Hello boys and girls,

Wow, had a really good response with my last post, so I thought I’d keep the ball rolling and using the momentum write the follow up. Before I jump straight into the story, I think I’ll write about a few things that’s running through my mind.. Ok here goes.. I’m really enjoying my time blogging. People ask me why I do it, and because I haven’t got a proper answer, so I say something like “I use it as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings”, ok not in those words, and not as gay-sounding as that, but honestly blogging is addictive, and you would never know how it actually is until you try it yourself. People could question blogging, saying “why don’t you write in a diary?”, but a blog and a diary (I feel) are different. In a blog you can be witty and funny, as I try to be (emphasis on ‘try’ haha) and that way you can entertain the audience whom read your thoughts and daily occurrences in your life; while in a diary the only person your entertaining is yourself. It’s like telling yourself a joke, and laughing.. How sad!! In a blog, it’s cool that someone can stumble upon it and find it interesting enough to read over and over again, and become a regular visitor, while the diary is locked away from prying eyes. Also you can boast about your blog, you can invite people to read it whenever they wish. While asking someone to read your diary is just plain weird.. I can just imagine it now.. “Care to read my diary? It’s darn good interesting”. That’s why I don’t keep a diary, although I’m not saying it’s bad, I just feel that diarys aren’t for me. This moves me onto my second random thought, I’m really proud of myself keeping my blog alive. My blog can be compared to a plant, I have to take care of it if I want to keep it alive, therefore I’ve been watering it and feeding it all the necessary nutrients it needs, while sneaking in a few steroids on the way haha. I learnt from my mistakes with last blog, “Anticipointment” (which meant highly anticipating something, which then turns out to be a big disappointment) I had some cool posts, which I do want to repost here; however I lost my passion for it, I think it was because I was too concerned that the only visitor I was getting was Charldawn.. Boo hooo!! But I’m over that, and whether I’ve got millions of views or none, I’m still gonna be posting hehe. Additionally, I was looking over my blog and I saw the amount of writing I have for each post. I enjoy writing large amounts and going into fine detail, however I do feel sorry for you guys who read it. Maybe it’s interesting enough that you can just about stay awake, or maybe you can barely get through reading “hello boys and girls..” before your tying rope around your necks, holding a match to your petrol soaked body and drinking down hundreds of pills. I’ll never know haha. I think I’ll leave it there with my random thoughts, I’ve still got to write about the bus journey, so here goes..

Well Charl and I have been feeling very motivated to find inspirational books and other things that would inspire us and push us to be more creative, and therefore raise our levels of thinking, something that would be perfect for our FMP and courses we’re doing next year.. Ooo Top Secret!! Anyways, where best to go for inspirational books than Magma, a bookshop that only sells arty-farty books predominantly aimed at graphic artists, photographers and illustrators.. Perfect!! Because its only “round the corner” from our Uni we decide to take a bus rather than go on a hot, sweaty and Swine Flu infested train.. Although I do know a bus is just as bad hehe. So we catch a bendy bus and head towards Covent Garden, and get the first two available seats right at the front because we’re so exhausted from lugging around our Uni books. However, where we chose to sit turned out to be a little more interesting than we would’ve thought. A gentleman was already sat in the set of four seats alone, I thought it was a bit weird because the bus was packed and no one wanted to sit there, but I’m bloody tired so what the hell. It turns out no one sat there for a reason. Me and Charl witnessed this guy start talking to himself and shouting out the window at complete strangers. He said and did a lot of fucked up things, including banging on the window and saying these two random guys looked like twins.. I didn’t know what shocked me more, his actions, or me believing it, until I looked out the window and saw a black man standing next to a white man haha. From there I kinda had an inclination that this guy in front of Charl (lolll) was a little crazy, and we was riding the “special bus” with the more “eccentric” people, if I may hahaha. So therefore throughout the bus ride, Charl and I was trying to avoid eye contact and was just trying to make up any conversation just so that he wouldn’t direct any of his “crazy talk” to us. Until he taps my bag.. Shudderrrr!! He taps my blue nike bag and says:

“Yano what this reminds me of..”

Here I expect him to saying something about the design or even the colour.. Does he? NOOO!! He then starts talking about the Arch Bishop of Canterbury and being in the military and choir!! He doesn’t even mention my bag hahaha. Can’t really remember what he said exactly on that occassion but I do remember some of the things we were “talking” about..

He asks me if a plant in front of the Chinese restaurant was out of place? His explanation: “The Arch Bishop of Canterbury lives there and its really bad because his image will be tarnished, what will people think of him?!” *crazy laugh*. At this point I don’t wanna piss him off by not laughing because just before that he started hitting himself and slapping his bald head, so therefore I wouldn’t wanna get on his bad side lol. So I nervously laugh while he carries on talking.

“I once stole the general’s baton, and threw it over there *points at fence* people were chasing it and started kicking, stamping and spitting on it”..

“We was in choir and singing the anthem when the Arch Bishop walks in, then the roof starts dripping, and everyone runs off and starts panicking, and there I am catching it and drinking it *re-inacts cupping his hands and slurping the “water”* it was crazy, I’m surprised no one drowned”

Passing the demonstration opposite the houses of Parliment.. “Oh that’s Neville, my brother, I duno how he got in there, maybe snuck through the back.. He’s just chatting rubbish.. SHUT UP NEVILLE!! .. I don’t support that demonstration, they’re campaigning to get free LSD on the NHS” .. Just to let you know that demonstration was for a worth while cause, for Sri Lanka I think hehe.

