Memories and Rantings from Traditions

It’s Good Friday which means the country and maybe the world will pretend to be holy or good for a few hours. I can’t pretend to be good, but what I’m doing right now is gonna make me feel good for a couple of hours; maybe even longer.

So growing up in the old country (rural Manchester, Jamaica) you didn’t do much on Good Friday. When I was younger, I’d wake up early so that I could watch the crucifixion movies before my siblings got up and started playing music to annoy me and before my parents went into the kitchen to make breakfast (if they did). If we were all going to church then breakfast would not be made by both my parents. There’d be bun and cheese and you’d better help yourself.

This week I’ve been listening to old gospel songs that I recall hearing on the radio on Sunday mornings while getting ready for church and watching on the television Sunday evenings while my sister did my hair for school in some hairstyle I cried my eyes out begging her to change when I was growing up. Beggers can’t be choosers and my mom didn’t have time to do my hair in the mornings so it was either hideous hairstyles as can be seen in exhibit A


Photo from Xien
Exhibit A: hideous hairstyle #1; I still hate it!



have no hair at all please see exhibit B

Photo from Xien (1)
Exhibit B: I might have hair or this was the first time I’d experienced hair loss
I don’t look that much different from exhibit B and this was 14 maybe 15 years apart except I voluntarily chopped my hair off

back to the music.

What I love the most about music is just how universally it has the power to create the perfect aesthetics if used correctly.  On Good Friday, most radio stations that aren’t gospel would play gospel music for a few hours in the morning and then return to their regular programming by mid-day. They had the worst selections and it annoyed the good out of me.

My family would make our way to church, churches often had baptisms on Good Friday. I think I was baptised on a Good Friday afternoon (I’m a backslider) or maybe not. During the service, we were very reflective and solemn then we’d go home and watch more Jesus movies as I liked to call them and eat bun and cheese and hope my mom made dinner. I disliked that part of Easter, not much cooking was done as parents used bun and cheese as an excuse. This tradition lives on, I’m away from my parents and I definitely will not be cooking today.

I’ve got an assortment of Easter buns (no dry bun in my pantry by the way) and enough cheese to make the buns extra nice because they don’t need it.

I shall also be watching some Jesus movies; I might attempt to watch The Passion of the Christ all by myself and I’ll watch Prince of Egypt or a really good Bible Story animation after. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to attend church, it’s been a very long time actually. But as I write this I’m listening to Come on In the Room by The Georgia Mass Choir and before that, I was playing Tremaine Hawkins songs.

Now, if you know gospel music you’ll understand what I’m talking about. But if you don’t know gospel music like I do, let me help you.

Bishop Walter Hawkins and Lady Tremaine Hawkins sang The Potters House. you probably heard this song on the radio a lot and had no idea who sang it. But if you did then you know good gospel music.

If you are Jamaican and not new to gospel music you would have grown up listening to Love 101 and will agree with me that they used to be the plug in their time. You might recall that they often played this group called Change especially during the summer and on the weekends. Change sang some great reggae gospel songs like “ Take The Lord in Your Life” and “Jesus is Lord“. If you can appreciate a really good baseline you can thank me later as long as you use really good earphones. They have other great songs and I am on the hunt to find their album.

Good gospel music is dying out, and it’s getting to me. What’s happening now is a waste of decibels to me and I wish some of these people would stop. I won’t call any names because trust me they know themselves.

Another dying tradition is good Easter Bun.

trash in its finest form

Now, this is a mess! This bun tells me that I better have a lot of cheese to help me to eat it and lemonade to help wash it down. For without these other elements this sorry attempt to recreate a time honoured tradition shall surely stop in the throat of the individual who decides to eat this and pretend that it actually tastes good. I don’t know what this is but it’s not worthy to be called an Easter bun must be a summer bun cause only when people well hungry inna the hot sun them swallow dem smt yah.

Translation of the last two lines:

This is in no shape or form an Easter Bun because this is the type of product people consume during hot summer days when they are too tired and annoyed to prepare a decent meal.


From the best escovitch spot in Port Royal


Escovitch fish is another tradition that’s dying out. Not everyone can escovitch fish, and not everyone can eat or pronounce escovitch. I’ve never tried to make it and I need adult supervision to eat it. As the tradition of Lent was to give up certain things, like red meat and alcohol among other things, fish became the protein of choice because based on the movies we watch that was all Jesus ate. Or am I the only one who got that from the movies?


It’s time for my next Jesus movie and I am definitely not gonna be confused today.

There are other traditions but people ruin them and I don’t want to talk about them anymore.




