Thursday, 26 September 2013

Abbijo: Awkward encounters of the fresher kind

I'm in the middle of hosting a freshers week for Bristol University at the moment and if you don't have that where you are from it is basically a day a week or fortnight where all the new first years come meet each other get drunk and party. But as I am working in the bar of a hall and am on that same halls committee I have a lot of interaction with these freshers. There is this one guy who is super nice and I have made friends with and last night after work we went to get food because we were both starving. then he walked me back to my house because it was gone 1 o'clock (super sweet) and when we got back here I discovered that I had forgotten my keys to the house.

All the people I am sharing with were already asleep and I had no way of getting in. So I walked back to the hall of residence with him and when I couldn't get a response from any of the people I called to see if they were awake he offered me his bed saying he would stay in a friends room who had gone out but was just getting back and so was definitely awake.

I felt so bad because this meant he would be sleeping on the floor and therefore would be uncomfortable and most likely cold. But he repeatedly said it was fine and not to worry and since I had been working I was really tired so I accepted and was very grateful.

Unfortunately this morning when we walked into breakfast at the same time with me wearing the clothes everyone had seen me in the night before due to working in the bar I think people probably thought something else had been going on... which is even more awkward because he already has a girlfriend, which most of his friends I would assume know because she is from back home and a lot of his friends he knows in all are from back home.

So I haven't even been back a week in uni yet and I am having some really awkward things happen to me, let's see how the rest of it turns out.  

Friday, 20 September 2013

Abbijo: Loyalty

Today I had to attend the funeral of a friend who I have worked alongside and had so much fun both in and outside of work for the past six years. This was an extremely difficult day for me, it marked the first real funeral of my own friend and it is a feeling I will never forget.
I am also down with a cold at the moment (a result no doubt of the lack of immune system I have at the moment) so today has basically been a bad day.

I was going to the pub this evening to go to the last pub quiz with my friends before I go back to university. I hoped that this would be able to make me feel slightly more cheery, but then alas one of my friends invited a girl that I do not get on with. She was rude and isolated me from the conversation with the main group by turning her back on me, this did not bother me too much however because there were two friends who knew how much we didn't get on there tonight and they sat with me and stayed what I would call loyal. For this I thank them.

It did get me thinking though about loyalty and people who give you nothing in return for what you give them. This girl would have never known the group of people that I was out with tonight because she came to the events with me to begin with when we used to be friends. If she had never met them then we would probably still be friends because I would never have realised how conniving, vindictive and manipulative she truly is. Actually I think if I never saw it in her I would have to be pretty stupid because she is pretty dreadful and yet while most of the girls have finally worked this out all the boys, barring my two loyal friends, haven't got a clue and basically kiss the ground she walks on. I just don't understand how they can be so blinded by her. She is not amazingly attractive but is by no means ugly, I would say she is average. She has no dress sense whatsoever and wears flared dark jeans with some form of large tee, neither of which fit her, all the time. she is rather skinny which I guess is her only redeeming feature. Yet it is not any of this that annoys me most about her, it is how alternative and innocent she acts and yet how the opposite of this is true.

Because she came into the group with the boys at a fairly late stage and they were the first group of boys she hung out with for any length of time, she was originally quite innocent and didn't understand the jokes they would make and she had this sweet demeanour about her but after a while she started playing up to it even more and exaggerating it to the point of idiocy. I know for a fact she is not that innocent and after a three years of friendship with these guys and two years of university for her to not know certain slang terms for a guys junk is just unbelievable. She also pretends to be really alternative and not mainstream, she laughs at the idea of fashion without realising that everything she owns is following some form of fashion from some point of time and one cannot escape something that is so vastly popular. She watches TV shows that were popular before we were born (that I also quite enjoy) and thinks this makes her unique but it doesn't and yet she talks about them to people as if we wouldn't possibly have heard of them because we are just too mainstream!

The last thing that really angers me about her is that she cheats on her boyfriends. All of them. And has the audacity to deny it. Basically at a party we all saw her kissing one of our friends while we all knew she had a boyfriend. Then denied it and told everybody that I cheated on my then boyfriend Chris, which was absolutely untrue.

Having to see her tonight really made today one of the most upsetting so far for me because there was just so much going on it was extremely difficult to manage it all, and I guess I didn't manage it very well.

Good Night

Monday, 9 September 2013

Abbijo: Swimming the Great Swim

My sister signed her and her partner, M, up for the Great Swim: London ages ago. Now what this means is that you have to swim a mile in open water (a London dock) and the whole reason that my mum and I went down to London and stayed with them is because we went to watch them do this swim. The only problem was that my sister was hospitalised very for a couple of nights the week before the swim and was very ill. This meant that she could not possibly do the swim and therefore it was debatable whether her partner was going to do it or not. In the end it was decided that I would fill in for her and would swim with M for the mile. I fitted into her wetsuit and so I just had to pretend my name was Stephi while I was actually in the dockland.

