It never seems to be a recurring thing that I blog. Once again, i will blame being busy on the the blogging or rather lack thereof.
It is drawing closer to the time that I will be embarking on my great adventure. Living overseas, in another country, i.e. one that is not my own. Yes it will only be for about 7 months, and yes it is an exchange program, so i will have support available, from both my host universtity and my home university if ever a disagreeable situation should occur. I will also have my best friend along with me, and im sure that will be the greatest support of all.
However, even though there will be all of this support available to me, it also means, quite a long time of fending for myself, accepting full responsibility for my actions, my economic status and my own general welfare. For all intensive purposes I am alone for the very first time.
Having travelled independently from the age of 16, i am already used to being on my own for a period of time. However i have always had something to return to, after no longer than 3 weeks at a time. An impenetrable safety net. A haven which protected me from the dangers of the world, when things started to get too tough.
I am so ready for this adventure to begin. Never being one to stay in the same place. Travelling has been a long standing yearning of mine since i was younger. And now i finally get to tackle much of the world i want to see.
Along with the excitement of travelling and the hope that it will be everything that i have hoped for and more, there are many things i am anxious about. I want to be that person that flies by the seat of her pants, that takes things as they come, that lives from minute to minute and doesnt care when she runs out of money, has no place to live or cant afford to buy the little things.
I want to be all these things, but i can't and probably won't. I'm just me, flaws or not. Spontaneous sometimes, organised at others. But i guess i won't really know how i will react to things until i tackle them all head on.
All i can say is bring it on!
:P
Monday, November 15, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Lost in a book
So i know i say this alot, but it really is true, I haven't posted in a loooooong time. And that will be the last time I will spell a word incorrectly on purpose, even if it is for the purposes of hyperbolising my point. I really haven't had much time or inspiration to write about anything. My life has been relatively dry of excitement in any field, and lately my inspiration for anything of a non- serious nature has been null and void. They say time if of the essence, and if that were the case, well i have none.
I may be rambling, but it does have a point. I have talked before about appreciating the simpler things in life and how they have the ability to transform your outlook on the world. One of these things is definitely a book.
First and foremost I must say that I love books. They are one of the major components of my life. When in doubt, read is definitely my motto. I like catching trains to faraway places so i can read for the entire journey. I love to curl up with a book on a rainy day, listening to the rain fall on my window. I love to listen to music softly as i read a book out in the sunlight.
For me, books are amazing. They have the ability to take you to a world you've never been before. They can make you believe things you never thought could be real. They can make you the hero of the story who always gets the girl. They have the ability to make you the misunderstood and psychologically damaged villain who has a heart- rending reason for his demeanour.
Books can make you cry at the beauty one person can have and at the same time has the ability to make you laugh out loud at the satirisation of the mundane in our everyday lives. We can hold in our embrace that beaten and abused child, who just begs for someone's hand to hold. Or we can be the girl that falls in love with her best friend and just can't make him see how much she cares. We could be the captain of a great voyage, or the queen of england who leads a great war. We can be the most fragile of characters and the strongest man of them all.
Books build a reality that is sometimes much better than your own and to me provide a relief to the thoughts i sometimes don't want to have. Everyone has issues and although better to confront them head on, human nature sometimes tells us to lay low. Books make a mockery of the trivialities of life and are a comfort to situations we may not see the end of.
Though many are predictable, it is in its predictability that we find relatability to the characters and we can truly feel how they do. What a book can bring to ones life is a far greater gift than the latest DVD or computer game. It is the greatest solid proof of the brilliance of humanity and is a testament to the imaginative capabilites of both the writer and the reader.
"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers"
Charles W. Eliot
I can never seem to wait to get back to a good book. Can you?
I may be rambling, but it does have a point. I have talked before about appreciating the simpler things in life and how they have the ability to transform your outlook on the world. One of these things is definitely a book.
First and foremost I must say that I love books. They are one of the major components of my life. When in doubt, read is definitely my motto. I like catching trains to faraway places so i can read for the entire journey. I love to curl up with a book on a rainy day, listening to the rain fall on my window. I love to listen to music softly as i read a book out in the sunlight.
For me, books are amazing. They have the ability to take you to a world you've never been before. They can make you believe things you never thought could be real. They can make you the hero of the story who always gets the girl. They have the ability to make you the misunderstood and psychologically damaged villain who has a heart- rending reason for his demeanour.
Books can make you cry at the beauty one person can have and at the same time has the ability to make you laugh out loud at the satirisation of the mundane in our everyday lives. We can hold in our embrace that beaten and abused child, who just begs for someone's hand to hold. Or we can be the girl that falls in love with her best friend and just can't make him see how much she cares. We could be the captain of a great voyage, or the queen of england who leads a great war. We can be the most fragile of characters and the strongest man of them all.
Books build a reality that is sometimes much better than your own and to me provide a relief to the thoughts i sometimes don't want to have. Everyone has issues and although better to confront them head on, human nature sometimes tells us to lay low. Books make a mockery of the trivialities of life and are a comfort to situations we may not see the end of.
Though many are predictable, it is in its predictability that we find relatability to the characters and we can truly feel how they do. What a book can bring to ones life is a far greater gift than the latest DVD or computer game. It is the greatest solid proof of the brilliance of humanity and is a testament to the imaginative capabilites of both the writer and the reader.
"Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers"
Charles W. Eliot
I can never seem to wait to get back to a good book. Can you?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
You and me baby ain't nothing but animals...
Ok, so i haven't blogged in a month. And what a painful month it has been. An emotional, physical and mentally taxing rollercoaster filled with enough highs and lows to give a soap opera fodder for a year.
And as i have said in many previous posts- i have been thinking about this for some time. I think my main problem is finding a time when i can just be free to sit down and write. I don't usually prioritise very well and amongst my many jobs, full time studying and social commitments, my passions lay forgotten.
This idea, whilst comical at times is also one of extreme thought and so i hope you will all think along with me.
First of all i was talking to a few friends about the amount of animals we have in our house- and since my cat just gave birth to a litter of kittens this morning, i thought now was as good a time as any to be writing about said topic.
In fact the litter of kittens brings my animal count up to 7 in my household- severly tipping the animal to human ratio and rendering the humans of the household vulverable to feeding the animals at all hours, animals causing sleep deprivation because they show "too much affection" and general turning of the axes of power to the animal kingdom.
My dog, an unsuspecting, snow white miniature maltese terrier, weighing under 3 kilos (about what a normal foot weighs) truly believes she is a human. She refuses to eat anything but prime cuts of meat- and the most expensive brand of dog food- otherwise hunger strikes ensue. She loves to eat whatever we are eating precisely when we are eating it. I even went so far as to putting some ice cream in her bowl seeing as she always pestered me for some. But no, stupid decision. Of course she was waiting for me to feed it to her straight from the stick from which i had eaten.
My rabbit also has a case of misplaced identity. I am almost 200 percent sure she believes she is a dog. She sniffs the behind of all of the other animals. She growls- yes you did read correctly. She has an affinity to my dog- who finds her thoroughly annoying. She also pants sometimes. Its amazing what nurture versus nature can do.
My cat- now whes a completely different story. Shes a cat and she knows it. But she also thinks she knows that she is the queen of the roost. She sleeps on a different persons bed every night- because she chooses. This is much to the dismay of the person who gets her company for the night as she likes to sleep in the most awkward positions, thus causing sever pain for the person when waking up in the morning.
