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So, uh, it's been a week again, the fic I posted yesterday not withstanding, since I posted.

I swear, I don't want to be this person who only bloggs on the weekends and the rest of the week is reduced to 140 characters and inane tumblr reblogging!

But I am that person, as well.

Somehow, I have to get my groove back.

Now though, I'm getting ready to go to my nephew's birthday party.

He's 11.

I don't even know how that's possible.
eumelia: (flog it)
One a month on a Tuesday I have an LGBT Feminist Reading group meeting. It is my happy place to go to where I can be all smarty pants and feel like my intellectual muscles aren't atrophying.

On Monday I get a call from my mother telling me I'm needed to babysit my niece (the one I nannied over the summer) because she's sick (her her daycare is closed, or both) on Wednesday and can I come the day before so that I can be at my sister's house bright an early.

And I was all... ugh.

I refused to miss my one a month happy place, so I got up at five this morning in order to catch the ten to six bus which would get me in time to the central bus station of my city to catch to bus back to my home town where my sister lives.

Soooooo, yeah.

I slept for four hours (I'm a night person, I go to bed around midnight - one am and later on a regular basis) and was out the door at twenty to six... and arrived at the station just in time to see my bus stop, see me run and shout at the top of my lungs to "Wait! Wait a minute!"... it drove off.

Regular readers probably know what I said out lout at that point.

Say it with me: "Motherfuck!"

Luckily a cab came by and I dished out the dough I can't really spare for the fare and I arrived at the central bus station in time to get the earlier bus to my home town.

Thankfully, it's an hour and a half ride down south so I napped and I arrived lively enough to entertain my niece as she ate and messed up her hair, face and shirt as she smushed yoghurt all over herself.

Ah, the joys of being jobless, available and living so fucking far away.
eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
I have another nephew!

He was born yesterday and I'll only see him tomorrow!

This frustrates me, because I hate waiting to see the little ickle babykins!

Ahem, excuse me while I gush and go Auntie in your face.

I've now overtaken my brother, seeing as he is now a dad (I can't believe my big brother is a daddy *wibble*), I'm an aunt to most kids in this family, while my sibs actually have to parent some of them.

I win!

Sister-in-Law is well, I spoke to her about an hour after the kid was greeted into the world and she sounded much like herself; calm, contained, like it was no big thing she pushed a watermelon out of her body. So that's good.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Babies! I love them! :D
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After I finished writing my papers, I slept for twelve hours.

I may have woken up due to nature calling, but I slept for hours after that.

It was the sleep of the just, my friends. Of the just, because I was done and I had no where to go the day after.

I did, however, decide to clean all the things. And when I say all the things, I mean the fact that over a three month semester and a two and half months long summer I let papers pile on high and books migrated from flat surface to flat surface, leaving dust voids that were very quickly filled. With dust that is.

Six hours.

That is how long it took to make my cave lair place under the bridge bedroom habitual again.

I felt very accomplished, mainly because I also opened up my drawers and empties them of the junk that accumulated since the last time I emptied them. Which was probably when I started my degree, four years ago.

So yeah, I still need to go through all the papers I removed from there. A lot, if not most, will go by way of recycling. But it's a very cleansing thing, going through your drawers and removing the debris. I'll probably do the same with my Uni notes and articles, but I'll let those lie for now. They only recently found a home inside my cupboard.

My main accomplishment, though? Moving my hamper of stuffed animals (my loyal companions since early childhood) into our house's designated kid's room - where my Nieces and Nephews play and sleep when they come over. I was actually all verklempt because I was sealing off a portion of my life that was never coming back. I kept a few small stuffed animals that are easy to place of a bookshelf or something similar - even though in my current status as a single person they sleep quite happily by my pillow!

Related to that, I gave my "My Little Pony" collection to my niece. I had been reluctant to let her play with them, because, you know, they were mine and little grubby five year old hands aren't going to be touching the ponies I played with when I was five! Of course, I then realised I was twenty-six and really, what's the point of keeping toys in a box I hadn't opened in years?

