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!
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