But one thing i also thought about was the things that all my animals do that make them exactly the animal they are. My cat, after having her litter instantly knew to take care of her babies and let them feed. My dog instantly knows that eating grass when she is sick will stabilise her stomach acids. My rabbit instantly knows that eating through a food block on both sides will eventually lead to it breaking into smaller more manageable pieces. The point is- instinct eventually takes over.
Why is it so that humans are so much more complex? Why must we rule over our instincts and emotions to decide what is best dependent on the cultural context in which we grow up and society's stupidly imposed rules of social etiquette?
Animals are so straightforward- they have instincts, feelings, thoughts- and theres no inhibitions. They just act on them. This idea is completely foreign in the human context. We always have to think things through before doing them. By this time, we may have even missed out on them.
Animals eat when they want and what they want- not caring about social norms. Animals go where they want and act the way they want- not caring that people around them may laugh or judge them. Animals even mate so simply, humans have to like a person, be friends with them, not tell them or tell them, be awkward or begin something, break up or stay together and start all over again.
Animals have the easy life- or the domesticated ones do i should say- as there is mass amounts of animal cruelty going on out there which is disgraceful. The domesticated ones, or the lucky ones get to eat, sleep, mate (sometimes) and poop. This is the extent of their happy lives. And yet they stay, they dont have issues like humans do, they see things quite clearly, without all the shades of grey we need to sift through.
In short, i wish that we were as simple as animals, and did and said what we meant and wanted, rather than letting foolish fears cloud our judgements.
peace. out. :D
And as i have said in many previous posts- i have been thinking about this for some time. I think my main problem is finding a time when i can just be free to sit down and write. I don't usually prioritise very well and amongst my many jobs, full time studying and social commitments, my passions lay forgotten.
This idea, whilst comical at times is also one of extreme thought and so i hope you will all think along with me.
First of all i was talking to a few friends about the amount of animals we have in our house- and since my cat just gave birth to a litter of kittens this morning, i thought now was as good a time as any to be writing about said topic.
In fact the litter of kittens brings my animal count up to 7 in my household- severly tipping the animal to human ratio and rendering the humans of the household vulverable to feeding the animals at all hours, animals causing sleep deprivation because they show "too much affection" and general turning of the axes of power to the animal kingdom.
My dog, an unsuspecting, snow white miniature maltese terrier, weighing under 3 kilos (about what a normal foot weighs) truly believes she is a human. She refuses to eat anything but prime cuts of meat- and the most expensive brand of dog food- otherwise hunger strikes ensue. She loves to eat whatever we are eating precisely when we are eating it. I even went so far as to putting some ice cream in her bowl seeing as she always pestered me for some. But no, stupid decision. Of course she was waiting for me to feed it to her straight from the stick from which i had eaten.
My rabbit also has a case of misplaced identity. I am almost 200 percent sure she believes she is a dog. She sniffs the behind of all of the other animals. She growls- yes you did read correctly. She has an affinity to my dog- who finds her thoroughly annoying. She also pants sometimes. Its amazing what nurture versus nature can do.
My cat- now whes a completely different story. Shes a cat and she knows it. But she also thinks she knows that she is the queen of the roost. She sleeps on a different persons bed every night- because she chooses. This is much to the dismay of the person who gets her company for the night as she likes to sleep in the most awkward positions, thus causing sever pain for the person when waking up in the morning.
But one thing i also thought about was the things that all my animals do that make them exactly the animal they are. My cat, after having her litter instantly knew to take care of her babies and let them feed. My dog instantly knows that eating grass when she is sick will stabilise her stomach acids. My rabbit instantly knows that eating through a food block on both sides will eventually lead to it breaking into smaller more manageable pieces. The point is- instinct eventually takes over.
Why is it so that humans are so much more complex? Why must we rule over our instincts and emotions to decide what is best dependent on the cultural context in which we grow up and society's stupidly imposed rules of social etiquette?
Animals are so straightforward- they have instincts, feelings, thoughts- and theres no inhibitions. They just act on them. This idea is completely foreign in the human context. We always have to think things through before doing them. By this time, we may have even missed out on them.
Animals eat when they want and what they want- not caring about social norms. Animals go where they want and act the way they want- not caring that people around them may laugh or judge them. Animals even mate so simply, humans have to like a person, be friends with them, not tell them or tell them, be awkward or begin something, break up or stay together and start all over again.
Animals have the easy life- or the domesticated ones do i should say- as there is mass amounts of animal cruelty going on out there which is disgraceful. The domesticated ones, or the lucky ones get to eat, sleep, mate (sometimes) and poop. This is the extent of their happy lives. And yet they stay, they dont have issues like humans do, they see things quite clearly, without all the shades of grey we need to sift through.
In short, i wish that we were as simple as animals, and did and said what we meant and wanted, rather than letting foolish fears cloud our judgements.
peace. out. :D
Saturday, July 3, 2010
For Love or Money...
It has been a little while since i posted something, but i was thinking recently about the simpler things in life that don't cost much. One of those things was how much i enjoy coffee. It is one of the cheaper things that a person can buy, it's essentially just a drink. To me, its about a sense of normalcy. Its about the fact that no matter what goes on around me, or what i experience in my personal life, on the outside, the act of buying a coffee and even sitting down at a cafe is essentially normal.
I mean anyone can do it, you can get a coffee for $2.50. So no matter how rich or poor you are, anyone can sit down at a cafe, grab a coffee or tea- whatever floats your boat- and read a newspaper... and you know what, no one would ever know the difference. To me that is freedom.
Last weekend i went out with two of my best friends, with 15 dollars to my name, half a tank of petrol- courtesy of mum, and nowhere in particular to go. I got in the car, drove the 45 minutes to pick up my friends, and then drove another 20 minutes to go pay 6 dollars for ice cream. We laughed the entire time, and sat in the car for an hour just talking. It didn't cost anything to be in their company, and i knew that i wouldn't have minded whether we had gone out for a reason or not.
So when we had sat there long enough, keys back in the ignition and we were on our way. We went to a popular hot spot for teens to have sex- just so we could high beam them, for our own entertainment of course. There were hardly any cars because we were too early, but i still managed to get my friend locked out of the car and make him feel a little prostituitish- which was very funny on my end.
My point is- this night, was possibly a summation of some of the best free things in life. Talking, friendship and fun times. Its these things that come to those who can appreciate that money doesn't mean everything. After all, most things in life we do for money. Its these rare things that we do for love.
So where does my whole argument about coffee some into this you may ask? Coffee, although it costs money, is for me an act of love. I do it because i love drinking coffee. I love the way it makes me feel. The normalcy i feel, the act of sharing it with friends. Its a way to bring people together. Its a way to bring back a sense of community. To me, that is one of the best free things of all.
Things we do for money, although may make one, for a moment, blissfully happy; do not have the power to unlock true happiness. I make a considerable amount of money for my age, at one point i was working three jobs. I would blow my whole pay from one job in one night, because i could. But it didn't make me as happy as things that come at a lesser cost, or for free.
If it were a debate between love and money- i would think we would do things more because we loved to, not because we got money for them. I mean, i spend lots, but that's because money doesn't mean as much to me as it does to some. I think that its a commodity rather than a necessity.
What I'm trying to say really is that it's the simpler things in life that are really worth living for, don't you think?...
I mean anyone can do it, you can get a coffee for $2.50. So no matter how rich or poor you are, anyone can sit down at a cafe, grab a coffee or tea- whatever floats your boat- and read a newspaper... and you know what, no one would ever know the difference. To me that is freedom.