I told my mom, they were to be played with, if my Niece wanted to. My mother's face, boy you could see the glow and she happily told me that while I was at work and my Niece came over she played with the Little Ponies more than any other toy.

Fuck, I'm tearing up just writing this!

*sniff*

Sorry, I seem to be going through growing pains.
eumelia: (little delirium - silly)
...and despite the 20 minutes of rain we had, hasn't really left yet.

It's the 1st of September and I have a mountain of things I need to get done.

I did feel, that despite my long absences from here, which will be rectified as soon as I've finished my homework of 12K Words in Academia, I thought I should mention that today is my last official day as my youngest Niece's Nanny.

Unlike last time, during which I took care of her older sister, I was in a much better place emotionally and physically, not to mention that Baby herself was much older than her sister was.

Still, it's been intense and I've, obviously, bonded with her and so seeing her go to a crèche (family business, the woman take no more than four babies of approximate age at a time) really hit me.

Today we went to spend some time at the crèche, to get her used to place, play with the toys, get to know the caretaker (the woman who owns the place) and I just lost it.

I don't mind crying in public; I'm inclined to say that my life consists more in pauses of crying than me starting and stopping the tears that seem to live in the corners of my eyes. However, when you're the Aunt and that baby isn't actually "hers".

I cried and then the baby cried and it was terrible. Of course I just let her play and she was fine. Me? I'm okay, really.

Just, it's hard, I'm glad not to be tied down to the baby any more, but you get used to a that tiny presence and watching her learn to crawl, roll over, sit up and grow a tooth (and a taste for cannibalism! OW! It freaking' hurts when she bites!) is very rewarding.

I'm glad I'm no one's mother.

Every time I take care of a baby, I can honestly say, I'm happy I'm never going to have one of my own.

Oh, yeah, no children of my own in my future - as I mentioned to a friend, if I ever date someone with kids, I have no problem being "Step-Mel" or "Auntie-Something", but actual pregnancy, giving birth and going through the endless anxiety that never really goes away of making sure that little clump of flesh and blood survives... no.

Just, no.

Right now, she's sleeping her afternoon nap and later on her parents will pick her up to go home.

As for me, well, my oldest niece claims she remembers me taking care of her as a baby (yeah... no) and we have a very special bond. I can only hope the baby's family tells her of the summer her Auntie Melly took such good care of her - even if she bumped her head a few times and I stepped on her by accident.
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I have been absent, not because stuff in my life hasn't been happening or because I found myself unable to comment on politics in my locale, or even because I've been exceedingly busy (though I have been).

I was actually going to update yesterday, but due to the DDoS attack on Livejournal I found myself reluctant to put down in words my thoughts and such, because I wasn't sure whether the cross-posting would work. Let me tell you, I am so happy my DW and LJ are mirrors of each other and that everything is basically backed-up in that way.
Jesus.

I've been contemplating what I'll be doing next year, and I've been zigzagging between various decisions none of which feel resolved to me, but life in flux isn't all bad, I have the chance to reflect and think about things.

One of the things that made me want to get back to making regular updates, is giving a bit of an anecdote about my niece Libby (she's the big one, not the infant), because looking back since the beginning of the year, my writing here has been choppy and scarce, hopefully you all have been noticing, and even if you haven't I have.

Hopefully I can get back to spieling at you all on a regular basis.
There has also been a "taking television seriously" reason that got me blocked for a time, I might get into that here or later. Oh... now that I that I think about, I have a lot to write about, suddenly!

But first, being the self-centered and proud Auntie that I am (I even have a nickname!) I want to talk about how this anecdote reflects how foreign I feel in my own life, sometimes.

Anecdote: Cut for Length )

I should find a girlfriend for myself, really, and not just to be cool-and-queer aunt Mel a.k.a Gaga (yeah, that's my nickname!), though that's a really big perk :-)
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So, because I called in sick really late yesterday (like three hours before my shift) and because I had the afternoon shift, guess who spent an hour and a half schlepping books to and fro that weren't put in place yesterday because there was no Library Page in the afternoon.

