What's up peeps?

locsgirl: lol He looks happy. No, he is happy :)

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:02:20 -0400

lol

He looks happy.

No, he is happy :)

ave-atque-vale: faineemae: You guys see what south asian women...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:00:00 -0400

faineemae:

You guys see what south asian women have to deal with?? You guys think I’m joking when I say that people actually think like this.

*deep breath*

OK, I am not going to rage-blog about cultural appropriation, because I have already done that at length on this tag, and I am too tired to rehash tonight. (Also too tired to rage-cry. Goddamn, y’all need to hand me a drink before putting White Bindi Bullshit on my dash.)

This casually cruel bullshit is exactly why I automatically despise white girls wearing bindis - because this is what you are stepping into, this is what you are doing to me, to all of us, when you decide that you want to “appreciate” my heritage by stealing my cultural & religious symbols.

“all [the] hot girls [wear] bindis except the Indian ones they shouldn’t be allowed to wear them”

“damn, hotter than any Indian”

This racist fuckery is what you are encouraging. This blatant theft, this idea that we’re not good enough to touch OUR OWN STUFF, this idea that white people are more worthy of performing my own fucking culture - this is what you’re participating in when you decide to wear a bindi because it’s shiny or whatever.

I am sure every random white girl who wears a bindi “doesn’t mean it like that”, but guess what? Your individual intent does not matter; both of us are part of a larger sociocultural context which devalues South Asians who engage with their own culture and religion, while simultaneously praising & admiring white people who play dress up with our lives.

And when you haphazardly participate in this bullshit, please reign in your surprise when people react poorly. If you stomp on somebody’s toes, they are not obligated to be polite when telling you to step off.

Wow, people actually think like this? I’m not sure what to think, honestly. It’s really disgusting.

fearfullymade-locs: THICKNESS = LOVE!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3...

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 20:49:13 -0400

fearfullymade-locs:

THICKNESS = LOVE!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

I think my hair might turn out like this :/ not sure though.

The Strangers Who Visit

Tue, 24 Jul 2012 00:00:00 -0400

Today my cousin Tay had came over and I realized that there is something different about people. I noticed that seems to be the case that is pervasive about this family. A really big difference becomes noticeable when you have not seen that person for quite some time. That difference becomes obvious when you know that the family is nothing but an illusory insignificance to you and there are people that you should know, but you do not know at all. Whether you are young or old, when I was young, I remember being around the family frequently, now that I am older, we are more apart and everyone is off elsewhere and I have no idea where. Family these days seems to have become a mental burden to me because of the aforementioned fact: that there are people I myself should know but do not know at all.

I do not even know how old they are, I just found out today anyways—I still don’t know their favorite food, their birthdays, their favorite color, what have they been up to with their lives. It just seems to be a really upsetting situation of meeting a stranger in your house. A rare stranger who makes their presence to you know at their convenience when it pleases them. They consider themselves adults now and the time has past since we were all young and adventurous and kept together. No, not kept together, at least we were frequently around each other. I honestly do now know what to make of this family. One minute, a girl comes by to stay over who is family. It was a short stay because of my temperamentally disturbed mother cannot seem to have patience for anyone. There is a lot of deep imbedded psychological issues that my mother seems to have for anyone who is an offspring for someone who she has had bad tidings with. In addition to that, people often reflect certain aspects of ourselves with which we distaste being reminded of.

[Perhaps this could lead to why it’s so difficult for me to relate to people? No, I can relate to people if I chose to. But what is it that I cannot do well? Have a relationship? Meh, need I really make this post so self-hating?]

Her friend, Itay, I noticed that there was something a bit off about her. She was very off about certain things. She is quite tawdry and her mouth is brazen. I was thinking to myself “How did Tay come to know her? What circumstances did they meet each other?” It mattered not honestly. I also strongly suspect that they both talk the same when it pleases them. It’s funny hearing family talk in such a way. People definitely reflect each other in ways you would not believe. But then that is a minor possibility; it could be a reflection of nothing at all. People are people, and opposites most certainly magnetize to each other (attract).