Sorry for the rambling, it’s quite hard writing the story because the actions that went with it was just as crazy as what he said. So sorry if he doesn’t sound as crazy as you’d thought, but please believe me, he was haha.

Anyways Imma leave it there, this post took longer than expected to write, and I think it shows haha. For my next post I think I’ll talk about a wager I’m currently in..

Love ya’ll

Good day everyone,
Allow me to apologise for the extremely late post, however it’s not because I haven’t been bothered to post anything, it’s because I’ve been so preoccupied with my Final Major Project at Uni, and yes by the sound of it, its MAJOR!! haha. The brief is open for us to do as we wish but there’s only one catch, it has to have a ‘graphic outcome’.. so in a way you’re kinda restricted because you can’t just do anything therefore quite a bit of thought and planning has to be done before you can even commence creating anything. What am I doing I hear you ask? Well I’m mixing photography and dance and fingers crossed be producing a bound book.
I digress; there’s been so many notable events that has occurred since I last posted. And as tedious as it sounds, I would actually like to write about each one, only because it gives me something interesting to talk about and I really wouldn’t want to waste your time reading about absolute shite. Maybe I could write them in a series of posts just so that I can give my full attention to each one and try and give as much attention to each detail as I possibly can. Sounds good so allow me to crack on with one right now..
Working the late shift at IKEA on a weekday after Uni two weeks or so ago, I happened to be on the Swedish food market, specialising in Swedish delicacies with tills complete with scanner and everything etc. So there I am working away when a lady quickly picks up a packet of sweets and runs up to the till to pay. Excuse me if the following things I write come off sounding racist, I can assure you I’m not, and I will be very quick to apologise if this offends anyone; but the lady, probably from Kosovo or another Eastern European country looked dodgy. I try not to discriminate, especially because I would hate for it to happen either to myself or to someone I know. But I felt uneasy around her you could say; she had a mouth full of gold teeth, spoke poor english with a heavy accent and I generally did not trust her, for as bad as it sounds, I have a hard time trusting those asylum seekers. Before you accuse me of being in the BNP, something that is ridiculous to speculate for I’m not even white, allow me to explain myself and clarify my opinions. Firstly, “those asylum seekers” is poorly worded and I can see that for myself, I haven’t got a problem with asylum seekers for they are just people looking for a better place from which they came; and the word “those” should probably be followed up with the words “types of”.. This is because I hate those asylum seekers who instead of seeking asylum in a new country and making the most out of the opportunities by finding a job or something along those lines, they abuse it by being on some form of government benefit and then proceeding to beg us for money using their babies as a pity tool. I’m not advocating racism, but I just feel that they are abusing the system which has a knock-on affect by portraying good-willed foreigners and immigrants whom actually work hard for their money in a bad light making it easier for the BNP and other racist organisations to promote feelings of anti-immigration etc. Ok with that rant over let me get back to the story.. The sweets she wished to purchase cost a mere 70p to which she hurriedly stuffed a £20 note in my hand. I like to work properly and how I was taught, no matter if that slows me down a bit, so therefore I type in £20 into the system. As my till opens and I’m getting out her £19.30 change she proceeds to pull out a £1 coin saying that she’s found change (Grrr I hate customers who do that by the way). I take her pound, give back the original twenty, then look down to get the 30p change. She then says to me “you gave me this..” holding up a £5 note. Confused? You should be, because I didn’t actually give her a five, I gave her a twenty, therefore she was trying to scam me out of money, a reason why I don’t trust people like her. She was aiming for me to get confused and swap her five for a twenty, earning her a nice £15 profit. I’m not stupid and I was quick to see through her scam, and I was actually very angry that she could try pull that shitty trick on me, so I explained to her in my most assertive tone that I could muster, trying not to lose it, that I gave her a twenty and not a five. She then tries it again saying that I’m in the wrong and that I’ve short changed her.. At this point I start losing my patience and that I’m willing to call security if she won’t stop with her accusations. Clearly shitting it at the thought of dealing with the security team, she leaves it and I give her the correct change and she walks off. I would love to say that this is the end of the story but lucky for you guys it’s not.. For I see her walk down and onto the Bistro, a smaller restaurant of IKEA. I see her look at the menu and proceed to queue up. Failing to trick me into give her extra money, I knew that she’d try it again, so I run over to the bistro and tell my supervisor what just happened and that he should be careful just in case she tried it on them. Now at this point our backs are turned to the lady and the rest of the queue, but we turn around slowly for my supervisor wants to see whom I’m actually talking about, and guess what.. She must’ve sussed that I was telling them what just happened and got scared and legged it; and not just out of the queue but out of IKEA haha.
I know my previous post “ya gotta love the stereotypes” is a rant about my anger towards stereotypes and therefore the discrimination along with it, so me having this post seems like I’m a hypocrite, but my opinions were justified when she tried hustling me. However I do know that she is probably a small handful of people who do that so I really shouldn’t judge everyone. So yeah.. Cool life lesson.
I hope that was entertaining to read and everyone doesn’t think of me as a racist hypocrite haha. I’ll try and write up my next post as soon as I possibly can, or ASAIPC.. It’ll be about a little interesting journey I took on a bus with Charl haha.
Good night all..

Oh p.s, a little shout out to my new reader, “jokes_123456789” from the states, thanks for reading. And my regular readers, ya’ll know them, so visit their blogs found in my blogroll.