Odd Things Become Good When I Have A Breakdown

That was such an odd topic but that’s what happens when you’re an odd person like myself. One has said that I’m mellow dramatic but then again he’s allowed to (I love you too General!)

So this post comes from several happenings. Recently I had a meeting with my boss just to check up on me. I think he was concerned that I just get my work done and go home without ever complaining about anything. I like to bottle up what’s bothering me, mostly because I’m passive aggressive. But who isn’t?

Yes, I know you aren’t so kudos to you!

If you are passive-aggressive you’ve got a friend in me. That was a toy story reference in case you were lost.

My boss recommended that I quit with the creatively confused college girl stuff but this is a once in a lifetime thing and I have big dreams for this name. Trademark soon to come. The name of my blog itself was an off happening; well kind of.

Here’s the story

I was in a communications class and we were looking at new media technology and the assignment was to create a blog. We had the option to give the blog whatever name we chose to, so the blog could just be your name or a topic you think will be the subject or relating to your posts. I like to be different, but I was actually not in the mood so I decided against using my name or a topic I could write about on a regular basis. I couldn’t understand why I was struggling with something that seemed so simple and I was running out of time too. And right then and there, after one of my classroom breakdowns, I decided to use alliteration to showcase my creativity and nonconformist tendencies. I was just being lazy though…the same thing happened with my logo.

The things that I make in photoshop usually result from wanting to give up and making a bunch of mistakes that I think look good. I really don’t care what anyone else thinks, at least not until I’m in bed and struggling to fall asleep and my brain decides to replay every questionable decision I’ve ever made.

My logo CC

was another assignment that I had absolutely no interest in doing, but as the good meme goes:flip

I usually feel better after my little tantrum and get a good grade. My logo was the result of a mistake but I played it off as if I totally wanted it to look that way and I’ve stuck to it for the past three years and will probably stick to it for another thirty years.

My current odd thing is my personality and blog being used to promote a job site and give job search advice. I remember at a very young age when Facebook was a thing, declaring that I was fluent in sarcasm. Its one of the things that haunt me on a regular basis but look where it’s gotten me. I’m known for saying weird things and it attracts people to me; I am their breath of fresh air.

My job is to be the odd one that holds the group together. Like I legit get paid to be myself, the nonconformist who’s afraid to physically take chances. But give me pen and paper or my laptop and I’ll blow your mind or just make you chuckle.

Did you actually expect this post to make a tonne of sense? Welcome to my world of confusion, pull up a chair. You’ll need a seat to tolerate my thoughts and ramblings.

Creatively Yours



Broken by the Benefit of the Doubt

I’ve been writing what I hope will be my first book.

Thing is I haven’t been adding much to it as my new job kinda makes it difficult for me to write anything other than stuff for my job lately. I’ve just had a thought that may be a quick solution to this. I’ll either post to my blog while I’m on break at work or do some work on my book.

The book, by the way, will most likely be self-published if published at all. We’ll see how that goes.

Back to the topic…

I know my blog is all over the place but have you checked the name of my blog? Based on my bio I may seem a bit naive and optimistic, but the truth is I’m quite pessimistic. Well I know I am but the character assessments I’ve done say otherwise. But who knows me better than I do? Probably my mother-in-law.  Oh and the urban dictionary because they totally get me.

So according to the urban dictionary, I’m optimistically pessimistic…but I wonder if I could also be pessimistically optimistic. I don’t think that’s a thing as one would cancel out the other. Right?

Back to the topic…again

So I might just have given my book its title with this post. Here’s the thing, I don’t really like people but they don’t know that because my mother taught us to never treat people differently no matter what their situation is or how they’ve treated you or who they are. This doesn’t apply to my current neighbours though, I really don’t like them so I’ll continue to ignore and dislike them.

Back to the topic…seriously

For me, I give people the benefit of the doubt almost automatically and automatically it comes back to bite me in the ass. Thankfully not literally because I bruise easily.

Group projects- I try to take on new people to see their strengths and how I can include them in my network of creativity and confusion but they are waaaaay too confusing and lack creativity even though they told me they had what I needed.

Music-I hear a few songs by an artiste and I think oh their album might not be so bad, a can only listen to the song(s) that brought me to the album. I might have brought that let down on myself but isn’t that what the benefit of the doubt is?

Relationships-They talk their best game and I get sucked into their web of lies. I thought he was one of the good guys until he wasn’t. Like the guy, I wasted two years of my life on and all he did was suck the energy out of me. The others were easy to walk away from because I sensed the disappointment.

