Sunday, 30 August 2009
BACK OFF!
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Retro 90's
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Angela Lansbury - Murder She Wrote
Livin Proof @ Market Place 08.08.09
Livin Proof @ the Market Place 08.08.09
Perhaps one of the few times I have been able to get into the livin proof night, I must admit these DJ's know tp rock the mic or more so the crowd. Playing some good ass tunes pre and post my existence. For those who don't know it is a prodominately an old skool hip-hop night- with a sprinkle of funk, soul and r'n'b. My eyes were popping out me head - so many hotties Mc' Hotts. That said I am counting down the days to the next night guys.
(The hotties Mc Hott - especially the one in the black t-shirt. I am a secret white boy lover).
(The hotties Mc Hott - especially the one in the black t-shirt. I am a secret white boy lover).
Chuncky Legs, Tropical Colours & Afrocentric Prints
Thursday, 6 August 2009
Songs on my iTunes
A real classic. Always reminds me of this boy I liked who was real passionate about this track. We had a lengthy convo about it. He liked the hip-hop beat on an r'n'b track. He's a hip-hop dj btw. How poignant, ah?
Dont lil kim look hot - what happend?
The best female r'n'b group ever
Records in my Mum's Shed
When my mum sent me into the shed, I thought:'fucking do it your self'. This was perhaps the only house chore paid off. I find some 80's records in there and decided to steal them. Yes I Stole form my mum. Don't act like you have'nt done it.
Nicely Dressed People
I feel a sense of commitment to show you those who share my vision - especially wardrobe wise. I guess there will be an attack the Janine clone's. So ya better prepare.
This Angela a photographer - from the female only spoken word night,'Style and Substance.' Fell in love with how she teamed Reebok Classics with her modernist dress.
Below is a girl I randomly saw in Stratford - looking uber cool. Can't remember your name (so sorry) but this chica is 15 (I know). Just could'nt get over her style. Keep it up.
I met Paris last night on the disrict line. I suffered a mini orgasm whilst eyeing up her leotard. She reckoned she got it from H&M but I think she is lying - because I have'nt seen it. Check out that necklace.
Another lady name who I can not remember but I met her at the Market Place, Oxford St. Absolutely feeling those creps.
This Angela a photographer - from the female only spoken word night,'Style and Substance.' Fell in love with how she teamed Reebok Classics with her modernist dress.
Below is a girl I randomly saw in Stratford - looking uber cool. Can't remember your name (so sorry) but this chica is 15 (I know). Just could'nt get over her style. Keep it up.
I met Paris last night on the disrict line. I suffered a mini orgasm whilst eyeing up her leotard. She reckoned she got it from H&M but I think she is lying - because I have'nt seen it. Check out that necklace.
Another lady name who I can not remember but I met her at the Market Place, Oxford St. Absolutely feeling those creps.
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
One of my fav songs
I can listen to this song on repeat several hundred times and feel like it is the first time I have heard it.
Hitting it on the Head
Bell Hooks, what a fucking literary genius. I swear! I do believe that Out Law Culture is a must read, as it takes it from the view point of a black feminism as many mainstream feminist believe we still do not exist. She provided intellectual insight and cusses of Naomi Wolfe - I am glad some one has! And provides some real soul food for thought.
Paper Waster
What a pile of bull shit. Yep the 'Beauty Myth' by Naomi Wolfe, was a painful read at times I knew would have more fun ripping out my eyes and slitting my wrists simultaneously. Of course, by most White middle class American feminist, they believe this political viewpoint was created for them and them alone. Not once does Ms Wolfe consider how the beauty myth may affect women of color or those from working class background. She provides not insight as to how black women perceive mainstream magazines that is catered for white women with little or no representation of themselves. Thus the affect it may have upon how they feel society may view their attractiveness. Or how working class women who normally cannot afford such luxuries to make them beauty and how promoting an affluent lifestyle may impact upon them.
