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Singing puppies to sleep.
This has to be the cutest thing I ever did see.
Singing puppies to sleep.
Adorable.
Singing puppies to sleep.
Adorable.
Turrets
I’ve mentioned this before on another blog I think...
But I do genuinely think I must suffer from some mild form of turrets syndrome.
I swore in a church the other day – whilst talking to a minister....
Fucking Awesome.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
But I do genuinely think I must suffer from some mild form of turrets syndrome.
I swore in a church the other day – whilst talking to a minister....
Fucking Awesome.
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
Rems Vs Shyness
** I wrote this blog on 10.06.08 on a train ride back from Manchester - where I spent the afternoon with Ruth Badger from the Apprentice - and realised how much of a donut I actually am**
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The biggest lesson I’ve learned today is to ask for help when I need it!
Yes, to actually ask!
Whether it’s for money, support, an object... or just a hug.. that unless I ask clearly for what I want, it’s not going to come to me... or it will.. but only after I’ve run a long and convoluted and complicated way around the houses to get to it.
I’m not actually sure if deep down I’m just an idiot..
Or if deep down my shyness, which does exist, is stronger than I ever imagined that it was.
I’ve always known it’s been there... but I’ve fought with it my whole life which is why I probably seem the complete opposite and come across as totally confident. Low and behold should anyone know that i'm 'shy'! To me shyness has always been a weakness. I know that’s not right but it’s how I’ve always seen it.
My closest friends of mine know it’s there in me too.
They’ve seen it and commented on it. But most people who don’t know me that well... would think I am the least shy person they know.
I think my shyness is like what kryptonite is to superman.. Paralysing and a fecking royal pain in the arse.
Ok, maybe not as harsh as kryptonite.. But it’s the one thing that’ll bring me to my knees when it’s crunch time. This includes crunch time at: Basketball, business, relationships... you name it... I think it’s been a major contributory factor to my own lack of success in many areas...
'My own lack of success' doesn't make me a loser - i'm just not as successfull as I had hoped I would be by now.
World domination is a rather large target to meet admittedly.
I’m shy around boys that I like... (but aren't all girls?) - so nothing ever happens because I’m too shy to say what it is I want.
I’m shy in business and don’t ask for what I need when I need it - to make me more successful.
I’m shy about my background and the shit I’ve endured & I remain silent when I know I should speak up and let people know the truth sometimes.
I had another annoying problem for a really long time...
Truthfully it’s still not fully gone away yet... But I’m getting better at it.
The problem was that if I was ever given a compliment - I would always reject it.. with a ‘shut up’ or ‘no I don’t’ or ‘don’t say that’ – until a very wise ex boyfriend of mine told me once what I was doing and calmly said to me... ‘Rem, the next time I give you a compliment all I want you to do is say ‘thank you’ and nothing else. Just accept it. Do you think you can do that?’.
I thought about it. Could I do that? I could do that.
Seems simple enough... Doesn’t it?
I said yes. And ever since I still do it to this day.. When I get a compliment now I always hear his voice in the back of my mind and what he said to me... and a little shy ‘thank you’ squeaks out of my throat.
Occasionally I lapse on this.. like the other day my best friend’s wife said to me as I turned up at the pub ‘Rems you look liked you’ve lost some weight’ and I said ‘Thanks that really sweet of you... but I haven’t! I think I’ve put some on actually’. Man I was kicking myself. I took her kind words and instead of just saying thank you, I pissed all over it like the EEJIT I sometimes I am. It’s all rooted in my shyness – and not wanting to be the centre of attention and not wanting to be noticed and talked about.... Yet I always am. Isn’t that weird?
Back to my shyness – I think it comes from a fear of rejection. I was often told no to things when I was younger. I was let down a lot... I guess that still resonates with me to this day.
I suppose my fear is that I’ll ask for something and I’ll get told ‘No’.
So I’ve learned to just stop asking. Which is bad.
I’ve realised that in business I do actually fart arse about quite a bit.. I talk too much but don’t say what I really want to be saying.... instead of just asking directly: ‘So are you coming to my show or not? If not... why not?’.
Instead I’ll tell you how wonderful it all is and why it’s going to be so good blah blah blah.. Instead of just saying ‘what size stand would you like today sir?’.
It’s the same with boys... Instead of saying ‘Yep, I like you and how about it?’.
I’ll talk about how wonderful I am, how funny I am, what a great cook I’ve become, how I love to travel yadda yadda yadda... but never actually say ‘Yes, I’m interested in you, shall we go out sometime?’ or words to that effect.
I’m 100% pants.
But luckily for me... I know all this and can work to make some necessary changes to these annoying nuances aka flaws that I have... enabling me to become a stronger business woman and a better partner for the poor sod who ends up with me :-)
Game on.
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The biggest lesson I’ve learned today is to ask for help when I need it!
