This... http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/67770119.html
... has said it very well. Just going back to that scene in (500) Days of Summer (seriously, will I never shut up about it?). Imagine if they had played on other racial stereotypes instead: a Black family with fried chicken or a Mexican family that looks like a drug cartel. Okay?
Just because stereotypes about Asians are relatively harmless doesn't mean it's alright to propagate.
Talking about racism in the Aboriginal Health tutorial Big Michelle and I hosted last Monday has made me think about it a lot. I've already told this story before... but in year five, I was playing downball with some friends. Me and one of my best friends at the time were in a heated argument about it. She then said to me, "Your eyes are so squinty. You can't even see the ball."
I think from that point on I realized I would never be an "Australian" to everyone else. People will always look at me and think "ASIAN!" as their first impression of me. I will never be a "first class" citizen in Australia. It's obviously not to the same degree as Aboriginal people (where they are more like 17 class citizens). I enjoy the benefits of living here; opportunities and the such. But if any shit goes down, people will say to me, "Fucking Asians. Taking our jobs." If I ever cop any abuse from randoms on the street, it's always something racial.
Fuck that. I want to be abused for something else; because I'm fat or because I'm ugly or because I've got toilet paper sticking out of my shoe.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Missy Prissy
Okay. Feeling all better now after reading this: http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/67813116.html#cutid1
The nicknaming of Zuckerberg's girlfriend is so typical of Chinese people. And not even in a bad way. I used to report back to you how family friends ("aunties") would speak in Chinese to my mother and say, "Oh! Junaberry is quite fat!" and, "My! She's put on weight. What a fei po." Except they never quite mean in in a malicious way. It's just how Chinese people are. It's partly pride (as in, "Oh! Junaberry's quite fat. Look at MY daughter, she's lost considerable weight") and partly just amusement to them ("Har har! Oh fatties... how they amuse me").
And that's the end of that.
J
The nicknaming of Zuckerberg's girlfriend is so typical of Chinese people. And not even in a bad way. I used to report back to you how family friends ("aunties") would speak in Chinese to my mother and say, "Oh! Junaberry is quite fat!" and, "My! She's put on weight. What a fei po." Except they never quite mean in in a malicious way. It's just how Chinese people are. It's partly pride (as in, "Oh! Junaberry's quite fat. Look at MY daughter, she's lost considerable weight") and partly just amusement to them ("Har har! Oh fatties... how they amuse me").
And that's the end of that.
J
Sigh
Sometimes, I feel so claustrophobic in my life. Day in, day out, it's exactly the same. Wake up, go to uni, do work, come home, do work, go to sleep. Wake up, go to uni etc. etc. Weekends pass by in seconds and are nothing to me. I do nothing on weekends because I have study-guilt.
I feel claustrophobic like "this is it." Even when I think about travelling the world and such, I still feel claustrophobic. I think, "It's all going to be just the same." So the buildings are different or the climate is different or the people speak a different language. It's all the same still; people live and work and sleep then die.
And that's the end of that.
Enough maudlin talk. For I have to go back to study...
Does anyone else notice that I always seem to have existential crises during exam time? Pretty sure you could correlate the multiple posts I've written not dissimilar to this one with periods of high stress and uni work. I think it's a culmination of, "OH GOD, WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?" and, "FUCK THIS, I NEED TO PROCRASTINATE."
J
I feel claustrophobic like "this is it." Even when I think about travelling the world and such, I still feel claustrophobic. I think, "It's all going to be just the same." So the buildings are different or the climate is different or the people speak a different language. It's all the same still; people live and work and sleep then die.
And that's the end of that.
Enough maudlin talk. For I have to go back to study...
Does anyone else notice that I always seem to have existential crises during exam time? Pretty sure you could correlate the multiple posts I've written not dissimilar to this one with periods of high stress and uni work. I think it's a culmination of, "OH GOD, WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?" and, "FUCK THIS, I NEED TO PROCRASTINATE."
