The past few days since my last entry, I have been doing some more sight seeing, with my bro’s people. On Wednesday I met Darren his wife and their beautiful baby Isaac. It is funny how I was so drawn to the kid. When my bro told me that I will be spending the day with a kid I was like ‘you want me to walk road with sum shitty kid’ don’t get it twisted I like kids its just that as I had never met the couple before I did not know if their kid was some brat or a delightful cutie. He was most certainly the latter. He was cute, a pleasure to be with and very well behaved. If he was out of nappies (I hate changing nappies) he is the kind of kid that I do not mind baby sitting.
We spent the day shopping in Shimokitazawa the was quite subdue for Tokyo it was more like an old town. There was none of the bright lights or billboards that are found in the cities. Darren is a nice chap, he used to live in north London, I filled him in on what London is saying, what has changed and what is still the same. His wifey Miyako initially told me that her English was not very good, but to me it was fine we were still able to communicate. We had lunch, browsed some shops, I picked up a few bits and met some of Darren’s mates who owned their own shops. We then headed to Shibuya for some more shopping; I wanted to buy a pressie for my bro but could not remember the name of the store that I saw the gift in. whilst wondering around I saw some steps and had a flash back of the stairs that I tripped on a few days back, it was the entrance to the loft, I don’t thing that I will be forgetting the name of that store any time soon!! After we finished shopping we went to get some refreshments and waited for my bro. Darren and his family went home, we linked Aya. Went for dinner then headed to an arcade.
Aya and I went shopping in Ginza on Thursday. Ginza is full of high end shops so we were basically window shopping as I mentioned before that I was limited to accessories, in shoes the biggest size that I came across until I found a Topshop was a 5.5 and clothes I have not even bothered with as I have only seen 3 – 4 people over a size 12!!! We went to a fish bar and had some sexi sushi for lunch. We brought some hair accessories and make up then chilled and went to starbucks to have some coffee and cookies. We linked my bro and went to an Italian joint for some dinner. The restaurant was located in Omote Sando the food was much better than I anticipated and worth the wait.
Friday my bro had a half day, I met him at work and we had lunch at a chicken joint. Not chicken and chips!!!!! We then went to the Tokyo dome, it is basically a fairground in the middle of the city, and the roller coaster goes through a building……… Friday was a little chilly but the rides were worth the wait. I think that I have become old I was screaming on the rollercoaster and was only brave enough to put one hand up which came down as quickly as it went up. I remember the days that I used to look forward to going on rides that scared the shit out of me!!! Need to do something about it before I have my kids, don’t wanna be one of those looser mums that stand on the side waving with fear in their eyes.
We went to an arcade and were playing on a slot machine, I basically won what I put in, I asked my bro to cash my chips. Can you imagine that we were told that the chips do not get converted into cash…. Gambling in Japan is illegal so people pay money for the thrill of winning but they do not actually get a prize. That is not really something that I can grasp!!!
Later that evening Ruben came round, I was beginning to think that he was a urban legend…. Everyone spoke about him, I heard his name daily but he was never seen, well by me any way. We decided not to go into town to eat so we stayed local. We grabbed some take out and came home, my bro had an early night, he has been tired as all month he has been entertaining people from London! Saturday and Sunday is gonna be nuts so I guess that he wanted his beauty sleep.
This weekend should be the dog’s bollocks. We are going to leave Tokyo and go sight seeing in Kamakura. Then we will be back for dinner and then a group of us should be hitting Shibuya to rave at an all you can drink club, bring it on Joe :P Sunday I will be shopping if I get up in time then my leaving dinner :D will let you know how it all goes. This will probably not be until Wednesday or Thursday as I will have to readjust to the time difference when I get back home.
Saturday 28 March 2009
Tuesday 24 March 2009
Silly Me :D
Go to the station and I will catch you up, my bro’s words to me. After 5 mins I thought to myself I don’t remember the station being this far….. I looked around and saw an entrance across the road. I crossed, in my head I was thinking that we have never crossed the road to reach the station before. I went down the stairs, sure enough it was the right station chikatestu but my bro was no where to be seen. I spoke to the attendant, I asked him if there was another ticket office he stared at me blankly I said arri gateaux bye bye (thank you, not the correct spelling but its how I pronounce it the actual spelling is arigatou) he smiled and bowed they appreciate you trying to speak their language. I went back upstairs; I made my way back home luckily I saw him outside the 100 yen shop after a ticking off we made our way to meet Aya. The night was cool, once again the food was lush but in comparison to my time here so far it was pretty uneventful. Every one was still tired from Saturday night’s antics. If it was not Aya’s actual birthday I would have stayed home.
