Herzog & de Meuron

I am in love with architects Herzog & de Meuron. Absolutely stunning!

VitraHaus in Germany

 

Helvetia Headquarters in Switzerland

 

Prada Tokyo in Japan (duh)

I just love architecture...

Sometimes I really hate you.

I have a morbid fascination with the conversations that you have on your 'secret' phone with some man I just want to throttle.

Stop giggling, stop calling him polite names that you don't even call my dad, stop making my cousin hide the phone whenever my dad comes home.

Stop doing it in front of me and my siblings. Stop doing it at church, for fuck's sake.

It's disgusting. I hate it when you talk about me to him like he needs to know my personal business.

I know you deserve some happiness, but, fuck, I well and truly hate you when you're on that phone.

Lovely...

I know you're smart. I know you're confident. I know you do
interesting things.

That, however, doesn't mean that you need to have the spotlight on you every single second of every single freaking day. I'm sure other people would like to talk too. Yes, you are smart, but you're
not that unique and special.

So, please, please shut. up!

Public toilets.

Public toilets.

You're standing there, waiting in line to use the toilets hundreds of other women have used before.
Old, young, menstruating, food poisoned, constipated, the list goes on.

The only thing separating you from the ladies with the knickers down to their ankles is a mere wooden door with a little lock on it confirming that that cubicle is occupied.

Still, you're waiting in line, trying not to touch anything and breathing through your mouth.
The hand dryer is constantly on to muffle the shhhhhhhs and plop!s coming from the cubicles, and although that does help, it can never be loud enough to cover up the unmistakable ripping of pad from plastic.

They're reading the little facts on the back of the sheet even though they've read those same ones a thousand times before. Then, they wave their hand over the sensor that will open the sanitary bins to dispose of your used female sanitary item, agian trying not to touch anything in the cramped area that is the toilet cubicle.

You hear a flush, thank the Lord that you can relieve yourself finally and rush to the cubicle.

You hang your purse, bag, jacket, or whatever on the hook on the door, wipe and set some toilet paper onto the seat, take of your knickers and sit down...

Only to find that the toilet seat is disgustingly warm.

I don't know about men, but female public toilets are pretty horrible. The ones in the Sydney Harbour bridge are nice, though.

Oh, happy Valentine's Day, everyone (hopefully someone out there).

EDIT: Lol, I clicked 'publish post' and a there was a google add saying: "Hygiene Services Washroom Sanitary Bin Disposal Slimline To Suit Your Toilet." How amusing.

Sundays.

Why do they make church so early on Sundays? I know that there are other masses my family could go to, but, people normally go the morning masses, don't they? Why is that? I thought God rested on the seventh day. I don't think waking up early for a 9am mass is resting. They should make masses start at 11am. It would encourage family time because people will all go out for lunch afterward. 11am isn't too early, but you'll be up and have the whole day to spend however you like - well, except for the hours you're at church.

So again, I ask, why do they make church do early on Sundays?

Summer, oh, how I hate thee.

It has been stinking hot today. Arsonists suck. They need to generate some IQ.

Since reading Katrina's Shame and Pride blog, I've been meaning to post a shame and pride post ages ago, but my brain just doesn't cooperate when I attempt to write it (in fact, my brain never cooperates when I want it to) and consequently create a huge mass of pointless blog drafts. And since reading Tuyen's blog of the same topic, I feel somewhat inspired to write one.

Alright, let's get this over and done with:

PRIDE:

1: I can stand up to my parents. And this isn't just in the typical 'annoying, hormonal teen' fashion. With me being Asian, all my mother expects of me is to study medicine in university, blah, blah, blah. I don't want to do medicine. I'm not friendly enough, I'm too negative, I have no passion for it, I'm squeamish, etc., etc. Although my mother can't get that into her thick skull, I'm pretty much set in where my passions lay and where I can go with them. This is in the pride section because I know too many people who just do exactly what their parents say for sake of their 'rents. Sure, your parents opinion matters and they have an influence over what you do in your life, but the final decision is up to you and how your decision will be beneficial to your future and whoever may be there with you. As much as a hate to sound corny, follow your dreams!

2: I think it's fair to say that I have an artistic flair. I love visual arts. Now that's where I want to take my future. I'm only 15 and there's still much to consider about my future, but visual arts is something I can see myself being happy to do in my future. And it helps that I have a knack for it.

3: I'm a fair creative writer. I've deleted my stories on fictionpress.net for fear of my sister reading them, but I do love to write fictional stories and essays. I don't think my skills in writing show through my blogs, but I'm quite sure that I can write a decent fictional story. Yay!

4: I play the classical guitar. *Shrugs, I think that's cool.

5: I think it's safe to say that I'm not a TB. I don't know, maybe I'll think otherwise in 3 years, but I like to think I'm cool (even if I'm really not).

6: I love to learn and will never take it forgranted.

7: It was only a short period of time when I was obsessed with Twilight. This is also going in my shame list, but I can pride myself in that I was obsessed with it before it became a world-wide craze and I will say again that it was only for a short period of time.

And that's where my pride list stops. 

SHAME:

1: My bedroom is gross. I think it pongs (my nose has gotten used to the smell) and it is in a constant state of utter mess. I try to clean it - and sometimes I do succeed -, but it can never stay clean for long.

2: My eyesight sucks. Although I do have 20/20 vision with my specs on!

3: I read fanfiction. Need I say more?

4: Lame, cliche dance movies are my guilty pleasure. I know, I know! The story lines are always the same and always feature an underprivileged, good-looking, extremely talented teenager, but I can't help but watch them! At least I can admit that they are awful movies.

5: I was a Twihard in 2007. Ugh.

6: I always sing classic Australian jingles at inappropriate times. Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree; merry, merry king of the bushes he. Laugh! Kookaburra, laugh! Kookaburra, gay his life must be!~ (Yes, I did sing that while typing it.)

7: Every time I go shopping I splurge on CDs. Every single time! My most recent purchase was the 'So Frenchy So Chic' soundtrack album. Must stop buying impulsively!

Voila! That is my shame and pride blog! Although it's not the traditional 10 pride and 10 shame list, it's as good as I'm going to get for today!

Untitled.

Today while on the bus home from school, a blonde girl about my age sat in a seat near me. She was quite happy about her new job at some hairdressing salon and was talking animatedly with her friend.

I soon fell asleep and woke up 20 minutes later to find her crying. I thought 'what, did her boyfriend dump her?', and decided to be nosy and look over her shoulder to read what pitiful text message she was sending her ex-boyfriend.

When I peeked at her phone I saw that she had received a text massage from someone informing her that her dad had died.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.