Monday, October 31, 2016

Greetings 10.31.16

Greetings all! And Happy Halloween!

Caution: Do not read if you are faint of heart because the following images are incredibly spooky.

Okay, enough of that.

This past week we at the English Majors’ Counseling Office held our annual Open Mic and it was a smashing success! If you weren’t able to make it, keep an eye out because we’ll be accepting submissions for our yearly magazine called The Junction (poetry, prose, art, photography, and so on~) in the coming weeks!

We accept submissions to bczinesubmissions (@) gmail (.) com

Also keep an eye out as enrollment is right around the corner! Nothing says trying to finish up your classes this semester like worrying about what your next semester will entail.

And remember…. Election day is right around the corner on November 8th. In the words of Professor Minerva McGonagall:

Just adopt me already Dame Maggie Smith. 
Remember to be safe and careful when you’re enjoying yourself this Halloween! If you need me, I’ll be reading Dracula for class with a pumpkin-shaped bowl of Reese's Peanut Butter cups close at hand.


Christopher L.

News Briefs 10.31.16

The Bathroom Controversy Continues

            There are often breaking news stories that make headlines for a short while, but ultimately fall through the cracks over time.  This is one of these stories.
            On October 28th, 2016, the U.S. Supreme Court agreed to hear an appeal from Gloucester County school board that wants to prevent a transgender male, Gavin Grimm, from using the boys’ bathroom.  In August, the Supreme Court temporarily blocked Grimm’s ability to use the boy’s bathroom.  This decision has extended this order until the court decides the case.  This case is further complicated by the fact that the Supreme Court still remains short-handed after the death of Justice Antonin Scalia and is susceptible to an even split.
            This court centers on regulations regarding Title IX, the 1972 federal civil rights law, which prevents schools from discriminating against students on the basis of sex.  These regulations state that schools can have separate bathrooms and locker rooms for different genders.  In January 2015, the department extended these regulations, requiring that schools treat students in accordance to their gender identities, not their biological sexes.
            While Grimm won his case in federal appeals court, the court also said it would defer to the interpretation of the Education Department.  Gloucester County officials argued that the court’s ruling goes against the precedent that restrooms should be separated based on sex.
            The article discusses Gavin Grimm’s coming out story and where he is in his transitioning process.  I don’t think either of those things is relevant to whether or not he should be able to exercise his rights to use the bathroom he feels the most comfortable in.
            I have a secret for everyone who doesn't support the transition of bathrooms being aligned with gender: transgender individuals have been using the bathrooms that match their gender identity for years.  In fact, Gavin had been using the boys’ bathroom until the school got involved.  Even outside of school, he is able to use the boys’ restroom with no problem.
            I don’t think we gain anything from holding onto old standards, especially if they are harmful to students.

Read the original article here!
- Michelle Cherian


Leaving the Hospital With An Unexpected Baby

            How often do women leave the hospital with an unexpected baby? 

            That's a question I had to ask after coming across this shocking story.

           Georgia resident, Stephanie Jaegers went into the hospital believing she had kidney stones, because she was suffering from severe stomach pains. However, when she was evaluated, she was asked how far along she was in her pregnancy? Mrs. Jaegers gave the technician an "evil look" and told him that she was on her menstrual cycle.

            She was in deep shock when she entered an emergency operation with the doctor ordering an ultrasound. "I was pretty much in shock," Jaegers told CNN. 

           Her husband, Michael Jaegers was just as perplexed after becoming a new father unexpectedly, but definitely welcomes their new blessing. He says, "I went from googling "kidney stone treatments" to a panic attack over the fact that not only were we pregnant, but the baby was coming within the hour," Michael Jaegers wrote on Facebook. "Most parents have a good 9+ months to plan for such a blessing, we had 30 minutes' notice."
            Not only were the Jaegers in shock of a having new baby, but their baby was also breech. Thankfully, an hour later, their fourth child, Shaun Jude Jaegers was born at a healthy 7 lbs. 3 oz. 

            Mrs. Jaegers says, "At that point all the fear went away, and you're thinking this is how it was meant to be. This is right."

             After reading this story and finding out that they had three kids, I and I'm sure countless others ask, "How could you not know she was pregnant?" Mr. Jaegers had an answer, "We were asking the same question. We've been called stupid and dumb and ignorant, but until it happens to you, you can't really grasp it," he said. "She knows the symptoms; she knows the signs. There were zero. It was a miracle."