They watched the Steve Wilkos show, all of that boring sensational drama for people who probably have enough drama in their own lives. I find such shows to be uninteresting. When there is so much more (un-)interesting things going on in my life. Why bother with that?

In any case, I will cut my thoughts off from there about family. There are other matters to discuss and I am honestly going to digress for the moment.

The day at the library was pretty nice. I got in on time and helped out some patrons. Found out that one of the girls that I was crushing on is actually a mother. That was a bummer; kind of ruined it for me in a way. There was also the possibility that she could have been engaged too, like the other girl I liked. I would not have any way or knowing without asking, I’m no sleuth when it comes to interpreting people and people are very good at concealing such things. I also had failed one of my test: To get to know someone, at least speak to one stranger last week and get to know them, preferably a girl. I would like to; I just cannot bring myself to it. Maybe I should place myself in the circumstance where the probability is high.

I’m always browsing the shelves. Nothing pleases me more than the sight of books. Their consistency in my life leaves a satisfying permanence that I can rely on constantly. Just recently read Tim Wise’s Dear White America. It was a great read. Reminded me of the incurable history that America has always wanted to expunge itself of. And the pervasiveness of it to this very day. Now I need to go back to read something more, something about history. Perhaps, this book I found, 1491 New revelations of the Americas Before Columbus by Charles C. Mann. History. Ah, yes. History. A topic I have touched on very frequently throughout the year. Let’s read on the times before Columbus fucked things up for the indigenous people. The True Americans. Books are my only lovers really. Sure, some may tell me lies; it sounds odd, but at least I can always go back to them and leave them feeling refreshed and renewed.

Another Good Day

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 00:28:42 -0400

Today was another good day at the library. I found that after all of my thinking about it and asking around. I could actually see myself being a librarian for quite some time if I so chose. I remember a long time ago I would have never thought of myself being a librarian. Despite my love of books, the idea never came across my mind. I have always seen myself as a scientist once, then when I went to that godforsaken school that is [soon to be ‘was’ heard that they are closing it down, but then, they’ve been saying that since before I graduated in 07.] August Martin High School I saw myself as a Pilot. But honestly, I do not see myself as either of those possibilities. Perhaps on my leisure time I could fly a plane if I so choose to take the classes to become a pilot. Perhaps if I so choose I could continue my education to become the scientist that I have once dreamed to be. A chemist of sorts brewing chemicals for the good of people. Or similar clichés of that imaginatively charitable nature for my human kind that generally does not share the same sentiments without further complications.

But I honestly have digressed. I was supposed to go over about how good my day at the library was. There is just something about it honestly. Being there and socializing with different people and age groups. I honestly would have thought that it would have been more difficult than that. But it is not and to my surprise it was not. Then there is the fact that there are books. Through out my mid teens I have developed a fervor for books of all kinds and backgrounds from urban base smut to profoundly esoteric philosophy. I’m a bibliophile who tries to curb his enthusiasm for books but according to my library card, it is still not enough.

My bibliophile dream come true right before my eyes. I have information at the touch of my fingers, at the browsing of a nearby shelf I can guide myself to whatever book takes my interest and borrow it for free if I so choose with minimum penalty if I am not careful But that is rare. I can learn about the sciences in within a day. The Arts within another, and the Histories of a country I have never heard of in an hour. The books, I love browsing them. It takes me on an adventure that I never knew of. I could not understand why would people just sit at computers all the time when there were so many neglected books about. Oh well, more for me honestly.

Then there are the readers. The READERS. I watch them as they check out books and I wonder what book they are reading. Not to appear stalkerish but I am genuinely interested in why they choose that book to read. I wonder if it is any good myself and if it does take my eye I place a hold on it for myself. I take my time and deduce immediately how a person is much more than they seem. It’s amazing the people I see reading certain kinds of books. I recently saw a twelve year old boy check out several finance books. He wants to be rich, so be it, he’ll get there.

In short. I love browsing them, taking note of who reads what, what should I myself read next and what is most interesting title for the day and making sure I get in my hands the next week and engrossing myself in it completely.

