WHITE HEAT @ MADAME JOJO'S

ANYONE WANNA COME WITH?

Cobra Snake is friends with one of the groups performing. HEARTSREVOLUTION, and naturally, he recommended that we go. And, after a quick runthrough of their Myspace page, I.AM.GOING. They sound fantastic and the LP is too cute to ignore and this picture...YEAH, they got me. I know EXACTLY who I am inviting to this. It's only 5 pounds if you book in advance from Ticketweb, and then at the door on the night it's 6, or it might end up being more if this is a big show. I don't even know. The vibe is big. SO BOOK, BITCHES! And gimme a shout if you're in London for it and are heading down. Consider this my first ever 'blogger and friends hang'.

P.S. Listen to the Digital Suicide Sywst Demo and the Switchblade Demo. (this is going to blow up in our faces. FIERCE!)

A FEW WORDS

HMMM Walkabout in Shepherd's Bush.
Huge.
No ID request at the door like the others.
In fact, bouncer hardly spoke english.
Massive event on a Sunday night.
Upstairs and downstairs mosh.
Vodka and Redbull.
DAFT FUCKIN' PUNK!
GINORMOUS fart unleashed in the pit by anonymous.
Everyone fleeing.
No worries.
Dissipated and cleared.
Live band.
Better than last live act witnessed.
Much better.
Sounded just like Linkin Park for that one set.
Stupid girls in clunky heels.
Jumping awkwardly in the background.
To System of a Down.
Stupid Aussie guys doing the same.
BUT WAIT!
Aussie guys?
Lots of board shorts.
Slippers.
White rastas!
And dare I say it.
God bless his soul.
They all looked like the one Aussie that mattered most.
Heath Ledger.
R.I.P.
Lots of "Hey there, girlie!"
"Hey..." without stopping.
Snakebite.
Vodka Redbull
Snakebite.
Vodka Redbull.
Guts.
Scream at top of lungs.
For Rage Against the Machine.
Corky's White Chocolate shots for me and Russian girl.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are YOU?
WHO CARES *cackle*
Throat dunk.
Groovy.
Tenacious D track?
What the fuck?!
HELL YEAH!
Shouted out by me and random bloke.
We look at each other.
HELL YEAH!
Sing entire song.
Including guitar riffs.
Embarassing.
Fun.
HELL YEAH!
Rcokin' out.
Weird Eastern European
Wink at me?
His balls spliced by 'western' jeans.
Fake leather shoes.
Nuh uh.
Vodka Redbull.
"I'm from Trinidad."
"OHHH! Brian Lara!"
"Yes. But no."
"Well I'm from Australia."
Thick accent.
"No shit."

A MINOR PARTY PICTURE POST

Since my mom woke me up at 7:30am, three hours after I went to bed, I decided to blog a bit. I went to that 61st birthday party on Saturday that I told you about, the one hours before my flight, which I missed. Here are some of my interesting new friends. As I said in my last post, there will be none of me and my stunning party make-up due to a comment about my grossness in a pink bob wig made by my ex on Facebook. But these will make up for it I think. Also, I'll post some pictures of Abu Dhabi when I actually leave my room. I have not yet recovered and have just been indoors reading Kureishi, writing micro-fiction and watching old Kurt Russell and Nicholas Cage movies, which is probably what I'm going to do now...with food.

Meet Ziggy; the birthday girl among the birthday triplets that night, and the cutest bottle of listerine I have ever seen/met. You should've seen her multi-coloured high-tops too!

A SCRABBLE NECKLACE. This girl loved my party make-up and I in turn ogled her chest lol; because of the necklace. She told me where to get them (they come in all letters) but silly me had alcoholic memory at the time. But luckily, she just tagged my photo on Facebook and I Friend Requested her so I'll have that info for you guys soon!

I had to take a picture of this because Simon actually BROUGHT this with him to the party, his own ice and lemon in a container, along with his own gin for his gin and tonics. He's so strange I love it. He refused to drink out of our humble plastic party cups too.

