Monday, 31 December 2012

End of the Year Post



Heyyy...look at that. 
Me. 
Blogging regularly now.
wooo.

Can I just say that I hate people who finish their assignments early?
It's annoying as hell when I'm struggling to finish mine last minute, and there are people sitting back, relaxing, and watching their favourite dramas.
Even more annoying when aforesaid people decide to be all reassuring and go "its okay, you'll finish...it's not that difficult really"
Makes me want to punch you in the face, really
Even though it is entirely my fault that I haven't finished my assignments and I really shouldn't begrudge people for not being procrastinators.

Don't you think its funny how I've suddenly turned into one of those angry young men from the hindi dramas on Zee Tv?

Except, you know.
I'm not a young man.
And I'm not living in a drama. (IF ONLYYY)

So yes, 
anyway, 
I've got about 5 more minutes before I force myself to settle down to my assignment again.

I honest to God thought the bloody thing was due on FRIDAY.
I THOUGHT I WAS STARTING IT EARLY TODAY MORNING AND I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF.
Until someone texted me and went "eh btw have you submitted your portfolio? It's due today"

NO.
NO I HAVEN'T.
NO BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS DUE FOUR DAYS FROM NOW.

ARGH.

And as of right now (9pm, 31/12/2012) I have completed one part.
Out of eleven.
Go me!


ugh.
Feeling wretched enough as it is, because of a dreadful sinus infection.
Actually had an asthma attack last night (I'm not even asthmatic what sorcery is this) and I thought I was going to die or something.
And today I've got the most awful stomach cramp.

And I've had no voice for the past 3 days.
Which is awesometh.
Totes.


What a way to start the new year.

Freaking out over my assignment with unscheduled intervals where I have to go empty out the contents of my stomach/lungs (depending on whichever decides to act up) into my toilet bowl.

yeah huh.



I really shouldn't be whining so much on the last day of the year.
This has been a good year for me.
Sure, I've had my epic downs, 
but once you leave out the bad..I've actually had a pretty good year.

2012 has been a year of many firsts, 
and 2013 will be a year of many more.
And that is both exciting and terrifying in equal measures.
 

I've decided I'm going to start a project of sorts for 2013.
A happiness blog.
Each day, I'll write about something that made me happy/thankful/etc etc.

Let's see if I can bring some sunshine and rainbows into this miserable grouchy personality of mine, eh?

Its actually based off an idea I got from tumblr - start a happiness jar for 2013.
But blog > jar ok so.

Yeah so anyway, 
I'm going to try and write something there every single day.

(I can barely post regularly on one blog and now I'm going to attempt running two. yep.)

So here's the link :
http://www.thehappyblindmouse.blogspot.com/


Wanted to use the same account I use for this one, 
but nah.
This is a shared blog (supposedly. *cough cough hint hint*)
And I want this project to be completely my own.
Also spent half and hour while eating my grand dinner of toast and tea debating whether to use blogger or tumblr...
..and blogger it is.


yeah.


Happy New Year, everyone!

May 2013 bring us lots of happiness.
And good health.
And wealth.
Lots of wealth.



Cheers!








~vid~


My Two Cents


I wasn't going to blog about this at all, but here I am.

In light of the recent Delhi gang rape that has sparked a huge outrage worldwide, 
this is my two cents.
This is something I've never blogged about before, nor even talked about before voluntarily, 
for one simple reason : talking about rape makes me uncomfortable.
It makes my skin crawl in a way that I can't even describe.
I don't know if this makes me anti-feminist or weak, but its the truth.

So this will probably be the first and last time I ever mention rape on this blog.
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going to go with this, but bear with me.
If you find something you don't like, you're more than welcome to stop reading.



India is notorious for rape.
Especially gang rape.
And the problem stems entirely from the mentality of the people. 
I can say this confidently because I am Indian. And though I don't live in India, this is a mentality that I have spent my whole life rebelling against :

Men are superior.

Your husband is God.


And despite the fact that most Indian girls and women are getting higher education and good jobs,
that mentality still remains.
And there will always be people resisting the "modernness" of today's Indian woman because it apparently represents a detrioration in culture.


But I digress.

What I'm trying to say is India is notorious for sexual crimes against women simply because men are not brought up to respect women.
And this isn't just a male fault.
Seeing the number of male celebrities apologizing over twitter and facebook :
"I am so sorry for how my gender treats women", 
"I am so sorry for being male"

I'm sorry, but what?


That same mentality that I'm complaining about isn't just instilled in men by men.
It is instilled also by women.
Generations of mothers who bring up their daughters with the mentality that men will always be superior.
Generations of mothers who don't bother to teach their sons to respect women.
We're all brought up with :
"Don't talk so loudly, what will your father and brother think?"
"Don't sit like that in front of the men"

"Don't wear those clothes, what are you trying to prove?"
Which son is scolded for the way he sits or talks or what he chooses to wear?

We're all at fault here.


And we've skewed this whole thing into a Man vs Woman issue.
We've made out men to be a bunch of rabid animals always looking out for female prey.

