To see the new year in I have been invited to Devon to a lovely town called Bideford.
Or to a house party in Erith.
Or to a nice pub in Nottinghill.
However, with the storm brewing outside, with the gushing winds, the cold and yes the rain... The likelyhood of me getting out of my PJ's to venture outside are very very slim... very slim indeed.
I do have another bad case of 'cant be arsedness' about me today.
Got some bubbly in the fridge, a nice dinner cooking slowly....
Think i'm sorted really ;-)
Bring it on 2007.
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Oh what have I done??
There are some friends who you just don't say certain things to as they are like elephants... and never forget!
I've been reminded that a year or so ago I had said i'd sing at my mates birthday bash....
Hmm...
Yessss, that's me, look closely 2nd from the left.
2 weeks to prepare!
Oh the joy.
Thick fog saunters into London
Wow, We have had incredibly thick fog in London these last few days.
It arrived 3 days ago.
Just woke up – and there it was!
Heavy, laden and sitting fast.
Domestic flights into and out of London have all been cancelled.
I’ve just been out for a meal along the riverfront, south bank in fact, at the Real Greek Restaurant (Yum by the way).
It was impossible to see from my side of the river across to the other side of the river Thames. St Paul’s church had completely vanished under the blanket of the fog.
Tonight London looked like it does when they show it in the movies..
It looked old, grey and foggy with the occasional light poking through.
The bridges over the river looked proper wicked.
I actually love this fog; it feels like there’s this heavy blanket over us, it also got bitterly cold here too.
Combining the fog, the cold and being down the back streets of London bridge you couldn’t help but feel like you were in an a scene from Oliver twist.
Nancy, Fagan and the Artful Dodger could be a hop skip away on these cobbled foggy back streets of London.
Proper awesome.
Wish I had taken my digital camera out with me tonight – there’s something really magical about fog and right before Christmas too… fantastic!
It arrived 3 days ago.
Just woke up – and there it was!
Heavy, laden and sitting fast.
Domestic flights into and out of London have all been cancelled.
I’ve just been out for a meal along the riverfront, south bank in fact, at the Real Greek Restaurant (Yum by the way).
It was impossible to see from my side of the river across to the other side of the river Thames. St Paul’s church had completely vanished under the blanket of the fog.
Tonight London looked like it does when they show it in the movies..
It looked old, grey and foggy with the occasional light poking through.
The bridges over the river looked proper wicked.
I actually love this fog; it feels like there’s this heavy blanket over us, it also got bitterly cold here too.
Combining the fog, the cold and being down the back streets of London bridge you couldn’t help but feel like you were in an a scene from Oliver twist.
Nancy, Fagan and the Artful Dodger could be a hop skip away on these cobbled foggy back streets of London.
Proper awesome.
Wish I had taken my digital camera out with me tonight – there’s something really magical about fog and right before Christmas too… fantastic!
Bye Bye Baby Tyrese
So yesterday was a pretty tough day.
We had to say goodbye to our beautiful little boy Tyrese.
He was finally adopted after being in our foster care for over 2 years.
He came when he was about 5 days old.. He was so tiny and from day 1 of having him, he was a little cutey with a smile that would melt your heart.
You couldn't help but smile when he smiled.
He was just adorable.
He progressed into a proper 2 year old.
Yes - A little monster!
An adorable monster none the less.
So we all very brave yesterday, I pitched up early and made tea’s and coffee’s (us Brits and our tea drinking).
We were all doing so well until the horrible social worker turned up.
A big obtruse prison warden looking woman.
Not a sniff of compassion and all she wanted to do was snoop about the house.
Lost count of how many times she had to 'use the toilet'.
I found it hard to be nice to her – I mean, adopting him out 5 days before Christmas, are you friggin kidding me? They treat these kids in care like they are products and not real humans who forma attachment. He already calls Bev ‘Mummy’ and Curtis (a family friend) ‘Daddy’.
Me and Francesca sat on the sofa fairly quiet the whole time, just taking it all in and playing with Tyrese for the very last time.
Then his new mummy turned up just after 12pm.
I really wanted to hate her. I really didn’t want to like her.
Beverley opened the door.
And I got the biggest surprise ever.
Tyrese flew towards her with a big smile on his face and was jumping saying ‘yes, yes, yes’ really happily. She scooped him up and said ‘My baby’s coming home’.
I suddenly felt much calmer.
Because he was happy.
And because she was really warm.
To him and to us.
She didn't have to be.
I then learned that he had spent everyday with her for a few hours over the last week and she had become familiar to him.
We all sat about for about 20 mins until the horrid social worker forced his new mummy to leave with him. We could tell she wasn’t quite ready to go... She didn't even finish her tea.
We got his jacket and hat on.
We gave him sneaky kisses and cuddles. He knew something was up.
Took some pics, which he happily posed for and then we went to the door with him.
His new mummy picked him up and he turned over her shoulder to us all, picked up his hand and repeatedly said ‘Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye’. With that hug smile of his.
With that cute little 2 yr old’s voice he has.
Frantically waving his hand.
Proud he could say the word bye.
That was it for me… I cracked.
He was waving like he thought he was coming back, like he’s done a million times before.
This time there was no coming back.
No more mummy or daddy.
I had to walk away into the kitchen, then locked myself away in toilet in floods of tears.
I wasn't expecting it to move me like it did.
I think its the idea of loss that hurts so much.
Francesca darted upstairs.
Bev followed out the door behind him crying. I could see her wiping tears.
The Social worker looked like a spare part – wished I coulda kicked her out of the house.
Unsympathetic cow – it was like 1 big transaction for her. Onto the next one.
Anyway, I gave Bev a big hug when she came in and we had a bit of a blub.
I had to pop home during the afternoon, but came back and cooked dinner for everyone and spent the night. The house now feels so empty.
No more little people.
Love ya Ty Ty.
Be good for your new mummy and daddy
xx
We had to say goodbye to our beautiful little boy Tyrese.
He was finally adopted after being in our foster care for over 2 years.
He came when he was about 5 days old.. He was so tiny and from day 1 of having him, he was a little cutey with a smile that would melt your heart.
You couldn't help but smile when he smiled.
He was just adorable.
He progressed into a proper 2 year old.
Yes - A little monster!
An adorable monster none the less.
So we all very brave yesterday, I pitched up early and made tea’s and coffee’s (us Brits and our tea drinking).
We were all doing so well until the horrible social worker turned up.
A big obtruse prison warden looking woman.
Not a sniff of compassion and all she wanted to do was snoop about the house.
Lost count of how many times she had to 'use the toilet'.
I found it hard to be nice to her – I mean, adopting him out 5 days before Christmas, are you friggin kidding me? They treat these kids in care like they are products and not real humans who forma attachment. He already calls Bev ‘Mummy’ and Curtis (a family friend) ‘Daddy’.
Me and Francesca sat on the sofa fairly quiet the whole time, just taking it all in and playing with Tyrese for the very last time.
Then his new mummy turned up just after 12pm.
I really wanted to hate her. I really didn’t want to like her.
Beverley opened the door.
And I got the biggest surprise ever.
Tyrese flew towards her with a big smile on his face and was jumping saying ‘yes, yes, yes’ really happily. She scooped him up and said ‘My baby’s coming home’.
I suddenly felt much calmer.
Because he was happy.
And because she was really warm.
To him and to us.
She didn't have to be.
I then learned that he had spent everyday with her for a few hours over the last week and she had become familiar to him.
We all sat about for about 20 mins until the horrid social worker forced his new mummy to leave with him. We could tell she wasn’t quite ready to go... She didn't even finish her tea.
We got his jacket and hat on.
We gave him sneaky kisses and cuddles. He knew something was up.
Took some pics, which he happily posed for and then we went to the door with him.
His new mummy picked him up and he turned over her shoulder to us all, picked up his hand and repeatedly said ‘Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye. Bye’. With that hug smile of his.
With that cute little 2 yr old’s voice he has.
Frantically waving his hand.
Proud he could say the word bye.
That was it for me… I cracked.
He was waving like he thought he was coming back, like he’s done a million times before.
This time there was no coming back.
No more mummy or daddy.
I had to walk away into the kitchen, then locked myself away in toilet in floods of tears.
I wasn't expecting it to move me like it did.
I think its the idea of loss that hurts so much.
Francesca darted upstairs.
Bev followed out the door behind him crying. I could see her wiping tears.
The Social worker looked like a spare part – wished I coulda kicked her out of the house.
Unsympathetic cow – it was like 1 big transaction for her. Onto the next one.
Anyway, I gave Bev a big hug when she came in and we had a bit of a blub.
I had to pop home during the afternoon, but came back and cooked dinner for everyone and spent the night. The house now feels so empty.
No more little people.
Love ya Ty Ty.
Be good for your new mummy and daddy
xx
In the words of Borat... 'I Like'
Ok Go, this has to be like the best music video EVER?
Treadmills, bad hair and tight clothes.
Brilliant!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NINJQ5LRh-0
Treadmills, bad hair and tight clothes.
Brilliant!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NINJQ5LRh-0
'Just one more thing' - Columbo
What is it that happens to us as a child that makes us like certain things when we are adults?
Like Columbo.
I mean by my standards of good TV, exciting Tv, thrilling Tv… Columbo shouldn’t be up there.
I mean a little American copper, with a funny voice and a wonky eye and constantly bumbling…
Old school filming… Shoddy acting…Unbelievable story lines… It really shouldn’t bring me any joy.
Yet, whenever I see in the TV guide that Columbo is on, I get that little feeling of excitement, like ‘Yeah… It’s Columbo, must watch that’.
And then I do.
Like now, he’s on.
And I THOROUGHLY enjoy watching it, every time. I have no idea why.
Is it because he’s kinda forgetful and stupid… but actually very smart, that does it?
Most of these shows I’ve seen, repeatedly, mostly as a child on a Sunday afternoon, but I still enjoy watching them, even the ones I’ve seen.
Maybe it reminds me of a time in my childhood, that was good… perhaps even comfortable for me. There wasn’t too many of those.
But what I love most about Columbo is:
1 – His old school car... I want one.
2 – His dopey looking dog.
Columbo just does it for me.
Sad, but true
Like Columbo.
I mean by my standards of good TV, exciting Tv, thrilling Tv… Columbo shouldn’t be up there.
I mean a little American copper, with a funny voice and a wonky eye and constantly bumbling…
Old school filming… Shoddy acting…Unbelievable story lines… It really shouldn’t bring me any joy.
Yet, whenever I see in the TV guide that Columbo is on, I get that little feeling of excitement, like ‘Yeah… It’s Columbo, must watch that’.
And then I do.
Like now, he’s on.
And I THOROUGHLY enjoy watching it, every time. I have no idea why.
