NEW YORK, NEW YORK!

I’m sitting here writing this blog entry from a little café called “Café Mocha”, which is located right on the corner of East 7^th Street and 2^nd Avenue. I’m sitting on the little sofa chair right by the window and as I look outside, I see the famous yellow NYC taxis zooming past, sounding their horns and trying to pick up passengers by the second. It’s all pretty surreal.

I’ve been here for about a week now, and with one more week left, I feel like there’s SO MUCH MORE I need to see. Whenever anyone says they’re off to New York for a break the first thing the person they’re talking to says is “Aaahhh, you’re gonna do a lot of shopping aren’t you!” This time last year, my answer would have been “Most definitely!”. My answer this year however, was “…Nah, probably not, you know” There is SO much more to New York City. Yes, it is one of the world’s fashion capitals, but so is London? Everything you can get over here – you can get in London. It might be slightly cheaper, but you know what? Not all that much. To be fair once you add on the tax here, it’s a wrap. The exchange rate is no longer 2 USD to a £1 GBP. It’s about 1.5 USD to a £1. The reason for going to New York is no longer just for shopping.

New York is generally just a feel-good place. Whilst I’ve been here, I’ve done quite a fair amount. I (along with my sister and some of her friends) went to the West Indian Labor Day Parade on Eastern Parkway in Brooklyn, which was amazing. The vibe was wonderful - from the bashment and soca sounds, to the beautiful abundance of Caribbean cuisine to the tonnes of good-looking young men. It was actually emotional. I’ve never seen that many boomies in one place. And they ACTUALLY holler. That’s the amazing thing about it. I hate to let my London boys down – but you guys are straight and utter pants when it comes to hollering girls most of them time. All I’m saying is that some of you need to be taking a leaf outta some these American boys books. Anyway, that’s another story altogether.

Another thing I’ve managed to do whilst being in New York is visit a museum, which is something I really wanted to do. My sister, her friend and I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, which was wonderful and really quite inspiring! We saw a lot of sculptures, paintings and even traditional American houses that had actually been built into the Museum, which I found quite amazing.

One of the things I really wanted to do on this trip to New York was to just explore it a lot more. Be it Manhattan, Brooklyn or Queens – I just wanted to walk round and explore. It is so easy to do that here, especially in Manhattan, as the whole of it is built up in blocks. I don’t even need a map (apart from a subway map, MAYBE). Once you know which way is uptown and downtown, and the names of your Avenues, you’re pretty much good to go! I really do try to walk most places as putting money on your MetroCard is a bit of a bump! It’s not really a thing though, since most of the time I’m not in a rush to go anywhere! It’s just brilliant.

One of the things I really love about NY is the people. Everyone I’ve spoken to here is extremely polite. Even strangers. It is definitely a far cry from home, I can tell you that for free. I’ve only been here for a week, and I can’t even count the amount of times I’ve been complimented. Whether it’s “Miss, you look beautiful today!” or “That dress is amazing” or “Those shoes look fabulous on you!”. Sometimes something like that is what you need to put a smile on your face in the morning! You seldom hear those compliments back at home. What I love about New York also, is that no one is “watching face”, as these young bucks put it. I know there are other females out there (namely females from London) who know how it feels to get on the bus, go upstairs and be screwed at by another group of girls. For what reason, who knows? I’m not going to lie; I’m guilty of being that female who’s given a screw once in a while (usually in defence). It’s really bad guys. An American girl has not ONCE screwed me at whilst I’ve been here – word to mother. They either notice you and smile, or just don’t notice you at all and go about their business. It’s more than a lot, trust me on it. It’s so refreshing to see everyone just doing his or her own thing and not passing judgement on anyone else. It’s also lovely to hear the words “Please” and “Thank You” actually being used. The British often do forget. It’s saddening. As ignorant as some Americans can be (it has to be said), they rarely forget their manners. It’s really nice.

