Stir-fry Gone Wrong

On the topic of feminism...
It seems that us girls who stand for female empowerment are slightly deluded in our plight to gain male and female equality.

Myself included, we will be first onboard the train that's destination: equal opportunities for both men and women. We're adamant in our view that men and women should have the same pay for the same job, which does make perfect sense.

Yet there are still other traditional male/female differences that we maintain. Traditions that still hold women as 'weaker' or 'lesser' to a certain extent. But we don't dispute them, because they actually work in our favour.

An example, a friend of mine was constantly troubling another friend of mine. In a joky manner obviously, but it was clear to all of us that it was getting on his nerves. The first friend, being a tough, tomboyish type girl who likes to play around, was always hitting him and tripping him up etc. and the second friend, a weedier type boy, had enough, having told her multiple times to stop and being visibly pissed off. And so he gave her a quick, cheeky slap on the face. And immediately we, (4 girls) were outraged. Shouting cusses at him for even daring to think of hitting a girl. Then after all the hype had died down and we were onto a different topic, my mind couldn't help but question whether in our yearn for equality, it was fitting to say that a boy can't hit a girl.
Surely, we should be able to hold our own against a man.
Why should they not hit us? Because we're weaker than them? That's basically what we're admitting with this "rule."

The second example.
There's a boy in our halls who's a swimmer and therefore got a really hot bod which has only been seen by one of us girls. This girl tells us that it is AMAZING and that we all must see it. And so, we decide to straight out ask J to show us his body. He refuses even after continuous pestering. So we give up. But then later, we're sitting in the corridor, talking, and J comes out of his room which is just next to where we're sitting. And immediately, this girl is like, 'ooh J, show us your bod!' followed by the rest of us encouraging him to take it off. He shuts the door. And we continue, chanting now, banging the floor, right outside his door.
This girl stops, and she's like, 'Imagine if we were guys and he was a girl. That would be terrible.' We all enthusiastically agree, because it is so true.
But then we acknowledge that we're girls, so it's okay, and we carry on chanting.

I just found it all so interesting.

He still hasn't shown us his body.
It's only a matter of time...

In love with the boy down the hall

I was so super apprehensive before coming to university it was kind of amusing.
Well not really, but you know.
All that crap about not wanting change. It wasn't crap, but it just seems so silly now.

So silly now that I'm here and having the best time.
There's so much to do, it's a little overwhelming but more really great.

I've got such a lovely view from my room. Every sunset is magical and the autumn leaves are gorgeous. The ducks outside in the little pond actually make my morning every day. They're so amusing. The thought of them is properly making me crack up.

The people are fantastic. Our kitchen is clearly the best kitchen but also clearly the messiest. We got a fine this morning, oops. I've called a meeting however. Whether or not anyone will come, I have no idea.
No-one here is really a bait person of any sort. It's nice, bare variety and that. Lots of surprises.
Only one minor drama so far, but that's over now.
The Erasmus students from Italy. Love them so much. They're so beautiful. Like personality wise and on the outside.
I'd like to marry an Italian person. Or someone who has some italian in them and is very in touch with their italian heritage ie. has a house in italy and speaks italian (Y)
They're teaching me the lingo. Score.

Everything just seems to have fallen into place so, so wonderfully.

And so many things have changed already, things in my surroundings and things about me.
But finally I'm learning to embrace the change.

Sugarless tea drinker.
Pacman addict.
Bold person who volunteers to do anything and everything.
Non-raver.

I always was the latter. But moreso now. Maybe. I don't know.

No image uploads for two hours. Boo.
I was only gonna upload pacman. And maybe my face :)

Time to do my laundry now. Fun.

Song of the moment. 'If the stars were mine - Melody Gardot'/'im sh** - cjhk'
Yum :D

I secretly like being cheesy :/

It's National Poetry Day today, and my sister's birthday.

So to commemorate this oh so special day, here's one I made earlier :)
A very simple one, not my best at all, no word play or fun metaphors or imagery. Mere words. Which is sometimes enough.

My Sister

My sister
She's kind and caring
Creatively minded, good at sharing
She often does my hair and
When I'm going out, helps me pick an out-fit
She tells me honestly if something's not working for me
And her wardrobe plus mine equals perfect choice of clothing
Sometimes though,
As siblings tend to do
She pisses me off
By taking my stuff
Or just being mean
Or making me feel I'm twelve less than eighteen
I'm the butt of her anger
Like she's the butt of mine
But whatever happens
It always works out fine
Cos once she's over her issues
And has had time to unwind
The same for me, once I count eight, nine
Ten
Then we make each other laugh
Up til early hours, just jammin or takin pictures in the bathroom
For years we shared a bedroom
Told secrets and managed to keep shtum
Now we're grown
She's doing what she's doing
And I'm doing me
She already did university
That's what my next step'll be
I learnt from her mistakes
So the same ones I didn't make
Although our paths in life are different
One thing will stay the same
The blood that runs through both our veins
Olowofoyeku-David blood
Unique to her and I
Will keep us close together
Til the day we die

07..10..10 <3