MEET ME HALFWAY

Wow, what a year. I truly hope your's was as wild as mine...and despite my negative 'tude, I mean that in the best possible way

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PINKBERRY AND PINK CHAMPAGNE

 My mom is preparing to meet the queen this weekend so I'm over at her's again messing around in her closet.

 Cheap no name wayfarers, polka dot head tie, lace dress - H&M, thrifted bag, neon slippers bought over the weekend at Dragonmart; this never-ending story of a chinese outlet mall in Dubai.

 Wanted to show you one of 6 options I put together for her for the soiree but they're not uploading...so...oh well. I guess this is yet another personal outfit post.

miss my old room...

It just dawned on me that I am sporting a coca cola addiction so severe right now that last night when I discovered that there was no fizzy in the house at an ungodly hour, I got dressed with the intention of downing as many free glasses of coke as possible at ladies night at my favourite neighbourhood club. Word. 

Right now, really craving kushari (even if it sounds like a cheap drug, which, I guess it is), reading Rope Burns by FX Toole for my fight training (the book to Million Dollar Baby) and looking for my stretchiest skinnies to go boarding with the bros tomorrow (woop woop! Haven't skated in like forever!)

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I'VE GOT STAINS ON MY TSHIRT

Behind the scenes of one of my latest little projects.

I wanna be a stylist, man.

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OVER FRIENDLY GUESTS YOU'VE BROUGHT TO BED

SOOO HAPPY to have found my camera's battery charger cable. I died on 74 trillion occasions not having my camera these last couple weeks, I swear. Also discovered most parts of Abu Dhabi in my search to find a new cable. They ended up telling me to call some random number in Sharjah (a whole other emirate/state) and they MIGHT have it and could POSSIBLY deliver it to me. It's amazing how all the workers here are so confident they know what they're talking about. They sent me to all these amazing places searching in vain. At the end of the day, while unpacking my summer suitcases the other night, I found the cable tangled up in the cord for my GHD hair straightener - I thought it was part of it. Yeah...I did that...

So anyways, some photos I found on my camera that I've been reminiscing over (no, no sobby ex-boyfriend memories, in case you were worried). London/Beijing/Trinidad/Dubai/Abu Dhabi.

DRINKING TEA WITH THE TASTE OF THE THAMES

Took me a minute, but I'm back and settled in LDN. Here's what you missed:

12/01/09
5:30am: Dressing for flight in 'conservative pilot's daughter' attire. Battle with mom over whether or not I can get away with a bottle of Absolut in my suitcase as I'm underaged and in a muslim country. She takes the bottle promising to send it with my dad for me later and I keep the glitzy red sequined case it comes in (YES, Some luscious friend of my mom's got it for me for the birthday!). Twirl for my dad for outfit approval (can't embarass Captain Martin), then screech off to the airport (he's doing a flight around the same time to Mumbai). Check in, share a coffee and a moment with the parental unit, get handed a wad of american and british bills for my birthday, exuent to gate. Board and find that my seat is #8, which means business! ...or pleasure.

8:30am: Take-off. Read Shantaram, nap, watch CSI and Two and a Half Men, take silly pictures, nap, unwillingly unpack laptop and set to work polishing off essay due same day.

1pm: Land. Fast Track (fuck yeah). Tube. Bus. Thank several gods that the weather is still tolerable. Shower. Set back to work on essay, while eating the only thing I have in my cupboard; eggs and tea.

5pm: Send off essay and first chapter of my novel an hour before deadline cut-off. Do absolutely nothing.

7pm: Get Chinese at the little shop down the street. The lady missed me and gives me a free 2009 Chinese calendar. I am the year of the Snake. Put up calendar in our common room. Stuff my face and scrutinize the queer looking expression on my face in the picture on my new Student Oyster (it took me 2.5 years into my 3 year course to get this).

13/01/09
Noon: Overly jovial phone call from my cousin Becks that wakes me up. She wants to know if we're still on for tonight. Yes, we are. Facebook, Facebook, Facebook, Emails, Facebook, Gumtree.

4pm: Head over to main office and check for mail. Receive a copy of 'The Freelance Writer's Handbook: How to Make Money and Enjoy your Life', which I ordered from Amazon the night before my flight. Sit and start to read it while eating some obscure yet tasty mushroom dish I cooked.

9:30pm: Meet Becks at Punk in West End for a drink and a disgusting birthday shot. Die in a corner for a hot minute, watching two after-work 40 somethings attempt dance to 80's tunes. Head over to The Roxy for a Re-Fresher's 'hang' with some uni friends. Admire the American study abroad kids as they stick out like sore thumbs bumping and grinding in baggy jeans and/or hoodies and/or uggs while everyone else does epileptic indie moves in skinny jeans and bowler hats. Kronenbourg, Flatliners, B-52's, Russian Roulettes, among other flirty cocktail pitchers. Morissey, C.S.S., King of Leon, Vampire Weekend, Heartsrevolution...yadda yadda.