New York truly is amazing. However, if people were to ask me now whether I would like to live there, my answer would most probably be no. New York City to me, seems like a really nice place to work and to build a social life. However, when it comes to thinking about the future and having a family, I don’t think New York City is somewhere I would want to build a life for my family. NY is such a fast-paced city; it means you are constantly on the go. Though I loved every minute of it, at times I found myself really longing for the chance to shout “STOP”, and take a minute to just be at one with myself, Rather than having to hear the yellow taxis constantly sounding their flamin' horns, and people bumping into me EVERY minute. I don’t like to be rushed, and I like to do things in my own time. Though I didn't actually physically rush to do anything, mentally, the city made me feel like I had to. I don’t think the culture of New York City really leaves much space for you to just be quiet, and on your own for a piece. It is because of this reason I can see myself relocating (if it is to the States) to somewhere like LA or Miami. I will be studying in the States for a year this time next year, and I hope to go to California. Maybe then, I can really start thinking about my future, and where I can see myself settling down.

Just thought I'd post a quick entry...

...regarding the thing I said I wouldn't "discuss until I'm safely through the finish line". Well I am safely through the finish line, and I'm happy to say...

I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST!

"What if..."

Okay, so this blog entry is slightly on the sentimental side of things. This past week I've really been quite pensive, and I've had quite a lot on my mind and I've been really busy. The first thing I won't discuss until I'm safely through the finish line. The second, being that my cousin is getting married on Saturday - so I've been getting my outfit, hair and whatnot sorted. However, the thing that's (unfortunately) been playing on my mind the most is the issue of...boys. My current situation with boys anyway, not them in general. I swore to myself that I would never let a boy consume my thoughts and get me down. I've kept to that for about 3 years now, but recently I haven't been as successful.

This blog entry is solely for the ladies, I'm quite aware that no guy will have any interest in what I am talking about. But hopefully some of the girlies will be able to relate.

Now, I don't know if it's just me (I hope it's not just me!). But whenever I seem to have a good thing going with a guy - that I like - I start looking for potholes in the relationship and start with the "what ifs". Need me to draw you a picture? Okay.

The Picture:
You like Boy 1. He likes you too. Something happens. You never discuss what happened. You suspect Boy 1 just doesn't know what he wants, because he's a boy. So life moves on and you meet Boy 2. You like Boy 2. Boy 2 likes you. Boy 2 is too good to be true. There's a few complications with Boy 2 but you believe you like him so much these complications can be resolved. Boy 2, being a boy, isn't as convinced. But eventually Boy 2 sees sense. However, it's too late, because you've already started comparing Boy 2 to Boy 1, even though you know Boy 2 is probably better for you than Boy 1. But for some reason Boy 1 is who you want now. Or at least you think you want Boy 1. But you also want Boy 2.


Why is this? Why all of a sudden are you interested in Boy 1? You know what, in my case - the extent to which I liked Boy 1 was somewhat emotional. Not to mention how long I had liked him. Wow. Could it be that we are lying to ourselves and never really stopped liking Boy 1? Could it be that I simply put him to the back of my mind? That sounds like it could make sense.

Point of Digression
So like, this blog entry is so, very BAIT. Good thing these guys don't read my blog. Hell, they don't even read. I might change a few things to increase the anonymity of the situation. You won't know what I've changed, because I would've changed whatever needs changing in this blog before you even get to this point. Come to think of it, there's no reason for this digression :/. The entry's still kinda bait though. Anyway.
End of Digression

The main problem is what to do when these feeling do surface. Do we act on them? I'm quite tempted to do so, I'm not gonna lie. However, thanks to close friends and my lovely sister, they told me quickly NOT to act on it. If I do, I will risk losing the good thing that I already kinda have and quite possibly could have, simply because I am curious about something that COULD HAVE happened. Like they say, everything happens for a reason - I just wish I knew what the reason was. And here come the what ifs. You see what I mean? It's self-sabotage. It's almost like I don't want myself to be happy. The Boy 1 situation caused me quite a bit of heartache, if I'm totally honest. Do I really want that for myself again? The answer should be no. But even while I write this blog I'm thinking "What if he feels the same way and we should be together?". It's a vicious cycle.

Get yourself out of it.

That's what I'm gonna try and do. Stick with Boy 2 - better yet stick with yourself, until you're ready to combat all the emotions that the male specimen seem to always set aflame.

Certain black youth need to have more ambition!