Is it because he’s kinda forgetful and stupid… but actually very smart, that does it?
Most of these shows I’ve seen, repeatedly, mostly as a child on a Sunday afternoon, but I still enjoy watching them, even the ones I’ve seen.
Maybe it reminds me of a time in my childhood, that was good… perhaps even comfortable for me. There wasn’t too many of those.
But what I love most about Columbo is:
1 – His old school car... I want one.
2 – His dopey looking dog.
Columbo just does it for me.
Sad, but true
Friendship
In your hour of need, you really do find out who your true friends are.
And time after time, it's always the same few solid people that always pull through for me...
Faultless and without hesitation.
Money can't buy that love.
I'm truly lucky to have it.
And even though i'm in a lot of pain right now - I can still smile.
They give me the inner strength to go on.
Knowing if i ever need anything, anything at all.
They'll be there for me. Most times... I don't even have to ask.
And time after time, it's always the same few solid people that always pull through for me...
Faultless and without hesitation.
Money can't buy that love.
I'm truly lucky to have it.
And even though i'm in a lot of pain right now - I can still smile.
They give me the inner strength to go on.
Knowing if i ever need anything, anything at all.
They'll be there for me. Most times... I don't even have to ask.
Yesterday I nearly died
Driving from Lewisham to Brixton yesterday to referee a basketball match... Something pretty darn awful happened to me.
Something I never imagined for one second could ever happen.
The front wheel of my motor cycle came off, whilst I was travelling at about 20mph.
Now that may not sound fast to you.
And I'm glad my bike doesn't go over 30 miles per hour.
Cos sure enough, I lost control of bike, veered onto the other side of road (into on coming traffic), skidded across road and my head and body smashed into a parked car.
The bike is a wreck.
My body is a wreck.
Thankfully nothing is broken.
However, at 20mph I am badly bruised massively head to toe, I've got back pain, neck ache, shoulder pain and worst of all... Heart ache. I loved that bike.
But what happened yesterday - can only be described as sheer terrifying.
I had no control of the bike and I really did think I was going to die.
I could see cars coming towards me... And there was just nothing I could do to stop it all.
If i'm honest, I'm a bit cut up by it all... And am prone to random bursts of tears.
I think that must be the shock.
It's so scary knowing that I could so easily have rolled under a car, truck or bus yesterday and i may not have been here to write this blog, stroke me cat or see all my wonderful friends again.
It really makes you think!
I know it sounds a bit melodramatic, I am totally aware of how it sounds, But I seriously thought that was it for me.
Not a nice experience at all.
Something I never imagined for one second could ever happen.
The front wheel of my motor cycle came off, whilst I was travelling at about 20mph.
Now that may not sound fast to you.
And I'm glad my bike doesn't go over 30 miles per hour.
Cos sure enough, I lost control of bike, veered onto the other side of road (into on coming traffic), skidded across road and my head and body smashed into a parked car.
The bike is a wreck.
My body is a wreck.
Thankfully nothing is broken.
However, at 20mph I am badly bruised massively head to toe, I've got back pain, neck ache, shoulder pain and worst of all... Heart ache. I loved that bike.
But what happened yesterday - can only be described as sheer terrifying.
I had no control of the bike and I really did think I was going to die.
I could see cars coming towards me... And there was just nothing I could do to stop it all.
If i'm honest, I'm a bit cut up by it all... And am prone to random bursts of tears.
I think that must be the shock.
It's so scary knowing that I could so easily have rolled under a car, truck or bus yesterday and i may not have been here to write this blog, stroke me cat or see all my wonderful friends again.
It really makes you think!
I know it sounds a bit melodramatic, I am totally aware of how it sounds, But I seriously thought that was it for me.
Not a nice experience at all.
Mood: Restless
The joys of being self employed means you’re often restless.
There's so much to think about and worry about.
The biggest one is always money and whether you can pay your shizz this month....
And yes I can...
It’s gone 2am and I’m not even close to being tired yet.
My mind is racing with things to do tomorrow.
I have a list as long as my arm of tasks to do.
Prioritse. Shuffle and move.
But my mind likes to reshuffle stuff about like a pack of cards. Constantly. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Man I’ve written down so much this week. I’m literally lunging for paper to jot everything down.
I ref’d a game tonight with a bunch of overly aggressive twats. AKA Bromley Scrubs.
It’s all still running through my mind and I’m wishing I had thrown more players out of the game than I did. Too nice for my own good. Grr…
That really pisses me off when I’m not as mean as I should be sometimes.
I’m constantly working on changing that.
Being nice gets ya.... well.... not always where you want to be.
So here’s what I’m working on right now in general.
- My company ES. Jobs coming outta my arse left right and centre.
- About to Launch a sister company Bubblegum.
- My winter basketball tournament in less than 3 weeks, loads to organise, sorted the DJ today tho, yay!!!!!:
- My tradeshow expo next year – TONS to do, but a lucrative day for me if I pull it off!!
- My summer weekender basketball tournament 2007 (Yep, planning already :-/)
- The Redesign and finalisation of Martins website (huge job, soon to be completed.. I hope)
- The Giambrone Law website.
- Physio – 3 days a week.
- Referee-ing approximately 6 – 10 basketball matches a week (an hour and a half each).
And I need to find half a day next week to do my hair… I’m starting to look scruffy.
So the next time I tell ya I’m having a lazy day and have unplugged all my phones….
It’ll be to get away from all that shit.
Lazy my arse!
Gonna treat myself to a sauna in the morning. Havent had one in over a year.
Lovely jubbly.
There's so much to think about and worry about.
The biggest one is always money and whether you can pay your shizz this month....
And yes I can...
It’s gone 2am and I’m not even close to being tired yet.
My mind is racing with things to do tomorrow.
I have a list as long as my arm of tasks to do.
Prioritse. Shuffle and move.
But my mind likes to reshuffle stuff about like a pack of cards. Constantly. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Man I’ve written down so much this week. I’m literally lunging for paper to jot everything down.
I ref’d a game tonight with a bunch of overly aggressive twats. AKA Bromley Scrubs.
It’s all still running through my mind and I’m wishing I had thrown more players out of the game than I did. Too nice for my own good. Grr…
That really pisses me off when I’m not as mean as I should be sometimes.
I’m constantly working on changing that.
Being nice gets ya.... well.... not always where you want to be.
So here’s what I’m working on right now in general.
- My company ES. Jobs coming outta my arse left right and centre.
- About to Launch a sister company Bubblegum.
- My winter basketball tournament in less than 3 weeks, loads to organise, sorted the DJ today tho, yay!!!!!:
- My tradeshow expo next year – TONS to do, but a lucrative day for me if I pull it off!!
- My summer weekender basketball tournament 2007 (Yep, planning already :-/)
- The Redesign and finalisation of Martins website (huge job, soon to be completed.. I hope)
- The Giambrone Law website.
- Physio – 3 days a week.
- Referee-ing approximately 6 – 10 basketball matches a week (an hour and a half each).
And I need to find half a day next week to do my hair… I’m starting to look scruffy.
So the next time I tell ya I’m having a lazy day and have unplugged all my phones….
It’ll be to get away from all that shit.
Lazy my arse!
Gonna treat myself to a sauna in the morning. Havent had one in over a year.
Lovely jubbly.
The name is Bond, James Bond.
That's one of the easiest titles i've ever had to write on here :-)
So Wed’s night I decided to have a break from all this work work and work shite... and went with Grace to see the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale.
It was the first film that starred Daniel Craig as the new Bond.
I have to say, he was extremely HOT!
The film was action packed, well when the action was on.. It had an okey doke storyline in some parts, but it was all made good whenever Daniel had his kit off.
He has to be the buffest, leanest and meatiest Bond ever, me thinks?
The dude is properly fit.
Everyone was hating on him, cos he was blonde… And said he’d be shit, well, he rocked it. He makes a superb Bond. He kinda has that ‘I’ll fuck you up’ look about him.
His love interest in the movie was whack, they could’ve cast her better. She looked like a librarian with a bit of lippy on. However, the concept of him actually falling in love, opening up and being hurt was done incredibly well I thought.. Made you go ‘Ahhh, he’s in love…. Bless’.
We knew she was gonna rip his heart out and stamp all over it… But I guess it sets up the next 3 or 4 movies where he can just be cold and ruthless to all women now and treat them like shit.
The opening titles of the movie were dreadful and look like some 1st year student at art college did it as an experiment… Sorry, that should be a visually impaired 1st year student at art college who did it…. And the bond theme was just poo… Can anyone remember it? Nope. Why? Cos it was shit. Sung by someone I’ve never heard of either.
Why do that? I mean would you poor beef Gravy over Caviar?
I tell you what was REALLY awesome was that they filmed a big chunk of it in Montenegro. Wow, it looked stunning.
My little Serbian Jelena in NY will be so proud, her home town, in a major Hollywood flick like that. It came across really beautifully.
Jels, take me back with you next summer when you pop home will ya?
I also love that when you break him down, Bond is a cocky so and so with a bit of an attitude problem, who strives for success and completion in all his does. Works hard, stays focused and is a sarcastic little sod that you can’t help but like.
You can’t help but admire that.
Remi rating: 3.5 out of 5.
So Wed’s night I decided to have a break from all this work work and work shite... and went with Grace to see the new James Bond movie, Casino Royale.
It was the first film that starred Daniel Craig as the new Bond.
I have to say, he was extremely HOT!
The film was action packed, well when the action was on.. It had an okey doke storyline in some parts, but it was all made good whenever Daniel had his kit off.
He has to be the buffest, leanest and meatiest Bond ever, me thinks?
The dude is properly fit.
Everyone was hating on him, cos he was blonde… And said he’d be shit, well, he rocked it. He makes a superb Bond. He kinda has that ‘I’ll fuck you up’ look about him.
His love interest in the movie was whack, they could’ve cast her better. She looked like a librarian with a bit of lippy on. However, the concept of him actually falling in love, opening up and being hurt was done incredibly well I thought.. Made you go ‘Ahhh, he’s in love…. Bless’.
We knew she was gonna rip his heart out and stamp all over it… But I guess it sets up the next 3 or 4 movies where he can just be cold and ruthless to all women now and treat them like shit.
The opening titles of the movie were dreadful and look like some 1st year student at art college did it as an experiment… Sorry, that should be a visually impaired 1st year student at art college who did it…. And the bond theme was just poo… Can anyone remember it? Nope. Why? Cos it was shit. Sung by someone I’ve never heard of either.
Why do that? I mean would you poor beef Gravy over Caviar?
I tell you what was REALLY awesome was that they filmed a big chunk of it in Montenegro. Wow, it looked stunning.
