Um, hi.
So, exams are over and in some crazy way, I miss having things to do. I woke up at 2.30pm today thinking about what time I should start studying when I realized that there was nothing left to study for, until August that is.
But fret not, there are still a million things left to do, like clean my room, the kitchen, the whole house, outside the house, around the house and maybe if I'm still feeling energetic, other people's houses. Yea ok, I'm not that insane just yet, let's see what happens in a few days.
Thanks to Mr. Klumsy (an affectionate but appropriate name for one of my housemates in Perth), I might start having more visitors here because he discovered my blog. This makes me shy and proud all at the same time and I realized yesterday just how uncomfortable I am with people even talking about my blog. Goddamn, how will I write a book like this?
I must go prepare lunch so it's see you later for now. I'll be back later. With more stories, promise.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Awful Slang
Yes, I am in the midst of studying for my exams, but I had a sort of argument with my two housemates about my feelings on the word 'chick'. If you know me well, then you know I get quite offended if somebody uses this word, especially if it's a girl. The argument escalated and sort of hung on the fact that no one knew where the word originated from. I don't think I'd be able to rest without doing some quick research, so here it is. Mind you, it is from Wikipedia, a source I barely trust, but then again, who and what can you trust these days; especially on the Internet. After the exams, I plan to do in-depth research on this matter and if Wikipedia is right, the slang DID originate from a man and it was used in an extremely degrading manner. Here it is, prepare to get appalled and please remember this the next time you open your mouth to say the word 'chick'.
From where did the slang use of the word chick originate?
In: Word and Phrase Origins
Answer
The word chick is a short form for chicken and it's use in American slang to refer to a young woman is attributed to Sinclair Lewis' book Elmer Gantry (1927).
"He had determined that marriage now would cramp his advancement in the church and that, anyway, he didn't want to marry this brainless little fluffy chick, who would be of no help in impressing rich parishioners. But that caution he had utterly forgotten in emotion, and her question was authentically a surprise, abominably a shock."
Taken from:
Wiki Answers (Answers Corporation).2008. http://wiki.answers.com/Q/From_where_did_the_slang_use_of_the_word_chick_originate
(accessed June 08, 2008).
From where did the slang use of the word chick originate?
In: Word and Phrase Origins
Answer
The word chick is a short form for chicken and it's use in American slang to refer to a young woman is attributed to Sinclair Lewis' book Elmer Gantry (1927).
"He had determined that marriage now would cramp his advancement in the church and that, anyway, he didn't want to marry this brainless little fluffy chick, who would be of no help in impressing rich parishioners. But that caution he had utterly forgotten in emotion, and her question was authentically a surprise, abominably a shock."
Taken from:
Wiki Answers (Answers Corporation).2008. http://wiki.answers.com/Q/From_where_did_the_slang_use_of_the_word_chick_originate
(accessed June 08, 2008).
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Just A Little Whee Whee
Hello. So I got up at 6am today. Yes yes, I know, shocking. I mean, I don't think I've done that since high school, not even then maybe cos' everybody knew I had to make a late entrance to maintain my rep as a badass. Haha, that's funny. Badass. Ahem, anyway, I got some sleep in the afternoon so it shouldn't be a problem falling asleep, I mean, studying in the library, which is where I am now, yet again.
Why is it that we only get sleepy when we think of studying? It's a universal thing, I'll bet. I can see everyone nodding again. That's nice, we've come to an agreement.
So, in exactly two weeks from now, I'll be flying back home. I can't believe how time just managed to sneak by us and whoosh by. I can remember, with extreme clarity, my first day here in Perth, Western Australia. I realize now that I never exactly told you how that went, I did actually but quite briefly, mostly because it wasn't the best of days- the only good part was that I was able to find comfort in the arms of my dear. Well, how did it go, you ask now? I felt slightly like a lost puppy, to be honest and I had just spent (as I mentioned in a much earlier post) the entire flight bawling my eyes out (how I cursed the fact that I didn't have tissue!)so I wasn't in the mood to get excited just yet about being in a new country. And like I had said about the curfew issue, it didn't feel liberating in any way to be 100 zillion miles away from the parents. I missed Mom as soon as I stepped onto the escalator that carried me to the immigrations. I missed dad when I passed (and err, went in) the tobacco shop. I missed Luvesh when I was on the plane and watching Beauty and the Beast. I missed grandma when I first tried cooking butter chicken in Babe's kitchen while he was at work. And I missed my friends when I saw so many other young people mingling in the courtyard of my university (and I of course, was the little lost duckling amongst the big and graceful swans). Yea, but wasn't I supposed to tell you how the first day went?
So, I got picked up by Babe's friend, W, and slid into the backseat, exhausted from all the waterworks I managed to spout on the flight. I just wanted to sleep, really and there wasn't much view from where I was sitting. It was all green and er, uninteresting *gee, Mil what a flowery description, no wonder you're doing English!*
We got home and I pretty much fell asleep after a hot shower. I woke up ravenous and really ready to eat. The nap did wonders, I was far less cranky and grumpy than when I first got into the car. But that's when homesickness hit, and boy it hit hard. Once again, I was really lucky (as I always say) compared to many of the people that I know, including Babes himself to have him with me during those times. When I heard Mom's voice on the phone, all I wanted to do was run back to KL but I would be tired like, 15minutes after a bold attempt to do so. Plus I was hungry and Babes was making this incredible-smelling butter chicken from a jar so I had to eat. At least, before attempting a marathon. Felt much better again after the food but I also became pretty sleepy, because let's face it, Indian food makes you long for a pillow and a blanket.
This memory is the most vivid one- after dinner, me and Babes stepped out into the night air to get some *cough* fresh air (hahahahaha). I glanced up and forgot everything- for the sky was dotted beautifully with winking stars. I felt, crazily enough, like they were trying to tell me something. Maybe they were, haven't you ever heard of talking stars? Yea well, I have okay! Well anyway, I guess if they were trying to tell me something, it would have been something comforting and reassuring- something to remind me that we were going to be okay, as long as we had each other and to also remind me that no,I wasn't dreaming any longer! (These days, me and Babes like to tease each other by asking, "So are you still dreaming?" and usually the person being asks smiles and says "Yep, for sure." Heh, how cute is that ei?)
Needless to say I slept very well and woke up bright and early the next day, ready for Murdoch University, Perth, Western Australia and the rest of the world.
Coming up, my thoughts on something that I was reading about today. (Remind me, please?) For now, it's back to the L-I-T in the LI-BRA-REE!
I am so lame.
Why is it that we only get sleepy when we think of studying? It's a universal thing, I'll bet. I can see everyone nodding again. That's nice, we've come to an agreement.
So, in exactly two weeks from now, I'll be flying back home. I can't believe how time just managed to sneak by us and whoosh by. I can remember, with extreme clarity, my first day here in Perth, Western Australia. I realize now that I never exactly told you how that went, I did actually but quite briefly, mostly because it wasn't the best of days- the only good part was that I was able to find comfort in the arms of my dear. Well, how did it go, you ask now? I felt slightly like a lost puppy, to be honest and I had just spent (as I mentioned in a much earlier post) the entire flight bawling my eyes out (how I cursed the fact that I didn't have tissue!)so I wasn't in the mood to get excited just yet about being in a new country. And like I had said about the curfew issue, it didn't feel liberating in any way to be 100 zillion miles away from the parents. I missed Mom as soon as I stepped onto the escalator that carried me to the immigrations. I missed dad when I passed (and err, went in) the tobacco shop. I missed Luvesh when I was on the plane and watching Beauty and the Beast. I missed grandma when I first tried cooking butter chicken in Babe's kitchen while he was at work. And I missed my friends when I saw so many other young people mingling in the courtyard of my university (and I of course, was the little lost duckling amongst the big and graceful swans). Yea, but wasn't I supposed to tell you how the first day went?
So, I got picked up by Babe's friend, W, and slid into the backseat, exhausted from all the waterworks I managed to spout on the flight. I just wanted to sleep, really and there wasn't much view from where I was sitting. It was all green and er, uninteresting *gee, Mil what a flowery description, no wonder you're doing English!*
We got home and I pretty much fell asleep after a hot shower. I woke up ravenous and really ready to eat. The nap did wonders, I was far less cranky and grumpy than when I first got into the car. But that's when homesickness hit, and boy it hit hard. Once again, I was really lucky (as I always say) compared to many of the people that I know, including Babes himself to have him with me during those times. When I heard Mom's voice on the phone, all I wanted to do was run back to KL but I would be tired like, 15minutes after a bold attempt to do so. Plus I was hungry and Babes was making this incredible-smelling butter chicken from a jar so I had to eat. At least, before attempting a marathon. Felt much better again after the food but I also became pretty sleepy, because let's face it, Indian food makes you long for a pillow and a blanket.
This memory is the most vivid one- after dinner, me and Babes stepped out into the night air to get some *cough* fresh air (hahahahaha). I glanced up and forgot everything- for the sky was dotted beautifully with winking stars. I felt, crazily enough, like they were trying to tell me something. Maybe they were, haven't you ever heard of talking stars? Yea well, I have okay! Well anyway, I guess if they were trying to tell me something, it would have been something comforting and reassuring- something to remind me that we were going to be okay, as long as we had each other and to also remind me that no,I wasn't dreaming any longer! (These days, me and Babes like to tease each other by asking, "So are you still dreaming?" and usually the person being asks smiles and says "Yep, for sure." Heh, how cute is that ei?)
Needless to say I slept very well and woke up bright and early the next day, ready for Murdoch University, Perth, Western Australia and the rest of the world.
Coming up, my thoughts on something that I was reading about today. (Remind me, please?) For now, it's back to the L-I-T in the LI-BRA-REE!
I am so lame.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Big Girls Don't Cry
Ahm, cliche perhaps?
