STILL BROKE, just thought i'd mention that. but for my own sanity, and basically to have an excuse to not look at the 4 walls of my room, i decided to see the movie 'secret life of bees'..it was playing as part of the london film festival at leicester sq and i said, what the heck...y not? i will just cry about spending the equivalent of $17 USD to see a damn movie later. (according to x-rates.com today's exchange rate is 1.68 USD = 1GBP).
Anyway, my friend monica and i arrive to the theatre only to be greeted with the usual red carpet, flashing lights, paparazzi, and other pushy guests who paid $17USD for their tix as well. Of coures the cameras and paparazzi were for Sophie Okonedo, a leading actress in the film, and the film's director Gina Prince-Bythewood, amongst others, but it still felt cool to be thisclose to 15 minutes of fame.
Once inside the theatre, the film director, and her entourage expressed that they hoped the audience enjoyed the film and welcomed questions we in the audience may have for after the film.
I thought secret life of bees was a great movie, and I encourage everyone to see it..I don't really want to give away any details, but it was set during the period of segregation in America. After the film ended, Monica and I got into a conversation with 2 sisters seated beside us from Wisconsin, roughly in their 60's. One of the sisters remarks that she had been crying throughout the film (i could tell..i saw her puffy eyes and tissue), and how she remembered being a little girl, not really understanding why their were separate toilets and separate water fountains, etc. and this film brought back so many memories..
ah, i was touched. i really was..
Q&A followed afterwards with the producers, Sophie Okonedo, and other actors in the film...i felt like such a celeb being at the premiere, it was cool tho...
and now, back to staring @ the four walls in my room.
But, this makes me happy
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
you know you're broke when...
i am lame, i know..
wait, no i'm not lame, i'm fabulous.=)..and BROKE! =(
anyway, i apparently was not broke enough to buy a marie claire magazine for 3 quid...BUT suddenly there was a glimmer of hope.... could i be a 'lucky winner' of the 2 sratch off cards that were stuck within the magasine pages...*gasp* was i so lucky as to actually scratch off 2 or 3 symbols of a kind on these scrath off tix SURE was =) technically, one 1 card i won 10 pounds cash and on the other i won a greek isles cruise for 2...
now, all I have to do is spend more money to mail these claim forms in..which kind of defeats the purpose of me winning only 10 pounds..assuming i actually receive a cheque in the mail?
....and then there's that cruise..ha! i'll be checking the mail daily tho, cuz like i said, i'm BROKE (and fabulous)...
damn right i mailed the forms in...i can still hope*
wait, no i'm not lame, i'm fabulous.=)..and BROKE! =(
anyway, i apparently was not broke enough to buy a marie claire magazine for 3 quid...BUT suddenly there was a glimmer of hope.... could i be a 'lucky winner' of the 2 sratch off cards that were stuck within the magasine pages...*gasp* was i so lucky as to actually scratch off 2 or 3 symbols of a kind on these scrath off tix SURE was =) technically, one 1 card i won 10 pounds cash and on the other i won a greek isles cruise for 2...
now, all I have to do is spend more money to mail these claim forms in..which kind of defeats the purpose of me winning only 10 pounds..assuming i actually receive a cheque in the mail?
....and then there's that cruise..ha! i'll be checking the mail daily tho, cuz like i said, i'm BROKE (and fabulous)...
damn right i mailed the forms in...i can still hope*
Saturday, October 4, 2008
SNL Parody of Sarah Palin interview w/katie couric
http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/couric-palin-open/704042/
tina fey is just too hilarious.nuff said!
tina fey is just too hilarious.nuff said!
Monday, September 22, 2008
just a weird day..
weird day today....
1. re-vamped CV yet again,
(i mean is it really that horrible? applied for a few more jobs)
2. went to an obama rally in london -yes, I volunteered to canvass and get expat americans to vote..
3. met up with carl- saw tropic thunder weird movie...the theatre was packed! i almost forgot it was monday....but then again, thisislondon and London NEVER sleeps..
4. carl walks me to the train station..and as we're in front of the station, this guy smelling high of weed whizzes by carl and i, and goes into the train station..
(carl takes the bus) but, as i enter the train station of course i end up unintentionally catching up to the weedie guy as i'm walking to my train-- and we have the following convo..
weedie- hey
me- hi
weedie- what's ur name?
me-dyanne
-weedie- oh, as in diana?
me- (thinking: did i say dyANNE? or did i say diana?) - no, as in dyanne
weedie-where are you from?
me-miami
weedie-oh, i'm from senegal.
me- o,ok, africa.
weedie- i guess it's a place you've never heard of, so it must be africa, right?
me- (puzzled look: did you just insult me b/c of my american accent -happens alot here- or are you being serious..where is this convo going?) umm, no, i know senegal is in africa...?!?
---yes! my train arrives hust in time..I'm praying this man doesn't board with me..yes! he takes the southbound train, and i the northbound.SAFE!
but now, i board the train, iPod in ears, and i hear this odd thumping noise over the sound of my music... i turn around to see this guy "tap-dancing" in men's dress shoes putting on a show for us, begging for us passengers to place change in this green plastic bag. umm, no dude, try harder..please..you could've at least been tapping in tap-shoes?!? no money for you dude.
London is just chock full of the crazies, but i must say, it is entertaining, so lons as you never pay the beggars on the train or engage in convo w/ 'weedies' on the street....
that's the ending to an otherwise eventful day in london town.
lawd, i need a job..
1. re-vamped CV yet again,
(i mean is it really that horrible? applied for a few more jobs)
2. went to an obama rally in london -yes, I volunteered to canvass and get expat americans to vote..
3. met up with carl- saw tropic thunder weird movie...the theatre was packed! i almost forgot it was monday....but then again, thisislondon and London NEVER sleeps..
4. carl walks me to the train station..and as we're in front of the station, this guy smelling high of weed whizzes by carl and i, and goes into the train station..
(carl takes the bus) but, as i enter the train station of course i end up unintentionally catching up to the weedie guy as i'm walking to my train-- and we have the following convo..
weedie- hey
me- hi
weedie- what's ur name?
me-dyanne
-weedie- oh, as in diana?
me- (thinking: did i say dyANNE? or did i say diana?) - no, as in dyanne
weedie-where are you from?
me-miami
weedie-oh, i'm from senegal.
me- o,ok, africa.
weedie- i guess it's a place you've never heard of, so it must be africa, right?
me- (puzzled look: did you just insult me b/c of my american accent -happens alot here- or are you being serious..where is this convo going?) umm, no, i know senegal is in africa...?!?
---yes! my train arrives hust in time..I'm praying this man doesn't board with me..yes! he takes the southbound train, and i the northbound.SAFE!
but now, i board the train, iPod in ears, and i hear this odd thumping noise over the sound of my music... i turn around to see this guy "tap-dancing" in men's dress shoes putting on a show for us, begging for us passengers to place change in this green plastic bag. umm, no dude, try harder..please..you could've at least been tapping in tap-shoes?!? no money for you dude.
London is just chock full of the crazies, but i must say, it is entertaining, so lons as you never pay the beggars on the train or engage in convo w/ 'weedies' on the street....
that's the ending to an otherwise eventful day in london town.
lawd, i need a job..
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
26 surr street
Damn. Mondays are boring, realllllly boring...esp. since i don't have a damn job. i'm starting to feel like tommy from the show 'martin'..it doesn't help that i know i haven't put in 100% effort in finding a job though, despite the fact that, if you know me, i can't stay idle for too long. i've made some progress though - i re-vamped the resume, er, CV as it is called outside of the u.s. of a.(a bit lot more thorough than a resume)..and i vow to get my CV reviewed @ uni. 2mrw...yeah? i even met another potential job contact last nite at a bday party for a friend of a friend...i also was re-introduced to this guy, let's call him 'hespo' who i met through my friend monica. hespo lived within walking distance of the bday party that he, monica, and i were at, but insisted on driving me home..hmm..i wonder yy? guess it sucks to be hespo cuz i am soo not interested romantically, but hey, thx for the ride! (thumbs up). i almost feel bad for ignoring his txt msg this morning...
besides all this job talk, i have been in my new flat for a week now- a cosy little place near caledonian rd..REPRESENT! too bad i learned my area was known back in the day, for prostitution..um, yah...i just hope that was waaaay back in the day?!? regardless, i haven't run into any ladies-of-the-night, but i'm telling you that slightly malnourished woman at the bus stop couldnot have been a crackphene....and maybe i shouldn't mention the fact that, if you take a certain unnamed bus route just two stops from the nearest tube station, which is 5min walking distance to my flat, you will be at the 'h.m. pentonville prison'. oh yes, ladies and gents, a prison.