Snacks-A certain potato chip and their bag of air. Snacks that promise to be great and fresh but are stale and make me want my money back.

Giving people and things the benefit of the doubt is easy but its also hard. When your conscience warns you not to but you go against it and do it and regret it. Like the time I tried to go to my first ever after-school fete with my friends and got mugged. I knew I shouldn’t have gone because, (1.) I don’t like crowds and would not know what to do. (b.) if my mom found out she would’ve knocked me out because I didn’t have her permission to stay out late much less go to some fete where she knew absolutely no one who would be there and (3.) I’ve never had a birthday party or any party (even now) so what was I trying to do?

Needless to say, my ass has not been to another party or fete since. Except for office parties and I think that was like twice. Oh and the past summer when I was the camp photographer and worked the events. I learned that lesson the hard way.

Police officers- this comes from the way they treated me when I went to report that I had just been mugged. (I mean in the movies that’s what they do and I expected that that was also the right thing to do.) Yeah, the woman at the desk laughed at me because I was crying and looked like I wanted to beat the life out of her for laughing at me. She thought I was crying because I knew my mom would’ve beaten my ass. While that has some truth to it, I was really upset because that was my only phone, as a matter of fact, my bother lent it to me and it was a cool phone at the time and I knew I’d never get another great phone again just to teach me a lesson.

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Me and who or should that be whomst and I?

If you spend four, maybe more for some, years in college and leave without establishing a friendship that made it through the toughest of times and will hopefully see you through some even tougher moments, what would that say about you? Should it say anything though? After all, this isn’t high school where it seemed necessary to have enough friends to at least make your social media presence worth the work.

Oh I can just recall my days in high school when Facebook was the hottest thing to be apart of.  Boy was I in my prime then… I would literally go to school and just wait for people to walk up to me and make some comment about something I posted. I remember the my first announcement on Facebook which shook my mostly my year group with tremors felt around the rest of the school; I had shared with my people that I was in a relationship. I had logged off so that the “peasants” could bask in my news and that was when my brother took his shot and stole my shine.

I can’t recall his exact words, but I do remember that they made my post even more interesting as he addressed the “young man” who remained anonymous. I think the guy even contacted me the day after and asked me why I had put him in the spotlight like that. He was even afraid that my brother would find out who he was. Haha! That was when I first realized how powerful my words were and vowed never to make another announcement like that again on social media.

That young man is no longer apart of my life neither are most of the people I had befriended then.

Now I use Instagram, Snapchat and Whatsapp and boy oh boy my words do get around. For my studies, a whatsapp group was created so that students can keep up with assignments and network. Assignments, job postings and gossip is the pretty much what we get into. Yes, myself included…funny enough, people always found what I said in the group to be funny or on-point or just plain savage, but they didn’t actually know who was saying it until last semester. I kinda had a gossip girl moment when my identity was  revealed.

The whomsts, yes I said that! The whomsts of my life is so diverse. I have created a  network of writers, editors, photographers, audio engineers, actors, chefs and connoisseurs of all kinds. These individuals will tell you that it was something that I either wrote or said that brought us together. This I am truly appreciative of, as I wouldn’t want anyone to recall anything too embarrassing to share with anyone else about me when they introduce or roast me.

No the point of a roast isn’t lost on me.

My whomsts, I intend to hold on to for as long as I can. These are the people who pull me up and push me to complete my studies everyday. When I have writers block, there’s always someone who needs their work revised and what could be better motivation than correcting another person’s work? It’s not what you think, they actually value my opinion and eye for detail, and they also know that this is my way of contributing to their lives…scholastically that is.

These whomsts will work with and for me in the future. This is networking, the friends I’ve made in college. They serve a purpose and not just to love and support me but to criticize and defend me. To grow with me and to everyday be a better version than the first version of themselves that I met the first time.

By doing for me, I do for them also. Its a special kind of relationship, where we don’t expect the extremes of each other and our expectations are fulfilled by our mere presence in each others lives. This is what we will use to nourish our relationship for as long as they will last.

I dedicate this post to Makeda; my creative everything and biggest whomst. The inspiration behind so much of my work and attitude adjustment. To the top we go!

Watch out world

This girl isn’t confused tonight…she’s just creative.


S.N. Carrie Underwood’s What can I say, was on repeat for awhile while I wrote this.

Why can’t I?

I’ve been meaning to write something or post something here for the longest time. But procrastination which has become my worst trait, got the better of me. What have I been up to?