We made it to the end even though M got really bad cramp during the mile. He was so strong to be able to finish the swim after having something like that happen to him, it can really knock your confidence and there was no side or ledge to climb onto to stretch it out properly, he had to stretch it on one of the kayaks that were there for safety measures. This is a big CONGRATULATIONS to both M and myself really because there were points during the swim that I was unsure whether he would be able to finish it. 

Only problem was that because of the medication that I was on I was technically not allowed outside because my skin would burn the moment it saw the sun. I have never been one to let illness stop me from doing something that I really wanted to do if I could help it. So Factor 50 was applied so often I'm surprised I wasn't excreting the stuff into the wetsuit. even with the amount we applied I still burned on my face a bit, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Stay well, have fun, keep fit my lovelies 

Abbijo: Street Feast

So I needed to catch up on my blog from my trip to London and it has now been over a week so it really had to be done! Sorry for the wait if you have been waiting for it.

In London there is this amazing place in Dalston that during the summer is turned into a street feast. My sister took me there during my visit and it is one of the coolest places I have ever been. Extremely modern and cute it is hidden away behind the building on the main street. All the food stalls and cooks are proper restaurants or chefs and all the food is really tasty, you can try things from other cultures that you may never have tried before or that may be hard to find elsewhere. For instance one of the things I tried for the first time was Kimchi which is a traditional Korean dish that I have wanted to try for so long but never found it (I loved it!). Enough of my rambling though let me share some pictures...

The needed selfie of the day since I'm so vain

Needless to say I had a few cocktails...

Monday, 2 September 2013

Western Geisha

Where there is a will there is a way. This is my modern interpretation of a Geisha in the Western World

I decided to wear a colourful Maxi with an empire waistline because it is a flattering and timeless look. This heavily patterned dress is beautiful because it brings across the bright colours in modern Japanese fashion and yet it is a typically western style. The parasol is a must because it is so stereotypical of a Geisha and I think it is the perfect accessory to carry round to set yourself out from the crowd!

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Abbijo: London, Racism and Everything In Between

My trip to London is actually going to cover a few blog posts because there are two extremely noteworthy things that happened on my visit that definitely deserve their own post. These are going to be the Great Swim London and the Street Feast I went to. So this post will cover the rest of the trip

Egg Custard my Grandma made me to make me feel better 'cause she knows how much I love it

Just getting on to or first underground of the trip 'MIND THE GAP'

The Football

I decided to leave Wirral and travel on the Thursday for a number of reasons but the primary one was to watch a football match. My whole family supports Tottenham Hotspur (Spurs) and they were playing a match at White Hart Lane on Thursday against some random Georgian team Dinamo Tbilisi. This was special for a number of reasons, I have mentioned that my whole family supports Tottenham and this is because my mother’s side of the family is from Tottenham are and my Grandfather used to play with them! So it was really nice to see my heritage which I had never experienced before properly. It is also the very first football match that I have ever actually seen and it was in a big stadium with a good football team not some local team or anything. And what made the whole experience amazing was that we ended up winning 3-0 which is really an added bonus, even though it was expected as we had beaten Dinamo Tbilisi 5-0 the week before.

 The Race Assumption 
Friday came and the thing I knew before I came was that my deadlines were extremely close to this trip so I dedicated this day to work all day. I popped out briefly for some lunch and went to a little street vendor called Wok On and had some noodles from them, the food was alright, nothing to rave about. My main critique of this place was that the guy who served me simply assumed I would not be able to use chopsticks and bypassed the disposable ones he had and gave me a plastic fork instead. Anyone who knows me even the slightest bit knows that I am basically in love with Eastern Asia and therefore can of course use chopsticks. Not just this though I think most of my white non Asian obsessed friends can also use chopsticks, so why must the guy who served me look at me and assume I cannot use them? It is an assumption based on race and race only. While he might have found that a lot of White people cannot use chopsticks would it not be kinder to ask which we would prefer? Or give us both automatically? Or assume we can use them until told otherwise just in case it causes offense? Perhaps the same with Asian people who visit as well, because even though it is highly likely they can use chopsticks they may not necessarily want to. For Example one of my very best friends in Bristol is from Hong Kong and together we visit HK Diner once a week for lunch to catch up and gossip. As we are there so often and she is extremely popular and friendly we know the boss and also are familiar with most of the staff. I never get a fork in HK Diner unless someone new serves us and then they give both a fork and chopsticks. While I always go straight for the chopsticks my friend will often pick up my fork because she can’t be bothered using chopsticks. I don’t know if she is typical for a Hong Kong girl but she is damn cool so I figure it has to be okay right?

Cable Cars run from here to the O2, I am scared of them so we didn't go this time!

See how high they go? Horrific 

So I live part time in Bristol and that city is known for it's graffiti. Graffiti is really a part of the heart of the city with Banksy being rumoured to be from there, I saw this on a random street in London and though it was awesome

The rest of my trip to London will be covered in subsequent blogs,
So I’ll see you soon