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hmmm...let's reminisce on that day i took that unnamed bus route: i was on my way to king's X and the cute little automated feminine voice that notifies you of the next stop says, 'h.m pentonville prison'..i'm thinking, wtf? WTF? hmmmm..i wonder why the estate agent never mentioned a prison when trying to rent the flat to me?!? and noone on the bus even flinched when the automated lady said 'prison'.. they were completely unaffected by that 'p' word. but not i.
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alright, enough reminiscing! i did manage to see pineapple express today! HILARIOUS! and i bought mr.president hopeful barack obama's memoir 'dreams from my father' . i'll let you know how this read goes..should be interesting =)
p.s- i actually finished sarah palin's RNC speech and her cheap jabs at barack were good, but i still think she's an idiot...and the alaskan governor is a bit violent, no? with children named trig, (hmm..kinda close to 'trigger'), and bristol (hmm..rhymes with 'pistol)..hunting makes an impact in all areas of her life.
good-nite!
besides all this job talk, i have been in my new flat for a week now- a cosy little place near caledonian rd..REPRESENT! too bad i learned my area was known back in the day, for prostitution..um, yah...i just hope that was waaaay back in the day?!? regardless, i haven't run into any ladies-of-the-night, but i'm telling you that slightly malnourished woman at the bus stop could
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hmmm...let's reminisce on that day i took that unnamed bus route: i was on my way to king's X and the cute little automated feminine voice that notifies you of the next stop says, 'h.m pentonville prison'..i'm thinking, wtf? WTF? hmmmm..i wonder why the estate agent never mentioned a prison when trying to rent the flat to me?!? and noone on the bus even flinched when the automated lady said 'prison'.. they were completely unaffected by that 'p' word. but not i.
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alright, enough reminiscing! i did manage to see pineapple express today! HILARIOUS! and i bought mr.president hopeful barack obama's memoir 'dreams from my father' . i'll let you know how this read goes..should be interesting =)
p.s- i actually finished sarah palin's RNC speech and her cheap jabs at barack were good, but i still think she's an idiot...and the alaskan governor is a bit violent, no? with children named trig, (hmm..kinda close to 'trigger'), and bristol (hmm..rhymes with 'pistol)..hunting makes an impact in all areas of her life.
good-nite!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
happy anniversary to me!
*pause*
so, im sitting here trying to stomach this sarah palin acceptance speech w/ a bag of butterkist toffee popcorn(it’s the best i tell you!), n i want to hurl!(not b/c of the popcorn, but b/c of palin’s voice) I mean, i have patiently waited for all parts 5 of 5 of the hopeful v.p’s speech to buffer on youtube – to only want to gag after 5 min.. first of all, the first 2min 31 sec is off mrs.palin thanking her audience for supporting her thus far....therefore, mrs.palin has only been speaking for a little over 2min- and i can’t go on.. Anyway, mid-gag, i’m realising, my toffee popcorn has half-way been devoured, as if this lady is really entertaining?!? i can usually unregrettably devour my popcorn quickly during really entertaining movies such as, ‘the dark knight’; mrs.palin is no competition whatsoever....
*play*
--ugh. It’s her voice again..i should at least watch parts 1 and 2 of 5, right? Right?I did wait for this speech to load which means i did have a slight interest in hearing her ‘policies’..(toffee popcorn now almost empty)...
BTW – happy 11/09, or 09/11, depending on where you are in the world...
Happy 1 yr anniversary to me in London!
Yep...previous posts have centred around my life as a student in London..future posts will hopefully, very soon concern my life as a working professional in London....
Stay tuned for random babblings while I am on the job hunt! =)
so, im sitting here trying to stomach this sarah palin acceptance speech w/ a bag of butterkist toffee popcorn(it’s the best i tell you!), n i want to hurl!(not b/c of the popcorn, but b/c of palin’s voice) I mean, i have patiently waited for all parts 5 of 5 of the hopeful v.p’s speech to buffer on youtube – to only want to gag after 5 min.. first of all, the first 2min 31 sec is off mrs.palin thanking her audience for supporting her thus far....therefore, mrs.palin has only been speaking for a little over 2min- and i can’t go on.. Anyway, mid-gag, i’m realising, my toffee popcorn has half-way been devoured, as if this lady is really entertaining?!? i can usually unregrettably devour my popcorn quickly during really entertaining movies such as, ‘the dark knight’; mrs.palin is no competition whatsoever....
*play*
--ugh. It’s her voice again..i should at least watch parts 1 and 2 of 5, right? Right?I did wait for this speech to load which means i did have a slight interest in hearing her ‘policies’..(toffee popcorn now almost empty)...
BTW – happy 11/09, or 09/11, depending on where you are in the world...
Happy 1 yr anniversary to me in London!
Yep...previous posts have centred around my life as a student in London..future posts will hopefully, very soon concern my life as a working professional in London....
Stay tuned for random babblings while I am on the job hunt! =)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
off to the 'motherland' !
well, i guess i kinda 'scratched the surface'....went on a little family holiday for a week to egypt with my younger sis and dad. good times overall!
we visited cairo(2 days), luxor(1 day), and sharm el sheikh(3 days).
cairo and luxor: cairo reminded me of 'an old photograph' in the sense that there was a yellow haze over the city from the sand in the air, similar to the yellow hue of 'an old photograph'..many of the cars were about 20 yrs old?? and there was ridiculous traffic..needless to say the little white dashes that might have been used to designate hmm..lanes? were unimportant here...the cars on the road were literally like herded cattle...anyway, after checking into our '5*' hotelnot on the Nile, we did the touristy thing- giza pyramids, papyrus museum, egypt museum, Nile cruise, perfume factory, and the best part --> getting ripped off b/c we're tourists, yuh know? and since we were only in cairo and luxor for a few days we had a private tour guide complete with chauffeur service...(which is another reason we got ripped off b/c we were paying for convenience..which is yet, another story)...it was HOT HOT HOT in cairo,
BUT it was H'EXTRA HOT in luxor, i mean just dry ass heat...and of course, i'm weak, and couldn't manage the heat. my cheapie shades did their best to shield the sun, but i couldn't really lift my head too high b/c i couldn't see, my eyes were burnin probably because of a combination of sun/sand particles aimed directly at my face..i desperately had to remove my contacts b/c like i said, my eyes were burning..so, the chauffeur and tour guide stop off at a hotel so i can remove my contacts (at this point i'm kinda relieved/upset i can't see)...then we go to lunch and our tour guide thought he had this grand idea that would cure me.. ICE.
he suggested i take ice cubes and place them over my eyes and *poof* no more pain?!? weell, that egyptian home remedy worked temporarily, and so mr.tour guide says, "just wait, i have the perfect thing..i understand your problem." and i'm thinking, "uh, no you don't , do you understand i'm blind right now and am frustrated? uuhh no." so, the tour guide calls his brother to meet up with us and bring the 'perfect thing' to cure me. uMM, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SHOWS UP WITH? some got damn VISINE ppl?! i'm like Visine? that's what i've been waiting for all this time? Visine? i'm like, "no you did not bring me visine as if it is some secret that Visine 'gets the red out!' duuh, i've seen the commercial..i'm american, right? aaanyway, i can't really knock the man, cuz he was trying to help?1? but the point is, i thought he would've brought me something simple/ home remedy-ish..once again, needless to say, i was 'blind' in luxor and then blind for 2 of the 3 days that we were in sharm el sheikh..basically my eyes just needed a rest - they were strained...anyway, our beach resort in sharm was great =) (i'm near-sighted so i could actually see where we were staying.lol) if it's one thing the egyptians do best, it's service.. and our resort was gr8 - no complaints! in sharm el sheikh, we smoked shisha, ATV riding in the desert, met some bedouin children, went on a little yellow submarine- hehe, and swam and drank daiquiris on the beach. =) anyway, the photos are a few snapshots of my trip...we of course brought home some over-priced souvenirs, as well as ones we bargained well for.
sidenote: didn't really notice too much women out during the day, and if they were out, they were damn sure completely covered up- with only their eyes revealed. it was a good experience to see a little glimpse of life in a predominantly muslim atmosphere.
i liked egypt- i would definitely go back--(with friends of course)..DESPITE the: heat, diarrhoea from day 1, the beggars, tipping every damn person in sight, the great hospitality (mainly b/c of the tourist-dependent economy), muslim men offering camels in exchange for marriage, ummm..and the tricky businessmen (can't really knock their hustle), and just because the egyptians are a nice people...and the men are GORGEOUS! but i am not converting to islam...
shukran! egypt for adding a few words to my previously non-existent arabic vocabulary: shukran(thank you), habibi(my love), and 'base busa' (pastry w/ honey) yum!