Last weekend i went out with two of my best friends, with 15 dollars to my name, half a tank of petrol- courtesy of mum, and nowhere in particular to go. I got in the car, drove the 45 minutes to pick up my friends, and then drove another 20 minutes to go pay 6 dollars for ice cream. We laughed the entire time, and sat in the car for an hour just talking. It didn't cost anything to be in their company, and i knew that i wouldn't have minded whether we had gone out for a reason or not.
So when we had sat there long enough, keys back in the ignition and we were on our way. We went to a popular hot spot for teens to have sex- just so we could high beam them, for our own entertainment of course. There were hardly any cars because we were too early, but i still managed to get my friend locked out of the car and make him feel a little prostituitish- which was very funny on my end.
My point is- this night, was possibly a summation of some of the best free things in life. Talking, friendship and fun times. Its these things that come to those who can appreciate that money doesn't mean everything. After all, most things in life we do for money. Its these rare things that we do for love.
So where does my whole argument about coffee some into this you may ask? Coffee, although it costs money, is for me an act of love. I do it because i love drinking coffee. I love the way it makes me feel. The normalcy i feel, the act of sharing it with friends. Its a way to bring people together. Its a way to bring back a sense of community. To me, that is one of the best free things of all.
Things we do for money, although may make one, for a moment, blissfully happy; do not have the power to unlock true happiness. I make a considerable amount of money for my age, at one point i was working three jobs. I would blow my whole pay from one job in one night, because i could. But it didn't make me as happy as things that come at a lesser cost, or for free.
If it were a debate between love and money- i would think we would do things more because we loved to, not because we got money for them. I mean, i spend lots, but that's because money doesn't mean as much to me as it does to some. I think that its a commodity rather than a necessity.
What I'm trying to say really is that it's the simpler things in life that are really worth living for, don't you think?...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
To the point!
What is the point?
So today i was thinking, as you do. The things we do in life, the routine, the constant moving from one place to another, from one thing to another, from one person to another?
What is the point?
I am currently in the process of exams, and i still have three to go. I do know that these will be hard and i probably should have studied for them way more than i have done, and yet i still can't think why i wanted to do them in the first place?
I mean, all things considered, and this thought is not meant to be depressing, but why exactly do humans do the things we do? Essentially from the moment we are born, we are dying. Every minute that passes, we are getting closer. We may die young, we may die old, when it will happen, we will never know.
So my point is why exactly do we do the things we do? Why do we save money for instance? I mean sure we can save for short term goals, like going on a holiday, a car, an electronic appliance. But why would one save money for the future? In this day and age, by the time we earn enough money to buy a house we would be in our 40s, if we saved from the day we started to earn money. And what 14 year old kid wants to that? If we got a loan for a house by the time we were married, lets say at the age of 25; it would be another 20 to 35 years before the loan on a house was paid off, making you around the 60 mark when you are finally done. With only about 20 to 30 more years left in your life expectancy, your home free. Aren't you?
Why exactly do we bother to do exams, get degrees, get jobs, have careers. The majority of the population works 5 days a week, and for what? To pay the bills, for the house we live in, the car we drive, the kids we raise. But all of this work, is to pay for the enjoyment we have on our two weekend days off. Why do we live in a world, where it costs that much to live that we need to work 75% of the time in order to survive?
Why is it that we form emotional attachments to people, objects or places? All that they are is a form of energy. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed in form. Hence we will only have that thing for a short time anyways. We will also only be for a short time too, for we too are a form of energy, waiting to change into our next form.
Why do we wonder about these things and why can't we find explanations?
I guess we will never know?
Something to think about.
Shan. :)
So today i was thinking, as you do. The things we do in life, the routine, the constant moving from one place to another, from one thing to another, from one person to another?
What is the point?
I am currently in the process of exams, and i still have three to go. I do know that these will be hard and i probably should have studied for them way more than i have done, and yet i still can't think why i wanted to do them in the first place?
I mean, all things considered, and this thought is not meant to be depressing, but why exactly do humans do the things we do? Essentially from the moment we are born, we are dying. Every minute that passes, we are getting closer. We may die young, we may die old, when it will happen, we will never know.
So my point is why exactly do we do the things we do? Why do we save money for instance? I mean sure we can save for short term goals, like going on a holiday, a car, an electronic appliance. But why would one save money for the future? In this day and age, by the time we earn enough money to buy a house we would be in our 40s, if we saved from the day we started to earn money. And what 14 year old kid wants to that? If we got a loan for a house by the time we were married, lets say at the age of 25; it would be another 20 to 35 years before the loan on a house was paid off, making you around the 60 mark when you are finally done. With only about 20 to 30 more years left in your life expectancy, your home free. Aren't you?
Why exactly do we bother to do exams, get degrees, get jobs, have careers. The majority of the population works 5 days a week, and for what? To pay the bills, for the house we live in, the car we drive, the kids we raise. But all of this work, is to pay for the enjoyment we have on our two weekend days off. Why do we live in a world, where it costs that much to live that we need to work 75% of the time in order to survive?
Why is it that we form emotional attachments to people, objects or places? All that they are is a form of energy. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only changed in form. Hence we will only have that thing for a short time anyways. We will also only be for a short time too, for we too are a form of energy, waiting to change into our next form.
Why do we wonder about these things and why can't we find explanations?
I guess we will never know?
Something to think about.
Shan. :)
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
in my place and time...
Hi all, so once again it has been ages since i have blogged.
I really need to do more of this on the regular. First of all i thought i would make this a general, how boring is the life of shan post. So lately exam pressure has been doing my head in.
The threat of possibly not going on exchange because the stupid psych people wont get back to me and it keeps getting later and later.
I had an awesome day with an old friend today, filled with lots of eating, cus thats what wogs do best.
I also keep on praying that time will pass quicker than it does, but for what reason, i don't know what the heck i am waiting for...
I want to scream and run around in circles until i fall over dizzily because i can't explain or comprehend this mixture of feelings i feel all of the time.
I can never decide whether i want to be here or there.
I never know where to look for what i am looking for because i think that i won't find when i look anyways.
I keep expecting there to be a golden pot at the end of the rainbow, and all i find is crap.
One day i will probably look back on all of this and laugh, although i am dreading the day it comes.
I am constantly surrounded by people, and still i feel like i don't belong, perhaps i never will.
regretfully, this has not been a happy blog, but a realisation of true things. sadly life never is, is it?
i wanted to post this picture, because to me this place is perfect, it would be the tree i would lie under all day, it would be the field i would love to run through, it would be the sky i would love to absorb...
shan
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Luck or something like it...
OK, so i had an awesome day today, and it made me think a little bit, as it always does... Lately my luck has been pretty shitty, many deaths of people i knew, and friends/ family of people i knew, forgetting important things, things going wrong at work, my phone stuffing up, then receiving friends phone, which i lost when i fell asleep on the train, then having my laptop short circuit and non operational, going back to centrelink 5 times- different branches, in two months to try and sort out my payments, only to discover that they had neglected to inform me of things every time i went back, waking up to realise that the rain has prevented me from washing my clothes when i already down to my scraps, with nothing to wear, and having two assessment tasks which i did on the day it was due in a manic state, due to not having said laptop to perform such tasks!
And then, today was an exceptional turn around, no idea how it happened. I received a high distinction on one assignment and a credit on another test i swore i was going to fail, my friends b'day present, which i have been waiting on for a while has arrived, my new sim card arrived, i finally got my money from centrelink, which has been paid into my centrelink account, my exchange application is nearly done, i got a nice compliment from a stranger on the train, a good Samaritan ran after me when getting off the bus to hand me back my chocolate box when i accidentally forgot it on there, reuniting with an old friend, even though it wasn't his stop and i had an excellent group study today which consequently has led me to be well informed for my exam on Friday.
