Opinions of a murri woman...

Opinions of a murri woman...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Replacing Faith With Reality- Heartbreak Survival Guide 101...

So here I am once more... I met a guy, my head got messed up, my heart is hurting and I’ve got a sore ego... CJAY bites the dust yet again in the love department... Ain’t nothing new...

Men huh..... Argh.... Instead of sitting and going over every possible thing that went wrong, I am instead going to share a few truths I thought needed to be shared with anyone dealing with a sore heart and head mess inflicted from a male... (Also as a future guide for myself)


It’s all been written about before; break up’s, parting of ways, call it what you will, it never gets any easier, and with age you’d think I’d become a little bit smarter, but here is the one thing we women do wrong in more ways than one when it comes to dating... We have what you call ‘Faith’...

When you meet a guy, it’s all fuzzy, the joys of someone paying you attention, of them wanting to spend time with you and you with them; it’s nice and a feeling that becomes addictive. After we meet a guy, we get caught up in the ‘Faith’ issue as I like to call it, but here’s the thing most girls fail to realise, faith will be your downfall when it comes to your new found ‘Love’... Faith ‘that it will work out’, faith that ‘he could be the one for you’ and faith that ‘he is the game changer’...
Earlier today in my cloudy state of mind, I blurted out something on the phone without realising to my girlfriend Kodie that has made total sense to me and it’s taken me 26 years to believe... REPLACE FAITH WITH REALITY!!

You’re probably thinking, ‘what the hell is she talking about’, but I’m dead set serious... Faith is blinding, it traps us and blinds us from all the things we are warned about when it comes to men... See, there is a thing I like to call ‘The switch up’ in every relationship/dating situation... There is a process of ‘The switch up’, and it usually goes like this (not including one night stands):

- Girl meets boy, boy meets girl...

- Boy and girl exchange numbers/facebook etc

- Contact begins, boy messages girl, calls her beautiful, sends her good morning messages, good night messages, what are you up to messages, boy begins to know things about the girl and the girl about the boy

- Boy pursues girl, takes girl out on dates (movies, coffee etc)

- Boy and girl spend more time together, (sexy time etc)

- Girl starts to fall for boy...

- In comes ‘Faith’...


STOP!!................... This is the point where 'the switch up usually begins, sometimes sooner (also known to happen around the going out stage; going to the movies, to coffee etc).

See from the beginning, a real man will pursue you, he is interested in you, he starts to like you and the feelings are reciprocated, then just when he’s finally sucked you in, in creeps ‘faith’ and all the feelings that come with it... At this point, you are no longer receiving as many messages from your new guy, instead you are thinking about him when you first wake and start to instead message him with ‘Good morning messages, good night messages and what’s up messages and all of a sudden you find yourself waiting for his reply... This my friends is called ‘The switch up’, the moment when a guy knows he’s got you, and therefore is no longer interested in you... See, it’s all about the chase... Men love to want and love to be wanted and when you give into both, you become a victim of the switch up, and just like that, it’s the beginning of the end; he’s moving on (usually to the next one).



It kills me to say it, but I know about the switch up, I named it and I’ve done it to a few people myself, but it wasn’t until tonight did I realise that even though I know the process so well, I still fall for it because I and all my girlfriends and friends tell me to ‘Have faith’... Not anymore... I’ve adopted my new motto, ‘Replace faith with reality’... Basically, it means ‘Be real about situations with men and what you expect from them and what you know DEEP DOWN you will get’... Everyone else can lie to you, but you can’t lie to yourself; listen to your gut feeling and BE REAL about the situation/him...

From one girl to another, here are some clear examples of when you should be real with yourself with a certain type of guy and replace faith with reality:

- If he is a known playa who is associated with a lot of women, he will no doubt make you one of those girls and eventually play you too (work out what you want from him, just sex? This is the man for you, a relationship- No, go and find somebody else!!)

- If he cheated on his girlfriend to be with you, he will cheat on you too.

