nearing the end of day here... it's been a long one. Dearbhla and I have just recovered from a little bit of a silly-fit. We've been giggling and making monkey voices from this really funny advert that they show here. Go to www.itv.com and view the monkey ads. You'll see what I mean.
Heading to Jo and Kat's new flat tonight for some takeaway and chats. I was just going to stay home and recover from last night but I figured that I only live once and that it would be a shame not to go.
There was some very serious misbehaving last night. LOL. However a true lady never kisses and tells. In my case, I'll just skirt the details.
I ended up back at home eating jam toast with Jo Jo.
No interesting bus journey this time... quite frankly simply due to the fact that I do not recall my bus ride home.
Heard from Mark today. I'm so thrilled to hear that he's making waves in his big fancy job! Yea! I love it when things work out for people!
Speaking of Mark, I've been reading Spiral girl's journal as of late. It's strange because now that she has a voice so to speak... she seems so much harsher than I imagined when I was just looking at the pretty pictures on her site. She's less curved around the edges she's more crass than I had imagined. I'm kind of disappointed, but such is life. Kind of like when you see a radio personality and they look nothing like you think they would.
KJ's boy has arrived from South Africa... Mum reports that he is far too old for her and that KJ has decided that he is definitely not boyfriend materiel. I know he's in his 40's I can't imagine the look on my mum's face when she met him. I know age doesn't mean much but it sure would have been interesting. Ah well, it's nice for her to have some adventure.
Spoke with my friend Kathie that I haven't seen properly for years. She might be coming to visit me when she finishes her degree. It would be really great to see her again!
I'm very impressed, my mission to blog everyday this week was almost a success. it is not easy to keep up!
Ah yes, it's B-rad's B'day today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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5.10.01
4.10.01
Oooh sweet mother of god, exclaims my Irish co-worker named Dearbhla! She makes me laugh. She has all these nutty expressions. Working here is such a cultural mish mash... German, South African, Irish, English, Welsh, Canadian... there is not a day that goes by that we aren't taking the piss out of one and other for our various cultural bizarreness...
Kerry is going to join Dan and I this evening on our traditional night on the town... in the famous words of Dan have been altered a bit today..."ladies, the sluts of Soho are on the prowl and with a new member" should be fun.
Was at the gym early this morning again... swimming last night. Good to know that I haven't fallen out of the habit of things even though it took me nearly a month to get things going... They show MTV on one of the flat screens that sits in front of the cardio... I'll get my video fixes at the gym since we don't get any on the TV at home...
It's been so busy and I'm so totally PMSing here at work... Tonight's outings will be a great stress reliever.
Have I mentioned how great a friend Sean is of late?
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3.10.01
“I am a fucking human being”
“I am a fucking human being” he exclaimed. There I sat in the middle of the upper deck of the 38 on my way back from comedy night at the Vespa lounge with Kerry. To the front of me were about 6 Asian men, sitting, occupying single places, bantering away in their own languages. Behind me sat a coloured man and a lower middle class white woman, to whom he was obviously trying to pull. In walked a skin head- late 20something man with a tattoo of a dragon that went from the front of his ear right on round to nearly his forehead. Complimenting this he had another tattoo of a small crucifix that sat right in between his eyebrows.
First there was a bit of commotion between this man and the fare collector. I was quickly relieved to discover that there was no conflict, and the proper fare was paid. The man with the tattoos was obviously rather sauced - and up for a bit of conversation. The reluctant fare conductor listened to the man as he started to pose his question. “ What do you think about this fucked up shit that has been going on lately?” The cautious Middle-Eastern fare collector skirted the question and tried to continue on collecting fares. He looked like he feared initiating some sort of fight with this daunting looking man.
I apprehensively waited for the conversation/response to transpire. I kept flashing my attention to the animated Asian conversation unravelling in front of me. There I sat, the passive observer, hoping for the best and expecting the worst… There was a slight lag in the conversation to the rear of me, broken swiftly by the fare collector asking the tattooed man if he had change for a 20£ note. Quite an odd exchange I thought to myself. The skinhead did indeed have change; during the exchange of monies the tattooed man took the occasion to prod on to the collector about what was clearly occupying his thoughts- the recent bombings in NYC. As all this unfolded, I started to realize that what I was witnessing was not brooding aggression on the part of a drunken racist, but a boy, a scared human being who just wanted to be comfort through an ordinary conversation. “ I am a fucking human being and I don’t care what the fuck god you or I believe in. What those fuckers did was wrong”.-he shouted.