My little Serbian Jelena in NY will be so proud, her home town, in a major Hollywood flick like that. It came across really beautifully.
Jels, take me back with you next summer when you pop home will ya?
I also love that when you break him down, Bond is a cocky so and so with a bit of an attitude problem, who strives for success and completion in all his does. Works hard, stays focused and is a sarcastic little sod that you can’t help but like.
You can’t help but admire that.
Remi rating: 3.5 out of 5.
The Royal Marines
I forgot to write about this last week.
But on Friday night I went out dancing with Louise and Suzanne up near london bridge.
We started at the George pub - a v cool old school pub dating back to 1676. You walk down a little alley way off the main road... and you feel like you've been transported back in time a hundred or so odd years. I'm not a great historian so I won't even try to blather on about it like i know anything. But I kinda dig old buildings.
In the court yard of The George we were lucky enough to see a Livery band from Switzerland performing outside the pub. Drumming and flutes - it was really spectacular. They were over in London for the Lord mayors parade happening that weekend in London. I had a good chat with an older gent about what the 'Livery' was. Found it fascinating. He said he thought there was now a Livery for 'Computer folk' like myself and that I should check it out... I will.
So that started the evening off nicely.
But to end the evening off even more sweetly, we spent the evening dancing, mingling and pretty much ensconced in a crew of 15 royal marine gentle folk... Ahhhhhh.....
They were really sweet guys.
Really nice to talk to - they were only young-un's though... 20 - 21 most of them. Nothing nicer than looking at fit, brave blokes in Uniform ;-)
* The next day I heard on the news about 4 British soldiers being killed in Iraq. 2 of which were Marines...
Now I know it's unlikely it was any of the 15 I met on that night...
But all of a sudden it makes you sit up and think, it could be anyone of them, at any given time.
Full of life and energy and then could have that taken away - so quickly.
Bam. Life over.
Scares me a little.
But on Friday night I went out dancing with Louise and Suzanne up near london bridge.
We started at the George pub - a v cool old school pub dating back to 1676. You walk down a little alley way off the main road... and you feel like you've been transported back in time a hundred or so odd years. I'm not a great historian so I won't even try to blather on about it like i know anything. But I kinda dig old buildings.
In the court yard of The George we were lucky enough to see a Livery band from Switzerland performing outside the pub. Drumming and flutes - it was really spectacular. They were over in London for the Lord mayors parade happening that weekend in London. I had a good chat with an older gent about what the 'Livery' was. Found it fascinating. He said he thought there was now a Livery for 'Computer folk' like myself and that I should check it out... I will.
So that started the evening off nicely.
But to end the evening off even more sweetly, we spent the evening dancing, mingling and pretty much ensconced in a crew of 15 royal marine gentle folk... Ahhhhhh.....
They were really sweet guys.
Really nice to talk to - they were only young-un's though... 20 - 21 most of them. Nothing nicer than looking at fit, brave blokes in Uniform ;-)
* The next day I heard on the news about 4 British soldiers being killed in Iraq. 2 of which were Marines...
Now I know it's unlikely it was any of the 15 I met on that night...
But all of a sudden it makes you sit up and think, it could be anyone of them, at any given time.
Full of life and energy and then could have that taken away - so quickly.
Bam. Life over.
Scares me a little.
Inky loves Nature - Big Sis's company.
Inky is the name of my sisters company in the States.
It's going from strength to strength and i'm so excited about it..
Today I am totally stoaked to see this page - its the 1st UK store/site properly selling my sisters shizzniz and it looks totally wicked. Click on her brand name 'Miss Inky' or you can go directly there and buy yourself something nice for christmas, or your mate, or your relative.. Just buy something haha!
The products are all natural and they are PHENOMENAL to use on your skin.
I love 'em... (not just cos they are my sis's but cos they are REALLY good).
Currently the products are doing REALLY well in the states.
Get buying people - i want this to be big over here too!
It's going from strength to strength and i'm so excited about it..
Today I am totally stoaked to see this page - its the 1st UK store/site properly selling my sisters shizzniz and it looks totally wicked. Click on her brand name 'Miss Inky' or you can go directly there and buy yourself something nice for christmas, or your mate, or your relative.. Just buy something haha!
The products are all natural and they are PHENOMENAL to use on your skin.
I love 'em... (not just cos they are my sis's but cos they are REALLY good).
Currently the products are doing REALLY well in the states.
Get buying people - i want this to be big over here too!
Sexual health and HIV testing
Sensible Remi indeed :-)
So I went to ‘da clinic’ today to get myself checked out on the inside (like what I did there?).
And I’m pleased to report – all tests came back clear and I have no sexual diseases that can affect me, my future children or anyone else. It’s been that way for a good few years in fact, one must protect ones self.
My doctor went through my record and although I do a yearly drop in and get myself checked out, we discovered it has been just under 10 years since my last HIV test.
I was quite annoyed with myself about that.
Then I remembered some friends who’ve told me that they’ve never even been checked.
Then I didn’t feel quite so bad.
The doc told me that the average person who gets HIV in this day and age can now live until they are 80 with all the modern medicines and advancements.
Those who don’t get checked regularly enough and don’t catch it until it’s very late in the cycle - are the ones who get very sick and could possibly die.
He said there is no need for anyone to die early from HIV/Aids anymore.
I took the HIV test again.
Results back in a week.
Peace of mind is good.
Oh and the free condoms are fun too, they gave me a goodie bag with all sorts of flavours and varieties in there ;-)
Have you had yourself checked out lately?
The Funny canoe story... Well, it made me laugh.
I called my mate Ian F on the phone to ask a business favour.
I asked him if he was busy when he answered the phone…
He was like ‘Umm, I’m just kinda chilling’
He was like ‘I’m in my canoe on the water’
I was like ‘what?’
He was like ‘I’m in my canoe on the water’
I was like ‘What… by where you live?’
He was like ‘in my canoe on the
I was like ‘You’re what?’
He was like ‘in my canoe on the
And he said it like this was a perfectly normal sentence.
I was like ‘You have a canoe?’
I don’t know why this was funny to me, but it fricking was.
The giggling started.
He was like ‘yeah’.
I was like ‘You have a fucking canoe?’
More giggling.
And I was like ‘You’re in the
This was totally bizarre to me, but tickled me something rotten.
He was like ‘yeah’.
More giggling ensued.
‘You’re in a canoe? You’re actually IN a canoe?’
He was like ‘YEAH, I have a canoe, didn’t you know I had a canoe?’
More belly aching laughter.
He then went on to tell me about being pulled over by the police ON THE THAMES for not having any lights on his fucking canoe.
I laughed so hard today.
It was great.
Laughing is good for the soul.
I tell you what, JK Rowling had better watch out… I’m a great story teller aren’t I?
He said, she said.
LMAO
Mood: Good. Too much caffeine today
Status of the Knee: Much better
I’ve now run 2 games on it in the last 2 days… Well, jogged, lightly upon it.
Touch wood – so far so good!!!!!!!!!!!
I got all up in my shizzle today. Back on form like I should be – worked like a donkey today!
Updated my site – had a good spring clean. Got rid of dead links, shitty content etc etc..
Feeling like the mojo is back.
Time to make some mullah baby!
Goodbye London?
Had a chat with Dave today (another referee) and he was telling me about his 3 bed house in
Oh how it made me sigh.
I think about what I’ve spent in
He lives less than an hour away from
Hmm…
This has only added fuel to the already simmering fire in my head of me wanting to get my arse out of
It’s definitely on my list of things to do...
With my business being largely phone and online based.... Not sure what's keeping me here nailed to london really. hmm.... Definitely something to start exploring about more deeply me thinks.
Is it natural to hate your physio?
Well, Monday saw yet another ‘fun’ physio session.
Yep, it hurt like a bitch.
He does this deep tissue massage (that does help eventually) However the pain can only be described as having a deep bruise and then pushing into it really hard and holding it there until the pain is so intense you feel like you want to pass out.
A little tear did trickle out of 1 eye this week as I lay writhing on his S&M table (as I like to call it).
All in the name of healing… Apparently.
I do think my physio is a sadist.
Big rugby looking Welsh fella – I often wonder about how he spends his weekends.
I’m sure he finds my whining highly amusing… He’s even started taking the piss out of me a bit… Particularly when I’m unable to communicate properly (due to pain distress) and can only manage to mutter over and over again (In an 8 yr olds whining voice) ‘it Really Really hurts, like really, I mean REALLY REALLY hurts’.
He’s like, ‘what? Really really?’
Bastard.
But it does make me giggle, for all of a millisecond.
Anywhoo, my knee is feeling a bit better overall.
This ‘REST’ shit kinda works :-).
Now, when I say better… it still kinda hurts inside but I can handle the pain a bit better now…
So much so I asked if I could cycle on it now as he said YES! Yay!
So Tuesday I couldn’t wait to get in to the gym.
Got in there first thing and did a 12k cycle on the knee. Gotta admit it felt ok.
Got off the bike and stretched, did some sit ups and then that feeling of adrenalin hits you. Well it does me.
When all of a sudden the blood is pumping and you’re feeling good and you’re like ‘yeah, I can take on the world’.
So I stood there looking at the treadmill, longing for it… wanting to run…. And in the back of my head I can hear my physio saying ‘whatever you do… DON’T run on that knee’.
So I got on the treadmill.
But I did compromise.
A tiny incline and a really slow(ish) walk for 10 mins.
It was alright like.
I wanted to run but my knee was like *Nah uh sister*.
So I ref’d a basketball game today at Brixton rec…. Yes some running was involved.
The price of this foolish action will be known tomorrow when I wake up.
ICING KNEE like a bitch for fear of imminent pain in the morning.
Pray for me.
Pull on those dancing shoes
Not so cranky today ;-)
I'm going dancing tonight.
Gonna tear the town up with my moves!
I need to release some energy... Haven't boogie'd in ages...
I'm gonna dance like no ones watching..
:-)
I'm going dancing tonight.
Gonna tear the town up with my moves!
I need to release some energy... Haven't boogie'd in ages...
I'm gonna dance like no ones watching..
:-)
Cranky as f@ck
The title of this post was going to be: Shit, fuck, bollocks, wank...
Changed my mind after some thought. Tee hee.
I'm in a lull today. A quagmire.
A shitty shitty can't be arsed and unmotivated mood.
Be warned, I might swear a lot in this post.
The only thing that's made me smile today is Ross.
More on him some other time.
I have a lot of work on - and I couldn't even be arsed to turn on the work phone or reply to my 6 billion emails...
I feel like i'm on the verge of having a cold, I have the symtoms;
Being phlegmy and have a sore throat, some bloody eye infection too..
But it's like the bastard cold is teasing me and won't show its face and actually come through, just hanging around and gently prodding me.
