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Pessimist? Me? I don’t think so.

25 Apr

I have often been called a pessimist and for a long time I never questioned it. Why would I? I always worry about the worst case scenarios, I am always warning my friends about the terrible things people do and what they could do to them, I am one of those hippies claiming that the end is neigh. I am not denying this much but I don’t believe I am a pessimist. Saying that would be a hasty assessment of myself.

I know that bad things happen sometimes. I know that some people are racist, sexist, homophobic, murderers, just plain ol’ mean and sometimes all of this at once and worse. I know that for centuries humans have mistreated our planet beyond repair and have harmed other fellow humans for bigoted reasons. I know of stories of genocide, of animal cruelty, of slavery, of rape, of war and of mass infanticide. I know this and I think you do too. We all do. So, does knowing this and being mistrustful of how great a race humans are make me a pessimist? I am not sure.

See? The thing is there is always more than one side of the story and life has taught me that all sides are equally important. Yes, I know that the human race has been, and is still sometimes, ridiculously evil but that is not all I know. In fact, I know that so many times humans have proved that we are kind, generous and that we care. People who work for Non-Profit Organizations, people who donate to all kinds of charities, people who volunteer to help victims of war or of natural disasters, organ donors, surrogate mothers, feminists, doctors, les restos du coeurles médecins sans frontières, les enfoirés, Greenpeace, mothers, soup kitchens volunteers, people working in conservation, people who give time and more just to help other people, all heroes in their own way. I have seen demonstrations of people fighting for what is right, for the ideals they believe in; gay pride parades, slut walks, civil rights protests, worldwide peaceful protests to denounce police brutality and to reiterate that black lives matter, people fighting for a rise in the minimum wage. These are the things that remind me that there is good in the world and this good usually comes from ordinary people.

Thus, I’ve been thinking, I am not really a pessimist. I know there is good in everybody and I love seeing it. I love seeing people being kind, smart, encouraging, caring, generous, protective, tolerant and supportive. I love seeing parents being unconditionally supportive of their LGBTQ kids. I love how girls who barely know each other will share their hair bands or their spare tampons. I love seeing celebrities using their fame to support great causes, like Mark Ruffalo whose Facebook is equally full of posts about the Avengers than it is of posts about Water Defense, marriage equality, climate change and the Monsanto scandals. I got as excited when I heard of the 5-year-old girl who set up a lemonade stand across the street from the Westboro Baptist and donated all the money to the ‘Planting Peace’ association as I was about Rebel Wilson’s positive body image outfit at the MTV Movie Awards.


She owned that night. I’m loving the pants!

When good things happen I’m just really happy. I remember once, one of my friends ranked first in some competition and she was called in a school assembly and we all clapped for her. I remember that as I clapped, I actually cried a little. And I even shed a few tears while watching the music video for Maroon 5’s Sugar. I get that emotional about good things happening, I’m that kind of friend and I guess, that kind of person. That’s not really what a pessimist is, right?

It’s really easy to judge. It’s a weird reflex to judge a person, especially one you have never met just because of the kind of person you think they are. Something I’ve noticed about me is that I like digging deeper when it comes to people who get a lot of hate – that’s because years ago I promised myself to not randomly hate people and because I have become more and more convinced that there is good in everyone. It’s easy to call Nicki Minaj a “stupid hoe”, it’s also a really dumb thing to do when you realize she is a pretty neat human being, she is always urging her fans to stay in school because “education is important” and once she even moved her concert dates because they coincided with exam dates. People do good things all the time, and they deserve some respect. I honestly believe that until someone behaves like a total asshole they deserve respect.

Other little thing about me that makes me doubtful I’m a pessimist: my undying love for the Gotham City Sirens and the Birds of Prey. They are stories about criminals – and if you know Gotham you know they are usually the worst kind – and yet they are heroes too. Unconventional heroes alright but they still do good..mostly. If Starling and Harley Quinn can do good, if Gotham criminals can do good then anyone can and that’s because really anyone can. 

harleyquinn dog saving

So there we go, according to Wikipedia, pessimism is a state of mind in which one anticipates undesirable outcomes or believes that the evil or hardships in life outweigh the good or luxuries. Therefore even though I often think that bad things are bound to happen I truly believe that there is good in everyone and that caring is an innate thing. Being mean, sexist, disrespectful, racist or homophobic is usually a choice and I don’t believe they are inherent characteristics of the human nature.