- If he is close to his mum he will probably just be looking for mum number two in you.

- If he is single, he is single for a reason and most likely likes to sleep around and has commitment issues- He will not commit to you (you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife)

- If he was really interested in you, he will call you, if he doesn’t, then it’s safe to say he’s not, and is more likely than not calling someone else- Let it go!

- If he is quiet and reserved, it doesn’t always mean he’s shy and mysterious, it probably just means he is too lazy to commit to a woman and would rather masturbate 100 times a day then put in the hard work of having a girlfriend, and let’s face it ladies, no one deserves to be second to Mr Palmer ;)



The worst part about break up’s in this day in age is SOCIAL NETWORKING and I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks this; it’s actually common knowledge... I just deleted my Facebook page for the 3rd time in 6 months because I simply do not have any self control when I’m on there... Only a few years ago, you could break up with a person, delete them out of your life and have a slim chance of ever having to hear from them or see them again if you wanted too... These days we are forced to see our ex’s and flings move on to bigger and better things and having all of their SH*T thrusted into our face via our Facebook/twitter timeline’s while we sit and hurt without them in our lives... How is that fair? All I’m saying is that I want the old ways of dating back... I want to be able to delete a guys number and burn pictures of us, I don’t want to have to see them on Facebook and have my Facebook friends tell me what they’re doing, all the while dealing with the indescribable pain of heartbreak and having it drag on because of a person’s profile or timeline..... NO!!! Even though you may have delete them after parting ways and they are no longer a Facebook friend, you will no doubt have moments of weakness and will want to look at their page (don’t lie, we’ve all done it)... We punish ourselves and we make the process of getting over someone ten times harder thanks to social networking; this is the age we live in... A generation of, not being in love...


Men and break up’s do strange things to your spirit and your mind when it all goes wrong... The only true way to get over anybody and get back to being yourself again is to delete them completely out of your life (from your phone, from your facebook, from your skype, from your twitter... SIGH; See what I mean)... There’s no such thing as ‘remaining friends’ with someone you had feelings for or an attachment with because when it’s time for you to see them move on (usually with facebook pictures of them with other girls or a new relationship status update), will you HONESTLY be able to handle that? If your gut feeling tells you no, then it’s time to let it go... Don’t have faith that you can remain friends and one day it might work out, NO, that is a lie, he has moved on, so you have to do the same... REPLACE FAITH WITH REALITY...


Yeah I know I may sounds harsh and it sounds like I don’t believe in love, but I can tell you that I do; I’ve felt it, I’ve experienced it, all I’m saying is and I repeat, you have to be realistic about men and the dating scene today if you want to avoid heartbreak... Far too many girls get caught up with the idea of faith and all things nice at the start of the relationship and as a result, get played by the unemotional ‘Onto the next one’ generation of men we are forced with in this day in age... Yeah I said it!

I got told yesterday from a guy that I speak ‘Fluent Male’ and I found this to be a compliment... Ladies, allow me to speak my fluent male to you now and tell you what no man will ever dare to tell you; just be honest with yourself, don’t fall for the hype; use your brain not your heart and you will live to fight another day! We can’t avoid heartbreak in life, it’s something we all experience, but you can reduce the amount of times you go through heartbreak if you know yourself and the dating game you’re dealing with from the start!

I’d like to think that there is a guy out there that will walk into my life and challenge everything that I just wrote, but after many years of being single in this rough as shit dating game, I doubt that that will happen, and after all, who am I to hope for the hopeless... As for the sisters who have found their Mr Right; I don’t playa hate, get your love on... I wish I knew your secrets; instead all I have is me and this unlucky reality... Until next time...

One love, one life..