Yes, to actually ask!
Whether it’s for money, support, an object... or just a hug.. that unless I ask clearly for what I want, it’s not going to come to me... or it will.. but only after I’ve run a long and convoluted and complicated way around the houses to get to it.
I’m not actually sure if deep down I’m just an idiot..
Or if deep down my shyness, which does exist, is stronger than I ever imagined that it was.
I’ve always known it’s been there... but I’ve fought with it my whole life which is why I probably seem the complete opposite and come across as totally confident. Low and behold should anyone know that i'm 'shy'! To me shyness has always been a weakness. I know that’s not right but it’s how I’ve always seen it.
My closest friends of mine know it’s there in me too.
They’ve seen it and commented on it. But most people who don’t know me that well... would think I am the least shy person they know.
I think my shyness is like what kryptonite is to superman.. Paralysing and a fecking royal pain in the arse.
Ok, maybe not as harsh as kryptonite.. But it’s the one thing that’ll bring me to my knees when it’s crunch time. This includes crunch time at: Basketball, business, relationships... you name it... I think it’s been a major contributory factor to my own lack of success in many areas...
'My own lack of success' doesn't make me a loser - i'm just not as successfull as I had hoped I would be by now.
World domination is a rather large target to meet admittedly.
I’m shy around boys that I like... (but aren't all girls?) - so nothing ever happens because I’m too shy to say what it is I want.
I’m shy in business and don’t ask for what I need when I need it - to make me more successful.
I’m shy about my background and the shit I’ve endured & I remain silent when I know I should speak up and let people know the truth sometimes.
I had another annoying problem for a really long time...
Truthfully it’s still not fully gone away yet... But I’m getting better at it.
The problem was that if I was ever given a compliment - I would always reject it.. with a ‘shut up’ or ‘no I don’t’ or ‘don’t say that’ – until a very wise ex boyfriend of mine told me once what I was doing and calmly said to me... ‘Rem, the next time I give you a compliment all I want you to do is say ‘thank you’ and nothing else. Just accept it. Do you think you can do that?’.
I thought about it. Could I do that? I could do that.
Seems simple enough... Doesn’t it?
I said yes. And ever since I still do it to this day.. When I get a compliment now I always hear his voice in the back of my mind and what he said to me... and a little shy ‘thank you’ squeaks out of my throat.
Occasionally I lapse on this.. like the other day my best friend’s wife said to me as I turned up at the pub ‘Rems you look liked you’ve lost some weight’ and I said ‘Thanks that really sweet of you... but I haven’t! I think I’ve put some on actually’. Man I was kicking myself. I took her kind words and instead of just saying thank you, I pissed all over it like the EEJIT I sometimes I am. It’s all rooted in my shyness – and not wanting to be the centre of attention and not wanting to be noticed and talked about.... Yet I always am. Isn’t that weird?
Back to my shyness – I think it comes from a fear of rejection. I was often told no to things when I was younger. I was let down a lot... I guess that still resonates with me to this day.
I suppose my fear is that I’ll ask for something and I’ll get told ‘No’.
So I’ve learned to just stop asking. Which is bad.
I’ve realised that in business I do actually fart arse about quite a bit.. I talk too much but don’t say what I really want to be saying.... instead of just asking directly: ‘So are you coming to my show or not? If not... why not?’.
Instead I’ll tell you how wonderful it all is and why it’s going to be so good blah blah blah.. Instead of just saying ‘what size stand would you like today sir?’.
It’s the same with boys... Instead of saying ‘Yep, I like you and how about it?’.
I’ll talk about how wonderful I am, how funny I am, what a great cook I’ve become, how I love to travel yadda yadda yadda... but never actually say ‘Yes, I’m interested in you, shall we go out sometime?’ or words to that effect.
I’m 100% pants.
But luckily for me... I know all this and can work to make some necessary changes to these annoying nuances aka flaws that I have... enabling me to become a stronger business woman and a better partner for the poor sod who ends up with me :-)
Game on.
Obesity
At the moment I am what I deem as being incredulously over weight.
I’m not happy with how much I weigh – and how I look at the moment.
It seems to be on my mind a lot lately.
I have to make some serious changes that are to do with my diet and my exercise routine.
Enough is enough.
Truly, it’s out of hand.
I’m not happy with how much I weigh – and how I look at the moment.
It seems to be on my mind a lot lately.
I have to make some serious changes that are to do with my diet and my exercise routine.
Enough is enough.
Truly, it’s out of hand.
What i've been up to....
For a little there while life got a bit crazy for me.
I found myself enjoying being at work 15/16hours a day.
I became slightly obsessed with my new project, the actor expo show that’s happening at the end of the year. www.actorexpo.co.uk
Now, I cant swear to being fully over this obsession yet, as I’m still putting in a good 10hr day – but I am coming away feeling not as tired as I was during January and February this year. Man I was way under the radar for a while. I was too exhausted to talk to my friends, too tired to go the gym, had no energy to put my thoughts into my blog and was the biggest party pooper around. I don’t think I’ve really been out at all.
