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Uhh really stomach ache…I must have an intolerance to very fatty foods or something. Tis very sad.
Anyway, I’d love to find an old-school camera one day…one of those really ancient ones from the 50s or 60s. I’d also like a Polaroid camera; a proper one, not the ones that print out tiny stick-on photos. I really like taking blurring pictures of lights (What am I a moth? I think therefore I am), but it’s really quite difficult getting that effect with these new-fangled digital cameras. Perhaps I should go buy a disposable camera?
My dream of hippy hair is (almost) three-quarters of the way there. I just need to hold out for a max of 2-3 months and it’ll be at the desired length i.e. the shortest parts of the layers will be up to the crook of my elbow. At which point I can cut it!
It’s great; I don’t even bother brushing it now when I leave it out and to think I spent a few years trying to get it to stay straight and whatnot. It’s very convenient…except when it snags under the strap of my super-Asian Country Road bag (I may own one, but I am not one of them).
I’m not afraid of dodgy people i.e. wannabe gangsters, youths (unruly adolescents…you need to pronounce it as /’yooothhz/)…etc, but I am occasionally freaked by creepy people. There’s this weirdo on my station who I do not know at all, but for the last half year or so, he creepily seeks me out on the platform to say hi to me. I know that it’s really quite harmless when someone tries to be friendly and an occasional hello is nothing to be worried about. But seriously, this guy is not someone I particularly want to be acquainted with. He always has a really needy, clingy expression, coupled with the fact that he watches me. For example, how comfortable would you feel if you were waiting for your lift home and there’s some dude standing 15 metres away watching and then continues to stare when you’ve gotten into the car and are driving off?
Thank goodness, I almost always have a train buddy, or else he’d probably come and sit with me.
All this talk of creepy people reminds me, I was just thinking (as I do) about how one would defend oneself when one comes under attack or is harassed. One of my favourite topics of discussion is what would you do to get out of a dangerous situation i.e. where would kick/whack someone and using what? Well, I reckon-and God-forbid that this will ever happen but I think if you’re ever in a situation where you’re being forcefully apprehended, scream your head off-but scream like a man i.e. if you’re a girl. Honestly, this sounds insane but I think it would be an effective distraction and enough of a distraction to give you enough time to escape. I know it sounds stupid, but I stand by it…so think about. I think it’s as important as that email that goes around listing the different things you can do to protect yourself e.g. using keys as weapons, going in through the passenger seat if you’re next to a (white…it’s always a white van) van, not sitting around in your car when in a car park/at night or not having your hair in easy to grab hairstyles like braids (or hippy hair for that matter…damn, my hair snags on my own bag for goodness sake). I’ve told some of you guys about this (my man-scream theory)…many times but I just like repeating myself because that’s just what I do.
I’d love to learn how to use ordinary items as weapons…damn that would be so cool and useful in a really violent way…
Possible Tools of Defence (it just sounds nicer):
- A pen…yes an ordinary pen can be a weapon (I’ll never forget that, whenever I think about unorthodox weapons, this is the first thing that always springs to mind. i.e. from that talk by the policeman in the library who asked “Would you kiss this man?”)
- An umbrella (one of those long ones) (actually my TKD club teaches how to use umbrellas as weapons)
- Your bag
- Lanyard (with keys and USB attached)
- Keys (but I’ve tried working out how to hold them comfortably, but I can’t figure out how)
- A handbag full of 50cent coins (my Year 5 teacher used to threaten us that if we didn’t behave, his mother with come in and whack us with her coin-filled handbag, of course I’m sure he wasn’t serious about the whacking part-but the handbag’s kind of cool)…ok not really…
- Bobby pins (how ninja would that be)
- An engagement ring or any ring with a stone that isn’t embedded into the actual ring (I’m sure there’s a jewellery term for that but I do not know it, so please; enlighten me if you do know the term. Really, I’m very curious. )
Ok…I admit it…I secretly want to be a ninja. You can go to these “ninja” training places in Japan. You even get to carry out a “mission”…however, it’s all very touristy, and so you’re not really a ninja.