Previous entries in this blog have included me talking about the infamous social networking site Facebook; and BlackBerrys and iPhones. One social networking site I failed to mention however, was Twitter. I don't intend to discuss Twitter right now, as it is not what this blog entry is about. However, this brief introduction is needed in order for me to commence this very important blog topic successfully.

This blog topic appealed to me as I was chillin' around our kitchen table, avin' a butchers on Twitter for BlackBerry a couple nights ago. This one name kept popping up on my timeline. It was Shardinay. So I'm sitting down now, thinking, "who the flamin' hell is Shardinay?" After tweeting that exact same question accompanied by a ":/", I received a reply with a Youtube link. I finished talking to my Mum, hopped upstairs and switched on Matilda.

Point of digression: Matilda is my Macbook. Such a beautiful, pure and virginal piece of technology. It's only right she have a name. End of digression.

So let's not waste any more time. This was the video. However, before you commit yourself to the viewing of this music video, please be reminded that this is at your detriment. I cannot be held responsible for the earaches and/or headaches you may suffer, after viewing this video. This is at your peril.



What the hell. What the actual hell. What the hell.

My initial reaction to this video in fact, were those exact same words. I still can't quite comprehend what Shardinay was thinking when she wrote this song. What she was thinking when she recorded it, or what she thought when they played the track back to her in the studio. What was she thinking when she sang into her hairbrush with just her teddy bears for company as a child? Surely she doesn't think she's the next Beyoncé? If she does, please, someone deliver me, (or her more appropriately!).

I'm not here to rip the girl (did enough of that on Twitter, lol), I just feel Shardinay is the perfect example of a young black woman who needs to have more ambition. When we were 5 years old, and people asked us "What would you like to be when you grow up?", and we replied "I wanna be an astronaut" or, "I wanna be a singer", or "I wanna be a dancer". It was fine. At 5 years old we could just about get our hand-eye co-ordination right (bar that one slow-mo who could NEVER catch the ball in P.E. :|). We were children. We didn't know what we were on about. We didn't know what lawyers, journalists or marketing directors were. If we did, becoming a "singer" would never have been an option from the get-go. What I'm saying is, we're no longer children. We can now make informed decisions on our own and make up our own minds about things. Being 19+, we should now know our strengths, and realise the best way to have a successful career and make money is to follow our strengths.

Shardinay, singing is not your strength. Surely there's something else you enjoy doing, and that you are actually good at? I understand you enjoy singing and you are still your "no.1 fan", despite all the negative feedback, but I truly believe you are wasting a true talent that you possess in order to live a lie. Maybe you can write? Actually, wait. I lied. The lyrics in this tune are abysmal. I mean lyrics such as, "Oh Boy, I'm a bee with a sting, wait, let me sing" and "Oh Boy, I'm feeling kinda weak, wait, let me speak". Why are you feeling weak? Did you forget to have breakfast or something? You can't just make them kinda throwaway statements. Are you for real? Babe. You're currently residing on Cloud 9. Please join us back on the ground. It's nice down here.

As I said before, this blog is not to rip Shardinay (although it may seem so). I'm just concerned. I mean, all these 'artists' appearing on Channel AKA, do they really believe that music is their calling? These times, I know a good percentage of them got at least 5 A*-C grades in their GCSEs. You have the brains. It's not over for you yet. Try maths. You got an A in that. You could actually become quite a successful Investment Banker. Or try a language. You got a good grade in that. I mean, you could become a professional translator. It's not only celebrities that are successful. The richest man in the world is the CEO of a telecommunications company. The richest woman in the world is the daughter of the Wal-Mart founder, Sam Walton. Okay, yeah, she was born into wealth, so maybe that's not the best example. But look at Oprah Winfrey, she's extremely successful. Last time I checked, she wasn't a singer.

What I'm saying is, don't turn a blind eye to your real talents because they don't seem as exciting as another. Stick with your real talents, and nurture them. Don't try and make new ones. You'll just end up looking a fool. I'm not saying you must limit yourselves. That would be silly. The sky is the limit. In fact, the sky isn't even the limit - there's been footprints on the moon. But it'll be so much easier to get to the moon if you work with what you've got.

