Not that im a style guru or the coolest but Fashion and Trend hang-ups

OK, iv just come back in from work and the first thing I do are my rituals, switch on the T.V, switch on my mini heater (on a hot day my fan) then switch on my computer, press connect and www.facebook.com here we go! I scroll through, doing the usaul's accepting friend request n declining invitations then decide to browse my "friends" photos,with no names mentioned I feel I need to express my feelings of shock, confusion, and utter cringe...
I firstly visited the page of a lady, huge in size n face like a smackd ass, rude thats the only description if any that I can conclude, her pics include snap shots of her "bootylicious bod" and the embrace of her assets, personally I think that stuff should be kept for the hungry fresh out of prison, roasting for anything on legs guys. But on the other hand good on you gal, show what your mama gave you.
Then I visited another young ladys page where with 20 albums and about 6,0000 of the infamous two fingers up peace signs I soon got bored, not being funny but the peace sign in photos is NOW seriously out of date, you might find the occasional one or two when people are highly intoxiated and oblivious of the washed out position of the insignificant sign but not in September 2008 at the beginning of the album when you are getting dressed for the outing, in the car on the way to the venue, in the queue, while you are paying, at the bar, in the toilets....GOSH! get with the times guys jus hold each others hands or something, hug, do the Tupac or even the Jay z sign.

On the subject of outings from my return from Cyprus, Ayia napa im kinda baffled on what happened when we were away, its either the credit crunch or the police had an amnesty of all fashionable clothing, make-up, drug raids and closures of all barbers and hairdressers coz everyone seems to be looking very cheeky.
To start off with, at our most recent outing to Fuego's we were met by a mob of people which looked like the queue at mixed blessing on easter sunday but soon learned it was the queue fo the club. Their were many girls wearing dresses from the kind of material that you would have to purchase a tube of sensodyne at the same time because it surely would make your teeth hurt, shoes like an african man with the extra 5 inches after the end of the toe, and also sexy dresses and tights with ladders and holes in them, maybe for fashion but I beg to differ (tights are like 10 for a £1 in primarni, no excuse) and hair like all the hairdressers in London and surrounding cities are on strike. I mean its easy for a girl to look nice just slap on some MAC, a little lipgloss, mascara, weave to cover your face if its not your best asset and Bob's your dad...

And the mans dems you guys, you guys, come onnn you lot are slipping, since when was it alright to go raving without getting a hair cut, i remember back in the day when you would ask a guy (me) "What you on tomo?" (Tim) "Gettin my haircut" (me) "Wat all day???" (Tim) "Yeah". I soon find out the queue for Tunde's n the one next to Edwards bike shop is murder. Those days (I know because I have brothers) if a guy did not make it in time for any particular reason for their hair cut the day would be cancelled, no raving, no answering of phone calls from girls, no opening of curtains, no stepping out of the door basically. Another reason iv just found out from my mate Hilary is as Britain gets more diverse and culture and religion is excercised by males, especially the religion of Islam, Ramadan is in play at the moment and as part of it they can not get their hair cut until the end of the month. (This is excusable only til October). Nowadays everything goes, guys come from football practice straight to the rave, wearing their training clothes and all, no shower, no deodarant, no aftershave, not even the old smoothing of hair with theis sisters Dax and Jam gel filled hair brush.
The only thing these days that seems compulsory is shoes, someone has asked me "Yeah iv got my shoes but can I wear tracksuit bottoms though?" (cheeky)
And now to the ultimate piss taker, slap in de face, fashion crime- The waistcoat- at first it was cool, nice, trendy, smart then it was abit out of date but tolerable now its getting ridicoulous coz some people are wearing their dad's from his wedding day or their sisters from Topshop, anything goes really as long as it lays on top of their shirt they look "cool", statistics show around 80% of the male attendants at Fuego's were wearing a waistcoat.
I still think guys look good in waistcoats but their are just the few that have tarnished the name and killed it for all you guys. Try another trend, maybe a tie on a tshirt, socks and sandals, even tracksuitbottoms and belt, anything just please take the waistcoat AWAY...

The beginning of the blogging experience

Well here it starts, a revolutionary thing.....

I woke up this mornin to a BlackBerry messenger message from my friend Tayo with the URL for his blog, I first thought wats this about??? should I really take time to look at this which could possibly be a waste of my sweet and precious time, but then I thought OK lemme take a glipse.... I had a read through and thought this is interestin, abit like a DJ's page promotin raves n stuff at times but the whole concept was interestin, giving an insight of day to day things that I get up to could be a good way of showing people why I behave the way I do and why I have the views that I do about life...

You should know all this if you are my friend but......
Im 21, female, 5'5 from South-east London and a lover of life as much of a struggle and strife it may be. I try to get the most out of life thats y u wud catch me at most of the events taking place, seeming like a party gal or a hype chick, NO im jus living life to the max.

I'll start my blog from talking about today 22nd Sep....
I had an easy morning, woke up nice and late, and lazied around, watchin the usual's Jeremy Kyle, Trisha and Judge Judy. Then a nutricious breakfast of Special K, they say 2bowls a day and lose 2stone in 2weeks, haven't figured out if it only works if you dont eat anything else in between but i feel cheated.
Went to work, Coral Racing, if you are not aware wat this is thats good coz it shows your lack of interest for joints for greedy people, if I have offended any regular visitors to bookies sorry but they are places for either jobless and bored people (I knw this coz they r there all day), caribbean's (I have concluded it's part of their culture because 90% of customers are of caribbean descent) and westernised african's (These guys ALWAYS think they will win and hype you wen they dnt calling you a wizard).
Work was work today like every other day,my start time was 3pm and left I my hse at 2.55 for a 20minute journey to Catford, I kinda expectd to be on time but I obviously was not, I drove past the shop saw Harry sitting at the desk (An asian dude, he's kinda cool but he thinks black people rule de world so he over begs it with me) so I think its 3.30pm, im going Mcdonalds mate, after with minimal knowledge of muu-kuu land Catford I go in the hunt for a parking space with no success I resort to parking 5miles down the road past the train station and all the bus stops, I walk back and im tired after 3 minutes, I think "Jeez I love my motor".
I arrive at the shop sit at my till and think for goodness sake here we go again, a shop full a crazy people, a paralympics coach who repeats his sentence's 6times, a woman with a moustache thicker than Bin Laden's who has clearly no knowledge of the invention of the bra with tits touching her knees and the usual suspects, the caribbeans. Harry changes the T.V from The Hits channel to MTV Base straight away and the road of Harry showing me how much he loves black people and our culture begins, he sings along to Chris Brown and Tpain"Kiss Kiss", for the next 4 hours I start to hate even my favourite songs with the commentary and narration of how much he loves the videos, songs, clothes and in his words "bangin le-dees" (ladies) im guessing. Well I ride it out, its 8pm I look as bored as hell, Harry asks if I wana go home im like "YEAH".
8.15 YES!!! im out 1hr 30 mins before finishing time, one of the many perks of working at Coral Racing including, setting your own long breaks, sitting on your bum for your whole shift, free shop phone, usage of your mobile phone, the ability to call your customers "fucking wankers " with encouragement from management, bottomless tea, coffee and hot chocolate, free stationary and also 4 weeks holiday. As much as I hate the place I love it more.

This blog has been 70% about Coral because as you will gain to know, I literally live there, the only thing I do at home is sleep.