Does that make me a loser? Or just ridiculously focused?
I think a little of both I guess.
But would people say that of an athlete who at the peak of training cuts out certain parts of life’s pleasures? No drinking, no partying, no sex etc… Or would they say that they are completely focused on their goal and that’s how they should be… it is only for a few months a year?
Anyway – I like being completely focused. My mind is clear of shit and full of good stuff. Being so clear and focused sort of makes me feel a little bit powerful in some weird way.
I know what I’m doing! I know where I’m heading. I can see the end result. I’m excited by it. I’m challenged by it. I’m stimulated by it. I’m driven by it.
Those are the things that spurn me on.
Those are the things that enable me to go into meetings a confident strong person.
To approach people who are way out of my league and say ‘get involved will you?’.
This project has enabled me to meet, network with and connect with some amazing people.
That’s my tagline by the way: Network.Connect.Grow.
Yes, I’m a cheese ball, I know.
Along the way I’ve met some really incredible people which has made this whole journey all the more pleasurable. There’s the fantastic acting teacher who is very high up in his game and wants to be involved with this show. Full of ideas and has an equal amount of energy that I do (which is high).
I have made friends with an event organiser who is so knowledgeable and experienced that I sometimes feel like a small child in his presence. What’s remarkable is his abililty to share and be so open with me, someone who technically could be deemed as his competitor. He’s amazing and inspirational to me.
An American lady, who is kind warm and generous and again so willing to help with marketing.
All are renewing my faith in ‘good people’ existing still.
I’ve spent so much time around people who are secretive or selfish, by that I mean that they will only help or get involved in something if they can see how a situation benefits them first. I’m pleased to say that people like this are slowly and carefully taking a back seat in my life. Being someone who is generous, open and so willing to share what limited knowledge I do have, it’s difficult to be around people who are opposite to this.
But I’ve tried.
Anyway, today I have a mammoth amount of tasks to complete so am going to leave this blog here for today.
Hopefully I’ll be back with more updates soon, however I am keeping my video blogs as I go, I’ll upload them all one day.
Rems xx
I found myself enjoying being at work 15/16hours a day.
I became slightly obsessed with my new project, the actor expo show that’s happening at the end of the year. www.actorexpo.co.uk
Now, I cant swear to being fully over this obsession yet, as I’m still putting in a good 10hr day – but I am coming away feeling not as tired as I was during January and February this year. Man I was way under the radar for a while. I was too exhausted to talk to my friends, too tired to go the gym, had no energy to put my thoughts into my blog and was the biggest party pooper around. I don’t think I’ve really been out at all.
Does that make me a loser? Or just ridiculously focused?
I think a little of both I guess.
But would people say that of an athlete who at the peak of training cuts out certain parts of life’s pleasures? No drinking, no partying, no sex etc… Or would they say that they are completely focused on their goal and that’s how they should be… it is only for a few months a year?
Anyway – I like being completely focused. My mind is clear of shit and full of good stuff. Being so clear and focused sort of makes me feel a little bit powerful in some weird way.
I know what I’m doing! I know where I’m heading. I can see the end result. I’m excited by it. I’m challenged by it. I’m stimulated by it. I’m driven by it.
Those are the things that spurn me on.
Those are the things that enable me to go into meetings a confident strong person.
To approach people who are way out of my league and say ‘get involved will you?’.
This project has enabled me to meet, network with and connect with some amazing people.
That’s my tagline by the way: Network.Connect.Grow.
Yes, I’m a cheese ball, I know.
Along the way I’ve met some really incredible people which has made this whole journey all the more pleasurable. There’s the fantastic acting teacher who is very high up in his game and wants to be involved with this show. Full of ideas and has an equal amount of energy that I do (which is high).
I have made friends with an event organiser who is so knowledgeable and experienced that I sometimes feel like a small child in his presence. What’s remarkable is his abililty to share and be so open with me, someone who technically could be deemed as his competitor. He’s amazing and inspirational to me.
An American lady, who is kind warm and generous and again so willing to help with marketing.
All are renewing my faith in ‘good people’ existing still.
I’ve spent so much time around people who are secretive or selfish, by that I mean that they will only help or get involved in something if they can see how a situation benefits them first. I’m pleased to say that people like this are slowly and carefully taking a back seat in my life. Being someone who is generous, open and so willing to share what limited knowledge I do have, it’s difficult to be around people who are opposite to this.
But I’ve tried.
Anyway, today I have a mammoth amount of tasks to complete so am going to leave this blog here for today.
Hopefully I’ll be back with more updates soon, however I am keeping my video blogs as I go, I’ll upload them all one day.