-peace.
we visited cairo(2 days), luxor(1 day), and sharm el sheikh(3 days).
cairo and luxor: cairo reminded me of 'an old photograph' in the sense that there was a yellow haze over the city from the sand in the air, similar to the yellow hue of 'an old photograph'..many of the cars were about 20 yrs old?? and there was ridiculous traffic..needless to say the little white dashes that might have been used to designate hmm..lanes? were unimportant here...the cars on the road were literally like herded cattle...anyway, after checking into our '5*' hotel
BUT it was H'EXTRA HOT in luxor, i mean just dry ass heat...and of course, i'm weak, and couldn't manage the heat. my cheapie shades did their best to shield the sun, but i couldn't really lift my head too high b/c i couldn't see, my eyes were burnin probably because of a combination of sun/sand particles aimed directly at my face..i desperately had to remove my contacts b/c like i said, my eyes were burning..so, the chauffeur and tour guide stop off at a hotel so i can remove my contacts (at this point i'm kinda relieved/upset i can't see)...then we go to lunch and our tour guide thought he had this grand idea that would cure me.. ICE.
he suggested i take ice cubes and place them over my eyes and *poof* no more pain?!? weell, that egyptian home remedy worked temporarily, and so mr.tour guide says, "just wait, i have the perfect thing..i understand your problem." and i'm thinking, "uh, no you don't , do you understand i'm blind right now and am frustrated? uuhh no." so, the tour guide calls his brother to meet up with us and bring the 'perfect thing' to cure me. uMM, DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE SHOWS UP WITH? some got damn VISINE ppl?! i'm like Visine? that's what i've been waiting for all this time? Visine? i'm like, "no you did not bring me visine as if it is some secret that Visine 'gets the red out!' duuh, i've seen the commercial..i'm american, right? aaanyway, i can't really knock the man, cuz he was trying to help?1? but the point is, i thought he would've brought me something simple/ home remedy-ish..once again, needless to say, i was 'blind' in luxor and then blind for 2 of the 3 days that we were in sharm el sheikh..basically my eyes just needed a rest - they were strained...anyway, our beach resort in sharm was great =) (i'm near-sighted so i could actually see where we were staying.lol) if it's one thing the egyptians do best, it's service.. and our resort was gr8 - no complaints! in sharm el sheikh, we smoked shisha, ATV riding in the desert, met some bedouin children, went on a little yellow submarine- hehe, and swam and drank daiquiris on the beach. =) anyway, the photos are a few snapshots of my trip...we of course brought home some over-priced souvenirs, as well as ones we bargained well for.
sidenote: didn't really notice too much women out during the day, and if they were out, they were damn sure completely covered up- with only their eyes revealed. it was a good experience to see a little glimpse of life in a predominantly muslim atmosphere.
i liked egypt- i would definitely go back--(with friends of course)..DESPITE the: heat, diarrhoea from day 1, the beggars, tipping every damn person in sight, the great hospitality (mainly b/c of the tourist-dependent economy), muslim men offering camels in exchange for marriage, ummm..and the tricky businessmen (can't really knock their hustle), and just because the egyptians are a nice people...and the men are GORGEOUS! but i am not converting to islam...
shukran! egypt for adding a few words to my previously non-existent arabic vocabulary: shukran(thank you), habibi(my love), and 'base busa' (pastry w/ honey) yum!
-peace.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
saturday.
i went to LSE library today which is freakin marvelous...went over some notes- 2 more exams to go...and now, i'm here eating phad thai (which seems to be a weekly thing),and um, yah, updating you on a rude email i just received from a website i posted my 'targetjobs link' on. Targetjobs is a fairly new Part Time stint courtesy of my sister. anywho, i posted my link on a student site, note, a student site. The website in question said in the email that i should refrain from posting spam on their site.ok, so i brushed it off like, yah, alrite, warning email, i get it..psssh, yah right?
so, my phone battery died earlier today so i missed all calls- including 2 from nigeria aka dj-or-is-it-tj that i met last nite, AND a call from laura, my boss at targetjobs saying that the damn london student website called her saying that i had posted spam on their site!!? these mofos called my freakin job? ARE YOU SERIOUS? it's a student site- number one- and number two- how lame can you be to go to these lengths? grrr..british ppl, cuz u know ppl in usa dont have time for this. oh well. my boss suggested i call her back, but then kindly pointed out that i was "proactive, and took initiative" by posting on student sites. thanks, laura, thanks...
some ppl need to get a life..and if the london website got a hold of laura, i bet they could be reading this blog right now. how clever?!
-my phad thai is getting cold.
peace.
so, my phone battery died earlier today so i missed all calls- including 2 from nigeria aka dj-or-is-it-tj that i met last nite, AND a call from laura, my boss at targetjobs saying that the damn london student website called her saying that i had posted spam on their site!!? these mofos called my freakin job? ARE YOU SERIOUS? it's a student site- number one- and number two- how lame can you be to go to these lengths? grrr..british ppl, cuz u know ppl in usa dont have time for this. oh well. my boss suggested i call her back, but then kindly pointed out that i was "proactive, and took initiative" by posting on student sites. thanks, laura, thanks...
some ppl need to get a life..and if the london website got a hold of laura, i bet they could be reading this blog right now. how clever?!
-my phad thai is getting cold.
peace.
jekyll and hyde.
if you've been following from the last post...you could guess there would be a story whenever i go out with elle. well, yesterday (friday) was no different. *sigh*
elle and i go to oxygen bar in leicester square for a 'black ppl' meetup group..(i know, i'm really into these meetup groups lately) anyway, black men and women were supposed to be at the meetup, but predominantly women showed up. no problem, right? well, unless the women were sociable...which they weren't? so elle and i just kept to ourselves until we made it to the club dwnstrs. (the meetup was @ the bar on the main floor)....
issue #1: 'the jekyll and hyde loo attendant' - i had been drinking champagne cocktails, and admittedly went to the loo THREE TIMES for the night. now, on the first time i went to the loo the 'which-part-of-africa-are-u-from-bathroom attendant?' greeted me with a smile and was just too nice, like she was working extra hard for her tip? but whatever, i didnt tip her anyway, cuz i don't feel i should tip you for personally dispensing my soap...now, on the second trip to the loo, i walk in the stall, pee, get soap from the attendant, don't tip her again and leave..NO PROBLEM..now, on my THIRD trip to the toilet, there was no tissue on the dispenser in the stall (but there was a roll laid on its side on the dirty-ass-club-bathroom-ledge behind the toilet). i saw it. i just didn't want to use it.
PROBLEM: i ask the african lady for some paper napkins (which she is now holding instead of soap)b/c im not using the dirty toilet tissue in the club stall and she just switched on me!? i don't know where that pearly yellow smile went, but she got up, went into the stall, and says very impolitely, "look, dont u see paper there? use that. that is for the toilet this is for ur hand..this is for ur hand!!"(waving the paper napkins at me). i looked at her thinking "what is this woman's problem? just give me the damn paper napkin, sh*t..i dont want to use the toilet tissue..i don't see what's so difficult?! but what i said was, 'is there a problem? b/c i just want a paper napkin? she responds, er shouts, "you've been in here 6 times already", and starts kissing her teeth, climbs back on her little stall-attendant-chair- and keeps looking over her shoulder as if she was gonna call security. like wtf was she really going to do? IT'S TOILET TISSUE?!? that i don't want to use. ugh? mind you, i have a very impatient bladder and this charade went on for 5 minutes, which is long when you have to urinate. i just gave up, went to the stall and had to do the shake-n-go cuz(yes, i did) i was not using that nasty ass paper... i just washed my own hands and left. i mean, you would've thought this lady was supplying the paper herself.
issue #2- before my champagne cocktails, elle and i had sambuca shots. elle told me she hadn't taken shots in awhile, but being the ahem, alcohol pro that i am, said 'no, elle, it's ook, it's sambuca it's "sweet"'. ok, so after elle threw up, this nigerian guy who had been chattin me up the whole night kindly decided to take us home(named dj or tj?)---
-- (wait, dj/tj is calling me as i write this? let me make up some lie that im busy, well, i am actually busy, writing this blog, yup, that'll work..)--
ok, back to the post. so, dj/tj drops me home first, and so elle tells me that she told dj/tj about this comedy show that i am going to tomorrow. mind you, I AM GOING TO, like solo, cuz i want to. elle tells him, that he can join me and that i don't think she really (as in i) dont really want to go alone.. ummm..'scuse me? elle..i dont want his company..first of all, im not attracted to him, and 2nd of all he's nigerian and they have some well-documented problems over here in the UK, and 3rd - well, just because.
soooo, i really might end up on another not-a-date courtesy of elle. no thank you.
and back to the paper issue -- there is a serious problem with paper, in general, in this city. first i can only get ONE NAPKIN when i dine out, and i dare not ask for another one..there must be a shortage??! and now i can't decide on how i would like to wipe my ass? tissue or napkin...hmmmm..
elle and i go to oxygen bar in leicester square for a 'black ppl' meetup group..(i know, i'm really into these meetup groups lately) anyway, black men and women were supposed to be at the meetup, but predominantly women showed up. no problem, right? well, unless the women were sociable...which they weren't? so elle and i just kept to ourselves until we made it to the club dwnstrs. (the meetup was @ the bar on the main floor)....
issue #1: 'the jekyll and hyde loo attendant' - i had been drinking champagne cocktails, and admittedly went to the loo THREE TIMES for the night. now, on the first time i went to the loo the 'which-part-of-africa-are-u-from-bathroom attendant?' greeted me with a smile and was just too nice, like she was working extra hard for her tip? but whatever, i didnt tip her anyway, cuz i don't feel i should tip you for personally dispensing my soap...now, on the second trip to the loo, i walk in the stall, pee, get soap from the attendant, don't tip her again and leave..NO PROBLEM..now, on my THIRD trip to the toilet, there was no tissue on the dispenser in the stall (but there was a roll laid on its side on the dirty-ass-club-bathroom-ledge behind the toilet). i saw it. i just didn't want to use it.