Okay so this picture wasn't ACTUALLY taken at said party but everyone in here was there anyways and this picture is just amazing.(I hope I don't get in trouble for stealing it) From L to R: Oli, whose birthday it was also. He wore a great frilly mexican shirt to the party with Indiana Jones-eque hat that everyone went around slipping coins into the band of; David, our University's clearly 80's obsessed DJ. He does a lot of Madonna tracks to the annoyance of the guys; And Phil who actually looks like Leonardo DiCaprio and Emile Hirsch together in a tumble dryer. SO HOT!

THE LOFT PROBLEM: NEW YORK/SAN FRANCISCO vs LONDON

I told you in the last post I had another Polyvore set to show you on the luscious things that my anti-humble abode would hold, but the website was down that day so here it is. I also said I would be owning a loft in the States but after going to this vast canopying brick tunnel place under London Bridge called Shunt, I am having second thoughts about where I should apply for residency come 2009.

Shunt is the lost metaphor for my life! I can't believe it took me 6 seconds to completely turn the tables on my hatred for the UK. Grazia was right, Britain does rock again. According to Jane Bruton, the Grazia editor, London is officially the coolest place on the planet again, and this was stated in the February 18th issue. I'm pretty sure it's because the night before writing that she had an eclectic moment at Shunt.

When I walked in, I already knew it would be the place they'd describe as my official hangout and muse in the 'About the Author' section of my best sellers. They'd say that I would sit there buried in the leopard print sofa, my feet propped up on the pink hallogen light inserted glass table, sipping on my 6th Corona and bursting forth my craft onto page after page after page...There'd be a sign over the door: "Award winning novelist Kara Martin was here. She wrote, she drank, she wrote some more, she swooned and she died."

THE BATHROOM SERIES

I noticed a somewhat disturbing trend in some of my photos recently, when I started reminiscently going through my 22 Facebook photo albums; I take a lot of photos in bathrooms/cubicles. Let's have a look.


Here we are, at a club, Zen, in Trinidad- me very excited about being there, although pretty drunk at the same time. That drink was a scotch and redbull that didn't have any red bull in it.

And here I am in the bathroom at Slug and Lettuce in the O2 arena after a Marley Bros. concert. See the hand dryer? Bathroom.

Me again, bathroom stall at Club E3. This was taken a month ago.

BATHROOM STALL! At Ghetto in Soho, like...last week! While the lesbians stood outside getting pissed off with their bladders trembling.

Bathroom, my dorm room. I was drunk.

COSTUME PARTY! CLEARLY. At my cousin Beck's flat for a Tarts and Vicars party. Drunk.

And lastly, my most embarassing, at the age of 16, pretending to be sexy and awesome for Hi5. Yes, that is a party-blower, and I will point out the bottle of Sauza tequila in the background, and if you asked me what my thoughts were on this, I would just shake my head.

SUDDENLY SUNDAY

This week flew away a lot faster than my last, I must say. Very productive week all the same.

I went to that journalism workshop, which was brilliant, and expect to hear back from my one-day tutor with feedback on my breaking news story. I'm reasonably proud of the outcome.

I still haven't found a job or any work experience but I have a couple publications in mind to apply to in the Middle East so I can have something to do when I head back home for summer vacation. And when I say 'something', I mean other than swaddling myself in sheets, laptop to the left of me, ipod to the right and television straight ahead with 'Beaches' coming on next.

I'm in the middle of watching Stephen King's 'It' right now. I wish my brother was here to watch it with me. He is probably one of the few people I know who appreciate it because we welcomed it as our first horror movie experience back when we were 'chisai'(that's my japanese word of the day; 'small'. Just making sure I remember). None of the real scary bits have come up yet, however, minus the awesome beginning where the kid with the sailboat gets lured in by 'It', who is talking to him from the little drainage space in the road. HOW CREEPY!? Can't wait to post this sucker and see what happens next.

I've started using my window ledge as a mini fridge. My Brita and a can of coke are out there at the moment. It's a very seasonal mini-fridge though and I dread the summer day when it will no longer work. We're only allowed one 'chisai' shelf of space in the flat's fridge and I just did my groceries, so bare with me while I write about this small miracle. It means a lot to me. I'm sure you'll understand and appreciate this a lot more when you start living in dorms.

