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

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

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

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! :(

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...

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... :)