I tell you, despite the fact that my stomach doesn't ache any more, except what feels like a pulled muscle on my right side (which is no where near my appendix, that's closer to the groin - at least, I hope *meep*), the whole book lifting thing is damn hard work!

So, now everything is back to a normal base line and I can spend my time goofing off on the Internet.

I mentioned yesterday that I had a stomach ache and we all know what the best medicine for a stomach ache is, right? A hot water-bottle! Lovely hottie! Well, yesterday I had something better.
My two month old niece!
She slept on me for about an hour and a half, snoring/snorting away as her big sister and brother spent the afternoon with me and their Granny (my mom).
Oh, lovely hot water-bottle baby!

Any way, now I'm about to collect my next round of returned book and then goof off again! Ach, working in a Library is fun.
eumelia: (brilliant)
Happy International Woman's Day!

Here's to 100 years of celebrating women!

I spend the day writhing in pain and doing baby/Auntie duty, seeing as I didn't go to work today.

I've been terrible in updating, but I've been terribly swamped with the Semester starting and all, I want to get as many assignments and papers out of the way so that I have a chance to, you know, not work a lot...

None the less I still procrastinate like mad, but I'm meeting deadlines and my profs seem to be happy with my work, so yay!

Other than that, if I wasn't in pain and stressed I think my mind would be better equipped to give y'all an actual update on my life... but gah.

I just want to make sure you're all still around!

I'll try and write something substantial soon.

Auspicious

Jan. 1st, 2011 04:15 pm
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Happy New Year, if you celebrated I hope y'all aren't hung over.

For me, the new year actually started with the birth of my new Niece who was born two weeks ago, so really, the passage to 2011 didn't feel to important comparatively.


Some changed regarding this DW/LJ for 2011. I've started writing in Hebrew on a different platform, which is one of the reasons I hadn't been writing much here the past couple of weeks. That, and Uni is beginning to crunch, I'm being very bad writing here instead of studying.
So I may not write that much about politics here, though I don't know.

The current political climate in my locale is fucking scary. The fact that the court actually gave a guilty verdict to former president Katsav on two counts of rape, sexual assault and sexual harassment is a small ray of light, that justice was served is a real point of optimism in an otherwise pretty bleak atmosphere.

This morning, Jawaher Abu Rahmah, died of tear gas inhilation. Yesterday was the 1000th demonstration against the illegal fence/wall that partisions the West Bank from Israel and at the same time annexes vast amounts of land belonging to the West Bank to the so-called Israeli side (the whole notion of the Green Line is pretty much dead). She was resident of Bil'in, anti-fence activist and sister of Bassem Abu Rahmah who died in April 2009 from a direct hit of a tear-gas canister.

And people are surprised that people become Shahid. And you're damn right there will be harsh reactions.

Of course, that's the crazy Palestinians and to be frank, I'm not sure how many outside my milieu actually give a damn.

But let's talk about them crazy Jews, who, much to my horror, appear to be a great majority rather than not.
I can't remember if I wrote about this at the time, but a few months ago, 50 municipal Rabbis (Separation of state and religion? What is this thing you speak of?) signed a letter calling flat owners not to rent flats to Arabs.
This sparked a huge wave of protest against this deceleration and of course for this deceleration as it pretty much fed the already burning fire of racism that is so entrenched in Israeli discourse. The biggest demonstration against Arab residents was in Bat-Yam, a city adjacent to south Tel-Aviv, there though, the focus was about - and I shudder to write this - miscegenation.

The notion of the nation's cunt being under attack is not a new one, but it is certainly gaining momentum, as the Rabbis' wives published a letter telling us, daughters of Israel, to stay away and not date Arab men.
There has been no mention of Israeli men to not date Arab women, of course, as it is Arab men who are hyper-sexualised (as all "primitives" are) and women who are fickle enough to fall under their Svengalli spell.

This is the society my baby niece has been born into.

Unfortunately, the voices of opposition which are not considered legitimate because they are part of the Reform Movement which has no standing whatsoever when it comes to Israeli Jewish thought.