4am: Pee in a corner. Night buses. Cheesy fries and late-night texts asking Panda to call.

14/01/09
2pm: HSBC to put my new 2009 savings plan into effect (go me!). Sit in Starbucks for several hours with my new book and a massive Chai Tea Latte (the best damn thing short of iced green tea lattes). Leave once the 16 year old after school set hit.

5pm: Waitrose. I buy
spinach
mushrooms
cheese blocks
thai sweet chili sauce
'dijonaise'
whole wheat bread
cream cheese
cinammon and raisin bagels
actimel
toothpaste
hand soap
parmesan
tomato and mascarpone sauce
penne
OJ
honey mustard dressing
grapes
cherry tomatoes
salad bowl (I recently became intrigued by salads so...yuh know)

7pm: blogging this, thinking about my future salads and wondering why I agreed to get test shots done on Friday for modelling/casting agency 'interested in my look'.

YOU'VE GOT YOUR MOTHER IN A WHIRL CUZ SHE'S NOT SURE IF YOU'RE A BOY OR A GIRL

A new year requires new looks. I'm going back with curly and healthy hair for a while. Looking back, it makes me laugh to see the constant perils I've allowed my hair to face.

-red dye
-purple dye
-pink dye that came out prawn cracker orange
-bleached
-blue braided extensions
-regular braided extensions
-corn/cane rows. yes. shut up.
-GHD used and abused

until I was finally told to keep my hands away from my head and had it all chopped off two January's ago. Good times, good times...but let's leave it at that, shall we? It's still pretty damaged in this picture, but some hairdressers are amazing people. I've been amusing myself for ages with these curls, jumping up and down and shit. Curls are fun.

I know. Absence. Chill out for a bit. I am officially on vacation after a gruelling last day yesterday where I ran around volunteering to host our uni's Creative Writing Day then had to get all dolled up in someone else's flat for the soiree where I performed my first reading. Went well. But, of course, I was on stage, so I can't tell you what the reception was like. There was a whistle somewhere in there, and a girl in a nice hat who said the piece was 'absolutely lush'? And there were 32 bottles of free wine. So that was that.

More from me soon, when I am done vegetating in bed with a box of orange juice. But for now:

-whoever this sexy-backed bitch is, well, firstly, she knows how to dress to save lives and she nicked my back art. A friend of mine also asked permission for it. But, it's all good. I'm movin' on to my next big ink project soon.

-look out for a big ass picture post of my christmas wish list..whenever I feel like..

-R.I.P. Bettie Page. Funny how she only just became a recent fashion icon of mine what with my newfound interest in fetishism and sexiness and all that...

-speaking of which, the inescapable bondage workshop was heights. And I decided that if there was such a thing (is there?), I would get a PhD in Japanese Rope Bondage. It's beyond gorgeous and I class it as an intricate work of art rather than sleaze. Got tied up myself. Pictures soon (possibly). Plus I got to chill out with Chanta Rose and watch male submissives roll around on the floor in their wife's panties trying to get themselves undone because their mistresses wouldn't untie them. fun.

-Joshua Idehen is a demi-god of the spoken word scene who performed at our soiree last night. He has a buncha poetry/spoken word/music stuffs going on that I can't seem to pinpoint but start here if you're interested in that sought of epic mess, and check him out sometime.

-some lovely family have just flown into London and I just got invited out to dinner at Carluccio's tomorrow, then to sleep over at their chic South Ken temp. pad (sigh...my life). Carluccio's is one of those italian musts in the city. They're one of those good ones that have like 8 things on their menu because they specialize in them? Yuh know? With that said, visit...

-Going to finally see that Twilight movie next week with my cousin Becks, as we are one of the only few people in our usually very intellectual and tasteful circle who are hopeless fans. No one else would dare utter the words 'One ticket to Twilight' so we're forced to accompany each other. Not even my 13 year old sister would utter it apparently. How much lamer am I going to get?

-Then fly home on christmas eve and vegetate some more, but in better weather, with a free gym, running track and pool, a bigger comfier uncollegiate bed, home cooked food, parental hugs, new white puppies, reading FOR PLEASURE, and the list goes pleasantly on...Very excited and fingers are crossed and chafing that I get into business or first class again this time. That would be a great end to a taxing semester and THE BEST christmas present. Has anyone been in business/first on Etihad Airways? HM! Well, let me just say they are the national airline of Abu Dhabi (the richest city in the world) and they cater to the every need of its ridiculously deep-pocketed Arab community. And my dad flies captain for them. You get me? Good times, good times..