Yesterday I had a girly day out with Aya, I got the train on my own and met her in Meiji-Jingumae. First we hit a temple, there seem to be one in every town. This seemed more traditional than the one in Ueno. It was so clean, there were fewer people and the surroundings were beautiful. We went through the usual rituals before you enter the temple (explained in the second paragraph) we took some photos and left, the walk to the entrance was so far that we did not want to go any deeper. We went shopping I brought so many accessories, they have so many pretty things. The pricing system is like in America the tag says one thing when you reach the till they add tax, so the price that you took time to work out is no longer relevant!!! We had lunch, which was the worst thing that I had since I arrived here it was some sort of spaghetti….. Neither of us finished our food. Adjacent to the lunch spot was a crepe (pancake) shop anyone who knows me will know how much I like any thing with chocolate. So my crepe was filled with chocolate, chocolate cheesecake and banana, Aya had a brownie instead of a cheese cake. We walked to Shibuya I think any other day I would have complained about walking anywhere that takes longer than 20 minutes in heels. I guess I was so occupied with the crepe I did not realise how far we had walked.
When we got to Shibuya we continued our shopping venture, Aya showed me all the spots to pick up a bargain. We later went to get a manicure I am still reaping the benefits of the hand massage: D. we made our way to Ikebukuro to meet my bro I tripped down a couple of steps like a mug, who told me to profile in shoes when I knew how much walking we do we would be doing. Luckily a lady stopped me from falling and I did not cause any further stress to my ankle. We ended up at a centre called sunshine city we had a reservation at one of the sky restaurants. This was supposed to be Aya's real birthday dinner but they were fully booked on Sunday. The restaurant lunched on the 18th of March, the following article will gist you on how that evening went http://mispentlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/sky-restaurants.html if you are ever in Tokyo it’s a must that you reach this joint and also take purikuras like the one attached, its so much fun……..
Sunday 22 March 2009
Stone worshipers and the Africans
Saturday was nuts we went to a temple in Asakusa it was really cool, lots of statues, market stalls selling souvenirs and food. There was pink blossom hanging on the tops of all the stalls, I have learnt that the Japanese are obsessed with pink blossom. Any tree that I see with pink blossom there is usually a group of Japanese people admiring or in my view worshiping the blossom. Walking through the temple was hard work, there were so many people, Japanese people seem to have no sense of direction, they are always bumping into things and each other. The amount of people that have tried to walk though me is crazy.
I took part in some of the rituals such as washing my hands before entering the temple. There was another where you catch the smoke and rub it on part of your body that needed healing. The closer I got the more poignant the smell and I decided that smoky hair was not a good look so I bounced. To enter the temple you had to throw money into a box then clap twice. When we got to the entrance there was a service so we could not even enter.
As we walked around the grounds I saw various people on their knees worshiping the statues. This was nuts to me, I had to take pictures because I could not believe what I was seeing.
We later went to the biggest electronic department store that I have ever seen in my life. Don’t think I would ever see anything bigger. It was 7 massive floors of pc’s TVs, sound systems, laptops; pda’s anything electrical that you can think of!!! I saw the biggest TV in the world so they say it was 102 inches I had a headache looking at it. Considering that the houses here are so small, I can’t picture it here, but in London I can imagine the kind of people who would want a TV that big.
It was Aya’s birthday so we went to meet her, Joe and chisu the meeting point was starbucks in Roppongi. Roppongi it is one of the affluent areas in Tokyo. Just from walking through the station I knew that this place was different to anywhere else I had been. I hardly saw any Japanese people. Outside the station I saw so many black men I started to wonder if I was in Japan or back home. When they opened their mouths I was immediately embarrassed, they were those I am American kind of blacks with the coarse African accent and some fake Jamaican’s with dreads that sounded more American than Jamaican. The street that was on was full of clubs and all of these black people just lined the street. They terrorised the Japanese girls, even the ones with their boyfriends. Any guy that was not black was getting it. “You, white boy come here”. I asked my brother what we were doing here and he said that you can’t come to Tokyo and not rave here.