-Cee- xo

Friday, January 6, 2012

Queens of the Throne Tour, America Part Two: Venice Beach, New York

‘PROTECT THE MOMENT, ITS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY (Its your duty)


‘I promise to follow the code of Las Vegas by not tweeting, tagging, posting, telling, whispering, emoting, defining, drawing, writing about, or in any way revealing the all powerful ‘What happens here stays here’ stays here moment of me or anyone else in my party to others not on said trip during or any time after said trip’s duration- ie The moment being the part or parts of the trip that should stay in Las Vegas. The other parts are fine. So sayeth this person on ‘Date and Time’.... What happens here, stays here’....



As I sat reading that note on the back of the chair in front of me on my $8 plane ride from Las Vegas back to LA, I was smiled knowing that the memories I had made in the last 48 hours in this city, would stay with me for life.


To Venice beach and beyond (I’m sexy and I know it)


As much as I loved Vegas, I was keen to get back to California and experience our next destination, ‘VENICE BEACH’... Yup, the home of skate boarding, body builders, half naked rollerblader’s, or as everybody else knows it as; the location for LMFAO’S, ‘Sexy and I know it’ film clip... Oh it’s also the home of troubled star ‘Lindsay Lohan’, which totally makes more sense to me now...

We took our trusty airport shuttle bus to ‘Cotel Venice Beach Hostel’, which means ‘Tucked away back packer joint with 3 huge flights of stairs to carry your bags up, and a room to be shared with two weird non English speaking stinky marijuana smelling girls’... Welcome to Venice beach... It was good to be back in Cali.... The sun was shining, the beach was happening and it was time to get amoungst it....



First thing on the menu... ‘Fried shrimp basket and the best damn strawberry banana smoothy ever... Sitting on the grass fighting off the HUGE Seagulls, the vibe of Venice hit me and I took in the sun and the shine while I watched the sun go down on the water in front of me... The cool thing about Venice is the laid back beach life style, mixed with market stalls, junkies, and the sweet smells of sweat,yarndi and alcohol... Who wouldn’t love this place.... Kodie found it amusing that I was using the lemon from my shrimp basket and putting salt on it and ate it like that on Venice beach... Well, you know what they say, you can take the black girl outta the bush but.... Yeah, you know the rest...

So I had a date on my first Saturday back in Venice beach and I had about 6 hours to kill before I was to be picked up... To prepare myself for this date with this very cool hot man, I did what any other nervous girl does before a date; went to the bar downstairs with my girl Kodie and drank the best god dayum $9 mojito’s I’ve ever tasted! Tipsy and confident, I got dressed and spent an awesome evening with one of LA’s finest.... ;)

The next 3 days were pretty much spent exploring Venice Beach, the close by community of Santa Monica and in bed due to the rain that followed our previous sunny days... Venice is a weird place, it has people of all walks of life during the day; smiling entertainers, sleazy stall holders, bulked up body builders looking for your attention and friendly cafe owners, but at night, the whole beach shuts down and the freaks come out to play, and by freaks I mean the junkie dudes that hang outside your hostel with their pants falling down just above their penis... Yeah, I got to see a junkies public pubic hair in Venice beach, do I feel lucky... No, surprisingly I don’t... LOL....


More dates, and more Mojito’s as my final days in Cali went by and before I knew it, it was my final night in LA and Kodie and I were on our way to the famous LA Staples Centre, the home of the LA Lakers and the burial building of Michael Jackson to see Kanye West and Jay Z LIVE in concert for one last time... Sitting in the highest seats in the stadium, we were closer to the stage and ready to hear them rock the shit out of the hip hop loving crowd... Seeing them in Vegas only made me more excited to see them again in LA and everyone has asked, ‘Which was the better show’... They were both equally awesome; Vegas because we had such a big build up for the actual concert, and LA because the crowd were more of a hip hop crowd and went BANANA’S...