This is one of the best perks that I like about being here. Out of the house, away from the redundant nit-pickings and the constant walking on unnecessary eggshells. This is merely a taste of what things could be like. Now, if only I was getting paid. Doesn’t matter. [Well it does honestly] This is nice and the employment opportunity was always there. I just needed to find it and as a bonus, prove myself for it.

Now, for the idiocy that I had to deal with for a small part of the day.

David, I spoke to him about my employment prospects. He called my volunteering ‘slave labor’. The audacity of this farcical dickhead who can’t even keep a girl, much less find a woman, did not faze me honestly. I am fully aware he is dealing with his drama girl(-friend) Cynthia. Who is just an incorrigibly dissembling coquette. A flirt of a girl who vies for the instinctive attention of men until she knows she can get what she wants from them and has them on a leash. As David is. He is merely venting his little petulance in small acerbic spurts of bitterness. However, I also mentioned to him that I plan to get my real estate license so to be able to have more income. He was more receptive of that. “Just be sure to do your homework and you’ll be all right, I don’t know much about Real estate though, why ask me?” I told him that I liked to hear what he says. When he’s not being a sarcastic idiot, David has the potential to make sense. He just needs to work on not eating his own foot.

Anyways, that is about it honestly. I have so much more to write on, but I’ll leave it at that.

nezua: reagancharlescook: It never occurred to me to browse...

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 20:04:59 -0400

nezua:

reagancharlescook:

It never occurred to me to browse through the credits of Ridley Scott’s 1979 film Alien, to find out who was underneath the monstrous black mask.

The man was Bolanji Badejo, a 7ft tall Nigerian design student picked up from a bar in West London to fill the title role. He worked on the film for 4 months. Spending every day wrapped in a suffocating custom fitted rubber suit, working to exude a presence of pure evil.

Despite his incredible contribution to the film’s success Badejo never received any publicity for his involvement. Ultimately, it would be his only film role.

for their entertainment
to appear as beasts
at the heart of their economic success
yet denied proper credit in history’s book
to be the main character
denied the spotlight

where have we seen this movie before…

Yep, as with most shit minorities do, we don’t get the credit for it… regurgitating redundancy at it’s best.

Paralyzing Thoughts

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 13:40:41 -0400

Today I was supposed to be at the library at around 11Am. It’s 1:20PM now. But in all honesty, I really do not care. I do not have an official schedule in printed paper before me so that I would have been convicted myself to sleep earlier so that I would wake up early to get there on time. But then, I have other things on my mind. Such things on my mind that are honestly of little tangible significance I wonder why I am thinking of them. The rhetoric of being human is an uncanny thing. I think of things that are of little to no importance to anyone else and they take the better attention of my mind for hours on end.

Thoughts on relationships like, why can’t I get a girlfriend? Why can’t I keep a girlfriend. Why do I even want to have a girlfriend? It’s pointless circle-jerking…

Thoughts on my self-inflicted solitude. Why must you do this to yourself? What better way to cope with things than to be alone? The majority of my friends do not care for themselves, I must care for myself. No one else can do this better—so why do I need anyone else? Look at the society that I am in, do I really think now is a good time to go out looking for someone? I must not chide myself into a disillusioned possibility that will lead to self-inflicted heartache and even more despair. In this nation, this society that I live in, relationships are a commodity, people are a commodity. Feelings are a commodity. No one cares. I cannot say that I am the only one that tries to at least care for someone, if not for a relationship but at least for something more than that.

Why do I feel that fewer and fewer people are caring? This is not something that I honestly want to dwell on too long. I have to go out soon. At least do my eight hours for this week. So much has been falling into place. My father is always looking out for me. That old man. What is it that he needs me to do? Ah, yes. He wants me to get into real estate, he met a gentleman that he’s renting a lot from. I have written of this somewhere before. I have a bad habit of writing everywhere and never getting it typed.

In any case, I’ve been offered an opportunity to become a real estate broker’s apprentice. I want to do this. One of my goals is to actually learn the trade of real estate. I do not care what it takes. Did I also mention that my volunteer months are over? I have learned so much in three months. The art of negotiating with people, professional networking, conversing with people of events and job opportunities. I’m not such antisocial person as I thought I was, so long ago… wow. Things are so different now. I never thought it would be… so simple.

