does never be workin when i have tuh pay for something), right? okay.
right right! de noob masquerader is back in town. ah headin dong south in de morning to check out what bands dong dere. yuh never know- ah might find ah ting dat suit meh fancy! ;-) now tuh go home and see if meh blink not playin de arse. i doh tink i cud handle being in de dark for so long again nah!
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