To make it worse, I've eaten shit food all day.
Chocolate. Donuts and chicken and chips. Tut tut tut. Really doesn't help.
I've run out of my chlorella tablets and can't be arsed to walk to the chemist to get replacements.Poo.plop.doodoo.
I'm convinced they are about all that's keeping me alive sometimes.
The knee still hurts like a bitch. Physio makes me want to cry. Excruciating pain.
I've already cancelled 4 matches this week that I was supposed to referee and my basketball club played the 1st match of the season tonight... And I couldn't play :'-(. God damn knee.. Grrr.
Oh.... And i have a stye in my right eye.
Super.
Tomorrow had better be better than today or i'm gonna be royally pissed.
Kelly came around for all of 5 mins tonight... Thankfully without the ball and chain.
Brought his sexy beast of a monster truck around. 390 horse power. A Red Ford F150 lightning sumthing or the other. This is one bad bwoy vehicle. I took some pics which i'll load later.
That shit was the quickest thing i've ever sat in, like ever.
I thought a porsche was quick... little did i know!
When it took off.. It felt like a paper airplane with a fucking 747 engine attached to the back of it. This thing even growled. That shit was sick.
I confess... As we FLEW up my little road... 0-80 in about 4 seconds *gulp*
I was actually momentarily scared and thought i might possibly die.
That's how i knew i wasn't well... Shit like that never phases me.
Going to bed now.Just to clarify: Eye hurts, knee hurts, throat hurts, chest hurts.
Mood today: Cranky as fuck.
Changed my mind after some thought. Tee hee.
I'm in a lull today. A quagmire.
A shitty shitty can't be arsed and unmotivated mood.
Be warned, I might swear a lot in this post.
The only thing that's made me smile today is Ross.
More on him some other time.
I have a lot of work on - and I couldn't even be arsed to turn on the work phone or reply to my 6 billion emails...
I feel like i'm on the verge of having a cold, I have the symtoms;
Being phlegmy and have a sore throat, some bloody eye infection too..
But it's like the bastard cold is teasing me and won't show its face and actually come through, just hanging around and gently prodding me.
To make it worse, I've eaten shit food all day.
Chocolate. Donuts and chicken and chips. Tut tut tut. Really doesn't help.
I've run out of my chlorella tablets and can't be arsed to walk to the chemist to get replacements.Poo.plop.doodoo.
I'm convinced they are about all that's keeping me alive sometimes.
The knee still hurts like a bitch. Physio makes me want to cry. Excruciating pain.
I've already cancelled 4 matches this week that I was supposed to referee and my basketball club played the 1st match of the season tonight... And I couldn't play :'-(. God damn knee.. Grrr.
Oh.... And i have a stye in my right eye.
Super.
Tomorrow had better be better than today or i'm gonna be royally pissed.
Kelly came around for all of 5 mins tonight... Thankfully without the ball and chain.
Brought his sexy beast of a monster truck around. 390 horse power. A Red Ford F150 lightning sumthing or the other. This is one bad bwoy vehicle. I took some pics which i'll load later.
That shit was the quickest thing i've ever sat in, like ever.
I thought a porsche was quick... little did i know!
When it took off.. It felt like a paper airplane with a fucking 747 engine attached to the back of it. This thing even growled. That shit was sick.
I confess... As we FLEW up my little road... 0-80 in about 4 seconds *gulp*
I was actually momentarily scared and thought i might possibly die.
That's how i knew i wasn't well... Shit like that never phases me.
Going to bed now.Just to clarify: Eye hurts, knee hurts, throat hurts, chest hurts.
Mood today: Cranky as fuck.
Happiness
"It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are,
or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy.
It is what you think about.”
Dale Carnegie
“Happiness doesn't depend on any external conditions, it is governed by our mental attitude”
Dale Carnegie
Old friends and new additions...
I met up with an old friend of mine today who I haven't seen in over 3 yrs! Angie. Aww.
Met for a coffee and a chat and I also got to meet her gorgeous and yummy 3 yr old son Kai for the 1st time.
She's still 'Lovely' and Kai was a real credit to her, A beautifully behaved boy... Just adorable.
Kai, with his new red Light Saber that his uncle Leafy brought for him today...
And Leafy and Lauren - looking happy... Aww.
This new digital camera was a good investment me thinks ;-)
Quote of the week
I haven't added a quote for a while, so here's one I found tonight that talks about strength.
It made me think about why I am so strong in character, which made me reflect on the whopping heap of shit i've been through in my life so far...
I'm not depressed about it at all... Those be the cards that I was dealt.
It just occured to me, there really has been a lot of adversity and shit to overcome in my life and i have predominantly gone through it all alone...
That ultimately must make me what I am today.
So here it is, my quote of the week, short and to the point:
"We acquire the strength we have overcome."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
It made me think about why I am so strong in character, which made me reflect on the whopping heap of shit i've been through in my life so far...
I'm not depressed about it at all... Those be the cards that I was dealt.
It just occured to me, there really has been a lot of adversity and shit to overcome in my life and i have predominantly gone through it all alone...
That ultimately must make me what I am today.
So here it is, my quote of the week, short and to the point:
"We acquire the strength we have overcome."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Had a v nice birthday
Had a really nice birthday party at my house on weds night to see in my 30th.
Had some friends come by… We had plenty of food, music, wine and champagne.
Highlight was definitely opening a 1992 bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne that I’ve had for over 5 years already. Probably cost around £150 for the bottle.
It tasted superb!
Danced around my front room until about 2.30am.
Fell into bed, blissfully happy.
‘Twas a nice 30th birthday!
Had some friends come by… We had plenty of food, music, wine and champagne.
Highlight was definitely opening a 1992 bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne that I’ve had for over 5 years already. Probably cost around £150 for the bottle.
It tasted superb!
Danced around my front room until about 2.30am.
Fell into bed, blissfully happy.
‘Twas a nice 30th birthday!
30 years old today *Mood: Not bothered really*
This is a picture of me, Aged 30! Woohoo.
(And my friend Clare, who's a darlin').
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Well I awoke today, yes, the day that I was born on, a good 30 years ago...
And do you know what... It feels no different to yesterday!
Do I feel any wiser... Umm... nope.
Smarter .... nope.
Prettier ... lol, umm nope.
It's all the same really.
The one good thing about being 30 is that when I tell people I am 30, they never believe me. 'Spose that's something to keep me going through these forthcoming dreary winter months. Looking younger is always a good thing me thinks..
Well, I’m sat in my front room, looking out of my big window onto my neighbour’s house across the road, listening to a ‘Best of fun loving criminals’ CD (Scooby snacks and all that) and it's bloody raining outside.
The sky is at its best a traditional London grey!
The dark grey slate roof tops of my neighbours house are glistening with the trickling of rain water on them. People are walking up and down the road, head down, looking SO miserable.
I do wish I could live somewhere else for 6 months of the year… Somewhere warm and bright.
My cat Chi is sat on top of the digital box on the floor (keeping her bum warm) whilst looking at me, like ‘is this as good as it gets?’
Here’s my ‘exciting’ plan for the day of my 30th:
Morning: Cook some chicken for tonights party
10.55 – Get my car MOT at the garage, hmm, exciting.
12.00 Go to the Library and renew my books
Afternoon: Tidy up flat / do some work on my site
4pm: referee a basketball match at Brixton recreation centre (yes even with the knee in pain.. They were desperate...)
Sounds exciting so far right?
6pm: Shower / dress / look cute for party
7pm till late: Guests arrive… Dance, drink and be merry until I Pass out in my bed at some ungodly hour…
Looking forward to seeing my mates tonight, I love them all so much.
I feel lucky and blessed to have turned 30 and have so many good friends, who love me, whether I’m good or bad.
True friends.
The type of people who are simply irreplaceable.
And who’ve known me since I was a wee child. Ah.
Sodding knee cap
Went to a sports injury physio today....
The outcome wasn't great.
May need knee surgery...
Oh bugger.
The outcome wasn't great.
May need knee surgery...
Oh bugger.
Chi-Chi Bubba
This was too cute a picture not to share.
Me and Chi in bed... Look at her little pawsies..
Aww bless.
Success
"The path and desire to ones own measurement of success, is long, winding and exhausting". Remi O
Travelling through time and space.. oh the Boosh....
Today I watched the entire 1st Series of the Mighty boosh (whilst working might I add).I Love that shit!
British comedy at it's best:
Abstract, surreal, mental whilst bizarrely funny.
Electro poofs, talking Gorrillas, flying carpets and Nebu the Shamen.
Just Magic.
If you don't know... You better recognise.
http://www.themightyboosh.com
There's somebody for everyone? ... Really? Whoever said that?
Tonight I went to a birthday drink up in Greenwich.
It was the trafalgar Tavern pub that sits comfortably along the river front of Greenwich, looking out over the river thames and sitting comfortably adjacent to the beautiful Royal Naval College.
It was great to see the all my boys whom I went to school with... Love them all SO much!
You can't beat true friends.
The gathering was for Tim and Errols birthday celebrations (2 brothers).
Everyone had partners and for the 1st time in a long time, I felt 'uncomfortably' single.
Then I spotted another old friend from school walking through the pub, Helen.
Was great to see her....
Except... She was also with her new Beau.
Again, I became aware of my 'single' presence amoungst all the kissing and cuddling going on around me in this big group of about 20+.
Is the whole world coupled up?
It really feels like it is tonight.
Couples, couples, couples...
Even the people who look like they shouldn't be in a couple... Are in couples!
I feel like a single freak roaming the world that seems to be full of couples everywhere I look.
Get on a bus... See couples.
Out for dinner... See couples.
Standing at the checkout... I see couples.
Go for a run... I see couples.
Couples!
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
It was the trafalgar Tavern pub that sits comfortably along the river front of Greenwich, looking out over the river thames and sitting comfortably adjacent to the beautiful Royal Naval College.
It was great to see the all my boys whom I went to school with... Love them all SO much!
You can't beat true friends.
The gathering was for Tim and Errols birthday celebrations (2 brothers).
Everyone had partners and for the 1st time in a long time, I felt 'uncomfortably' single.
Then I spotted another old friend from school walking through the pub, Helen.
Was great to see her....
Except... She was also with her new Beau.
Again, I became aware of my 'single' presence amoungst all the kissing and cuddling going on around me in this big group of about 20+.
Is the whole world coupled up?
It really feels like it is tonight.
Couples, couples, couples...
Even the people who look like they shouldn't be in a couple... Are in couples!
I feel like a single freak roaming the world that seems to be full of couples everywhere I look.
Get on a bus... See couples.
Out for dinner... See couples.
Standing at the checkout... I see couples.
Go for a run... I see couples.
Couples!