So here I am at the GCL of Murdoch University which is a computer lab situated next to the Murdoch library. Thus I am here prepared to study for my exam that is on Thursday, 5th June 2008 which is technically, tomorrow. My first paper is the foundation unit that all first-year students have to take (it is mandatory rather than "strongly recommended"). In retrospect, it wasn't too bad as I was told it would be; mostly deals with philosophy and psychology- two things I am pretty familiar with. Philosophy both fascinates and depresses me. I have come to see Nietzsche in a more positive light than before; after reading his theories on the will to power but I can't shake the feeling that philosophy was made for people and by people who were on the verge of killing themselves or teetering on the brink of insanity. By the way, Nietzsche did go mental on everybody- a story that unfortunately fascinates me more than his theories.
Ahem, why on earth am I talking about Nietzsche when he's not even coming out in the exam. Probably just a meager distraction from my wandering mind. Oh, how thee wanders! You know what, I have to vent about my feelings on Shakespeare. Ever since I first read him (this was way back in form 1 when I was naive and just thirteen years old) in my high school class, I adored him. We read the famous scene in Macbeth where he says that all of us are mere actors on stage, playing roles in the performance called life. I will never forget the first line:
"Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,"
It was magical, it gave me goosebumps, it made me want to cry and laugh at the same time and I longed to read more of his works. Now, eight years later, I had to do a paper on his play (Much Ado About Nothing- which is fantastic despite what I'm about to say) and I had to decide if he challenged or perpetuated gender stereotypes in this particular play. Because I am a feminist, but one who is a Shakespeare fan, I instantly dispelled the notion of him perpetuating gender stereotypes. I thought, no way! I shall remain indignant! He can't be like that! He can't be a chauvinist pig!! I refuse to see it!!
Err, yes so you see the extent of my denial. Alas, I finally had to see the light. After reading many (and I stress on the word 'many' as I foraged high and low to find something that would reassure my fears) critics on his work, both men and women, I was forced to see him in a different light. Needless to say, I was crushed, sucker-punched, sad, devastated, disgusted and angry! Once again, you get the sense of my dramatic reaction to this. He was indeed, quite a pig. He tried, I believe (because we always have that last, tiny vestige of hope inside us) to create a character that was a feminist in every sense of the word in the 16th century "man's world" but in the end, he married her off. Oh yes, that was the blow. I'm not saying that I'm against marriage or that feminists should be against marriage. I say this in that tone of voice because this particular character was fiercely against marriage and spoke out against all the butting males in her life. Oh, it was wonderful. In my bookshelf blog, I shall quote a few things from Much Ado Abour Nothing and you will see what I'm talking about.
Oh well, not to worry, I'll get over myself. Sniffle. Also, that was good practice for my literature exam on Monday which I'm really enjoying studying for!
Hee. Loves to all. Aww, thanks for coming here. :D
So here I am at the GCL of Murdoch University which is a computer lab situated next to the Murdoch library. Thus I am here prepared to study for my exam that is on Thursday, 5th June 2008 which is technically, tomorrow. My first paper is the foundation unit that all first-year students have to take (it is mandatory rather than "strongly recommended"). In retrospect, it wasn't too bad as I was told it would be; mostly deals with philosophy and psychology- two things I am pretty familiar with. Philosophy both fascinates and depresses me. I have come to see Nietzsche in a more positive light than before; after reading his theories on the will to power but I can't shake the feeling that philosophy was made for people and by people who were on the verge of killing themselves or teetering on the brink of insanity. By the way, Nietzsche did go mental on everybody- a story that unfortunately fascinates me more than his theories.
Ahem, why on earth am I talking about Nietzsche when he's not even coming out in the exam. Probably just a meager distraction from my wandering mind. Oh, how thee wanders! You know what, I have to vent about my feelings on Shakespeare. Ever since I first read him (this was way back in form 1 when I was naive and just thirteen years old) in my high school class, I adored him. We read the famous scene in Macbeth where he says that all of us are mere actors on stage, playing roles in the performance called life. I will never forget the first line:
"Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,"
It was magical, it gave me goosebumps, it made me want to cry and laugh at the same time and I longed to read more of his works. Now, eight years later, I had to do a paper on his play (Much Ado About Nothing- which is fantastic despite what I'm about to say) and I had to decide if he challenged or perpetuated gender stereotypes in this particular play. Because I am a feminist, but one who is a Shakespeare fan, I instantly dispelled the notion of him perpetuating gender stereotypes. I thought, no way! I shall remain indignant! He can't be like that! He can't be a chauvinist pig!! I refuse to see it!!
Err, yes so you see the extent of my denial. Alas, I finally had to see the light. After reading many (and I stress on the word 'many' as I foraged high and low to find something that would reassure my fears) critics on his work, both men and women, I was forced to see him in a different light. Needless to say, I was crushed, sucker-punched, sad, devastated, disgusted and angry! Once again, you get the sense of my dramatic reaction to this. He was indeed, quite a pig. He tried, I believe (because we always have that last, tiny vestige of hope inside us) to create a character that was a feminist in every sense of the word in the 16th century "man's world" but in the end, he married her off. Oh yes, that was the blow. I'm not saying that I'm against marriage or that feminists should be against marriage. I say this in that tone of voice because this particular character was fiercely against marriage and spoke out against all the butting males in her life. Oh, it was wonderful. In my bookshelf blog, I shall quote a few things from Much Ado Abour Nothing and you will see what I'm talking about.
Oh well, not to worry, I'll get over myself. Sniffle. Also, that was good practice for my literature exam on Monday which I'm really enjoying studying for!
Hee. Loves to all. Aww, thanks for coming here. :D
Sunday, June 01, 2008
It's Hard To Say
When you're eyes burn because you haven't slept, it's hard to say.
When you know they're red without looking in the mirror, it's hard to say.
When you crave for a bed but all you have is a chair, it's hard to say.
When you think you can't hold on much longer, it's hard to say.
It's hard to say when something snaps inside.
It's hard to say how much you want to hide.
It's hard to say what you're looking at.
It's hard to say that you won't put up a fight.
When you have nowhere to go because there's no privacy, it's hard to say.
When you long for a corner but all you have is open space, it's hard to say.
When you start to hallucinate and feel a twitch of paranoia, it's hard to say.
When you see things that were never there, it's hard to say.
It's hard to say when something wilts away.
It's hard to say how much I want to say.
It's hard to say what I am put here for.
It's hard to say that I never knew before.
When you know they're red without looking in the mirror, it's hard to say.
When you crave for a bed but all you have is a chair, it's hard to say.
When you think you can't hold on much longer, it's hard to say.
It's hard to say when something snaps inside.
It's hard to say how much you want to hide.
It's hard to say what you're looking at.
It's hard to say that you won't put up a fight.
When you have nowhere to go because there's no privacy, it's hard to say.
When you long for a corner but all you have is open space, it's hard to say.
When you start to hallucinate and feel a twitch of paranoia, it's hard to say.
When you see things that were never there, it's hard to say.
It's hard to say when something wilts away.
It's hard to say how much I want to say.
It's hard to say what I am put here for.
It's hard to say that I never knew before.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Defy
After not writing for so long, coming here is wierd. But nobody's calling me sane. I have two assignments due tomorrow, one I'm really excited about (literature) and the other not so much (creative arts). Time and time again, I question myself; if my interests clearly stood out (even now, it's right here under my nose) why on earth did I bother with psychology? I almost hate looking back, but these thoughts tend to come to you. Nevermind that, it's all water under the bridge now. I may or may not decide to finish the psych degree, but all I know is that I can't see myself as any kind of counsellor. Maybe I could a few years ago, and maybe I did. But not anymore.
Why am I here when I have two assignments due tomorrow? Just takin' a little break is all. Today's been a wierd day. I've been in a sort of limbo-like daze. I attributed it to lack of sleep and perhaps that explains why I'm even more paranoid than usual but ack, I want the weekend to arrive. I shall do my best with these asses and get sleep. SLEEP. How thee tempts me so.
Today was my last tutorial for two classes, one I couldn't get up for and the other was close-to-unbearable. I suppose I'm still shy, especially around girls and I don't know what to say to them. Plus most of them look at me in an odd way, which has been happening to me since kindergarten. Hey I smile at you, you can smile back y'know? It's so strange how girls can be so ungracious to other girls. Aren't we suppose to be on the same team?
I was just telling Babes a few weeks ago that back when I didn't have a car and had to travel by LRT, I had decided to carry out a simple social experiment. I decided that I would smile at everyone who caught my eye. It was more fun than I thought it would be, because most people smiled back. I concluded from this experiment that the people who smile back the most are elderly people (and it was really heartwarming too...awwww). Sadly, the people who smiled back the least were girls who were around my age. They just refused to smile back. Some would stare back blankly, some glared and some just looked away. It was really interesting to me but also pretty disappointing. Why wouldn't they smile back? What is this catty competition that goes on between people of the same sex (in fact, if I had to say, I don't think this happens more frequently with boys, I think it's more applicable for girls). However, I don't have any solid facts to back that up, it is just anecdotal experience.
Oh well, look how the brain goes into overdrive. I need to stop thinking and start writing. Goodnight folks, more to come.
p/s- I had a wonderful, awesome, thrilling experience last night watching football with some of my friends here and my Dear. I somehow will never forget this experience and I'll decide if I want to talk about it or not. It is sacred to me in a way. I may not be completely in love with football (yet) but I fell in love all over again with the person I spend all my days with. I can't explain it in a coherent manner but something about last night was simply magical to me.
Ok, off I go I DO need sleep.
Why am I here when I have two assignments due tomorrow? Just takin' a little break is all. Today's been a wierd day. I've been in a sort of limbo-like daze. I attributed it to lack of sleep and perhaps that explains why I'm even more paranoid than usual but ack, I want the weekend to arrive. I shall do my best with these asses and get sleep. SLEEP. How thee tempts me so.