Here's to 2011.
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I'm in a park that provides WiFi.
For free.

Very far out I say.

But alas, I will not be live-blogging my Nevvie's party seeing as I'd actually like to participate in the celebratory picnic.

The weather is beautiful, breezy and cool, a wee bit cloudy but rain doesn't seem immanent.

We staked out a perimeter with ribbons and balloons and so far it seems to be holding out against the breeze.

The biggest problem is that under the trees that also make up a part of the perimeter are palm trees. And they are ripe.
Good smell since they're not rotting just yet.
They still manage to attract a fairly large amount of wasps.

Any way, I see the Birthday boy running towards me, so I'm logging off.

Happy 4th Shaul!!!!!

Happiness!

Sep. 22nd, 2008 12:18 am
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Well, the Now-Local Fam have moved to their own flat after living at the Asylum for almost six weeks.

I'm looking forward to visiting them in their own place and babysitting Nevvie and Niece, which will be extra fun because my oldest friend happens to live in the same building.

It was a funny coincidence that Friend's mother told Mother Unit about a vacating flat in that building. The street has a kindergarten such across them and a local elemntray school very close by so it's ideal.

I'm happy they're living there now and I'm happy they're back close to us.

I'm also happy to have a quiet asylum to run around in without bumping into all sorts of children and their stressed out parents.

Most of all I'm happy for them and that fact that they'll finally have some normalcy and routine and won't have to deal with an extra four people that really shouldn't be co-habiting a small space like ours - this goes both ways of course.

Anywho, one exam down, one exam to go.

Wednesday is to be freedom day when it comes to this exam season.
Cross fingers, hold thumbs and wish me broken legs!
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I'm slowly but surely working my way into being the cool Aunt, if only by default.

The Jerusalem contingency (The two Nephews, Amos (7) and Shaul (3 going on 4)) I believe perceive me to be that easily irritated lady with cool books and toys... and Justice League cartoon episodes - they're far too young to read the comic books, but they're at the right age to learn that Batman, along with Wonder Woman (and yes, okay, Superman as well) rock the socks.
They are back with their 'rental units in Jerusalem, so the Asylum is not as hectic as it was over the last weekend.

The Local contingency have vastly improved their attitudes towards me. Libby (2), the Niece, actually initiates contact with me and no longer gives me Hard Stares when I talk to her or suggest something. The child is very, very independent. Her catch phrase is "No! Me do it", though she speaks beautifully with quite a large vocabulary which includes colours, numbers and other words of command - not bad for a two and half year old kid, eh.

Her big brother, Shvo (6), I think sees me as a fluctuating person, going from authority figure to play thing - my tolerance for repetition* game is thin. However, he being a precocious six year is into pushing the limits so he has also begun to say "dirty words" like "Heck" and "Damn" which his 'rental units don't approve.

Personally, I'm a potty mouth so I don't mind him using "bad" words in my presence. Not to mention that he has read all the buttons that I have on my canvas bag - buttons which include Zero to Bitch in 4.0 Seconds and I'm a very loving and positive person, so don't give me any negative bullshit asshole. In addition, the local Buffy Fan-club produces buttons and stickers with prime quotes, of which I have several on the same bag and they include: Out. For. A. Walk. Bitch and Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks... Oh God! I'm English - that Spike... gotta love him.
And yes that was me bragging about my button collection, sue me.

Suffice to say I've added quite a bit to his bad-word vocabulary, which is fine when it's the two of us and we're laughing and making fart jokes... but I'm not keen on his mother (my older sister-sibling) telling me to stop teaching him these things.

Ain't I the coolest.

Notes
* Wherein you repeat everything a person says to them, e.g: Moi: Come here.
Him: Come here
Moi: Stop that
Him: Stop that
Moi: I said enough
Him: I said enough
Moi: Don't make me raise my voice
Him: Don't make me raise my voice
Ad nauseam.
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Libby* hugged me.

After a week, the ice is finally broken and she hugged me.

I danced the Snoopy Dance and she laughed at me, causing me everlasting joy.

She then hugged me making burst into the tears I'm still crying.