Rems xx
Your dad dancing?
This is simply, brilliance:
I love this song SOOOOO much....
http://wonkette.com/336213/david-gregory-rocks-out-to-mary-j?autoplay=tr
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I love this song SOOOOO much....
http://wonkette.com/336213/david-gregory-rocks-out-to-mary-j?autoplay=tr
click here to read funny comments
Christmas blues… Sort of..
Ok, first off, I’m really not depressed!
But this year I do not have even the tiniest sprinkling, minutiae of Christmas glitter about me. Not one ounce.
There are no Christmas trees in sight.
There are no flashing Christmas lights or decorations adorning my home.
There are no presents for myself OR anyone else for that matter about my person.
There is simply, nothing.
Just me and the cat.
The Christmas buzz and merriment has simply not reached me at all this year.
And I seem to have acquired a small hint of ‘Bar Humbug-ness’ about me.
But not the evil, mean kinda way – just the ‘I don’t really care about it’ way.
Do I feel mean spirited? Not at all.
But I just have not got that Christmas feeling this year.
I’ve avoided the shops like the plague. It’s just beyond unbearable. That’s not fun.
There is no desire to rush out and buy presents for people presents, because I’ll only end up pushing myself into further unnecessary debt.
And everything also seems to be so much more expensive than in the old days. Have you noticed the price of things lately? It’s shocking when you really stop and think about it.
It’s not all about money either; it’s simply there is no desire to celebrate this year.
And ultimately who are we really buying presents for?
Is it to make ourselves feel better?
Or is it to give presents that really means something to the recipient?
Or is it more about doing what we always do and that’s just follow the same old routine?
Trying to outshine other relatives and showboating… ‘hey, look how good my presents are… Look how much I’ve spent… aren’t I fabulous’.
Other than the prayer before we eat… do we even think about what it is exactly that we are celebrating?
Or is it simply a day to have off work and to give presents?
Ultimately, for me, it’s about spending time with the people that matter to me most and having a good time and reconnecting under one roof, for one day.
That to me is priceless and what it’s really about.
So that’s what I shall do this year.
Eat, be merry, share love and my time and keep it simple.
Free lunch - just be nice
There was a BIG fire the other day in London.
I was sat in the office and as I gazed in that 'day dreaming' sort of way over my right shoulder and out of the window... instead of my normal sight of the canary wharf tall skyline... I saw a strong, big, black cloud spiralling over the big tower.
My first thought was 'Oh Fuck'.
My second thought was 'Tell someone'.
So I ran to the studio next door, who has no windows facing the fire and grabbed Jacopo, the resident Italian photographer.
He came rushing to look and also said 'Oh fuck'.
He ran and got his camera.
He took some pictures, uploaded them, and guess what, 'Reuters', loved it so much they offered money there and then for the pictures.
This in a 1hr time frame.
So he's been promising me a drink for drawing his attention to it.
Then today - he calls me into the office and gives me a big hug and say's 'Guess what'.
'Reuters rang me up and booked me to take pictures at a reuters conference'.
It was a big job, which he done yesterday and was showing me his amazing conference pictures today on his computer.
Isn't it funny how 1 small thing leads on to other bigger things?
Anyway - he's so delighted he's buying me lunch.
Good shit.
I was sat in the office and as I gazed in that 'day dreaming' sort of way over my right shoulder and out of the window... instead of my normal sight of the canary wharf tall skyline... I saw a strong, big, black cloud spiralling over the big tower.
My first thought was 'Oh Fuck'.
My second thought was 'Tell someone'.
So I ran to the studio next door, who has no windows facing the fire and grabbed Jacopo, the resident Italian photographer.
He came rushing to look and also said 'Oh fuck'.
He ran and got his camera.
He took some pictures, uploaded them, and guess what, 'Reuters', loved it so much they offered money there and then for the pictures.
This in a 1hr time frame.
So he's been promising me a drink for drawing his attention to it.
Then today - he calls me into the office and gives me a big hug and say's 'Guess what'.
'Reuters rang me up and booked me to take pictures at a reuters conference'.
It was a big job, which he done yesterday and was showing me his amazing conference pictures today on his computer.
Isn't it funny how 1 small thing leads on to other bigger things?
Anyway - he's so delighted he's buying me lunch.
Good shit.
The City of London
Today I was in the Kensington / Chelsea area looking at a venue for my next event.
I haven't been around that area 'properly' in years.
I was quite surprised.
No, scratch that.. I was REALLY surprised at how affluent and lovely it is.
It's the type of area you'd like to live in but know, you probably never will.
The cars were all easily £50k +, the woman looked liked they all had had surgery and sported the famous san tropez tans, they sported REAL designer handbags, the shops were high class, coffeeshops and eateries were everywhere and people were spending money in these expensive shops like we aren't about to go into a recession... I think we are by the way.... it's just around the corner, i can smell it in the air.