I have to persist. There is always more to things than meets the eye. It is a start that I am willing to begin. Let me get to the library now.

hoodniggashit: wow .. where has this been all my tumblr...

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 15:55:06 -0400

hoodniggashit:

wow .. where has this been all my tumblr life

Oh my god, NUJABES! The inspiration for my Trip-hop ears.

we found so much dumpster food

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 15:37:38 -0400

Fuk yeah we did, lol

Rad, ;) these ecards are something else honestly.

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 15:36:51 -0400

Rad, ;) these ecards are something else honestly.

Dear Followers

Tue, 03 Jul 2012 15:07:25 -0400

For those (few) of you who … even wonder what’s up with me and my not posting shit. I mean, it’s tumblr, you are supposed to post stuff, right? And for those who do not care, which is also fine.

I have this habit of writing everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything, in a document that I save to my computer in Microsoft Word. I also have a habit of writing post that I intend to post on tumblr and never posting them at all. I just don’t really feel like posting them. There are hadly ever any reasons for me to really post up something and I’d rather read about others and comment on them if I really feel compelled to communicate than to write about anything particular about my life or receive any comments on it whatsoever.

I honestly do not know. I want to post things, I feel inclined to at times when the mood meets me, but I just do not ever copy and paste what I write onto the public sphere. I do not know why. That is what usually gets me. I just don’t know what to really make of it. So I just do not end up posting much—if not anything at all.

However, I may post up some things—not sure though, I just may, but I will be dating them if they are not of the date posted. E.g. I wrote something yesterday but posted it today, it will have its corresponding written date.

I’ve got a life to live, and the stories are nice and all, but I’d like them to be private—for now.

actually tastes quite terrible: Sometimes it's just easier to go by lesbian

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 18:17:08 -0400

actually tastes quite terrible: Sometimes it's just easier to go by lesbian:

millilicious:

I’ve stopped explaining my asexuality to people for a very good reason: I get bingo’ed by EVERYONE I’ve talked with. I have not come into contact with a single person outside of the Internet who has looked at me like a normal person and said ‘oh that’s interesting. I don’t quite understand what…

People are stupid… enough said. Sorry that you have met such people but it is easier for me to just have a don’t ask don’t tell policy. But at least you are open about it. Just do not be disappointed when stupid people say stupid things.

locsgirl: LOL!!! Awww, you tried, little kitty. You tried....

Mon, 02 Jul 2012 17:15:51 -0400

locsgirl:

LOL!!!

Awww, you tried, little kitty. You tried. XD

Aww man, the video is sad because it explains what happens http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CC_9aFuEkA , but it’s still cute, adorable little kitties.

nobadbitchhere: That’s dope. That’s freaking cool!

Wed, 23 May 2012 12:11:59 -0400

nobadbitchhere:

That’s dope.

That’s freaking cool!

Lovely :)

Mon, 14 May 2012 00:19:15 -0400

Lovely :)

locsgirl: deliciouskaek: note-a-bear: everythingbutharleyquinn...

Thu, 10 May 2012 02:23:20 -0400

locsgirl:

deliciouskaek:

note-a-bear:

everythingbutharleyquinn:

salveo:

Cheesey Mushroom Pull Apart Bread

For the Mushrooms

12 oz sliced mushrooms

1 Tbsp butter

1 Tbsp chopped fresh thyme

For the Bread
1 unsliced loaf sourdough bread

12 ounces Provolone cheese, thinly sliced

1/2 cup butter, melted

1/2 cup finely diced green onion

2 teaspoons poppy seeds

February 22, 2012:

I must try this.

My god, I want to make this :D

locsgirl: puzzlegirlsandpoprocks: puzzlegirlsandpoprocks: slyt...

Thu, 10 May 2012 02:07:47 -0400

locsgirl:

puzzlegirlsandpoprocks:

puzzlegirlsandpoprocks:

slytherinmyswagkorra:

so-treu:

aphoticoccurrences:

other photos from the museum party where Swedes carved up a Sarah Baartman (The Hottentot Venus) cake.