In other news, my mother says she's going to call me today! Another small miracle when you live on your own in a foreign country. It's a good thing too because I just pathetically signed myself up for a Stardoll account out of boredom, and have been decorating my suite and living in a 'chisai' virtual world with uber fabulous clothes. The people on there are 12!

For the record, I am not completely loser-ish, only in small doses. But I went to (*clears throat*), no, was specifically called up and cordially invited to, a house party last night and drank loads of cider in response to the popular drinking game 'Never Ever', so HA!

10 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT TODAY

1. HAPPY Lesbian/Gay/Bisexual/Transexual month! Here's a pic of two of my lovely hunnies for ya! (warning to homophobes) 2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW!!! My uber eclectic hunny and wayfarers companion. Hope you have a great day 3.I finally bought the complete series of My So Called Life! Majorly anxious to watch it later. 4. Got my Starbucks fix because I thought I deserved a reward for staying on the treadmill for an hour today. Did 6.57 miles. YAY!

5. I'm okay with not attending Cave Man/Cave Woman BOP party on campus because I am going to Liquid with my girlie!

6. I found a Banksy-esque attempt on a wall on campus today. Check it out!

7. I created an awesome outfit today while being hyper and jumping up and down to Jacques LuCont's "What You Waitin' For?" remix.

8. I'm in love with the eco-friendly re-usable box of Andrex moistened tissue!9.After all the years of watching it on VHS and muttering the entire script to my friend's annoyance, I finally got 10 Things I Hate About You on DVD; in homage to Heath Ledger.

10. I also bought IT by Stephen King on DVD, after a painful choosing battle between that and Labyrinth. It's my first childhood horror experience.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO BEING GAY AT A GAY CLUB?

After the Avant Garde Exhibition, which I posted about earlier, my friends and I went to Soho for a night on the town; starting off with dinner and warm sake at Wong Kei Chinese restaurant, Trash Palace for B52's and a chat, then lastly to Ghetto, a well known gay/lesbian club.

I was introduced to Ghetto on my 18th birthday and it has been one of my favourite gay/lesbian clubs (actually clubs period!) since that crazy first night. Well I went there last night, after not having gone in months, and there was probably a 25% gay crowd. It was swarming with pairs of wannabe lesbian best-buddies (wearing horrible, trashy outfits), bumping and grinding and giving each other intimate, drunken lapdances, licking each other's faces and kissing unlike any lesbian couple I've ever seen kiss before, showering each other in alcopop and scaring away the gays. Even I was scared!

I am not a lesbian; although I may have fleeting lesbian tendencies from time to time (something I'd like to call being 19), and I know that Ghetto is open to all sexual orientations, but I guess the place is just finally played out. I know the usual eclectic, stylish, happily party-going close-knit G-A-Y(keyword) crowd and this was not them. It was very upsetting to me and my gay friend, who still managed to weed out a gay guy to smooch at the end of the night. I know, I'm sorta hypocritical, but as a frequent Ghetto goer, I guess I thought of myself as an exception *wince*. But it was just so strange having to see my female cousin have a girl whispering in her ear on the dancefloor, then upon trying to get in on the scoop, finding out that the girl was asking about our male friend, saying that she thought he was cute.

And I had never thought of it this way before, but it made me realise that the straights had taken over the place. And the gays had finally gotten tired of us. I had never imagined that I might have been one of the ones to contribute to the trend of showing up at a gay club straight. What if it's my fault that these wannabe's have all flocked there? I wonder where the gays have gone to seek refuge? We treat them like attractions, and they're probably tired of performing (except Chris Crock). They are probably looking for a place where they can just be themselves, among themselves. I admit, sometimes I get a little over-excited about my gay friends and feel as though they are accessories. It is the trend to have a gay pal. And for the record, I am sorry for that.

Nevertheless, I had a smashing time, especially when they played all my favourite Britney songs, and will still continue to groove at Ghetto. After all, it's not Ghetto's fault; it's probably mine.