And all those stars in the galaxy

I got my new Samsung Galaxy S II today! I’ve been itching to get it for a while and now that I actually have it I am very VERY excited to use it properly – even though I have to wait until after my essays are done to properly set it up.

Mela was very patient today as I sat in the foodcourt messing around with it. Having never used an Android before, certain features were new to me – whereas she’d used a HTC for a while beforehand, and didn’t hesitate to show off her prowess.

I had a good day with her today.

I have good days with her all the time.

It’s just such a pity that I can’t see her for the next few days.

I miss her, already.


Not because…

I went a little bit OTT with my rambling for today‘s Project 365. That underlined “today” links to the original post. I also included parts of what I wrote down here. Today was meant to be a day where you dress in purple to show support for gay rights. It is to symbolize the part of the LGBTQ flag, which represents soul, or spirit. It is in memory of the 6 boys who killed themselves over bullying for being gay – or for being suspected of being gay. (May have copied and pasted that last part from my 365.)

Do you wonder why people dress in purple today? What does it achieve? I’ve read someone’s wondering at why we don’t just donate money towards organizations that help and support the youths who are being bullied, instead of wearing purple.

Money may fund organizations, yes, but it doesn’t create acceptance. It doesn’t stop the world from seeing gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transexuals (and the Q which I’m sure stands for Questioning) as an Other (here’s my Self and Other ramblings coming in). It doesn’t stop people from thinking that gays choose to be gay, or that it’s a disease, or whatever weird conceptions anti-gays – or even non-anti-gays, just, people in general – have.

So, in this case, wearing purple to show that you support gay rights (and to show commemoration for the deaths) means a lot more than emptying your wallet, right?

I had a thought today about what it would actually be like if gays had the same rights as straight people. I guess it could never happen, because real acceptance would be a world that is something like this:

When a child (let’s for the sake of cohesion, call the child Sam. It’s a unisex name, but I will make Sam a girl) grows up, and reaches the age when she starts liking people, the other kids will tease her. The malice in their words only exists because Sam now has cooties, not because Sam likes another girl

When Sam is a little older, her parents will let her go to the movies without an adult, but only if there an older sibling chaperoning. Sam will beg her older brother or sister not to tell their parents that she’s really going out with a crush, because her mom will pinch her cheeks, say “my little baby is growing up” and making her feel embarrassed, not because her crush is also a girl.

When Sam enters high school, she starts dating officially. Sam and her partner will have people stare at them, because everyone thinks they’re a really cute couple, and not because they’re both girls.

When Sam is about to graduate, and her relationship with her partner is getting kind of serious, the other parents will gossip behind their backs, because they think the two are too young to really be that serious, and not because they’re both girls.

When Sam enters university, she won’t be inundated with fliers asking her to petition for gay rights. Gays have the same rights as straight people in the same way that left-handed people have the same rights as right-handed people (a little pun there).

When Sam starts working, and there is an office party, she will bring her partner. When she introduces her partner to her boss and co-workers, there will be a moment of awkwardness, because the partner had just recently quit the job before Sam started, and not because they’re both girls.

When Sam is getting ready to be married, her mom sighs in exasperation and stress, because Sam insisted that the wedding happen next month, and not because they have to move to a certain country just to be able to get married.

When Sam wants to be a mother, there is a huge problem which reduces Sam to tears, because she realized that her body is not fit for mothering a child, and not because she and her wife are having a hard time being accepted for IVF treatments and adoptions.

When Sam’s child goes to kindergarten, and both Sam and her wife go to pick the child up, the parents of one of the other children warns them to not play with Sam’s child, because Sam’s child has a habit of hitting other people, not because Sam’s child has two moms.

And, not once in her life, will anyone ask her who the “man” of the relationship is, because a relationship was never defined as between a man and a woman.

The fact that real acceptance lies in a reality where there is nothing to accept, because it’s all normal, means that it can never really happen, because in our current world, even if we’ve reached that level of full acceptance, we’ll constantly and consciously be thinking, “this is fine, this is normal, go with it, don’t act any differently”.

Still, that’s better than what we have now, and what have now is better than what we used to have.

