Brazil cleans up after widespread protests overnight
(Photo: Victor R. Caivano / AP)
Brazilian President Dilma Rousseff on Tuesday sought to defuse a massive protest movement sweeping the country, acknowledging the need for better public services and more responsive governance at all levels.
“Rio police fired tear gas and rubber bullets in clashes with protesting youths early Tuesday, after tens of thousands rallied in major Brazilian cities against the huge costs of hosting the 2014 World Cup.”
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
This is the news story this girl is referring to: Vietnamese Nail salon’s racist Twitter tirade offends customers
Sharing this as an FYI to my Black followers on what the Vietnamese phrase “mi deng” means.
yoooooo missouri city, texas is like mad close to my home so yeah fuck evyerhing
Viet here.
Anti-black racism is pervasive as fuck in american vietnamese communities and back home in vietnam. This is coming from my own experiences within my homes, communities, and schools.
We have derogatory language for many other races. White ppl, latin@s, etc. But often, only those perceived as black or latin@ will be spoken of negatively.
Vietnamese children are taught to fear other poc. If a child is behaving badly in public and a poc is nearby we’d tell them that the “mi deng” will get them. As a child, I remember having to lie about a friend’s race if I wanted to go to their house. My Latin@ (I lived and continue to live in a large spanish speaking community) friends would become white or vietnamese girls.
The older generation carried much of their racism to america when they immigrated because of the war. In vietnam there are stereotypical blackface comedy skits that are still happening. And the younger generation of vietnamese americans absorbed this and the added systemic racism still evident in american culture. I continue to hear young vietnamese americans using racist coded language when they don’t want another poc to realize they’re speaking of them.
I’m writing all this to other fellow viets. If you see or hear your viet family members or friends saying or doing racist things call them out on it. Tell them that whatever they did or said was racist. My mother did not understand the harm she was doing until I explained it to her. This is a cultural and linguistic barrier that we need to overcome to ensure newer generations of viets don’t absorb that kind of racist bullshit.
Reblogged for commentary. Thank you for putting it eloquently.
Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
Yousuf Karsh
Not that many of you have developed photos in darkrooms.
The glow of that particular orange light, the smell of the fixer, the feel of the print, the smoothness of the enlarger knobs.
(via arielia)
The first myth I would like to address is the myth that demisexuality is nothing more than “traditional female sexuality”.
There are a number of problems with this. It will be easier to give a numbered list.
1. It is limiting in how we understand “female sexuality.” It suggests that women experience sexuality in a certain limited way. It suggests slut-shaming because it suggests that women are supposed to conform to certain standards.
2. It suggests an understanding of demisexuality that is wrong because it suggests that demisexual people just “wait to have sex until the time is right” ignoring that demisexual people are basically asexual when not in an emotional context. Women may feel pressure from society not to have sex until they know there is a committed relationship, but a person who is demisexual doesn’t feel any sexual attraction when an emotional context doesn’t exist.
3. It ignores demisexual men.
4. Demisexuality is a sexual orientation. It is not a sexual behavior. To say that demisexuality is traditional female sexuality is conflating sexual behavior (waiting until a certain point in a relationship to have sex), with a sexual orientation (demisexual people don’t have sexual feelings about someone until they have an emotional relationship). Behavior does not mean attraction, and a demisexual person might still have sex even if attraction/desire isn’t present for a number of reasons.
I’d just like to add that it also ignores non-binary folks.
currently in a place of gratitude, truth, love, and peace.
the multiverse works in mysterious ways… but forever always in honesty x
It’s easy to be considered a misandrist when men are socialized to feel entitled to women and our time. So, if you ignore them, you’re a misandrist. If you insist they leave you alone, you’re a misandrist. If you focus on building healthy female-centered relationships over relationships with men, you’re a misandrist. Misandry is basically, prioritizing your agency, autonomy and fellow women, over men in a society that teaches you that being feminine relies on giving into men’s feelings of entitlement.
When you plant seeds in the garden, you don’t dig them up every day to see if they have sprouted yet. You simply water them and clear away the weeds; you know that the seeds will grow in time. Similarly, just do your daily practice and cultivate a kind heart. Abandon impatience and instead be content creating the causes for goodness; the results will come when they’re ready.