Today was my last tutorial for two classes, one I couldn't get up for and the other was close-to-unbearable. I suppose I'm still shy, especially around girls and I don't know what to say to them. Plus most of them look at me in an odd way, which has been happening to me since kindergarten. Hey I smile at you, you can smile back y'know? It's so strange how girls can be so ungracious to other girls. Aren't we suppose to be on the same team?
I was just telling Babes a few weeks ago that back when I didn't have a car and had to travel by LRT, I had decided to carry out a simple social experiment. I decided that I would smile at everyone who caught my eye. It was more fun than I thought it would be, because most people smiled back. I concluded from this experiment that the people who smile back the most are elderly people (and it was really heartwarming too...awwww). Sadly, the people who smiled back the least were girls who were around my age. They just refused to smile back. Some would stare back blankly, some glared and some just looked away. It was really interesting to me but also pretty disappointing. Why wouldn't they smile back? What is this catty competition that goes on between people of the same sex (in fact, if I had to say, I don't think this happens more frequently with boys, I think it's more applicable for girls). However, I don't have any solid facts to back that up, it is just anecdotal experience.
Oh well, look how the brain goes into overdrive. I need to stop thinking and start writing. Goodnight folks, more to come.
p/s- I had a wonderful, awesome, thrilling experience last night watching football with some of my friends here and my Dear. I somehow will never forget this experience and I'll decide if I want to talk about it or not. It is sacred to me in a way. I may not be completely in love with football (yet) but I fell in love all over again with the person I spend all my days with. I can't explain it in a coherent manner but something about last night was simply magical to me.
Ok, off I go I DO need sleep.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Fragmented thoughts: Part Two
I had planned to give you a detailed analysis about the book I mentioned in the previous post but maybe a preview would be good, just so you can decide if you want to read it.
In the quiet of the twilight, disturbing thoughts come to me. I participated in a discussion about catcalling and found out that some women take these things as a compliment. How, may I ask, is that possible? Are we so insecure and worried about our looks that a random stranger who whistles/calls out something lewd at us can make us feel good about ourselves? What is happening here?
Society makes a big deal out of appearances, especially for young women. Apparently, to lead a full and satisfying life, you have to look good, all the time. If you want people to like you, you have to look good. If you want a great job, you have to look good. Hell,if you're a girl and if you want people to look at your Facebook profile and pictures, you have to look good. Mind you, I didn't explain what 'looking good' is. Looking good, in this day and age means wearing "something" (but it doesn't have to cover much of your body, take note)- usually comprising of material with strings everywhere, and just a belt for your bottom half ('belt' refers to the things that pass for skirts these days, I quote Levy, 2005). To add appeal to your pictures, you usually have to wear an indecent amount of make up on your face (this is usually best accomplished if you own a black pencil eyeliner and proceed to smear it all around your eyes). For the finale, and for people to gawk openly at you; you have to attempt to give a seductive smile or pose in the pictures that you upload; in fact, it's a plus if you're slightly inebriated with alcohol or any other form of drug(s) and/or making a pass at your girlfriend(s). Hey, the real winners are the ones who take off their tops or have their limbs attached to another girl. That's to whom the awards go to, by the way, in case you're interested. If you manage to have some sort of physical contact other than touching (i.e. kissing, groping etc) with another girl, then (*drum roll please) you manage to get into the Hall of Shame. Excuse me, I meant Hall of Fame. For there is no such thing as shame anymore.
What I want to know is- who told us that this is acceptable? The television, the media? Cosmo? If so, I want to say that they're all wrong. Yet, how can I say that when anyone can see that the majority of young women these days are buying into this ideology? Day by day, I feel that any progress made by the fiery feminists of the 1960's slowly fade away. Some girls think they're overcoming the patriarchy by doing it this way. In reality, it's far from that. Apparently, it's liberating to dress and act this way. I need somebody to enlighten me, because wearing that much of make up, as far as I know, is uncomfortable, wearing close-to-nothing can be insane around here because of the weather and the high heels don't help either.
I don't look good all the time, I'll tell you that. But I'm having a fantastic life. But when I see what I'm forced to see everyday, around me- in university, on the streets, on the television and on the Internet, I am saddened. I was reading a blog yesterday and the girl wrote: feminists are so caught up with the minor issues (she was referring to a comment made by a feminist about a television show called the Tudors, if I'm not mistaken) and they fail to see the bigger picture. I heartily disagree. This is no minor issue. It's happening everywhere, whether you believe it or not. If we let it, this will become the only picture. But, day by day, I get a sour taste in my mouth and wish to close my eyes to reality.
Day by day, it gets worse.
p/s- did you know that the Indian Cricket teams playing for the IPL (Indian Premier League) hired cheerleaders from America to cheer for their games? Guess what they wear? Yep, you got it right. (IMO, they're skirts get shorter and shorter everyday and I thought I was just being paranoid but when I looked closely one day, the skirts disappeared only to be replaced by boy-shorts. I don't know which one's worse).
In the quiet of the twilight, disturbing thoughts come to me. I participated in a discussion about catcalling and found out that some women take these things as a compliment. How, may I ask, is that possible? Are we so insecure and worried about our looks that a random stranger who whistles/calls out something lewd at us can make us feel good about ourselves? What is happening here?
Society makes a big deal out of appearances, especially for young women. Apparently, to lead a full and satisfying life, you have to look good, all the time. If you want people to like you, you have to look good. If you want a great job, you have to look good. Hell,if you're a girl and if you want people to look at your Facebook profile and pictures, you have to look good. Mind you, I didn't explain what 'looking good' is. Looking good, in this day and age means wearing "something" (but it doesn't have to cover much of your body, take note)- usually comprising of material with strings everywhere, and just a belt for your bottom half ('belt' refers to the things that pass for skirts these days, I quote Levy, 2005). To add appeal to your pictures, you usually have to wear an indecent amount of make up on your face (this is usually best accomplished if you own a black pencil eyeliner and proceed to smear it all around your eyes). For the finale, and for people to gawk openly at you; you have to attempt to give a seductive smile or pose in the pictures that you upload; in fact, it's a plus if you're slightly inebriated with alcohol or any other form of drug(s) and/or making a pass at your girlfriend(s). Hey, the real winners are the ones who take off their tops or have their limbs attached to another girl. That's to whom the awards go to, by the way, in case you're interested. If you manage to have some sort of physical contact other than touching (i.e. kissing, groping etc) with another girl, then (*drum roll please) you manage to get into the Hall of Shame. Excuse me, I meant Hall of Fame. For there is no such thing as shame anymore.
What I want to know is- who told us that this is acceptable? The television, the media? Cosmo? If so, I want to say that they're all wrong. Yet, how can I say that when anyone can see that the majority of young women these days are buying into this ideology? Day by day, I feel that any progress made by the fiery feminists of the 1960's slowly fade away. Some girls think they're overcoming the patriarchy by doing it this way. In reality, it's far from that. Apparently, it's liberating to dress and act this way. I need somebody to enlighten me, because wearing that much of make up, as far as I know, is uncomfortable, wearing close-to-nothing can be insane around here because of the weather and the high heels don't help either.
I don't look good all the time, I'll tell you that. But I'm having a fantastic life. But when I see what I'm forced to see everyday, around me- in university, on the streets, on the television and on the Internet, I am saddened. I was reading a blog yesterday and the girl wrote: feminists are so caught up with the minor issues (she was referring to a comment made by a feminist about a television show called the Tudors, if I'm not mistaken) and they fail to see the bigger picture. I heartily disagree. This is no minor issue. It's happening everywhere, whether you believe it or not. If we let it, this will become the only picture. But, day by day, I get a sour taste in my mouth and wish to close my eyes to reality.
Day by day, it gets worse.
p/s- did you know that the Indian Cricket teams playing for the IPL (Indian Premier League) hired cheerleaders from America to cheer for their games? Guess what they wear? Yep, you got it right. (IMO, they're skirts get shorter and shorter everyday and I thought I was just being paranoid but when I looked closely one day, the skirts disappeared only to be replaced by boy-shorts. I don't know which one's worse).
Fragmented thoughts
I've recently managed to pass up three challenging assignments and have four more to finish. I'm enjoying the creative process immensely but at the same time I am craving a break. It's a wierd combination.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but I read this book last year, around September or October and it blew my mind. I recently re-read it and I think it's worth mentioning here: Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture by Ariel Levy (2005). Published by Pocket Books in London. Ahm, I suddenly adore referencing because I've been doing loads of that recently. Teehee. I shall discuss this book further when I'm finished with everything.
Time is fleeting and so brief. Somehow, it'll be 11pm before I know it and I'll be looking forward to drinking coffee on my front step in the morning with Babes before class. Sometimes I think that's my favourite time of the day, before everything begins and because that's when the sun comes out, in her strongest moment, overpowering the tiny pale moon that just a few hours ago, was the only source of light. It get's dark here at 6 o' clock in the evening these days and if I'm inclined to believe everything I hear, then it'll be getting dark earlier as the days pass by.
I had a lovely conversation just a few minutes ago. One of my friends is attempting to quit smoking and has been semi-successful (which we shall applaud to, semi or not, it is still a small step to a daunting task). As me and my other half stole a few precious moments alone in the cold midnight, he crept up behind us and stood three feet away as we inhaled and exhaled plumes of smoke. He stood there and it puzzled me. I wasn't aware that he was planning on doing just exactly that; standing there. As I watched him, my puzzlement turned to amusement as I realized that he had come to inhale our leftovers. I asked him how he was doing with quitting. He revealed then, that he only had one cigarette since the Saturday that had passed. I was impressed. After awhile, perhaps feeling the need to explain himself, he said that it was not that he couldn't live without it; it was just that he was craving it from time to time. I mused over this for awhile, then commented:
"Doesn't that just mean that you can't live without it?"
"No, it just means that I want it," he answered.
A sudden thought came then.
"So, it means that it is your infatuation, but, not your true love."
"Exactly."
