Starbucks Mornings & Smiths Nights

I seem to have settled into a rather pleasant routine with Charlotte. After a night out we crawl out of bed around noon the next day and go to Starbucks or some cafe for brunch and overpriced coffee. We talk about lots of things, but mostly about how we haven't met any decent guys. It's our standard complaint. No boys no boys no boys, no nice boys.
If only we had real problems to whine about. But we don't.

We listen to the Smiths. Who articulate our woes a little bit perfectly:

There's a club if you'd like to go
you could meet somebody who really loves you
so you go, and you stand on your own
and you leave on your own
and you go home, and you cry
and you want to die

I prefer listening to the Smiths than cramming into a club with bad music.

Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And dont go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you

And thanks to my musical influence Char, we're going to see Morrissey in May!!

In my life
Why do I smile
At people who I'd much rather kick in the eye ?
I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now


I think I love her just a little bit

Waste of Paint

So I finally went to a protest.

I went to a protest. I didn't protest. I stood beside Charlotte on the fountain at Trafalgar Square sort of awkwardly, just watching.
It was against Israel, and to be honest, I don't know an awful lot about the whole Israel Palestine situation. I mean, I know roughly what's going on...and I do care. But I still didn't care with the burning passion of the people around me. I felt that same wave of sadness you feel when you hear about any atrocity, but nothing more or less, nothing that really hit home. Because of course what would hit home would be, well, home.

And home's what I'd love to protest about, actually do something about.

I just realised that I've gone past that age where the "oh well I'm too young to do anything" excuse can be used - if it's ever even an excuse.
I don't know what I can do, but I think it's time to start caring more actively.

When I lived in Colombo I was in a bit of a bubble. Some of the time I didn't want to know what was going on because it was too sad, and at times it was bomb goes off, first thought, oh shit does that mean we can't go out tonight? And that's beyond being in a bubble or being too scared to want to know, that's just being selfish and cold. I guess that's what I was, what I probably still am.
It's time to change that, and I'm not saying I'm going to become an activist or protester overnight.
I think it's time to be less of a waste.

You've Put On Weigh, Ah!

Nothing makes you want to lose weight like a holiday to C-town after a short spell abroad.

When I got back I wasn't greeted with "Oh how lovely to see you" or "How's England?". Instead I got "Ah you've put on weight no", "Your shoulders seem broader", "I think you've enlarged a bit" and many other comments along that very flattering vein...

Unfortunately the thought of having 'put on weight' actually makes me want to lose some. As blasé as I'd like to be about the whole thing...I actually do care. Just a little bit.
I've always lived in fear of growing fat, and like I said, there's nothing like a trip back home to reawaken any dormant weight-related paranoia you might have.
That and an uncle who insists on singing "Ohhh oh light on the bum, but heavy on tum...la la...".
Charming.

Well on the plus(?) side, I was told that I had become 'fairer' as well. (Seriously, how do people notice these things?)
I hate how in SL the criteria for being beautiful is to be skinny and 'fair', fullstop. Because god forbid an asian to actually be dark. How unnatural.

My aunt was telling me about how someone, when offering her a nanny for her son, went, "Only thing, she's very dark. Might scare the child no?".
I think we're one of those very special few races who are actually prejudiced against themselves.

Skinny, fat, light, dark, whatever. I think we should all just get over it.

Including myself.