Tonight I sleep under the full moon light realizing that I am a mere body of water that follows the rhythm of mi Abuela Moon
Some people moonstrate, some people don’t moonstrate, some people love and honor their moonstration, some people do not like to talk about their moonstrations, some men moonstruate, some women cannot moonstrate, some people like to moonstrate, some people chart their moonstration with the moon, some people moonstrate in ceremony, some people offer their moonstration to earth, some people moonstrate with the full moon, some people fairly ever moonstruate, some moonstrations come when they wanna come, some moonstrations are painful and beautiful, some moonstrations are revealing moonstrations come in any gender, some moonstrations are greatly looking forward too, some moonstrations tell people hey ain’t pregnant any more, moonstrations are diverse but one think yall should know is that no matter what kind of body of water you are my water and your water follow the rhythm of the Moon
I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that’s why it’s a sin. Because you’re beating God at his own game.
i think aggressively practicing self love is important, no matter where you are in life
if you’re single, you ought to dedicate time to finding out who you are and loving yourself
and if you’re in a relationship, you ought to dedicate time to finding out who you are and loving yourself
winnipeg is fucked.
fuck living in winnipeg.
Travelling through country towns has been quite the experience. I'm not a big city girl, especially after witnessing the hectic pace of Sydney's CBD, but I'm a city girl nonetheless. The job I have right now doesn't allow much time for proper sightseeing. We usually work in a town for a few days and hit the road again immediately. So when my South Australian boy and I get the chance we always grab the van and drive off in search for adventure while the rest of the boys chase after small-scaled nightlife.
Bonding through our casual use of pot and our appreciation of nature, we caught the sunset and then drove deep into the Mirima National Park in Kununurra, WA with the pretense of an attempt to find "Candy Mountain". Equipped with a pillow and blanket, we climbed onto the roof of the van, lay on our backs, and let the stars shrink us in size.
MEANWHILE I get told I can't board the plane unless I change out of my t-shirt that says "Calm your shit" because I'd be offending other patrons. This was with Qantas, who owns JetStar.The incident occurred six hours into a flight from Auckland to Singapore, when a male flyer is alleged to have relieved himself in the aisle, nzherald.co.nz reports.
The spray is said to have soaked a man’s leg and a female passenger’s scarf.
Passengers said the man was seen mixing whiskey in a Burger King cup with a friend before the incident.
"Everyone was yelling at him and he slowly became aware that he was being uncouth,” passenger Amos Chapple told nzherald.co.nz.“He pulled up ... and wobbled back to the other end of the plane."
I'm trying to look for the signs, trying to see what life really wants to tell me. I've learned a whole lot during my trip to Australia, but coming home as been a lesson in itself.
I returned to the same environment, to the same people, but things were different. I was different. Not radically, but definitely noticeably. At first I thought the things I saw in the people closest to me were newly risen, but I soon realized that the insecurities that they carried had always been there, and I was just too distracted to notice.
I had spent almost three whole months day in-day out travelling with Jen, my new best friend. She's smart, she's fun, and she's gorgeous... but she doesn't think so. And it killed me. It absolutely killed me that this beautiful person--on the inside and out--could not see herself the way I did. I had never faced anything like this in my life. All my friends are confident people, believe in themselves, and love themselves as I love them--or so I thought.
As it turns out, I was completely wrong. I came home to my introverted, self-hating friends. The same ones that make me feel incredible, worthy, beautiful are the ones who talk themselves down, lack belief in their capabilities, and deem themselves unworthy of love. And I was so torn.
How do I get people to believe in themselves? I could say all I want to them, I could give them all the self-help books in the world, I could send them links to inspirational videos... but there is no specific formula to light the spark of belief inside each individual. I spent my entire time with Jen battling with these thoughts, and when I came home I still found myself at the front-lines.
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One day on the SkyTrain I was heading home from downtown. A man was standing while another man and his wife were sitting down. The sitting man, clothes rough and stained from construction work, noticed the standing man, donning an expensive-looking business suit, and gestured for him to sit in the available seat before him. They both smiled, and the standing man took the seat.
An act of kindness, so small and unnoticed in this world, and I had the honour of witnessing it. I was almost moved to tears. There is goodness that need not be searched for, but simply paid attention to. But we cannot recognize it if we do not know of it in the first place, and the only place we can first know it is in ourselves.
Love yourself, otherwise you will not know how to love others.
Let's play Zumi Zumi!
Currently volunteering for a 9-day bicycle tour. Last night we had a volunteer party and not wanting to just sit around sipping on white wine I got all our new friends (all of which were Asian! Woohoo! (basically the only Asians out of the 1200 people)) to play some drinking games. I don't know what you'd call it--conceited maybe--but it makes you feel awesome when you look around and see all eyes on your table because you're having the most fun! We even got some German girls to play with us too and they introduced to us a few of their own games.