That is precisely what it was, and what it is. It is an adolescent infatuation with something wild and dangerous. You can liken it to having a crush on a celebrity (we remember those days, don't we?). We are attracted to these sticks the same way a fourteen-year-old boy was attracted to Pamela Anderson. However, after a certain number of years, the phase dies off and we are left with little, or no feelings of it.Can the same be said for our infatuation? Will it eventually die off without any effort on our parts? I think not, even if I would rather lie to myself. With celebrity infatuation, it can be explained away by fluctuation of hormones, especially during puberty, thus, when our systems are more or less stabilized, we rarely get such strong and intense feelings after that. With this infatuation, there is no fluctuation regarding biology. If we let it, and if adolescents continue with their infatuation, it grows into obsession. If I have to be brutally honest, there is no way in hell do I want to be obsessed with nicotine.
What is my point? I want to say that I have cut down significantly, but that is no solution. It is a small step in my viewpoint but I am sadly biased. I suppose my point is, that I never saw it in this way until today, and I just wanted to share my a-ha moment with you. And yes, even if I do promise to put an end to it, would you believe me? At times, I have trouble believing it myself. But I try. No, because as Yoda once said: "Do or do not, there is no try." So I shall do.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but I read this book last year, around September or October and it blew my mind. I recently re-read it and I think it's worth mentioning here: Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture by Ariel Levy (2005). Published by Pocket Books in London. Ahm, I suddenly adore referencing because I've been doing loads of that recently. Teehee. I shall discuss this book further when I'm finished with everything.
Time is fleeting and so brief. Somehow, it'll be 11pm before I know it and I'll be looking forward to drinking coffee on my front step in the morning with Babes before class. Sometimes I think that's my favourite time of the day, before everything begins and because that's when the sun comes out, in her strongest moment, overpowering the tiny pale moon that just a few hours ago, was the only source of light. It get's dark here at 6 o' clock in the evening these days and if I'm inclined to believe everything I hear, then it'll be getting dark earlier as the days pass by.
I had a lovely conversation just a few minutes ago. One of my friends is attempting to quit smoking and has been semi-successful (which we shall applaud to, semi or not, it is still a small step to a daunting task). As me and my other half stole a few precious moments alone in the cold midnight, he crept up behind us and stood three feet away as we inhaled and exhaled plumes of smoke. He stood there and it puzzled me. I wasn't aware that he was planning on doing just exactly that; standing there. As I watched him, my puzzlement turned to amusement as I realized that he had come to inhale our leftovers. I asked him how he was doing with quitting. He revealed then, that he only had one cigarette since the Saturday that had passed. I was impressed. After awhile, perhaps feeling the need to explain himself, he said that it was not that he couldn't live without it; it was just that he was craving it from time to time. I mused over this for awhile, then commented:
"Doesn't that just mean that you can't live without it?"
"No, it just means that I want it," he answered.
A sudden thought came then.
"So, it means that it is your infatuation, but, not your true love."
"Exactly."
That is precisely what it was, and what it is. It is an adolescent infatuation with something wild and dangerous. You can liken it to having a crush on a celebrity (we remember those days, don't we?). We are attracted to these sticks the same way a fourteen-year-old boy was attracted to Pamela Anderson. However, after a certain number of years, the phase dies off and we are left with little, or no feelings of it.Can the same be said for our infatuation? Will it eventually die off without any effort on our parts? I think not, even if I would rather lie to myself. With celebrity infatuation, it can be explained away by fluctuation of hormones, especially during puberty, thus, when our systems are more or less stabilized, we rarely get such strong and intense feelings after that. With this infatuation, there is no fluctuation regarding biology. If we let it, and if adolescents continue with their infatuation, it grows into obsession. If I have to be brutally honest, there is no way in hell do I want to be obsessed with nicotine.
What is my point? I want to say that I have cut down significantly, but that is no solution. It is a small step in my viewpoint but I am sadly biased. I suppose my point is, that I never saw it in this way until today, and I just wanted to share my a-ha moment with you. And yes, even if I do promise to put an end to it, would you believe me? At times, I have trouble believing it myself. But I try. No, because as Yoda once said: "Do or do not, there is no try." So I shall do.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Still Waters
Time: 5a.m.
Venue: , 24/7 Learning Common,Murdoch University Library, Perth
Song playing in my head: Come Back To What You Know by Embrace
I recall a time like this, almost exactly two years ago when I was awake at this ungodly hour for the same purpose. I had just watched a football match and decided to write about my experience on this very blog. It's amazing how many things have changed since then, and how some things will never ever change, despite the ever-moving hands on the clock. I am still Milan L. Sadhwani. I have not aged one bit so don't believe everything a birthday cake tells you (especially the lucky candle- they put that in to make you feel older, not luckier). I still sing in the shower, in my room and in my car. I still adore food and going out to eat in a nice restaurant. I still enjoy the small things around me. I still am a little girl and get scared easily even though I put up a "macho" front. I still have the same friends (I sure hope so) and I remain grateful for their being in my life. I still can only appreciate home; home to me is family, three square meals and a cosy room to retreat to.
Home is what I crave now. This place is not and never will be home. Perhaps I had assumptions about getting used to this country. Perhaps I thought, in a few months, I would be alright. The thing is, I am alright, I just want my home. You could say that I have a family here, and I certainly attempt to have three square meals in a regular day. But I don't have that coveted room. I don't have the safety net I once did. I don't want to have to look right and left everytime I leave my house. I don't want to brood over what might or might not happen. I just want a home.
I did not mean to bum out anybody, do take note. I might not have a home but I have somebody I can call home and that makes up for the paranoia and wariness that haunts my days in Australia.
Damn, don't I sound melodramatic. I guess all I really need is not look at everything as responsibilities, but as a challenge (as corny as that sounds, but hey I can be pretty corny when I want to). And also it would be nice to wake up one day and discover that my fairy godmother has cooked, cleaned and done my laundry. Oh yea, and my assignments too, if it's not too much trouble. But this is also life, no? What the hell am I whining about, did you hear yesterday's top news? This man from Vienna trapped his daughter in a small room for 24 years and had 7 of her children. Boy, aren't we lucky that we ain't European?
Ok, sending out happy thoughts to all. I promise, I do have some left, despite the above post.
Venue: , 24/7 Learning Common,Murdoch University Library, Perth
Song playing in my head: Come Back To What You Know by Embrace
I recall a time like this, almost exactly two years ago when I was awake at this ungodly hour for the same purpose. I had just watched a football match and decided to write about my experience on this very blog. It's amazing how many things have changed since then, and how some things will never ever change, despite the ever-moving hands on the clock. I am still Milan L. Sadhwani. I have not aged one bit so don't believe everything a birthday cake tells you (especially the lucky candle- they put that in to make you feel older, not luckier). I still sing in the shower, in my room and in my car. I still adore food and going out to eat in a nice restaurant. I still enjoy the small things around me. I still am a little girl and get scared easily even though I put up a "macho" front. I still have the same friends (I sure hope so) and I remain grateful for their being in my life. I still can only appreciate home; home to me is family, three square meals and a cosy room to retreat to.
Home is what I crave now. This place is not and never will be home. Perhaps I had assumptions about getting used to this country. Perhaps I thought, in a few months, I would be alright. The thing is, I am alright, I just want my home. You could say that I have a family here, and I certainly attempt to have three square meals in a regular day. But I don't have that coveted room. I don't have the safety net I once did. I don't want to have to look right and left everytime I leave my house. I don't want to brood over what might or might not happen. I just want a home.
I did not mean to bum out anybody, do take note. I might not have a home but I have somebody I can call home and that makes up for the paranoia and wariness that haunts my days in Australia.
Damn, don't I sound melodramatic. I guess all I really need is not look at everything as responsibilities, but as a challenge (as corny as that sounds, but hey I can be pretty corny when I want to). And also it would be nice to wake up one day and discover that my fairy godmother has cooked, cleaned and done my laundry. Oh yea, and my assignments too, if it's not too much trouble. But this is also life, no? What the hell am I whining about, did you hear yesterday's top news? This man from Vienna trapped his daughter in a small room for 24 years and had 7 of her children. Boy, aren't we lucky that we ain't European?
Ok, sending out happy thoughts to all. I promise, I do have some left, despite the above post.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Ahoy!
Yo, why with the greeting, I don't know but I now am suddenly craving cookies (Chips Ahoy!).
Been almost a month, ei? My my, I do miss writing (for non-academic purposes).
So, here a few things that's been on my mind.
1. You. 'Cos, I miss everybody back home.
2. Being a student away from home is a challenging and interesting experience all at once. I've learnt so much in these two months, possibly more than what I learnt in a whole year being at home and with my parents. So much thought has to go into everything, and I mean; literally everything: cooking, cleaning and even grocery-shopping. Back home, I barely used to think as I put item after item in a shopping cart. Admittedly, I didn't think about what I was purchasing because I usually wasn't the one paying for it. Here, however, EVERY cent counts. I've learnt to be extremely frugal and thrifty, two things I thought I could never be (not when it comes to food or books that is). I enjoy good food, most of which is totally out of my budget, but the time will come for the occasional splurge. Being frugal has also taught me the value of delayed gratification; it can be rewarding to hold back. My dad and I have the same theory on spending for food: it is well worth it, unlike blowing the cash on clothes or other things (but this does not mean my dad understands my theory of splurging on books; you should see his reaction when he used to get bills from Borders or MPH, yikes!). Spending money on food is worth it simply because the experience is fantastic; even though you can't technically keep what you bought (because it's already in your digestive system), you can savour the delicious memories that come from eating amazing Korean barbecue or splendid Thai cuisine, not to mention sweet memories of being with people you love and sharing great food and drinks with them. I have so many of these memories with my parents and Babes and I cherish them with all my heart and be grateful to Dad for trusting me with his credit card (I wonder now if he regrets doing this, aha!).