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
Dreams and bad people...
It's been sometime since I penned any words on here... For good reason.
I lost my baby girl Onxy and during my time of grieving I kind of lost the will to write and express myself.
Anyway, I think I’m ready again…
Still miss my baby loads!
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So today, about 4.45am I awoke from a dream that ‘starred’ 3 people in the world that I trust the least right about now. 2 women and a man. 2 are regularly in my life, 1 pops up in my life more sporadically, but more recently, has seen me quite a lot…
I wonder if this is a sign of bad things to come in the near future?
Or maybe just a vivid warning?
These are the type of people who will smile a wide smile to your face… whilst plunging that knife deep into your back.
The sad and insecure type of person who’s only reason for disliking you – is that you are a stronger and more together person than they are.
Weak people.
I’m going to be swerve balling these people in the near future… However, as they are in my dreams, I’m sure something is brewing, something is imminent.
My dreams are always a sign of things to come.
I will be looking over my shoulder!
PUJ.
I lost my baby girl Onxy and during my time of grieving I kind of lost the will to write and express myself.
Anyway, I think I’m ready again…
Still miss my baby loads!
= = = = = = = = = = = = =
So today, about 4.45am I awoke from a dream that ‘starred’ 3 people in the world that I trust the least right about now. 2 women and a man. 2 are regularly in my life, 1 pops up in my life more sporadically, but more recently, has seen me quite a lot…
I wonder if this is a sign of bad things to come in the near future?
Or maybe just a vivid warning?
These are the type of people who will smile a wide smile to your face… whilst plunging that knife deep into your back.
The sad and insecure type of person who’s only reason for disliking you – is that you are a stronger and more together person than they are.
Weak people.
I’m going to be swerve balling these people in the near future… However, as they are in my dreams, I’m sure something is brewing, something is imminent.
My dreams are always a sign of things to come.
I will be looking over my shoulder!
PUJ.
Onyx died today
My baby girl cat Onyx - died in the early hours of this morning.It was sudden and a great shock to me.
I miss her so much already.
Man, I loved that cat.
I will write more about her when i can compose myself a bit better.
Spent all day crying.
Love you Onyx bear.
xx
Remi's Photoshoot
Today is Hot.
I leave home at 9.05 on the scooter.
So I arrive down some dodgy looking lane in east london - at the end of Brick lane. I'm on the bike and i look at the block of flats facing sunbury studios and think to myself. Where the hell am i going to leave my scooter with out it getting robbed from here?
Hmmm..
So I find a gate, in the workshop area and lock the bike up against that. Silently, i do a little prayer to god that no one will rob my bike.
I unload my bike.
Now believe me - i've never packed so much onto MY Little fella.
I had a huge fan strapped on the back of the bike (looked like some weird kinda bike A/C), I had a digital radio, i had tons of drinks, food, a laptop, rain clothes and summer clothes. I'm surprised the poor thing moved.
So i find the workshop - and i'm thinking to myself.. This is gonna be proper grubby :-/
I hadn't been to see it.
Ben (my photographer friend) found it. I trusted his judgement.
it's 9.55am.
I walk up the authentic wooden, and what looked liked hand carved stairs.. I could actually smell the wood.Turned into this all white, small, compact studio.
2 women were there.
I met Murae - the studio owner.Petite, long brown hair.
And Met Ina. The make up artist i found via Gumtree last night.She's small too. Lithuanian.
I got a good feel about her work she had sent me.And a good feel about her too, straight away.
Then Ben showed up.
I met Ben about 8/9 months ago - and i'm glad i've found him.
His photography is awesome. and he's doing me an fantastic deal today.
However there are no models. I didnt even worry about it for a second.
Then Ben says. Remi i saw a girl with big hair downstairs.I said, that'll be Yinka, the black girl.
So i go and get her from the car.She's with her manager and comes up with her suitcase and bits and bobs. She has amazing BIG curly, golden hair.She's like a size 6.Striking.
Mad as a hatter tho, hehe.
I call Bhavika, the indian model. She's around the corner. I go meet her.
She's indian, long hair, small and petite.Very warm.
I help her with her little suitcase.
By 10.15 i have:
A studio
A photographer
A make up artist
2 models
So far so good :-)
PART II
I have wireless interenet connection - which means i can work while i am here. Yay!
I put the digital radio on - and it creates a nice atmosphere.
I go to buy everyone some drinks and bagels - cos its hot and people are doing this for free, so the least i can do is feed and water them.
Whizz off on the scooter... Down brick lane to bagel bake.
As soon as a i pull up outside the bagel shop - theres this crack addict onto me.
Starts hanging around the bike - and touching it.
I'm like - 'why me?'
I always find them.
Skinny, black man who is so high on something he has no idea what day it is or where he is.
So he begs me for money. I say no.
He begs me for a bagel. I say no.
He begs me for soup. I say no.
Whilst tying up my bike and trying to keep my wallet safe.
He's still stroking my bike.
So i'm like - what fucking bagel do you want?
he's like tuna.
I'm like 'ok'.
I'll get you a bagel 0 just dont tounch my bike ok?
He's like 'is it insured?'
A FUCKING CRACK BABY asked me if its insured.
I was like 'Yup, tuna right?'
I could tell he was hungry. so i figured, he had to wait for his food - so he wouldn't be stealing my bike in the mean time. And he would scare off any potential bike thiefs.
So i bought the crack baby a bagel and my bike was safe.
Rode off with him waving at me like like i was his new best friend.
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PART III
Ben is giving me the most amount of jokes.
Is very gentle and passive.
But creative.
Watching him give direction and getting the girls to do crazy poses and jump about - is the funniest thing cos he's so gentle.
The girls are confident but a little inhibited and i think he's trying to get them out of their shells.
Yinka is hilarious.
We had a look on his laptop at pics of yinka.
THEY ARE HOT!
she's in a red and white bikini..
Stunning shots.
He's a great photographer.
Bhavika is up now in a red and white dress...
I just had my make up done by Ina.
I have yellow, green and purple/pink eyes and peachy lips.
I look much softer than usual.
Not colours i'd normally choose.
But it looks good - i'll get ben to take a pic of me.
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Part IV
Had my headshots shot done... hehe 15.00
I leave home at 9.05 on the scooter.
So I arrive down some dodgy looking lane in east london - at the end of Brick lane. I'm on the bike and i look at the block of flats facing sunbury studios and think to myself. Where the hell am i going to leave my scooter with out it getting robbed from here?
Hmmm..
So I find a gate, in the workshop area and lock the bike up against that. Silently, i do a little prayer to god that no one will rob my bike.
I unload my bike.
Now believe me - i've never packed so much onto MY Little fella.
I had a huge fan strapped on the back of the bike (looked like some weird kinda bike A/C), I had a digital radio, i had tons of drinks, food, a laptop, rain clothes and summer clothes. I'm surprised the poor thing moved.
So i find the workshop - and i'm thinking to myself.. This is gonna be proper grubby :-/
I hadn't been to see it.
Ben (my photographer friend) found it. I trusted his judgement.
it's 9.55am.
I walk up the authentic wooden, and what looked liked hand carved stairs.. I could actually smell the wood.Turned into this all white, small, compact studio.
2 women were there.
I met Murae - the studio owner.Petite, long brown hair.
And Met Ina. The make up artist i found via Gumtree last night.She's small too. Lithuanian.
I got a good feel about her work she had sent me.And a good feel about her too, straight away.
Then Ben showed up.
I met Ben about 8/9 months ago - and i'm glad i've found him.
His photography is awesome. and he's doing me an fantastic deal today.
However there are no models. I didnt even worry about it for a second.
Then Ben says. Remi i saw a girl with big hair downstairs.I said, that'll be Yinka, the black girl.
So i go and get her from the car.She's with her manager and comes up with her suitcase and bits and bobs. She has amazing BIG curly, golden hair.She's like a size 6.Striking.
Mad as a hatter tho, hehe.
I call Bhavika, the indian model. She's around the corner. I go meet her.
She's indian, long hair, small and petite.Very warm.
I help her with her little suitcase.
By 10.15 i have:
A studio
A photographer
A make up artist
2 models
So far so good :-)
PART II
I have wireless interenet connection - which means i can work while i am here. Yay!
I put the digital radio on - and it creates a nice atmosphere.
I go to buy everyone some drinks and bagels - cos its hot and people are doing this for free, so the least i can do is feed and water them.
Whizz off on the scooter... Down brick lane to bagel bake.
As soon as a i pull up outside the bagel shop - theres this crack addict onto me.
Starts hanging around the bike - and touching it.
I'm like - 'why me?'
I always find them.
Skinny, black man who is so high on something he has no idea what day it is or where he is.
So he begs me for money. I say no.
He begs me for a bagel. I say no.
He begs me for soup. I say no.
Whilst tying up my bike and trying to keep my wallet safe.
He's still stroking my bike.
So i'm like - what fucking bagel do you want?
he's like tuna.
I'm like 'ok'.
I'll get you a bagel 0 just dont tounch my bike ok?
He's like 'is it insured?'
A FUCKING CRACK BABY asked me if its insured.
I was like 'Yup, tuna right?'
I could tell he was hungry. so i figured, he had to wait for his food - so he wouldn't be stealing my bike in the mean time. And he would scare off any potential bike thiefs.
So i bought the crack baby a bagel and my bike was safe.
Rode off with him waving at me like like i was his new best friend.
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PART III
Ben is giving me the most amount of jokes.
Is very gentle and passive.
But creative.
Watching him give direction and getting the girls to do crazy poses and jump about - is the funniest thing cos he's so gentle.
The girls are confident but a little inhibited and i think he's trying to get them out of their shells.
Yinka is hilarious.
We had a look on his laptop at pics of yinka.
THEY ARE HOT!
she's in a red and white bikini..
Stunning shots.
He's a great photographer.
Bhavika is up now in a red and white dress...
I just had my make up done by Ina.
I have yellow, green and purple/pink eyes and peachy lips.
I look much softer than usual.
Not colours i'd normally choose.
But it looks good - i'll get ben to take a pic of me.
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Part IV
Had my headshots shot done... hehe 15.00
Rem's Quote of the week
A really beautiful quote me thinks:
“See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence;
see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence...
We need silence to be able to touch souls.”
Mother Teresa of Calcutta
So last week - was an interesting week - Part Trois
On Thursday 15th June
Marie Blackwood died suddenly.
Aged 48.
She left 5 beautiful children.
She was a dear friend of Bev's family - someone who i spent a lot of my teenage years around.
A loud, funny, passionate and giving individual.
Who will be deeply missed.
R.I.P Marie.
Love you.
Your spirit will live on in so many of us, forever.