J
My Uniform
My winter home clothes uniform is quite literally my winter school uniform. I pull out the old navy pants I used to wear and whip out my leavers jumper and throw on some old t-shirt (usually not my school t-shirts as I gave them away but I have been known to put on my leavers t-shirt...). In fact, that's what I'm wearing right now despite it not being winter and not that cold. I just take great comfort from wearing these clothes.
I miss BCC, my love. I will defend that school regardless of whether it is actually quite as shit as many people think. My attachment knows no bounds. Yesterday, I daydreamed I went back after graduating from uni and rolled down the hill outside English block with all the old school friends.
So, midsems are coming up soon. I have pages of lectures notes to write up. I have labs to revise and essays due and an FCP learning outcome partner this week who has not replied to my emails even though the fucking thing needs to be put up on LMS at noon today.
Fuck it, though. I get tired of being the one who's always bugging people for work.
J
I miss BCC, my love. I will defend that school regardless of whether it is actually quite as shit as many people think. My attachment knows no bounds. Yesterday, I daydreamed I went back after graduating from uni and rolled down the hill outside English block with all the old school friends.
So, midsems are coming up soon. I have pages of lectures notes to write up. I have labs to revise and essays due and an FCP learning outcome partner this week who has not replied to my emails even though the fucking thing needs to be put up on LMS at noon today.
Fuck it, though. I get tired of being the one who's always bugging people for work.
J
Friday, March 30, 2012
Note To Self: Chris L Hates Sluts
INT. REF. DAYTIME:
Enjoying a casual brunch/lunch with Albert and Chirs.
Chris: So what TV shows do you watch, Junaberry?
Albert: Har har har haw. I like The Big Bang Theory.
Me: I fucking hate that show.
We eat.
Chris: So, what shows do you watch, J?
Me: This is kind of embarrassing... but I really like Pretty Little Liars.
Chris: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah, I don't know. I just really do.
Chris: Yeah, I watched a couple of the first few episodes.
Me: DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO A IS?
Chris: ... nah... It's alright. I don't really like the show that much.
Me: ... oh.
Chris: Yeah, I watched the first episode and it was just all full of sluts. Like... that lesbian kissing that girl, that girl making out with that teacher in the bathroom, the mum of that shoplifter having SEX with that cop. It was just full of sluts. My sister was like, "I"m going to watch it because my friends say it's good," and I was like, "It's just full of sluts."
Me: Oh yeah... I mean... it's not that great a show... You know how you just get attached to shows and watch them...
Chris: Yeah.
Me: ... HANG ON NOW. You watch Gossip Girl, right? Isn't that SLUTTIER than Pretty Little Liars? That first episode with Nate and Serena having le sex at the wedding?
Chris: NAH BRO.
Case closed. End of story.
The moral? Chris L hates le sluts.
J
Enjoying a casual brunch/lunch with Albert and Chirs.
Chris: So what TV shows do you watch, Junaberry?
Albert: Har har har haw. I like The Big Bang Theory.
Me: I fucking hate that show.
We eat.
Chris: So, what shows do you watch, J?
Me: This is kind of embarrassing... but I really like Pretty Little Liars.
Chris: Oh yeah?
Me: Yeah, I don't know. I just really do.
Chris: Yeah, I watched a couple of the first few episodes.
Me: DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO A IS?
Chris: ... nah... It's alright. I don't really like the show that much.
Me: ... oh.
Chris: Yeah, I watched the first episode and it was just all full of sluts. Like... that lesbian kissing that girl, that girl making out with that teacher in the bathroom, the mum of that shoplifter having SEX with that cop. It was just full of sluts. My sister was like, "I"m going to watch it because my friends say it's good," and I was like, "It's just full of sluts."
Me: Oh yeah... I mean... it's not that great a show... You know how you just get attached to shows and watch them...
Chris: Yeah.
Me: ... HANG ON NOW. You watch Gossip Girl, right? Isn't that SLUTTIER than Pretty Little Liars? That first episode with Nate and Serena having le sex at the wedding?
Chris: NAH BRO.
Case closed. End of story.
The moral? Chris L hates le sluts.
J
Thursday, March 29, 2012
And Now...
Good end to the day. Indulging in a couple episodes of New Girl. The show has kind of changed its route but it still makes me laugh like a hyena.