I'd much rather prefer "a quiet night in by the fireside"...

So it occurred to me last week as I was queuing up at the old "inc club" at the O2 that this life is no longer for me. Not life in general, because that would be suicide. I mean this so-called "raving" lifestyle that so many people my age are on. My dear friend Nicole (gotta love 'er), text me about two weeks prior to the event saying "Lydz there's one rave called Takeover happening at the O2, let's go", or something along those lines. My initial answer was "No." Just a straight up "No." Just, "No.". I really wasn't in the mood for shaking a leg, but when she text back saying "We're all going, Chloe's coming too", I changed my mind. Before we go any further, Chloe is not my lesbian crush okay. She's one of my closest friends from secondary school and prior to the "Takeover", I hadn't seen her since New Years, so I couldn't decline the invitation could I? So slightly swayed, however, still rather reluctant, I text back saying "Okay. I'll go". And that was that.

So the day arrived, and still feeling a little reluctant I decided to drag on the first thing I could find.

Point of digression: I lied. I didn't drag on the first thing I could find. To complicate things and piss me off even more 'Elite Entertainment' decided to call Takeover the "all white affair". I mean, really? Be serious. Nevertheless, I bought a nice white top from ASOS.com. Whilst writing this blog entry I tried to get a picture of the top to show you guys but the link failed me. So you'll just have to envision "a nice white top". I wore it with jeggings and some gladiator heels. End of digression.

So my mum dropped me to my friend's house, we then went to meet Chloe and then we made our way to the station to catch the tube to North Greenwich. Usually at this point the excitement would have kicked in; but I felt nothing. We got off the tube, tapped out and made our way into the O2. When we got there, the queue was abysmal. What's worse, why did my friends and I look like we were the oldest there? This was an 18+ event. I'm just 19, I should not be looking like Nana Alberta. And I have a baby face. While queuing I thought you know what? I'm so over this. The young bucks were just expressing more excitement than what was acceptable for this event really. I thought to myself "Nah Lydz, allow them", but then I thought "No, I was never like this.". It was so obvious that for the majority in that queue and venue, this would have been their first rave and night out. The evidence being that one girl was wearing a birthday badge labelled '18!', which terribly clashed with her already terrible ensemble. Ick.

We finally got in, deposited our jackets in the cloakroom and headed for the bar. You know what I ordered. Disaronno and Cranberry. Had to get some drink down me because it was gonna be a long night. As I sipped on my drink, the DJ started spinning Trey Songz's "Say Aah", I danced a lil and started to enjoy myself a bit more - but we soon went to find a seat.

And that's where I stayed.

Joke. I danced to the occasional catchy song, but to be quite honest, I spent most of my night sitting down when I could. I just wasn't up for it. I thought I would never say it, but I think it's getting to the point where I'm beginning to dislike raving. It's too much effort. Not that I dislike getting dolled up, coz I don't. But it's the excited youth with their so-called "skanking" and "daggering". What the actual hell. When the bashment popped off it was literally like you were strolling down the flippin' gaza strip, Kingston, Jamaica. Don't piss me off. From when your passport is green and your name is Olufemi Adedeji. You just don't know init. Not to mention the girls. One girl was so excited she nearly made me spill my drink coz she was skanking so hard with some any Jerome. The way I almost slapped her. Had to keep my composure. Those who know me know I'm quite calm, that's how you know I was really pissed off. Moreover, the exposure of Arse Crevice was overwhelming. I wear short dresses occassionally, the main aim being to show off me pins. However these girls wanted to show arse. No. Like. ACTUAL ARSE. These dresses were so short they were non-existent. You. Look. Like. A. Slag. Simples. Put on some clothes girl. No one wants to see your batty chasm. Get gone.

Seriously, I could not wait to leave. I was secretly praying in my head that there would be beef so it could get locked off. I'm not saying I won't go to the occasional rave, but I'm done with these bait raves. Namely, these FACEBOOK raves. You see everyone and their mum there. I really don't feel like seeing your mum init. Just. Please. I'm not interested. I'd much rather go to a nice bar or a private party, or a 21+. I am so done with 18 and over. In fact, I'm so done I need a new word for it.

