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Thursdays

  • Wake up:05:30am
  • Get ready, and leave at: 6:10
  • Run for the bus because I’m always running for the bus. Get the bus 95% of the time.
  • Get to the bus stop, change buses, meet skating buddies.
  • Ice rink: 7:00am
  • Skate for an hour and rush to school to be there at 8:30
  • Change buses… cycle the rest of the journey to school with that shitty bike get to school 08:40
  • Try and concentrate… learn till 9:50am
  • Rush to work with shitty bike almost killing me, bike breaks down (at one point I’m usuing it as a scooter) get to work late so abandon bike… rip bikey 10:10am
  • Work and concentrate untill lunch time 11:40am
  • Rush to the staffroom get and some fruit the run to the bus stop no bike so can’t cycle back to school so I have to be fast, arrive at school 12:00pm
  • Buy bread and get to class (start to feel the pain from falling on my combination spin): 12:05
  • School finishes: 15:30
  • Stay in school to leech off the internet, leave before sunset: 18:00 - 20:00
  • Get home, eat watch econmic video downloads and then sleep 22:00 - 02:00
  • Or stay up the whole night because of insomnia.

Thursday…. life


LISTEN SCREWJOBS, NOONE WAS GONNA EAT THE COCONUT CAKE BUT ME, WHY DID YOU BESTOW ONTO ME YOUR DEMEANING STARES OF DISAPPROVAL, I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW IT FRIKKEN WORKED OK…. I ONLY ATE 3. AND THERE WAS LIKE 7 LEFT…. I COULD HAVE EATEN THEM ALL…. NOW LOOKS WHATS HAPPENED THEY ARE IN THE DAMN BIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOHHH NO NO NO \(T . T)/ *cries* MY BELOVED!!!! NOW THEY ARE IN THE DAMN BIN…. AND I COULD HAVE EATEN THEM ALL IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU…………….

THIS IS A MESSAGE TO ALL THE ONLOOKERS OF DISAPPROVAL…… go shit on each others faces…. then you’ll have something to look at disapprovingly!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREEAHHAHHAISHDAHKDSHKHFKSHKFNSKL:DvnDKL:VDVKNDS:KVN n;oehrgohhn;dikjgkfjg’fv

I’m so angry.

RIP: my friend…… rip

btw danish coconut cake is the best in the world… and I’m not even fond of coconut.

http://nationcake.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/p3250037.jpg


The skin colour factor....