Well, this summer I got a job as a photographer. I managed to capture some beautiful moments, meet people I won’t soon forget and visit places I didn’t even know existed. I can’t help but think that this is something that every person would want to experience at some point in their life, and as a college student it was just like a bonus that I received compensation for it. Would I do it again? I might…but with my own demands.

What else?

I’m now in my third year of university, (one more year to go…hopefully) and my creative partner has returned. She had to sit out a semester due to medical complications and I am excited to see what we will come up with this year as a team. She’s an amazing individual, who initially intimated me and has now become my confidante. I hope in future I will be able to introduce her on this platform and the others I intend to pursue.

What else?

I’m single now and sorta kinda wanna start dating. I’m hesitant for a number of reasons, my main reason is this, I don’t think I know what I want in a man or what I even want a man for? I can have my pick of them, trust me…but I don’t want to cheat them out of being with the best version of me. Right now, I’m not at my worst, but I know I could be better.

Anything else?

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about changing my lifestyle and image. I want to cut my hair off again, just so I can be free from the “burden” of paying attention to it. I was so free when I did my first big chop, everyday I wore a pink bejeweled tam to school. Actually I wore that tam everywhere I could and it’s still in good condition. Should I cut my hair again anytime soon, I don’t plan to hide under the tam.

I’m not finished with this one.

Also, I’ve thought about going back to the gym. My trainer insists and I’m begging him to change up my progamme; or I promise to become bored and miserable every time I set foot into his space…again. Along with this return to fitness, I plan to record my journey… for real. Like I’m in discussion with a production team and I’ve decided that this will be good.

You’re hearing it first.

I might call it Chien Chronicles. Chien is short for Chieniel and that’s what my family and friends call me. Oh boy; “Hi I’m Chi-eh-ni-el but nobody usually gets it right the first time so you can call me Chien”. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve used this to introduce myself. Now I just shy away from meeting new people. Anyways, Chien Chronicles would be the video version of what I had envisioned my blog to be.

I’ve found that I have quite a lot to say and have been wasting my thoughts by keeping them to myself because I’m afraid I’ll offend someone but as a journalist it’s okay to offend sometimes, so long as you are speaking the truth…I beg to differ. (that’s why I can’t be a journalist). I wish I could just write them down and share them here, but I haven’t quite mastered the art of putting my expressions in my words. If you get what I’m saying.

I mean why can’t I just sit around my computer and type up what I’m thinking and how I feel?

Oh you mean like you’re doing now?

Who said that?

Why can’t I procrastinate less and push myself to do all those things I think about doing day after day? Why can’t I just get up, go to the gym, argue less with my trainer and squat more and get that workout done?

I’m stuck.

I was overwhelmed with so many answers just now, I’ve already forgotten what they were.

I can get up and just go to the gym and get my workout done. And I can procrastinate less and get more done. I can do so much! But deep down I have a fear that’s holding me back. I’m afraid of being successful. I’m afraid I’ll forget who I am too quickly. I’m afraid I’ll become one of the persons I criticize everyday. I’m afraid who I am right now isn’t who will be successful.

Why can’t I though? Who says I can’t?

Here’s to me! Taking on this challenge of proving myself to myself and introducing myself to the rest of the world. Will you come along for the ride?

Would you be interested in Chien Chronicles?

For now

I leave you and return to my thoughts as a tired and cranky

College Girl



I think I have them too often for someone who is crippled with procrastination. I mean I keep telling myself I’m going to do better and do more; then I sit back and fold my arms and forget about it. There have been moments when I gave in and actually did something I knew would be worth it.

Take for instance my new summer employment opportunity. Of course I could say summer job, but that’s so basic and almost everyone has one. I call it summer employment opportunity for three reasons.

Reason no.1

I applied for a job by using a risky resume. Well not necessarily risky, but I used information I had received last year from my summer employer and it worked. What’s that advice? I thought you’d never ask.

The Assistant Human Resource Manager for one of my country’s biggest financial institutions encouraged my batch of summer mentees to rework our resumes and evolve from the regular black and white, to the paper that gets the first pick out of the batch. I did and I ensured that I did the second thing she said. I’m gonna tell you, don’t worry. When you apply to especially their company, on your CV or resume if you will, include or highlight what they want to see. They needed summer camp teachers with specific skills, I am a certified educator and I am also a liberal student. So I applied with a not very plain resume. Resume just click that right there.

It worked, I was called for an interview and was presented with the opportunity however not for the position I had applied for.

Reason no.2

During my interview, I realized that I was failing to connect with my interviewers. They didn’t seem too pleased with my explanations of what I could bring to the table as a teacher. So in the most random and quite impressive way I brought up another skill that I possess. I am a media student, which means that I have photography, videography, audio-visual skills and experience. It worked! I am now the camp photographer.