To sum up, there is good in everyone, even if people can be really shitty sometimes. And me knowing that people can be really shitty sometimes does not mean I’m a pessimist and that I only see the bad side of people. I mean, come on, even Darth Vader was not all bad.


The Sketcher…

27 Oct

Picture it & Write is a weekly creative writing prompt hosted by the Ermilia coauthors, Ermisenda and Eliabeth. Here’s my contribution to this week’s challenge:

You know how artists always seem to live in a world of their own? How they seem so oblivious of what goes on around them…but at the same time see every little thing and how beautiful it is or it could be. You know what huge geeks they are, how awkward they are when it comes to mundane things us mere mortals do. You do know how brutally honest they can be, right? How their compliments are the most sincere. How they give off that fearless vibe when they are the most insecure things ever to have been created.

Or maybe that was just him…

Do you know how twisted and dark their beautiful minds can be…did any one of them let you see? Let you see their soul? Let you inside their bubble? Did you like it there or were you just uncomfortable? They know how to get you out of your comfort zone. They know how to make you see things you could not see on your own. They can show you your own thoughts in a way you could not imagine.

Tell me it was not just him…

They make you want more. They open your eyes, your heart, your soul… They know how to paint over your scars and open new ones that you will never want to heal. They show you places you never want to leave. They sketch your demons embracing theirs. They make you believe in carpe diem. They inspire your darkness and light up your world.

Or maybe that was just me…

I like to believe that everyone has their artist. I like to believe you and me was a unique thing. But everything is unique to an artist. So, everything is the same.

I like to believe I was not mundane to you. But I know we all are…

Yes, everybody has their artist, but you were the sketcher…mine for a while but not belonging anywhere in this world.


Here’s the picture that inspired this piece:


All credits for the picture goes to Ermiliablog.



Canada, University and Halloween

26 Oct

It’s been slightly over two months since I’ve set foot in Canada and I think it’s a good thing I waited all this time before writing down my impressions on this blog. The first weeks were…disorienting and challenging to say the least. It took some time adjusting to the weather and the bland food, and to be honest, the first 2 weeks I was convinced I would never be able to make friends and that I might as well lock myself in my room forever. I was sad, lonely and homesick. I spent my birthday being sad, lonely and homesick.

Then the roommate took things in hand. She bought a How To Train Your Dragon poster and stated that if it did not fall overnight- all my posters had been falling off the wall, I blame the sticky tack- we were gonna make friends that day. It did not fall. We made friends. They are pretty awesome people.

Thank you, Toothless and Hiccup. 

That’s when I realised that people who choose a liberal arts university tend to have a lot in common. They all tend to be geeks and nerds. Book nerds, gamers, movie geeks, music freaks…you name it. I love it! Quite soon after that, our room became one of the social ones- who would have thought, huh? There can still be people here at 2a.m debating on how corrupt FIFA is or just watching Sherlock or Disney movies. Because yes.

Besides, classes have been going pretty well. We are to take 5 classes per semester and the first year, it can be as random as you can make it. I chose intro to criminology, intro to cultural anthropology, Japanese, Latin and Spanish. My crim class is all about learning theories of crime through movies. So far we’ve watch Double IndemnityFrankenstein, Psycho and Taxi Driver and I think I’ve discovered myself a fondness for film noir. Also, learning three languages at the same time is quite something. Not something I would recommend but something I really enjoy, no matter how confusing it gets. I’m pretty proud of myself for being able to read hiragana and knowing the cases of words in Latin. I’m not saying it’s not challenging, it is- I promised myself to not say it is hard- but I find it extremely rewarding when I do get things. A bit like with maths but actually fun. So you could say that so far, yo hablo seis idiomas…kinda. I’m planning on learning Italian and Greek too, because why not? I love languages. *maniacal laughter*

So, you could say I finally feel at home. I have posters, postcards and pictures of my friends and family on my walls. The roommate and I found a cleaning/tidying and laundry routine. We bought Nandos sauce to add to pretty much everything we eat. We found other international students with similar habits and customs. Things are going pretty well.