….i’m sick to my stomach.

i should upload that bell hooks article about eating the Other…………

This is disgusting

I don’t even have a gif for this….

I’M SAYING THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW! IF YOU THINK THIS IS OKAY, FUCKING UNFOLLOW ME!

Ummm……………..what the flying fuck is this shit?

I KNOW what it is. But what the actual flying fuck? WHO thought this would be a good thing?

This thing…….this thing is EVIL. No other way to describe it. It’s hurtful and dangerous, and EVIL. Bad enough some morons thought the idea of this cake would be a good idea, but then there’s a real person whose face is painted black to ‘match’.

Making light of and glorifying mutilation. Sick.

……and then the damn thing was designed to be first cut around the ‘genitals’ of the cake……..the hell, man, the hell……….. -_-

This thing was at a PARTY. Where people were CELEBRATING. That means they LIKED what they were seeing………. -_-

Man, people make up the most sick ways of entertainment…

I know for one thing this makes me rethink on a lot of things....

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:39:19 -0400

I know for one thing this makes me rethink on a lot of things. It also instills a sense of hopelessness as well.

locsgirl: spastasmagoria: fuckyeahaspiebot: Reblogging this...

Wed, 09 May 2012 23:13:36 -0400

locsgirl:

spastasmagoria:

fuckyeahaspiebot:

Reblogging this here too.

I need this on shirts.

THIS.

Part of the reason (among MANY reasons) I can’t seem to get along with people is because I’m an introvert living in an extrovert world.

……..Dang, I just realized I’m the total opposite of everything that’s valued. No wonder I’ve got issues! XD

I like this very much. For one, it’s very akin to me, and it reminds me of a girl I have a little crush on :)

locsgirl: meggannn: delicioustrap: rawrs-swag: gingerrants: ...

Wed, 09 May 2012 01:10:01 -0400

locsgirl:

meggannn:

delicioustrap:

rawrs-swag:

gingerrants:

rawrs-swag:

nijibug:

inkstone:

xekstrin:

strawberrybudikai:

mochrolatte:

oma-shu:

CHECK 1 CHECK 1-2 CHECK 3. YOU READY FOR SOME AMON SHIT?

SCREECHIN THAT DAMON THOMPSON-LIKE ANTI SHIT.

FIRST OFF I’MA SAY; IF YOU’RE A BENDER I’LL BE YOUR ENDER

MURDER BE MY GAME AND THE AVATAR I’LL MAIM

CAUSE I’M LOWER CLASS BUT RISING FAST GONNA MAKE IT LAST.

MY VOICE BE HITTING THE MIC WITH A REBELS RASP THROUGH MY MASK

PUTTING YOUR OFFICIALS IN FEAR CAUSE THEY KNOW CHANGE IS NEAR.

WALKING INTO YOUR GOVERNMENT TAKING OVER CAUSE IT’S CROOKED

YOU ABUSED YOUR POWER AND POSITION SO I CAME IN AND TOOK IT.

TRYIN TO RAISE UP THE PLEBEIAN TO RISE, REVOLT WITH A COLT, REBEL,

FUCK THE SYSTEM, SEND THE POWERED TO THEIR GRAVE IN HELL.

TEACH THE REST HOW THEY SHOULD BEHAVE

GONNA ROLL THROUGH THIS CITY LIKE A TIDAL WAVE.

AND YOU MAY BE WATER TRIBE, BUT WE’LL SEE THAT YOU’RE “OUT”.

*drops mic descends back into stage*

OUICK! SOMEONE MAKE A KORRA RAP RESPONSE! I WANT TO SEE THIS RAP BATTLE! IT SHOULD BE A THING! D8

oky I’ll do my best!!!

LOOK MOTHERFUCKER I’M THE AVATAR

I’VE GOT MORE RHYMES THAN I’VE GOT BATTLESCARS

WHAT YOU WANNA PLAY? COME BRING IT PUNK

I’LL FLAY YOU ALIVE, BEND YOUR BLOOD, AND LEAVE YOUR BODY IN MY TRUNK

SHIT! AMON, YOU LOOK SCARED, WHAT, CAN’T STAND STEADY?