The downside to this is one of my worst procrastinating ever. I signed up for a free online photography course for four weeks. The time difference made it just terrible. I could hardly bring myself to get up at 2 a.m. my time to learn photography, so after awhile I would just roll over after hitting snooze 10 times on my phone’s alarm. You live and you learn. All that I can do now is apply what I have been taught by my lecturer and youtubers to get this job done.

Just a side note; I hope to document my experience here. Sort of a challenge to myself that should prove interesting and give my page more traffic.

Now I had to present a plan of action to the coordinators of the camp and once again I did the unexpected. This time procrastination came in handy. It all came to me on the day the plan was due…yup I waited until the day my work was due to do it. I hope to change that in future. Wish me luck! I decided to do more than just photography.

I shall create a digital newsletter using a particular software. It will be time consuming and frustrating but well worth it. Why? I need to make up my portfolio as an editor and this is my start. I can just feel it! I’ll be doing other things but I’d rather not go into all of that.

Are you still with me? I’m almost finished…I promise.

Reason no.3

When I was told I had been successful; i.e. I got the job. I was told to look out for a certain email. I was so shocked that I hadn’t been able to follow the telephone conversation at the time. But it seems I may have received another opportunity with the company, which could mean working with two sets of persons and bringing home two pay cheques. Hey a girl has to be hopeful!

By the way this second opportunity requires completing an application. You guessed it! I did not apply.

So yes, I consider these opportunities. These are not easy to come by where I am from. You especially have to know someone who can get you in. I was told this by an employment specialist. These events have been huge for me because it means that I got to this part on my own merit.

What’s my lesson? I need to do more, after-all, I’m doing it for myself. If I’m going to make it and blow minds, I better start from here down at the bottom and shatter my way to the top. That sounds weird but it makes sense.

My epiphany. I knew this all along.

Wish me luck!

As I am today your Inspired College Girl

What could be better?

These days just about every day I am caused to consider what could be better. Like what could be better than my current living arrangement for school? What could be better than undertaking my current studies? What could be better than being my age and without responsibilities other than my own self? What could be better than just about everything that I have? Right now, I ask myself what could be better than being locked in my room, listening to Ed Sheeran sing “Kiss Me” and writing a blog that reaches so few?

My answer? So many things. I could be out taking pictures of the sunset, or sitting on a beach with my toes buried in the sand, catching up with a friend. I could also be sitting with my mother watching TV or making her dinner for a change. Where was I going with this?

I could be doing worse too. I could be in Kingston, roasting in what feels like preparation for hell or lying in a hospital bed with thoughts of only the inevitable. But I’m not am I? Nope, I’m in bed writing in the hopes that better thoughts will come to me as I share those I currently poses. I might as well share some of them.

How seriously do we take our appreciation for life? To stereotype it all, enjoying life is travelling, partying, dressing in what we swear looks to die for on us and in doing all these and many others, we ensure that the world knows what we are up to? Why am I saying we though?

My travelling consists of my bed to the shower to my bed or the fridge. I’ve never ever been to a party in my entire life; the one time I tried to go to a party, I was mugged and that just totally killed my vibe. I don’t dress up, I’m in a big old sweater and t-shirt all day even though it is the summer and my room isn’t air conditioned.

I’m not complaining about my life. But, there are times I wish I did dress up and look like a human female who would attract male human beings. Suitable male human beings at that.

There’s nothing wrong with sharing with the world that you are able to live the life that you want to. I just think that in the moment you stop to share with people who wish you well, wish they were with you in that moment, wish they could do the things you do or have the experiences you have had, or those who just wish you wouldn’t…you wouldn’t everything. I think in that moment, you could possibly miss a moment that would have been so much better.

I know there are moments worth capturing; after all how else would we have memes or know what you did every second of your life. By all means share them with the rest of the world. But enjoy life more, so much more that you think about it and try to do it all over again so that you can do it even better. Bear in mind that not all things are worth redoing neither can they be accomplished a second time around.

So many things could be better and are better than this post. I should know, I’m thinking of a few. But this is what’s good about this, while I won’t check how many persons read this, I will go to bed thinking this was received by quite a few persons. Hopefully what will be better is my next post.

Do you think by sharing your moments with the rest of the world means you aren’t enjoying life? How do you know that you are appreciating life; your life that is…

I’m not confused, I promise… Just

Creatively yours

College Girl


I didn’t feel like proof reading this.