The first club that we went to was cool the music was live; the girls were sluts and the guys sleazy. Joe’s dancing was giving me joke it was like a cross between Usher and wako jako but slowed down. It was impressive the gals loved it; he was collecting numbers like it was nothing. His friend Chisu seemed to grow in confidence as the night went on. He too was drawing girls, apparently in Japan the men do not chat up chicks on road or in a club. They usually marry their high school sweet heart. The weirdest thing happened; a girl approached me and asked to have her picture taken with me. I looked at her like she was mad, my bro said that she probably thinks that your cool, I agreed and she was like “u cool, you so pretty your hair is pretty you cool” to be courteous I also took a pic with my camera, she bowed and sat back down. If that was not weird enough two chicks old enough to be my mum came and started dancing with me, I humoured them and the next thing I know they both introduced me to their sons “please dance with them” I smiled politely and edged away. Then one black dude started groping one of the ladies in front of their sons. I know that Japanese people are passive but if watching you mum getting groped does not stir up some emotion then there is no hope.
We left this club, Chisu went home; we went to a club called crunk. As soon as I walked in I thought why did we leave the previous place. There were more sluts plus American men, not a Japanese man in sight. It was hard core hip hop the whole time we were there; I can’t remember the last time I went to a club with such beastly men. Can you imagine one guy asked me if I was Japanese sigh then proceeded to tell me that I must be mixed because of my eyes and complexion. Then when I told him that I was full black and not in those words he said “o so you’re not a slut” I had to just take a seat somewhere. Beefing in this country means both parties being banged up for 30 days. I got offered drinks, I was quite sure that these were the sorts of clubs that I was warned about where they spike peoples drinks, I declined. We left that club and returned to the club that we left earlier. The mood had already been spoilt from the last club plus Aya was drunk lol. We gave Joe 30 mins to collect as many numbers as he could then we bounced to get some grub at A ramen spot.
The shitty thing about the raving scene out here is when the night is done you have to get a train back home. We got in after 7 am; Joe continued his quest to pull more chicks.
I took part in some of the rituals such as washing my hands before entering the temple. There was another where you catch the smoke and rub it on part of your body that needed healing. The closer I got the more poignant the smell and I decided that smoky hair was not a good look so I bounced. To enter the temple you had to throw money into a box then clap twice. When we got to the entrance there was a service so we could not even enter.
As we walked around the grounds I saw various people on their knees worshiping the statues. This was nuts to me, I had to take pictures because I could not believe what I was seeing.
We later went to the biggest electronic department store that I have ever seen in my life. Don’t think I would ever see anything bigger. It was 7 massive floors of pc’s TVs, sound systems, laptops; pda’s anything electrical that you can think of!!! I saw the biggest TV in the world so they say it was 102 inches I had a headache looking at it. Considering that the houses here are so small, I can’t picture it here, but in London I can imagine the kind of people who would want a TV that big.
It was Aya’s birthday so we went to meet her, Joe and chisu the meeting point was starbucks in Roppongi. Roppongi it is one of the affluent areas in Tokyo. Just from walking through the station I knew that this place was different to anywhere else I had been. I hardly saw any Japanese people. Outside the station I saw so many black men I started to wonder if I was in Japan or back home. When they opened their mouths I was immediately embarrassed, they were those I am American kind of blacks with the coarse African accent and some fake Jamaican’s with dreads that sounded more American than Jamaican. The street that was on was full of clubs and all of these black people just lined the street. They terrorised the Japanese girls, even the ones with their boyfriends. Any guy that was not black was getting it. “You, white boy come here”. I asked my brother what we were doing here and he said that you can’t come to Tokyo and not rave here.
The first club that we went to was cool the music was live; the girls were sluts and the guys sleazy. Joe’s dancing was giving me joke it was like a cross between Usher and wako jako but slowed down. It was impressive the gals loved it; he was collecting numbers like it was nothing. His friend Chisu seemed to grow in confidence as the night went on. He too was drawing girls, apparently in Japan the men do not chat up chicks on road or in a club. They usually marry their high school sweet heart. The weirdest thing happened; a girl approached me and asked to have her picture taken with me. I looked at her like she was mad, my bro said that she probably thinks that your cool, I agreed and she was like “u cool, you so pretty your hair is pretty you cool” to be courteous I also took a pic with my camera, she bowed and sat back down. If that was not weird enough two chicks old enough to be my mum came and started dancing with me, I humoured them and the next thing I know they both introduced me to their sons “please dance with them” I smiled politely and edged away. Then one black dude started groping one of the ladies in front of their sons. I know that Japanese people are passive but if watching you mum getting groped does not stir up some emotion then there is no hope.
