October 26, 2009

Hello all,

Just in bed at the moment, kinda in the same predicament I was a few days ago with me writing up a post when I should really be getting my rest. But at least I haven’t got a full schedual later, just gym and hopefully some quality time with the mrs. Just to let you guys know, I nearly died on saturday. I was only able to get just 30 minutes of rest (because I couldn’t fall asleep) before I had to get ready and take my parents to the airport. That successfully completed (along with the goodbye’s and tight hugs) I had to run and pick up Ryan and drive down to the other side of London for an audition for the “be like Michael Jackson” on the BBC. Five hours of waiting and rehearsing we finally get to perform in front of a live audience and get the good news that we’re invited back next week for the call backs. Straight after I have to zoom down to the other other side of London for a six hour shift at work. And let me just tell you now, I BARELY made it through it. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and stay standing up, so you can kinda guess how I was when it came to serving customers. Therefore allow me to sum it up, I drove to far west London for the airport, back to east to pick up Ryan, drove back to west again for an audition, then to north for a six hour shift at work, then back home in east. Nearly 24 hours of keeping busy, with only 30 minutes of “sleep”. That’s the life of a dancer!!
With that recap over lemme just let you guys know I’m surviving without my parents. I know its just been over a day, but in this short time I feel as if I have grown up. I did my first ever laundry load, and hung it up too, I made the arrangements to go food shopping and buy some engine oil for my car, and I successfully woke up and made it in to work on time, along with standing up to my “manager” and telling him how I felt about everything (I’ll try and write about that later) Therefore I think I’ll be ok surviving on my own for a month haha.
I also wanna say “get well soon” to the mrs. Just today she got a bad cough and was struggling to sleep, oh man if only I could come over to her house, make a tea (for myself :p) and look after her. One day. But for now, get well soon beb :).

Lemme try get some rest now. I’ll try and post soon


Getting up to speed..

October 24, 2009

Good morning ladies and gentlemen..

I finally have some spare time in my life to pick up my blackberry and write up a post, however, it’s really stupid doing so because knowing me, I’ll spend hours writing something up which was only meant to be a quick two minute post. Its 2.42am and I’m officially waking up in less than an hour, for I have the duty of taking my parents to the airport. They’re off to the Philippines for a month.. Leaving me alone in the house, god how will I survive?!
Its been over a week since I last posted something, why is it you ask? Because I also flew out to the Philippines, hand in hand with my crew to work hard and make the biggest impact we could.. Did it work? HELL YEAH.. Do I have time to talk about it? HELL NAWWW!!.. So maybe in a future post I will elaborate on our trip.
Not only am I taking my parents to the airport, but straight after I have to run to an audition for a Michael Jackson show.. Then after that, I have a bloody six hour closing shift at ikea.. Which I think also needs a mention in a future post due to all the drama everyone’s going through over there. Therefore today will be a very long day.. Pray for me y’all..
Additionally I think charlsy deserves an honourable mention in this post.. She’s been my backbone, my source of strength and my everything. Recently I been struggling to stay strong and positive, and times have been so bad I considered giving up; but she’s always been there giving me strength, giving me the power to carry on, always reassuring me everything will be fine.. And yano what.. She’s always right. Whether we’re face to face or thousands of miles apart, she can always make me feel better about everything.
I think I’ll leave it there for now 🙂

Good night/morning all

A good day..

October 8, 2009

Just sat in the car listening to Maxwell’s “pretty wings”.. Can’t stop thinking of how perfect she is.. Today is a good day 🙂

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Just a quick post..

October 5, 2009

This is just a quick post to prove something.. I guess I win.. So can I have my flower now 🙂

Look I even added a picture with the loser.. 🙂

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.

The neighbours..

