Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Booked the ticket...

anx⋅ious -

1. full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous: Her parents were anxious about her poor health.
2. earnestly desirous; eager (usually fol. by an infinitive or for): anxious to please; anxious for our happiness.

I bought an AK-47 necklace today from Oasis Market which put a smile on my face. God I love that place.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Monday, 13 April 2009

Pulp ain't a fiction, it's an addiction.

"Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."

- Tarrantino is a bad muvvafucca.

Sunday, 12 April 2009


Secret Wars last night was just amazing. It was the grand finale where Bevlak and Blake (who I was rootin' and tootin' for, quite literally) went head to head to win the ultimate prize of a thousand smakeroonies and the champion title. Normally, they have 90 minutes to draw on their white boards but since it was the final, they both had 2 hours to draw. I thought I was gonna be bored but, it actually went pretty fast. Faster than the last times I went I reckon.
The music was good, normally they play old skool Hip Hop and shit but last night decided to turn on dupstep which got the crowd hyped. Nathan was breakin' to the beats out of enjoyment. And they had some sick ass human beat-boxer-music-maker called Reeps1. Out of this world. I possibly coulda caught flies in my mouth I was that astonished.
Nuff of that, so at the end of the battle the voting comes.. there was 2 judges, the first one voted for Bevlak (which was followed by some booing.. that was kinda harsh) and the other one voted for Philth... then came the screaming from the crowd who we wanted to vote for. Blake was first, which was followed by some furious roaring and screaming and whistling from our side, fucking hell.. I would have recorded it but it was so loud it could fuck up my camera. I managed to add, "WE LOVE YOU PHILL!" at the end of it ;] ...
The Philth fan cheers over took the Bevlak cheers, so the crown winner was the well deserved and well talented Phill Blake.

Cheers to Ben for the pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/re13el/sets/72157616685230418/


Thursday 23rd April 2009.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Isn't it Break time yet... ?

Wow, what an eventful day yesterday. Went to All Saints where Ben picked up these fit jeans where the crotch is low and baggy and the bottom legs are skinny, they're beautiful... I ended up wearing them today whilst tidying the flat. He weren't impressed.

Anyway, so then we met up with Tigz ... and went down to Vintage Warehouse aka COW in Digbeth (to pick up my boom box I left there like a year ago when I styled their window display).. Which was quite shit cos 1.) They got a new manager who didn't really believe the boombox was mine (so I have to come in on Monday, bitch.) and 2.) jeez, it's gotten so popular. It's now filled with the people I don't like, indie cindys.

We headed up to McDonald's where we ate it in Pigeon Park.. (Nathan's idea)... not to sound like a pretencious bitch or anything, but I can't deal with the children there, they are so grimey in a bacterial mannor it makes me feel sick. Anyway, so we ended up jamming around the Spinx where we met up with Make One Bang, who was just JOKES when she grabbed hold of a boy's leg because she was afraid of the high wall. I was CREASING.

Then we went back down to Digbeth, headed to the Custard Factory's dance studio where Tigz was training along with other BBoys (old and new faces) which was sick as it was just a training thing so we could have a go and no-one would scruntinize us. So I was taking pics of us having fun when some other BBoys asked me to take their pictures. That was fun, I felt like a proper photographer with my DSLR.

AND THEN.. This woman came in with a man, all glamourous (with stunner shades and everything) and she kept staring at me. One of the Bboys came over and said, "Erm, the manager of this studio wants to speak to you...".. I was thinking, oh shit. She's gonna tell me to stop photographing. So I was like, "Yeah?".. She goes, "Are you a photographer?" "No." "Is that your camera?" "Yeah".. "Can you take photos and edit them?" "Yeah I have Photoshop skills, why?" "I'm doing a fashion show next week, wondering if you'd be interested in taking photos for the show? Can I have your number? We'll speak about it in more detail tomorrow."