In other news, (I forgot to add this to my 365) I tried to change mobile phone carriers today, but it doesn’t seem to have worked, so I will have to call them tomorrow. When I called them tonight, I said, “I changed to your carrier, but I get ‘Invalid SIM Card’ sign instead.” He goes, “when did you change (and try to port your current number over to our carrier)?” I said, “at 5:55.” He said, with possibly the most annoying smug voice ever, “And what time is it now?” “7:40.” “You have to wait 3 hours for it to port.” “3 hours? For sure?” “EXACTLY 3 hours.”

Well, fuck you smug-chug, it’s been nearly 5 hours and I still have an invalid SIM card. If when I wake up tomorrow it’s still invalid, I’m going to call up again and if I get you, I’m gonna smug you right back.

Thank you to Jac who stayed with me for the 2 hours it took to get my SIM card. Something went wrong with the order I made over the phone over the weekend, so the girl at the store, Caroline, had to do it pretty much all over again. It took her AGES and I felt so bad making her do all that when it should have been all done already. And I felt bad for making Jac stay so long since she had assignments and tests next week.

Yep. I know I am not writing much these days here. I think I’ll make myself write at least 15 posts a month over the summer break, right? Okay, so December, January and February, I must must must write at least 15 each month.


Massive Shudder

Today I answered the phone, and it was a Sparky on the other end. Apparently my dad had made an appointment of some sorts.

Anyway, when I picked up with, “hello?” I was greeted with:

“Hello this is [name] from [company]. Now, I’m just calling because your husband had inquired previously about making a quote?”

I was silent for a moment.

“Oh…you mean my dad.”

I gave the phone to my mom, and then went to sit by myself in the corner and worked on sounding younger.


Telemarketer: 1 Alex: 1

I got a call from this number which I’ve been missing for a while now. Picked it up, and it was a telemarketer of sorts from Optus.

My house gets bad reception so I was sort of running around trying to get reception while she talked to me. I missed about half a sentence so I said, “I’m sorry I have bad reception I can’t hear you.” She replied back, “I can hear you perfectly.”

I suppose all those hang ups have made her cynical and straightforward. I should give her that point.

However, since we’ve been getting Chinese telemarketers, the next time I get one and I accidentally respond in Chinese, I’ll say, “Sorry I don’t speak Japanese.” And hang up. Sure, I’m being racist toward my own people, but I’m allowed to be.


Me: 1 Telemarketer: 0

I’ve been posting this anywhere I can, since I can.

So far I’ve Twat about it, and Facebook status-ed it as well. The next logical step is of course here.

Anyway, so just then, about five minutes ago, I got a call from a telemarketer. I may have to make up some of the dialogue since I can’t remember it all, it wasn’t important enough.

T(elemarketer): Hello, I’m calling from [some company name] how are you today?

A(lex): Busy?

T: …I apologize ma’am. But I am just calling to inform you about a special offer we have…[goes on for ages].

A: …

T: [slight pause] So the offer is limited, and only…[so forth so forth].

A: …

T: [pause] Hello?

A: … [music plays audibly in the background]

T: Hellooooooooooo? Helloooooooooo? Are you there? Hello?

A: …

T: [hangs up]

A: [sniggers]

That’s right, bitch. Try calling again.


Psychic Moment For The Day #1

Since these occurences have actually been frequently showing up, I thought I might just note a few down.

For example once when I was feeling sick, and as I was about to text Bianca she called me.

Or when Bianca and I both realized that we’d done the exact same amount of Maths homework on the same day. And subsequently we both finished on the same day.

Or when Carmaine and I had that grunted conversation (if life was a sitcom, we’d have captions and a bucketload of laughter).

Anyway, Psychic Moment For The Day (“It’s not ‘psyCHIC’, it’s ‘psyCHO'” Go Bekchie haha):

Because tomorrow I’m going out, I decided to call up Carmaine to confirm train times. I went to pick up my phone, and was about to hit ‘5’ to speed dial to her, when I decided that I should turn on the air-con first. So I went about switching it on and opening the windows because we have one of those ventilation systems. Then, I went back to my phone and called her. After a few words, she said, “You know, I’m still on the plane.” She’d just touched down and I could even hear the flight attendant telling everyone that they can unboard later on. So some sort of psychic waves told me that Carmaine had JUST TOUCHED DOWN, and if I’d called earlier she would’ve had her phone off (or I could’ve made them crash) and any later she’d be going through customs.

Psychic Moment For The Day. We’ll see when I get more.

Keep Cool (nothing psychic there. It’s gonna be 4 hot days with the mercury above 40),