OMG I've had such a good day!!
I woke up, and then went to counselling which wasn't so good, but when I got home I went to my flatmates room and he hugged me and I sat with him and watched Heroes - which was really good!!
Afterwards we stayed in his room and watched stand up comedy on youtube - hilarious!
After that, at 6pm we went to BINGO! oh yeah, bingo, and after 3and a half hours, he won £80 which we split 50/50!!!
but it was so much fuuuun!!
Then we walked home and bought some takeaway, and sat on his bed and watched HAIRSPRAY! and I love that film, I'd never seen it before, and it was so good.
And I've just left his room, and I'm going to get some sleep now.
But I've smiled and laughed so much today :)
Wednesday 29 October 2008
Sunday 26 October 2008
About something that happened - can't speak french in flandres!
I'll summarise the article.
Last week, this 14year old bilingual French/Dutch girl, living in Flandres, going to a Flemish school, was attacked, cut 38times with a cutter, because she spoke French in Flandres.
She was outside school, after school, talking to her friend in french. Someone from her school, another student, beckoned her over, and then she was surrounded by other students. She got scared so took out her cutter, and in the struggle it fell and was picked up by one of the other kids, who cut her whilst the others held her, she got away after having been cut 38times, whilst the kids laughed and others who were watching laughed and clapped. All because she spoke French with her friend.
How unbelievable is that???
The girl then went home, told her mum who went to the police to complain. The girl was kicked out of school, because the headmaster said she probably cut herself and he can't insure her safety at school. The police can't do anything because there is no law against language discrimination.
So that's that for now.
I am shocked! It's just insane!!
Firstly I can't stand this stupid thing with the flemish wanting everyone to speak dutch, that kids in schools must ONLY speak dutch, after school groups, like football teams must be ONLY in dutch, restaurants have to be in dutch only and so forth. You can't even speak a different language to a family member!! I read that this one family, they were perfectly bilingual, but because they didn't speak dutch at home, they weren't allowed to buy a house in flandres..
The flemish are OUT OF CONTROL!
This sort of goes with my racism post.
HOW can they be so .... so.... gah I'm so angry at this that I can't even put how i feel into words.
Last week, this 14year old bilingual French/Dutch girl, living in Flandres, going to a Flemish school, was attacked, cut 38times with a cutter, because she spoke French in Flandres.
She was outside school, after school, talking to her friend in french. Someone from her school, another student, beckoned her over, and then she was surrounded by other students. She got scared so took out her cutter, and in the struggle it fell and was picked up by one of the other kids, who cut her whilst the others held her, she got away after having been cut 38times, whilst the kids laughed and others who were watching laughed and clapped. All because she spoke French with her friend.
How unbelievable is that???
The girl then went home, told her mum who went to the police to complain. The girl was kicked out of school, because the headmaster said she probably cut herself and he can't insure her safety at school. The police can't do anything because there is no law against language discrimination.
So that's that for now.
I am shocked! It's just insane!!
Firstly I can't stand this stupid thing with the flemish wanting everyone to speak dutch, that kids in schools must ONLY speak dutch, after school groups, like football teams must be ONLY in dutch, restaurants have to be in dutch only and so forth. You can't even speak a different language to a family member!! I read that this one family, they were perfectly bilingual, but because they didn't speak dutch at home, they weren't allowed to buy a house in flandres..
The flemish are OUT OF CONTROL!
This sort of goes with my racism post.
HOW can they be so .... so.... gah I'm so angry at this that I can't even put how i feel into words.
It's appalling, and just.. pathetic.
Saturday 25 October 2008
Racism
Racism, by its simplest definition, is the belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race. People with racist beliefs might hate certain groups of people according to their racial groups
I hate racism. I don't understand it.
I mean, how can people hate other people, solely on their skin colour and/or religion?
especially someone you don't know.
My brother is racist. He doesn't like black people ( which he refers to as niggers and/or monkeys) and he doesn't like asian people.
I don't understand why he feels this way. I've tried talking to him. but he does end up being hypocritical when there's say, a black actor whom he likes, but he tries to find an excuse like "he doesn't look black".
People like him, who hate others just because they look different. it doesn't make sense to me.
To me, people are people. We all have the same things (body wise). We all have skin, organs, hair, voices etc.. so how can pigmentation, something natural, cause such boundaries?!
It's not as if black people or asian people were somehow less capable or more capable or whatnot. it's not as if they were somehow different on a mental scale. We all have different languages and ways of thinking, but it doesn't make use better or worse than others. they are just differences.
With uni, we have anthropology, and in the practicals we examine skeletons, and the other week we had to examine the skull in order to identify which race/ethnicity the person was.
It was so hard to distinguish between one or the other, because they are so similar and the differences are minimal.
