Sunday, 29 July 2007

Personal Appearance


Something, that really, I have always wondered about.
Is straightening one's hair a betrayal of femininism, or merely taking pride in yourself?
Although I'm strongly against making yourself up for school (It's an all girl's school; who are they trying to impress?), is there anything wrong with straightening or curling your hair at the weekend? Isn't it all right, or is it merely stating that you are discontent with your God-given looks and attributes?
Or, are all these things beyond our control? Are they part of a deeply ingrained urge to make ourselves attractive, and so find a partner for life? Other animals do it, why not us?

Comments on this matter will be greatly appreciated.
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Tennis

I didn't much used to like tennis, and would have rebelled against my yearly debut to tennis camp if it hadn't been for my best friend. We always went together, every year since we were five. Until this year.
This year I wasn't going to go. This year, I had decided to take a stand against the establishment and JUST SAY NO. However, there was an obstacle I had previously unanticipated: My mum.
She never said anything obvious, never forced me, never ordered me, but somehow, everything always went the way she intended. A trip abroad with school, ballet lessons, tennis camp... The list of her triumphs is endless, but they all wield the same circumstance: my refusal to go, followed by my mum's persuasive hints, followed by my attendance at such activities.
Unfortunately, to this day, I have never been able to truthfully tell my mother that i haven't enjoyed these experiences, and that's how I ended up at my local LTC this summer... as with every other.

Saturday, 28 July 2007

Tortured Genius

I love online quizzes and I found this incredibly awesome one that i wanted to share with my reader.*

*Note: singular-my mother <(^_-)>.




You Are 85% Tortured Genius



You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.

Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.

Isaac Asimov: If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster.

This quote inspired many an emotion to come crawling out from behind my well guarded heart, and motivated me to persevere to one day be the person being quoted and to be the one arousing someone else's passion for the written thought stream.
On the gage of a written thought stream: mine is more of a turbulant river with several tributaries, those whom I would like to now mention.
Firstly there's my family, mum, dad, brother, sister, and other realations and pets. But I would like to mention more specifically those who have perpetually roused a desire to better my writing and continue with it throughout my life. Mrs Terseigni, my primary school English tutor, for instilling a confidence within me that was crucial to my entrance to secondary school; Mrs Pyett, house-mistress, English teacher and grammar-fanatic; Mrs Ross, head of communications at my school and employer of my current post as school-reporter and finally, my most recent English teacher, and an extraordinary one at that: Miss Lloyd. I thank you for reading through and scrutinously marking my numerous stories, attempted books and assignments, without once complaining about their extensiveness.
Everything of importance has at one stage been written and everything written has at one stage been important.
I hope that one day, my writing will have effected at least one person, and encouraged one other to turn off the television, put down the remote, pick up a pen and make a difference.