PROBLEM: i ask the african lady for some paper napkins (which she is now holding instead of soap)b/c im not using the dirty toilet tissue in the club stall and she just switched on me!? i don't know where that pearly yellow smile went, but she got up, went into the stall, and says very impolitely, "look, dont u see paper there? use that. that is for the toilet this is for ur hand..this is for ur hand!!"(waving the paper napkins at me). i looked at her thinking "what is this woman's problem? just give me the damn paper napkin, sh*t..i dont want to use the toilet tissue..i don't see what's so difficult?! but what i said was, 'is there a problem? b/c i just want a paper napkin? she responds, er shouts, "you've been in here 6 times already", and starts kissing her teeth, climbs back on her little stall-attendant-chair- and keeps looking over her shoulder as if she was gonna call security. like wtf was she really going to do? IT'S TOILET TISSUE?!? that i don't want to use. ugh? mind you, i have a very impatient bladder and this charade went on for 5 minutes, which is long when you have to urinate. i just gave up, went to the stall and had to do the shake-n-go cuz(yes, i did) i was not using that nasty ass paper... i just washed my own hands and left. i mean, you would've thought this lady was supplying the paper herself.
issue #2- before my champagne cocktails, elle and i had sambuca shots. elle told me she hadn't taken shots in awhile, but being the ahem, alcohol pro that i am, said 'no, elle, it's ook, it's sambuca it's "sweet"'. ok, so after elle threw up, this nigerian guy who had been chattin me up the whole night kindly decided to take us home(named dj or tj?)---
-- (wait, dj/tj is calling me as i write this? let me make up some lie that im busy, well, i am actually busy, writing this blog, yup, that'll work..)--
ok, back to the post. so, dj/tj drops me home first, and so elle tells me that she told dj/tj about this comedy show that i am going to tomorrow. mind you, I AM GOING TO, like solo, cuz i want to. elle tells him, that he can join me and that i don't think she really (as in i) dont really want to go alone.. ummm..'scuse me? elle..i dont want his company..first of all, im not attracted to him, and 2nd of all he's nigerian and they have some well-documented problems over here in the UK, and 3rd - well, just because.
soooo, i really might end up on another not-a-date courtesy of elle. no thank you.
and back to the paper issue -- there is a serious problem with paper, in general, in this city. first i can only get ONE NAPKIN when i dine out, and i dare not ask for another one..there must be a shortage??! and now i can't decide on how i would like to wipe my ass? tissue or napkin...hmmmm..
Saturday, May 17, 2008
in full effect!
hey hey ppl! it's sat-deh mawnin'..the first week of exams is over and...im so relieved. Anywho, i do have 3 more to take this month, so i'm not too excited..It's been a week of lovely events- exams, saw a bus driver get beat down, and went out on what was 'not a date' but sure-as-hell-felt-like-one. So, you've heard about the exams and that's my reason for being in 'hiding', but let me tell you about the bus driver whose life i was really scared for..so, i believe it was tuesday- the day before my therapeutics exam, and i stupidly decided to take the bus from uni.to the doc's office. CLEARLY not a good idea. As my bus pulls up to euston rd (a really busy station) i look from my seat at the top of the dble decker bus across to a bus driver who was being assaulted. this crazy man (C) punched the bus driver (B) in his face, and stomped on his glasses that had by now fallen to the floor, while screaming "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO?!?!" - i was like oh shit?!? - and the bus driver didn't respond..he just stumbled back on to bus driver #2 (D) who was also standing outside the bus. 'C' mutters something to B, walks away, B makes his way back up the stairs of the bus, and C swiftly turns back around and punches B in the back of the head AGAIN...and where is D? oh, just chillen - leaned up against the bus - guess he wasn't too swift in his effort to help out his fellow driver B... and you know, while i was trying to be nosey, this guy on my bus is all in my h'ear in the Queen's english "oh my, oh what's goin on? it seems there's a fight?" yes dumb ass! there is a fight, and you are interfering with my listening..uuugh!? don't you hate that..when you're trying to be nosey..lol?! you know, i just wanted to watch the fight just like D..and do not a damn thing about it.
oh, and where were the cops during this 20 min ordeal? in broad daylight?
this stupid event sucked for me b/c my bus driver yells 'LAST STOP.' like their fight had anything to do with us?! and i was still 20 min away from my appt. which i was late for...by 15 minutes! and do you know what the doc's receptionist says, "you're extremely late," in her very best 'cockney'..uummm.. it's 15min. chill out! in america, i would be 'on time' and still wait another hr to see the doc.
and now...on to my 'not a date' siiiigh. i was supposed to go this club 'tamarai' with my friend elle and her frieend verner. elle cancelled and i still wanted to go, so i met verner at the club. first off, this club was in covent garden so it's supposed to be nice, but was either going to be a dull crowd, or a really good one..nothing in between.
soo...umm, no. not cool.tamarai was nice. check! dull crowd. check! i mean everyone was white and brown- no black ppl except like 2, and i know i was only one of 2 black women there. quite obv! anyway, verner wasnt even cute and he kept trying to dance with me, and i ALMOST felt bad cuz he did buy me a drink, but that DOES NOT guarantee you a dance eventhough we met there and we have a mutual friend. Oh well. and then i told africa this lie that i dont dance with guys in the club...
Do you know what verner says? "well, in cameroon, where im from, when you dont dance it means you just dont like the person, well im thinkin you're spot on (insert Queens english), because i am not attracted to you!
I couldn't even really check out the eye candy because he was lookin like my damn date so it wasnt like i could talk to anyone. I saw this brown guy that i was eyein the whooole nite standing near me- (i don't want to assume he's indian but how wrong could i be?) im like INDIA looks cool as hell, yes he was fine, but he was jus silly u know, like people from back home, and so of course, I'm trying to properly situate myself near IDNIA, but mr. camaroon aka verner was blocking. block-ing!
Another fren apparently txt'ed me while i was at tamarai, but of course i got it 2 hrs late. damn delayed msg's! and no one calls in england, right.... just txt, so if u miss a txt its crucial. Damn my friday nite.Damnit!
oh, and where were the cops during this 20 min ordeal? in broad daylight?
this stupid event sucked for me b/c my bus driver yells 'LAST STOP.' like their fight had anything to do with us?! and i was still 20 min away from my appt. which i was late for...by 15 minutes! and do you know what the doc's receptionist says, "you're extremely late," in her very best 'cockney'..uummm.. it's 15min. chill out! in america, i would be 'on time' and still wait another hr to see the doc.
and now...on to my 'not a date' siiiigh. i was supposed to go this club 'tamarai' with my friend elle and her frieend verner. elle cancelled and i still wanted to go, so i met verner at the club. first off, this club was in covent garden so it's supposed to be nice, but was either going to be a dull crowd, or a really good one..nothing in between.
soo...umm, no. not cool.tamarai was nice. check! dull crowd. check! i mean everyone was white and brown- no black ppl except like 2, and i know i was only one of 2 black women there. quite obv! anyway, verner wasnt even cute and he kept trying to dance with me, and i ALMOST felt bad cuz he did buy me a drink, but that DOES NOT guarantee you a dance eventhough we met there and we have a mutual friend. Oh well. and then i told africa this lie that i dont dance with guys in the club...
Do you know what verner says? "well, in cameroon, where im from, when you dont dance it means you just dont like the person, well im thinkin you're spot on (insert Queens english), because i am not attracted to you!