We listened to the "Meow Meow Lullaby" by Nada Surf three times with her in my lap.

You know that achy feeling you get in your chest when you're really happy... still got it.

Damn it I need a tissue

*My youngest niece for whom I nannied as a baby during my stint in the States.
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Per request of eldest sibling I am now going to tell you all what it is like to have four children (as the Jerusalem Nephews will be spending time with us while their Parental Units are away) in one house.

One word.

Crazy.

A few more words.

Very happy, though tears have been shed and jet lag is still par for the course when it comes to the America Family to be renamed the Local Fam/Nephew & Niece as they are now staying in my parents house, which happens to be where I live and they will be living in my town.

I predict a melt down in the coming hours due to pure exhaustion.
I predict a melt down of this kind every day while there are four children between the age of seven and two.

As a devoted Auntie I will be helping the Granny and the other parents who are staying with us.

So, yeah...

Will be reporting more insanity no doubt.

I'm also renaming the house we are living in Arkham Asylum - with the accompanying tag.

*BOUNCES*

Aug. 12th, 2008 10:13 pm
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The America Family are on their way back!

And they're staying.

Forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yayz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sister (and my bro-in-law) and Babies (aged 6 and soon to be 3 - God she's big *sniff*) and they're here to stay.

They'll be living with us for a while before moving into their own place.

*BOUNCES*
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Just saw "Sleepless in Seattle" for the umpteenth time.

I love it.

I shouldn't. I don't believe this sort of thing happens in real life, it's also not my usual type of escapism. On the other hand, it being so fantastic (in the "fantasy" sense, not the "amazing" sense) it really does enable one to transcend their own expectations from reality.

I just witnessed my parents being all kissy-face.
And I'm quoting:
Mother:"When we met on [the place where they first met] and I shook your hand"
Father:"It was magic"

I'd be all awwww, if I didn't know they weren't just acting because of the movie.
In this case it's just a bit gross.




My nephew had a birthday party today, which was very nice. It was a beautiful day and practically the entire family came to spend an entire afternoon outside, lounging under a tree with freshly baked cup-cakes and watermelon (the boy's favourite food of all times, excellent choice in 35C degrees if you ask me).

Good day.
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Reply to the Meme:

Buffy and the Basics

My favourite season is probably the third (even though most of my favourite individual eps are from the fourth and sixth seasons), but the arch with the Mayor, Faith and the way ethics and morality got all mixed around in that season, making it so much more complicated than the second and most certainly the first. I feel the third offers the most foreshadowing (in retrospect obviously) to the rest of the seasons; Buffy's relationship with her friends, her independence, Willow and Xander finally closing up the feelings that were quite obvious between them before... I mean two of my favourite eps are the two most connected ones, The Wish and Doppelgangland... 'tis cool with the sexy Willow and the foreshadowing of #1 her Lesbianism (which admittedly I felt had more to do with Tara as a person rather than her inherent sexuality) and #2 her total badassness as a villain - the Troika may have been the baddies, but Willow was the Big Bad - especially as a Vamp.

And a little basic information on me: I'm 22, I had a perfectly normal sheltered childhood, most Jewish families have in the towns surrounding Tel-Aviv from Anglo-Saxon background (my family is South African) I'm the first Sabra, I was born in Israel and have never lived anywhere else, unless you include the six months I spent in the US with my sister as an Au Pair (see the America saga for time I spend there between Feb-July 2006).
I have no idea what I want to do when I finish Uni, I've barely started that yet.

A defining/important moment in my childhood/teen-hood

*sigh* I don't know! I lived a little sheltered life, nothing happened to me, ever, I was totally oblivious to everything that didn't concern me... even the Gulf War in which Scuds came down on us passed without scarring me (I think, my therapist doesn't seem to think it affected me especially).
There are two things which really come to mind as defining moments or events - and that's probably the birth of my oldest Nephew... suddenly I was auntie and my sister was a mother, I was pretty overwhelmed at the time. I was 16 and when I held him the first time I cried and was really scared I'd drop him or do something horrible, but all I had to do was hold him close and it was okay. Now the boy is six and I have to struggle just to give him a kiss, *sigh* they grow up quick - we do argue about the Beatles though, I'm a John-girl, he's Paul all the way *grin*.
The second event is the second Lebanon War, it affected me in a way I never thought could actually happen in real life, you can find out more by reading my entries about my reserve service (which I no longer do) here - July-Aug 2006.