Anyways, let’s get down to what I really wanted to write about: Halloween. Next week is gonna be my first Halloween and last night was my first Halloween party. I must say, back when I realised I was going to Canada for my studies, I was super hyped for this. I’ve always wanted to dress up and honestly, in Mauritius there are not many opportunities to do so. I never thought I’d be apprehensive about it…I never imagined I would not feel like picking up a costume. My first Halloween threatened who I am fundamentally. I felt a lot like Cady from Mean Girls. I am the girl from Africa who moves to North America. Well, maybe that is a bit exaggerated. I mean, I did know what Halloween was all about. I knew about all the “slutty” costumes because…Internet. However, living it turned out being very different from observing it online from across the world.


I did not want to play the sexy card and just be a sexy cat, a sexy vampire or a sexy magician. No offense intended to those who do, it’s just really not me and I like being me. Until about 6 hours before the party was to start, I did not feel like going, I had not found a costume I would like wearing and I just felt like eating bacon in bed. That’s when, while walking around in the mall, I saw a couple of things that gave me the perfect Halloween costume idea for me.

Rainbow Dash/Batgirl :D

Rainbow Dash/Batgirl 😀

I personally think these two go really well together, especially on me. Batman behind me seems to approve. Hell yeah.

Funny how despite the fact that I was wearing a skirt, some people just assumed I was Batman… Honestly, I’d rather be Batgirl than Batman. Less issues. Nicer hair. Same badassness.

*sigh* Writing all this made me hungry. I’m gonna make spicy ramen noodles in my microwave. So long 😉


P.S: If you feel particularly proud of where you are from and you feel like spending a bit on a stranger, you could send me a postcard to add to my collection. Comment or contact me through Facebook, Twitter or Tumblr and we can talk about it. You’ll find the links in my “Contact me, maybe?” page.

What’s worse: pain or discomfort?

2 Aug

Today I had a dentist appointment. I had to get a mould of my upper jaw for a retainer again because someone knocked my retainer off a table and managed to land a book on it, all that accidentally. I must say that’s pretty impressive…and also very annoying. Not that I loved my retainer but I had gotten used to it and I had accepted its purpose as important. I had grown to accept that the most annoying part about the retainer was making the mould, not wearing it all the time. So I took good care of it but accidents happen and it was decided I would face my doom again today. It was the third time I had to do this and it does not get better. Note that this is not the case for everyone, I just have a gagging problem when it come to this horrible plastic paste and the metal plate that takes too much space. It is not painful. It’s just uncomfortable.

That’s when it hit me that I’d rather spend over 2 hours under a tattoo needle than less than minute with this thing in my mouth. I’d say in that case, discomfort is worse than pain to me. Just in that case? Let me reflect on the ‘pain’ experiences that I’ve had. I’ve got scraps and wounds like any kid – one time I fell down and got really ugly scraps on both my knees, my elbow, my lip and my left eyebrow and to this day I’m not that sure how it happened; I broke my arm more than a couple of times; I cracked a bone in my neck; I’ve had horrible menses pain; I’ve had nearly as horrible braces pain; I got waxed and depilated; and last February I got tattooed. None of these seem worse than upper jaw moulding.


Seems small but this did take about two hours. Probably because the tattoo artist took his time, took breaks that were convenient for both of us and talked a lot. He talked to get me to think of something else than the pain, he offered me a drink, I was told I could stop him at any moment I could not hold the pain and there was music. I don’t know about you, but in my opinion, music makes a big difference. Thinking of it now, professional tattoo artists are way better at putting their clients at ease than dentists. Well, my dentist at least. See, if the experience is not gonna be a pleasant one, might as well make the person comfortable. I guess that’s the philosophy of tattoo artists.

So what’s worse, pain or discomfort? When I was about 5, I broke my arm and when my dad asked me if I was in pain I said ‘no’. I literally said I had nothing and that I was fine. I don’t remember how painful it was but what I remember is how annoying it is to shower with a plastic bag on the plaster on your left arm. This may be an interesting anecdote but it does not really answer the question. If you have an answer, tell me in the comments- be it here or on Facebook.

Oh and by the way, I recently got my visa and I’m leaving for Canada soon for a four-year university experience! Yay! This said, my next posts will most likely be travel related. If you are leaving soon too, you might relate and find tips or even share your own tips 🙂

16 reasons why wearing glasses suck

16 Jul

I’ve been wearing glasses ever since I was 9 years old. That means I’ve been wearing glasses for over half of my life. You might think I should have gotten used to it by now, but let me tell you something, there are things you just cannot get used to.