              After a shocking and perplexing hospital visit, a miracle and blessing was born. It was extremely gratifying and refreshing to read a story with a positive ending.

     For more, read here!

Kayla Nathaniel


The Utilitarian Question: Some or All?

The other day I was relaxing on the couch, drinking some tea while reading a book when suddenly my phone was vibrating nonstop. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't resist, so when I looked through my notifications I saw the usual: my best friend decided to tag me in some videos with cute, adorable and heartwarming dogs. There were also 50 messages from WhatsApp, all from my family and friends in Turkey. 

That's when I read this article on the refugee crisis going on in the Middle East. It talks about the Hajj family, Syrian refugees now living in Canada, thanks to the support and care of nonprofit, sponsored organizations. No, really, it's great. They were given a chance at a better life, where their kids can go to school instead of working labor-intensive jobs that pay as little as a dollar a day. They were the lucky ones among thousands of others refugees, but they had to leave family and friends behind.

Thanks to the rise of free services like Facebook and WhatsApp, it's easier today to communicate with others across the globe than it ever has been. That's why, one can imagine, many of the refugees given a second chance through foreign aid are faced with a new, more modern dilemma: How can I help my family and friends across the globe when I have been given this second chance to live in a first world country?

It's a tough question, it is. These refugees are given attentive care, with lots of financial and emotional support for a year or two, thanks to kind-hearted sponsors who pay for these families to have a better life. Do these refugees, then, have the right to request their sponsors (who are paying tens of thousands of dollars just to support them) to bring their families over? The Hajj family was embarrassed, and felt shame at having to make such a request. Eventually, however, they did, and the sponsors realized that the Hajj family had spent months worrying about this. Many sponsors began to realize that the Hajj family are not alone in their worrying. Many of the refugees coming to countries like America or Canada miss their family and friends, keeping contact with them through messaging services --sending voice recordings of one another -- just to hear the voices they miss so much.

Sponsors, then, are beginning to face a bigger question: If we save one family, should we prioritize their loved ones over other random families the UN handpicks for us? Thousands of kind-hearted people pooled their money together just to support this one family. Should they be obligated to split the resources for a second family? Should they be obligated to pool even more money for another family? It's a tough question. 

Ultimately, one of the answers is no, that they can continue supporting families like the Hajj's, and hope that once they are ready to start financially support themselves, they can bring their families on their own.

The thing is, nobody wants to help refugees out much. The United States alone only took 10,000 refugees the other year, a declining amount. Many people are unaware of the refugee crisis going on in the Middle East. There needs to be more awareness about these difficulties; only then can we truly have a discussion about this.

Onur A. Ayaz

Poem of the Week 10.31.16

The Writer
In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.

I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.

Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.

But now it is she who pauses, 
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which

The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.

I remember the dazed starling
Which was trapped in that very room, two years ago;
How we stole in, lifted a sash

And retreated, not to affright it;
And how for a helpless hour, through the crack of a door,
We watched the sleek, wild, dark

And iridescent creature
Batter against the brilliance, drop like a glove
To the hard floor, or the desk-top

And wait then, humped and bloody,
For the wits to try it again; and how our spirits 
Rose when, suddenly sure,

It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.

It is always a matter, my darling,
Of life or death, as I had forgotten. I wish
What I wished you before, but harder. 
-Richard Wilbur 

When I read this poem for the first time in my sophomore English 102 class, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I had just switched to the English major and wasn't completely sure of myself. I'm still not completely sure of myself. But every time I revisit this poem and enter its world, I'm taken back to that place when I was (for once) sure of myself.
Those of us who are English majors and seniors simultaneously, are indeed rare creatures. And because only a few of us emerge from the muck and mire alive, no one warns us about how difficult it'll be, how quickly we'll have to make serious career and life decisions, how traumatic graduate school applications and GRE's will be. We are the dazed starlings, battling and struggling to leave through the same entrance we came in, eager to clear the sills of our world. And also just hoping to God we don't screw up.
But often times what we don't realize is we batter against our own brilliance. We fight it with vigor. Our intelligence, aspirations, doubts and fears all join forces into one beast, one enemy, and we decide we must defeat it in order to succeed. We sleek, dark, iridescent creatures fight and fight. And with each attack, the beast punches us back down to our books and our desktops, and laughs.
Yet, to its surprise, we rise each time we fall. Though we're hunched over and bloody, we don't quit--we wait. We wait for the wits to try again.
But what if the beast is just as tired, just as confused as we are? What if it's sick of the fight too?
What would happen if we invited the beast into us? If we gave it a name, a dwelling place? What if then--we finally fly?