We left this club, Chisu went home; we went to a club called crunk. As soon as I walked in I thought why did we leave the previous place. There were more sluts plus American men, not a Japanese man in sight. It was hard core hip hop the whole time we were there; I can’t remember the last time I went to a club with such beastly men. Can you imagine one guy asked me if I was Japanese sigh then proceeded to tell me that I must be mixed because of my eyes and complexion. Then when I told him that I was full black and not in those words he said “o so you’re not a slut” I had to just take a seat somewhere. Beefing in this country means both parties being banged up for 30 days. I got offered drinks, I was quite sure that these were the sorts of clubs that I was warned about where they spike peoples drinks, I declined. We left that club and returned to the club that we left earlier. The mood had already been spoilt from the last club plus Aya was drunk lol. We gave Joe 30 mins to collect as many numbers as he could then we bounced to get some grub at A ramen spot.
The shitty thing about the raving scene out here is when the night is done you have to get a train back home. We got in after 7 am; Joe continued his quest to pull more chicks.
AD's Friends
Been mad busy so much to see and do!! I have seen and done so much since the last time I posted.
Friday’s weather started off wet, we strolled in the rain to get some breakfast round the corner from my bro’s crib. I had a beef bowl that consisted of rice and beef with misto soup, my chopstick usage was on point (yea yea) Rice for breakfast you maybe thinking, but as they say, when in Rome….. We then went to Ueno park the sun was shining and it was hot. We met one of my bro’s friends Marilyn an American chick teaching English. It was nice to be in the company of some one else who spoke fluent English; all the high pitched voices were starting to get me. Marilyn was giving me too much joke about her experiences of being a foreigner in Japan. Ueno park is home to a load of museums, a zoo and some beautiful grounds. The museum was cool not something I would usually do but it was interesting. We learnt about buddhism, there were some cool statues, swords and picture books. We watched a guy juggle, I was kind of pissed as apparently where the dude was there are usually performing monkeys which I would have found more interesting than the man.
Part of the afternoon made me reflect on certain things such as how people back home are ‘lucky’. There was a big group of people congregated in the park they lost their jobs in the recession. As a result they now have to live in the park. I Also discovered that the perception of London has some what changed since I first travelled abroad when I was 18. back then people were surprised that there were black people in London, and I had not had tea with the queen in Buckingham palace. Now London is viewed as a dangerous no go area, Marilyn’s friend is a teacher, she happened to work in a school in east London, due to her experience with violent kids who did not want to learn or show any respect she had decided that London is a no go area. Especially now that almost every week end kids are ending each others lives!!! These kids need to fix up and stop giving tarnishing London’s reputation.
Were later went to 0101 which is like your house of Frazier or debenhams, they had lots of pretty shoes. Before I went out there I kind of figured that shoes and clothes will not be available to me, and this was confirmed when I spotted some shoes and found that the biggest size that they stocked was a 24 to me and you a size 5.5…. I did not even bother with the clothes as I don’t think I have seen a chick over a size 12 yet!!!
We later parted from Marilyn and went to Shinjuku whilst here we went to the arcade, Mario kart all the way. When it was 1 game all we had to bounce for dinner. For dinner we met Meo and Joe for dinner. Meo used to live in London and Joe is from California. We went to some old school Japanese restaurant where you take your shoes off, sat on the floor and that served your food in a tapas sort of way, a little bit of everything. I sampled some Japanese alcohol Calpis tasted like watery milk and denki brown tasted like a mix between brandy and whisky don’t think that I will be in a hurry to drink either again. Meo is cool loud and bubbly not like your typical Japanese girl. Joe, what can I say the dude makes me laugh such a cool guy he is studying over here (2hours a day) and he spends the rest of his time trying to figure out what life is all about, good luck on that one bro.