  • Sophie:Have you met Jonas? He's such a great guy he's so helpful.
  • Me:Oh really, I haven't met him.
  • Sam:Yeah, he's really cool; he even helped me install my software.
  • Me:Cool he seems nice.
  • Sam:That's him with the bright blue T-shirt.
  • Me:Oh ok.
  • Jonas spots the two people in my group and he comes to say hello.
  • Sam and Sophie:Hi Jonas!
  • Me:Hi
  • I give a friendly wave.
  • Jonas avoids eye contact with me but smiles at the others.
  • Jonas:So how's it going?
  • Sam:It's going quite well the software works like magic, I love it. That's "Gadvide" by the way.
  • Jonas:Ok.
  • He raises his eyebrows with brief eye contact in my direction.
  • Someone comes behind him to say hello. (He's pretty popular it seems). Then he leaves with that person.
  • ....
  • 10 mins later
  • ....
  • I leave the class room and go to the printing room.
  • I see Jonas going in the same direction as me I smile and say hey.
  • He completely ignores me and heads into the printing room.
  • There's a huddle of people in front of me, including Jonas.
  • ......
  • Me:Excuse me guys, is the printer free?
  • Jonas:What do you think?
  • I smile and take a step back.
  • Me:I guess not.
  • Jonas continues talking with other people.
  • It's my turn to use the printer but people are still lingering behind me so I walk towards it and enter my code.
  • Jonas and co:*Danish speak* <roars of laughter>
  • I turn around and smile thinking there was some practical joke happening behind me. They stop laughing and give me these nasty stares. I raise my brows and realise it's me who they are laughing at for some reason. And I figured it's probably because of one reason. I finish up barge and excuse my way through them with the dirtiest look on my face and head back to class. There's no point telling other people because they won't understand in fact talking about it'll probably make them uncomfortable and they'll not want to be around you because you've pointed out the colour issue.
  • Imagine if that kind thing was to happen to you constantly and in different ways.
  • Frustrating?
  • People like that will be cordial/respectful unless you're black. I'm not gonna ask myself whether or not it was my hair style, maybe I had pidgin vomit on my collar or there was a hole in my trousers. No, because it's not those things. I'm fed up of all of that. I'm not going to put myself through different levels of paranoia just to then realise that the reason why people want to treat you so starkly different (negatively) from how they treat others is simply because of your skin colour. Of course it isn't fair, and I'm not asking people to like me but at least to be respectful, an ounce of courtesy goes a long way. I don't see what so funny about someone's race?
  • Now if that was constantly happening to you after a while you'd just give up. Because, if you continue trying and caring it eventually wanes in your confidence. Luckily I'm old enough to be confident within myself but I can't imagine what younger people go through when they're treated with such utter disregard from so many people who have no basis on which to judge their character.
  • It may be rash but in order for me to protect my sanity I don't even care to meet people here anymore. I've become comfortable with myself and I'm content, for the most part, alone. I just find it funny and annoying when people say:Don't be so quiet, speak up, go out, and meet people... when most people don't really care to meet you, know anything about you or even be around you in some instances. If cool people come along then cool, but if not whatever.
  • Am I overreacting? If so how? Has this ever happened to you before?

Playing the victim achieves you nothing but pity, and people are not inclined to respect those who they pity. Often, people show pity for the victim as a result of s/he deeming that the victim is in a position beneth thiers. Generally, you can’t claim victim status and expect to be treated as a equal. If you do, prepare yourself for a dose of severe patronisation…

— Regain your self-respect, confidence and rise up to the challenge of commanding the respect of others. (via motiveaction)


The burial of my fashion sense: Shaders come in all ages

  • Ruby:You really like those shoes don't you?
  • Me:Yeah, I really do.
  • Ruby:Are those the only shoes you have?
  • Me:*laughs, especially after what happened the other day* No, I cycle everyday so it's practical plus-
  • She interjects
  • Ruby:Show me, wear one of your other shoes tomorrow.
  • The other girls in the class:Ruby be quiet (bare in mind they are 9 and 10 years old and they're giving me sympathy smiles).
  • Ruby:I really wanna see her other shoes if she has other shoes.
  • Me:*laughing, trying not to cackle* But Ruby I love these shoes they're my favourite.
  • She tilts her head to the side and waits a moment.
  • Ruby:They look nice anyway.
  • The other girls, one in paticular:Hush Ruby stop being so rude.... Yes, stop talking Ruby.
  • Ruby:What, I said they look nice.
  • I laugh and tell them to get back to work and then I walk away glancing at my boots... I was shaded by a 9 year old.
  • Although the girl is hilarious and the most carefree gregarious person in the class. Everytime I change my hair or... she's the first one to notice. She knows what I wear, one day I wore my good black Jeans and she was like omg I like your new jeans, are they new. haha
  • I love the class.
  • More so I love the fact that they let me get away with dressing this way, although I guess it's proving too much for mostof them.
  • Here is my excuse:My life is stressful enough. I skate, school, work, school and survive plus miles of cycling and running for things... I decided a few months ago, if my life isn't comfortable on a day to day basis, the cloaths I wear sure will be. haha. So when I'm sitting on a wet seat cycing a few miles in -... degree weather. The soft baggy cotten jogging bottoms which caress my legs will ease the pain, rather than some tight synthetic jeans which will tear after a couple of weeks.