At that very moment I felt very aware of how blatantly I pre-judged the tattooed man, and this entire incident. Everyone on that bus was indeed human; the fare collector who very diplomatically declined to debate, or take responsibility for a small sub-group of terrorists who may just by chance, share his religious beliefs. This was very fair. Just before I got up to get off, having missed my stop, the tattooed man exclaimed “ I feel like I’m going to explode with all the emotions I have inside me right now!” At that moment, time stood still. Then, with the blink of an eye, the Asian men snapped back into their conversation. I exhaled and thought how important it was that I absorbed this moment. I had learned so much … and how much I could sympathize with the man that I so swiftly miss-judged… How much I wanted to escape into the unknown secrecy of the Asian conversation… That’s when it hit me. Yes, think. We are all fucking human beings and perhaps, they too were discussing the recent turmoil’s. It was too late I was already one stop too far, and at that point in time I had to get off the bus.
thoughts? write me- sj_chick@yahoo.com
“I am a fucking human being” he exclaimed. There I sat in the middle of the upper deck of the 38 on my way back from comedy night at the Vespa lounge with Kerry. To the front of me were about 6 Asian men, sitting, occupying single places, bantering away in their own languages. Behind me sat a coloured man and a lower middle class white woman, to whom he was obviously trying to pull. In walked a skin head- late 20something man with a tattoo of a dragon that went from the front of his ear right on round to nearly his forehead. Complimenting this he had another tattoo of a small crucifix that sat right in between his eyebrows.
First there was a bit of commotion between this man and the fare collector. I was quickly relieved to discover that there was no conflict, and the proper fare was paid. The man with the tattoos was obviously rather sauced - and up for a bit of conversation. The reluctant fare conductor listened to the man as he started to pose his question. “ What do you think about this fucked up shit that has been going on lately?” The cautious Middle-Eastern fare collector skirted the question and tried to continue on collecting fares. He looked like he feared initiating some sort of fight with this daunting looking man.
I apprehensively waited for the conversation/response to transpire. I kept flashing my attention to the animated Asian conversation unravelling in front of me. There I sat, the passive observer, hoping for the best and expecting the worst… There was a slight lag in the conversation to the rear of me, broken swiftly by the fare collector asking the tattooed man if he had change for a 20£ note. Quite an odd exchange I thought to myself. The skinhead did indeed have change; during the exchange of monies the tattooed man took the occasion to prod on to the collector about what was clearly occupying his thoughts- the recent bombings in NYC. As all this unfolded, I started to realize that what I was witnessing was not brooding aggression on the part of a drunken racist, but a boy, a scared human being who just wanted to be comfort through an ordinary conversation. “ I am a fucking human being and I don’t care what the fuck god you or I believe in. What those fuckers did was wrong”.-he shouted.
At that very moment I felt very aware of how blatantly I pre-judged the tattooed man, and this entire incident. Everyone on that bus was indeed human; the fare collector who very diplomatically declined to debate, or take responsibility for a small sub-group of terrorists who may just by chance, share his religious beliefs. This was very fair. Just before I got up to get off, having missed my stop, the tattooed man exclaimed “ I feel like I’m going to explode with all the emotions I have inside me right now!” At that moment, time stood still. Then, with the blink of an eye, the Asian men snapped back into their conversation. I exhaled and thought how important it was that I absorbed this moment. I had learned so much … and how much I could sympathize with the man that I so swiftly miss-judged… How much I wanted to escape into the unknown secrecy of the Asian conversation… That’s when it hit me. Yes, think. We are all fucking human beings and perhaps, they too were discussing the recent turmoil’s. It was too late I was already one stop too far, and at that point in time I had to get off the bus.
thoughts? write me- sj_chick@yahoo.com
2.10.01
after all my little French speaking chicken ...
"after all my little French speaking chicken how could they have an opening night without Sohos premiere tarts?????" - says Dan in an e-mail she sent me yesterday. So very amusing. Heading out on either Thursday or Friday... Hopefully Friday, these Thursday night escapades are taking their toll!
I'm really enjoying things here. The drama factor is really low. It's so refreshing to start a new chapter of your life. I highly recommend it.
Started at the gym this morning (after weeks of procrastination) I feel like a million bucks. Got on the scale to find that I was 10 stone! LOL I love their system of body measurement here!
Still haven't had a chance to write out my really interesting journal entry. I wrote it out in my paper one but got too carried away watching the movie Heathers last night, that I didn't have the chance to key it. I'll try during my lunch....
Still very busy here, very wet today too... Although the leaves are not turning colour... they're falling off and fall is most definitely here.
Heard from Jeffie today! It was brilliant to hear about Susie's pink party! Sounds like a blast
"after all my little French speaking chicken how could they have an opening night without Sohos premiere tarts?????" - says Dan in an e-mail she sent me yesterday. So very amusing. Heading out on either Thursday or Friday... Hopefully Friday, these Thursday night escapades are taking their toll!
I'm really enjoying things here. The drama factor is really low. It's so refreshing to start a new chapter of your life. I highly recommend it.
Started at the gym this morning (after weeks of procrastination) I feel like a million bucks. Got on the scale to find that I was 10 stone! LOL I love their system of body measurement here!
Still haven't had a chance to write out my really interesting journal entry. I wrote it out in my paper one but got too carried away watching the movie Heathers last night, that I didn't have the chance to key it. I'll try during my lunch....
Still very busy here, very wet today too... Although the leaves are not turning colour... they're falling off and fall is most definitely here.
Heard from Jeffie today! It was brilliant to hear about Susie's pink party! Sounds like a blast
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