Currently Reading 10.31.16

One Japanese text I often revisit is Tsurezuregusa (also known as Essays in Idleness) by Yoshida Kenkō. Tsurezuregusa is a compilation of brief life lessons and inklings of insightful social commentary by the likes of a Japanese Buddhist monk. From the essays, comes one quote that I’ve always found intriguing in my day to day life.

When I sit down in quiet meditation, the one emotion hardest to fight against is a longing in all things for the past. After the others have gone to bed, I pass the time on a long autumn’s night by putting in order whatever belongings are at hand. As I tear up scraps of old correspondence I should prefer not to leave behind, I sometimes find among them samples of the calligraphy of a friend who has died, or pictures he drew for his own amusement, and I feel exactly as I did at the time. Even with letters written by friends who are still alive I try, when it has been long since we met, to remember the circumstances, the year. What a moving experience it is! It is sad to think a man’s familiar possessions, indifferent to his death, should remain unaltered long after he is gone.


In such a brief snippet, Kenkō paints a very realistic and relatable scene of late-night internal stirrings that recalls memories of my own life. It often surprises me at how relatable the writings of a Buddhist monk in 14th century Japan can be. Kenkō inspires the reader to cherish the emotional and spiritual connections they have made throughout their life, which are capable of transcending death itself. It is the spirit of the letter itself, with the memories and feeling attached to it that surface in our mind and that is what Kenkō calls both the “hardest [feeling] to fight against…” and a “moving experience…!” One can immediately sense the happiness and sadness that permeates throughout Tsurezuregusa. It’s possibly one of the reasons I appreciate Kenkō’s writings; they are both consumed with a romanticized view of the world while also being grounded in the physical reality of things. Memories of the past are splendid, moving, and beautiful things, but no man or woman can resist the call of death itself.

Kenkō highlights the mentality of even our contemporary thinkers, of the bastardization of language and the recurring sense of nostalgia that plagues our world. Kenkō says:

In all things I yearn for the past. Modern fashions seem to keep on growing more and more debased. I find that even among the splendid pieces of furniture built by our master cabinetmakers, those in the old forms are the most pleasing. And as for writing letters, surviving scraps from the past reveal how superb the phrasing used to be. The ordinary spoken language has also steadily coarsened.


Glorifying the past is one that continues to persist in the modern tradition, where we believe any disengagement from the norms of society are also a threat to society. Though I can’t say I necessarily agree with what Kenkō is saying, he is right in his assumptions that ‘modern fashions seem to keep on growing more and more debased.’ The master cabinetmakers that he cites are men who put every ounce of their being into their trade, creating a work of art that will stand the test of time long after they are dead. Modern fashions threaten this notion as cheaper, less personal, products with shorter lifespans become increasingly present in modern society.

Just look at how we treat smart-phones, as these handheld devices with a set lifespan that often is just under 2-years (sometimes even less). Technology is tearing away our spiritual connections in life, severing the sentimental ties we once held for every aspect of life that the Buddhist Kenkō held with the highest regard.

We cannot live forever in this world; why should we wait for ugliness to overtake us? The longer man lives, the more shame he endures. To die, at the latest, before one reaches forty, is the least unattractive. Once a man passes that age, he desires (with no sense of shame over his appearance) to mingle in the company of others. In his sunset years he dotes on his grandchildren, and prays for long life so that he may see them prosper. His preoccupation with worldly desires grows ever deeper, and gradually he loses all sensitivity to the beauty of things, a lamentable state of affairs

Perhaps a bit more forward of a statement than others, Kenkō warns of an emotional disconnection that is ugly and monstrous. Though I don’t think we should all opt out of life at 40 because it all goes downhill from there, I can relate to what Kenkō is saying. Once we realize our impending obsolescence, we become concerned with leaving a legacy behind. Kenkō sees this in the sweet and happy image of a grandfather doting on his grandchildren, despite it being a ‘preoccupation with worldly desires…’ This worldly distraction numbs the individual of their pursuit of beauty in all things and I think this is very much the case in our own contemporary society.