It was just an amazing difference to what i see on the streets of Lewisham.
People QUEUEING to shop in Primark and by £1 underwear.
The streets of Chelsea were clean. As in litter free. No mcdonalds litter or chewing gum staining the pavements. Just clean.
The shop fronts were unobtrusive and there was not a sniff of a spray can or any sign of graffiti anywhere.
I felt like i had landed on another continent.
Yet this was London.
As I got on the bus to head south (I thought i'd travel overland today rather than on the underground, so glad I did) - I started to feel a little bit depressed... that doesn't happen to often with me....
But as i passed big ben and the houses of parliament and went over the bridge and shuttled along the congested roads towards elephant and castle I felt myself sliding down the seat... slightly embarressed if i'm honest.
The streets became littered, people looked poor, ill even, the high class shops turned into fast food chicken shops, closed down businesses were bordered up, window displays were covered by window posters.
I started to feel like i live in the ghetto.
I don't.
But that's the overwhelming feeling I got.
I felt a rot in my stomach.
Sometimes lifting our heads over the parapit can be enlightening - but it can also be a bit depressing when you see how the other half live.
I know i should be greatful for all that i have and all that i am... but sometimes...
I just wish....
I haven't been around that area 'properly' in years.
I was quite surprised.
No, scratch that.. I was REALLY surprised at how affluent and lovely it is.
It's the type of area you'd like to live in but know, you probably never will.
The cars were all easily £50k +, the woman looked liked they all had had surgery and sported the famous san tropez tans, they sported REAL designer handbags, the shops were high class, coffeeshops and eateries were everywhere and people were spending money in these expensive shops like we aren't about to go into a recession... I think we are by the way.... it's just around the corner, i can smell it in the air.
It was just an amazing difference to what i see on the streets of Lewisham.
People QUEUEING to shop in Primark and by £1 underwear.
The streets of Chelsea were clean. As in litter free. No mcdonalds litter or chewing gum staining the pavements. Just clean.
The shop fronts were unobtrusive and there was not a sniff of a spray can or any sign of graffiti anywhere.
I felt like i had landed on another continent.
Yet this was London.
As I got on the bus to head south (I thought i'd travel overland today rather than on the underground, so glad I did) - I started to feel a little bit depressed... that doesn't happen to often with me....
But as i passed big ben and the houses of parliament and went over the bridge and shuttled along the congested roads towards elephant and castle I felt myself sliding down the seat... slightly embarressed if i'm honest.
The streets became littered, people looked poor, ill even, the high class shops turned into fast food chicken shops, closed down businesses were bordered up, window displays were covered by window posters.
I started to feel like i live in the ghetto.
I don't.
But that's the overwhelming feeling I got.
I felt a rot in my stomach.
Sometimes lifting our heads over the parapit can be enlightening - but it can also be a bit depressing when you see how the other half live.
I know i should be greatful for all that i have and all that i am... but sometimes...
I just wish....
Laughing Baby, Brilliant
If i'm ever depressed I think this'll always lift my spirits.
This baby has the most adorable laugh and is cute as a button.
I watched this 10 times today and laughed every single time.
Just adorable.
This baby has the most adorable laugh and is cute as a button.
I watched this 10 times today and laughed every single time.
Just adorable.
Another Birthday comes
OK, so in the usual fashion… It’s my birthday.
I always blog on my birthday… Every Year, come rain or shine:- )
How do I feel?
Umm.. The same as I do every year really.. Nonchalant.
Nah, it’s all good really.
I do find around my birthday – I’m a little bit more reflective on life, where I am, what I’ve achieved, where I’m going to, who I can live without, who I miss dearly.
I always plan to make changes here and there around my birthday time. I think we all do.
Some I actually do, some I just pontificate about…
But right now – life is good for me.
I’m healthy, focused, driven and content.
As usual there’s a lot going on for me.
Another season of basketball is about to start, my team, London Storm plays our first match tonight. We have a new team, with a fresh attitude and hunger for the game. It’s so exciting to be apart of it and to be apart of a ‘Team’.
My basketball events are ongoing and growing every year… the next event is in Dec.
The talent agency throws me challenges everyday – but my heart is into this so much – I know it will soon be a huge success when my brand name finally takes off.
I am planning a huge Actors Tradefair for next year – this event is coming together nicely.
And city superstar is about to roll in to town
I don’t like to talk about my personal love life or relationships on this blog as I think it’s highly personal and something’s I think should be shared privately.
But I will say – I’m single again and am totally cool with that status.
Being single allows me to remain focused, not misguided and distracted.
Being single allows me to breathe deeply.
My only wish for this year is that I’d seen more sun.
My work and time has limited my ability to travel as much as I’d hoped for, this saddens me, but is most definitely rectifiable.