Kanye West was a little more vocal at the LA concert and screamed on the mic ‘Everybody always tells you to be humble, but when was the last time someone told you to be awesome, be great? BE AWESOME!’... I still to this day don’t know why any white people showed up to his concert... The man who was known to interrupt white girl singers, the man who said ‘George W Bush hates black people’ and the man who sings ‘Elo elo elo white America, assassinate my character’, still sold out a concert 3 nights in a row JUST at the staples centre with over 50,000 screaming fans each night... See that’s the thing about Kanye, you either hate to love him or your love to hate him, either way he’s gonna blow you away with his musical genius ... And as for Jay Z, well who wouldn’t want to see Biggie smalls prodigy and neighbour spit incredibly on a mic with such precision that blows your mind everytime...

After the 9th time of encore song ‘N****s in Paris’, (They broke the record for most sung encores that night and used this concert for their new film clip for the song) My LA boy picked us up from the concert and with that, we bid our farewells to two of the greatest rappers alive today.


NEW YORK CITY: (Concrete jungle where dreams are made of)


What’s better than sitting in a shuttle bus on the way to the LAX airport eating a croissant with ham and cheese on it with New York City as your next destination? How about eating a ham and cheese croissant in the shuttle bus to LAX airport with New York as your destination and THEN YOUR TRAVEL PARTNER SAYS SHE’S LOST HER WALLET’!!! Okay, after half an hour of frantically looking for the wallet, asking the shuttle bus driver to turn around, racking our brains of all the places she could’ve left it and a lot of praying to every god in the universe, I asked my mum where the wallet was and BOOM, it showed up at her feet, literally (it was on the floor at her feet in the shuttle bus)... PHEW...

After that small heart attack of the missing wallet, we were on our way to New York, but not before some intense airport security and it’s understandable. This country had been put through unmeasurable terror in the 9/11 attacks and as a result, airport security is strict and very confronting... Check it; show your passport to the person at the counter, then line up, get your passport and boarding pass checked again by a police officer at the front of the security line, take all your shoes, belts, jackets off, no water, no liquids allowed, walk through the scanner, then to another box with another security guard that says ‘spread your legs and put your hands above your head and look straight ahead’... Every time I went through airport security I kinda felt violated but safe at the same time. It also showed me how slack our airport security is compared to theirs.

A 6 hour flight later and we were slowing making our way into New York... Flying in at 7:30pm, the bright lights of the big city presented itself from the plane and it was hard to tell where the city started and stopped... I had waited my whole life to visit New York and the moment had finally arrived. I told my mum in 2010 just before she passed away that I was going to go to New York one day and she said ‘I believe you, you’ll get there daughter, I know you will’...


To some, New York is the place you go to follow your dreams, and I was following mine... I’d always had a dream to come to the place where hip hop started, to walk the street where biggie smalls hustled, walk where generations of black people struggled and fought for their basic human rights... To visit Harlem and see the Apollo theatre where Michael Jackson first became a star and Motown music was born. The music scene and hip hop culture is what always drew me to New York and I was finally going to experience it...

We arrived at JFK airport and it took us an hour just to get out of the airport before we were even on our way to our hostel... 2 hours and many pickups later, we made it to Upper Manhatten, 103rd street in Harlem... What up big APPLE, the two hot cakes had arrived!! Oh for anyone playing at home, hot cakes equal Me and Kodie... We dropped our stuff off and cruised across the road to this very cute pizzeria for our first slice of New York Pizza... 2 HUUGEEE slices of cheese pizza and a few corona’s later, ‘Maria’s Pizzeria’ was to become infamous to the both of us...

The week in New York consisted of cold weather and warm clothes... When I say cold, I mean even cold for this winter loving murri, but still, I took it like a true champion... Kodie= 4 sets of clothes on, beanie, and gloves... Me; Hoodie, skirt and kicks with a mad beanie and no gloves on... I win again at going (H.A.M) Hard as a mother f**ker!!