My sincerest apologies for lagging behind on my blog. I've been on the move really often and it's hard to find motivation to keep up with this when it's the end of the day and all you want to do is sleep. I know I'm a million weeks behind on my vlogs :( I'll see what I can do!
I'm in Western Australia at the moment and I'm travelling around with the bicycle tour as a way to see WA and to not have to spend much money doing it! They give us food and we sleep in tents (like everyone else) and move from town to town every day. It's really awesome. The cyclists ride on average 50km a day... something I probably couldn't do daily... But it's been pretty fun! I'm here with the American girl, Jen, and she's seriously become a best friend. We're so alike! Evelyne decided to hit up the East coast sooner so she met up with some other people and is there as I type. Unfortunately they've been hit with a lot of rain :( I wish she was here in sunny WA!
That's all for now. I miss you all but I don't want to go home!! :)
My mom wants me home for her 50th birthday which falls on Mother's Day this year (May 8th), but I also want to make the most of my working visa. I'm pretty sure what I will do is fly home for that and fly back here afterward and officially leave Australia in July. But I would need to work super hard to pay for that extra flight, and then I'd have no money saved to travel elsewhere because this country is so damn expensive!
I considered just blowing all my money on the East coast and then head home in May and forget about working, but I thought about how I'd feel sitting in my room and I'd probably want to kick myself for not staying in Australia longer. I didn't pay $1800 just to visit a few cities, yenno?
I wish I had more time. I just really want to be back in Vancouver in the summer and for my birthday... and maybe for another person... Otherwise I'd never leave.
I guess I know what I want. I just don't know what to do.
Jen, Evelyne, and I headed down to Melbourne for a few days. I know Melbourne is supposed to be wonderful, but I guess because we arrived disoriented, stayed in a way-too-busy hostel, and found out we needed way more money than we had to do the things we wanted, we were really discouraged and that changed the way we saw the city for the rest of our stay.
One thing I really appreciated here was its architecture. It's simply amazing to see and every time you look up, you're guaranteed to be more amazed at the buildings than the sky.
I definitely want to come back in a few weeks with a fresh perspective and see things that I too quickly walked by. When we were hanging with a bunch of French guys, they split up and we hung out with just three of them, but Evelyne was trying to explain to me "on aurait du"... as in we should've hung out with the other guys instead. That's kind of how I feel about my trip to Melbourne. We should have thought things out better.
We are definitely going to plan the rest of our trips with care. Things always work out in the end, but they don't always work out fantastic, yenno? It's not like our entire stay here was terrible. The hostel wasn't really TOO bad, it was just the kitchen area that gets super busy all the time. And we did have our fun :) Apparently after a few glasses of wine I speak pretty decent French. Hehehe..
$2 - Wifi card at the library x2
$19.95 - shampoo & conditioner
$39 - cell phone
$30 - cell phone top up
$11.50 - pho
$6 - swimming pool
$4 - bank account fee
$8 - currency exchange fee
$21.50 - groceries
$4.30 - train ticket
$4.70 - Japanese food (udon)
$5.30 - ferry ticket
$10 - a mixed drink
$8 - Asahi beer
$22 - taxi from a train station to home
$15 - gay club
$4 - fries after club
$64 - taxi from club to Ale's home
$5 - Church donation
Grand total of: $284.25
That's week one... and I didn't even remember EVERYTHING. Oh dear :((((((
Staying away from alcohol and taxis.
It wasn't an immediate attraction, but I knew I was going to be open and give it a chance. I had to. What else was I going to be here for? I mean, the first few days started off pretty slow. Nothing much happened. But the moment the ferry took us through the waters, I fell in love.
Sydney, you are too amazing and I have yet to even get to know you.
Jocelyn, Vicky, Linda (cousin), & me
So I've been documenting my trip in so many ways! Pictures, videos, blogs, journals. It's kind of hard to put everything together. Ariel got me a huge notebook which was exactly what I was looking for!! It's nice to finally write on paper for once, with the intention of just speaking to myself and not an audience. But I'm posting them up anyway, just because. They're really scattered thoughts, and just things I wrote down while on the plane from Auckland, NZ to Sydney, AUS.
I walked home from the library yesterday. It was getting pretty dark. I almost got lost.... But I made it! BAM! I know my way around :).... almost. AND I HAVEN'T CRIED SINCE. Yay.
To Anonymous #1 from my last post: Yea! I've watched quite a few episodes before and I am SO JEALOUS. To the point where I actually can't stand watching more because I feel like I should be doing those things rather than watching them do it :P
To Calvin: The legal age in Australia is 18. Guess how old I am? BOOYAH!