3.Living without my parents also means something else; no curfew. All this while I imagined myself jumping for joy at this simple fact, but it's an altogether different story after awhile. At the beginning, I must admit I was giddy with happiness, but then I realized, I had to be responsible enough. No one is here telling me what to do, true, but I had to make wise decisions for myself. For example: staying up late. If I did this, I wouldn't be able to wake up for class the next day, and let's face it, missing classes here is a big deal considering how much Dad is paying for tuition fees. And let's not forget, I am horrible at being on time or waking up on time. Basically, freedom is great but it comes with consequences. (If my Mom ever read this, I'm sure she'd wonder if I was being possessed by strange aliens from another plaet). Plus, with so many chores to do at home, there's no time to waste (ok, now I do sound like I've been possessed by wierd aliens).
4.I am now even more into football than I ever was, thanks to Mr. Fanatic, but it's a nice thing, don't worry :D Speaking of which, the big game is coming up on Sunday- Manchester United vs. Arsenal and I'm super-psyched. Wee!
5.I am doing well and am happy here, but I do feel lost without my books (trivial as this is). I miss my favourite books and at times feel like a part of me is incomplete because I don't have them here. I suppose that's a strong way to put it, but yes, I do feel that way. I anticipated this happening, but I didn't expect to such a degree or extent. I surprised myself as well, when I realized this. However, I am learning also, that I can't have everything, so it's okay. Plus, the bookstores here are pretty fantastic and they store my favourite books, so in moments of longing I can always go and sit in there to re-read my favourite chapters. Also, even better news is that alot of people are making trips to Perth so I will soon be reunited with my own copies. Ahhhh, sweet relief. (The libraries in Perth are not bad either!)
6. To end on a happy note, I am learning to cook on my own with fantastic help from everybody and especially Babes who is wonderful in the kitchen and extremely supportive in being my guinea pig. Speaking of everybody else, I am really lucky; I already have a new set of friends which I didn't have to hunt around for; most of them live with me. Thank you everybody.
Keep in touch people =)
Signing off,
Dwarfy Terrorist (it's a long story but the name has stuck)
Been almost a month, ei? My my, I do miss writing (for non-academic purposes).
So, here a few things that's been on my mind.
1. You. 'Cos, I miss everybody back home.
2. Being a student away from home is a challenging and interesting experience all at once. I've learnt so much in these two months, possibly more than what I learnt in a whole year being at home and with my parents. So much thought has to go into everything, and I mean; literally everything: cooking, cleaning and even grocery-shopping. Back home, I barely used to think as I put item after item in a shopping cart. Admittedly, I didn't think about what I was purchasing because I usually wasn't the one paying for it. Here, however, EVERY cent counts. I've learnt to be extremely frugal and thrifty, two things I thought I could never be (not when it comes to food or books that is). I enjoy good food, most of which is totally out of my budget, but the time will come for the occasional splurge. Being frugal has also taught me the value of delayed gratification; it can be rewarding to hold back. My dad and I have the same theory on spending for food: it is well worth it, unlike blowing the cash on clothes or other things (but this does not mean my dad understands my theory of splurging on books; you should see his reaction when he used to get bills from Borders or MPH, yikes!). Spending money on food is worth it simply because the experience is fantastic; even though you can't technically keep what you bought (because it's already in your digestive system), you can savour the delicious memories that come from eating amazing Korean barbecue or splendid Thai cuisine, not to mention sweet memories of being with people you love and sharing great food and drinks with them. I have so many of these memories with my parents and Babes and I cherish them with all my heart and be grateful to Dad for trusting me with his credit card (I wonder now if he regrets doing this, aha!).
3.Living without my parents also means something else; no curfew. All this while I imagined myself jumping for joy at this simple fact, but it's an altogether different story after awhile. At the beginning, I must admit I was giddy with happiness, but then I realized, I had to be responsible enough. No one is here telling me what to do, true, but I had to make wise decisions for myself. For example: staying up late. If I did this, I wouldn't be able to wake up for class the next day, and let's face it, missing classes here is a big deal considering how much Dad is paying for tuition fees. And let's not forget, I am horrible at being on time or waking up on time. Basically, freedom is great but it comes with consequences. (If my Mom ever read this, I'm sure she'd wonder if I was being possessed by strange aliens from another plaet). Plus, with so many chores to do at home, there's no time to waste (ok, now I do sound like I've been possessed by wierd aliens).
4.I am now even more into football than I ever was, thanks to Mr. Fanatic, but it's a nice thing, don't worry :D Speaking of which, the big game is coming up on Sunday- Manchester United vs. Arsenal and I'm super-psyched. Wee!
5.I am doing well and am happy here, but I do feel lost without my books (trivial as this is). I miss my favourite books and at times feel like a part of me is incomplete because I don't have them here. I suppose that's a strong way to put it, but yes, I do feel that way. I anticipated this happening, but I didn't expect to such a degree or extent. I surprised myself as well, when I realized this. However, I am learning also, that I can't have everything, so it's okay. Plus, the bookstores here are pretty fantastic and they store my favourite books, so in moments of longing I can always go and sit in there to re-read my favourite chapters. Also, even better news is that alot of people are making trips to Perth so I will soon be reunited with my own copies. Ahhhh, sweet relief. (The libraries in Perth are not bad either!)
6. To end on a happy note, I am learning to cook on my own with fantastic help from everybody and especially Babes who is wonderful in the kitchen and extremely supportive in being my guinea pig. Speaking of everybody else, I am really lucky; I already have a new set of friends which I didn't have to hunt around for; most of them live with me. Thank you everybody.
Keep in touch people =)
Signing off,
Dwarfy Terrorist (it's a long story but the name has stuck)
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The Waking Dream
Um,hi!
So, guess what? I'm sitting in the Murdoch University library, it's 2.08am, Perth time, 1.08am, KL time. I'm wearing my SWAT t-shirt and jeans and typing on my Acer laptop.I'm sitting next to Babes and after being here for two weeks, I still feel like pinching myself to validate that, yes indeed I am finally here, in Perth, Western Australia. After dreaming about it, talking about it, planning about it, thinking about it and ruminating about it for more than a year, I am here. We are here, together. It's been a crazy ride, not just metaphorically but literally too. I had initially applied for the July intake but IDP informed me that Murdoch decided to give me the green light for February, 5 days before my first class would commence. Mad rush. Mad packing. Mad unpacking. Mad packing again. Mad goodbye to books, bookshelf, car, room. Surreal feeling to leave mom, dad and brother at the airport, too agitated to cry just yet (but of course I decided to do that on the plane with absolutely NO tissues available therefore having to resort to sniffling into the sleeves of my t-shirt; how very sophisticated). Even more surreal to actually arrive. It will take time to sink in, but that's something I don't really have these days.
Classes are fantastic, days are slipping by with just reading all the assigned text but this is what I've been waiting for and I have no reason to complain or rant anymore about my academic life. So far, so good, touchwood *knocks on table*.
What more can I say? My other half here has been fantastic in comforting me when I get bouts of homesickness. I miss mom and it's hard without her but I suppose this is training for married life (oh boy, that's another story, we'll cross that bridge when it comes to that).
I have many stories about life in Perth but Mr. Dickens beckons me to his writings and I must go. Bless you all.
So, guess what? I'm sitting in the Murdoch University library, it's 2.08am, Perth time, 1.08am, KL time. I'm wearing my SWAT t-shirt and jeans and typing on my Acer laptop.I'm sitting next to Babes and after being here for two weeks, I still feel like pinching myself to validate that, yes indeed I am finally here, in Perth, Western Australia. After dreaming about it, talking about it, planning about it, thinking about it and ruminating about it for more than a year, I am here. We are here, together. It's been a crazy ride, not just metaphorically but literally too. I had initially applied for the July intake but IDP informed me that Murdoch decided to give me the green light for February, 5 days before my first class would commence. Mad rush. Mad packing. Mad unpacking. Mad packing again. Mad goodbye to books, bookshelf, car, room. Surreal feeling to leave mom, dad and brother at the airport, too agitated to cry just yet (but of course I decided to do that on the plane with absolutely NO tissues available therefore having to resort to sniffling into the sleeves of my t-shirt; how very sophisticated). Even more surreal to actually arrive. It will take time to sink in, but that's something I don't really have these days.
Classes are fantastic, days are slipping by with just reading all the assigned text but this is what I've been waiting for and I have no reason to complain or rant anymore about my academic life. So far, so good, touchwood *knocks on table*.
What more can I say? My other half here has been fantastic in comforting me when I get bouts of homesickness. I miss mom and it's hard without her but I suppose this is training for married life (oh boy, that's another story, we'll cross that bridge when it comes to that).
I have many stories about life in Perth but Mr. Dickens beckons me to his writings and I must go. Bless you all.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I'm Not A Girl, Not Yet A Psychologist
...and I will never have to be one!
Today, Curtin University of Technology turned down my appeal for extra exemptions to the measly one year they gave me. Today, I decided to turn this disappointing piece of news into something extremely fantastic.
I am liberated from the field of psychology. I don't ever have to look at another lab report and pretend I want to read it. I don't ever have to conduct searches on Ebsco.com about The Effects of Motivation on the Mentally Ill. I don't ever have to look at pages and pages of SPSS and feel like an ant in an elephant's house.
Instead, I get to jump into this wonderful, exciting, scary new world of english and creative arts. Except that it doesn't even feel new, it feels like I'm coming home to things familiar and comforting to me. I get to read and read and read some more. I get to feel like I can actually do something right. Boy do I hope I can do this right.
I know this all sounds so incredibly cheesy but I am happy.
The price I have to pay is six months more of the dreaded Distance but we are good on both sides and this makes me even happier. I promise silently to be good and to not make the same mistakes. I do this with a light heart, because I am armed with the knowledge that we get to spend 3 years together and get to know each other even better.
I'll be back soon, I can't write very well with this hyper, crazed, Friends-obsessed person in my room. (gee, who am I to talk)
Today, Curtin University of Technology turned down my appeal for extra exemptions to the measly one year they gave me. Today, I decided to turn this disappointing piece of news into something extremely fantastic.
