life of a street dancer

So it was that time again to take Fergie to the vets as there was a deal for £10 micro chipping for the month of June. Fergie gets in too many places so I thought yeah this is a great idea and booked the appointment. Now we all know how crazy it was last time with him biting the vet and just being an embarrassment so I didn't have high expectations for this one. His appointment was booked on Tuesday. I got home really late on Monday night so getting up early to take Fergs before work wasn't appealing. I kept him indoors and he spent THREE hours crying in my ear because I wouldn't let him out and then as I put him in the bag and zipped it, I saw his little nose push the zip down and he escaped! I tried again, he did the same thing then he ran downstairs. There are four floors in my house so running down them, half asleep, desperate and irritable is not funny. I grabbed him, took him upstairs and shockingly he sat patiently in the bag. I threw his fav green teddy in - the on...

My mate and choreographer Kloe made this amazing solo earlier this year and now she's put it into movie mode! I'm so proud of her and her dedication to progressing herself. A lot of people should take note and stop waiting for life to start but just go for it and don't think about what other people say. I love this girl loads and I'd advise anyone who wants to see some real dance check it out on YouTube. She even does a headstand on the pavement! It's been a challenging week but I feel like in my personal life my life has taken a U turn which is great but work is another thing. Sometimes teaching dance is so frustrating when people take your creativity and you invest so much time into them and they just disrespect you or you work for someone, training up more than 150 people and they disrespect you. But what I know is that I'm better than their poor attitude and I'm good at what I do so if they don't appreciate me, someone else always comes along that ...

I like everyone else around the world, watched the Royal Wedding and I have to say, it was lovely. Kate looked beautiful and her sister left me speechless. That was the sexiest wedding gear I have ever seen. Saw Harry giving her the eye! My mum got all dressed up in her African gear....to watch it from our living room. She is funny. Made me think about weddings and marriage. Marriage kind of freaks me out. I have no idea why. I think it's the whole becoming one that gets me. Oh yeah and the forever bit too but I definitely want a wedding. Buying that dress, would be the best shopping day ever. I haven't been to a wedding and I'm itching to go. I've got all these gorgeous Monsoon dresses to wear so come on guys put a ring on it! Was feeling really low for a few days. I was feeling like I couldn't trust many people which was upsetting but I'm glad that I'm all better now. Positive! And ready to keep aiming for my amazing future! MYSELF did B Supreme woma...

Sorry for neglecting you guys I've been so busy with rehearsals but it's worth the wait. Just to be clear in case any dudes are reading this. This blog is not a boy bashing blog. I'm just not feeling the male species at the moment. I've had two guys I've dated. One looked like Marques Houston and the other like Bobby Brown. Which is weird because I'm not attracted to them and now I remember I wasn't physically attracted to the dudes I was with either. (Trust me boys banter will get you far.) So for arguments sake in case someone reads this and says "Hey you're talking about so and so. I can say no I'm talking about Marques and Bobby." But this one is about Bobby. Bobby is this dude I met at a dance open class and we got along really well and he texted me alot. You know he was going for it and we developed a friendship but then he said he liked me more than that. My brain is crazy so in my head Bobby was a serious hottie so you can imagine...

OK so I've been sending off emails to any magazine that sounds interesting to do work experience or freelance work that I found in my Writers Handbook. It's the only thing you'll ever need in your writing life. It has contacts for all agents, promoters, magazines, newspapers, courses and tells you about festivals and prizes. It's the best book basically for me right now. Anyway I contacted one girls magazine more aimed at 7-12 year olds asking for work experience. I wrote a little paragraph and sent my cover letter to them. The next evening when I got home from rehearsal (bare in mind at this point I'm tired and kinda irritated from dance) I decide to check my email. I had a response from the magazine (I won't bait there name cause they may help me in the future) and all it said was Hi Abiola, When you ask for work experience is really important to check your grammar. Love (name of the magazine) xxx It was one of those moments where I had to blink alot and rea...

Going into overdrive to get an agent. I've finished my kids picture book and I'm currently writing a young adults book. Figured it's best not to limit myself and be open to write as many different things as I can, just to see where my strength lies. It's funny to think that all I need is someone to sign me and then BAM I can get published. Come on agents!!!! Holla at me. They say JK Rowling is the worlds RICHEST writer. She's almost worth $1 billion. I admit she has set the bar high but honestly, nothings better than a challenge. I've seen some amazing talent for my mates in the last two weeks. Ebru performing at Yoyo's and mashed up the stage. Then I hear her on Kiss FM with her song 'Prisoner.' I screamed and Fergie ran out the room. Then Kloe and Jared's solo piece's at Breakout which were amazing. For some reason my address on my ticket said Hackney, London, Afghanistan. Clearly I won't be receiving any mail from that theatre. It...

I'm known by different names to different people. In the kitchen, my dad gave me a history lesson on my names. ABIOLA - given to me by my mum, it means wealth be on to her. Which I thought was v typical of my mum to think off. SERIFAT - given to me by my dad and is my Muslim name, even though I'm a born again Christian. My dad is Muslim, although he doesn't really know why and half my family follow Islam as well. I have a vague memory of it being Ramadan and this was my obsession with the Pokemon game phase on Game Boy. My dad came home and was well chuffed that I had fasted with him. In truth I had forgot that I had agreed to but I had been playing Pokemon all day and forgot to eat. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. So every Ramadan as a kid, I had to fast. I was named after a girl from my dad's school who helped him financially throughout secondary school because my dad was a poor orphan. TEMI-TOPE - given to me by my Auntie Sade who is my Nan's s...