#1. Not finding them

One thing about being really badly short-sighted- everything 10 cm onward away from my face is blurry to me – is that when you lose your glasses, you can’t see them, you can’t see the two thin coloured sticks and the two transparent little panes. It is mission impossible and you have two choices: 1. be weak and ask for help or 2. rely on your other senses and hope you can recognise your glasses cry. Oh yeah, wait, glasses don’t make a noise, so yeah, you can only rely on your sense of touch and start touching everything around you. Every. Single. Surface. Has. To. Be. Covered. Good luck.

me neither, Velma, me neither...

me neither, Velma, me neither…

#2. Rain

Now don’t get me mistaken, I like rain. It’s just that I would probably enjoy rain 100% more if I was not as blind as a bat.


speaks for itself

speaks for itself

See what I mean?

#3. Smudges

Smudges are a bit like rain except there’s no way one can enjoy smudges. No way. They are like the nemesis of the myopic.



#4. The tan lines

Those will happen. When you live in a tropical country, like me, it’s just a teeny bit worse. When you are darker-skinned, like my sister, it may get a little bit more than “a teeny bit” worse. She has a lighter line crossing her nose, you know, where the glasses stand and block the sun. My tan lines are a bit different; all the area behind my glasses- I mean even behind the actual glass part- is lighter. If you look at me you will barely notice, but then maybe that’s because I wear an equaliser facial cream. *wink wink*

#5. Idiots

Idiots, meaning those people who find it absolutely hilarious to take your glasses from your face and ask you dumb questions like “how many fingers am I holding up?” or dumber questions like “what colour am I?” I am not even kidding you here. I have been asked those questions, the former more often and even the first time it was not funny. Actually, it is as funny as taking away someone’s wheelchair just to see to what extent they cannot walk. It is not funny.

And for those who legitimately wonder, it’s just blurry. Fingers don’t double and colours don’t change. It’s blurry and we don’t see all the little details, like those old YouTube videos that you can’t switch to HD.


#6. Other idiots

You know, those people who have perfect vision and want to wear glasses. Some of them are ready to ruin their eyesight to be able to accessorise their eyes. Others just wear glasses with no lenses..or fake glasses that do nothing to improve eyesight but supposedly improve style. If you wear glasses, you know you hate those people. No, just kidding, maybe they are your friends and you don’t “hate hate” them, but you still want to push them off a cliff every time they tell you how lucky you are to wear glasses.

*pushes you off a cliff*

*pushes you off a cliff*

#7. Sunglasses

Because I can’t. All those who do not wear glasses have such a hard time choosing their sunglasses, right? If you go to the mall, for sure there will be sunglasses in all retail stores, clothes stores, make-up stores… The mall I’m most used to is the Bagatelle one and I can tell you there are sunglasses in stores ranging from Aldo. Jennyfer, Ibiza, Woolworth, Sweet Sugar, Truworths, to Mr. Price, Manjoo, Réserve Naturelle and all the supermarkets. Pretty sunglasses can also be found in the markets and even sold by hawkers on the road. And their prices won’t even get you crying, unlike those at actual glasses stores. Those very stores where people who actually wear glasses have to buy theirs because they need to have them adjusted to their crappy eyesight.

#8. 3D glasses at the cinema

I know many people have already complained about the weight of 3D glasses, now imagine what it is like when you have to balance two pairs of glasses on your nose. I can say my nose, and my ears for that matter, enjoy this activity as much as I do. There’s only so much space for one pair, but I cannot say blurry 3D tempts me.

It is annoying, but to watch a good movie I can bear with it. Two hours is not that long, huh?

#9. The pre-kiss anxiety

The big question that people who wears glasses cannot help turning over and over again in their head when they start liking someone who wears glasses too is “will they clash?” They most likely will sometimes and honestly it is not such a big deal when it happens but pre-kiss will always still be a moment doused in apprehension, at least to me.

#10. I can’t hear without my glasses

Well actually, I can. But not as good as with them. I’m not sure if this applies to people other than me, but since it applies to someone it’s on this list. I don’t know if it is because I part lip-read unconsciously or if the glasses’ temples stimulate my ears but I just understand what people say better when I have my glasses on. Which is kinda ridiculous when you think about it, but I’m not thinking about it that much.