I couldn't even really check out the eye candy because he was lookin like my damn date so it wasnt like i could talk to anyone. I saw this brown guy that i was eyein the whooole nite standing near me- (i don't want to assume he's indian but how wrong could i be?) im like INDIA looks cool as hell, yes he was fine, but he was jus silly u know, like people from back home, and so of course, I'm trying to properly situate myself near IDNIA, but mr. camaroon aka verner was blocking. block-ing!
Another fren apparently txt'ed me while i was at tamarai, but of course i got it 2 hrs late. damn delayed msg's! and no one calls in england, right.... just txt, so if u miss a txt its crucial. Damn my friday nite.Damnit!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
robYN vs robIN! and obama as well...
heeeeeeey! guess who is got damn back?!? MEEE SNITCHES! ok, below is a little convo i had with a friend recently...i thought it was hilarous. enjoy!
gomezmichael: LOL U WILL NOT
gomezmichael: GOD IS SOOOO GOOD!
gomezmichael: ol disgustin ass
Camille: haha
its tru
Sent at 2:49 AM on Friday
Camille: who r u voyin 4 elections?
gomezmichael: and by the way
it's robyn
thank you
Camille: whatever
gomezmichael: lol show me loooove
show my life
Camille: haaaaaaaaaaan
gomezmichael: baby show me what it's all about
you're the only one iiiii ever neeeeeeded
show me love and what it's allll about
lololol u make me sick
and i have no ideas who i'ma vote for
cuz i don't even know who the candidates is
Camille: IT IS ROBIN S.
wikipedia dat sh*t
gomezmichael: oh then that bitch changed her name
Camille: 'robym' is the white girl
gomezmichael: cuz it used to be ryn
robyn the white girl IS the one who sings show me love
Camille: lmao! sshe did not dhange her name
gomezmichael: well then it's still robyn
Camille: http://www.google.com/musica?aid=toswOKWgTdO&sa=X&oi=music&ct=result
no, get it right
cuz u know u dwnlwded dat song
gomezmichael: oh my Got
i'm confused now
Camille: 'robyn' has that other '90s song
gomezmichael: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
i was thinking of the wrong one
LOOOOOOOOOOOL
Camille: i know. i been tolchu.
gomezmichael: here i am thinking of the white girl...when u talkin bout that ignant ass early 90s club bumper
my bad my bad
Camille: chuh! ne who.
gomezmichael: completely my bad
ololol
they wrong for that though
Camille: bastard- stop chat bout ppl
gomezmichael: one of them couldn't come up with a different title
and the one with the ignant spelling is the white girl
lol
Camille: hahaha!
gomezmichael: so baby if you waaaaant meeeeee
talk to meee you gottha show me looooove
Camille: just when u thought the blk girl wanted to be creative wit her name
gomezmichael: LOLOL
right
Camille: wordsnarenso easy to saay ooooiiii
gomezmichael: LOLOLOL
i hate when people put useless fillers in songs
like what the hell is "oh i"
and i HATE when people put buku "yea" or "no"
Camille: lmao- u know she said foolishess..i always wonder what happens in the studio..she was directed to say that sh*t
gomezmichael: lololol and then wanted her to get that shit right
like right notes
"no robin...it's OOOOiiiii not OOoooOOO iiiiIII"
LOLOL
hHAHAHAHAHA
yup
uknow what i hate even more
Camille: y we have no sense
gomezmichael: when people use ill-placed "yea' or "no"
like when a 'yeah' comes after a negative statement
Camille: u got me over here ignorin obama's speech on you tube.
gomezmichael: hahahahahaha
Camille: ha!
gomezmichael: he say da same shit all da time anyway
Camille: he usually captures my attention. i know, but now he is makin promises 'im caan keep.
gomezmichael: tank yuh
ain't it doe
i hate all politicians
i don't trust naaaan one of em
i'm trying to think of an example of a song
Camille: damn, speech done.
yah- i was waitin for the example
gomezmichael: where they be like "i ain't takin you back...yeah yeah yeah yeah"
Camille: lmao- ha, so which one is it?
gomezmichael: and i ain't yo baby daddy...yeah yeah yeah...
RIGHT
just puttin the "yeah" as a filler
and don't make NO damn sense
Camille: yes!
gomezmichael: LOL U WILL NOT
gomezmichael: GOD IS SOOOO GOOD!
gomezmichael: ol disgustin ass
Camille: haha
its tru
Sent at 2:49 AM on Friday
Camille: who r u voyin 4 elections?
gomezmichael: and by the way
it's robyn
thank you
Camille: whatever
gomezmichael: lol show me loooove
show my life
Camille: haaaaaaaaaaan
gomezmichael: baby show me what it's all about
you're the only one iiiii ever neeeeeeded
show me love and what it's allll about
lololol u make me sick
and i have no ideas who i'ma vote for
cuz i don't even know who the candidates is
Camille: IT IS ROBIN S.
wikipedia dat sh*t
gomezmichael: oh then that bitch changed her name
Camille: 'robym' is the white girl
gomezmichael: cuz it used to be ryn
robyn the white girl IS the one who sings show me love
Camille: lmao! sshe did not dhange her name
gomezmichael: well then it's still robyn
Camille: http://www.google.com/musica?aid=toswOKWgTdO&sa=X&oi=music&ct=result
no, get it right
cuz u know u dwnlwded dat song
gomezmichael: oh my Got
i'm confused now
Camille: 'robyn' has that other '90s song
gomezmichael: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
i was thinking of the wrong one
LOOOOOOOOOOOL
Camille: i know. i been tolchu.
gomezmichael: here i am thinking of the white girl...when u talkin bout that ignant ass early 90s club bumper
my bad my bad
Camille: chuh! ne who.
gomezmichael: completely my bad
ololol
they wrong for that though
Camille: bastard- stop chat bout ppl
gomezmichael: one of them couldn't come up with a different title
and the one with the ignant spelling is the white girl
lol
Camille: hahaha!
gomezmichael: so baby if you waaaaant meeeeee
talk to meee you gottha show me looooove
Camille: just when u thought the blk girl wanted to be creative wit her name
gomezmichael: LOLOL
right
Camille: wordsnarenso easy to saay ooooiiii
gomezmichael: LOLOLOL
i hate when people put useless fillers in songs
like what the hell is "oh i"
and i HATE when people put buku "yea" or "no"
Camille: lmao- u know she said foolishess..i always wonder what happens in the studio..she was directed to say that sh*t
gomezmichael: lololol and then wanted her to get that shit right
like right notes
"no robin...it's OOOOiiiii not OOoooOOO iiiiIII"
LOLOL
hHAHAHAHAHA
yup
uknow what i hate even more
Camille: y we have no sense
gomezmichael: when people use ill-placed "yea' or "no"
like when a 'yeah' comes after a negative statement
Camille: u got me over here ignorin obama's speech on you tube.
gomezmichael: hahahahahaha
Camille: ha!
gomezmichael: he say da same shit all da time anyway
Camille: he usually captures my attention. i know, but now he is makin promises 'im caan keep.
gomezmichael: tank yuh
ain't it doe
i hate all politicians
i don't trust naaaan one of em
i'm trying to think of an example of a song
Camille: damn, speech done.
yah- i was waitin for the example
gomezmichael: where they be like "i ain't takin you back...yeah yeah yeah yeah"
Camille: lmao- ha, so which one is it?
gomezmichael: and i ain't yo baby daddy...yeah yeah yeah...
RIGHT
just puttin the "yeah" as a filler
and don't make NO damn sense
Camille: yes!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
roma!