Friday’s weather started off wet, we strolled in the rain to get some breakfast round the corner from my bro’s crib. I had a beef bowl that consisted of rice and beef with misto soup, my chopstick usage was on point (yea yea) Rice for breakfast you maybe thinking, but as they say, when in Rome….. We then went to Ueno park the sun was shining and it was hot. We met one of my bro’s friends Marilyn an American chick teaching English. It was nice to be in the company of some one else who spoke fluent English; all the high pitched voices were starting to get me. Marilyn was giving me too much joke about her experiences of being a foreigner in Japan. Ueno park is home to a load of museums, a zoo and some beautiful grounds. The museum was cool not something I would usually do but it was interesting. We learnt about buddhism, there were some cool statues, swords and picture books. We watched a guy juggle, I was kind of pissed as apparently where the dude was there are usually performing monkeys which I would have found more interesting than the man.
Part of the afternoon made me reflect on certain things such as how people back home are ‘lucky’. There was a big group of people congregated in the park they lost their jobs in the recession. As a result they now have to live in the park. I Also discovered that the perception of London has some what changed since I first travelled abroad when I was 18. back then people were surprised that there were black people in London, and I had not had tea with the queen in Buckingham palace. Now London is viewed as a dangerous no go area, Marilyn’s friend is a teacher, she happened to work in a school in east London, due to her experience with violent kids who did not want to learn or show any respect she had decided that London is a no go area. Especially now that almost every week end kids are ending each others lives!!! These kids need to fix up and stop giving tarnishing London’s reputation.
Were later went to 0101 which is like your house of Frazier or debenhams, they had lots of pretty shoes. Before I went out there I kind of figured that shoes and clothes will not be available to me, and this was confirmed when I spotted some shoes and found that the biggest size that they stocked was a 24 to me and you a size 5.5…. I did not even bother with the clothes as I don’t think I have seen a chick over a size 12 yet!!!
We later parted from Marilyn and went to Shinjuku whilst here we went to the arcade, Mario kart all the way. When it was 1 game all we had to bounce for dinner. For dinner we met Meo and Joe for dinner. Meo used to live in London and Joe is from California. We went to some old school Japanese restaurant where you take your shoes off, sat on the floor and that served your food in a tapas sort of way, a little bit of everything. I sampled some Japanese alcohol Calpis tasted like watery milk and denki brown tasted like a mix between brandy and whisky don’t think that I will be in a hurry to drink either again. Meo is cool loud and bubbly not like your typical Japanese girl. Joe, what can I say the dude makes me laugh such a cool guy he is studying over here (2hours a day) and he spends the rest of his time trying to figure out what life is all about, good luck on that one bro.
Thursday 19 March 2009
Chop sticks!!!
Yesterday I had lunch at a Ramen restaurant. Ramen is noodles, so any one who has met me for lunch before at the thai café, its like the big bowl soup I usually get!!!! When the bowl was placed in front of me the aroma was fab, I was ready to tuck in, but I never knew how to use chopsticks…. When my bro and sis use them when we are out, I am usually too hungry to fuss with sticks and use a fork….
My bro showed me how to use the sticks, but as you can imagine it took a while to grasp. For all of you inexperienced users out there do not wear white whilst learning to use chop sticks. When I had finished my top resembled that of a toddler learning to eat spagehtti!!!
For dinner we hit a sushi bar, I met Aya my bro’s gal for the first time. She is stunning seen pictures before but any one can look good in a picture. The sushi bar was quite simple looking but the food was great. The fish just melted in your mouth and the rice was really soft. The sushi was accompanied with some salad, an eggy dish which tasted like a savoury Brule (yuck) and some misto soup. The sushi in London tastes so processed, not sure if wasabi or itsu will ever cut it again!!!
My chop stick usage improved, was so glad!! Will give myself a 6/10 this needs to improve!!
My bro showed me how to use the sticks, but as you can imagine it took a while to grasp. For all of you inexperienced users out there do not wear white whilst learning to use chop sticks. When I had finished my top resembled that of a toddler learning to eat spagehtti!!!
For dinner we hit a sushi bar, I met Aya my bro’s gal for the first time. She is stunning seen pictures before but any one can look good in a picture. The sushi bar was quite simple looking but the food was great. The fish just melted in your mouth and the rice was really soft. The sushi was accompanied with some salad, an eggy dish which tasted like a savoury Brule (yuck) and some misto soup. The sushi in London tastes so processed, not sure if wasabi or itsu will ever cut it again!!!
My chop stick usage improved, was so glad!! Will give myself a 6/10 this needs to improve!!
Quarter Life Crisis
Could it be that I have just got over a quarter life crisis? Is there such a thing??? Mid life crisis are common amongst men when they hit their 50’s. They suddenly realise that they are losers and try and sleep with any thing that moves purchase a leather jacket, buy a fast whip and try and relieve their youth. I am not 50, nor am I male or consider myself old. So why did I feel like I was underachieving and running out of time???
