Afghani Women

So this is a tad unlike my normal posts of ranting and raving at nonsense first world problems..
This post may disturb some people and if you don’t care to read it, I’d stop here.

I’ve been watching this documentary about this 21yr old Afghanistan woman named Nel, who currently lives in England because her mother and father moved there illegally when she was 6.
She travels back to Afghanistan to get back to her roots and try and understand where she came from.
There’s of coarse, the “respect” issue, where women have to wear the ‘Burka’ all the time as to not show themselves to men, if they were to wear loose pants or not be completely covered they would be beaten in the streets.
The culture there makes you believe that if you are a woman and you show your face to a man, it’s disrespectul and disgusting.
It makes you want to cover yourself up, because you don’t want to be disgusting.
Attention from men in Afghanistan is not wanted, you don’t choose your own husband, your family chooses him for you, it is illegal to be married under the age of 16 but children are getting married by the age of 12.
There was a horrific story of this young girl that was in a burn unit, she’s 15 and she can no longer walk.
Her father traded her to another family, so that his son could marry the other families daughter.
This young 15 yr old girl (back then at the age of 12) was beaten everyday by her husband, his mother and his sister, this went on for 2 years until she turned 14..
One day she couldn’t take it anymore, they had beaten her for hours and then tied a noose around her neck and strung her up until she couldn’t breath, they did this continuously whilst threatening her life.
When they finally stopped she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and she didn’t want to live like that anymore, she poured petrol over herself and set herself alight.
She now resides in the Afghani hospital burn unit, without use of her legs, they’re rotting away and she has them covered as to avoid the smell.
Nel then went and visited a womans prison, one girl at the age of 18 had been there since she was 15 and was imprisoned because her father had given her hand in marriage to a 60yr old man who already had a wife and children, she refused to marry him and she ran away, met another man and married him in a chance to escape her fate with her future 60yr old husband.
Her father then pressed charges against her for dishonoring there family, and she’s been in jail ever since, they haven’t even told her when she’ll be able to get out.
Women that are imprisoned that have children, their children also live in the jail with her, but are kept separate.
This woman burned herself to get away from her abusive husband.

This documentary has opened my eyes to the reality of how much freedom we have here, how much of the little things we take for granted and overdo.
The young girls that go out looking like little hookers, that’s taking your freedom for granted, yes you have the right to wear what you want but, why portray yourself like that?
Why not respect the fact that your given that freedom in the first place and use it wisely.
When women out there aren’t even allowed to show there face!
And we have teenagers walking around showing off there cooches!
It makes me think that no matter where you are, the world is slowly going to hell, and given the chance, humanity can’t be trusted to make the right decisions.
We’re controlled by media and religion.
No one thinks for themselves, everyone is following someone else, those who act like individuals are following someone they’ve seen acting like an individual and so forth.
No one is genuine.
We can’t even be trusted to have free will without exploiting it.
Then when others choose to put in place rules to control our free will, we take it to an extreme.
There’s no medium, on this Earth.

I think that people choose to believe they have some control over their lives, because if they were to accept the truth.
There would be no reason to live.

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Posted by on June 26, 2012 in Journal


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Ventors & Fixers

Alright so apologies once again for not posting in.. lets say a fair amount of time..
This post is basically about men and women..
And how they go about problem solving..
Okay so Women, women are ventors..
When we have a problem, we vent and then we feel better…
Men, men are fixers…
Men hear a problem and they like to fix it..
It’s just what they do..
But there in lies your problem..
Women like to vent, but we don’t like men to fix our problems..
We just want to get it off our chest, we don’t want your problem solving abilities..
Why must you try and fix everything? Why can’t you just listen and then hug..
But if men don’t come up with a solution they feel worthless, un-men-like
Then they don’t understand when we’re not grateful for there wonderful solution, to magically fix all our problems..
it’s a difficult world, and in turn I leave you with this advice..
Women, vent to your friends and family but DO NOT under any circumstances, TAKE THERE ADVICE! But that way, you get it off your chest and avoid confrontation with your man,
Men, If a woman does happen to vent to you, listen, empathise and hug/kiss.
There will be no more venting and you’ll avoid an unnecessary argument.

Your welcome..


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Posted by on June 20, 2012 in Journal


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Do women have no self respect these days?
I understand that they crave attention and that almost everybody dresses like a whore and posts it all over the internet, but does it constantly need to be shoved in my face?
Not only do I begin to question myself and think, do men really want that?
And if they didn’t would these images and advertising really be that popular but it almost sickens me that no one has respect for themselves..
Are you ever going to get older and have children?
Do anything with your life that’s remotely significant? because if so.. your fucked now..
Nothing good is coming your way, not only that but I honestly wouldn’t enjoy knowing my boyfriend had showed himself to the world, it takes the excitement out of it..
It’s like getting a present, that’s already been unwrapped..
And everyone you know has already seen it and they’re not impressed..
No one is jealous of what you have, because who cares?
They can mentally have that whenever they want..
I’m probably just being overly up tight, but it seems like doesn’t matter what you do now, pornography is unavoidable..
What a wonderful age to live in..