I am liberated from the field of psychology. I don't ever have to look at another lab report and pretend I want to read it. I don't ever have to conduct searches on Ebsco.com about The Effects of Motivation on the Mentally Ill. I don't ever have to look at pages and pages of SPSS and feel like an ant in an elephant's house.
Instead, I get to jump into this wonderful, exciting, scary new world of english and creative arts. Except that it doesn't even feel new, it feels like I'm coming home to things familiar and comforting to me. I get to read and read and read some more. I get to feel like I can actually do something right. Boy do I hope I can do this right.
I know this all sounds so incredibly cheesy but I am happy.
The price I have to pay is six months more of the dreaded Distance but we are good on both sides and this makes me even happier. I promise silently to be good and to not make the same mistakes. I do this with a light heart, because I am armed with the knowledge that we get to spend 3 years together and get to know each other even better.
I'll be back soon, I can't write very well with this hyper, crazed, Friends-obsessed person in my room. (gee, who am I to talk)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Questions to the Ruminators
If you could go back in time, to one particular period in your life, which one would you pick?
If you could change anything you wanted in the past, what would you change?
Why?
Because I believe that everything happens for a reason.
Do you?
I doubt these are the effects of taking philosophy class but I woke up thinking of this and wanted to hear what you think, so feel free to answer. :D That is my favourite new smiley, by the way.
Exams are over, and I'm bracing myself for the inevitable clean up my mom is going to put me through. My allies are busy today, so none of them can save me; one is PMS-ing(which is no excuse to me,hrmph) and the other is entertaining a guest in her house(fine, she gets away). Basically, I am left alone in the hands and subtle criticism of my mommy(whom I love, make no mistake, but we will start a Cold War in about 3hours from now). What makes everything worthwhile is the fact that I am leaving to Penang in 3 days from now and I am holding onto my chair to keep from jumping around because I am very excited.
Music lessons beckon me, I must go now.
If you could change anything you wanted in the past, what would you change?
Why?
Because I believe that everything happens for a reason.
Do you?
I doubt these are the effects of taking philosophy class but I woke up thinking of this and wanted to hear what you think, so feel free to answer. :D That is my favourite new smiley, by the way.
Exams are over, and I'm bracing myself for the inevitable clean up my mom is going to put me through. My allies are busy today, so none of them can save me; one is PMS-ing(which is no excuse to me,hrmph) and the other is entertaining a guest in her house(fine, she gets away). Basically, I am left alone in the hands and subtle criticism of my mommy(whom I love, make no mistake, but we will start a Cold War in about 3hours from now). What makes everything worthwhile is the fact that I am leaving to Penang in 3 days from now and I am holding onto my chair to keep from jumping around because I am very excited.
Music lessons beckon me, I must go now.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
December
Songs I croon to these days:
1. I'll Be There- Sade
2. Vibrate- Rufus Wainwright
3. PDA (We Just Don't Care)- John Legend
4. Perfect Exceeder- Mason vs. Princess Superstar
5. Inner Glow- Blue October
6. Black Orchid- Blue October
7. It's A Heartache- Bonnie Tyler
8. The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore- James Morrison
9. Always- Jon Bon Jovi
10. all the love songs because singing feels great
Hallo. I've been awfully busy ignoring this space. So this is what my December looks like (hey,that was a song by Linkin Park, wow, nostalgia).
7th December- a visit to KLIA to greet my other half (holy cow I'm waiting for that)
12th December- exams are officially over and hopefully so is my stay at Help University College
16th-19th December- a Penang trip with the CFP centre of Help for Play Therapy and rendezvous with my darling. Nyaha
On behalf of a good friend: pls go see this play- The Illusion which will be playing from the 13th-22nd of December at 8.30pm. For more details, pls call 0172276428. Tickets are priced at rm20. Do it now or I'll sucker-punch you (wow, I should try the advertising field).
Exams are making me feel less human so I think I sound quite like a robot these days. How is it possible to fit so many words in such small spaces? Like my head.
See you when i'm more homosapien-ish.
If that happens.
1. I'll Be There- Sade
2. Vibrate- Rufus Wainwright
3. PDA (We Just Don't Care)- John Legend
4. Perfect Exceeder- Mason vs. Princess Superstar
5. Inner Glow- Blue October
6. Black Orchid- Blue October
7. It's A Heartache- Bonnie Tyler
8. The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore- James Morrison
9. Always- Jon Bon Jovi
10. all the love songs because singing feels great
Hallo. I've been awfully busy ignoring this space. So this is what my December looks like (hey,that was a song by Linkin Park, wow, nostalgia).
7th December- a visit to KLIA to greet my other half (holy cow I'm waiting for that)
12th December- exams are officially over and hopefully so is my stay at Help University College
16th-19th December- a Penang trip with the CFP centre of Help for Play Therapy and rendezvous with my darling. Nyaha
On behalf of a good friend: pls go see this play- The Illusion which will be playing from the 13th-22nd of December at 8.30pm. For more details, pls call 0172276428. Tickets are priced at rm20. Do it now or I'll sucker-punch you (wow, I should try the advertising field).
Exams are making me feel less human so I think I sound quite like a robot these days. How is it possible to fit so many words in such small spaces? Like my head.
See you when i'm more homosapien-ish.
If that happens.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Chew On This
Buongiorno. Technically it's not daytime anymore so, Buon Serra to all. I don't know where Italian came from at 2 in the morning,but this is what philosophy assignments do to you.
I think it was insanely sweet for the clove smoker to ask me to update myself here, so this is for you, ok? (By the way Sebastian, if only more girls knew what you were made of, they'd be lining across the blocks to be with you. I hate that they don't).
Recently, I've been forced to take a proper look at the people around me, those who know me, talk to me, laugh with me and so on. I could only count a few who would cry for me though. But I was not disappointed at all, because they are the ones who matter the most. I am exceptionally lucky to have these people around me and I cannot explain how grateful I am to them.
As for the people who come in your lifes, then walk away when they don't need anything from you, well I find you despicable. I know that you understand what I'm saying. I think the best of us have experienced these individuals. Sadly, they're everywhere, more common than you think. They're not bad people though, that's what I've come to learn. They're just a tad too self-absorbed, as we all tend to get sometimes.
What pisses me off is when it happens to people who don't deserve it (you know who you are). These people I speak about are wonderful human beings. They're caring, kind, smart, helpful, thoughtful, protective and funny. That is just to name a few of their defining characteristics. Yet we have mindless people walking away from them, acting as if they don't exist and generally, snubbing them for no apparent reason. It makes my blood boil and my hands curl into a fist. The people I know, cherish and love deserve this the least, yet this is what were thrown in their faces. I just want to say that I hope they don't bother feeling hurt or let down. I hope that they take it as a lesson, that some people will walk away, not knowing what they're doing to us inside. When they come to you next, you don't have to turn them down out of spite, because you're better than that, but you shouldn't have to devote any extra time or energy for them, because they sure as hell don't deserve it.
I want you to know that it's their own fat frackin' loss. Oh, they have lost wonderful company, I know that for sure.
So to the losers and idiots who walk away from people like my beautiful friends, it's too bad dude. I got 'em and I ain't lettin' go. Pfft. I'd like to bitch-slap you to Somalia so they can perform genital mutilation on you but I'm still trying to hold on to my beliefs of ahimsa (non-violence). It's getting hard though.
Signing off now before I burn holes on my screen with my macho face.
I'll come back with less aggression. 13 days until the assignments die (finish). I'll kill (finish) 'em all, pwomise.
I think it was insanely sweet for the clove smoker to ask me to update myself here, so this is for you, ok? (By the way Sebastian, if only more girls knew what you were made of, they'd be lining across the blocks to be with you. I hate that they don't).
Recently, I've been forced to take a proper look at the people around me, those who know me, talk to me, laugh with me and so on. I could only count a few who would cry for me though. But I was not disappointed at all, because they are the ones who matter the most. I am exceptionally lucky to have these people around me and I cannot explain how grateful I am to them.
As for the people who come in your lifes, then walk away when they don't need anything from you, well I find you despicable. I know that you understand what I'm saying. I think the best of us have experienced these individuals. Sadly, they're everywhere, more common than you think. They're not bad people though, that's what I've come to learn. They're just a tad too self-absorbed, as we all tend to get sometimes.
What pisses me off is when it happens to people who don't deserve it (you know who you are). These people I speak about are wonderful human beings. They're caring, kind, smart, helpful, thoughtful, protective and funny. That is just to name a few of their defining characteristics. Yet we have mindless people walking away from them, acting as if they don't exist and generally, snubbing them for no apparent reason. It makes my blood boil and my hands curl into a fist. The people I know, cherish and love deserve this the least, yet this is what were thrown in their faces. I just want to say that I hope they don't bother feeling hurt or let down. I hope that they take it as a lesson, that some people will walk away, not knowing what they're doing to us inside. When they come to you next, you don't have to turn them down out of spite, because you're better than that, but you shouldn't have to devote any extra time or energy for them, because they sure as hell don't deserve it.
I want you to know that it's their own fat frackin' loss. Oh, they have lost wonderful company, I know that for sure.
So to the losers and idiots who walk away from people like my beautiful friends, it's too bad dude. I got 'em and I ain't lettin' go. Pfft. I'd like to bitch-slap you to Somalia so they can perform genital mutilation on you but I'm still trying to hold on to my beliefs of ahimsa (non-violence). It's getting hard though.
Signing off now before I burn holes on my screen with my macho face.
I'll come back with less aggression. 13 days until the assignments die (finish). I'll kill (finish) 'em all, pwomise.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Conquests
So...
Today, Sally and I conquered Simple Present Tense(s). One hour of today was spent on yelling "We like! She likes! He likes! You like!" After many attempts, she was finally able to grasp this underrated concept and proceeded to declare "I know, I know, I know!" (Something she does quite often, bright button that she is.) It was great, to say the least. The list of people I'm going to miss is getting longer as the days go by. Due to my extremely frequent trips to the gas station down the road, I'll be obliged to miss the Caltex dudes too, or rather, they'll miss the huge influx of I-Talk sales I made possible. Phone cards are essential when you have loved ones in other (stupid) countries.