Gender is a really interesting topic, as is sexuality. We learned a bit about sex determination a couple of weeks ago and I’m not sure why but I find it strange and yet understandable that we place so much importance on our gender. Or more specifically, being able to fit into one of the ‘two’ gender categories. It’s this inherent need to fit into a gender & not necessarily your genetic gender (i.e. your sex chromosomes: XX, XY, XXY etc…you’re considered male if you have a Y chromosome) but just fe/male. People are thinking about creating the third gender but I don’t think that our world is ready for that yet. If I were to say to you now that although you look like a certain gender but in actual fact, you’re the opposite gender…I think most of us would have heart attacks. It must be terrifying for people to be told that they’re not actually the gender that they thought they were. In some cases, there are people who look outwardly female but have male reproductive organs-so they spend they’re childhood and early teens being raised as a girl, but when they hit puberty they start ‘becoming a man’, so to speak. I don’t know how you could handle that kind of news.
Apparently, abnormal combinations of sex chromosomes are quite frequent in the general population. Generally, it’s not as noticeable in girls as it is in guys…in fact in one case (I can’t remember the name for the condition); the women with a Y chromosome actually appear more feminine.
Ahh, just when you think everything’s as complicated as it’ll ever be, something new and unfathomable pops up.
We live in such a strange world. By the way, is anyone a fan of or knows of the Mighty Boosh. Well, if not get ye onto this crazy stuff! I love it, fantastic it is. Actually I better put in a disclaimer because not everyone is going to like it =].
I just watched ‘The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas’ last night. It was pretty good and one of the most depressing movies I’ve ever seen (but in a good way because I don’t like movies with a fairytale, all-is-well ending. From the beginning there was a heavy feeling of dread which was why it was depressing. I didn’t cry as much as I thought I would though. I asked my friend to lend me lots of crying-inducing movies. I shall watch ‘Breakfast with Scot’ tomorrow.
We have an evil, black and white cat in the neighbourhood and it hates my family cos’ my parents always chase it away (& rightly so, because it only does nasty things, when it comes to my house, like to shit and to run across the porch with muddy paws). On another note, my brother can imitate cat mannerisms rather well…he was telling me about how the (evil) cat was attacking a bit of plastic on a windy day and proceeding to mime this; he had the facial expressions going and everything. Twas very amusing heehee.
Anyway, a couple of months ago, it took a dump on the backyard and now we’re perpetually avoiding that area (which has grown into a healthy clover patch about 20cm high), as advised by my germophobic mother. I should also add that no-one bothered to pick it up from the lawn and chuck it into the bin; we opted for a much lazier and crazier method of popping a Styrofoam box over the top of it for about a month and allowed it to disintegrate and form compost (as nature intended).
All would be well, even with the box and now this extremely proliferative clover patch if it were anywhere else on the lawn, but it just so happens to be right next to the clothes line…as in under it…the place you need to walk, in order to hang up clothes.
Hanging up the clothes has never been so bothersome. It’s really not an easy task avoiding quite a large area of the ground and our washing loads aren’t small either, so we generally need to use all/most of the lines. Furthermore, my mum now hangs up everything with at least 3 pegs (pants require 4 pegs) in case they fall down onto the cat-poo soiled ground.
I wonder how long we’ll need to keep this up. My dad’s got to mow the lawn eventually. I keep reminding her about how I went to an Agricultural high school and that there must’ve have been a million instances where she’s come in contact with remnant cow poo I brought back home…and really, we were sitting around in, touching, eating (because we didn’t always wash our hands before eating) remnant animal poo, but mostly cow poo. It’s awful but really, it’s the truth…our shoes & bags spread it everywhere and I was one to lie on the ground and grass, so I must’ve been covered in it. So really, coming in contact with poo is nothing new.
I should just go and mow that patch and end this insanity myself.
I don’t want this to ever happen but sometimes, I wonder what it feels like to be burned by hot metal. Sometimes, I get momemts of (almost) disinhibition where I want to touch my iron or hair straightener (which btw is caput…it turns off as soon as I release the lock to use it…luckily you guys happen to buy one with a 2nd travel size straightener, soo thanks for that!). It’s like a morbid fascination but not quite, I’m sure there’s some weird psychological term and reasoning for that but let us not delve into my twisted mind.
I watched High School Musical 1 yesterday and liked it. Is that bad? I also want to read the Twilight series. One more thing, Zac Effron is a man-child (that’s a bad thing).