All of these events seriously made me think, i have had a serious run of bad luck for the past few months, and in one day it has all caught up to me. How is this even possible? After all where exactly does luck come from?
For those of you who believe our lives are predetermined, how does luck become a factor? And if you do believe that someone or something determines how our life is played out, why do we still wish each other good luck before an exam.
Is this the same with people who believe in fate? If the concept of fate is that if it happens it was mean to happen, not necessarily that it was predetermined; does it mean that luck has a role in what we are going to experience? Is it in our fates to be lucky or is it lucky to have a good fate?
For those of us who believe luck decides how everything plays out, and we can affect that luck, how do we know to affect it for the better? Or is it that luck is predetermined and we wont know how lucky/ unlucky we have been until we face the situation or look back on it?
All of these questions have been spiralling around all evening, but the most interesting thought i had for a while was about the concept of luck being a flow of energy like anything else. This means that it can neither be created nor destroyed, but relies on the transfer of said energy to be used. This meaning that we can essentially "borrow" luck and it may change form or transfer from person to person when needed.
I like to think that this theory is true, i mean, how could it otherwise be explained that we have luck one minute and none the next?
If it were an energy transfer, if i did borrow luck today, it also makes me wonder who in the world today had a really bad day or a collection of really bad days that was offered up in order for me to have such good luck.
I know this may be senseless rambling, but honestly, its luck that I'm awake writing this blog at all, or is it?...
Thanks for listening. Peace. :)
And then, today was an exceptional turn around, no idea how it happened. I received a high distinction on one assignment and a credit on another test i swore i was going to fail, my friends b'day present, which i have been waiting on for a while has arrived, my new sim card arrived, i finally got my money from centrelink, which has been paid into my centrelink account, my exchange application is nearly done, i got a nice compliment from a stranger on the train, a good Samaritan ran after me when getting off the bus to hand me back my chocolate box when i accidentally forgot it on there, reuniting with an old friend, even though it wasn't his stop and i had an excellent group study today which consequently has led me to be well informed for my exam on Friday.
All of these events seriously made me think, i have had a serious run of bad luck for the past few months, and in one day it has all caught up to me. How is this even possible? After all where exactly does luck come from?
For those of you who believe our lives are predetermined, how does luck become a factor? And if you do believe that someone or something determines how our life is played out, why do we still wish each other good luck before an exam.
Is this the same with people who believe in fate? If the concept of fate is that if it happens it was mean to happen, not necessarily that it was predetermined; does it mean that luck has a role in what we are going to experience? Is it in our fates to be lucky or is it lucky to have a good fate?
For those of us who believe luck decides how everything plays out, and we can affect that luck, how do we know to affect it for the better? Or is it that luck is predetermined and we wont know how lucky/ unlucky we have been until we face the situation or look back on it?
All of these questions have been spiralling around all evening, but the most interesting thought i had for a while was about the concept of luck being a flow of energy like anything else. This means that it can neither be created nor destroyed, but relies on the transfer of said energy to be used. This meaning that we can essentially "borrow" luck and it may change form or transfer from person to person when needed.
I like to think that this theory is true, i mean, how could it otherwise be explained that we have luck one minute and none the next?
If it were an energy transfer, if i did borrow luck today, it also makes me wonder who in the world today had a really bad day or a collection of really bad days that was offered up in order for me to have such good luck.
I know this may be senseless rambling, but honestly, its luck that I'm awake writing this blog at all, or is it?...
Thanks for listening. Peace. :)
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Sex and everything but
I have been feeling a bit dry lately in regards to blog posts, i knew that the novelty would wear off slightly, with me not blogging everyday. It was bound to happen. But to tell you the truth i didn't think it would be so soon!
Today i had a rather disturbing conversation with someone actually. Well it wasn't disturbing to me, but rather to people around us. This person i had the conversation with, lets just say he has both a live libido and vivid imagination. The conversation pretty much ended with him asking me if i knew where my g-spot was?
Truth be told, i have no problems with this sort of conversation. I find it both hiliarious and casual. Some people however have great problems when it comes to the casual or humourous mention of sex. This got me thinking, why exactly is that so?
Is it the restraints on our society that make it tabboo to talk about it or joke about it? What makes it uncomfortable to speak about? Is it the way in which you were brought up to talk/ not talk about it?
I came from a very open family who speak about everything, my mum even joked a little while ago. I was hungry and we were waiting on food from the indian restaurant. I was talking about it, and mildly salivating over the fact, to my surprise, my mother shared this gem, "shannon is having an orgasm over the food". To which my sister and i burst into laughter.
Even from a young age, we have known/ talked about it, i never grew up with silly non-sense stories about a stalk coming. You ask and you shall receive was the motto in my house.
It has come to my attention though that this is not the case with the whole population. I want to know exactly why some people find it awkward to discuss it, i had a few friends in school who were like that, and then others who, thats all we talked about.
After all it is a natural thing, its the way the human race is continued, and the way many people show affection for each other. So what if we make a few jokes along the way.
In response to personal questions being thrown my way, its up to me at the time if i answer them. And in that respect, i dont think anyone should have the power to tell you what to do.
well, for today that has been all of my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed them. :)
Today i had a rather disturbing conversation with someone actually. Well it wasn't disturbing to me, but rather to people around us. This person i had the conversation with, lets just say he has both a live libido and vivid imagination. The conversation pretty much ended with him asking me if i knew where my g-spot was?
Truth be told, i have no problems with this sort of conversation. I find it both hiliarious and casual. Some people however have great problems when it comes to the casual or humourous mention of sex. This got me thinking, why exactly is that so?
Is it the restraints on our society that make it tabboo to talk about it or joke about it? What makes it uncomfortable to speak about? Is it the way in which you were brought up to talk/ not talk about it?
I came from a very open family who speak about everything, my mum even joked a little while ago. I was hungry and we were waiting on food from the indian restaurant. I was talking about it, and mildly salivating over the fact, to my surprise, my mother shared this gem, "shannon is having an orgasm over the food". To which my sister and i burst into laughter.
Even from a young age, we have known/ talked about it, i never grew up with silly non-sense stories about a stalk coming. You ask and you shall receive was the motto in my house.
It has come to my attention though that this is not the case with the whole population. I want to know exactly why some people find it awkward to discuss it, i had a few friends in school who were like that, and then others who, thats all we talked about.
After all it is a natural thing, its the way the human race is continued, and the way many people show affection for each other. So what if we make a few jokes along the way.
In response to personal questions being thrown my way, its up to me at the time if i answer them. And in that respect, i dont think anyone should have the power to tell you what to do.
well, for today that has been all of my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed them. :)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Staring at the back of ones head...
OK guys, so no cryptic title here at all. Just pretty straight up. I have been angling to blog this for a few days now, I'm even giving up valuable assignment time for this, but i felt it important to address these random ramblings in my head before it became a major problem for me.
So, i have had two major sabbaticals from blogging, for very good reasons. But news is I'm on the road to recovery, having lost a dear family member, problems with our rent, issues with centrelink, lost my phone, failed my P's test and slept a grand total of about 20 hours this month, i am totally on a roll.
However, nuff' said on that, i have more pressing issues to expect, namely the one that details my thoughts about a person after staring at the back of their head. I know what you all are thinking, i am out of my mind right? I probably am, but at least i will hopefully get my point across, before my mind vacates my body for good.
