black and white

15th post – playing catch up.

Black and white is actually a very exciting concept for me, full of opportunities. Something about staying within the constrains of such a vivid contrast of colour.

A black and white floor, a black and white house. Black and white. A chess board. Piano keys. A crossword puzzle, dice, some newspapers, footballs (soccer balls to you Americans out there!).

Penguins, zebras, pandas, orcas, skunks, Dalmatians, cows and ermines.

The possibilities are endless because when you mix different volumes of black and white paint together you get a multitude of greys. Dark white and light black.

Malory Blackman’s Noughts and Crosses series is an interesting observation of the tumult within society when it comes to race, only in her universe the whites are the prosecuted ones and the blacks are living it up.

What about the colours in between? For example I am yellow – a mix of different races, not white nor black. Where do I fall in? To be honest I still feel ostracised in mostly-white towns. That’s England for you.

Again, not everything is black and white. Nothing is, in fact. Unless you’re thinking of penguins, but even penguins can be grey, have orangey beaks and feet and of course their insides would be red.

What comes to your mind when you think of black and white?

 

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Thoughts on Things

Hello. How are you? It has been a while, hasn’t it. Now, what on earth have you been up to?

Here are some opinions.

Donald Trump is trying to blame the democrats for his horrific child-separation policy. I don’t understand. Am I being stupid? I thought the president is the one in power, not the democrats.

A celebrity had a female child. Immediately after reading this piece of news, I thought, I would like to have a female child. Does that make me sexist? I might prefer a female child over a male child. I am worried about having children because I fear I will lose my correct body shape and become misshapen and lumpy. Ok. Fat. I don’t want to get fat. There, I said it.

They are debating whether to legalise marijuana for recreational use here in the UK after a high profile case of a severely epileptic child who could only be treated with cannabis oil had his vital medicine taken off him at customs when he arrived in the UK. His mother fears for his death and is tirelessly campaigning to have medicinal marijuana legalised. Without knowing the full story, I think, my goodness, what is wrong with the UK. Just legalise medicinal marijuana, and then, once the boy is out of the danger zone, discuss recreational marijuana! It really doesn’t have to be such a long-drawn-out process.

The World Cup. As a mixed-race, multinational person who is British but certainly hasn’t spent all her life in England, I am sorry (not really) to say that I do not support England. I think their flag is bland like their over-boiled meat. Everybody here is happy that they won, and flags are flying out of windows. As somebody wryly put it, this is the only time people can hang their flags from windows without being seen as racist. Also, the police force recently put out a statement to warn the general public that if England loses, domestic violence could rise by a third. Accompanying this piece of news was a photograph of some England supporters standing passionately on some bleachers with their shirts off and their beer guts hanging out. I have to say, I don’t like English people at the best of times, and this just made it worse. Domestic violence indeed.

So who DO I support?

What? You have to support somebody, in the nation of football lovers!

I could support Morocco, Spain and Pakistan (haha, if they qualified). But the truth is…

Well..

The truth is, I don’t care.

What do you think of the world cup?

Apparently Americans don’t care because the whole world calls it football, and to Americans, that is just not what football is. Although I really don’t understand why the game they call football is called that, since they don’t ever kick their ball.

Americans have to be the odd ones out, don’t they. Illogical nation.

Those were my opinions for this stretch of 40 minutes. I will have some later, I am sure, but I shan’t bore you with them.

What are your opinions? I am curious to know.

What Happened on Saturday?

Here is a repost of one of the first blog posts I ever wrote on this site. Mainly because I am busy studying and thought it would be good to recycle. 

 

This isn’t an exclusive insight into Saturday the 21st of December, but a summary of lots of Saturdays, and the significance of Saturdays, and what Saturday has come to mean.

Everybody has a different image in their minds when they hear the word ‘Saturday’.

For me, Saturdays are laced with yet other obligations I must adhere to. I have archery classes on a Saturday, and while this may not be an obligation as SUCH, it is nevertheless something I know will deter me from having a classic weekend lie in!

Saturday the 21st, 2013, was an interesting day. I was kept busy enough not to notice that I had a sore throat settling in until right after dinner, when swallowing my peppermint tea became rather a chore. Hmm, thought I, I do hope I am not coming down with anything!

My hopes were slammed to the curb however, when I woke up this morning feeling absolutely despicable.

When I used to live abroad, Saturdays were the first days of the week, meaning that my school week began on a Saturday, and ended on a Wednesday. Needless to say our Saturdays were like Mondays, and our Wednesdays were like Fridays!

During those schooldays I made up a song-y sort of limerick that went along the lines of,

“Saturday, chatterday, butterscotch and batter day”

and I can’t remember the rest but it was quite catchy and I used to sing it every Saturday whilst I was getting ready for school. Saturdays are rather measly, in general. Everybody is out on a Saturday so your usual haunts are no longer your own personal haunts but the haunts of the world, which diminishes their sense of ‘haunt’, as it were.

Personally I prefer Fridays. They consist of a day’s worth of hard work, and end in an evening of rest and relaxation, which, unlike on a Saturday, feel DESERVED because one had worked their ass off for it! Added to that feeling is the sense of freedom which comes with knowing that you can stay up as long as you wish doing whatever you like, because there is nothing to prepare for the next day, and no specific time in which you have to be awake!

Also, I shall take this opportunity to say that the dates and the days of December 2013 correspond to the dates and the days of September of the same year! To make this statement clearer, I shall give you an example. In September, this year, the 21st occured on a Saturday, and the 22nd occurred on a Sunday, which is the same as the 21st of this month (December), which occurred on a Saturday, and the 22nd (today) which happens to fall on a Sunday! I just thought this was an interesting little bitsy fact worthy of note.

What comes to your mind when you think of ‘Saturday’?