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Anyway, I’d love to find an old-school camera one day…one of those really ancient ones from the 50s or 60s. I’d also like a Polaroid camera; a proper one, not the ones that print out tiny stick-on photos. I really like taking blurring pictures of lights (What am I a moth? I think therefore I am), but it’s really quite difficult getting that effect with these new-fangled digital cameras. Perhaps I should go buy a disposable camera?
My dream of hippy hair is (almost) three-quarters of the way there. I just need to hold out for a max of 2-3 months and it’ll be at the desired length i.e. the shortest parts of the layers will be up to the crook of my elbow. At which point I can cut it!
It’s great; I don’t even bother brushing it now when I leave it out and to think I spent a few years trying to get it to stay straight and whatnot. It’s very convenient…except when it snags under the strap of my super-Asian Country Road bag (I may own one, but I am not one of them).
I’m not afraid of dodgy people i.e. wannabe gangsters, youths (unruly adolescents…you need to pronounce it as /’yooothhz/)…etc, but I am occasionally freaked by creepy people. There’s this weirdo on my station who I do not know at all, but for the last half year or so, he creepily seeks me out on the platform to say hi to me. I know that it’s really quite harmless when someone tries to be friendly and an occasional hello is nothing to be worried about. But seriously, this guy is not someone I particularly want to be acquainted with. He always has a really needy, clingy expression, coupled with the fact that he watches me. For example, how comfortable would you feel if you were waiting for your lift home and there’s some dude standing 15 metres away watching and then continues to stare when you’ve gotten into the car and are driving off?
Thank goodness, I almost always have a train buddy, or else he’d probably come and sit with me.
All this talk of creepy people reminds me, I was just thinking (as I do) about how one would defend oneself when one comes under attack or is harassed. One of my favourite topics of discussion is what would you do to get out of a dangerous situation i.e. where would kick/whack someone and using what? Well, I reckon-and God-forbid that this will ever happen but I think if you’re ever in a situation where you’re being forcefully apprehended, scream your head off-but scream like a man i.e. if you’re a girl. Honestly, this sounds insane but I think it would be an effective distraction and enough of a distraction to give you enough time to escape. I know it sounds stupid, but I stand by it…so think about. I think it’s as important as that email that goes around listing the different things you can do to protect yourself e.g. using keys as weapons, going in through the passenger seat if you’re next to a (white…it’s always a white van) van, not sitting around in your car when in a car park/at night or not having your hair in easy to grab hairstyles like braids (or hippy hair for that matter…damn, my hair snags on my own bag for goodness sake). I’ve told some of you guys about this (my man-scream theory)…many times but I just like repeating myself because that’s just what I do.
I’d love to learn how to use ordinary items as weapons…damn that would be so cool and useful in a really violent way…
Possible Tools of Defence (it just sounds nicer):
- A pen…yes an ordinary pen can be a weapon (I’ll never forget that, whenever I think about unorthodox weapons, this is the first thing that always springs to mind. i.e. from that talk by the policeman in the library who asked “Would you kiss this man?”)
- An umbrella (one of those long ones) (actually my TKD club teaches how to use umbrellas as weapons)
- Your bag
- Lanyard (with keys and USB attached)
- Keys (but I’ve tried working out how to hold them comfortably, but I can’t figure out how)
- A handbag full of 50cent coins (my Year 5 teacher used to threaten us that if we didn’t behave, his mother with come in and whack us with her coin-filled handbag, of course I’m sure he wasn’t serious about the whacking part-but the handbag’s kind of cool)…ok not really…
- Bobby pins (how ninja would that be)
- An engagement ring or any ring with a stone that isn’t embedded into the actual ring (I’m sure there’s a jewellery term for that but I do not know it, so please; enlighten me if you do know the term. Really, I’m very curious. )
Ok…I admit it…I secretly want to be a ninja. You can go to these “ninja” training places in Japan. You even get to carry out a “mission”…however, it’s all very touristy, and so you’re not really a ninja.