Rome was an experience: from the Colosseum to the Vatican to the Pantheon, Rome has alot of wonderful scenery to offer..(see facebook photos). Dining out is seriously an ‘event’ b/c people spend at least 2hrs literally to eat..but, when it comes to nightlife, er clubbing is sparse. And even if you end up somewhere late at nite, not even the young ppl can tell you what transportation is available!?? The Roman nighttime activity consists of ‘enoteca’ or wine bars. We did manage to randomly come across this club ‘GILDA’ –also an experience. I’ve highlighted some main points below of our Roman adventure. Enjoy! Thursday: Train into Rome, checked into our apt for the wknd, and ate mucho gelato. Friday: Sightseeing and the Ombrelli (umbrella) man - it was raining ridiculously and the ‘ombrelli man’ was everywhere- and they all ‘looked the same’ – Indian/east African somalian, whatever, they were selling ‘ombrelli’. Now, we passed one particular salesman who was like, “ u want ombrelli? It’s very nice, “ with this sly smile on his face looking directly at me holding my umbrella, so i politely declined...but please tell me yyyy the whole rest of the day after being accosted by numerous other ombrelli salesmen, it starts pouring rain, and gusty winds..and what happens ppl? Of course my ombrelli turns itself inside out—and all i kept hearing in my head was ‘u want ombrelli? It’s very nice..’ and at this point, i was desperately looking for a friggin ombrelli man,and lo and behold, behold and lo, here comes an ombrelli man walking down the same winding side streets as was i..(i was on my way to a restaurant which was closed by the time i found it, and he was probably on his way to refill on ombrelli). .. After getting lost in pouring rain and being hungry, and purchasing my 5 euro ombrelli we happen upon this restaurant that was open till 1am. Here’s the gotcha-gotcha: im on my way out of the restaurant and realise that someone has stolen my ombrelli, now you know i was hella pissed at this point. Wtf? I just spent 5 euros! Grr...so, the restaurant owner gives me another patron’s ombrelli that was left behind. Oh, but the story continues.... Saturday: Shopping, Lunch, Asian internet cafe, GILDA nite club. Gotcha-gotcha #2: Saturday – please NOTE it’s raining again and my new ombrelli gets battered by more wind and rain. But, that’s not the issue... I go for lunch and leave my ombrelli at the front of the store like the other millions of ppl did. This time, i thought i was slick – i tried to ‘hide’ my new ombrelli by placing it ‘far away from’ everyone else’s ombrellis...and whaddya know? SOMEONE STOLE THE NEW OMBRELLI THAT I JUST GOT AGAIN? I was like, no this sh*t is getting ridiculous now. So..i took someone else’s ombrelli AGAIN...(glad to say it’s still with me.) As it is impossible to live without internet even for a wknd, we stroll into this Asian internet cafe- and this one was much cheaper than the internet cafe we went to Friday nite—why?? because it’s run by Asians..i know that is stereotypical, but...Anyway, there is a big ass sign that reads ‘no smoking’ but these asian kids were smoking and ‘gaming’ as if they didn’t see any signs..but we decide to withstand the smoke cuz like i said that cafe was cheap as hell – they charged one euro for an hr. BUT the problem was that we were typing American key commands on a keyboard that had European and Chinese characters on the buttons. So when i tried to press ‘alt 1’, for example, a dash comes up, although an ‘!’ should appear.. So everything was all screwed up ?!? It took like 10 minutes to find the damn ‘@’ sign to check my email..wtf?!? GILDA: after the asian cafe we go to Piazza di Spagna cuz there was supposed to be a pub crawl, but we missed that and ended up at this ‘exclusive’ club called GILDA. First of all, it’s the night before Easter, but ppl were in there regardless...drag queens and dancers on stage, all of the Americans from the pub crawl, and some man dressed like Superman, and another like Popeye...so, we didn’t know what was goin on. But, we did meet some cool guys – (see facebook) Scotsman- Carl who kept giving hi-fives all nite and wondering where his friends kept disappearing to, and disappointed when he found out Adrienne was taken, and Tarek-aka Egypt, Carl’s cute friend who kept disappearing to smoke..LOL. At the end of the nite, he scribbles this note for me: “You are exotic, phenomenal, and fine!!” – I assumed that last word was fine cuz like i said, it was scribbled. Either way, I got Egypt and Carl’s contact info, and we are even fcbk friends now so you know it’s looking quite positive.LOL. Sunday: More Sightseeing, and the DAMN NITE BUS... We needed to catch a nite bus from Rome to the airport for 5am and OMG! The nite bus fiasco was icing on the cake! Yyyy does no one know how to catch a night bus, or which bus goes to the airport? b/c buses don’t run on a particular schedule, they just run...and none of the young ppl go out at nite i guess? So It took us half the day to get bus information which should’ve been available at the train station, but the workers at the train station didn’t know anything either. Such a headache! But of course we made the flight and continued to our 8hr layover in Frankfurt, Germany...which is another story in itself...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
too much activity
heello all!
yours truly has returned. sorry, coursework just kept 'getting in the way' for the last 2 wks.LOL.
i've had a design study (protocol for my thesis' experimental design, scientific poster, NHM Student Conference, and debate on Stem Cell Research to attend to...and that sums up the remainder of coursework for this semester. heels yah.
..and amidst studying i managed to make time for cinema -'the other boleyn girl' and celebrate my flatmate bahar's bday(dinner + karaoke) this past saturday....however, couldn't make it to london st.pat's day celebrations on sunday =( it was just another excuse for me to drink anyways- but, we all know i cant give up 'the bottle'.
on 'the other boleyn girl': i liked the movie - it paralleled the first half of the novel which i managed to read before seeing the film, buuuut...maybe i'll get around to finishing the book.(ya right?)
on karaoke/bahar's bday: first of all, i decided to meet everyone @ dinner seeing as how i had coursework to do, but i ended up gettin lost, mind u, in the damn rain, and of course my umbrella decides to fall apart leaving me AND my hair wet..all that flat-iron effort for nothing.lol.
but, the better part was the karaoke..we went to this place called 'k-box' which is LITERALLY a hotel with every room transformed into private 'karaoke bars' with screen, couches and all. aaand what karaoke bar wouldn't be complete without....A BAR! yes ppl, there were a couple bars dotted throughout the hotel.nice touch- really. but, karaoke would've been better if everyone sang, and not just half the group.....
that's the run-down of the past 2wks, just in case you were wondering.
the next 6 wks promise to be even better though. here's the line-up: no lecture tomm(wednesday), rome(thurs to next monday, happy easter to me!), one lecture each next tues and thurs, and then...drumroll please.... a 3wk easter holiday!! and 2 wks without lectures to revise for exams. hahaha.
oh yah - dont get too excited yet though, because i realistically need 4 of those weeks to do some revision. i'll try not to let 'ms.procrastination' take over.
alrite guys, pz out it's naptime.
check out the site if you're interested:
EDUCATED BLACK PPL
yours truly has returned. sorry, coursework just kept 'getting in the way' for the last 2 wks.LOL.
i've had a design study (protocol for my thesis' experimental design, scientific poster, NHM Student Conference, and debate on Stem Cell Research to attend to...and that sums up the remainder of coursework for this semester. heels yah.
..and amidst studying i managed to make time for cinema -'the other boleyn girl' and celebrate my flatmate bahar's bday(dinner + karaoke) this past saturday....however, couldn't make it to london st.pat's day celebrations on sunday =( it was just another excuse for me to drink anyways- but, we all know i cant give up 'the bottle'.
on 'the other boleyn girl': i liked the movie - it paralleled the first half of the novel which i managed to read before seeing the film, buuuut...maybe i'll get around to finishing the book.(ya right?)
on karaoke/bahar's bday: first of all, i decided to meet everyone @ dinner seeing as how i had coursework to do, but i ended up gettin lost, mind u, in the damn rain, and of course my umbrella decides to fall apart leaving me AND my hair wet..all that flat-iron effort for nothing.lol.
but, the better part was the karaoke..we went to this place called 'k-box' which is LITERALLY a hotel with every room transformed into private 'karaoke bars' with screen, couches and all. aaand what karaoke bar wouldn't be complete without....A BAR! yes ppl, there were a couple bars dotted throughout the hotel.nice touch- really. but, karaoke would've been better if everyone sang, and not just half the group.....
that's the run-down of the past 2wks, just in case you were wondering.
the next 6 wks promise to be even better though. here's the line-up: no lecture tomm(wednesday), rome(thurs to next monday, happy easter to me!), one lecture each next tues and thurs, and then...drumroll please.... a 3wk easter holiday!! and 2 wks without lectures to revise for exams. hahaha.
oh yah - dont get too excited yet though, because i realistically need 4 of those weeks to do some revision. i'll try not to let 'ms.procrastination' take over.
alrite guys, pz out it's naptime.
check out the site if you're interested:
EDUCATED BLACK PPL
Sunday, March 2, 2008
a lack of social activity
i am absolutely ridiculous. i had no papers due this week, and what did i do with aaaall my time since wednesday? NOT A DAMN THING. i have written nothing related to coursework ppl, nothing. however, i did find time to buy 'the other boleyn girl' novel by philippa gregory (a good read thus far), watch 'juno', and 'no country for old men' (horrible!), and start planning my easter holiday. i'm surprised i'm actually writing in this blog right now....
my wknd was a flop. i was supposed to go out for drinks on fri.nite, but that was a bust b/c my friend whom i was mtng wasdrunk at the club b4 i arrived. sooo, she couldn't respond to any of my txts or phone call. anywho, she apologized after the hang-over.
saturday was almost as bad. i honestly don't know how i wasted at least 10hrs in the day. i woke up @ 12pm, read my novel, played on the internet, helped my sis figure out her BF's hotel arrangements?, and then...here it is...i was supposed to go to this big trini party for a friend around 10pm. that was a bust b/c during the day i fcbk'ed this guy, and called him and left a vmail, and he decides to fcbk me after i decided to make other plans. grr. i ended up going out to 'verve' bar in leicester sq. it was fun, but i was actually in the mood for some soca.