#11. Knowing you are most certainly a reject of evolution

We cannot see. Maybe it is in our genes. Maybe it is the result of too much T.V or too much reading books from too near in the dark with just a tiny lamp(guilty!). But if a zombie apocalypse broke out and we lost our glasses while running, we’d be doomed. Because a blurry zombie looks just like a normal person and when we get near enough to notice it IS a zombie we’re doomed. Seeing underwater without glasses is near impossible too. Now imagine losing your glasses in the sea, finding them would be mission impossible upgraded to level 100.

#12. It’s expensive to see

Glasses, more the lenses actually, are expensive. When you start seeing the world blur around you when you have your glasses on, you know it’s time for a check-up, an upgrade and, well, an expense. Again. I’m nearly 19 and I must have changed glasses 10 times. I wonder when my eyesight will stop getting worse. No actually, I wonder if my eyesight will stop getting worse one day.

#13. I don’t know what I look like without glasses

I don’t know, I have a vague idea- more like a blurred idea, haha very punny- of what I look like without glasses. However, that idea is a mix between the completely blurry face I see in the mirror when I do normal stuff like brushing my teeth (and by completely blurry I mean I barely see my eyes and lips and nose) and the very accurate details I see when I put my face inches away from the mirror. That image is not flattering at all. Anyway, this brings up the next problem.

#14. Taking glasses-less selfies is a challenge

Taking pictures of something you cannot see is always a challenge. In the actual case of selfies, I have a method: you just pull a few faces, hope for the best, put on your glasses to check the pictures, delete the pictures, start over 57 more times. Next time someone who wears glasses sends you a selfie of them, say in a bathtub or a pool, with glasses on, do not point out that it is weird. They know. They can’t really help it.

#15. Wearing them when you shave

No matter how bad the eyesight, you don’t really really need them to shave- say, your legs- but you know it is a lot more practical to actually see what you are shaving: less chances to miss something and less chances to cut yourself and not see the blood because it is just a tiny drop. But if you do wear the glasses, chances are they will fog up..or get drops on them, thus re-enacting the ‘rain’ problem.

#16. Peripheral vision and visual distortion

Peripheral vision, meaning if I look at the side without moving my head, the world is blurry. Visual distortion, meaning my eyes look smaller than they actually are because the glass is thick like that.

You know what else? That sexy thing that women(some men do it too though) who wear glasses usually do on T.V or stuff…

THAT thing.

THAT thing.

If I did THAT thing, I would not see you. Maybe it would still be somewhat sexy to you, but I would not see you see me being sexy.

By now, I bet there is only one thing you want to tell me: “JUST GET CONTACT LENSES!!”

Maybe I should. I most probably should. This way I could go scuba diving and play sports with more ease and less glasses slipping down my nose. I would not have that rain problem, or that 3D glasses problem, or that sunglasses problem or any other problem. Thing is, I’m a wimp. When you say “contact lenses” there is only one thing I think about and nothing you say will convince me.


I’m guessing removing them is tricky too. Falling asleep with them is a ‘no-no’ so no, maybe later when I’ll hate my glasses more. This is probably not gonna happen though since you cannot hate what lets you see. I think.


So long my fellow Velmas 😉

Take care.

My 10 feel-better things

18 Jun

Sometimes I am sad, like all of us really. But I think I’m a bit special because I become upset for the most trivial stuff, stuff that don’t even have anything to do with me, like a fictional character dying or some fictional character’s goldfish dying. When this happens, I have special no-sadness strategies and I’m gonna share them with you:

10. Sniff my lip balm.

I have two lip balms and they both smell heavenly. One is Labello’s Vitamin Shake and smells like cranberry and raspberry and the other I received in a gift box and is mango and papaya flavoured. Sometimes I’m even tempted to eat them, but I tried that before and it is not happening again for obvious reasons.


9. Set a cute-ish silly-ish picture as my lock screen wallpaper on my smartphone.

At the moment this is my wallpaper and it does not disappoint:

Deer are SO majestic.

Deer are SO majestic.

Every time I pick my phone up, be it just to check the time, it never fails to make me smile.


8. Pet my dog


He is called MeeFoon and I think he is a Maltese(I’m not super used to English dog breeds names). What I know for sure though is that he is a little ball of love who loves petting 😀 and he perfectly fits this wiki‘s description: “Your Maltese will constantly want to be your right-hand man companion. He will be happy to sit by your side, hour after hour, while you read a book or watch television. But he will also love to accompany you wherever you go. They enjoy a good old fashioned walk with their owners and a trip in the car is always awesome. Maltese make decent watchdogs and will sound alarms when a stranger comes to the door. Once welcomed into the home, though, everyone is his or her friend. ” I thus concluded that MeeFoon is a Maltese.