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Posted by on June 2, 2012 in Journal


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I don’t really know.. (Beware, offensive language)

So I’m in this stage in my life which I’m gathering everyone goes through..
Either that or I’m having some sort of psychotic breakdown..
I’m feeling like I dislike my life..
I’m in a meaningless job that I didn’t study for..
Which takes me an hour to get to..
I’m in a small apartment where there isn’t even enough room for my things let alone anyone elses..
I don’t have a car so I can’t get anywhere..
My partner which I do have, couldn’t care less about me..
All I do is make his life worse..
I don’t think I have any friends, and the ones I do have I either don’t have time to see or can’t afford to go out..
My best friend is in Melbourne and I can’t find time to talk to her, plus I have nothing to talk about because my life is so boring..
I’m still not talking to anyone from my family since they confirmed they wanted nothing to do with me..
It seems like the only person that cares if I’m around is my boss, and that’s only because she can’t be fucked trying to find someone to fill my shifts.
I just think, what’s the point in trying anymore?
Why bother getting out of bed, going to work, getting dressed… doing my hair even.
When absolutely nobody gives a flying fuck.
I think from now on my philosophy is going to be, “I don’t give a fuck”
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to talk to me..
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to buy these sunglasses..
I don’t give a fuck if I look like a mess..
I don’t give a fuck if I look fat today..
I don’t give a fuck if it’s raining and everyone has an umbrella besides me..
I don’t give a fuck if I miss my bus..
i don’t give a flying fuck if nobody wants me around..
I’m here until I die, so fuck off and find someone else that has a fuck to give!

Excuse my language.

I’m going to go sulk in bed now and possibly fall asleep.
I might post a photo later.



Posted by on May 23, 2012 in Journal


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Love, Family, Heartbreak

So Something very interesting happened last night..
It was during my little cooking session, chips were in the oven.. steaks were on the grill and the mushroom sauce was bubbling away..
I got a message, a text message to be exact..
From my Mother.
Now as you all know, Mother’s Day was this past Sunday (In Australia anywho) and as I don’t live in the same state as my mother on Mothers Day I texted her early in the morning saying exactly this..
“Good Morning Mum, Happy Mothers Day! I hope you have a great day today and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to celebrate it with you, when you get a moment give me a buzz and I’ll call you, Ciao”
That’s what I sent her, at something like 9:30am
I got a reply at 10:30pm that said..
“Thanks, have a good day”
Now.. I know I’m only young but i was working Monday so by 10:30pm I was asleep..
So I didn’t call her, 2 days before Mothers Day I did mention that I had sent her a card and that it wouldn’t get there by Mothers Day but to expect it in the mail.
Now yesterday (Tuesday) I texted her, asking how she was and whether or not she had received the card yet or not..
Her response?
“No I have not received your card and frankly I don’t care anymore, from now on I’m spending my time with my nieces and nephews who actually love me, good luck with your life. Annette.”
That was the precise message that I had received that night whilst cooking and I honestly didn’t know what to say to that..
Obviously I was extremely hurt and acting on impulse I immediately responded with a harsh but true message back, there we’re 2 more messages sent from each end and it ended with “Goodbye”
Suffice to say we are no longer speaking to eachother and she made it quite clear that the rest of my family doesn’t wish to have anything to do with me either.
Being their choice I’ve accepted it and now I can move on.
You see, for quite a while now t00n and I have been toying with the idea of moving to Paris, or Europe in general.
We’ve done everything here in Australia and I think it’s time for a change, before, although I did wish to travel I was resistant to any permanent change because of the ties to my family, but now that I don’t really have any ties to speak of I thought why not?
It’s now MY life and I’m on my own..
Free to do as I please..
So I think after taking a trip there i might seriously consider it..
What have I got to lose?
Starting research time!


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Posted by on May 16, 2012 in Journal


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So I’m becoming slack with my blogging and i apologise once again.
Work is taking up a bit of time and I have drama at home..
Speaking of work, it’s going alright..
Had my first shift by myself and it went well right up until the end when I was closing and all of a sudden these customers came up out of nowhere..
Anywho t00n updated my laptop to Lion and it’s so amazing..
I’m telling you, it’s taken forever but it is very very cool..
It’s starting to get really cold and so I’m actually wearing socks and a scarf around the house..
I have some cleaning to do because I’ve been slack with that too..
But I’m cooking a nice steak dinner tonight for t00n and I to hopefully cheer him up because he’s been very stressed lately and to be honest it’s starting to stress me out..
He works too much and he’s extremely overworked..
We actually had a discussion about how pathetic it is that we both want to enjoy our life and travel and what not but to live in this country we have to pay twice as much for anything..
an apartment..
It’s pathetic, if your working majority of your life, just to keep going another day.. Is that really living?

I’ll try and find something to blog about later on, but ciao for now..

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Posted by on May 15, 2012 in Journal


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Hey guys!

Sorry that I haven’t written in so long, I had a busy weekend and lately I’ve been feeling like me writing is me being lazy so I’ve been avoiding it and trying to do other things.

I’ve got some great photos for you though!

We went to SeaWorld on the weekend (t00n and I) it was nice.

Umm, work is going alright, working tomorrow.

Definitely considering house hunting lately because we really think this place is too small for us.

Umm, haven’t been up to much, been a little sick.

Short of money this week aswell so that sucks, t00n has been unhappy lately, with work and he’s stressed about money and feels unhappy, I’m not sure what to do to make him happy anymore though.

Bit stumped there.

Mothers Day is this Sunday, I don’t think we’re really doing anything, buying my mum a card but no money so no gift.

Alright well that’s it, Enjoy!






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Posted by on May 10, 2012 in Journal


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