X
P.S. picture was taken after her coffin had been left at crematorium - the horses were beautiful and well behaved the whole time. The sun shone elegantly over the whole day...
So last week - was an interesting week - Part Deux
On Wednesday the 14th – I busted up my knee playing basketball.Me and another girl (zoi) collided, hit the deck hard, I twisted my knee and she twisted her ankle.
May not sound much – but the pain was a little nauseating.
Had an xray and what not - and on codeine for the pain...Now on crutches.
I have a tournament in Glasgow on June 30th that i need to be match ready for...
So i'm icing and doing small exercises to make it better real soon.
And I’ve only had 1 day on my new bike…
* Sigh *
So last week - was an interesting week.
On Tuesday the 13th – I got my new bike.
Yay!Fantastic. Superb. Orgasmic.
These picture have led to various 'Dyke on a bike' references from some of my friends...
Girl Talk..
Emails between my sister and I:About the scar on my right hand
My sis makes natural products by the way (for those that don't know): inkylovesnature.com
> -----Her Original Message----->
From: Leesah B>
Sent: 06 June 2006 12:08>
To: Oduyemi, Remi>
Subject: product update!
>> I made some stuff, it's waiting to be shipped out to you… i have a lip balm, hair conditioner, hair cream, body oil, hair oil, poo bar etc...>> how is your hair now, is it still in braids, how often do you wash it?> do you still have that iron burn mark on your hand, or is it totally> cleared up?
My Reply:
On Jun 6, 2006, at 7:17 AM,
Oduyemi, Remi wrote:
> Hair still in braids. Cos I am well lazy.
> Don't know what else to do with it - that doesn't take up too much time.
>Natural is hard work.
> Relaxer makes my hair break.
>> Haven't got a clue what to do with it.
When I come out to NY (soon hopefully) you can give me some tips and ideas.
Cos I'm clueless.. I don't think twisting it will look good on me either
I just don't know...
The scar on my hand is there for life and permanent.
Its not like a cut scar... it's the type of scar you get when you iron cotton trousers and the heat is too much - the material bonds together and becomes hard. You can NEVER fix it - iron it out or smooth it out.
All you can do is cut out some material and sew over it.
Which surgeons said they would do if I want it – but it would restrict movement in my hand… right now I have perfect movement in the hand (with the scar) – So why screw that up for vanity?
In a weird way - I really like it.
Its character building.. and to me it just makes me different..
I kinda like it.
Her reply:
-----Original Message-----
From: Leesah B
Sent: 06 June 2006 12:29
To: Oduyemi, Remi
Subject: Re: product update!
I know, the hair thing is a nightmare, im lazy too, i just wear a nappy afro, i cant take it,the best hair i ever saw you with was the braids in jamaica, twists would look beautifulon you, only thing is it takes time, unless you can find/afford a natural hair dresser to doit every two weeks, i asked because i wanted to see if i could make something, maybeyou would not be able to test the hair cream properly?
and that was beautiful what you said about your hand, again I asked because I was gonna send you an eo blend for keloid skin, also sonia had asked me if you still had it, because she felt like a bad mother letting it happen, but im to blame too, I was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons and saw you crawl over to the iron, what a nightmare, I still remember all the hospital visits, i was with you all the time, but I’m so glad that you feel that way about it, it's true that is part of what makes you remi and not any one else and oh what a story!
I'm qualified to ride!
I did my CBT (compulsory bike training) yesterday in the sweltering UK heat – with my helmet on all day. Twas not the greatest of days to do it – although I think I almost preferred that to trying to ride in the rain.
Not only did it give me great confidence on the bike – I learnt a hell of a lot about road safety and the rights that bicyclists have on the road.
For a 'newbie' on the road I was told I had excellent riding skills and good control over the bike. Sha-mone! The instructor pulled me to one side at the end of the day to ask me if I was sure I hadn't ridden before!
Admittedly I rode a scooter in Thailand and In Ayia Napa… But it wasn't much and to be honest in thailand it was more 'survival riding' than anything. By the way being on a bike to see a new country is a FANTASTIC way to do it.
Anyway – I can now ride any bike up to 125cc.
I've got my certificate now!
Remi's new scooter!
I recently purchased myself a new toy to make myself happy... Let's be honest, no one else was gonna buy it for me....
I've got it in white for better visibility (and all that good stuff).
So I went out with the intension of buying an old school vespa - cos they look wicked and I ended up with this. Bender Kelly is most
certainly to blame!I told him I wanted to get a bike cos driving in london... or should i say sitting in my car in traffic (in london) - when trying to get to meetings - was driving me insane.
1 hour to drive 6 miles? Fuck me that's wanky.
And what a pointless waste of time..
So i said fuck it - get a bike and whizz about - live baby - dont waste your life locked in a car in a traffic jam.
So anyway - He started going on in his boring (but actually sensible and correct way) about how i should buy a new bike cos it'll come with Gaurantees and insurance and blah blah blah blah... And I went from wanting to spend £500 - to spending £2500 ON A SCOOTERRRRRRRRRRRRRR! That goes no faster than 50mph.. hmmm....
But you know what.... 50mph is a hell of a lot faster than 0mph when i'm sat in my car in 2 mile fucking car backup.
So that's where we are at.
If you hate my new bike - well... I probably hate you.
If you like my new bike... - well, you can be in my club.
By the way - in the event that i get killed whilst learning how to ride my new bike - in london, where car drivers dont give a fuck about people on bikes...
Can someone ensure that when i'm buried in my coffin - that i have the following:
- Firstly check that i really am dead, nothing worse than being buried alive
- Secondly a duvet wrapped around me (I don't like to sleep without a cover and i might get cold down there)
- and thirdly my ipod. It has to be on the songs playlist so all my tunes can just run and run....
Thank you and good night!
My quote of the week
'Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word,
a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring,
all of which have the potential to turn a life around'.
-Leo Buscaglia, author (1924-1998)
Size does not matter!
Umm...
Well..... Let me just figure out how to attach a picture now...
Durrrrrr
Size does not matter!
Here is a picture of my Basketball team that I set up 2 years ago.
London Storm BC!
In our first year we came 2nd in the league, which was an amazing achievement, as we'd not played together and hardly had any players.
This year (year2) – the squad grew in numbers and grew in strength too on the basketball court. This year – we finished FIRST!
The teams in the league this year were even tougher than the teams last year…
And we went on to beat teams this year… who whooped us last year.
I set up the team after years of B/S and drama's at other clubs.
And just couldn't take it anymore!
I wanted somewhere where women could turn up and play ball and have a laugh… have no backstabbing and bitching, develop as ball players through great coaching and to have a social network of friends who you can have fun with.
Amazingly – my objective has been achieved and that makes me so happy.
I'm so proud of the team and the core of women which have been assembled.
We are so diverse too: Australia , Ireland, Czech Republic, America , Greece, France , Africa, Russia .. and a few brits!
We are quite possibly the shortest basketball team in the world (I'm only 5'7 and a 1/2) - but you know what. SIZE DOES NOT MATTER!
We are the shortest champions in the world – but you know what… we still are the champions!
Sha-mone!
Film reviews in one word (ish)
Mission Impossible - Excitingly good [Remi Rating 3.5]
Da Vinci Code - Cack. Poo. Plop. (well... they are 1 word each right?) [Remi Rating 0.5]
Failure to Launch - Funny, well delivered [Remi Rating 3.0]
Failure to Launch - Funny, well delivered [Remi Rating 3.0]
Bonjour mon amie
I haven't written on here for sometime as I've been too busy to just about breathe.
My current life involves a massive web design and build project for a new online directory search site.
Similar (but better) than yell.com
Boy its big.
So i've been engulfed in that for over 2months now - but its nearing the end now..
I can see that light at the end of that Loooooonnnnng Tunnel!
I've also been running my business - going well still.
I've also begun p/t work for a company co-ordinating some big projects for them.
So every hour of my life is pretty much accounted for at the moment with work.
But I love to be so busy - it makes it so much sweeter when I rest.
Hence my favourite quote of the week:
'Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop.'
Insomniac
I can't sleep. Been happening alot lately... too much in my head.
Been up since 3am.
Keep thinking about those damn 80's shows and realised i missed a ton off previous list...
Yes, that's what keeping me awake tonight.
Danger mouse - how could i have left that off?
Thunder, thunder, thunder cats.
Dungeons and dragons
Wacky races
ALF - now that was funny
Mork and Mindy
Punky Brewster - YES, i liked that show
The littlest HOBO - awwwwww that show was so cute
The wonder years - Kevin.
The Waltons - Come on now, that was a Sunday tradition in our house. I can hear the theme tune now.
Dallas - JR
Dynasty
Kids in the hall - 4 all you anoraks out there. That was some surreal arse funny shit, way ahead of its time. 'I'm squishing your head'.
Loved that.
TJ Hooker
Cagney and Lacey - I miss those girls
Colombo - I still like watching the re-runs of columbo
Doogie Howser... All though this could be early 90's. That kid had a big old basketball sized head.
Got any more I've forgotten?
Add them.. Lets reminisce together
80's TV
Working full time from home means I get to watch a lot of TV.
It has to be said that I miss the 80's / early 90's TV.
The Smurfs - Ahh little blue people with silly white hats. Love that. Pappa smurf was a pimp.
Fraggle-rock
He-man
Sesame street
Bananaman - Remember Acacia Avenue?
Thundercats
Saturday superstore
The A-Team
The Golden Girls
Man I miss that stuff.
Those were the days.....
*Muah*
myspace.com
I have a new space on the web for my business.
It's great for networking with people in the music industry.
Loving it.
Lots of gifted artists on this space. Check me out...
I'm also in love with this womans voice:
Corrine Bailey Rae. Simply magical.
Saw Mikey today
I saw autistic mikey today....
He was rolling down the high street pushing a shopping cart full of plastic bags, wearing shades and looking back over his shoulder the whole time and not looking where he was walking...Seemed in a happy mood.
He didn't see me today.
He didn't see me today.
But I saw him.
That's what matters right?
Super heroes
My sis just said to me online:
"If you were a super hero, you would be "evil scorpio"
Ain't that some funny shit?
LMAO
Only cos i said i couldn't believe my sister was jessica simpson.
Dumb & Blonde
Autistic basketball player creates mayhem at game
There is this amazing video of an Autistic guy playing Basketball.
Jason McElwain, an autistic high school basketball team member in Rochester NY, served as the coach's assistant and spirit leader for several years. On the final game of the season the coach let him finally put on a jersey with the rest of the team. Watch what happens then...
This is one of those rare stories that makes you drop everything and share it with everybody
I'm loving it.
This is one of those rare stories that makes you drop everything and share it with everybody
I'm loving it.
Overcoming Adversity
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never failing, but in rising every time we fail".