7. Make Pokefusions.

Or rather, I fool around and create combinations that I wish I could draw. But I can’t draw so it’s not happening. Instead I can browse the Pokefusions tag on Tumblr and be impressed by other people’s art. Basically, good art cheers me up. Good Pokemon art gets me ecstatic. If you have never heard of Pokefusions before and you are a bit curious, here, check this out!

6. Androidify stuff

There’s an app on Play Store called Androidify and I’ve had it for a while. When I’m bored or when I am a bit sad it is my alternative to drawing. Well, it is more like the compromise between “damn, I could not draw to save my life” and “I still need to let the creativity out”. So far I’ve androidified Elvis, Marceline, Marshall Lee and Finn from Adventure Time, Hercule Poirot, Nick Fury, the Black Widow, plenty other fictional characters, celebrities and even some of my friends.

Marceline! This one was pretty basic..

This one was pretty basic..

5. Cook

Recently I started cooking and I found that it was another way for me to be creative. I don’t always follow recipes diligently and sometimes I free-style completely :p

I’ve made lasagna, cottage pie, cupcakes, coconut milk chicken curry, scones…but what I’m most proud of is my red pepper peri peri potato mash. There’s a story behind this pride: I went to Nando’s and had its Chunky Mash as side dish for my wrap. (Note: this is from the Mauritian menu, when I checked online the only other Nando’s menu I saw this mash on was the UAE one.) However my family had ordered too much food and when we shared among ourselves I ended up too full to finish my mash. I was heart broken. I was also determined to try my hand at making this mash at home. There was no recipe on the internet, the odds were not in my favour. So, equipped with imagination, taste and the three ingredients guideline from the menu, “red peppers, onions and peri peri sauce,” I did it. Yes. I did. You want proof?



I might share the recipe on this blog someday soon.

4. Look at the stars

This one is for the night time. I can be sad all day, but the moment the sun sets and I get to be alone outside looking at the stars, everything just seems right. MeeFoon is welcomed to keep me company in those moments but no other human presence is tolerated. Any trespasser won’t get to eat the mash.

3. Listen to Music

I bet you all so this one coming. Who does not listen to music to cheer themselves up when they are sad?  Maybe what you did not see coming is that I either listen to Muse or to my special motivation girl power playlist, because yes I have one. The songs on this playlist are quite varied; from Gloria Gaynor to P!nk en passant par Beyoncé and Natasha Bedingfield. This playlist is for special sadness occasion though. Usually, Muse is enough to get me from depression to revolution 😉 Maybe it is also interesting to note I have an 80s’ music playlist and a Christmas playlist also, that I listen to all year round because why not?

2. Play Face Raiders on my 3DS

Because there is nothing more soothing than hitting my enemies’ faces with yellow balls in 3D. At least, that is the alternative where I don’t get arrested. Yay!



1. Read through my old birthday cards.

I kept them all, from ever since I was 6 years old. I even have a special drawer for all the birthday cards I’ve received and while reading through them, I can only feel the love. Some of the cards are handmade, some were bought in special cards shop, some are huge and some are tiny but they are all very special to me.

That’s it. That was my feel-good activities list. The order is not actually relevant of the importance or effectiveness of the said activities. Sometimes combinations work better and sometimes a nice long bubble bath while eating M&Ms is all I need to feel better 😉


Lex x.


Video Discovery Tuesday: Jabbawockeez Presents REGENERATE

4 Mar


The Jabbawockeez are the winners of the first season Dance show America’s Best Dance Crew. Their unique hip-hop skills and their trademark masks are what defines them. These guys are talent in pure state. You may know them from ABDC or their Pepsi commercial or even their cameo appearance in the movie Step Up 2 The Streets, or you may not know them at all but today’s a great opportunity to discover or re-discover them with this come-back video!

I love this video, not only because it’s Jabbawockeez work, but also because it is creative and radiates strength. Even though there is not much dancing you can feel the importance of dancing and art in this video.

What would we do if we lived in a world where art and culture have been outlawed and freedom is an old forgotten concept? Would you fight back? I know you would. I know I would.
Therefore, enjoy this rebellion where music, dance and poetry are depicted as the best weapons ever used in a war.
Hoping you’ll enjoy it,