What about the men who get raped? We hardly hear about those, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. 
But I'm not going into that.

Rape isn't as much about sexual gratification, as it is about power.
Rapists want control.

This is a Good vs Bad issue, or a Right vs Wrong. 



And this isn't just an issue in India. 
We've all been talking about India now because of this one recent case.
We know about this case thanks to the extensive media coverage, and the horrible, horrible way the poor girl was brutalized.


What about in the rest of the world?

What about other cases?
The thousands of cases that never make the news, and instead wind up as just another statistic?
The thousands more that never even get reported?


And how much better off is Malaysia, really?

Six-year old children found raped and killed and thrown into sports bags after weeks of going missing?

Walk into the paediatric ward in Seremban and you find 14-year olds, 16-year olds who have been sexually abused by their boyfriends, or their fathers, or their step-fathers.

And in this four few months we've been in Batu Pahat, I've seen at least 3 cases.

Aren't boyfriends and fathers supposed to be the people who love you and protect you?
If young girls aren't safe even at home, what then about outside the home?

So how much better off are we, really?

How many of us girls feel safe getting into a taxi on our own?
How many of us girls feel safe to go jogging around our neighbourhoods on our own?

And even here, in Malaysia, 
the problem still is the mentality.

Maybe its not so much the mentality of men disrespecting women, 
but its the fact that rape just isn't taken seriously enough here.


And what I absolutely hate, most of all, 
is the way some people, even people I call my friends, can joke about rape.

"I totally raped that test today"
"I'm going to rape that presentation in the ass!"

I'm flinching even just typing that out.

I don't speak out about it much, true.
Simply because I've already tried. I've tried telling people "please don't use the word rape in that context. I get that its a joke, but its crude and hurtful to some people"

And more often that not the response I've gotten is the person laughing it off, probably calling me a prude, and then proceeding to make more jokes/repeat the word rape over and over again for no other reason than the fact that they are juvenile shitheads.
So I've stopped trying to make people stop.
Its easier to just flinch inwardly and let the joke slide, than to make a big deal out of it and prolong it further.

And that exactly is the problem with us.

Its either the topic is taboo, so we do not discuss it, 
or it is made trivial enough that people feel comfortable joking about it.

This is exactly what rape culture is.

Rape is trivial.
Its not happening to you or me, so why get offended when someone makes a mild joke about rape?

Why?
Because its wrong.
Because laughing at the joke and condoning such behaviour is exactly what leads to rape culture.



And because of a few rapist men, 
and a few crude boys who insist on making crude jokes about rape,
there is one school of thought that now blames men entirely.
Which is exactly what is causing all these male celebrities (that I've mentioned earlier) to apologize on behalf of their gender, of all things.

No.

Don't make excuses for these rapists.

They were men.
They couldn't control themselves.

They are men.
They are not animals.
They should be able to control themselves.

Rape isn't an impulsive act brought on by blind lust.
It is premeditated and cruel.


And the other school of thought harping on the issue of "maybe she was asking for it"

Really?

In cases of six-year olds being raped and killed...were they asking for it?

Someone once asked me "What if a girl is walking around naked? Isn't that an invitation to rape? Shouldn't she also be blamed then?"

I'm going to answer this with an excerpt from something one of the guys (I don't know who this is, or I would credit properly) wrote on tumblr :


We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding. 
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it. 
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them. 
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed. 
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?



I have men in my life that I would trust with anything.
I have male friends that I feel completely secure with.

Stop making excuses for the men who rape.
They don't rape simply because they are men. They rape because they are horrible, twisted souls with absolutely no respect for another human being.


For as long as we fight about who is to blame, there is never going to be a solution to this problem.
And I'm hoping the outrage about this doesn't just die off once the fuss about this case is over, as has happened so many, many times before this.


As has been said by others before me, 
it has to start with education.

At home, at school.
Instead of teaching people to dress or sit a certain way, teach them that rape is wrong and why.
Teach your children to respect other human beings.





Rape, isn't just a female issue.
It isn't just an Indian issue.
It affects everyone.

India needs a wake up call today, 
but so does the rest of the world.





This entire post may be a horribly skewed and ignorant perspective of things,
but I had to write it before it ate away at me.




~vid~


Rest in peace, Nirbhaya. I can only be thankful your suffering is over.

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Christmas, The Hobbit, and other stories.


ROARRRRRRRRR.

Hello hello hello.
Miss me? :D

Of course you didn't, I'm hardly here often enough for you to miss me when I'm gone.

hah! Totally incorporated a song lyric into that sentence.

Go me.
woo.


Okay, so first things first, 

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!
AND HAPPY BOXING DAY!
YAY.


I'm putting a Christmas tree on my blog.

Because I can.





Had five and a half days off for Christmas, during which I had ample time to blog...so of course I didn't.

yeh.




Started Surgery today.
Last posting in Batu Pahat!
Just 4 and a half more weeks (because Wednesday is already ending) and then we're done!


And then study break.


And then exams.


*commence freaking out*


We've had to fill in our job applications over the past few weeks.