On a purely anatomical level, humans are the same with only slight variations when it comes to gender and ethnicity, which aren't always distinguishable.
On a physical level (as in the parts we can see), humans are pretty much the same, with again, slight variations, like height, weight, hair colour, hair texture etc.
So, if we are all so similar, why do some people hate others because of a) something they cannot control, and b) something which is natural?
In my mind, it's pathetic.
Wednesday 22 October 2008
Probably going on a trip with uni!
I have just read Esu's blog, and OMG, I will have to make a post or two about some of the things she's mentioned, but later.
I just want to YAY about today, because I went to the information meeting about the trip to Kenya. And my mum said I can go!
I'm probably GOING TO KEEEEEENYA!!!!!
The trip is a lot like the Zambia trip from nearly 3years ago, but there's no teaching in schools this time. We'd stay in a small camp, with similar huts, beds, people. We'd go and see various sites because this trip is for anthropologists and archaeologists. So looking at bones and anatomy and comparing them to humans and also seeing the difference between bones found indoors and outdoors (useful for forensics)
I really want to go.
I love Africa. I really do.
Thinking about Africa (not the main tourist places, but like our trip to Zambia),
it makes me smile :)
I just want to YAY about today, because I went to the information meeting about the trip to Kenya. And my mum said I can go!
I'm probably GOING TO KEEEEEENYA!!!!!
The trip is a lot like the Zambia trip from nearly 3years ago, but there's no teaching in schools this time. We'd stay in a small camp, with similar huts, beds, people. We'd go and see various sites because this trip is for anthropologists and archaeologists. So looking at bones and anatomy and comparing them to humans and also seeing the difference between bones found indoors and outdoors (useful for forensics)
I really want to go.
I love Africa. I really do.
Thinking about Africa (not the main tourist places, but like our trip to Zambia),
it makes me smile :)
Friday 17 October 2008
Money! it's evil
I actually should be getting ready to go to the library before uni.. So this may be a bit rushed
After reading Esu's blog about MSF and IMC, it got me angry.
not because of what she mentioned, but because of money.
Yes, MONEY.
That HORRIBLE word.
I hate it, I really do.
(well, actually I love having money, but it's more the concept of money and what it makes people do/not do)
Money is an evil thing.
All is does is create conflict, divides people, makes people rich and powerful whilst making others poor and insignificant.
I'm so sick and tired of this whole idea of, the more money you have the better you are, and if you have less than X amount you qualify as scum.
I admit that I sometimes just go with society. not so much with the idea of the more money the better, but more I feel uncomfortable around homeless people.
But the main thing that bothers me with money is that the people who have money, do nothing or very little with it. which relates to Esu's post on Africa.
I mean, there are people who have pots and pots of money, and they use it for personal benefit, when there are people who NEED it.
It reminds me of a scene in Hancock, where there is a meeting between people with money from pharmaceutical companies, and this one guy wants them to give one of their medicines, for free, to people in Africa who can't afford it.
And these men look stunned, "did you say for free?"
As if giving something, to people who really need it, without getting paid, is this alien concept which would kill them.
And it angers me that people don't give more often, that money is all they live by.
You don't realise it, but pretty much everything in everyday life is controlled by money.
How much you spend on food. How long you leave your lights on because of bills. How you travel because of the cost of a ticket. What clothes you wear because of laundry and paying for that.
Or what to buy because it'll cost £x and it might be cheaper next week. Or if you can go out with friends, because you'll need to spend £x.
It gets me so annoyed that we are all so restricted because of money. And those who aren't, pride themselves in having money, but I feel they don't deserve it, if all they are going to do is use it in order to get more money (eg, by investing)
People think money=happiness. IT DOES NOT!!!
Yes I have money, not a lot, but compared to people here at uni with me, I'm comfortable as they say. So when my friends need money, they want to go out and spend time with friends, but have only £10 for the next week, I will buy them drinks. If they need money to buy books, or clothes, or a present or anything really, I will lend them the money.
And everyone seems so surprised by this.
"you're lending them money? but they might not pay you back!"
and, so what?
Am I going to die, starve, fail uni or anything bad, because I've lent my friend £20???
No, I won't, and in the process I have made someone smile if just for a moment, doesn't that matter?
Why does money have to control our every move?! (well maybe not EVERY move, but you get my point)
It gets me so angry.
We are losing important parts of ourselves because of money. It can control our friendships, our family, our "label" in society.
It makes people restrict themselves, be mean, hate others, causes conflicts, and then it can fail and cause chaos (eg bankruptcies).