sunday, well. at least i was semi-productive today. i was proactive in organizing a group mtng for a debate against stem cell research. we made headway. we really did. hmmm...this debate is actually going to be hard since my strongest arguments are from ethical/legal/social blaaah bases. NOT DAMN SCIENTIFIC. oh well.. i get points for attempting to study this wknd...
my wknd was a flop. i was supposed to go out for drinks on fri.nite, but that was a bust b/c my friend whom i was mtng was
saturday was almost as bad. i honestly don't know how i wasted at least 10hrs in the day. i woke up @ 12pm, read my novel, played on the internet, helped my sis figure out her BF's hotel arrangements?, and then...here it is...i was supposed to go to this big trini party for a friend around 10pm. that was a bust b/c during the day i fcbk'ed this guy, and called him and left a vmail, and he decides to fcbk me after i decided to make other plans. grr. i ended up going out to 'verve' bar in leicester sq. it was fun, but i was actually in the mood for some soca.
sunday, well. at least i was semi-productive today. i was proactive in organizing a group mtng for a debate against stem cell research. we made headway. we really did. hmmm...this debate is actually going to be hard since my strongest arguments are from ethical/legal/social blaaah bases. NOT DAMN SCIENTIFIC. oh well.. i get points for attempting to study this wknd...
Thursday, February 28, 2008
tube diary: cereal killer edition
its 12am and im sittin up in my rooom eating a bowl of 'sugar puffs' kiddie cereal and recalling this girl i saw on the tube this morning:
This girl pulled out a jug of milk, a bowl, and a spoon, and proceeded to 'make herself a bowl of cereal'?!? on the tube?!? during '10am rush hr' when ppl go to school/work..and u were comfortable enough to just go ahead and make ur cereal like that? wow. she had skill though b/c i swore at one point the milk was going to splash on somoeone. but c'mon, was it that serious? This was obviously premeditated - you must've said to youraelf, 'i'm going to buy the milk, bring the bowl and spoon from home, and eat whilst on the tube,'. i tell you i nearly LMAO in her face.
This girl pulled out a jug of milk, a bowl, and a spoon, and proceeded to 'make herself a bowl of cereal'?!? on the tube?!? during '10am rush hr' when ppl go to school/work..and u were comfortable enough to just go ahead and make ur cereal like that? wow. she had skill though b/c i swore at one point the milk was going to splash on somoeone. but c'mon, was it that serious? This was obviously premeditated - you must've said to youraelf, 'i'm going to buy the milk, bring the bowl and spoon from home, and eat whilst on the tube,'. i tell you i nearly LMAO in her face.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
surprising week (thus far)
just some random surprises this week..
mon- my mom says she may come visit me in LDN. (some of you might understand the 'surprise factor' and some of you won't.)
tues- the day i cancel my match.coom membership (yes, i subscribed BRIEFLY) i get an email from dane (summer '07). did this loser really think i wasn't going to LDN?? i love when ppl dont take me seriously. womp.womp.
-did we just have an earthquake? yes, ppl. pls check out the BBC link below. i thought i was imagining things, but the quake was felt in LDN to manchester to leiceester.
wed- i wonder what will happen later today? i haven't done ish all day,
**(written @ 945pm: so, yah it's later..and guess who i just saw, the 'original' african stalker, mr. i-saw-u-from-across-the-street while i was at the laundromat. i haven't seen this bright clothes wearing dude in a few months..and i liked that..and all of this b/c i decide to take a diff route to the tube station.damn. and then africa goes on about when am i going to see him and that i should invite him to the movies and blah. uh no?)
but i'm planning worldly travels. im thinking italy for easter wknd, and maybe morocco for my easter holiday..(yes wknd and holiday are 2 different getaways)
earthquake
mon- my mom says she may come visit me in LDN. (some of you might understand the 'surprise factor' and some of you won't.)
tues- the day i cancel my match.coom membership (yes, i subscribed BRIEFLY) i get an email from dane (summer '07). did this loser really think i wasn't going to LDN?? i love when ppl dont take me seriously. womp.womp.
-did we just have an earthquake? yes, ppl. pls check out the BBC link below. i thought i was imagining things, but the quake was felt in LDN to manchester to leiceester.
wed- i wonder what will happen later today? i haven't done ish all day,
**(written @ 945pm: so, yah it's later..and guess who i just saw, the 'original' african stalker, mr. i-saw-u-from-across-the-street while i was at the laundromat. i haven't seen this bright clothes wearing dude in a few months..and i liked that..and all of this b/c i decide to take a diff route to the tube station.damn. and then africa goes on about when am i going to see him and that i should invite him to the movies and blah. uh no?)
but i'm planning worldly travels. im thinking italy for easter wknd, and maybe morocco for my easter holiday..(yes wknd and holiday are 2 different getaways)
earthquake
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
and...
i know you've heard of sherri shephhard by now..and she is on national tv.?!? do better!
cheers to comedy!
thank g-d for 'best week ever'!
cheers to comedy!
thank g-d for 'best week ever'!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
give up already!
this post is brought to you by the letter 'C'!
actually, i just wanted to inform you, that my stalker, a mr.'wale adebayo' is CLUELESS! this fool called me AGAIN on monday and today, at 630am. this fool is getting crazier by the day...and oh, i dunno, since i didn't answer his 10th? phone call, he decides to email me the following:
Hello Camille Brown,
How are you doing today,hope you are doing just gr8,after the last reply of my email i never hear from you again,and i was wandering and perplexed,thats the nitty-gritty why am emailing you to know if you are okay,i even try ur number several time it keep entring voice mail before i knew my whole credit is gone,i guess you still remember me Wale the Law student who told you in the earlier email that he saw ur nice look,email id all in ur profile,i just came say hi again and to know if you doing okay then am fine here too,pls till i hear from you always know how special you are to the world bcs you are an angel whom the world angel will bow for soon.
Wale
+2348062135654
aww, he wasted all his credit...and he's "perplexed"? ha.but,seriously though, if you lived in london, you would understand that credit is precious - but he is still a loser!
pz out ppl!
actually, i just wanted to inform you, that my stalker, a mr.'wale adebayo' is CLUELESS! this fool called me AGAIN on monday and today, at 630am. this fool is getting crazier by the day...and oh, i dunno, since i didn't answer his 10th? phone call, he decides to email me the following:
Hello Camille Brown,
How are you doing today,hope you are doing just gr8,after the last reply of my email i never hear from you again,and i was wandering and perplexed,thats the nitty-gritty why am emailing you to know if you are okay,i even try ur number several time it keep entring voice mail before i knew my whole credit is gone,i guess you still remember me Wale the Law student who told you in the earlier email that he saw ur nice look,email id all in ur profile,i just came say hi again and to know if you doing okay then am fine here too,pls till i hear from you always know how special you are to the world bcs you are an angel whom the world angel will bow for soon.
Wale
+2348062135654
aww, he wasted all his credit...and he's "perplexed"? ha.but,seriously though, if you lived in london, you would understand that credit is precious - but he is still a loser!
pz out ppl!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
STALKER!
i went to paris on thursday, and just arrived this afternoon (story to come later).
while in paris, i get the following email, from a 'wale adebayo'. c'mon, you're smart enough to guess his nationality.
just in case you're slow, here's a hint: country code is +234:
Hello Camell Brown,
How are you doing hope you doing just gr8 and ok pls let me know pls,am Wale by name i saw ur nice look and the eyes of tommorrow abd a eyes of an angel and a special angel at that whom the world angel is gonna bow for,eacht time i see ur eyes in facebook i never stop but to keep saying hi to you by sending you an email any man who fails to adore you or appreciate you never deserve knowing you pls i really wish to know you more better am Wale once again and am a Law Student who love justice.
Pls do me a favour by taking very good care of urself pls and always remember who you are a precious and special person to the world to people like me who knows that.
Wale
siiiiiigh! uuuh, alright ppl. nevermind the incorrect grammar, but WHO THE HELL IS WALE ADEBAYO? aaand more importantly, HOW DID YOU GET MY EMAIL.WTF??!?
i had a nice, relaxing saturday in versaille, and come home to this second email, which, i guess he forgot to tell me, in the first one? :
Hello Camell Brown,
How are you doing hope you doing just gr8 and ok pls let me know pls.
now, after that second email, i was like, this ass is crazy..so, i replied:
who is this?!? and more importantly, how do you have my email address?!?
here's the problem: my dumb ass replied to this crazy guy with my phone number in my signature! sooo stupid of me! guess i noticed that too late. but catch the reply:
Hello Camille,
How are you doing this moment,am glad that you reply back my email,that shows how different from others you are,if i may introduce myself the more,am Wale by name and am a Law Student,i am also a member of facebook where i was searching to meet somewhere,then i luckily saw ur pretty look on there and ur email address too,i wanna let you know i mean no harm neither did i have any bad intention towards emailing you,am just a kind of person who love appreciating good things when i see them,so thats why i came say hi and to let you know for real that trull i have seen women with beauty,but to my greatest surprise no one i mean no one could ever be compared with you,pls i really look up to ur reply and am gonna give you a call,with the number you display right here,till then pls do me a favour by taking very good care of urself pls and always know u are special and precious to some 1 here Wale.