Vegetarianism

I became a vegetarian very late in life, only two years ago.
My oldest sister has been a veg most of her life and for some reason it never rubbed off on me until I was 21.
I decided to go veg when I realized I wanted to live a more ethical life (which I felt started when I stopped consuming disposable menstrual products and began using a Mooncup), I briefly considered going vegan, but that would have been too much of an imposition on my mother (who cooks the food I eat) and thus kind of negate the whole ethical thing - when I live on my own we'll see what happens.
The whole vegetarian thing, when it comes late in life, is sort of mystifying to old friends and acquaintances: Why now and not before? How much difference does it actually make? Where do you get your protein? But you eat fish* right? It's almost (but not quite) like coming out of the closet, because it requires other to adjust to this new information, which, while not exactly conflicting with the image that one has of me, is still not exactly what they thought.
I really love being a veg, as it opened up a whole new avenue of food that I now eat, which I didn't bother to before - Tofu and different kinds of cheese, fried aubergines, pine nuts - I have more, but none at the top of my head.

*Because for some reason fish is a variant of vegetable o_O

Not to worry! More to come.
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To my Big Boy Shvo! Have a Great Day!



Have a great 6th

From your Auntie!
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Is technically tomorrow on the 8th, but that's my Nephew Shvo's birthday and I don't want anything to overshadow that.

There was a panel at the Uni yesterday about "Body and Politics", which I couldn't attend in its entirety due to the fact that I actually, ya know, had courses to attend, well next year.
And my fave Women's Studies Prof smiled and waved at me *squee*

I have a cruch on my teacher, I never had those in high school and such... but blah, she's married with children, which doesn't make her any less cool.

Here's a pic of the day for you all:

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Yesterday afternoon Mummy went to fetch the Jerusalem Kids, because they spent the weekend with us. I always love when they come here, it's great fun to be Auntie.

Today the 'rents came (sister and brother-in-law) and we all decided to go on a short hike at a really beautiful national park on the coast (Sharon Beach (Hebrew link), if you're interested). It was a beautiful day, sunny but not too warm with a gorgeous breeze moving the sea-air around. The view from the cliffs was amazing, if a bit nerve wracking with a three year and a six year old running around pretending to be Superheroes, Elephants and wrestling on the sand (yeah, they brought most of the beach home with us).
We weren't actually near the Sea (unless the ten second drop into the rocks counts as near), but the yellow sand and yellow/light brown calcareous rock were also breathtaking, especially with the sand flowers and plants which were lush and filled with juices (which the three year old managed to spread over his hand), there were also huge Aloe-Vera plants dotted around.

Robbie was also there and we all hiked together, it was a whole lot of fun, even though I didn't really want to go out, but Mummy mentioned that I only go out at night and am slowly getting the complexion of a vampire, which is worrying, seeing as my skin couldn't be whiter unless I was an albino (rosy cheeks and blush don't count, that's circulation).
Also, seeing as Robbie decided to forego a hat (who doesn't bring a hat to a hike at noon?!), Leigh fumbled in her bag and produced a silk scarf for him to wear as a bandanna; I took pity on him and took the scarf and let him wear my denim "Kova Tembel" (bucket hat), and I wore the silk scarf as a bandanna.
I don't usually wear scarves on my head, I feel I look silly in them, but Leigh assures me I looked like a Radical Religious Jewish lady, so it wasn't so bad :D

Oh! And Edited to Add - 20:21 I went to see Atonement with my friend Shira last night, excellent, highly recommended. Keira Knightly must eat something, dude! And James McAvoy is going to be a legend one day, if he doesn't die young like other we know *cough*HeathLedger*cough*.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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