Tomorrow night I have friends coming out to a bar in London to celebrate my 31st birthday. The majority of them I consider to be my family and are people who matter to me the most in this world. They are Kelly, Jim-bob and Metin.
Whenever I see them they make me smile inside if that makes any sense to you.
I feel I can truly be me with them.
I can be a little bit wacky, blonde and even retarded if I want to be and they couldn’t give a shit. They know my heart and soul; and not many people do. They get me. My snappiness often is like water off a ducks back to them – it doesn’t even register to them. Why, because they know it’s often about something else and not them. We never argue. We just say ‘Fuck you’ and laugh at each other. Never has a grudge been held.
None of us are jealous of one another or ever try to bring the other down – we embrace who we are and I am blessed to have friends who I can be open with and whom just accept me ‘whole-heartedly’ for who I am.
Not ‘Remi the entrepreneur’.
Not ‘Remi the organiser’.
Not ‘Remi, the person I used to work with’.
But just ‘REMI’ – and all that comes with that.
Right now, I am reading a book called ‘The Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne.
It’s about the Law of attraction and focusing your mind on the things that you want and I’m finding it’s evoking a lot in me right now.
That’s all I’ll say for now.
Love y’all x
I always blog on my birthday… Every Year, come rain or shine:- )
How do I feel?
Umm.. The same as I do every year really.. Nonchalant.
Nah, it’s all good really.
I do find around my birthday – I’m a little bit more reflective on life, where I am, what I’ve achieved, where I’m going to, who I can live without, who I miss dearly.
I always plan to make changes here and there around my birthday time. I think we all do.
Some I actually do, some I just pontificate about…
But right now – life is good for me.
I’m healthy, focused, driven and content.
As usual there’s a lot going on for me.
Another season of basketball is about to start, my team, London Storm plays our first match tonight. We have a new team, with a fresh attitude and hunger for the game. It’s so exciting to be apart of it and to be apart of a ‘Team’.
My basketball events are ongoing and growing every year… the next event is in Dec.
The talent agency throws me challenges everyday – but my heart is into this so much – I know it will soon be a huge success when my brand name finally takes off.
I am planning a huge Actors Tradefair for next year – this event is coming together nicely.
And city superstar is about to roll in to town
I don’t like to talk about my personal love life or relationships on this blog as I think it’s highly personal and something’s I think should be shared privately.
But I will say – I’m single again and am totally cool with that status.
Being single allows me to remain focused, not misguided and distracted.
Being single allows me to breathe deeply.
My only wish for this year is that I’d seen more sun.
My work and time has limited my ability to travel as much as I’d hoped for, this saddens me, but is most definitely rectifiable.
Tomorrow night I have friends coming out to a bar in London to celebrate my 31st birthday. The majority of them I consider to be my family and are people who matter to me the most in this world. They are Kelly, Jim-bob and Metin.
Whenever I see them they make me smile inside if that makes any sense to you.
I feel I can truly be me with them.
I can be a little bit wacky, blonde and even retarded if I want to be and they couldn’t give a shit. They know my heart and soul; and not many people do. They get me. My snappiness often is like water off a ducks back to them – it doesn’t even register to them. Why, because they know it’s often about something else and not them. We never argue. We just say ‘Fuck you’ and laugh at each other. Never has a grudge been held.
None of us are jealous of one another or ever try to bring the other down – we embrace who we are and I am blessed to have friends who I can be open with and whom just accept me ‘whole-heartedly’ for who I am.
Not ‘Remi the entrepreneur’.
Not ‘Remi the organiser’.
Not ‘Remi, the person I used to work with’.
But just ‘REMI’ – and all that comes with that.
Right now, I am reading a book called ‘The Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne.
It’s about the Law of attraction and focusing your mind on the things that you want and I’m finding it’s evoking a lot in me right now.
That’s all I’ll say for now.
Love y’all x
X-FACTOR
Dear X Factor,
Can I just thank you for making me spend my sunday evening sat on my sofa BLUBBING at your show.
Why was EVERYONE crying?
No, seriously.
I ended up crying over the people who MADE it through and not even the rejects who I should've been crying for (good work by the way, they WERE shit).
Anyway, i'm glad this phase is over and now we can get on with the joy that is your show... 'Singing paupers who'll do just about anything' - at their very best.
And well done on kicking out the girl with the criminal record, i'm sure that now with all her hopes and dreams shattered, she'll go forth and stay clear of any crime that'll keep her in the ghetto. NOT.
Anywhoo,
Keep up the good work and i look forward to the next 12 weeks of sing-a-longs.
Toodle pip.
Remington of Lewish-Ham.
Can I just thank you for making me spend my sunday evening sat on my sofa BLUBBING at your show.
Why was EVERYONE crying?
No, seriously.
I ended up crying over the people who MADE it through and not even the rejects who I should've been crying for (good work by the way, they WERE shit).