Rant over.

In the age of New Technology and Social Networking sites...is romance dead?

I've been having a think about this question for some time now, so I thought it was about time I blogged on it. I'm sure many girls reading this will agree with me when I say the rise in purchases such as the "BlackBerry" mobile phone, and social networking sites such as the infamous "Facebook.com", has resulted in romance slowly, but surely dying. It may seem a little exaggerated, but let me just spell it out for you.

I'll begin with the BlackBerry. Now this is something I can really relate to, since I have one myself. True, the BlackBerry is practical and means one can easily keep in contact with someone, however, the main feature of the BlackBerry (which is BBM), means that there is no longer any need for oral communication. Since when did I become someone who didn't enjoy talking on the phone with a guy that I like into the wee hours of the early morning? As a 16/17 year old, I loved that! Now it's all "ping me" or "bb me", what the hell. I get 1500 minutes every month and I swear there's always bare minutes left over. Why? Coz I'm constantly pinging people. And people are constantly pinging me. You can't catch a break babes. Whenever I get moved to it's no longer "Excuse me miss, what's your name? Can I get your number?". No. It's "Yo sexy, what's your BB?" I mean, WHAT THE HELL. There's even a song about it. Look, check out Poet's Corner on Youtube. Even he talks about how the rise in BlackBerrys is one of the main reasons for break-ups (a little far-fetched I must admit), but if that is the case, it's because it's killing romance. Real talk. It's only recently I've started talking to a guy and it doesn't involve us "pinging" each other. And what smacks it is we both have BlackBerrys. It's a really nice feeling when you actually take the time to talk to someone face-to-face, or over the phone. You learn so much more about them, and about the person they are. It's just so much more romantic. I for one, love romance and the rejection of my BB and it's Personal Identification Number is the the first step towards me embracing it. If we all rejected BBM and went back to the old school, I am almost certain that we'd be more willing to talk to someone and get to know them on a level, rather than dealing with a few Wagwan's and Wuu2's on flippin' BBM. It's gonna quickly fade out and before you know it, you're deleting them as a contact before actually getting to know this person - on a level. I'm just saying.

So next I'm gonna talk about the infamous social networking site that is Facebook. We're all on there, we all have an account and we're all guilty of asking that one person we've just met and got along really well with to "add me on Facebook!". Whatever happened to "Can I get your number?" WHAT THE HELL. I mean. Not that I've never been one to even give out my number, but I know you can understand where I'm flamin' coming from. With social networking sites now being so popular, there's no need to go out and find your future husband/wife, it's all online! Once you click that "Add as Friend" button, within seconds you can know everything about that person (assuming they accept the request). You can find out their DOB, their marital status (giving you the green light to move in), their hobbies and favourite things even who their siblings are. I mean, with Facebook, there is no mystery. All you need to know is simply given to you. What kinda lifestyle is that? Listen, Facebook is KILLING romance. I said it earlier, and I'm gonna say it again. You no longer hear the words, "I like you" from the guy you're interested in, instead, you receive a "poke". Gone are the days when you meet someone randomly and out of the blue. Instead, the random has chosen you at random, and is randomly adding you on Facebook. You can't catch a flamin' break!

I truly believe that such gadgets and websites should be rejected. In a world where everything around us is constantly changing and improving, it's almost as if one's "getting to know him/her" has to be rushed in order to keep up with the speed in which everything else surrounding us is developing. However, I believe it is important to hold on to some tradition - and I believe romance should be one of them. There is no need to rush romance. Romance should be enjoyed as it is such a beautiful thing. As I was talking to my Mum about this matter this evening, she said, "I believe your Dad and I's generation was probably the last to really embrace romance". And it's true. It's sad to think that romance is dying, however, I do believe that romance can be revived. All I'm saying is the BlackBerry and Facebook will not help anyone who is trying to redirect themselves onto the road towards romance - it will only help them to stray.

Real Talk xo

Written on February 1st, 2009: "The Five Essentials to Culinary Satisfaction"

So today I went shopping with the mumzie. Nothing exciting, you know, just the good old tesco. And as we were shopping I found myself asking for the same five things over and over again...even when they had already been put in the trolley. And then I clocked, these are the items that I really CANNOT live without. Here they are in no paticular order (since they all mean so much to me)...