J
J
Flush That Shit Out
Shittest day ever.
I don't even know why. As I was going through the motions, I thought, "Eh, it ain't so bad," but now that I'm home I feel completely exhausted, brain dead, stressed out. I just want to watch The Vampire Diaries (I reserved season two from the library and it came in today but no one will get it for me and I'm already in my pjs...), eat ice cream (which would be the second bowl of the day... I got home and ate a bowl of ice-cream to drown my sorrows a bit) and then go to sleep at 9pm.
I got home around 5.15pm. The house was completely dark with all the windows closed even though my brother had been at home all day. It was so stuffy inside. Dirty dishes in the sink. Back door left open (well, unlocked). Recyclables splayed across the kitchen. It sucks when you get home after eight hours straight of uni and you have to do all that shit even though someone else has been at home all day. Fair enough, he was studying all day but still, it doesn't take that much effort to open some windows and take the rubbish out.
That's what kills me about starting a family of my own. Lord knows the wife/mother is usually stuck with the housekeeping and the cleaning and the cooking. Regardless of how much things change, I feel like it always falls to the wife/mother. I heard on the radio the other day about how great it is that how women in the workforce has increased over the last 10 years but then, on the other hand, now women not only have to work full-time but they're still stuck with all the chores.
I also feel like shit today because I ate 20 lollies.
J
I don't even know why. As I was going through the motions, I thought, "Eh, it ain't so bad," but now that I'm home I feel completely exhausted, brain dead, stressed out. I just want to watch The Vampire Diaries (I reserved season two from the library and it came in today but no one will get it for me and I'm already in my pjs...), eat ice cream (which would be the second bowl of the day... I got home and ate a bowl of ice-cream to drown my sorrows a bit) and then go to sleep at 9pm.
I got home around 5.15pm. The house was completely dark with all the windows closed even though my brother had been at home all day. It was so stuffy inside. Dirty dishes in the sink. Back door left open (well, unlocked). Recyclables splayed across the kitchen. It sucks when you get home after eight hours straight of uni and you have to do all that shit even though someone else has been at home all day. Fair enough, he was studying all day but still, it doesn't take that much effort to open some windows and take the rubbish out.
That's what kills me about starting a family of my own. Lord knows the wife/mother is usually stuck with the housekeeping and the cleaning and the cooking. Regardless of how much things change, I feel like it always falls to the wife/mother. I heard on the radio the other day about how great it is that how women in the workforce has increased over the last 10 years but then, on the other hand, now women not only have to work full-time but they're still stuck with all the chores.
I also feel like shit today because I ate 20 lollies.
J
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
It Was the Business Shirt!
Just got home from anatomy tute.
News to report: said tutor (hilariously named Troy... I don't know, it's not that hilarious. I just think of High School Musical whenever I hear the name Troy) is significantly less handsome than I first feared. He came to the tute in t-shirt, jeans and sneakers which paled in comparison to the dress pants and button down shirt he usually wears.
It goes to show: I really am very attracted to men in business clothes, regardless of what they actually look like.
Still, he's too cute. He played this game where he hid easter eggs in the tutorial slides and whoever yelled "EASTER EGG!" first got one. In one of the last slides, 50 easter eggs appeared and he was all, "Har har! Everyone gets one!"
Moving on. I was sitting in the anatomy lab (before the anatomy tute... three hours straight of anatomy) on a bench with my feet on the beam across the bottom of the table. Which is stupid... But anyway, I was sitting there and in front of me was this slightly open bucket of formaldehyde that had been used to store the brains that were on the dissecting table. I just had this vision of my feet slipping off the beam and the bucket tipping over and pouring all the brainy juices into my mouth.
I'm 100% sure that I'm not the only one who imagines shit like this.
J
News to report: said tutor (hilariously named Troy... I don't know, it's not that hilarious. I just think of High School Musical whenever I hear the name Troy) is significantly less handsome than I first feared. He came to the tute in t-shirt, jeans and sneakers which paled in comparison to the dress pants and button down shirt he usually wears.
It goes to show: I really am very attracted to men in business clothes, regardless of what they actually look like.