We are so consumed with what we’ll leave behind that we hardly take a second to appreciate the beauty of our everyday existence. We foster connections for the sake of forward movement as opposed to emotional and spiritual attachment. I like to think this is why I’ve chosen to pursue Japanese literature on an academic level. Though I am as guilty as anyone else, I admire the insightful thinking of Kenkō and consistently aim to use the Essays in Idleness to pursue happiness in a world where being idle is synonymous with failure.

Currently Watching 10.31.16

Talk Spooky to Me: Halloween Viewing Recomendations

Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, to the point where I have convinced myself that the entire month of October is dedicated to jack-o-lanterns and other spookiness. 
However, living in Brooklyn sort of cramps my style as many of my favorite Halloween traditions are a little harder to execute. For example, growing up my parents always go all out with decorations. Every room in my house is covered each October in creepy knickknacks and window clings reigned supreme. The yard is also transformed into a cemetery of sorts populated by ghouls my dad created by hand (he calls them "My Spooky Guys"). He's very into it: they all have rhyming epigraphs about how they died, usually in the form of some cautionary tale (i.e. wear a helmet, don't drink and drive, etc.) Some of them are rigged to look like they're flying, as well (it's a simple case of fishing line and wind but the effect is impressive). Obviously, such enthusiasm has had a lasting effect on me, and it makes me sad to miss out on all the fun. It's not really feasible to go all out in my apartment because we don't have enough space or storage as it is, and I'm not in a residential area, so we don't get trick-or-treaters anyway. Of course, I've found other ways of keeping myself in the spirit and mostly that's involved watching a lot of Halloween-y movies and shows. 

First up: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and it's spin-off: Angel)

For those of you unfamiliar with Buffy, the premise is pretty simple: little blonde girl who is usually fated to die in an alley by the hand of a scary movie monster kicks ass as The Chosen One, or Vampire Slayer in a small South California town that happens to sit on a demon-attracting Hellmouth. The whole series is DEFINITELY worth a watch (it's one of my favorites) but the first season is a particular kind of campy-spooky that works SO well for Halloween. Right now I'm embracing the nerd in me and watching some of the later seasons of Buffy in conjunction with the spin-off in a close approximation to how the shows would have originally aired. I've watching Buffy a lot over the years (probably too much) so I know the show pretty well, but I've been less inclined to give Angel another look and now I'm sort of remembering why. It's just...not as good. It's not bad, exactly, but it's missing so many of the elements that I love in Buffy. Angel definitely set out to be different: it branded itself as "adult," where Buffy began as a highschool show; Angel is set in Los Angeles rather than a small town; but most damningly Angel went for edgy, dark, and gritty when it maybe shouldn't have. One of Buffy's strongest features is the show's disregard for genre barriers: it's a horror show, yes, but it's also a comedy, a teen soap, a satire, even a musical at one point. It's bright and sunny while also being dark and mysterious, it's never afraid of it's campy-ness but it's also not afraid to become serious. Angel, on the other hand tried to box itself in as a kind of neo-noir while also trying to explore more "daring and edgy" concepts. Of course, the show is at its best when it forgets this commitment (like the episode where Angel is turned into a muppet). In 2016, Buffy's genre bending still feels fun and fresh while Angel's concept feels aged. On the whole, Buffy gets a 9.5/10 while Angel comes in closer to a 6. 

Near Dark (1987)

Speaking of aged and "gritty," this painfully 80s vampire movie is quite a ride. I found this film on a list of female directed horror movies and was instantly interested when I noticed that it was directed by Kathryn Bigelow (Zero Dark Thirty, The Hurt Locker (for which she won an Academy Award for Directing, the only woman to ever do so). Kathryn Bigelow, vampires, and 1980s seemed like a bizarre mix so I went for it, and it definitely lived up to expectations. It was...well, quite a ride. Essentially it follows a young farm boy, Caleb, after he picks up a drifter (in an effort to get laid) and is accidentally turned into a vampire. Murderous hijinks ensue as Caleb is reluctantly taken in by a group of nomadic undead. I'm not really sure I recommend this one. It has a lot going on, it's violent, much of the actual vampire lore doesn't make much sense, and the plot is difficult to believe at best. It also has that weird blue 80s aesthetic that I hate. But it has an 88% on Rotten Tomatoes so what do I know. 

