In case anybody accuses me of forgetting to mention anything on my blog, it was actually my birthday a week ago. I had an absolutely lovely day, going out with some people for a very long meal that we later named brunchternoon tea. It was rather odd, people kept reminding me that this was the first birthday that I hadn't been with my parents, and asking me if I was homesick. Uh, no? I admit, I missed home, a little bit on my birthday. Or rather, I missed my friends. Mostly because I am not used to formal birthday things. Birthdays for me, are days I spend with friends watching movies and eating food. I missed having you guys around okay seriously I am starting to grow wrinkles and ambition after being around adults all the time.
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So I went to work with my uncle and my little cousin today. Or yesterday, seeing as it's almost 1am here. My cousin is an adorable eleven year old, and is at that stage where she wants to act like she's twenty one. She's also the eldest child, so when I'm around I'm like the big sister she never had. This is both a good and bad thing. She's so cute and nice and things, but she also likes to be all up in my business. Especially concerning guys. I was walking around the city with her today, and usually when we go around the city, we're with my uncle or one of the people from his office. Today we were by ourselves, and well... People kept talking to me. Notable examples were the guy who was apparently named Jake, who advised me to get a tattoo of a snake around my hips, and asked me when I was coming back to visit him; and the guy who wanted me to come home and meet his family. I also learnt that while having my friends (Boyo and Demi ;) ) discuss my "amazing rack" makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it is a completely different story if two total strangers are doing it.
Throughout the day, my cousin treated me to several insightful comments:
"Yay, we're allowed to go out without our babysitter! But what did he mean when he asked if you wanted some benefits?"
"Did you see how he looked at you? He likes you!"
"Oooh, you're right, that guy is pretty... But I don't think he'll like you, cause you're not white. But I'm totally telling a certain somebody that you find blondes attractive."
WELL.
That last comment totally floored me. As most of you would know, I'm a fairly racist individual, to everyone in general. However, I can't even hold a candle to people over here. Race is a big thing here, and as a kid, I never quite picked up on the extent of it. And it's not like people are doing it to be malicious, it's just seen as a fact, that the colour of your skin can tell your story before you even open your mouth. I'm fairly grateful for my complicated racial background, because it means people can't just look at me and place me. It may mean that people stare at me when I walk down the street, but I'd rather that than have them judge me.
The second part of that comment was just like NO WHAT STAHP CHILD. I can't quite tell her off though, because she doesn't realise just how painful she's being. Imagine finding a book, reading the first page and discovering that this might be the most amazing book that you have ever had the good fortune to pick up, and then having the book taken away and placed on a shelf, far above your reach. You manage to make a tower of chairs and things, and you climb precariously up to the top. In order to reach the book, you have to lean towards the shelf. Doing so will cause the tower to fall, therefore giving you only a split-second in which to grab the book from the shelf.
Right now is my split-second, and it's ending fast.
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I'm a complete waste of your time
I'm asleep before the first sheep
Until the last bleep of all time.
- Kaiser Chiefs
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