April 13, 2009

Morning guys and dolls,
It feels like ages since I last posted, and in comparison to the amounts of posting I’ve done in the past week, it kind of has hehe. After seeing new posts from both Charl and Ry I feel compelled to write something of my own..
Before I get started I would like to mention how DOPE Margate Beach was, not only the beach itself, but the weather and the good vibes that resulted there. Please feel free to read Charl’s and Ry’s blog to be updated with descriptions of what happened and pictures to back them up hehe, both being equally as entertaining as each other so do yourself a favour and read both!!
Ok well I thought I would blog about something that’s been affecting me recently.. No it’s not an infestation of crabs located in the never-regions or anything like that haha.. But it’s something that is equally, if not more annoying and destructive than genital lice could ever be.. NEIGHBOURS!!
I love neighbours, I’ve been living at my home for nearly 10 years now, and I’ve gotten to know my neighbours located to the right of me extremely well.. Ok I don’t know their names etc. but I could basically trust them with anything (to an extent of course hehe) They are the people who collect our packages when no one is at home to open the door for the delivery woman, they’ve been trusted to take in many of my expensive purchases from a MacBook Pro to a skateboard, and everything in between. And when it comes to religious holidays, both Islamic and Christian, they like to give us food, prompting us to do the same of course.. Basically we have a really, really good report with them. However, the neighbours to the left, well that’s a different story. In the many years my family and I have lived here, we have seen a few new neighbours to the left.. Each being as annoying as the last, they’re not as cool as the one’s to the right. I can recalling the past left residents having these really annoying kids that had bogey-fied faces and just cried and shouted all the time, including those ridiculous times in the morning that is so crazy it doesn’t exist on clocks!! Yeah and it’s annoying things like that that’s carried on with every neighbour that’s ever lived to the left of us. I thought these new ‘left’ neighbours were different. They must’ve kept their heads down for many, many months so I thought the curse of the ‘lefty’ neighbours was lifted.. Until recently.
It all started a few weeks ago, maybe two or three, when I left my house to go out. Basically I live in rows of houses with the roads having a first come first serve policy for parking, there are some dickheads who see it fit to stick their bins in spaces to “reserve” them, but the unwritten rule states that if you haven’t got a space then park somewhere else.. Duhhh!! Anywaysss, as I leave my house, I notice that there are bins reserving quite a big space (big enough to easily fit two cars, maybe even squeeze a third in) right in front of my house. I was already parked so I wasn’t affected by not having a space, however I did see it as a piss take that no one else was able to park. However, then I realised that my bin was missing from the front of my house. Therefore, not only did the dickheads take up three parking spaces, but they had the audacity to use my bin!!


So out of anger I take back my bin and return it back to where it belongs, in my front garden. When I later return to my house I see a fresh new skip sitting where the bins used to be, therefore my neighbours use MY bins so they have somewhere to stick THEIR skip.. Grrr.. And from there on it just gets worse and worse. The skip indicates they’re doing some major renovation work, and this is backed up by the ridiculous amounts of banging that occurs in the next set of mornings. And if you recall me saying in the previous post I was rudely awakened when they proceeded to hammer, but it wasn’t just that time just to let you know. The hammering and drilling was too much, I actually thought they were going to come through the wall, honestly, and this wasn’t helped by the sounds of the dust and little rocks falling down inside the walls. And when I was awoken on the first morning I was so angry that I resorted to the actions of a ‘frustrated’ neighbour in TV shows by banging on the wall for them to stop hahaha. Did they? Nopeee, they must’ve thought it was from their own hammering or something haha. Ok, if they want to do any work to the inside of their house then they’re allowed to; and they’re allowed to be working on it early in the morning, therefore I can only grit my teeth and take it like a man because they’re within their rights to do so. However they blatantly took the piss by not hammering and drilling until the night, while Charl, Ry, Em and myself was trying to watch a movie. I finally lost it and confronted them.. I stormed over to their house and banged on the door until they opened, I then gave them a speech in my “extremely pissed off” tone and my “jump over the wall to beat you up” stance (as seen in a previous post also haha). They must’ve saw how angry I was and begged me to let them carry on just for the next five minutes. I was like whatever, and let’s just say they kept to their word out of fear I’d come over again hahaha. It would seem like things are on the ‘up’ with them now, however the next night I see them reserve more spaces with their own bins (this time!!) and their bags of rubbish.. Do they not learn?! My dad asks me to remove their shit from the road so I do, only to see in a few hours that they have put it all back. At this point I’m losing it at the pure inconsideration that they show to everyone, especially at my family and myself, so I consider taking their bins to another road far away and dumping it there so that they can’t use it to reserve anything anymore. That’ll show them. But I was convinced by Charl that that isn’t the right way to go about it.
Gosh my neighbours are seriously taking the piss, and I’m not too sure how long they’ll be with all this bloody banging, so I’m at the point where I’m keeping my fingers crossed hoping they’ll stop, or better yet.. Move away haha. But till then all I can do is hope. Sorry for the long rant, just felt it was necessary to express my feelings towards the ‘lefties’.
Night, actually good morning more like..

Dreams of a mad man..