When Animals Dream (2014)

I have a thing for female werewolves. They're very rare, for whatever reason, despite werewolfism often being used as a puberty metaphor. I mean, yeah, I guess men do tend to get hairier than women but there's a menstration metaphor in there somewhere, I swear. Anyway, this Danish film takes place in a small fishing town and follows a young woman who starts to go through some changes. It's very beautifully shot and it's not as over-the-top as monster movies can be (cough, Near Dark). There's also some gender commentary and an appearance by Lars Mikkelson, who's is lately known for his impressive performance as the Russian Prime Minister on House of Cards. I recommend this one as long as you're okay with reading subtitles (it's in Danish) and, helpfully, it's on Netflix.

The Munsters

And now for something completely different, I bring you an old Hollywood classic, The Munsters. I used to watch this show a lot with my mom when I was little (who used to watch it when she was little). A week or so ago I found that it was on Netflix and since it's been a dinner accompaniment for my boyfriend and I. Meant to be something of a satire of both family tv shows and monster movies, The Munsters aired for two seasons in the mid 1960s. The show catalogues the day-to-day misadventures of a "normal" family: Herman and Lily are your typical married couple (idiot breadwinner husband and doting wife/mother (though Lily has more fight in her than is typical for the time); Eddie, there son, is a precocious little werewolf who for some reason is always sitting in the kitchen cabinet; Grandpa is a vampire who spend most of his time doing experiments in his basement/dungeon/lab; and Marilyn, the family's niece, is normal looking (or ugly to the Munsters) and is constantly wondering why she keeps scaring away her dates (I'll give you a hint, Marilyn, it's not you). 90% of the show is misunderstanding involving the Munsters somehow not realizing that they are monsters that other people are frightened of. It's a very cute show, often forgotten in favor of its contemporaneous rival, The Addams Family. I highly recommend giving The Munsters a shot, especially if you don't have time to watch a full movie. 

I think all of that sums up my month quite nicely and gives you some fun ideas for seasonal viewing. If none of these satisfy your craving, Hitchcok is always a good go-to, as is The Twilight Zone. And one can never forget The X-Files. 

In any event, have a fantastic Halloween, and stay safe!   

- r.d. 
(aka Spooky Boogan) 

Currently Listening 10.31.16

Greeting, Boylan Blog readers! :D
Today, I ask you to join me as I take a trip down memory lane...

Sounds like Childhood Spirit

(This is an attempt at creating a "cool" title-- A play on the title Smells like Teen Spirit... A song I have played in Rockbound, but have never actually listened to. For this, I am sorry.)

In order to get the full experience of this trip, I ask that you press the play button on the embedded video below, keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times, and allow yourself to become lost in the timeless rhythms of my childhood.

Growing up, I had an INSANE love of video games. I honestly do not know where I would be today if my family had not had a Nintendo Entertainment System (NES), Sega Genesis, and Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES) (sequentially) at some point or other in my household.

Believe me when I say that my love of video games has only been occluded as a result of my inability to manipulate time, forcing it to standstill whilst I collect all the Chaos Gems in the universe and repeatedly hit M. Bison with a Spinning Bird Kick right in the kisser- !!!

(This is Chun Li. This is her Spinning Bird Kick. M. Bison is dutty. He killed Chun Li's father. He deserves this Spinning Bird Kick.)

I mention those three home entertainment systems in particular because I feel that they were the most essential to my early childhood, and also because I feel that later consoles such as the Sony Playstation and Nintendo 64 (I did not GameCube. I did not Xbox. Nope. Seriously. I know.) lacked/ lack a certain cadence...

I mention these three home entertainment systems in particular because I feel that the titles released for these consoles captured a very special auditory moment in video games. Back in the day, before graphic design and cinematography technology were advanced enough to provide the backdrop for deep dramatic tales, video games had little or no story. With virtually no explanation or motivation as to the plight of pithy protagonists, gamers simply gamed-- ducking into drainpipes and shooting ducks with a semi-realistic looking rifle that would no doubt be the subject of heated debate today. The MUSIC, however, made up for this.

There's just something about these old video game songs, man! They created a much stronger gamer/ game connection than any flashy cinematic ever could! ... In all honesty, I may be romanticizing the sound of them. They could just be a product of crappy budgets, or low grade music production technologies... The songs are sooo simple, after all. But the way these songs make my feel when I hear them, it's... Indescribable. Inescapable. Irreplaceable. (I'm really in an alliterative mood today, guys. :D)

That Sonic the Hedgehog 2 soundtrack you're listening to right now (Provided the link still lives. Also provided you actually followed my instructions >_>.)... I wonder if it means anything special to you. For me, each tune is something precious. I can hear any of these tracks anytime, anywhere, and instantly envision the stage it belongs to. It's a beautiful thing.