So the other day, i was staring at the back of my best friend's head (sorry for this, but your hair just entranced me) and i realised something. Its a thing i frequently do to many a person who takes the seat in front of me, not because i am searching for something, but it is a way of looking at a person, without it being creepy, and having time to absorb things without it looking like you are staring them down.
I realised that by staring at the back of a person's head, i had so many random thoughts, including how that person makes you feel. I did this many times throughout the day, and i must have been grinning like an idiot by the end, because i know that each time my eyes fell on that oh- so- familiar spot i began to think about the last thing that person said or did to make me smile. This worked with nearly every person who sat in front of me.
On the other hand, when a person that i didn't know sat in front of me, i had the strange urge to tap them on the shoulder and get them to turn around so i could see their face and possibly ask them a question so i could hear their voice.
It was this that made me think, when we initially make friends, what is the first thing we look at, or what is the first thing that we see that makes us think we are comfortable enough to talk to them?
I generally become entranced by people's eyes, and majority of the time, i cannot look away when people talk to me (especially if your eyes are green or blue!). Often people find this confronting and tend to think you have a few screws loose, when you observe their facial expressions for so long.
This brought me back to staring at the back if someones head. It is so easy to do, and it makes you wonder what the person looks like or what they are thinking if you don't know them or can have the ability to evoke a strong emotion such as anger, love, happiness or contentment when looking at people you have strong connections with.
I also don't know whether this minor obsession stemmed from my fetish with amazing hair? Seeing as that is probably the first thing i look at when i see a person. I am genuinely an analytical sort of personality, but never out of malice, mainly out of curiosity.
I definitely had more thoughts than this about this subject, but as the days have passed, so too have the thoughts been filtered, to be left with the lest crappy elements of my thought process.
Thanks for listening! :)
So, i have had two major sabbaticals from blogging, for very good reasons. But news is I'm on the road to recovery, having lost a dear family member, problems with our rent, issues with centrelink, lost my phone, failed my P's test and slept a grand total of about 20 hours this month, i am totally on a roll.
However, nuff' said on that, i have more pressing issues to expect, namely the one that details my thoughts about a person after staring at the back of their head. I know what you all are thinking, i am out of my mind right? I probably am, but at least i will hopefully get my point across, before my mind vacates my body for good.
So the other day, i was staring at the back of my best friend's head (sorry for this, but your hair just entranced me) and i realised something. Its a thing i frequently do to many a person who takes the seat in front of me, not because i am searching for something, but it is a way of looking at a person, without it being creepy, and having time to absorb things without it looking like you are staring them down.
I realised that by staring at the back of a person's head, i had so many random thoughts, including how that person makes you feel. I did this many times throughout the day, and i must have been grinning like an idiot by the end, because i know that each time my eyes fell on that oh- so- familiar spot i began to think about the last thing that person said or did to make me smile. This worked with nearly every person who sat in front of me.
On the other hand, when a person that i didn't know sat in front of me, i had the strange urge to tap them on the shoulder and get them to turn around so i could see their face and possibly ask them a question so i could hear their voice.
It was this that made me think, when we initially make friends, what is the first thing we look at, or what is the first thing that we see that makes us think we are comfortable enough to talk to them?
I generally become entranced by people's eyes, and majority of the time, i cannot look away when people talk to me (especially if your eyes are green or blue!). Often people find this confronting and tend to think you have a few screws loose, when you observe their facial expressions for so long.
This brought me back to staring at the back if someones head. It is so easy to do, and it makes you wonder what the person looks like or what they are thinking if you don't know them or can have the ability to evoke a strong emotion such as anger, love, happiness or contentment when looking at people you have strong connections with.
I also don't know whether this minor obsession stemmed from my fetish with amazing hair? Seeing as that is probably the first thing i look at when i see a person. I am genuinely an analytical sort of personality, but never out of malice, mainly out of curiosity.
I definitely had more thoughts than this about this subject, but as the days have passed, so too have the thoughts been filtered, to be left with the lest crappy elements of my thought process.
Thanks for listening! :)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Feeling undefined...
Well, for those of you who do read my blog, and im sure i don't have many followers. LOL.
I haven't blogged in exactly 15 days, which is odd for me since i always have things on my mind. This is partly because if i had blogged, i would have probably caused some concern, and had people asking whether i was sane or should be put on suicide watch.
The truth is, and i know i have harped on about it a bit, i am deeply saddened by a loss in my family. My grandma passed away monday the 3rd of May, she was one of my best friends. I really don't know who to turn to here, i feel like i am bothering my friends by mentioning it. I feel like i am just bringing them down. I feel like i am constantly saying sorry for thinking about it, because deep down i feel like i should have noticed something was wrong the day before. I know that i am still alive but i can't help but dwell on how much i need her here with me.
Theres an empty space there now, that other thoughts just can't seem to fill. I can't help but think about how she was alone when it happened, and if i had gotten up when mum had called me, i could have done something to help.
Life is passing around me and i feel like its a blur, things are happening, people are laughing, but its all just a temporary distraction, from that sinking feeling i feel everyday and i don't know how to stop it. And with everyday that passes i care about things less and less.
A little while ago i blogged about how grateful i was for my friends, because alot of people have not stuck around. I feel like this has happened again, but i am entirely grateful to my best friends who came and supported me on friday, you all have my heart, i needed you and you were there.
To me that is Beautiful...
I know i have to be strong for my mum and my sister, but sometimes i wonder if people actually think aboout the one they assume will always be strong.
I dont know why i stayed away from blogging, for it has been the greatest relief so far.
thanks for listening, hopefully my blogs will be happier in future.
I haven't blogged in exactly 15 days, which is odd for me since i always have things on my mind. This is partly because if i had blogged, i would have probably caused some concern, and had people asking whether i was sane or should be put on suicide watch.
The truth is, and i know i have harped on about it a bit, i am deeply saddened by a loss in my family. My grandma passed away monday the 3rd of May, she was one of my best friends. I really don't know who to turn to here, i feel like i am bothering my friends by mentioning it. I feel like i am just bringing them down. I feel like i am constantly saying sorry for thinking about it, because deep down i feel like i should have noticed something was wrong the day before. I know that i am still alive but i can't help but dwell on how much i need her here with me.
Theres an empty space there now, that other thoughts just can't seem to fill. I can't help but think about how she was alone when it happened, and if i had gotten up when mum had called me, i could have done something to help.
Life is passing around me and i feel like its a blur, things are happening, people are laughing, but its all just a temporary distraction, from that sinking feeling i feel everyday and i don't know how to stop it. And with everyday that passes i care about things less and less.
A little while ago i blogged about how grateful i was for my friends, because alot of people have not stuck around. I feel like this has happened again, but i am entirely grateful to my best friends who came and supported me on friday, you all have my heart, i needed you and you were there.
To me that is Beautiful...
I know i have to be strong for my mum and my sister, but sometimes i wonder if people actually think aboout the one they assume will always be strong.
I dont know why i stayed away from blogging, for it has been the greatest relief so far.
thanks for listening, hopefully my blogs will be happier in future.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Only in lakemba...
So, i am totally not racist, i actually enjoy the little woggy things that surround me in my hood. I grew up in that atmosphere, and i am indeed a wog. But i swear, there are just those things that, no matter how immune you become, you still say, oh my gosh did that just happen??!
For example, only in lakemba would you see a fully grown man, come out of a supermarket, run over to his car (which is parked right outside), throw the bags in the car, bar one. In that bag is a milk bottle, which he takes out and starts drinking straight from the bottle, now i know this is not that unusual, but come on!
