Today's thoughts | 7 January 2016

----- Racism intolerance -----

In response: Unfortunately Dear Friend, you can't pin it down to his ethnicity. You should be condemning the man as a person and not as an Asian. Blame this person for their stupidity and not their ethnicity. 

Also, good effort trying to guise your racism under the pretence that you have plenty of friends who are Asian. It really doesn't change the fact you are inherently racist. Having friends who are Asian and being a racist are two different things and you can be both. Sympathy, acceptance and understanding are interchangeable and those attitudes should be lodged into your system instead. 

Don't try to argue - you are a racist as you see the faults of the man by his ethnicity rather than his title as a man, woman or person. 

The difference between racist and not racist is simply this: (my tweet, excuse the lameness)

Not racist:
@jcm: Almost every time I get my eyebrows waxed they ask me if I want to get my upper lip waxed too ugh #pinayprobz

Racist:
@jcm: Almost every time I get my eyebrows waxed the Asian lady always asks me if I want to get my upper lip waxed too ugh #pinayprobz

Actually, that's not even racist because my original non-racist tweet (though a rant) is polite and therefore the non-racist edit becomes too tame (there should have probably been a generalisation that all Asian beauticians were unkind). And that is simply because I am not a racist, have empathy and understanding for others and always am accepting. I do not prosecute or judge another by the colour of their skin but by the substance they bring. 

Racism is something I feel strongly about because this is something I grew up with, came to learn about, struggled with and still am being exposed to. Though I've become strong and immune (for the most part) to tackless insults, it will always be something I care about and stand strongly against. I hope for the day I can rest without the fear of being condemned for the shape of my eyes, the colour of my skin or even my unusual sensibilities. 

I guess this was a small remark and it may not seem like a big deal to some. But it has me heated. I know when and when not to talk. I pick my fights but I also know when I can ignore something.

For the most part, i'm surrounded by people who live in a small little bubble in the tiniest corner of Sydney. They don't know about the real world. Their remarks are truly unintelligent and ignorant. I pity them. 

----- Damn you, Stress -----

So many projects, so little time. So much indecisiveness, so little time. So much ideas and creativity, so little time. 

I work best last minute and produce still outstanding results but imagine what I could do with more time?

I hate myself for my desire to want to do things but my inability to act. (Oh hey, Hamlet Year 12 Advance English)

----- Spotlight can have me -----

I love spotlight. I wish I could make things. I'm good on the computer but not good with just my bare hands. I have so many ideas but lack the mind of an engineer. 

Maybe this year I can learn how to see a few stitches? Maybe I can gain a lifelong hobby? Maybe I can profit from it? Maybe I can even make a small business out of it? 

Who knows!

All I know is I do want to pursue this. I love design. I also wouldn't mind spending my time in Spotlight. 

----- Heart Attack prone -----

This is a heart attack and diabetes in one shot. I'm killin' myself. I really am. I actually struggled to breathe trying to inhale my snack pack in one go.

I'm sorry, but it was too damn tasty to be a Parisian. 

----- Why be perfect when you can work your way around it? (Or if you can fix it in the shower) -----

I.e. People say I'm pretty but I don't believe so - I honestly am not. I slap on makeup. That's what makes me pretty. I guess it's a facade (but I don't deem it fake). Is that so wrong? (More on this in a future post).

I'm proud of myself for the way I've come to look now. I have come a long way. I was ugly from birth to high-school. But then I discovered the power of makeup. 

Anyway, that was a bit unrelated but I cbb to think as it is 2am in the morning and my call time is quite early tomorrow.

'Twas a good day. Cya!

*update: 3:02am. Insomniac, always. I normally sleep at 5am but am aiming for now. I've come to a realisation that the fan helps my insomnia. It creates noise of the thoughts in my mind that run wild amongst the silence of the dark.