Besides the cold, the city was glorious... Everything I expected and more... The people were loud, the coffee was hot, the bagels were delicious and the men were divine... Unlike LA which is flat and spread out, you just GET It when you’re in New York... You’re in one of the biggest cities in the world but you never understand the sheer size of it because you never get to really see it all.. New York’s subway system is easy for my travel friend Kodie, but hard for a doogie black girl like me... Where are we, where are we going, is this our stop, how long to go... Yeah I was THAT Travel friend, only because I was excited and nervous about what this city could offer me at every stop... Did I mention Kodie has a lot of patience? LOL


Times square... What a place... This is where I felt at home in New York the most... I sat on the red stairs in the middle of Times Square listening to Jay Z and Alicia Key’s ‘Empire state of mind’ and thought about the promise I had kept to my mum... Even though it had been nearly a year since her death, I know she was sitting right beside me looking at all the lights... I could only imagine what she would’ve been saying... ‘EEEHHH look all these mob here walking around... too packed this place’.... That was my mum, scared of big crowds and fascinated by all things bright and shiny. I missed her at this moment but was grateful that I was fulfilling my promise of making it to New York to her and to myself.


Broadway later that night and thanks to my legs in massive wedges, I got the line from an incredibly drunk happy guy walking next to me on the street ‘Excuse me miss but are your legs insured’... Thats the one thing about America, the men are STRAIGHT UP, even the NYPD police officer said ‘Your looking gorgeous tonight ladies’ as Kodie and I strolled past with all our deadly-ness (sametime, leg and foot was hurting like hell from walking 4 massive blocks in wedge high heel boots to broadway)... We finally arrived at Broadway and took our seats to watch ‘Pricilla Queen of the desert’... I’m not usually one for musicals as they kind of freak me out with their random talking then all of a sudden burst into song routines, but I was in New York and it was one of the most popular shows to see, not to mention one of my all time favourite movies... The whole production was beyond fabulous and I loved every minute of it...


FOOD: (Glorioussss food)


The thing about New York is... well, there is ALOT Of food... Some of the highlights would be the famous ‘Katz’s deli’ which is in the middle of nowhere and a place I walked like 12 blocks for to eat at (worth it)... A huge pristrami (however you spell it) sandwich on Rye Bread with mustard and pickles, got INHALED.... I swear I waited my whole life for that sandwich; it was everything I dreamt it would be... Then came the hot dogs... (Kodie loved the hot dogs... chooch) The hour trip on the subway to Cooney Island for the famous ‘Danny’s hot dogs’ was okay but I loved the Times Square hot dog stall more... Then there was the trip out to Flushing in Queens to do Yum Cha with Kodie’s twitter friend and queens local, ‘Ray’... You know it’s gonna be the best Yum Cha ever if you’re the only non Chinese speaking people in the place and it was...

As if hot dogs, bagels in central park, warm apple cider, NYC Slice pizza, yum cha and huge sandwiches weren’t enough, there was one last thing I was yet to try in New York; SOUL FOOD.... Our first taste came from the famous ‘Sylvia’s’ in Harlem.. Genuine soul food, the type of food that your momma would make (if you were an African American, our black mothers make hamper and rice... LOL)... THE BEST FRIED CHICKEN I’VE EVER TASTED, served with Garlic mash, and collard greens with a side of corn bread hit the spot... But, we were told by our friend Josie to also try poppies chicken, and who were we to challenge her, so the next day, we did... We walked the streets of Harlem and saw the Apollo centre, bought dodgie burnt CD’s off a Jamaican guy, picked up a cheap ‘I love Harlem’ shirt and explored a wig/weave store’ for about an hour fascinated by the big bizness that is hair braiding and weaving... The African American’s in NYC live a completely different life style to us as aboriginal people and I envy them for how far they have come in America as a race then what we as Aboriginal people have come in our own country but that’s a topic for another day...