Only in lakemba can you walk through the arcade and find random mirrors hanging from shop doors and windows. So on my way to work i walk up to the old, less- than- friendly looking arab man to ask him why he does this. His response, "People like to look at zemselves, s'good forrr business", complete with thick accent and a touch to his greasy moustache.
Only in lakemba would you see a man wave another over to a car shiftily, opening his car boot to reveal many cheap looking silver watches. Yes thats right folks he was trying to sell the man from a shop, not just any shop- a chicken shop, watches right out of his car boot. As if that wasn't weird enough, the next day i walk past the chicken shop only to discover a table out the front with all of the suss- looking watches displayed, with matching bracelets and earings...
Only in lakemba would you find a shop's boundaries half way out of the side walk so that you have to shuffle past single file on a normally 6- man wide footpath.
Only in lakemba would you find a lebanese pizza shop as small as a toilet cubicle, that has business, with customers lining up around the corner... (how sanitary could that possible be?)
Only in lakemba would you get whistled at by a group of 5 old arab men sitting at a cafe, every 200 metres you walk...
Only in lakemba would you find a bus shelter that was smashed held together by masking tape and an old garbage bag...
Only in lakemba, would the arrival of aldi be the best news of the year.
I grew up going to school in lakemba, its the way i roll, its the hood i nest in. I couldn't see myself without all those fully sick habibs, all those greek food-loving crazies, all those asian shops which sold me coke for a buck and migorengs for 15 cents, all those indian shops, which lay abandoned, too smelly to walk past; and yet they still kept rearing their ugly heads.
The only clothes shop in lakemba was a great meeting point, the local lebo pizza shop was our hang, and going for a walk down the road involved seeing your whole neighbourhood. You never felt unsafe, cuz you were local. You knew you wouldn't get rolled cuz you were local. You may have had to face a fist or two cuz you were local. But you always got the "are you lebanese/greek/viet? let's be friends" cuz you were local.
As much as i pay it out, it's made me cultured, accepting of different ways of life and as loving as a wog family can get.
Thanksch Lakemba, you're hectic! :D
For example, only in lakemba would you see a fully grown man, come out of a supermarket, run over to his car (which is parked right outside), throw the bags in the car, bar one. In that bag is a milk bottle, which he takes out and starts drinking straight from the bottle, now i know this is not that unusual, but come on!
Only in lakemba can you walk through the arcade and find random mirrors hanging from shop doors and windows. So on my way to work i walk up to the old, less- than- friendly looking arab man to ask him why he does this. His response, "People like to look at zemselves, s'good forrr business", complete with thick accent and a touch to his greasy moustache.
Only in lakemba would you see a man wave another over to a car shiftily, opening his car boot to reveal many cheap looking silver watches. Yes thats right folks he was trying to sell the man from a shop, not just any shop- a chicken shop, watches right out of his car boot. As if that wasn't weird enough, the next day i walk past the chicken shop only to discover a table out the front with all of the suss- looking watches displayed, with matching bracelets and earings...
Only in lakemba would you find a shop's boundaries half way out of the side walk so that you have to shuffle past single file on a normally 6- man wide footpath.
Only in lakemba would you find a lebanese pizza shop as small as a toilet cubicle, that has business, with customers lining up around the corner... (how sanitary could that possible be?)
Only in lakemba would you get whistled at by a group of 5 old arab men sitting at a cafe, every 200 metres you walk...
Only in lakemba would you find a bus shelter that was smashed held together by masking tape and an old garbage bag...
Only in lakemba, would the arrival of aldi be the best news of the year.
I grew up going to school in lakemba, its the way i roll, its the hood i nest in. I couldn't see myself without all those fully sick habibs, all those greek food-loving crazies, all those asian shops which sold me coke for a buck and migorengs for 15 cents, all those indian shops, which lay abandoned, too smelly to walk past; and yet they still kept rearing their ugly heads.
The only clothes shop in lakemba was a great meeting point, the local lebo pizza shop was our hang, and going for a walk down the road involved seeing your whole neighbourhood. You never felt unsafe, cuz you were local. You knew you wouldn't get rolled cuz you were local. You may have had to face a fist or two cuz you were local. But you always got the "are you lebanese/greek/viet? let's be friends" cuz you were local.
As much as i pay it out, it's made me cultured, accepting of different ways of life and as loving as a wog family can get.
Thanksch Lakemba, you're hectic! :D
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Ipod, i thought you were a pal...
Ipod, i thought you were my friend. I was wrong. I thought we had a good relationship. I fed you songs, and photos and notes, movies too and you left me high and dry.
Yes, we have had our fair share of problems, i tried to force you to load songs without giving you much notice. With the result that you threw a tantrum and wiped your entire memory.
I have dropped you countless times, which i know must hurt and for this i am truly sorry. But why do you refuse to show yourself on itunes at all? I know i gave you to a foreign computer, but it was for your own good, i was only trying to make you smarter. And now all you want to do is turn on and not load any songs.
I think this is a stupid decision personally. With the result that you have made yourself look like a fool.
I have had to turn back to my old friend the mp3, which has not let me down. He has always stayed there in the background, just waiting to serve me once more. But you ipod, you are too demanding. You want it all and no giving. You just want it your way, no room for sharing.
I thought this was a relationship about trust. I thought we shared a common goal- to provide me with music. Are you so cold that you will never work for me again?
Why ipod, did you go when i needed you most? is it over for good? I know you still feel something, thats why i can still turn you on, but must you be so angry and hold resentment for me forever?
Let it go ipod, i'm sorry...
:)
Yes, we have had our fair share of problems, i tried to force you to load songs without giving you much notice. With the result that you threw a tantrum and wiped your entire memory.
I have dropped you countless times, which i know must hurt and for this i am truly sorry. But why do you refuse to show yourself on itunes at all? I know i gave you to a foreign computer, but it was for your own good, i was only trying to make you smarter. And now all you want to do is turn on and not load any songs.
I think this is a stupid decision personally. With the result that you have made yourself look like a fool.
I have had to turn back to my old friend the mp3, which has not let me down. He has always stayed there in the background, just waiting to serve me once more. But you ipod, you are too demanding. You want it all and no giving. You just want it your way, no room for sharing.
I thought this was a relationship about trust. I thought we shared a common goal- to provide me with music. Are you so cold that you will never work for me again?
Why ipod, did you go when i needed you most? is it over for good? I know you still feel something, thats why i can still turn you on, but must you be so angry and hold resentment for me forever?
Let it go ipod, i'm sorry...
:)
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A little bit of me, a little bit of a cause...
So i haven't blogged since friday. This is partly because i have been exhausted, and partly because I couldn't decide what i wanted to discuss. Yess it is true I am that sad that i got caught up and couldn't decide what i wanted people to hear.
I guess i'm glad for the most part that i have a break this week which will give me a chance to have time for me. Yes i do have things planned, but at least its things i want to do :D
So on saturday night i watched an interesting documentary, actually it was quite horrific. For thos of you who don't know, there is a child- control population policy in place in China. This means that each family can only have one child, due to the already high- density living conditions.
Fair enough, this is taking away civil and humanitarian rights etc, but all this aside, what is not realised is that in China, it is extremely important for families to have male children. In the eyes of the chinese, they are the bread winners. They are the ones that carry the family line. If families have girls, they marry out of the family and thus the line is discontinued.
Not so much of a big deal right? Wrong. This is horrible, because due to many Chinese families in China having these deeply- rooted views, thousands of baby girls are being abandoned in orphanages, being killed by their own families or aborted as soon as families learn their sex.
This is not oly horrific and totally wrong, but is only the start of a scandal that is under the convers. In orphanages all over China, majority of the children are baby girls. But they are not taken care of because of these outdated views.