SALAD CREAM

Lard ah mercy. Wun kinda sweetness boy. I do not care if the purpose is only for salads. I will eat it with my rice and peas, my oxtail and my ackee and saltfish. It is a table top delight my friends. As the old saying goes "If you dont know, get to know". And I mean it. You will not be disappointed. Heinz went hard when it came to inventing salad cream. And that another thing, if you're gonna purchase it, purchase HEINZ. They're trusty, they're sweet and they're reliable.

GRANOLA BARS

If you know me, you know that I love to sleep until the last minute. I never have time to eat breakfast...bad I know. But I always remember the night before to pack into my schoolbag a "Nature Valley Granola Bar". Comng in a range of different flavours (Oats 'n' Honey, Apple Crunch...to name a few), you cant go wrong. They are slick and straight to the point. Breakfast is no longer an ordeal like it used to be. Coz all I need is my granola bar. 08.08 train to elephant and castle, metro paper and granola bar. I dont think you understand the amazing-ness of it all. Sheesh.

ENCONA SWEET CHILLI SAUCE

This is the shit. Thats all I can say. Salad cream and this amazing creation will spice up your life in no time cha-rust me. Sunday dinner, its there. Saturday lunch its there, hell, if i had time to make myself proper breakfast in the morning it would make the team too. Encona. There is none like you.

BANANAS

This is the fruit of my life. Do you know how much energy is contained in that yellow wonder. Before I leave the house for college I jsut down one of these and im good to go. Trust. It just gives you that energy burst you might need if you have to do something like...run for the train. I usually eat it while im walking down my road and when I'm done...I dash the skin in a bush. And thats another thing thats so amazing about it. The skin decomposes bruv. Im someone who dont like to litter or make a mess, but with a banana skin I dont even have to feel guilty. Coz when it gets dashed in the bush, it feeds the soil. Look at that. Tasty, healthy and good for the environment. Amazing.

DIGESTIVES

These biscuits boy. Mcvities, whoever you are, you're a don. I can tbelieve I turned my nose up at these gems for so many years. I used to be a Rich Tea fan, but after an unfortunate (or fortunate) event...I converted to digestives and my am i glad. Im eating one now actually. Those of you who know me know that the one thing I love is a cup of tea. But at times, just a cup of tea by itself can become a bit tedious. Ever find that? Well Digestives is your answer. But you cant just sip the tea then bite the biscuit. Tings nuh go suh. You gotta dunk it in bruv. Dip the Digestive in, let it get a bit soft and then eat it. Then do it again for the next two biscuits. AMAZING. Thats all i can say.

I hope after that you lot can understand the deal. If you ever invite me round for dinner, breakfast or snacks...just make sure you;ve done the necessary shopping.

What are you lots "five essentials to culinary satisfaction"?

Written December 30th, 2008: "The day my life flashed before my eyes..."

...was on december 26th 2008. Boxing day. After a chaotic, jokes-filled and belly-satisfying Christmas Day, one looks forward to that following day where you can kip until 2pm and just laze about in your Betty Boops and not have a care in the world. But this year, my beloved sister and I thought to do something different. We decided to wake up, put on our warm clothes and wind-breakers and brave the first day - of the January Sales.

And my, do I regret it.

After a hell of a journey, we arrived at the barriers of oxford circus underground station, bussed a right and came to the stairs leading us up to the famous street. Greeted by a dreadlocked rasta promoting his dub nonsense we joined the sea of people fighting their way into shops. Struggling for myself to be heard I shouted to Lehana "Let's cross over to niketown side! It looks less crowded!". We crossed over and of course, made our first stop, TopShop.

One look at it and we lookd at each other, disappointed and taken aback. Lehana said "Lydia, I'm not going in there. I'm already having dizzy spells and just looking at that crowd is making me weak." I replied, "ok beeb, lets try H&M". So we walked back past niketown, crossed over and went to H&M. H&M wasn't so bad as we stayed there for about 15 minutes..didnt buy anything though. All the shxtty things were on sale. Alike Urban Outfitters.