April 10, 2009

Good morning
I just woke up, not from my own accord but because the neighbours are drilling into what seems like the paper thin walls. This isn’t going to be my main post, but I thought I’d have a quick one haha.
My good sleep also had a good dream which I can remember vividly, however as time passes since you wake up you’ll find it increasingly difficult to recall it, therefore allow me to give you a little recap of my dream.
My dream came in two memorable segments. Firstly Charl, for some reason had made it to the finals of “Dancing on Ice”, a show in the UK in which celebrities take to the ice, and, well, dance haha. Yeah well Charl made it all the way to the finals and I was watching it on the TV from the comforts of, well I’m not too sure where I was actually, and why wasn’t I there in the studio to watch her live? Hmmm interesting. Anyways she was attached to a wire because she was basically flying while doing her routine to impress the judges. However during her routine she kept stumbling and her landing of a back flip was nearly so close to her landing on her face, I can remember being soooo worried in my dream haha like proper. Yeah well I start flicking through TV channels because I wasn’t bothered to watch anyone else and I later hear that Charl finished 9th hahaha awww well done beb even though it was made up all in my unconscious mind. Well me flicking through I stumble on another final.. Britain’s got Talent. To which I see my close friends whom I used to dance with coming in 3rd place. Congratulations Phat Pak lolll. Then a complete switch from all the finals; I ended up being in a computer game.. Unreal Tournament. Basically I had to kill all these ‘baddies’ in some big building with an array of weaponry.. However I got really lazy to collect any guns so I used a cheat and got all the weapons with full ammo (by typing in ‘Loaded’ into the dialogue box hahaha).. From there it’s a bit of a blank, I think I won but it’s because I started to notice the increasingly loud buzzing noise from the drill so I woke up. Sigh.
Sorry about the random dream, I’ve been having really random one’s for a few days now. Here’s an extremely quick breakdown of one I had earlier hehe..
Ok something like I was in prison, which was like a school and it had those shutters which cordon off areas in case of a fire, even though I set it off, I was parolled out and just craziness was just happening on the outside like rioting etc. but they were proper hooligans, maybe even zombies.. And Samuel L. Jackson played the character of Jesus or like a godly figure like in Bruce Almighty.. Because my dream was like a film too. And he took me and some other people in and looked after us.. It even included the exact fight scene Bruce almighty had with the gangsters in the alleyway, but this time it was me and Samuel L. Jackson, and instead of it being a monkey that goes up the gangsters ass, it was a ridiculously large rat..
Yeah that’s about all I can remember. But that and my other dream are seriously weird, so there’s no need to tell me again hahaha.. Hope you enjoyed this uber-embarressing post 🙂

Hi all,
Just on the way to Central again, because while Ryan was out he found these beautiful trainers and I, upon gazing at them fell instantly in love and was awed by their beauty. So therefore me and Ry or “Rylon” (hahaha) are on our way there to rescue them from the evil confines of their boxes and put them on our feet. Hip Hip Hoorayyyy!!
Ok but that’s not why I’m blogging. On the walk to the bus stop, I see three kids, no older than 12, with the youngest being about 6, having a little game of football in their front garden thingy bit. Like the majority of the area of which I am resided in, they are of asian decent (not to be confused with oriental ok?) .. Well there’s nothing wrong with that and I’m perfectly fine with that. But when I passed them the 6 year old, confused by the excitement looks up as I walk past, waves his hand and says in these exact words..
“Hello Chinese”
Ok I understand he doesn’t comprehend how rude and fucking idiotic that was and yes, he’s young but how do you learn that? Yeah that’s right.. From the parents and friends and family around him. Man when I heard that, initially I was shocked and I thought to myself, he’s a kid he doesn’t know what he’s saying..
I realised that me walking past and brushing it off showed to him that it was alright to say stupid shit like that therefore reinforcing the things he’s learning from his parents, friends and family.
So I stopped.. And glared at him and the two other kids, maybe brothers, there. And it ran through my mind.. Ok what do I do now? Jump over their (waist-high) wall and fuck them up? Say some equally wrong and racist stuff? Swear at them until they get the picture? .. But I couldn’t, they were little kids and by doing those things I’d be just as immature as them. So I stood there and just glared at them until he said something (although I did have a ‘just about to jump over the wall to beat you up’ stance hahahaha) The older looking kid must’ve saw how pissed off I was and forced the younger one to apologise to me and made him see that what he said was wrong and not needed. Hopefully he now learns from that.
My hair maybe tied up but I ain’t no bitch I will hit a kid (hahaha) but I know when it’s not right to. Just pissed that he said it and saddened that it still happens in such a diverse day and age.
But now that that’s over.. It’s all happy days.. Why? Because I just got my trainers 😀
oooohh happy days oooohh happy dayssss