I always have several tracks from video games in my music library. Occasionally, someone will question me: "Why does that sound familiar?" When I respond "Guile's theme, Street Fighter II," the person will either give me a blank stare, or a spark will appear in their eye, and we'll spend a brief moment basking in the bliss of a soundscape reminiscent of a simpler time.

For those of you who are wondering/ interested, the best video game soundtracks EVER are Super Mario Bros. (original), Sonic the Hedgehog 2, Street Fighter II, and Super Mario World.

I hope you've all enjoyed our little trip!
I sure know I sure have! :D :D :D
I don't wanna go back... ! :(

~ Clinton

Culture Corner 10.31.16

Yuh Dotish Awa?

                          Fun Fact: Last week's Culture Corner inspired this piece because I enjoyed reading about the language of Jamaica. 

                        So let's call this Culture Corner, a part two but instead, I will discuss the language of Trinidad and Tobago because... I'S A TRINI!!   


                 While the official language of Trinidad and Tobago is English, what fun would it be if we didn't put our own spin on it and make it our own?! 

                  Sometimes when others hear Trinidadians speak, they may think that their grasp of the English language isn't up to par. But I assure you that this isn't the case! 

                   Like in every other culture and country, there are different and lingos that are inherent to that native land. 

                      I told my dad that I was doing a blog post about Trini lingos and he was so excited that he ran to his room and brought me one of his many objects with Trini lingos. I am proud to say that my dad is Trini to deh bone!!


        Trinidadians make up a saying for anything, and pronounce certain words anyway that they feel. 

   Let's begin with the title:  Yuh Dotish Awa? Dotish means foolish, stupid or dumb. 

A note about the word, stupid: Trinidadians have their own pronunciation for stupid which is pronounced as if the word were spelled 'chupid.' So if you hear someone saying, "What chupidness is this?" or "Yuh chupid or what?" then you know it has to be a Trini.

Now for some more of my people's rich and entertaining language.

Trinidadian Saying... Translation... Example

Allyuh... You all... Allyuh better be home before three. A funny side note about the word, three. Trinis pronounce the word, tree. So you will hear Trinis counting;"One, two, tree."

Awa... Or What?... "Yuh wastin' muh time, awa?"... "Are you wasting my time?"

Bacchanal... Commotion, chaos. Basically any story causing a lot of drama... "If dey find out, it will be rel bacchanal." 

Rel- Rel is how Trinidadians pronounce real... "If dey find out, it will be rel bacchanal." 

Féte- A party ... "I going and Féte"

        "He, She, We does"... Trinis love to use this when talking about something they do... "We does say anything that come to we mind."

      Duttyness... Dirtyness... "Yuh ain't bathe since Tuesday, yuhs a rell duttiness."

       Yuh trying a ting... A funny side note about the word, thing. Trinis pronounce the word, thing, ting...

    Crappo smoke yuh pipe... You have bad luck.

     Dog eat yuh suppa... You have nothing to eat.

      Doh mamaguy me nuh... To give someone a false compliment with the hope of indirectly persuading them in your favor. Side note- Don't becomes doh.

       Fadda... Father- Trinis pronounce the word father as if it were spelled fadda... " She going by she fadda for deh night."

      Cyah- Can't... "I cyah understand why she does do that."

     Lime- A hang out, chilling with friends... "Ah going to lime for a few hours."

    Make style... Show off... "She want to make style on we because she get ah new job."

   Wotless- Worthless... "Yuh wotless boi."

    Tabanca- After you end a relationship and the one broken up with is mourning the relationship... "She give yuh a tabanca boi"

   Totulbay/ Bazodee ... When you are whipped and are crazy in love... "That gyul have yuh totulbay."
 Mouth open, tori jump out... When you say something by a mistake and it was supposed to be a secret

My personal favorite from my granny: "I don't have time for this commess"... I don't have time for this nonsense.

"Match stick break in your ears awa?"... A child who doesn't listen to their parents.

      Those are some of the basic ones. There are countless more. 

      Here's a funny video!

Hope you enjoyed this mini tutorial!!

This sign off means the most for this post! :D

This is Kayla, fellow Trini signing out,

Love and Happiness.  Trini to deh bone!!