Next stop was River Island. We made our way there and stopped in front of the shop. Lehana was already hesitant but I said "Lehana, I'm going in." Lehana replied "No Lydia, I'm coming in with you!". So we went in together. We reached the first rack, as I flicked through, the multi-coloured disasters started to daze me, I started to feel sick. "Lehana, I cant do this I need air, lets go". So we left.

After deciding that we'd had enough of Oxford Street, we decided to make our way to carnaby street. What should have taken about 8 minutes took bloody 25. We had the old grannies and grandads not shopping, but SIGHT-SEEING. The mumzies with prams...AND THEIR TODDLERS WALKING ALONGSIDE THEM. The tourists with suitcases, taking up 3 foot more of the street than is needed. You have the lovers, afraid of what might happen if they let go of each others hands for a second.

"Lehana, I'm about to break some faces." I said.

"Lydz calm down, we'll be the - "

Before Lehana could finish her sentence I was phantom. I started ducking, diving and dodging. Fitting my 5'3 frame through every possible crevice and space I could find. I was ruling that bad boy. A couple of times I had people trying to barge my arm out of its socket but never fear...I managed, and I won.

I arrived at Carnaby street..Lehana catching up with me a couple minutes later. Carnaby wasnt so bad. We went to Office, didnt get anything though. Went to American Apparel, saw nothing on sale. I saw some jeans though. But I mean..£60? Am I a prxck?

So I think it's safe to say that we left West empty-handed. Never again. I will hit the sales dont get me wrong..but I will hit them online. I love my life too much to put it in jeopardy.

Happy New Year people! Shop safely!!

For Old Time's Sake!

I happened to be signed into Facebook quite late last night, and found myself reading some of the old notes I had written. They were quite funny, I must admit. I'm gonna post them all on here for everyone to read. Tell me what you think of them!

ARGH I'M SO ANGRY!

So you're all probably aware that England's World Cup journey has come to an end...once again. I just thought I'd come on here and vent because I am so angry! To be fair, I knew England wouldn't go on to win the World Cup, but I thought they'd do enough to get to the final 8 AT LEAST. They couldn't even do that. It was a POOR performance. Very poor. They were all over the place. They looked like a bunch of primary school kids playing kick about in flippin' Clapham Common. Not sexy, at all. It was actually painful to watch. They kept making silly mistakes, giving the ball away etc. These past couple of weeks I have not seen the England that I know is there. I didn't recognise these boys. The Germany match got me mad though. England did get robbed. Lampy got ROBBED. That was so blatantly a goal - but at the end of the day, it was disallowed (for what reason we don't know). What England need to do was say to themselves "Right, didn't work out in this half, second half we have to get on that pitch and PERFORM!". Nothing. They came on...and nothing. Total and utter shambles. They gave the game away. They should have given that game their all right up until the last second...but they choked. As soon as Germany were two goals ahead of them, they gave up. And this is what they always do. Give up before even trying. And this is why England get me mad. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Theo Walcott should have been there. Yes, he's young but what's that got to do with anything. You got grown men on that England team getting on the pitch and choking. Under-performing. Experience obviously means nothing here. Theo should have been there. Capello fi dead. And England...well. I have nothing more to say on the matter.

I guess we'll have to wait till 2014.

Hello!

So I'm back on blogger! Around this time last year, I created a blog using blogger, but it didn't go quite as well as I would have liked it to. So after my failing of keeping the blog going, I moved to Tumblr. That went a bit better, however, I noticed that people really do just use Tumblr to post fashionable pictures of designer clothes, shoes etc. I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that - but that's not the type of blogger I want to be. I'm a writer. I am very opinionated and so that needs to be expressed through writing - not the posting or reblogging of pictures. I believe that if you're someone who enjoys writing and expresses themselves through writing, then blogger is the best way forward. Having said all this, I do still have my Tumblr and you can visit it at http://itslydz.tumblr.com, there you'll find random stuff to look at and enjoy! Anyway, this first entry really is just a way to christen my new blog. Expect a lot of funny, random AND serious material on here! Hope you enjoy reading it!

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