Gender is a really interesting topic, as is sexuality. We learned a bit about sex determination a couple of weeks ago and I’m not sure why but I find it strange and yet understandable that we place so much importance on our gender. Or more specifically, being able to fit into one of the ‘two’ gender categories. It’s this inherent need to fit into a gender & not necessarily your genetic gender (i.e. your sex chromosomes: XX, XY, XXY etc…you’re considered male if you have a Y chromosome) but just fe/male. People are thinking about creating the third gender but I don’t think that our world is ready for that yet. If I were to say to you now that although you look like a certain gender but in actual fact, you’re the opposite gender…I think most of us would have heart attacks. It must be terrifying for people to be told that they’re not actually the gender that they thought they were. In some cases, there are people who look outwardly female but have male reproductive organs-so they spend they’re childhood and early teens being raised as a girl, but when they hit puberty they start ‘becoming a man’, so to speak. I don’t know how you could handle that kind of news.
Apparently, abnormal combinations of sex chromosomes are quite frequent in the general population. Generally, it’s not as noticeable in girls as it is in guys…in fact in one case (I can’t remember the name for the condition); the women with a Y chromosome actually appear more feminine.
Ahh, just when you think everything’s as complicated as it’ll ever be, something new and unfathomable pops up.
We live in such a strange world. By the way, is anyone a fan of or knows of the Mighty Boosh. Well, if not get ye onto this crazy stuff! I love it, fantastic it is. Actually I better put in a disclaimer because not everyone is going to like it =].
I just watched ‘The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas’ last night. It was pretty good and one of the most depressing movies I’ve ever seen (but in a good way because I don’t like movies with a fairytale, all-is-well ending. From the beginning there was a heavy feeling of dread which was why it was depressing. I didn’t cry as much as I thought I would though. I asked my friend to lend me lots of crying-inducing movies. I shall watch ‘Breakfast with Scot’ tomorrow.
We have an evil, black and white cat in the neighbourhood and it hates my family cos’ my parents always chase it away (& rightly so, because it only does nasty things, when it comes to my house, like to shit and to run across the porch with muddy paws). On another note, my brother can imitate cat mannerisms rather well…he was telling me about how the (evil) cat was attacking a bit of plastic on a windy day and proceeding to mime this; he had the facial expressions going and everything. Twas very amusing heehee.
Anyway, a couple of months ago, it took a dump on the backyard and now we’re perpetually avoiding that area (which has grown into a healthy clover patch about 20cm high), as advised by my germophobic mother. I should also add that no-one bothered to pick it up from the lawn and chuck it into the bin; we opted for a much lazier and crazier method of popping a Styrofoam box over the top of it for about a month and allowed it to disintegrate and form compost (as nature intended).
All would be well, even with the box and now this extremely proliferative clover patch if it were anywhere else on the lawn, but it just so happens to be right next to the clothes line…as in under it…the place you need to walk, in order to hang up clothes.
Hanging up the clothes has never been so bothersome. It’s really not an easy task avoiding quite a large area of the ground and our washing loads aren’t small either, so we generally need to use all/most of the lines. Furthermore, my mum now hangs up everything with at least 3 pegs (pants require 4 pegs) in case they fall down onto the cat-poo soiled ground.
I wonder how long we’ll need to keep this up. My dad’s got to mow the lawn eventually. I keep reminding her about how I went to an Agricultural high school and that there must’ve have been a million instances where she’s come in contact with remnant cow poo I brought back home…and really, we were sitting around in, touching, eating (because we didn’t always wash our hands before eating) remnant animal poo, but mostly cow poo. It’s awful but really, it’s the truth…our shoes & bags spread it everywhere and I was one to lie on the ground and grass, so I must’ve been covered in it. So really, coming in contact with poo is nothing new.
I should just go and mow that patch and end this insanity myself.
I don’t want this to ever happen but sometimes, I wonder what it feels like to be burned by hot metal. Sometimes, I get momemts of (almost) disinhibition where I want to touch my iron or hair straightener (which btw is caput…it turns off as soon as I release the lock to use it…luckily you guys happen to buy one with a 2nd travel size straightener, soo thanks for that!). It’s like a morbid fascination but not quite, I’m sure there’s some weird psychological term and reasoning for that but let us not delve into my twisted mind.
I watched High School Musical 1 yesterday and liked it. Is that bad? I also want to read the Twilight series. One more thing, Zac Effron is a man-child (that’s a bad thing).
LOVE