There are rooms, nicknamed the "Dying Rooms" in which baby girls are left in to die, once they are deemed "unwell". This means that they are just left in a room, not fed or looked after, until they pass away and another child discovers them, informing the nurses; at which point they dispose of the body.
There are also hundreds of toddlers tied into four-to-a-seat potty chairs, which they sit in day after day, can only rock back and forth as they hang suspended over a chair to dispose of their bodily fluids. This is only the start of the horrific conditions.
I know that not much can be done, but awareness is key.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_Uq3z7KOjM
Please watch the link, and watch all four parts.
Thanks for your time.
I guess i'm glad for the most part that i have a break this week which will give me a chance to have time for me. Yes i do have things planned, but at least its things i want to do :D
So on saturday night i watched an interesting documentary, actually it was quite horrific. For thos of you who don't know, there is a child- control population policy in place in China. This means that each family can only have one child, due to the already high- density living conditions.
Fair enough, this is taking away civil and humanitarian rights etc, but all this aside, what is not realised is that in China, it is extremely important for families to have male children. In the eyes of the chinese, they are the bread winners. They are the ones that carry the family line. If families have girls, they marry out of the family and thus the line is discontinued.
Not so much of a big deal right? Wrong. This is horrible, because due to many Chinese families in China having these deeply- rooted views, thousands of baby girls are being abandoned in orphanages, being killed by their own families or aborted as soon as families learn their sex.
This is not oly horrific and totally wrong, but is only the start of a scandal that is under the convers. In orphanages all over China, majority of the children are baby girls. But they are not taken care of because of these outdated views.
There are rooms, nicknamed the "Dying Rooms" in which baby girls are left in to die, once they are deemed "unwell". This means that they are just left in a room, not fed or looked after, until they pass away and another child discovers them, informing the nurses; at which point they dispose of the body.
There are also hundreds of toddlers tied into four-to-a-seat potty chairs, which they sit in day after day, can only rock back and forth as they hang suspended over a chair to dispose of their bodily fluids. This is only the start of the horrific conditions.
I know that not much can be done, but awareness is key.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_Uq3z7KOjM
Please watch the link, and watch all four parts.
Thanks for your time.
Friday, April 16, 2010
The Back-hand five!
Ok, so today, I had a chat with a friend, about nothing in particular, I just now that I have been in a cloud of tiredness, a zombie-like state if you will for the past two days. I think this is mainly because I am getting sick as well, but the fact that a great whopping essay was due today and I went to my class movie screening this after noon, featuring a movie that apart from the plot, had characters that were about as interesting as watching paint dry.
Shortly after, I was making my weary, tired way to the bus stop to go home, and spotted a friend who I had a conversation with about the back-hand five. I had first told him that to wake myself up during the movie screening, my hand suddenly had a life of its own and smacked myself in the face 3 times to wake me up, after which my friend and I had burst into a fit of laughter, which I'm am quite sure did not impress the people around us.
Anyways, back to my point… the back-hand five. It could also be called the "Dorsum five". Apparently a solution to hitting yourself in the face, if you want to eliminate the noise of smacking without losing any of the force. So in effect, the back of your hand gets more usage, and you can basically tell your palms to kick back for a while.
My friend even showed me that starting with a back-hand five, and ending with another hand movement like thumbs up or spirit fingers, looks way cooler than starting with a regular high-five. Say you "totally owned" a business meeting or presentation. The back-hand five is the perfect solution to discreetly acknowledge your success under the table with a friend.
This also made me think of the other usages of the back-hand five. I mean think of the possibilities. I'm sure the back of my hand has never been so excited to learn it will now be as loved as the palms of my hands. No longer will it be the tortured canvas, used to write notes on, where a piece of paper can't be located. (as for you forearm, you have to work harder to plead your case).
We could use the back-hand five as an alternative to the handshake- yes I do know that this idea is revolutionary and controversial, but consider it a gift from a resident Germaphobe. Ever been in a situation where you were forced to shake the hand of someone undesirable? Imagine here if you will, a sweaty, smelly man, so weighed down by his rolls of oleaginous flesh that he huffs and puffs after a short trip from his office desk to the bathroom. Would you want to shake this man's hand? What if it meant the difference between getting a job to stay afloat and feed your family, and living in a cardboard box in a side alley for the remainder of your natural-born life? Ok maybe not that extreme, but you get the point.
Just imagine, a simple back- hand five, no transference of germs and sweat to your hands, no offence taken by a potential employer, and the world is right.
We can even use the back-hand five when we have really bad aim. Ever noticed that it is a bit of a fine art to master the high-five? Some people can't get it right until the fourth or fifth attempt. This, quite frankly is embarrassing. But with the back-hand five, we are slowing down the process, enabling even the most simple-minded people to master the art.
Essentially it is a community building exercise that can be intimate or professional, and one day I am hoping will take over the world.
Say NO to PALMS! Say yes to your DORSUM'S!!!
Thankyou, and sorry for not blogging yesterday, I had an assignment to pump out. :D
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Friends…
So in light of events that have occurred around me and to me in the last six months, I was seriously thinking about my group of friends. I am a bit of a floater, I always have been. I tend to make friends with many different groups of friends, and seem to fit onto a lot of different groups. Or at least I hope this is the case. I was also thinking about how much my friends mean to me.
Often in the past, I have had issues with friends, feeling like I'm not being appreciated and feeling like I was being used, but all of those are behind me now. I have been left behind by many people in my life, people I thought I trusted, but my real friends have always been there for me; for this I am eternally grateful.
My new friends, my old friends, and everyone in between, your presence alone inspires me and keeps me going. People, you know who you are, and you are amongst those I value most. Yes I may not always agree with you on things, and yes I am terribly annoying. But it really touches me that for the first time I have friends that need me for me and not for what I have or what I can do for them.
This post was not addressing any issues and is not meant to be heavy. It's just an expression of the things I cannot often say, or appear to have no emotion about. This is partly because if I did show emotion in front of you, I would be scared of your reactions. I am really glad to have all of you in my life.
That is all. J
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
A cause much attacked, but rarely understood.
Today I was approached by a friend who is part of the left focus group at uni and he saved me a t-shirt, which I felt very privileged to have might I add. Although I am not as heavily involved in politics as my friend is, however I am always up for a good cause and to support my friend whenever possible. They were also handing out mission sheets for things they propose to change or hope to change if they were elected into student council. This was interesting as I often think that many of the goals political parties propose, no matter how significant the party is, are ludicrous and nearly impossible to achieve. I am proud to say that these did not look this way, rather taking a more student- oriented approach to fighting for a good cause.
One of the causes that I was most concerned with was the fight for same sex marriage. Even thought I myself am not gay, I think this an excellent cause. I may be shooting myself in the foot by saying this, but I think that those opposed to such causes should think about reconsidering their views or at least consider the views of those involved. The Church in particular is a huge non-follower of this cause and although I do see some of their beliefs, I struggle to deal with others.
Many of my friends are heavily involved in religious endeavours, and I do often find that i cannot see eye to eye with these views including the belief that being "Gay" is wrong. I mean, according to some interpretations of the bible, God is saying that being in a relationship with someone other than that of the opposite sex is wrong. But then he goes on to say that we should love all things no matter what they are, and we should never judge our neighbours. So how can these two ideas cohabitate?
How is that people can even say that they don't accept that people are gay and continue to be their friends anyways? Isn't ignoring homosexuality as bad as condemning it? I mean what is so wrong about two people loving each other, regardless of what "bits" they have downstairs?