Pedagogy of the Oppressed
A very serious book that outline, analysis and deconstruct how the elites are and stay in power. It is not another Marxist's read that preaches to the converted, it provides practical methods of how to enlighten those who do not realized their conscious state of being oppressed. Once that is achieved - then bring on the revolution!
Monday, 3 August 2009
A story of a Broken Heart
When I blew the fragments of my heart in the sky I hoped you would pick up every last piece.
But you left behind an important part part of me.
Since then, your love has never fulfilledme.
Flowing outof that unfixable gap.
Falsely bonded with glue.
You were blind to its incompleteness.
And never notices our love fading throught that crack.
So when each piece began to decay and fall apart,
You became ignorant to how you broke my heart.
But you left behind an important part part of me.
Since then, your love has never fulfilledme.
Flowing outof that unfixable gap.
Falsely bonded with glue.
You were blind to its incompleteness.
And never notices our love fading throught that crack.
So when each piece began to decay and fall apart,
You became ignorant to how you broke my heart.
A Stolen Heart
As I was digging my way through the depths of my emotional debris.
In the process finding and much needingly ridding of broken hearts, insecurities and ex boyfriends and finally creating some space in my cattle-market-heart.
I realised whilst dusting off my fear of commitment, that I have lost my heart.
Which is a bit of a bitch as I promised to give too two people and loan it to another.
What do I say when I turn up heartless? 'Sorry I'm not the loving type?'
With all lost things, you go to the place you had it last?
But my ex said he sent it back in the post, but forgot to label it fragile.
Which now explains how it got broken.
But I remember mending it until it looked brand new with no scracth in sight.
So where is the damn thing?
After weeks of soul searching, online dating and blind dates.
No avail.
This blood pumping muscle had done a runner.
Three months had past and began to put up 'lost heart' posters everywhere - with the cutest picture I could evoke symptathy with.
I was running around like a headless chicken - my emotional desperation was at an all time high.
I was even considering a heart transplant.
I wanted a heart and I want it now.
I setup a media appeal - it went nation wide.
Crime stoppers were offering rewards. The Sun had me on thier front cover.
Yet, she was still missing.
After a year the police gave up the search. But I never did,
They said she is probably dead in ditch that heart of yours.
I cried. I missed her so.
A few hoours later my bell rang.
But the person did not stay.
There was a box neatly tied with a bow.
I opened it, inside was a note, it read:
'Untill you are ready to give me away. I will come back home. Love Heart'
In the process finding and much needingly ridding of broken hearts, insecurities and ex boyfriends and finally creating some space in my cattle-market-heart.
I realised whilst dusting off my fear of commitment, that I have lost my heart.
Which is a bit of a bitch as I promised to give too two people and loan it to another.
What do I say when I turn up heartless? 'Sorry I'm not the loving type?'
With all lost things, you go to the place you had it last?
But my ex said he sent it back in the post, but forgot to label it fragile.
Which now explains how it got broken.
But I remember mending it until it looked brand new with no scracth in sight.
So where is the damn thing?
After weeks of soul searching, online dating and blind dates.
No avail.
This blood pumping muscle had done a runner.
Three months had past and began to put up 'lost heart' posters everywhere - with the cutest picture I could evoke symptathy with.
I was running around like a headless chicken - my emotional desperation was at an all time high.
I was even considering a heart transplant.
I wanted a heart and I want it now.
I setup a media appeal - it went nation wide.
Crime stoppers were offering rewards. The Sun had me on thier front cover.
Yet, she was still missing.
After a year the police gave up the search. But I never did,
They said she is probably dead in ditch that heart of yours.
I cried. I missed her so.
A few hoours later my bell rang.
But the person did not stay.
There was a box neatly tied with a bow.
I opened it, inside was a note, it read:
'Untill you are ready to give me away. I will come back home. Love Heart'
Its been long time....
As Timberland says: ' It's been a long time I should'nt have left' but im back and ready to go.
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