TAKE OFF THE MASK BITCH AND COME FIGHT ME ALREADY

MY NAME IS KORRA FROM THE WATER TRIBE

I’VE BEEN BENDING FIRE, EARTH AND WATER SINCE I WAS FUCKING FIVE

EVERYONE SAYS I WAS BORN LUCKY AND BITCH YOU’RE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE

PEACE

#someone needs to jump in as lin beifong

RCPD R-R-RCPD

TIME TO SHUT DOWN THIS ACT BEFORE YOU UP THE ANTE

I’M NOT TAKING ANY SHIT FROM REBELS OR A VIGILANTE

DON’T THINK YOUR RABBLE-ROUSING OR SMASHING UP SHOPS
JUST BRING THE CROWDS — YOU BRING THE METALBENDING COPS

THE AVATAR HUH? CUTE. BUT TO ME THAT MEANS DIDDLY

CLEAN UP YOUR TEENAGE ACT AND GET OUT OF MY CITY

AND DON’T THINK I WON’T BE WATCHIN YOU WITH MY EYES

I’M CHIEF OF POLICE YOU BEST RECOGNIZE

BITCH-ASS POSER WANNABES I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND

THE NAME IS BEIFONG I GOT SIX FINGERS ON ONE HAND

HOL UP HOL UP HOL UP LIN!!! YOU BEST STEP OFF MY PUPIL!! AYO! AYO JINORA D-D-D-DROP THE BEAT!

NOW FIRST THINGS FIRST I’LL BEND THE AIR, THEN IMMA START ROCKING BLUE TATS AND NO HAIR.

CAUSE THATS WHAT A MUTHFUCKIN AIRBENDER DO.

JINORA,MEELO, IKKI, PEMA DATS MY AIRBENDER CREW.

LIN MAD CAUSE I GOT MORE FLOW THAN A WATERBENDA,

AMON U MAD CAUSE THERE AINT NOBODY TO DEFEND YA?

ILL RUN OVER ALL OF YA WHILE I RIDE MY BISON.

STUNTIN LIKE MY DADDY, BUT YALL BITCHES IS MY SONS.

NEXT TIME YOU STEP TO ME, BEST BE DISCREET.

UNDERSTAND WE FLY HIGH, WE BE THE LEAF.

#TENZOUT

MIC CHECK 1,2,1,2

YOU READY, ITS ME

THAT’S RIGHT BOLIN

YOU SEE ME ROLL IN

EQUALISTS? AVATAR? PUH-LEASE.

REPPIN’ THE REPUBLIC CITY STREETS

WITH THEM LADIES WRAPPED AROUND MY FINGER

IMMA FUCK YOU UP GOOD

MAKE THE PROBENDING PAIN LINGER

BITCH, WHAT YOU SAY?

THINK YOU CAN WIN

IMMA KICK YO ASS RIGHT OFF ZONE THREE

HOPE YOU CAN SWIM

It seems as though you bitches have come for not only my son, but the new avatar as well. Well You all can Pipe down because the HBIC Has entered the Igloo. Peep My Flow.

UH, UH, YEAH, CHECK IT

NOW THE QUEEN REALLY NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION

AMON, HONEY HAVE YOU CONSIDERED LIPOSUCTION?

YOUR HEAD’S GOTTEN BIG, THOUGH YOUR BRAIN IS SMALL

I’LL BLOODBEND YOUR TRIFLIN ASS UP A WALL

A REAL OG IS HERE TO TELL

YOU POSERS TO STEP OFF CAUSE IM RAISIN HELL

YOU CAME FOR MY SON AND THE AVATAR TOO?

NEED I REMIND YOU I’VE SAVED THE WORLD BOO.

WATERTRIBE IN THE HOUSE, YOU BITCHES ARE SWEET

NOW BOW TO THE QUEEN AND GROVEL AT MY FEET.

I believe the young ones say “You just got served”

Tenzin fetch my robe

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST PERFECT THING TO COME OF ANY FANDOM EVER IN HISTORY OF FANDOMS I’VE BEEN IN

FUCK

March 28, 2012:

Reblogging because of the added Katara. XD

Wow, freaking Epic win.