Travelling for twenty four hours is pretty brutal. I felt incredibly gross :( The vegan airplane food was pretty sweet stuff, though! Plus sides: you get food before everyone else, it actually tastes really good (compared to other stuff I've had, besides Cathay Pacific food (that stuff wins always)), no animals were harmed in the making of your meal. Down side: nil.
Answering everyone's questions all at once:
Stayed up for the sunrise yesterday. I actually haven't even slept yet since, and it's been almost thirty hours in total. This past week has been so hectic. I didn't give myself enough breathing room from one activity to the next. It's been really nice seeing everyone before I leave, but all this running around has left me so tired that I can't even sleep... At least I said no when I knew I couldn't do something. (Sorry KT & Flowers. I promise you delectable vegan baked goods when I return ♥)
When I was admiring the sunrise, I was about to walk away when I noticed an airplane taking off. It was a pretty beautiful moment. I'm not going to say that it finally hit me that I was going to leave the next day, but the feeling of anxiety did grow stronger.
I'm still not excited. I'm still only just scared out of my mind.
I wouldn't call this excited. I'm scared more than anything. I don't know what to expect.
And honestly? The biggest thing on my mind right now is how I haven't started packing yet and how I still have to clean my room. Seriously, of all the shit going on in my life that is currently my biggest worry. As it should be, it's a fucking disaster zone.
A part of me wishes I hadn't told so many people about my trip just so it'd be easier to back out and cancel my flight :P I don't know if I actually would but that's how I'm feeling right now. I think it's mostly because I feel so unprepared, but this is coming from someone whose life is defined by spontaneity and does everything on an impulse.
Anyway, welcome to my travel blog where I will update about my five months (pending) in Australia. If you are new here and if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to leave a comment (or anything remarkably witty to say, like: OMG SOOOO COOOOOL.) If you are a frequent reader, a "Bookmark" button should be located in middle of your Internet browser's menu bar for simple access to this fantastic blog, which is provided for free by some really cool hippies. Take some time to read through the safety precautions located at the bottom of this blog post, grab a soy latte, fasten your seat belt, and enjoy the vicarious ride :)
Read this before I talk too much:
I promise to all my teachers that are reading this to not swear so fucking much (haw haw), but if I get too excited about something I hope you'll understand! A 12-year-old looking girl like me? Vulgar language? NEVER!!! (100% of my friends are rolling their eyes at that.) But I definitely will keep this Safe For Work, so that you can read this while your class writes about a journal topic that they think is for marks, but isn't really.
Now that I think about it though, I don't know how this could even get N(ot)SFW to begin with....
TALKING TOO MUCH. Enjoy! :)
I hate how I'm really bad at blogging about my travels. Anyway, to sum up my trip to California, here is what I wrote on my personal blog:
Home is where the heart is
& I’ve left a piece of it back in San Francisco… though I sure am happy to be back in Vancouver.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I was sure impressed and amazed at how suited I was for the city, or how suited the city was for me. I can’t wait to one day go back and live there.
I’m not going to lie, a lot of my prejudice for the United States has lifted. I suppose years of schooling has made me become pretentious in a way, for all the times Canada has looked better than the US in so many situations and continues to apparently rise above. It just made me realize that the decisions made by the government or the majority of a country are not in itself the decisions of every individual residing there, and so it is completely unfair to be so surprised to learn that the person sitting behind me on the street car could very well be from my country of origin. (Duh, no brainer right?) A place does not determine a person, though a person can determine a place.
I am forever grateful that I didn’t spend my week there seeing the city through the eyes of a tourist, even though I have only barely skimmed the surface. It’s made me realize that I still don’t know the city I live in well enough either, but I am now determined to change that.
Every time I travel, my eyes open up wider than before. Every time I travel, the world seems so gigantic and I feel so incredibly small. Every time I travel, it’s hard to figure out where I fall in the grand scheme of things. But every time I travel, I learn even more about myself, of my hopes, my dreams, and my desires.
Seven days, and I have learned so much.
and didn't jump off.
Our days seem so long. I'm really glad that we didn't get the 7-day bus pass for $24 because we've been doing a whole lot of walking around. As far as the destinations may seem, the walks are a good way of really seeing the surroundings. Bus tickets are $2.00 for adults and $0.75 for students (17 & under)... too bad I didn't bring my ID. I really like this transit system. It's really old, but very efficient. Many buses run until 5AM, and even then other ones will have started, so there is never no way home.