Anyway, i'm glad this phase is over and now we can get on with the joy that is your show... 'Singing paupers who'll do just about anything' - at their very best.
And well done on kicking out the girl with the criminal record, i'm sure that now with all her hopes and dreams shattered, she'll go forth and stay clear of any crime that'll keep her in the ghetto. NOT.
Anywhoo,
Keep up the good work and i look forward to the next 12 weeks of sing-a-longs.
Toodle pip.
Remington of Lewish-Ham.
Michael Buble
Just for the record....
I intent to marry Michael Buble.
Right after I've married Justin Timberlake and divorced him that is.
:-D
*snigger*
I intent to marry Michael Buble.
Right after I've married Justin Timberlake and divorced him that is.
:-D
*snigger*
Yellow Pages
Yesterday, as I walked through my apartment door... on the floor, besides the mail boxes, lay 6 copies of the latest Yellow pages.
I took 1 in to my flat and ripped off the unnecessary packaging.
To my surprise and delight - My company's name and address is in there!!!
Oh it made me whoop with joy.
Now I know it's only a small thing....
But all these small steps eventually lead to very BIG things...
Just you mark my words!
It felt as good as the first day the signage / placard went outside my offices to s=describe my business. I felt so proud!
Today was a GREAT and productive day, I worked from 10 - 9pm - Got Sooooo much work done on my latest project - tings are gwaan.... Happy Days.
;-)
I took 1 in to my flat and ripped off the unnecessary packaging.
To my surprise and delight - My company's name and address is in there!!!
Oh it made me whoop with joy.
Now I know it's only a small thing....
But all these small steps eventually lead to very BIG things...
Just you mark my words!
It felt as good as the first day the signage / placard went outside my offices to s=describe my business. I felt so proud!
Today was a GREAT and productive day, I worked from 10 - 9pm - Got Sooooo much work done on my latest project - tings are gwaan.... Happy Days.
;-)
Eat the ham
You know how women, whilst applying Mascara to their eyes, cannot do it without having their mouth open at the same time? It seems a physical impossibility somehow... Or just one of those many wonders of the world... Watch a woman on a train applying mascara.. yep, her mouth will be open :-O
Well in a similar vain...
Well ok, not really that similar at all really, more of a umm... a wonder really...
Why is it that when you are making a sandwich and you've buttered your bread, you've got everything prepared that once you open a packet of Ham it's simply not possible to get the ham on to the bread WITHOUT atleast popping a slice of ham into your mouth first.
It's just not possible.
No, Really.
Your mouth instantly starts salavating at the back, the smell makes your nose twitch and your
brain says to your mouth: 'Eat the ham, eat the ham, eat the ham'.
It's REALLY not possible to make a ham sandwich without the ham entering your mouth before it gets to the sandwich.
That's a fact by the way.
Well in a similar vain...
Well ok, not really that similar at all really, more of a umm... a wonder really...
Why is it that when you are making a sandwich and you've buttered your bread, you've got everything prepared that once you open a packet of Ham it's simply not possible to get the ham on to the bread WITHOUT atleast popping a slice of ham into your mouth first.
It's just not possible.
No, Really.
Your mouth instantly starts salavating at the back, the smell makes your nose twitch and your
brain says to your mouth: 'Eat the ham, eat the ham, eat the ham'.
It's REALLY not possible to make a ham sandwich without the ham entering your mouth before it gets to the sandwich.
That's a fact by the way.
My Habits
Since living with 'S-to-the-D' we have both noticed some quirky, slightly weird habits of mine. Which include but are not limited to:
* Leaving kitchen cupboard doors open.
Sometimes arriving home and walking into the kitchen IS like a scene out of the Poltergeist movie. I even annoy myself with it. I'll walk in and be like 'Why the fuck are the cupboards all open?'.. Oh yeah, that'd be me. Doh.
* I sneeze A LOT.
Like, RIDICULOUSLY a lot. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is. Man, I can sneeze.
If it were an olympic sport....
* I use stupidly outdated and 80's phrases like:
'Fuzzy wuzzy' and 'Razzle Dazzle'. Which all still make me laugh.
* I am the mad washer woman of STH London - man I can't get away from the damn washing machine. I Love the smell of clean clothes mmm.
I'm sure there's way more...
* Leaving kitchen cupboard doors open.
Sometimes arriving home and walking into the kitchen IS like a scene out of the Poltergeist movie. I even annoy myself with it. I'll walk in and be like 'Why the fuck are the cupboards all open?'.. Oh yeah, that'd be me. Doh.
* I sneeze A LOT.
Like, RIDICULOUSLY a lot. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is. Man, I can sneeze.
If it were an olympic sport....
* I use stupidly outdated and 80's phrases like:
'Fuzzy wuzzy' and 'Razzle Dazzle'. Which all still make me laugh.