Nelson Mandela
Man, I love that quote.
Man, I love that quote.
Am I just an old fart?
I have to admit to being slightly concerned about the fact that during this week i have enjoyed nothing more, than sitting down in front of the TV and watching the on ice CURLING at the Winter Olmpics. I like the way the team stands about discussing how to knock the other ones disc thing out of the way, and you get to hear it on tele... That's funny.
I like the fact that there are PAID commentators for this sport. Are you fucking kidding me?
they say things like... 'Ah, Yes, well that was a good stone' or 'There seems to be a bit of flatness about them today'.
WTF?? people get paid to say that shit!
And the 2 people with the brooms who sweep at such a fast rate in front of the disc and are always shouting.
This shit is funny to watch.
And i love when the dude who slides down the ice on one knee and releases the disc thing.. and the instant feeling you get inside (when you think you know best) that goes..
'Oohhhhh... that's a little bit to hard there my son' or 'too soft, too soft, not enough push behind that one, you're rubbish'.
I like the fact that there are PAID commentators for this sport. Are you fucking kidding me?
they say things like... 'Ah, Yes, well that was a good stone' or 'There seems to be a bit of flatness about them today'.
WTF?? people get paid to say that shit!
And the 2 people with the brooms who sweep at such a fast rate in front of the disc and are always shouting.
This shit is funny to watch.
And i love when the dude who slides down the ice on one knee and releases the disc thing.. and the instant feeling you get inside (when you think you know best) that goes..
'Oohhhhh... that's a little bit to hard there my son' or 'too soft, too soft, not enough push behind that one, you're rubbish'.
Like I have ANY clue WTF i'm talking about.
Isn't curling something that old people like?
Isn't curling something that old people like?
Is this a sign that i'm getting old now?
USA are currently kickin GB's ass for a 3rd place medal.
Nice!
Autistic Mikey
Some days I thank my lucky stars for being born open minded, non judgemental and not frightened of people cos of how they look, behave or act. I sometimes think it's a bit of a gift to just accept things for what they are and why they are and not have to compartmentalise them.
I love the fact that I'm not prejudice, I'm not homophobic and that I'm nice to animals and old people (even if they do smell of piss).
I hate that people screw there noses up at alcoholics and pretend that they can't see homeless people on the street. Does it really cost anything to make eye contact and just be nice to people?
I think this probably makes me a little unique, but I am truly like this – very accepting of others and sometimes maybe even a little too much…
Today a man followed me around the store for ages whilst I was doing my shopping.. I knew he was doing it and I smiled to myself. I've seen him before. He's a tall Black man about 6'0 not particularly big in build, but tall, wears quite thick glasses, but always looks quite well dressed. Has a big smile on his face. Has a presence about him.
To me, he's non threatening (but that's cos of who I am), to others, he's quite terrifying and I think that's cos he moves in an unnatural way and also has a poor sense of personal space. He'll get up all close on you and just remain there.
I got to the checkout and was queuing up to pay for my goods and I decided to watch the people who by now were watching this man, who was simply stood there watching me.
Now when I say watching me… I mean he was staring, fixated and not moving, almost hypnotised by me. The lady in front of me turned around and Said 'Oh, we've got a mad one there' and started to laugh. I looked at her and gave her the blankest and most dead looking face I could muster. She quickly turned back around.
The woman behind me and nearest to this man, was at this point looking like she was about to shit her pants and shuffled a few feet to her left to put some distance between her and him.
I continued to watch other people and they were all doing the point the finger to the temple and give the 'he's mad' sign.
I actually thought in my head – You judgemental bunch of turds.
And then he spoke to me.
Really loudly.
'You have the most beautiful hair' he said
I smiled at him and said 'Thank you Mikey'.
He then said what he always says and what he's obviously practised and practised and practised over and over again.
'Hi my name is Mikey, I'm autistic and that's why I behave like this. I'm autistic and my name is Mikey'.
And then you could see the look on peoples face change when they realised this man was no threat. A few still had a scared look on their faces, I mean a big black autistic man could still be a problem to some of them, so they either guiltily looked away or stared at him even more… just to make sure he never attacked them or anything.
Fucking idiots.
He then asked to touch my hair.
I let him.
He then asked if he could kiss my hair.
I let him.
He then turned to leave me be.
And the stupid woman behind me said 'well that's the best chat up line I've ever seen'.
completely not getting it.
I only managed to mutter 'idiot' under my breath and pay for my shopping and leave.
The first time I met mikey, he ran about half a mile down Lewisham high street following me (or my hair should I say) – and he caught up with me, waited till I removed my headphones, and said:
'Hi my name is Mikey, I'm autistic and that's why I behave like this.
I'm autistic and my name is Mikey'. And he then gave me a red rose and told me I was beautiful.
He made me smile that day and walk with a little skip in my step.
I'd love to see a non autistic man behave in this way…
we'd have a lot more happier women roaming about.
Free meal in London anyone?
I strongly recommend that if you are in London and are a bit hungry…
try a London restaurant where they have a new craze going on - They pay you to eat in there!
Yup, it truly happened.
try a London restaurant where they have a new craze going on - They pay you to eat in there!
Yup, it truly happened.
On sat night Glenn and I went for dinner at Adams Ribs just off Piccadilly circus.
They do some fine ass ribs and chicken wings (American style, mmm).
So we ate till our bellies were full, drank till our guts hurt and then we asked for the bill… sure enough it arrived, in a big brown wallet…
Glenn opened it… and inside,
was cash from a previous customer. £21 in fact!
Being from 'the country' – where shit like that never happens, Glenn was like 'oh, we have to tell someone'. Looking over his shoulder and shit..
And for some reason I instinctively turned into what can only be described as a 'Ghetto rat' I was like 'Nah uh. Never look a gift horse in the mouth my dear'.
It was funny as hell cos no one knew… and I think we both thought about it for a minute, then I was like, 'right lets bounce' (still in ghetto rat mode!?!)
He didn't want to do it.. But I kinda made him be a bit naughty and use it in the end.. and we got a cheap meal out that night (less than a Tenner).
Fantastic!
They do some fine ass ribs and chicken wings (American style, mmm).
So we ate till our bellies were full, drank till our guts hurt and then we asked for the bill… sure enough it arrived, in a big brown wallet…
Glenn opened it… and inside,
was cash from a previous customer. £21 in fact!
Being from 'the country' – where shit like that never happens, Glenn was like 'oh, we have to tell someone'. Looking over his shoulder and shit..
And for some reason I instinctively turned into what can only be described as a 'Ghetto rat' I was like 'Nah uh. Never look a gift horse in the mouth my dear'.
It was funny as hell cos no one knew… and I think we both thought about it for a minute, then I was like, 'right lets bounce' (still in ghetto rat mode!?!)
He didn't want to do it.. But I kinda made him be a bit naughty and use it in the end.. and we got a cheap meal out that night (less than a Tenner).
Fantastic!
Moral of this story?
Don't employ lazy waitresses, they'll fuck up your business for sure.
Appropriate naming of your children
I went to the Gym today.
I was riding on the cross trainer working up a good old sweat.
Ipod blaring loudly in my ears.. I was in my zone....not a care in the world.
Then i got the sense that someone was trying to get my attention.. I could feel eyes glaring into the side of my head.
I look up and into the mirror in front of me.. and there to my right, 2 cross trainers away was a woman who i haven't seen in years. A friend of my mothers.
A short woman in statue.
A round woman in shape.
I was riding on the cross trainer working up a good old sweat.
Ipod blaring loudly in my ears.. I was in my zone....not a care in the world.
Then i got the sense that someone was trying to get my attention.. I could feel eyes glaring into the side of my head.
I look up and into the mirror in front of me.. and there to my right, 2 cross trainers away was a woman who i haven't seen in years. A friend of my mothers.
A short woman in statue.
A round woman in shape.
A dark woman in colour.
(not too dissimilar to an oompahloompah infact.. perhaps not so orange)
The only way i can think of as a correct way to describe her physical being is...
You know when you go into gyms, they have these ROUND space like balls that people sit on to do sit ups and things..
Well, imagine one of those round perfectly spherical balls...with a pair of shoes underneath it, and a pumpkin on top
And that is about proportional to how this woman looks...
You know when you go into gyms, they have these ROUND space like balls that people sit on to do sit ups and things..
Well, imagine one of those round perfectly spherical balls...with a pair of shoes underneath it, and a pumpkin on top
And that is about proportional to how this woman looks...
About the same height too.
And do you know what's funny?
Her parents chose to call her....
Her parents chose to call her....
wait for it....
Ppppp....
PEACHES!
That is no word of a lie.
All i have to say.. is be careful what you call your children.
The other good thing about seeing someone of this size and moving at the pace of a hedgegog on the machines next to you..
PEACHES!
That is no word of a lie.
All i have to say.. is be careful what you call your children.
The other good thing about seeing someone of this size and moving at the pace of a hedgegog on the machines next to you..
Makes you realise, you are no where near as big as you think you are.
And to appreciate what you have... cos there's always someone who has got it much worse than you.
A beautiful quote
"CHERISH YOUR VISION; CHERISH YOUR IDEALS;
CHERISH THE MUSIC THAT STIRS IN YOUR HEART,
THE BEAUTY THAT FORMS IN YOUR MIND,
THE LOVELINESS THAT DRAPES YOUR PUREST THOUGHTS,
IF YOU REMAIN TRUE TO THEM,
YOUR WORLD WILL AT LAST BE BUILT."
James Allen
I just thought this was a beautiful quote and was quite moved by it.
CHERISH THE MUSIC THAT STIRS IN YOUR HEART,
THE BEAUTY THAT FORMS IN YOUR MIND,
THE LOVELINESS THAT DRAPES YOUR PUREST THOUGHTS,
IF YOU REMAIN TRUE TO THEM,
YOUR WORLD WILL AT LAST BE BUILT."
James Allen
I just thought this was a beautiful quote and was quite moved by it.
Old blogs that I didn't want to lose
Monday, May 12, 2003 ( 12:32 PM ) Secrets
I had a realisation this morning whilst sitting on the train going over the Hungerford Bridge, looking out at the River Thames.
I'm shit at keeping secrets.
Not intentionally shit. Just kinda accidentally shit.
Like I’ll 'accidentally' tell someone something that i know i shouldn't have said and then cover my arse by saying.. 'Oh, you mustn't tell anyone - because it's a secret.'
Well Rem if it's a secret why did you say it?Feck knows!
I think my problem is i like to talk too much.
And I’m far too honest - so i let everything out, I don't like holding things in.
But i like to think I’m a good judge of character... so the people who i do let things slip too, i kinda know they wont say anything... or at least that's what i think. But i guess people must have thought that about me too right?