-and, just so I don't get harassed, the above picture of A REALLY GOOD IDEA is from the Garbage Dress blog, which is a good fashion read, actually. x

AND SOMEDAY I DO BELIEVE I'LL BE BURIED SIX FEET UNDER GROUND

Today's my fake ID birthday. I' m finally 21! Okay, so here's the story behind that. When I was in Trinidad over the summer, my 17 year old brother suddenly showed up one night at one of the clubs I was partying at. And he had this totally legit looking ID on his smug person. He told me his friend from elementary school started making these things for the hell of it. He got it free. So I thought I might as well get one done before heading off to the US in a couple weeks to visit Panda. Got one. But the kid's still a bit slow so...you'll never guess what happened. The D.O.B. on it, for some strange reason wasn't my own, but some made up one: December 3rd 1987! Which made me....20! I didn't have time to blast him because I literally drove over to his house the morning I was headed to the airport (because he was WORLDS behind schedule) and I just assumed that I would be 21 if that's what we had agreed I was going to be (HELLO! Travelling to L.A. in a matter of hours!). Anyways, so I swiped it, thanked him and left. It's only when I got on the flight and could relax that I checked it. 20. TWENTY. 21-1.

But anyways, since it's a foreign license from a third world country, the bouncers in L.A. totally just let me in anyways. But the first night I went out there I tried switching around the dates telling the bouncers that my birthday was actually the 12th of the 3rd month rather than the 3rd of the 12th month, and that worked too.

Anyways, so here I am, 21/19. I am planning a birthday party soon but as for tonight I'm just home chilling, listening to Paradise Lost (can't be arsed to get out of my PJ's). Plus this book I'm reading that I nicked from the Skin Two office is going pretty good : My Girlfriend Comes to the City and Beats Me Up by Stephen Elliott. Pick this up and...take a shot for me! :)

NOVEMBER IS ALL THAT STUFF FROM A MILLIONS

This weekend I moved all my shit into my flat, cleaned and sorted out my room, watched the movie above for research purposes, donated pubes to a friend's in-the-works poetry/art project (and will continue to do so til about mid-december), bought Panda a Christmas present that I'll have to mail him soon, did a teensy bit of Primark perusing and purchasing as a reward, went to a private member's BDSM club and discovered some really interesting shit, had a couple drinks and a laugh with some really interesting and fun people who I will be meeting up later this week for a drink, for the LAM (London Alternative Market) and after party, and for a workshop in Bondage put on by Bondage conoisseur Chanta Rose. I have been shortlisting people's creative entries for a Creative Writing Competition our school's putting on that I'm helping out with, entered two of my own pieces, went to see Tacit Theatre's latest production called Scaramouche Jones that I got into for free because I agreed to be the press and review it for their website, got piss drunk at the producer's flat and spent the night there, scrambled home early the next day to write an article on cocktails for Societe Magazine that was due the night before (but which since it's a mag based in the US, I just about made the deadline, being 8 hours ahead), searched in vain for a secondhand copy of Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress which I am supposed to read for tomorrow's class but for which I will just have to use my memory (read it in my pre-teens) and keep very quiet, bought a book on Buddhism and one on Hinduism and made very tasty risotto.

And now I have the flu. But I wrote this because I felt bad that my absence has approached the 7-day mark, and I still want you to read me. But I'm afraid, this week is going to be just as hectic as the last so posts will remain sporadic. I've got about 3 articles due this week, more competition entries to shortlist, class, work experience at Skin Two, severe reading, a fake birthday party to plan and the bizarre list goes meandering on, and on, like the fucking yellow brick road. So have a look at the blogs on my list, will you, until I return next.

SO I TAKE MY TIME GUIDING THE BLADE DOWN THE LINE

Really busy schedule ahead of me for the rest of the month, and all the way into December: coursework, articles, BDSM reviews, satanic clubbing, daddy visits, fake ID birthdays, friend's legit ID birthdays, Russian BBQ's, Neon Nights, writing competitions and travel. Which brings me back to satanic clubbing. I might be going undercover for my fetish project to Club Anti-Christ for AC Lite on December 5th. Come and hang with me...if you even recognize me post-geared up. Here are some of the Satanic Sluts totally owning it. Jealous. Almost.

Bleed for Me:

Verdandi:

Tempesta:

Razor Candi:

Darenzia:

Eva Morgan:

Morella:

Nitrogene

Listening to Lacuna Coil tonight. Always a favourite.