* I am the mad washer woman of STH London - man I can't get away from the damn washing machine. I Love the smell of clean clothes mmm.
I'm sure there's way more...
Karma is a ITCH
I think I have written about Karma before on my blogs.
I do believe in it. What goes around really does come right back around.
I know some people think its a load of old guff - but I don't.
Today my cat has learnt the lesson of karma.
Yes, my cat!
I think it was last week that I wrote about my well loved, well brought up, fed twice a day cat who is adorned with love - Getting into a fight with a homeless cat in the neighbours back yard.
http://www.remioduyemi.com/2007/09/angry-at-my-cat.html
I thought this was quite sucky on her part, i mean the poor homeless cat has enough to deal with... Sleeping in the cold, eating out of dustbins, avoiding foxes and other spoilt cats beating it up, not going to the vets for injuries, bugs or tooth aches... I mean the list is endless, he has a pretty rough deal to put it simply.
But Karma has now dealt with her for her recent antics.
For the first time in about 12 years... She now has FLEA'S!
That's what you get when you rumble in the garden with an unclean cat.
And she has been MISERABLE as hell.
Borderline depressed.
I've let her endure it for about 5 days now...
Mean? Probably.
Lesson taught? I think so.
Being such a clean cat - this has been quite simply AWFUL for her!
Being a bit OCD as well... Probably an absolute nightmare for her.
She has taken to sleeping on the floor.
She's off her food.
And she has the saddest eyes on her - that just say 'HELP ME' everytime I look at her.
Karma is a ITCH.
Feel free to quote me on that. Lol.
I do believe in it. What goes around really does come right back around.
I know some people think its a load of old guff - but I don't.
Today my cat has learnt the lesson of karma.
Yes, my cat!
I think it was last week that I wrote about my well loved, well brought up, fed twice a day cat who is adorned with love - Getting into a fight with a homeless cat in the neighbours back yard.
http://www.remioduyemi.com/2007/09/angry-at-my-cat.html
I thought this was quite sucky on her part, i mean the poor homeless cat has enough to deal with... Sleeping in the cold, eating out of dustbins, avoiding foxes and other spoilt cats beating it up, not going to the vets for injuries, bugs or tooth aches... I mean the list is endless, he has a pretty rough deal to put it simply.
But Karma has now dealt with her for her recent antics.
For the first time in about 12 years... She now has FLEA'S!
That's what you get when you rumble in the garden with an unclean cat.
And she has been MISERABLE as hell.
Borderline depressed.
I've let her endure it for about 5 days now...
Mean? Probably.
Lesson taught? I think so.
Being such a clean cat - this has been quite simply AWFUL for her!
Being a bit OCD as well... Probably an absolute nightmare for her.
She has taken to sleeping on the floor.
She's off her food.
And she has the saddest eyes on her - that just say 'HELP ME' everytime I look at her.
Karma is a ITCH.
Feel free to quote me on that. Lol.
Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?
There are a ton of reasons why I love the internet, I always have and always will do..
But i'm not going to spout my list today about why I love the internet.
All I will say is sometimes when you dig deep beneath the tripe, you fish about, follow leads, poke around crusty sites... and sometimes you follow your nose and truly embrace the idea of 'Surfing the web' - And sometimes... you stumble upon little treasure troves that make you smile, make you laugh, touch your heart and even sometimes, 'make you think' deeply.
Today's find is not about me saying I am 'someones favourite person', because actually, i'm really not sure that I am... (don't worry, i'm not looking for reasurrance on this from anyone).
Being liked and respected is very different to 'being someone elses favourite person'.
I'll be honest, this neither adds or distracts from my life, but i just think its a simple yet deep question when you reflect upon it.
I suppose all I am saying, is that I think it's a great question.
I also think that a lot of people would say 'no' to this question...
But I also think we all have our own favourite people...
But 'Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?'
Watch this short film.
It's poignant.
It's interesting.
It's a great question.
But i'm not going to spout my list today about why I love the internet.
All I will say is sometimes when you dig deep beneath the tripe, you fish about, follow leads, poke around crusty sites... and sometimes you follow your nose and truly embrace the idea of 'Surfing the web' - And sometimes... you stumble upon little treasure troves that make you smile, make you laugh, touch your heart and even sometimes, 'make you think' deeply.
Today's find is not about me saying I am 'someones favourite person', because actually, i'm really not sure that I am... (don't worry, i'm not looking for reasurrance on this from anyone).
Being liked and respected is very different to 'being someone elses favourite person'.
I'll be honest, this neither adds or distracts from my life, but i just think its a simple yet deep question when you reflect upon it.
I suppose all I am saying, is that I think it's a great question.
I also think that a lot of people would say 'no' to this question...
But I also think we all have our own favourite people...
But 'Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?'
Watch this short film.
It's poignant.
It's interesting.
It's a great question.