One of my final highlights in New York was catching the train out to ‘Brooklyn’ and meeting Kodie’s friend Vanessa who is an Australian working and living in America in the film industry... We had the most incredible meal (lobster tail, salmon, and steak dishes) at this up market soul food place where they had a DJ spinning beats while you ate... The man was dropping Faith evans, TLC, J-Cole, Miguel and others while I was smashing soul food signature dish mac and cheese... And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Vanessa took us to this banging bar in Bed Stye, the place where biggie smalls grew up and we sat there with our jaws open as the DJ Dropped the Notorious B.I.G’s ‘Get Money’ ft another local ‘Lil Kim’ to his beloved fans.... To these people, to us, Biggie was a king and still is a king of Hip Hop and it was surreal to be on the streets he used to walk down and hustle on and to hear his music being played in the environment it started at, all at the same time... It got better from there, ‘Real love’ by Mary J, and Jay Z ‘I just wanna love you’ spun while we drank our bogan like corona’s... I didn’t care how bogan I looked, I was surrounded by people who appreciate hip hop like I appreciate hip hop and I was having the time of my life...


The last night in New York City and I spent it dancing down the Brooklyn bridge to Michael Jacksons 'Dont stop till you get enough', paying my respects at the 9/11 site and then on the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building overlooking the entire city... This place, its beauty was astonishing, so much so that Kodie got dressed up in her short wedding dress, complete with a vale, white stockings and high heels and got married that city on the 84th floor... She’s a nutcase but she loves the city that much, that I supported the marriage and filmed her saying her vowels to the city...


Back in Harlem, we spent our last few hours in NYC at the place we started, Maria’s Pizzeria on 103rd street where we got hit on by a drunken Mexican guy wanting to buy us a drink... Hhhhmmm, no thanks and with that we closed our eyes to our last few hours in the big apple... I was sad to leave New York, I loved the sense of freedom and opportunity, the culture, the food, the people, but it was time to head back to the sunny state of LA before we flew back to Australia later that night...

I really fell in love with LA and was glad to see it after 6 hours sitting in the middle seat of a plane from NYC... Kodie and I had a 5 hour stopover in LA before our flight later that night and I debated with myself whether I should go see my LA boy to waste time for the stopover... It was easier said than done... What if the traffic was bad, Hollywood is a LONG way from the airport, like an hour one away... Then there was the money factor; it would cost a lot in a cab... The ‘what if this happens’ and all the ‘buts’ kept me back and I told him that I wasn’t going to come because too much could go wrong, so I stayed... I lined up with Kodie in the line for airport security and fought back tears for a guy I’d only known all of 2.5 weeks who I’d come to like a lot and enjoyed spending time with... I was about to leave America for Australia... This was it... I wasn’t going to see him again...

I got two people back from the Police officer that checks your passport and boarding pass, looked at Kodie with time against me and said, ‘I GOTTA GO’, and with that, I lifted the security barrier, rang down the airport steps, hailed a cab and was on my way to see my boy in Hollywood... $80 one way in a cab, two hours spent hanging out with him, many hugs and many kisses goodbye later, I jumped back in another $80 cab ride and made it back to the airport with half an hour to spare... Some people say it was one of the craziest things I’ve ever one and I’d have to agree... I’ve never done anything like that for any guy in my life but when would I ever get the chance to do that ever again? Life is about taking chances and living in the moments that will hopefully last forever and that memory and experience will live with me for the rest of my life... I got to say a proper goodbye to him and I have no regrets what so ever...


Back at the airport, I met Kodie at the gate and we both had tears in our eyes and sadness on our face as the plane took off in the air... Goodbye America... Back to our ‘Fuck our lives’ well... lives...

To my girl Kodie, THANK YOU for showing me the world, for encouraging me to leave your side and go on the dates, for making me buy those shoes, for dragging me around the subway system and telling me to shut my mouth every time I asked where we were going... I will never forget the good times we spent on this trip and will hold the memories as some of the best in my life for the rest of my life... You are a true friend and I can’t wait to take on the world with you again... (TMT) ...


To anyone reading this thinking ‘Should I take a trip’, my advice is DO IT... People were saying to me while I was in America, ‘You are so lucky’, but luck had nothing to do with it... Having the will and a dream to do it did... It’s simple... I made a goal, I worked, I saved and I did it for myself... It was the trip of a life time and something my spirit and soul needed after the year I had losing my mum and starting my life again as my brother’s full time carer...