Wale
+2348062135654.
oh, so i guess he figured out how to spell my name, since my email address doesn't offer a clue? and i did not 'give him permission' to call me? but, he kept his promise of calling me, as i wake up sunday morning to 8 missed calls??! from him..
p.s- did a lil fcbk investigation and found 2 'wale adebayo's', one of which is on the london network, where my info is completely visible. i sure did change my privacy settings, but this ass already has my #, email, maybe blog address, and quite possibly is reading this as i write.
ha!?
while in paris, i get the following email, from a 'wale adebayo'. c'mon, you're smart enough to guess his nationality.
just in case you're slow, here's a hint: country code is +234:
Hello Camell Brown,
How are you doing hope you doing just gr8 and ok pls let me know pls,am Wale by name i saw ur nice look and the eyes of tommorrow abd a eyes of an angel and a special angel at that whom the world angel is gonna bow for,eacht time i see ur eyes in facebook i never stop but to keep saying hi to you by sending you an email any man who fails to adore you or appreciate you never deserve knowing you pls i really wish to know you more better am Wale once again and am a Law Student who love justice.
Pls do me a favour by taking very good care of urself pls and always remember who you are a precious and special person to the world to people like me who knows that.
Wale
siiiiiigh! uuuh, alright ppl. nevermind the incorrect grammar, but WHO THE HELL IS WALE ADEBAYO? aaand more importantly, HOW DID YOU GET MY EMAIL.WTF??!?
i had a nice, relaxing saturday in versaille, and come home to this second email, which, i guess he forgot to tell me, in the first one? :
Hello Camell Brown,
How are you doing hope you doing just gr8 and ok pls let me know pls.
now, after that second email, i was like, this ass is crazy..so, i replied:
who is this?!? and more importantly, how do you have my email address?!?
here's the problem: my dumb ass replied to this crazy guy with my phone number in my signature! sooo stupid of me! guess i noticed that too late. but catch the reply:
Hello Camille,
How are you doing this moment,am glad that you reply back my email,that shows how different from others you are,if i may introduce myself the more,am Wale by name and am a Law Student,i am also a member of facebook where i was searching to meet somewhere,then i luckily saw ur pretty look on there and ur email address too,i wanna let you know i mean no harm neither did i have any bad intention towards emailing you,am just a kind of person who love appreciating good things when i see them,so thats why i came say hi and to let you know for real that trull i have seen women with beauty,but to my greatest surprise no one i mean no one could ever be compared with you,pls i really look up to ur reply and am gonna give you a call,with the number you display right here,till then pls do me a favour by taking very good care of urself pls and always know u are special and precious to some 1 here Wale.
Wale
+2348062135654.
oh, so i guess he figured out how to spell my name, since my email address doesn't offer a clue? and i did not 'give him permission' to call me? but, he kept his promise of calling me, as i wake up sunday morning to 8 missed calls??! from him..
p.s- did a lil fcbk investigation and found 2 'wale adebayo's', one of which is on the london network, where my info is completely visible. i sure did change my privacy settings, but this ass already has my #, email, maybe blog address, and quite possibly is reading this as i write.
ha!?
paperchase.
in retrospect:
now, i know, this post may not be anything to you, (and i could careless), but....someone stole my PAPER TOWEL, and i REAAALLLY don't appreciate that sh*t!
i went into the kitchen a couple of days ago, and noticed an unopened roll of BOUNTY aka 'name brand' paper towel missing..i bought 2 rolls a wk prior; there's a roll remaining in my room. i understand using my unopened BOUNTY, but... taking the unopened roll, and completely removing my things from the kitchen?!? *sigh, the most likely culprits are my new roomies-- by the way, aall american undergrads who i know very little about, and THE CLEANING PPL! these 'cleaners' are always in our flat..and that kitchen did look squeaky clean.
hmph.
and i am tripping about my damn paper towel, b/c @ restaurants they give you ONE napkin, and you better not ask for more...and paper towels are expensive at the market-- sooo i use them sparingly...they're [paper towels] somewhat of a luxury.
ppl these days....
now, i know, this post may not be anything to you, (and i could careless), but....someone stole my PAPER TOWEL, and i REAAALLLY don't appreciate that sh*t!
i went into the kitchen a couple of days ago, and noticed an unopened roll of BOUNTY aka 'name brand' paper towel missing..i bought 2 rolls a wk prior; there's a roll remaining in my room. i understand using my unopened BOUNTY, but... taking the unopened roll, and completely removing my things from the kitchen?!? *sigh, the most likely culprits are my new roomies-- by the way, aall american undergrads who i know very little about, and THE CLEANING PPL! these 'cleaners' are always in our flat..and that kitchen did look squeaky clean.
hmph.
and i am tripping about my damn paper towel, b/c @ restaurants they give you ONE napkin, and you better not ask for more...and paper towels are expensive at the market-- sooo i use them sparingly...they're [paper towels] somewhat of a luxury.
ppl these days....
Saturday, January 12, 2008
primark let me down
so, yesterday, i was wearing my PRIMARK ballet flats..they cost me 4 quid, and hadn't let me down, until... so, i exit baker's street tube station and doo-ta--doo,i bust my ass near a bunch of pigeoons(aka 'flying rats')!! i seriously don't even know i slipped, er fell... and the crazy thing is, noone stopped, noone laughed, i was just in shock, b/c you know how many ppl are in london on any street, @ any time of day?!?
i was just even more upset, b/c the pigeons are flying around me, and i couldn't run away this time, i couldnt willingly avoid the pigeons! grrr....if only i didnt have to go to the damn baker's street campus to get my damn check, this clearly all could've been avoided.
oh well, i can laugh @ it now.
..p.s--> i saw this women str8 out of africa today..she nearly knocked me over with her child..i mean she had her baby swaddled in some 'starry-nite' bed sheets instead of buying a damn papoose for the poor baby! they do make these 'baby-carriers' you know?!?
oh well, off to the 'electric birdcage'..cool name, huh? it's tracy's bday
i was just even more upset, b/c the pigeons are flying around me, and i couldn't run away this time, i couldnt willingly avoid the pigeons! grrr....if only i didnt have to go to the damn baker's street campus to get my damn check, this clearly all could've been avoided.
oh well, i can laugh @ it now.
..p.s--> i saw this women str8 out of africa today..she nearly knocked me over with her child..i mean she had her baby swaddled in some 'starry-nite' bed sheets instead of buying a damn papoose for the poor baby! they do make these 'baby-carriers' you know?!?
oh well, off to the 'electric birdcage'..cool name, huh? it's tracy's bday
DK aka denmark
ok..so, i visited my old flatmate, sabine, in arhus, denmark...
damnit, it was coold. well, colder than london, at least..and all i did was EAT.SHOP (everything in that country is designer, go figure?). BE LAZY AS HELL.!! it was gr8...and the men-- gorgeous? laawd.
o, yes, and i visited a science museum b/c im a nerd like that. and, at this particular museum there was an exhibit on childbirth and blah, blah..and do you know, one of these exhibits was of a uterus?! a damn uterus, that you can 'crawl' into and everything?? DISGUSTIN', but the pic above is of me, in the uterus...yes, my dream...fulfilled?? and you could also put on the 'baby-suit' contraption as if i wanted to pretend to be pregnant... but, i couldn't do that..that's just too much.
the uterus was enough for me..
ny-08
aaaaaand, i have returned everyone! i know, i know, it's been awhile since i've written. haPPy neW Yr!!
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i spent my new yrs @ a moroccan restaurant - souk - in covent garden...it's a nice little spot =)
..afterwards, some friends and i hit the streets to join hundreds of thousands, literally, of britons, to watch fireworks..im telling you, the crowds were ridiculous!!
ppl were hanging from the street lights
after fireworks, this random guy comes up and tries to kiss me..im like, once again...wtf?.. ppl are crazy. so, this guy, asian, probably indian, says, "why you no kiss?' my reply, cuz i dont know you?
ugh, oh well it was new years, i let him give me a kiss...on the cheek...
after new yrs, i got to recover from jet lag...WHAT A B*TCH!... had to get over this jet lag b4 DK
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