I mean, remember when the petrol prices when up? it caused so much uproar. All people saw was the price, they didn't think about WHY it went up, or WHERE it came from, or WHO was responsible, all they saw was "it's gone up, I have to spend more money"
it angers me
and saddens me
that bits of paper, coins, and imaginary money (I mean, when you go to the bank, there is no actual hard money there, when you check your bank account, they are just numbers on a screen...)
can cause so much pain, so many conflicts and debates and just... be such an important part in everything, when it really shouldn't be.
and a quick quote I just found
(I'm late for uni!!!!)
After reading Esu's blog about MSF and IMC, it got me angry.
not because of what she mentioned, but because of money.
Yes, MONEY.
That HORRIBLE word.
I hate it, I really do.
(well, actually I love having money, but it's more the concept of money and what it makes people do/not do)
Money is an evil thing.
All is does is create conflict, divides people, makes people rich and powerful whilst making others poor and insignificant.
I'm so sick and tired of this whole idea of, the more money you have the better you are, and if you have less than X amount you qualify as scum.
I admit that I sometimes just go with society. not so much with the idea of the more money the better, but more I feel uncomfortable around homeless people.
But the main thing that bothers me with money is that the people who have money, do nothing or very little with it. which relates to Esu's post on Africa.
I mean, there are people who have pots and pots of money, and they use it for personal benefit, when there are people who NEED it.
It reminds me of a scene in Hancock, where there is a meeting between people with money from pharmaceutical companies, and this one guy wants them to give one of their medicines, for free, to people in Africa who can't afford it.
And these men look stunned, "did you say for free?"
As if giving something, to people who really need it, without getting paid, is this alien concept which would kill them.
And it angers me that people don't give more often, that money is all they live by.
You don't realise it, but pretty much everything in everyday life is controlled by money.
How much you spend on food. How long you leave your lights on because of bills. How you travel because of the cost of a ticket. What clothes you wear because of laundry and paying for that.
Or what to buy because it'll cost £x and it might be cheaper next week. Or if you can go out with friends, because you'll need to spend £x.
It gets me so annoyed that we are all so restricted because of money. And those who aren't, pride themselves in having money, but I feel they don't deserve it, if all they are going to do is use it in order to get more money (eg, by investing)
People think money=happiness. IT DOES NOT!!!
Yes I have money, not a lot, but compared to people here at uni with me, I'm comfortable as they say. So when my friends need money, they want to go out and spend time with friends, but have only £10 for the next week, I will buy them drinks. If they need money to buy books, or clothes, or a present or anything really, I will lend them the money.
And everyone seems so surprised by this.
"you're lending them money? but they might not pay you back!"
and, so what?
Am I going to die, starve, fail uni or anything bad, because I've lent my friend £20???
No, I won't, and in the process I have made someone smile if just for a moment, doesn't that matter?
Why does money have to control our every move?! (well maybe not EVERY move, but you get my point)
It gets me so angry.
We are losing important parts of ourselves because of money. It can control our friendships, our family, our "label" in society.
It makes people restrict themselves, be mean, hate others, causes conflicts, and then it can fail and cause chaos (eg bankruptcies).
I mean, remember when the petrol prices when up? it caused so much uproar. All people saw was the price, they didn't think about WHY it went up, or WHERE it came from, or WHO was responsible, all they saw was "it's gone up, I have to spend more money"
it angers me
and saddens me
that bits of paper, coins, and imaginary money (I mean, when you go to the bank, there is no actual hard money there, when you check your bank account, they are just numbers on a screen...)
can cause so much pain, so many conflicts and debates and just... be such an important part in everything, when it really shouldn't be.
and a quick quote I just found
"He does not possess wealth; it possesses him."
Benjamin Franklin
(I'm late for uni!!!!)
Thursday 16 October 2008
Annoyed with a friend *rant*
Well, I want to do more informative posts, sort of, a bit more like Esu's blog.
Today I want to talk about a friend, and I'm really annoyed with him.
My friend, I confided in him about something that's not really a big deal (actually confided in him about other stuff too), just that I've never really had a proper relationship and so have not been intimate with guys(or girls for that matter). and he's gay, and he is, well, slag isn't really the right word, but he enjoys getting laid as often as he can.
All my friends here at uni just assume that I have been intimate, probably because everyone seems to think I'm in my 20's and they just assume, which doesn't bother me.
So, he likes sex. he loves it. he needs it. and he does talk about it with me, about various guys he's been with, about this one guy who is amazing in bed apparently, etc (not in detail obviously).
And I don't mind it.
But when I told him about me, he was gobsmacked (seriously, his jaw dropped and he just looked so shocked)
His reaction was
But I just told him that it's my life, he loves sex, good for him, and it doesn't bother me. I don't quite care right now. And when I'm ready to, I'll be ready to. I mean, it's my own private life so what the hell.
