I Wanna Be Yours- original poem by John Cooper Clarke, adapted and performed by the Arctic Monkeys
Alternative title- Evolution of my hair
I've always had roughly the same hairstyle. I mean, come on. If you're born with straight hair, there's not much you can do except grow it out really long and then chop it all off. Or get bangs.
I change my hair when I get bored and the reason I get bored is when circumstances change. A major change in my life warrants a change of hair. However, there's always a small dilemma when it comes to changing my hair- I'm afraid to go any shorter than shoulder length. Which is why after high school, I have resorted to dyeing it. So what if I told you the changes I've made to my hair were actually related to my life?
I could date this 'hair-volution' all the way to back when I was 16. I didn't score straight A's in PMR and so I got sent to 4 Science 2. Looking back, I realised how much leaving the same classmates and friends I've made for 3 years to a class where I barely knew people shaped who I am today but at the age of 16, you can only imagine how much I loathed myself. Scoring a grade that was so close yet so far really made me sick to my stomach. And that was the first time I cut my hair short.
After I left high school and went on to college, of course, things happened there too and I was involved in a sort of flirtationship. I guess at that time, I finally saw myself as being someone that someone else could actually like- which I've never considered before. (Note: there were those silly flings in high school but those were flings which left little or no impact on my life)**. That's when I decided to highlight my hair. Highlighting my hair then felt like a form of escapism, almost rebellious.
Of course that eventually fizzled out and died leaving me back to boring hair. A traumatic experience like that made me think about changing my hair again. This time involving bleaching half of my hair and dyeing it red. I've never felt so uninhibited. I was ready to be a little badass and I got my second piercings that I've always wanted.
Now that I'm back to where I'm supposed to be- mellow and generally calm- I decided to get rid of the red-turn-blonde hair ends, cut it shorter and dye it a dark red-purple.
So now I'm back. With a more badass hair cut, a badass hair colour and I shit you not, badass piercings ;)
Signing out,
hand-grenades
**(Note: It's not that I needed a guy to validate me, I just never considered being someone's 'type' before)
Ready, Aim, Fire- Imagine Dragons
**This post will contain some choice swear words directed at a particular internet service provider**
I've been extremely patient with Unifi and this is the last straw. I decided to lodge a complaint via Twitter and I guess the only good thing I can say about their Twitter admin is that this person is extremely patient. However, it doesn't help with my situation.
First of all, I decided to do a speed test. Now there are dozens of speed test available to choose from right? So obviously I pick the first one suggested by Google called speedtest.net. After running it, I discovered that the speed was a measly 0.21-1.5 mbps. Imagine my shock and horror when all this while we've been paying them for 5mbps and this is the shit they supply us with?
Naturally I tweeted them with a screenshot of that speed test. They replied asking me to try using their speed test on their TM website. Okay, no problem. I ran it and WHOA! They told me I had a download speed of 7.7mbps and an upload speed of 3mbps. It would have made perfect sense if it wasn't for me trying to upload that picture of the screenshot THREE bloody times before actually succeeding to upload it.
Not to mention when I said it takes longer than 30 seconds to load a single Facebook page, they had the balls to tweet back and say it should only take approximately 5 seconds to load it. Well no shit, Sherlock.
So here I am trying to get them to give me a proper answer when I realised, "hey maybe they've already put a cap on our download volume." I asked them about it and their reply went something like this (note: this was the same time I asked them about the 7.7mbps bullshit), "7.7mbps is normal speed when you pay for 5mbps." HOLY GUACAMOLE! I never thought TM would be so generous to give us a faster speed than what we paid for. As far as I know, getting 85-90% of the speed paid for, now THAT'S generous. Getting 154% more than expected? Well screw me sideways and call me a whore! That's bullshit, I tell you.
Anyway, after asking them about it, they asked me to check my device to see if maybe there's a problem with that. So I Googled up possibilities of a device issues and what not and guess what? Speed can be slower when the router (or whatever device it is that turns it into wifi signal etc) is not compatible.
OHMAGOD! Is it possible that TM supplied us with a shitty router that's not compatible with Unifi and that is why I'm getting shitty wifi connections? I mean, if you can't even load a 144p YouTube video without buffering, something is wrong.
So this brings me to the end of my rant. TM, if you're reading this, we're only going to put up with this bullshit for another month or so before cancelling.
Signing out,
racka-lamb
Who We Are- Imagine Dragons
It has become painfully obvious that blogging is no longer a priority. In fact, it's so far down the list that I now don't even know where to begin.
2014 to me was the year I could leave my baggage behind and start anew- fresh. Why not 2013, you ask? Good question. 2013 was supposed to be my year to begin again. It was the year I started university and the year I felt open to change.
But things changed and to put things into perspective, I felt broken, beaten and to speak proverbially, my wings felt clipped. I didn't feel like flying and what more soaring. I felt tired, angry, alone, confused and generally weary all around. Of course most people who surrounded me never knew this. I always wore a mask and that mask became part and parcel of the 2013 me.
It's a bit too late to start talking about the "13 things I did in 2013" or my "New Year's resolution for 2014". Since it's already almost the end of February, I suppose it is time for me to start writing again. I am not pleased with this piece but this is the one that will help me write again. Words seem to fail me and I don't like the thought of that. I tried to blog but every single post (currently residing in 'drafts') seemed too dark and almost "emo", which made me angry at myself. I want to be able to write like a weaver weaves a cloth. Each thread chosen and added carefully to create a beautiful tapestry. That is what I what I want.
I shall now stop here and resume painting my nails.
Signing out,
train-wreck