There's a big prayer function going on in my house on Sunday and it's truly madhouse central over here. Mom and Grans are in a frenzy and I am caught in the crossfires but what else is new, ei? All said in good humour, I'm used to the steady stream of visitors that seem to think my house is a hotel-cum-clubhouse.
The work is piling as the peak of the semester draws near; the apex in the life of any Psychology student studying in Help (I'm saying this with a straight face, I swear)*DRUMROLL*... The Annual Psychology Colloquium. Yes folks, it's that time of the year again and you're about to see something highly amusing, sad and degrading all at the same time; hundreds and hundreds of students scurrying around, shedding their own blood, sweat and tears, not to mention possibly risking their own lifes (and perhaps those around them) to win the title of best oral presentation.
Nothing wrong with being the best, obviously, it's just not worth all that trouble when most of the presentations are worth zero in the final grading scheme of any given Psychology subject (not to mention it's worth nothing in the long run of The Big Picture). Most of us can barely see even the corner of the picture, ei?
Moving on from less provoking thoughts, I can't wait for December (stating the bloody obvious, aren't I).
Also, they opened a new discount bookstore in Amcorp that I just discovered and prodded thoroughly on the previous Saturday. If you can believe that, they've been open since the end of last year but were formerly located in a smaller space (but I honestly don't know how I missed it because, for one- it's bright orange and for two-well, it's a bookstore). My conclusion however is; they're selling bestsellers at half the price MPH charges, so to hell with that ripping-off outlet (I still love you, MPH).
I recently got back She's Come Undone (a Wally Lamb classic by the way, and if you didn't know that, SHAME ON YOU) from Nim and oh, the relief.
Oh and Syar, I still don't like your top ten list idea okay. It's insane, I don't even know how you had the audicity to suggest it!! Madness, I tell you!
(She suggested I only pack 10 of my favourite books with me to Perth). I know, crazy right?
Alright, fine I'm the nut here. It's still a dilemma (the book problem, not my nutsiness), so somebody help.
I'm off to try and get some work done. I said try, you don't have to laugh.
Loves to all =D
Today, Sally and I conquered Simple Present Tense(s). One hour of today was spent on yelling "We like! She likes! He likes! You like!" After many attempts, she was finally able to grasp this underrated concept and proceeded to declare "I know, I know, I know!" (Something she does quite often, bright button that she is.) It was great, to say the least. The list of people I'm going to miss is getting longer as the days go by. Due to my extremely frequent trips to the gas station down the road, I'll be obliged to miss the Caltex dudes too, or rather, they'll miss the huge influx of I-Talk sales I made possible. Phone cards are essential when you have loved ones in other (stupid) countries.
There's a big prayer function going on in my house on Sunday and it's truly madhouse central over here. Mom and Grans are in a frenzy and I am caught in the crossfires but what else is new, ei? All said in good humour, I'm used to the steady stream of visitors that seem to think my house is a hotel-cum-clubhouse.
The work is piling as the peak of the semester draws near; the apex in the life of any Psychology student studying in Help (I'm saying this with a straight face, I swear)*DRUMROLL*... The Annual Psychology Colloquium. Yes folks, it's that time of the year again and you're about to see something highly amusing, sad and degrading all at the same time; hundreds and hundreds of students scurrying around, shedding their own blood, sweat and tears, not to mention possibly risking their own lifes (and perhaps those around them) to win the title of best oral presentation.
Nothing wrong with being the best, obviously, it's just not worth all that trouble when most of the presentations are worth zero in the final grading scheme of any given Psychology subject (not to mention it's worth nothing in the long run of The Big Picture). Most of us can barely see even the corner of the picture, ei?
Moving on from less provoking thoughts, I can't wait for December (stating the bloody obvious, aren't I).
Also, they opened a new discount bookstore in Amcorp that I just discovered and prodded thoroughly on the previous Saturday. If you can believe that, they've been open since the end of last year but were formerly located in a smaller space (but I honestly don't know how I missed it because, for one- it's bright orange and for two-well, it's a bookstore). My conclusion however is; they're selling bestsellers at half the price MPH charges, so to hell with that ripping-off outlet (I still love you, MPH).
I recently got back She's Come Undone (a Wally Lamb classic by the way, and if you didn't know that, SHAME ON YOU) from Nim and oh, the relief.
Oh and Syar, I still don't like your top ten list idea okay. It's insane, I don't even know how you had the audicity to suggest it!! Madness, I tell you!
(She suggested I only pack 10 of my favourite books with me to Perth). I know, crazy right?
Alright, fine I'm the nut here. It's still a dilemma (the book problem, not my nutsiness), so somebody help.
I'm off to try and get some work done. I said try, you don't have to laugh.
Loves to all =D
Monday, October 01, 2007
Couldn't Keep It To Myself
After two years of having purchased the book, I finally finished it and I am kicking myself for not having read it sooner. Wally Lamb(ed)and the Women of York Correctional Institution: Couldn't Keep It To Myself. To state that it is an eye-opener is a gross understatement. I have never cried so hard while reading a book and after, seriously,and trust me I am the kind who cries with most books and movies, even before the person gets killed off the storyline. Oh I cried, and I wept, but I challenge you to read the book and remain dry-eyed. Even the most stoic of you will be bawling, I am willing to bet this and why, you ask? Simply because the women's stories are so raw, so real and at the same time so ghastly that you almost want to stop reading. Nevermind if you cry or not, just read it, seriously. Ever single complaint you ever made will seem completely redundant when you read this. It is altogether a humbing experience and I was compelled to stand up straight and salute these women; these are the real fighters.
Us women have come a long way, but this book clearly shows that we have so much more left. So let's not ever stop, just like these women. We are lucky that we don't have to be scared in our own homes, that we have somewhat normal lives and that we have the freedom to do as we wish. These women learnt their lessons but some of them are still incarcerated. So while they're still in there, let's speak for them, and the million others who have to be quiet about their slowly unraveling insanity.
Hurry up and read it, seriously.
Us women have come a long way, but this book clearly shows that we have so much more left. So let's not ever stop, just like these women. We are lucky that we don't have to be scared in our own homes, that we have somewhat normal lives and that we have the freedom to do as we wish. These women learnt their lessons but some of them are still incarcerated. So while they're still in there, let's speak for them, and the million others who have to be quiet about their slowly unraveling insanity.
Hurry up and read it, seriously.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sing, sing, sing
Me song list:
1. Come Back To What You Know -Embrace
2. Special Needs -Placebo
3. The Way -Fastball
4. Amber -311 (an old favourite)
5. I Will Come To You -Hanson (nostalgia!)
6. Forget To Remember -Mudvayne
7. Love Will Come Through -Travis
8. Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Bikini -unknown (yes, don't ask)
9. Our Farewell -Within Temptations
10.Climbing Up the Walls -Radiohead (more nostalgia)
Funny Conversations:
(Nim's house, a laid-back evening of playing Speed...)
Nim: *hums an Edwin McCain song that's playing on the radio*
Me: Oo, but I like the other one better, u know, I Could Not Ask For More?
Nim: *looks very confused* Which one? Sing a bit?
Me: Lying here with you, listening to the rain, *gestures wildly with a card hoping
to jog Nim's foggy memory* lalalala, something something something.
Nim *stares some more*
Me: These are the moments, I thank God that I'm alive. These are the moments...
Nim: *pauses* Eh girl, you can sing-la.
Me: *stares at Nim* I sing to you every time we're in the car and now you throw this
compliment at me??
Nim: Yes, but you can sing.
Me: *at loss for words*
By the way, we have a new addiction these days; it's called Take Two and damn, it's fun! True, it's a word game, but we love words, don't we? Don't worry, Speed is still around, it's just that T.T. takes precedence now.
Also, I have a confirmed seat on the 6th of February and am on the waiting list for both the 5th and the 7th. With the way time is flying, I don't think it'll feel like 5months gone by when I finally have to say goodbye. Hey, that rhymes.
I shall come back here when I continue reading my books because those have taken a backseat to the damn assignments. Damn you, you and you.
Take care all.
1. Come Back To What You Know -Embrace
2. Special Needs -Placebo
3. The Way -Fastball
4. Amber -311 (an old favourite)
5. I Will Come To You -Hanson (nostalgia!)
6. Forget To Remember -Mudvayne
7. Love Will Come Through -Travis
8. Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Bikini -unknown (yes, don't ask)
9. Our Farewell -Within Temptations
10.Climbing Up the Walls -Radiohead (more nostalgia)
Funny Conversations:
(Nim's house, a laid-back evening of playing Speed...)
Nim: *hums an Edwin McCain song that's playing on the radio*
Me: Oo, but I like the other one better, u know, I Could Not Ask For More?
Nim: *looks very confused* Which one? Sing a bit?
Me: Lying here with you, listening to the rain, *gestures wildly with a card hoping
to jog Nim's foggy memory* lalalala, something something something.
Nim *stares some more*
Me: These are the moments, I thank God that I'm alive. These are the moments...
Nim: *pauses* Eh girl, you can sing-la.
Me: *stares at Nim* I sing to you every time we're in the car and now you throw this
compliment at me??
Nim: Yes, but you can sing.
Me: *at loss for words*
By the way, we have a new addiction these days; it's called Take Two and damn, it's fun! True, it's a word game, but we love words, don't we? Don't worry, Speed is still around, it's just that T.T. takes precedence now.
Also, I have a confirmed seat on the 6th of February and am on the waiting list for both the 5th and the 7th. With the way time is flying, I don't think it'll feel like 5months gone by when I finally have to say goodbye. Hey, that rhymes.
I shall come back here when I continue reading my books because those have taken a backseat to the damn assignments. Damn you, you and you.