But he just kept going on and on about it. How I'm a freak for not having sex cause it's the best thing in the world and blah blah blah
It bothered me, I got annoyed but didn't really tell him.
I just kept telling him to stop going on about it, it's none of his business.
But he kept going on about it. And then we'd go out drinking and he'd drunkenly shout at me (when we were out with loads of people), saying "Cat you really need to get laid" , and he'd say it about... a dozen times a night.
And one time I got really angry, I got serious and said "ffs, if you keep going on about it and saying it whenever you get drunk I will get angry and I will stop talking to you"
(I mean, I confided in him, I trusted him, he's supposed to keep it to himself, it's none of his business, he shouldn't go round mentioning it)
He apologised and said he'd try not to go on about it when he's drunk.
And he stopped.... for about a week.
Last night, he got very drunk (as he always does)
and we were in his room with friends, chatting, drinking, smoking.
And I can't remember how it got mentioned, but he just blatantly went "Yeah and Cat's never had sex, she's a viiiiiiiirgin"
as if it was one of the worst things ever
And it's got me annoyed, it's not so much that the others now know, because to be honest, most were wasted and can't remember much, but one of them sort of knew and another he's probably my closest friend here at uni and I don't care if he knows.
It's the fact that he just blurted it out, as if.. it was just a casual conversation, and that my sex life was a perfectly normal thing to blurt out
I trusted him, (granted it's not something that's terribly important but still) and he just kept going on about it and then just told people.
He could blame the alcohol, but that is a shit excuse. it doesn't fucking work that way.
So yeah,
Right now I am so fucking pissed off at him.
I don't even want to talk to him or see him.
Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing?
I don't know how to react to it, what to do about it.
I don't want to forgive him, because I had warned him, asked him to be careful, and he didn't give a shit.
The alcohol is not an excuse.
*rant over*
Today I want to talk about a friend, and I'm really annoyed with him.
My friend, I confided in him about something that's not really a big deal (actually confided in him about other stuff too), just that I've never really had a proper relationship and so have not been intimate with guys(or girls for that matter). and he's gay, and he is, well, slag isn't really the right word, but he enjoys getting laid as often as he can.
All my friends here at uni just assume that I have been intimate, probably because everyone seems to think I'm in my 20's and they just assume, which doesn't bother me.
So, he likes sex. he loves it. he needs it. and he does talk about it with me, about various guys he's been with, about this one guy who is amazing in bed apparently, etc (not in detail obviously).
And I don't mind it.
But when I told him about me, he was gobsmacked (seriously, his jaw dropped and he just looked so shocked)
His reaction was
"OMG Cat, really? You HAVE to have sex, it is amazing, you're really missing out. Why don't you, I'll find you someone. You have to have sex, seriously how can you not?"Which, is not the best of responses.
But I just told him that it's my life, he loves sex, good for him, and it doesn't bother me. I don't quite care right now. And when I'm ready to, I'll be ready to. I mean, it's my own private life so what the hell.
But he just kept going on and on about it. How I'm a freak for not having sex cause it's the best thing in the world and blah blah blah
It bothered me, I got annoyed but didn't really tell him.
I just kept telling him to stop going on about it, it's none of his business.
But he kept going on about it. And then we'd go out drinking and he'd drunkenly shout at me (when we were out with loads of people), saying "Cat you really need to get laid" , and he'd say it about... a dozen times a night.
And one time I got really angry, I got serious and said "ffs, if you keep going on about it and saying it whenever you get drunk I will get angry and I will stop talking to you"
(I mean, I confided in him, I trusted him, he's supposed to keep it to himself, it's none of his business, he shouldn't go round mentioning it)
He apologised and said he'd try not to go on about it when he's drunk.
And he stopped.... for about a week.
Last night, he got very drunk (as he always does)
and we were in his room with friends, chatting, drinking, smoking.
And I can't remember how it got mentioned, but he just blatantly went "Yeah and Cat's never had sex, she's a viiiiiiiirgin"
as if it was one of the worst things ever
And it's got me annoyed, it's not so much that the others now know, because to be honest, most were wasted and can't remember much, but one of them sort of knew and another he's probably my closest friend here at uni and I don't care if he knows.
It's the fact that he just blurted it out, as if.. it was just a casual conversation, and that my sex life was a perfectly normal thing to blurt out
I trusted him, (granted it's not something that's terribly important but still) and he just kept going on about it and then just told people.
He could blame the alcohol, but that is a shit excuse. it doesn't fucking work that way.
So yeah,
Right now I am so fucking pissed off at him.
I don't even want to talk to him or see him.
Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing?
I don't know how to react to it, what to do about it.
I don't want to forgive him, because I had warned him, asked him to be careful, and he didn't give a shit.
The alcohol is not an excuse.
*rant over*
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