First we had to register online with the government, 
and then today we handed in the official application form for housemanship, which also includes our choices for which hospitals we'd like to work in.


I've been thinking about my hospital choices since forever, and I did make up my mind about a month ago, 
but while filling in the applications, 
my dearest brother had to confuse me all over again.


"Why this hospital?" 
"Why not this one?"
"Are you sure you want to do housemanship in the Klang Valley?"

-_-


Honestly.


I am an indecisive person by nature.

Takes me forever to make a choice, so once I've decided I like to stick to it (sometimes quite stubbornly), 
but on this...I was honestly confused.
And scared.
What if I made the wrong choices?
What if he had a point?
What if I regretted my decision? - I'd be miserable for the next two years!

Finally slept on it, and made my final decision two whole days later.

I've changed all my choices except my first one - because I really do want to work there, so fingers crossed I get that hospital!

(Hospital is spelt hospital in English right?) 

I still can't believe I've already sent in my application though.
And my interview is in two weeks!
Aaaaaaaah!

I still feel like such a child!

:|


Still in denial about so many things.

Work.
Assignments - goddamn portfolios!

I have to edit most of my portfolios...should have edited them the minute I got them back from the lecturers for each posting, 
...but ..I didn't.
Same old, same old.

Work is piling up. :/
And we have three more portfolios to write for this posting.
I really should start today, 
(which is why I'm blogging obviously. haiii)
but instead I'm about to start watching a new series.

:D


Being Human. (the UK version)

OH BTW DID I MENTION I STARTED WATCHING THE VOICE UK? (I didn't, but now you know ok so)
Because of Danny O' PerfectionDonoghue obviously.
Such a sweetheart. :3




Also currently madly in love with The Script's latest album - #3.
Almost played Six Degrees from it for my nephew the other day before I remembered that I had the uncensored version.

Had to go through my playlist of English songs to look for something non-explicit...

...and then just ended up switching to my Hindi playlist instead because its much safer. -_-

Six Degrees of Separation - The Script :
(because I love this song so much I must put it here ok)


 





Also slightly in love with another UK artist that has probably been around forever, but whom I've only just discovered :
Olly Murs!

LOVE his Heart Skips A Beat :

 

:3



Have I mentioned before how I'm the Queen of Digression?
I was supposed to tell you about how I'm going to start watching Being Human. 

So anyway, 
its a show about a vampire and a werewolf who decide to move in together as housemates and try to live as normal a life as possible ...and then they discover the house they've moved into is already inhabited by a ghost.

So the three of them decide to all live together in peace and harmony.


...or something along those lines idk I haven't started watching it yet.


I've been seeing loads of stuff about it on tumblr because Aidan Turner is in it.

(Aidan Turner = Kili in The Hobbit)

But at first I wasn't interested in watching it because he looks very different in Being Human, compared to the gorgeousness that is Kili the dwarf.


 

And then I was channel surfing sometime over the xmas break and whaddya know - they were playing Season 3 of Being Human on one of the channels (Fox? I think)
and I ended up watching one episode, and I decided I liked it.
The effects are ...if I'm being very honest...quite shite (especially the werewolves omg) but the storyline seems quite promising, 
so starting from Season 1 as soon as I finish this blog post. 


Since I've mentioned The Hobbit...

Initially wasn't going to watch that either, 
but long story short, we ended up watching it anyway last week.

I'm not sure if it's because I'm missing some of the plot, having not read the book, 
but I honestly found the movie boring.
Almost fell asleep in the beginning, and the end.

AND  I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HOW THE ORCS, THE GOBLINS AND THE TROLLS LOOK ALIKE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. YOU'RE MAKING A HIGH-BUDGET (is that how you say it?) FILM YOU CAN AFFORD TO GIVE THEM MORE DISTINCT FACIAL FEATURES.

I know almost everyone else on the Internet loved the movie (judging from all the rave reviews), 
but I thought it was unnecessarily draggy - 3 hours, really?

But Martin Freeman is adoraaaable.


And Kili. You know what I think about Kili (gorgeous. I needed to say it again).



AND THORIN.



HOW MAJESTIC IS THORIN HONESTLY. 
(He's rather racist though - "I HATE ELVES I HATE ORCS HOBBITS ARE STUPID" you get the idea) 

But its okay hes handsome and we love him anyway.

He's already handsome as the old-ish dwarf prince, 
but so much handsomer irl when he's clean shaven omg.

Like.

 

Okay. Wow. Hell-o

Like seriously.
I just spent like 20 minutes on Google Images just basking in the prettiness that is Richard Armitage okay.


Moar pictures because. smolder. okay.










Yes.



Was going to blog about the labour ward and deliveries and all that, 
but that would be too much for this post.

I have lots to bitchwrite about the labour ward. :D
Both the best and worst experience of medical school so far.

Also, I may or may not have a crush on a certain MO in the Obs Department who seems to be decidedly gay.

(why do I have an affinity for gay men oh my god)



So ta-daaa.
Nice long rubbishy post to tide you guys over while I disappear for the next few weeks. 

whee.


~vid~