Being back in North Queensland, I am missing my sister girl Kodie, I’m missing mi amor in LA, and I’m missing all that the city life has to offer... The only thing to do now is save and do it all over again...
Until next time... Dream big peeps...

One Love, One Life

xo

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Queens Of The Throne Tour; America 2011 (Part One)

Picture this... My girl Kodie rings me in August and says ‘Hey, so Kanye West and Jay Z have just announced an American tour for their new album ‘Watch The Throne’ and I think we should try and get tickets ...

Me: ‘Yeah gone then’

3 weeks later at 3:30am, text message from Kodie: ‘Pack your bags I just got us tickets to the concert, WE’RE GOING TO AMERICA’...

Flash forward 5 months later, a new passport, travel insurance, savings in my bank, flights booked and a trip to the Sydney International airport and we were out of this bitch; Los Angeles, here we come...



HOLLYWOOD: (sweet baby jesus, we made it in America)

Arriving in LA was surreal... My first real taste of a real American didn’t hit me until I was in line waiting for the shuttle bus out the front of LAX Airport and was being spoken at by a very loud, friendly African American lady who said to us (while she was also talking on the phone at the same time), ‘YOU GIRLS GOT A BOOKING’? NO?? THATS AHEETTT, I GOT YOU.. ITS GONE BE $14 EACH AHEETTT, BUS BE ABOUT 15MINS’ ... Welcome to America CJAY...

After driving for about an hour with Kodie fast asleep on my shoulder, (and snoring loudly May I add, shame) we arrived at our first destination, ‘HOLLYWOOD’... Tinsel town, the place where struggling actors, models and wanna be popstars go to make it... And me; I was just there for a good time not a long time ;)



Our first day in Hollywood consisted of a walking tour of Beverly Hills (Our tour guide ‘Adam’ was a total douche bag who didn’t tell us it was a walking tour, told us he didn’t wear underwear and made us catch a public bus to Beverly Hills, but other than that, it was cool)... Walking the uneven streets of some of the worlds, largest richest estates of the famous and fake tittied, I felt poor and slightly dizzy from 5 hours of straight walking in the LA Sun... Adam ushered us back onto the metro bus and said his fair well and expected a tip from his group of 10 tired travellers... My tip : ‘Hey Adam, don’t make me walk around LA without a bathroom stop for 5 hours ever again’...

Later that night I tried my first half a rack of ribs with sweet potato fries and bar hopped with my girl Kodie along Hollywood blvd drinking $5 margaritas, then later that night swigged on straight vodka out of a bottle with a bunch of aussie back packers we met back at our hostel... Kodie spewed, I slept... Ahhh good times...


Hollywood is a funny place; it makes you feel as if you’re constantly on a movie set, surrounded by extras... Billboard signs everywhere, tall lifeless palm trees lining the streets, hobos asking for money and crazy Christian groups protesting that ‘Jesus is the only way’ passing us at the lights (If only they knew that Sneakers and high heels were the only way in my life)

Day 3 and we got our tattoo’s at Lucky 7 tattoo’s done by a mad Mexican by the name of Gennaro ;) Kodie was tearing up when she was getting a star on her foot from the pain.. What a loser... hehehe... I of course sat still the whole time and didn’t feel any pain what so ever... (H.A.M- Hard as a mother f**ker) ....


My last night in LA was spent in Santa Monica with a great guy, walking the dock of the bay, watching all the fisherman fish the coast line of Los Angeles and watched the bright lights of the city come to life as the night went on... This is where I fell in love with the city of California... On my way back from Santa Monica, the radio in the car dropped ‘2pac’s ‘California Love’... I thought to myself at that moment, ‘I can die a happy woman having heard California love while driving in Cali’... Tupac, I love you... Before I knew it, I was back at the hostel fast asleep, ready for my apparent ‘surprise’ I had been promised in the morning by Kodie...