Take care all.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
This Includes a Rant
Hewwo.
Here are a few random things, because there is no possible way I can be organized; at least, not with my thoughts.
1. Books!!! (I've been on)
a. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (yep, still but only because textbooks get
in the way).
b. I Couldn't Keep it To myself by Wally Lamb (& the women of York Correctional
Institution) - I need my dose of humanity
c. Matrix Warrior by Jake Horsley (which I've been annoying Sebastian with)
2. Referring to point a. yes I have been actually studying, now please do close your
mouths, it is terribly rude for you to gape at me like that. Here's the punchline though, it can actually be enjoyable at times, especially if it's philosophy or substance abuse. But I get pretty upset in Substance Abuse class, I don't know why but I am very, very sensitive when it comes to the topic of drugs (yes, I am aware that I am an abuser myself, but well it's licit, ok??). I become majorly upset when I hear about the effects on people and the withdrawal symptoms. This is mainly the reason I was so shaky at the damn rave thing, I could see the fools on their high. Yep, I'm a fool too, I know I know (but well James Dean did it ok??).
3. Watched The Holiday and liked it but my DVD started bitchin' around chapter 24 so I got angry and turned on Astro instead. Caught the first half of Mercury Rising and left it halfway through because I realized I had enough anxiety-inducing moments for the day.
4. Ok, here's a rant: I can't stand to say I'm a feminist to people anymore because of the stupid reactions and comments I get:
"Oh, you hate men la."
"So you don't like dressing up and wearing nice clothes?"
"You can't be, you have a boyfriend!"
I mean, seriously? Is everybody still 4-years old and/ living under a frackin' rock? If so, please allow me to correct your extremely faulty misconception about feminism and all the moronic stereotypes that accompany this ideology.
A feminist does not need to be someone who has an overpowering urge to line up all the men in the world and shoot them in the nuts, in fact, this is NOT a prerequisite to being one (don't believe everything you hear, for Pete's sake). A feminist is simply someone who desires and wants the injustice towards women (who make up half the human population, by the way, NOT less than men unlike popular belief) to be put to an end. That is the simplest way I can put it, without getting into too much detail. Also, YES, even men can be feminists, this doesn't make you less of a man, do not fret, it just makes you even more attractive to the ladies, if anything.
However, having said that I cannot stand it, doesn't mean that it'll stop me. I do believe that this can be corrected with more awareness,so please do pass on the message.
Do you enjoy hearing about domestic abuse? No? I thought so. There you go, a feminist in your own right.
5. Ok, end rant (I had to and I will not apologize). Been going to Geeta classes at the Ashram on Thursday nights and it's doing me good, I must say. Also, my room is currently cleaner than it's ever been since I first moved in 7 years ago. God, it's been 7 years!
6. Still doing the tuition thing, but the mother has temporarily stopped classes with me as her mother is in town so she is doing the whole quality-time jig. I totally understand but feel I should be doing more than just having one little girl to teach (although it is so great I swear). The other day we were talking about gender (which I hate because they already re-inforce the nurse=women and doctor=men thing in the vocab books that I use) and she told me that she didn't like being a girl and when I asked her why, she replied "Because I don't like girl" (which got a very enthusiastic reply from my end). It was too cute and also she learnt what bubbles were on Saturday, so I promised her that I'd bring some of mine and we could have a blowing session in between lessons. She was so excited she started yelling Bubbles over and over again for the rest of the class. Also, I love the Wrong-Way Rabbit. Hee. Believe it or not, they don't have nice story books here for kids that I can get for a reasonable price because I try not to charge for the materials so if anybody knows of a good place, please do speak up. I have a soft spot for Rapunzel now because that's the first story I read to her and if I'm right she totally adored it.
Ok, so more later, my wuvs to all, all, ALL. Wee.
Here are a few random things, because there is no possible way I can be organized; at least, not with my thoughts.
1. Books!!! (I've been on)
a. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (yep, still but only because textbooks get
in the way).
b. I Couldn't Keep it To myself by Wally Lamb (& the women of York Correctional
Institution) - I need my dose of humanity
c. Matrix Warrior by Jake Horsley (which I've been annoying Sebastian with)
2. Referring to point a. yes I have been actually studying, now please do close your
mouths, it is terribly rude for you to gape at me like that. Here's the punchline though, it can actually be enjoyable at times, especially if it's philosophy or substance abuse. But I get pretty upset in Substance Abuse class, I don't know why but I am very, very sensitive when it comes to the topic of drugs (yes, I am aware that I am an abuser myself, but well it's licit, ok??). I become majorly upset when I hear about the effects on people and the withdrawal symptoms. This is mainly the reason I was so shaky at the damn rave thing, I could see the fools on their high. Yep, I'm a fool too, I know I know (but well James Dean did it ok??).
3. Watched The Holiday and liked it but my DVD started bitchin' around chapter 24 so I got angry and turned on Astro instead. Caught the first half of Mercury Rising and left it halfway through because I realized I had enough anxiety-inducing moments for the day.
4. Ok, here's a rant: I can't stand to say I'm a feminist to people anymore because of the stupid reactions and comments I get:
"Oh, you hate men la."
"So you don't like dressing up and wearing nice clothes?"
"You can't be, you have a boyfriend!"
I mean, seriously? Is everybody still 4-years old and/ living under a frackin' rock? If so, please allow me to correct your extremely faulty misconception about feminism and all the moronic stereotypes that accompany this ideology.
A feminist does not need to be someone who has an overpowering urge to line up all the men in the world and shoot them in the nuts, in fact, this is NOT a prerequisite to being one (don't believe everything you hear, for Pete's sake). A feminist is simply someone who desires and wants the injustice towards women (who make up half the human population, by the way, NOT less than men unlike popular belief) to be put to an end. That is the simplest way I can put it, without getting into too much detail. Also, YES, even men can be feminists, this doesn't make you less of a man, do not fret, it just makes you even more attractive to the ladies, if anything.
However, having said that I cannot stand it, doesn't mean that it'll stop me. I do believe that this can be corrected with more awareness,so please do pass on the message.
Do you enjoy hearing about domestic abuse? No? I thought so. There you go, a feminist in your own right.
5. Ok, end rant (I had to and I will not apologize). Been going to Geeta classes at the Ashram on Thursday nights and it's doing me good, I must say. Also, my room is currently cleaner than it's ever been since I first moved in 7 years ago. God, it's been 7 years!
6. Still doing the tuition thing, but the mother has temporarily stopped classes with me as her mother is in town so she is doing the whole quality-time jig. I totally understand but feel I should be doing more than just having one little girl to teach (although it is so great I swear). The other day we were talking about gender (which I hate because they already re-inforce the nurse=women and doctor=men thing in the vocab books that I use) and she told me that she didn't like being a girl and when I asked her why, she replied "Because I don't like girl" (which got a very enthusiastic reply from my end). It was too cute and also she learnt what bubbles were on Saturday, so I promised her that I'd bring some of mine and we could have a blowing session in between lessons. She was so excited she started yelling Bubbles over and over again for the rest of the class. Also, I love the Wrong-Way Rabbit. Hee. Believe it or not, they don't have nice story books here for kids that I can get for a reasonable price because I try not to charge for the materials so if anybody knows of a good place, please do speak up. I have a soft spot for Rapunzel now because that's the first story I read to her and if I'm right she totally adored it.
Ok, so more later, my wuvs to all, all, ALL. Wee.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
I'm In
So, guess what?
I got the offer letter from Curtin, University of Technology. Can you say weeeeeee?
Hee. I'm going to Perth, baybey. I think I'm still trying to wrap my head around this and I'm being a bit cautious I suppose in terms of getting carried away because I still have to send in the acceptance letter and a whole bunch of other things but I am very happy.
It is here that I must ask all those who matter (and you know who you are, right right?) to please meet up with me and let's spend more time together so I won't forget you when I go away. Hah, I'm kidding. But let's do that alrighty? You can even help me with the the whole shopping extravaganza that is sure to take place as long as my mom is in charge (MIL, you need winter clothes, new clothes, Perth clothes, etc) so please, I request for volunteers to come with me when my Mom drags me to every shopping mall in the vicinity of Klang Valley (yes, I loathe shopping, except if we're going to a bookstore.)
Also, if you have any advice or tips to share about anything and you feel you must impart your wisdom, please, don't keep silent, feel free to share and share you must. I especially need advice on how I'm going to export my entire bookshelf to Perth (I cling to the hope that this is still possible and not at all expensive, I know I'm naive) so please do get cracking on that toughie.
Thank you to all of you who reminded me not to worry, I shall keep this in mind, you did help, even if I still looked like a nervous wreck. That's just my face, alright?
See you in a bit, dahlins'.
I got the offer letter from Curtin, University of Technology. Can you say weeeeeee?
Hee. I'm going to Perth, baybey. I think I'm still trying to wrap my head around this and I'm being a bit cautious I suppose in terms of getting carried away because I still have to send in the acceptance letter and a whole bunch of other things but I am very happy.
It is here that I must ask all those who matter (and you know who you are, right right?) to please meet up with me and let's spend more time together so I won't forget you when I go away. Hah, I'm kidding. But let's do that alrighty? You can even help me with the the whole shopping extravaganza that is sure to take place as long as my mom is in charge (MIL, you need winter clothes, new clothes, Perth clothes, etc) so please, I request for volunteers to come with me when my Mom drags me to every shopping mall in the vicinity of Klang Valley (yes, I loathe shopping, except if we're going to a bookstore.)
Also, if you have any advice or tips to share about anything and you feel you must impart your wisdom, please, don't keep silent, feel free to share and share you must. I especially need advice on how I'm going to export my entire bookshelf to Perth (I cling to the hope that this is still possible and not at all expensive, I know I'm naive) so please do get cracking on that toughie.
Thank you to all of you who reminded me not to worry, I shall keep this in mind, you did help, even if I still looked like a nervous wreck. That's just my face, alright?
See you in a bit, dahlins'.
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