Of late my thinking was that I have ticked off quite a few things of my list of things to do list but does that mean that my targets were too easy??? Everyday I am feeling less challenged and bored does that mean that I am ungrateful? Do I need another stint in Nigeria for me to realise how blessed I am???
So has the world that we live in changed so much that it is harder to be satisfied with just doing everyday things? Or am I just suffering from boredom which is leading me to delve too deeply into minor things, making things appear worst than they are. Do I just need to discover new things? For entertainment I used to rave like an animal sometimes 5 times a week (uni days) now that scene makes me sick. For a while I was bar hopping and drink ups Tayo will know about those. Then I was going to comedy nights, restaurants and concerts. Now I spend more time indoors watching TV or partaking in what ever physical activity that I have become a fan of. My latest craze is boxing and I unwind to yoga.
After some thinking and a chat with a mate I realised that I just need to set myself some juicer goals and just enjoy/appreciate what I have. I was probably just suffering from the 20% / 80% where one searches for the missing 20% once that 20% has been discovered they realise that there was nothing wrong with the 80% that they initially had and dumped. Besides I could find myself in much worse situations…
Of late my thinking was that I have ticked off quite a few things of my list of things to do list but does that mean that my targets were too easy??? Everyday I am feeling less challenged and bored does that mean that I am ungrateful? Do I need another stint in Nigeria for me to realise how blessed I am???
So has the world that we live in changed so much that it is harder to be satisfied with just doing everyday things? Or am I just suffering from boredom which is leading me to delve too deeply into minor things, making things appear worst than they are. Do I just need to discover new things? For entertainment I used to rave like an animal sometimes 5 times a week (uni days) now that scene makes me sick. For a while I was bar hopping and drink ups Tayo will know about those. Then I was going to comedy nights, restaurants and concerts. Now I spend more time indoors watching TV or partaking in what ever physical activity that I have become a fan of. My latest craze is boxing and I unwind to yoga.
After some thinking and a chat with a mate I realised that I just need to set myself some juicer goals and just enjoy/appreciate what I have. I was probably just suffering from the 20% / 80% where one searches for the missing 20% once that 20% has been discovered they realise that there was nothing wrong with the 80% that they initially had and dumped. Besides I could find myself in much worse situations…
Tokyo Baby
Been up for 24 hours and its only 15:00!!! My flight was surprisingly pleasant once I over came the issues of my suit case being 7kgs over my limit!!! I worked on a project, watched a couple of movies slum dog millionaire and the women. Read the paper (that Fritzel guy makes me sick) and listened to some music ate some shitty food and the next thing I knew I was in Tokyo.
Luckily immigration was not really a long thing. The only issue that came up was my own fault. When I was filling out my visa and they wanted to know the address I was staying out. Then it dawned on me that I never asked my bro for his address. After hotting me up for a while they let me through.
If there is one thing that today has taught me where ever black people are they are always singled out, even if they are doing absolutely nothing!! Whilst packing last night I asked my bro if I need my drivers licence or anything as prove of id. He told me all that was needed was my passport and I must carry it out with me at all times. Within 2 minutes of meeting my bro some feds stopped us to ask for id. They claim that it was random, they did not stop anyone before or after us.
We exited to airport to some lovely weather (20 degrees) its been a while since i felt heat like that. we exited and continued the journey to my bro’s 3 trains later we arrived at his flat. On every train I got on I saw people weaaring surgical masks, i just assumed that they were doctors. After a while it was getting too much, when i quizzzed my bro he said that people wore masks to protect themselves from catching and spreading germs!!! shocking behaviour!!!!
Just had lunch gonna relax now as we will be hitting the town later. more to follow...............
Luckily immigration was not really a long thing. The only issue that came up was my own fault. When I was filling out my visa and they wanted to know the address I was staying out. Then it dawned on me that I never asked my bro for his address. After hotting me up for a while they let me through.
If there is one thing that today has taught me where ever black people are they are always singled out, even if they are doing absolutely nothing!! Whilst packing last night I asked my bro if I need my drivers licence or anything as prove of id. He told me all that was needed was my passport and I must carry it out with me at all times. Within 2 minutes of meeting my bro some feds stopped us to ask for id. They claim that it was random, they did not stop anyone before or after us.