Still, he's too cute. He played this game where he hid easter eggs in the tutorial slides and whoever yelled "EASTER EGG!" first got one. In one of the last slides, 50 easter eggs appeared and he was all, "Har har! Everyone gets one!"
Moving on. I was sitting in the anatomy lab (before the anatomy tute... three hours straight of anatomy) on a bench with my feet on the beam across the bottom of the table. Which is stupid... But anyway, I was sitting there and in front of me was this slightly open bucket of formaldehyde that had been used to store the brains that were on the dissecting table. I just had this vision of my feet slipping off the beam and the bucket tipping over and pouring all the brainy juices into my mouth.
I'm 100% sure that I'm not the only one who imagines shit like this.
J
Monday, March 26, 2012
Feet and Flourishing
Sometimes, I wonder when everyone grew up and left me behind.
You know how there are people who really flourish during certain periods of their life and "come into themselves"?
For Big Mishelle, this was probably last year. For Kim, this was probably year 12. For Little Mishelle, this was probably end of last year. I don't know. That's all I can really think of. Sometimes, I step into my tutorials and look around me and wonder what I'm doing there. Everyone is so mature, smart and attractive (I mean that in a "holistic" way; everyone is so "whole" and defined). Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for my "baby fat" to drop off (secret: it's actually just "adult" fat now), I still can't talk to boys properly, I still can't dress for shit.
The other day, Big Michelle told me about the blog of this girl she knows in fifth year med. We are, in fact, family friends. This is the blog: lefanciulle.com
Big Michelle mentioned that the girl used to be kind of nerdy but really "grew into" her prettiness. But I remember this girl, even when she was my age and in her "awkward, nerd phase," as being really friendly and quite outgoing. Maybe she didn't look the part but she certainly could play it.
I'm wondering if I'll ever "flourish" and look and play the part of the person I really want to be.
And lastly, this girl, Emily, in our FCP tutorial KEPT TOUCHING HER RANK ASS FEET in today's tutorial. Are you serious? Is it so hard to refrain from picking at your gangrenous tootsies until you get to the privacy of your home or some densely-leaved bush? It is so gross. The same thing happened in one of my exams last year but with a different girl. I was so distracted through the whole thing because I just kept looking and grimacing at this girl and her foul feet.
J
You know how there are people who really flourish during certain periods of their life and "come into themselves"?
For Big Mishelle, this was probably last year. For Kim, this was probably year 12. For Little Mishelle, this was probably end of last year. I don't know. That's all I can really think of. Sometimes, I step into my tutorials and look around me and wonder what I'm doing there. Everyone is so mature, smart and attractive (I mean that in a "holistic" way; everyone is so "whole" and defined). Meanwhile, I'm still waiting for my "baby fat" to drop off (secret: it's actually just "adult" fat now), I still can't talk to boys properly, I still can't dress for shit.
The other day, Big Michelle told me about the blog of this girl she knows in fifth year med. We are, in fact, family friends. This is the blog: lefanciulle.com
Big Michelle mentioned that the girl used to be kind of nerdy but really "grew into" her prettiness. But I remember this girl, even when she was my age and in her "awkward, nerd phase," as being really friendly and quite outgoing. Maybe she didn't look the part but she certainly could play it.
I'm wondering if I'll ever "flourish" and look and play the part of the person I really want to be.
And lastly, this girl, Emily, in our FCP tutorial KEPT TOUCHING HER RANK ASS FEET in today's tutorial. Are you serious? Is it so hard to refrain from picking at your gangrenous tootsies until you get to the privacy of your home or some densely-leaved bush? It is so gross. The same thing happened in one of my exams last year but with a different girl. I was so distracted through the whole thing because I just kept looking and grimacing at this girl and her foul feet.
J
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The Poll
Guys. Help me with this poll. It shall determine my future.
a) Go to the cinema at some point and watch The Hunger Games.
b) Download The Hunger Games tonight and watch in the comfort of my pyjamas.
My prediction: 0 response.
J
a) Go to the cinema at some point and watch The Hunger Games.
b) Download The Hunger Games tonight and watch in the comfort of my pyjamas.
My prediction: 0 response.
J
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