Research has even demonstrated that humans are actually born being attracted to the same sex, and it is a learned trait that majority of the population seek mates in the opposite sex. But the question of religion versus science is a whole other issue that I won't get into right now.
I myself have a lot of gay friends and have no problem with it whatsoever. I think it matters more that you seek happiness in this life by whatever means you choose than anything else. It also matters more that you don't ignore who you are, or refuse to see and accept people as they are. Taking inspiration from Martin Luther King, we should care more about the content of a person's character than their skin colour, physical attributes, or as I believe, their sexual orientation.
I am not crusading madly for a cause, but rather attempting to show that just because someone may not understand an issue; it doesn't mean we should revile it.
This is also not targeted at anyone, but merely in support of people i know and my own thoughts about this issue currently. :)
Thank you. J
Monday, April 12, 2010
Comments on a pimple.
So, in light of my recent acquisition of a hefty load of acne vulgaris i have decided to dissect what really annoys us about the common pimple. To be quite honest, apart from the sometimes dull throb of pimples that are quite sizeable and developing, we wouldn't really notice them at all if we never looked in a mirror.
Why do they annoy us? that little white sack of pus, that comes to a head that, no matter how disgusting, most people cannot resist the urge to squeeze. It has come to my attention that people regularly think about their pimples- and more so the less you have of them. You know the type- those people with not a spot in sight for years who constantly whinge about a microscopic spot they may gain for a few hours out of their whole lives.
What about those with acne? Do they spend a majority of their time not thinking about their pimples, because they have adapted to the fact that they have them? What is the current thought process on this?
I want to know how much time a day all different types of people spend thinking about pimple. For example, people with darker skin, upon receiving such a gracious gift; Do they automatically think about it because it will contrast more against their skin colour, or do people with fairer skin think about it more, because it so interrupts their porcelain beauty?
Whatever way you slice it, it is something that none of us humans can get away from, unless we can somehow train our sub-sebaceous glands to not produce oils.
In short, pimple go away, hassle me never more! :(
Why do they annoy us? that little white sack of pus, that comes to a head that, no matter how disgusting, most people cannot resist the urge to squeeze. It has come to my attention that people regularly think about their pimples- and more so the less you have of them. You know the type- those people with not a spot in sight for years who constantly whinge about a microscopic spot they may gain for a few hours out of their whole lives.
What about those with acne? Do they spend a majority of their time not thinking about their pimples, because they have adapted to the fact that they have them? What is the current thought process on this?
I want to know how much time a day all different types of people spend thinking about pimple. For example, people with darker skin, upon receiving such a gracious gift; Do they automatically think about it because it will contrast more against their skin colour, or do people with fairer skin think about it more, because it so interrupts their porcelain beauty?
Whatever way you slice it, it is something that none of us humans can get away from, unless we can somehow train our sub-sebaceous glands to not produce oils.
In short, pimple go away, hassle me never more! :(
Sunday, April 11, 2010
How things change.
I was actually sitting on Facebook, watching as the home feed continuously refreshed, with all my friends posting statuses, their photos from recent places they have been, and things of the like. I realised one major thing, i feel like i still am in contact with all of these people.
The truth is, some people from school i haven't seen in a year, but the magic of facebook makes the knowledge of their exact whereabouts and every intimate detail of their lives possible to view at the click of a button.
At first when i thought about it, it scared me a little, myself being sucked into this world. I mean, why do we now find out things like someones relationship status from their facebook profile? We can access photos of people we have never met before in our lives, by going through a few pages. Is this the baseline of Internet stalking?
Facebook is praised as a social utility and the truth is, i wouldn't give it up for the world. I think that it's one of the only ways i do keep in contact with my friends. But in the same way it has made keeping friends simple and impersonal. We no longer need to make an effort to pick up the phone or go and see someone to claim that we have "talked" to them. After all, a simple wall post will do.
I am also finding that when i see someone i haven't seen in ages, and they tell me something, my usual response is "oh yeah i saw that on facebook". This is the same with alot of people i am sure.
But why is this so? Why do we continue to post our personal details for everyone to see, rather than telling our friends what is going on in our lives. For many people facebook is the main destination when we visit a computer.
So what would we do without this social utility? Sure myspace achieved this to a degree, however you would still be only able to see someones profile as they wished you to see it.
I am not saying that i am not a serial offender, in the facebook phenomenon, but i am also saying that i too have become lazy in communicating with friends that i consider myself to be close to.
Now why, i must ask myself has this happened? Is it that i have no time? We all claim to be super- busy, but how is it that we can make time for the people that are immediately around us. Why do we stop making an effort as soon as it takes a little more effort to stay in touch. Why is that we continue to say to people that "we should hang out" and yet deep down we secretly know it will never happen.
As for this much i can safely say i am no stranger to these crimes. For me, i think its about re-evaluation. Who or what is most important to me? Its definitely, i think, food for thought...
The truth is, some people from school i haven't seen in a year, but the magic of facebook makes the knowledge of their exact whereabouts and every intimate detail of their lives possible to view at the click of a button.
At first when i thought about it, it scared me a little, myself being sucked into this world. I mean, why do we now find out things like someones relationship status from their facebook profile? We can access photos of people we have never met before in our lives, by going through a few pages. Is this the baseline of Internet stalking?
Facebook is praised as a social utility and the truth is, i wouldn't give it up for the world. I think that it's one of the only ways i do keep in contact with my friends. But in the same way it has made keeping friends simple and impersonal. We no longer need to make an effort to pick up the phone or go and see someone to claim that we have "talked" to them. After all, a simple wall post will do.
I am also finding that when i see someone i haven't seen in ages, and they tell me something, my usual response is "oh yeah i saw that on facebook". This is the same with alot of people i am sure.
But why is this so? Why do we continue to post our personal details for everyone to see, rather than telling our friends what is going on in our lives. For many people facebook is the main destination when we visit a computer.
So what would we do without this social utility? Sure myspace achieved this to a degree, however you would still be only able to see someones profile as they wished you to see it.
I am not saying that i am not a serial offender, in the facebook phenomenon, but i am also saying that i too have become lazy in communicating with friends that i consider myself to be close to.
Now why, i must ask myself has this happened? Is it that i have no time? We all claim to be super- busy, but how is it that we can make time for the people that are immediately around us. Why do we stop making an effort as soon as it takes a little more effort to stay in touch. Why is that we continue to say to people that "we should hang out" and yet deep down we secretly know it will never happen.
As for this much i can safely say i am no stranger to these crimes. For me, i think its about re-evaluation. Who or what is most important to me? Its definitely, i think, food for thought...
Start of an Era
So I'm always having thoughts about the most random things and i have been told i can be a great writer, so i thought it high time to go online and start a blog.
To me, writing, like reading is an escape from reality, from the things we all find difficult, a release. Whether anyone ever reads this or not, i am glad to have written it. I am glad to be able to express it. I am glad to continue thinking it.
A great writer once said "You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot touch you". This is a great thought. I believe it can take you to another world, give you strength when nothing else does and even have the ability to inspire someone else to do the same. So with this in mind, i begin...
as always, Shanlara... :)
To me, writing, like reading is an escape from reality, from the things we all find difficult, a release. Whether anyone ever reads this or not, i am glad to have written it. I am glad to be able to express it. I am glad to continue thinking it.
A great writer once said "You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot touch you". This is a great thought. I believe it can take you to another world, give you strength when nothing else does and even have the ability to inspire someone else to do the same. So with this in mind, i begin...
as always, Shanlara... :)
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