We exited to airport to some lovely weather (20 degrees) its been a while since i felt heat like that. we exited and continued the journey to my bro’s 3 trains later we arrived at his flat. On every train I got on I saw people weaaring surgical masks, i just assumed that they were doctors. After a while it was getting too much, when i quizzzed my bro he said that people wore masks to protect themselves from catching and spreading germs!!! shocking behaviour!!!!
Just had lunch gonna relax now as we will be hitting the town later. more to follow...............
Sunday 15 March 2009
The Countdown
Never done this blogging thing before, I have not even written in a diary since I was like 13 and that did not last for long. Most people I know have tried this blogging thing at one time or the other, so I thought that I would give it a go. I am always cussing people that write stuff that has no point, no meaning or punch line. After reading certain things I feel like I have just wasted precious minutes of my life!!! Let’s hope that I do not become one of those pricks.
At this point I don’t know what my intentions are with this blogging thing. I guess I want to share a few of my thoughts as I have loads of them, thoughts that is. J Black will know this as I am always bombarding him with what I think, thanks hun considering how much I know you hate your phone, email and general comms. You may find some of my content funny, boring, intelligent or I maybe able to give you something to think about. You can usually tell what I am thinking from my facial expressions. Lolita, Temi and Jemma are always the first to tell me what I am thinking by looking at my face. As there is not a camera following me around I guess I have to find a way to translate my thoughts and facial expressions into words. Feedback would be nice I always take criticism good or bad on board, whether I let the critic know it or not.
In 80 odd hours time I will be boarding a plane to Japan, my first visit to Asia. I should be buzzing with anticipation for several reasons. I have not seen my bro for two years, I will get to experience a new culture and hopefully pick up some words (anyone who knows me will laugh as my distinct cockney accent makes me sound shit when speaking any languages, yes English included) I will not have to sit on the underground and get shipped like an animal to a job that I despise. Most importantly I will be getting the hell out of London for the best part of two weeks.
I am not buzzing because the sad reality is that no matter how much fun I have I am coming back to the same reality that I will be leaving. For those of you that don’t know me, my life is not bad it’s just that like the rest of the human race things never seem to come together at once and that is what has got my goat. Trying to figure out if there is such thing as perfect, or whether perfect is a state where the mind finally accepts that nothing is perfect.
Hopefully my time away will help me get closer to understanding my own definition of perfect which I will let you know when I do :D. I also hope to clear my head and gain the courage that I will need to embark on a full scale job hunt when I get back. Yes I will defy the credit crunch and land my perfect job, having said that would I ever be happy lining someone else’s pocket and getting thrown chump change……..
At this point I don’t know what my intentions are with this blogging thing. I guess I want to share a few of my thoughts as I have loads of them, thoughts that is. J Black will know this as I am always bombarding him with what I think, thanks hun considering how much I know you hate your phone, email and general comms. You may find some of my content funny, boring, intelligent or I maybe able to give you something to think about. You can usually tell what I am thinking from my facial expressions. Lolita, Temi and Jemma are always the first to tell me what I am thinking by looking at my face. As there is not a camera following me around I guess I have to find a way to translate my thoughts and facial expressions into words. Feedback would be nice I always take criticism good or bad on board, whether I let the critic know it or not.
In 80 odd hours time I will be boarding a plane to Japan, my first visit to Asia. I should be buzzing with anticipation for several reasons. I have not seen my bro for two years, I will get to experience a new culture and hopefully pick up some words (anyone who knows me will laugh as my distinct cockney accent makes me sound shit when speaking any languages, yes English included) I will not have to sit on the underground and get shipped like an animal to a job that I despise. Most importantly I will be getting the hell out of London for the best part of two weeks.
I am not buzzing because the sad reality is that no matter how much fun I have I am coming back to the same reality that I will be leaving. For those of you that don’t know me, my life is not bad it’s just that like the rest of the human race things never seem to come together at once and that is what has got my goat. Trying to figure out if there is such thing as perfect, or whether perfect is a state where the mind finally accepts that nothing is perfect.
Hopefully my time away will help me get closer to understanding my own definition of perfect which I will let you know when I do :D. I also hope to clear my head and gain the courage that I will need to embark on a full scale job hunt when I get back. Yes I will defy the credit crunch and land my perfect job, having said that would I ever be happy lining someone else’s pocket and getting thrown chump change……..
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