*Sheesh* I'm a nightmare.
My worst has got to be casually telling my best mate that our other group of mates called his girlfriend an 'Oompaloommpaa' behind his back.('Oompaloommpaa' = Charlie and the chocolate factory.. the short fat people with Orange faces and Green hair).
Come to think of it - it wasn't even so much of a secret... more just straight up plain stoopidity on my part.
He didn't talk to me for a few days. Still trying to figure out why i do stupid shit like that.
Anyway, got work to do. I'm slacking! Just thought I’d air that whilst i had it in my mind.
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Sunday, May 11, 2003 ( 2:00 PM )
This time last Sunday I was on the train with my little foster brother (Now 11 or 12 - i forget), going to the Nike Freestyle competition at Earls Court.There were some incredibly talent players there with awesome skill and talent... Ballers, soccer players and even frisbee (!?!) players were all giving it some..Made me realise i've a got a lot of work to do on my ball handling skills. I could be so much better.
Thought i'd share a picture with you all.
~Remstar X
Saturday, May 10, 2003 ( 8:47 PM ) Confusion
I'm at a crossroads and am not entirely sure which way to go. The weird thing is that i've been at this very same cross-road before... and I took the wrong turning. I went a long way down the wrong road. It was an ugly trek back,I vowed then and there never to take the same route again.
Yet i'm here at the very same cross-road again. And just like last time... the start of one route looks so tempting, beautiful and possibly even magical - but it's destination is unknown.
Whilst the other route looks safe, secure not so exciting... but with a definite end in site..
There's no fear of the unknown.
My head tells me take the safe and known route.Whilst my heart keeps leading me up the more appealing and exciting route - the one with an unlear destination.
I've already tried the exciting route a couple of times.But I only go so far and run back again to the safety of the crossroad.
Is the crossroad a safe place to be?
Should I even be questioning where i'm going?
Maybe i should i just take the safe route - and be sure of where i'm going. That would be easiest.
That's not me. I'd have a longing to know what was on the other side.
I like to take a risk. I like to explore the unknown. That's just my nature.But i don't want to get burned twice going down the wrong road again.
Hmm. Confusion.
Time will tell.
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I had a realisation this morning whilst sitting on the train going over the Hungerford Bridge, looking out at the River Thames.
I'm shit at keeping secrets.
Not intentionally shit. Just kinda accidentally shit.
Like I’ll 'accidentally' tell someone something that i know i shouldn't have said and then cover my arse by saying.. 'Oh, you mustn't tell anyone - because it's a secret.'
Well Rem if it's a secret why did you say it?Feck knows!
I think my problem is i like to talk too much.
And I’m far too honest - so i let everything out, I don't like holding things in.
But i like to think I’m a good judge of character... so the people who i do let things slip too, i kinda know they wont say anything... or at least that's what i think. But i guess people must have thought that about me too right?
*Sheesh* I'm a nightmare.
My worst has got to be casually telling my best mate that our other group of mates called his girlfriend an 'Oompaloommpaa' behind his back.('Oompaloommpaa' = Charlie and the chocolate factory.. the short fat people with Orange faces and Green hair).
Come to think of it - it wasn't even so much of a secret... more just straight up plain stoopidity on my part.
He didn't talk to me for a few days. Still trying to figure out why i do stupid shit like that.
Anyway, got work to do. I'm slacking! Just thought I’d air that whilst i had it in my mind.
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Sunday, May 11, 2003 ( 2:00 PM )
This time last Sunday I was on the train with my little foster brother (Now 11 or 12 - i forget), going to the Nike Freestyle competition at Earls Court.There were some incredibly talent players there with awesome skill and talent... Ballers, soccer players and even frisbee (!?!) players were all giving it some..Made me realise i've a got a lot of work to do on my ball handling skills. I could be so much better.
Thought i'd share a picture with you all.
~Remstar X
Saturday, May 10, 2003 ( 8:47 PM ) Confusion
I'm at a crossroads and am not entirely sure which way to go. The weird thing is that i've been at this very same cross-road before... and I took the wrong turning. I went a long way down the wrong road. It was an ugly trek back,I vowed then and there never to take the same route again.
Yet i'm here at the very same cross-road again. And just like last time... the start of one route looks so tempting, beautiful and possibly even magical - but it's destination is unknown.
Whilst the other route looks safe, secure not so exciting... but with a definite end in site..
There's no fear of the unknown.
My head tells me take the safe and known route.Whilst my heart keeps leading me up the more appealing and exciting route - the one with an unlear destination.
I've already tried the exciting route a couple of times.But I only go so far and run back again to the safety of the crossroad.
Is the crossroad a safe place to be?
Should I even be questioning where i'm going?
Maybe i should i just take the safe route - and be sure of where i'm going. That would be easiest.
That's not me. I'd have a longing to know what was on the other side.
I like to take a risk. I like to explore the unknown. That's just my nature.But i don't want to get burned twice going down the wrong road again.
Hmm. Confusion.
Time will tell.
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Valentines day 2006
Well, V day was a couple of days ago now and there wasn't even so much as a flutterance (is that a real word? Probably not, knowing me, I do love to make up words, it’s the only way our species will evolve I believe) nor was there even a slow trickle of cards that graced my letter box this year.
Nothing, nada, Nein, nope.. poop.
So it's official, :: NEWS FLASH :: no one loves me this year.
Well, Ok to be fair... I may be being a bit of a drama queen here… I did get 4 text messages on my mobile phone wishing me happy v day from 4 male friends... So I wonder.... should that count?
I mean when did text messages ‘officially’ become ok instead of sending a card?
Hmm, I wonder...
I’m guessing it does count nowadays to receive a text wish instead of a card. But why should that be ok? Have we lowered our standards? Should women accept this?
Or does it just reflect on what a shite day it actually is?
I mean half the population on valentines day just feels smug and content with themselves for having a ‘partner’… and the other half of the population feels a bit sad and lonely (and anyone who’s single and say’s they don’t feel like that, are liars!) .
So back to Valentines Day TEXT wishes, I wonder, does this just make them all cheap gits?
I mean it’s only a quid right for a card these days? OR ... if one was really hard up (for a quid?!?) then one could invest some time with a bit of paper, some coloured pens and a pair of scissors and make a heartfelt and homemade v card, right?
But now I’ve said that, I start to think… Hmm, how impressed would I actually be having received a home made card from a fully grown man (who up until this point I thought I quite liked), who was trying to impress me?
The answer has to be, ‘not very’.
I’d immediately start thinking ‘he has childhood issues’, ‘He wasn’t loved enough as a child’…
I’d have my hiking boots on in about 0.5 secs and be heading for the hills in haste.
So that blows my idea out of the water (what I just said above about home made cards).
Some friends of mine got fuck all on Valentines Day, so I should be grateful I suppose. 4 people actually thought about me for a second or two, so I should be grateful and stop moaning really.
But I always think it’s nice to have a little rant and let it out of your system…
Exhale… Ahhhhhhhhh.
Nothing, nada, Nein, nope.. poop.
So it's official, :: NEWS FLASH :: no one loves me this year.
Well, Ok to be fair... I may be being a bit of a drama queen here… I did get 4 text messages on my mobile phone wishing me happy v day from 4 male friends... So I wonder.... should that count?
I mean when did text messages ‘officially’ become ok instead of sending a card?
Hmm, I wonder...
I’m guessing it does count nowadays to receive a text wish instead of a card. But why should that be ok? Have we lowered our standards? Should women accept this?
Or does it just reflect on what a shite day it actually is?
I mean half the population on valentines day just feels smug and content with themselves for having a ‘partner’… and the other half of the population feels a bit sad and lonely (and anyone who’s single and say’s they don’t feel like that, are liars!) .
So back to Valentines Day TEXT wishes, I wonder, does this just make them all cheap gits?
I mean it’s only a quid right for a card these days? OR ... if one was really hard up (for a quid?!?) then one could invest some time with a bit of paper, some coloured pens and a pair of scissors and make a heartfelt and homemade v card, right?
But now I’ve said that, I start to think… Hmm, how impressed would I actually be having received a home made card from a fully grown man (who up until this point I thought I quite liked), who was trying to impress me?
The answer has to be, ‘not very’.
I’d immediately start thinking ‘he has childhood issues’, ‘He wasn’t loved enough as a child’…
I’d have my hiking boots on in about 0.5 secs and be heading for the hills in haste.
So that blows my idea out of the water (what I just said above about home made cards).
Some friends of mine got fuck all on Valentines Day, so I should be grateful I suppose. 4 people actually thought about me for a second or two, so I should be grateful and stop moaning really.
But I always think it’s nice to have a little rant and let it out of your system…
Exhale… Ahhhhhhhhh.
Is this a scam? or 'is my sister an idiot?'
Tuesday, April 29, 2003 ( 7:24 PM )
The other day my sis sent around to a few people an email... you've probably seen it... it's that microsoft one that says microsoft will give you money if you do forward this email to everyone on your address book or something like that blah blah blah.... And that it really works and Microsoft will give you all this money.. Yadadadada.
It's a big scam and has been around forever...
so my sis sends the same scam email around (to everyone on her list) asking:
(genuinely) 'is this a scam'?
Let me introduce Bobs reply..
Bob is mine and my sis's friend living in NYC near my sister.
I'm still pissing myself over it even whilst writing this....LOL (Sorry leesah, Love ya x)
>From: bob
>To: remi, leesah scott
>Subject: is leesah an idiot for asking????
>Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 09:27:54 -0700 (PDT) >
>hey, some guy on the internet wants my pin number from my atm machine, he also wants all my credit card numbers with the passwords and the keys to my apartment... is this some kind of scam, or am i just a stupid idiot to have to ask????? duh...
I got a stitch from laughing so hard... I shit you not!
The other day my sis sent around to a few people an email... you've probably seen it... it's that microsoft one that says microsoft will give you money if you do forward this email to everyone on your address book or something like that blah blah blah.... And that it really works and Microsoft will give you all this money.. Yadadadada.
It's a big scam and has been around forever...
so my sis sends the same scam email around (to everyone on her list) asking:
(genuinely) 'is this a scam'?
Let me introduce Bobs reply..
Bob is mine and my sis's friend living in NYC near my sister.
I'm still pissing myself over it even whilst writing this....LOL (Sorry leesah, Love ya x)
>From: bob
>To: remi, leesah scott
>Subject: is leesah an idiot for asking????
>Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 09:27:54 -0700 (PDT) >
>hey, some guy on the internet wants my pin number from my atm machine, he also wants all my credit card numbers with the passwords and the keys to my apartment... is this some kind of scam, or am i just a stupid idiot to have to ask????? duh...
I got a stitch from laughing so hard... I shit you not!