To VEGAS we go:

7am and Kodie and I caught a cab to an unknown destination... We arrived an hour later at a hire car place and just like on ‘The Amazing race’, Kodie says to me, ‘These keys work for any of these cars (convertible mustangs), choose one’ and with that she told me that we were driving to Vegas that day, as she had booked us a room at the MGM Grand hotel and casino to see Kanye West and Jay Z LIVE the next night... She is officially the best secret keeper in the world...

Driving to Vegas was hell, I had caught a head cold from the night before, walking around in the 5 degree weather in Santa Monica meant I pretty much sneezed the whole way across the border to Nevada, but besides that, It was awesome driving the country side of America with my sister girl, seeing snow for the first time on the mountains in a desert ironically, stopping at I-Hop restaurant in some hick town on the way, wearing nothing but a sundress and a pair of tights with thongs on and finally arriving in Vegas checking into the flashest motel, dressed as a hobo back packer...


Before we knew it, we were getting ready for the concert we had been waiting for, for the past 6 months... (well me, for the whole time Kanye had been in the music scene)... A huge Vegas style cocktail later, a pair of black thick rimmed glasses for some Yeezy style and we were sitting in the audience waiting for our two favourite rappers to emerge from the dark stages...

The beat of ‘H.A.M’ opened up the concert and two stages started rising, one with Kanye on top wearing a leather kilt with tights underneath and shirt with his own face on it, and the other with Jay Z wearing some baggy jeans and a leather jacket/hoodie, with a NYC hat on, both spitting their verses, working off each other, with the crowd (including kodie and I) losing their shit!! A large America flag dropped from the top of the main stage and the smooth sounds of ‘Otis Reading’ started to play before the remixed version ‘Otis’ dropped... ‘DAMN YEEZY AND HOV, WHERE THE HELL YA BEEN’...


The album ‘Watch the Throne’ had been probably the most highly anticipated Hip Hop album of 2011 and Kanye and Jay Z didn’t disappoint singing hits ‘No church in the wild, lift off, gotta have it, new day, thats my bitch, welcome to the jungle, made in America and an encore of ‘N****s in Paris’ sung SIX times... Kanye aka Yeezy rocked his hits in between his songs sung with Jay Z, and BLEW MY MIND with all my favourites... ‘Can’t tell me nothing, jesus walks, flashing lights, all falls down, run away, monster, all of the lights, gold digger, good life, stronger, diamonds are forever, heartless’ and others...

Just as you thought you could catch your breath when Kanye would leave the stage, Jay Z would enter... The crowd threw up their diamonds for one of the kings of hip hop, screaming for Brooklyn’s own ‘Jigga man’ aka H to the O.V ... The chants of over 40,000+ people singing ‘I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AIN’T ONE, HIT MEEHHH’, was a sight to see, as hands of the hip hop beloved were raised... He dropped some of his newest stuff, ‘Empire state of mind’, ‘Run this town’ and killed that stage with his classics ‘Public service announcement’, Izzo (H.O.V.A), I just wanna love you’, ‘Hard Knock life’, ‘Dirt off your shoulders’, and ‘Big Pimpin’...

The whole entire show was done and dusted after the bar change in ‘N****s’ in Paris’ on the 6th encore of the song... Lasers going everywhere, smoke covering the stadium and shirts and scarves being waved in the air... Without a doubt, Kanye West and Jay Z are on a whole other level from anybody else in the rap game right now... Their individual stage precents and joint performances were like nothing else I have witnessed with any other rapper/performer/singer song writer... And with that, it was all over...


Waking up in Vegas (so Katy Perry of me), I said good bye to the city that has an incredible buzz about it, and flew back to LA to begin the next journey of the trip, Venice beach...

Tales of Venice and New York coming soon.... ;)

Until then, stay tuned...

One love, One Life...

-CEE- XO