Prove me wrong!

We just watched a youtube video of Neo-Nazism in Russia. Jordan got all upset and kept on saying "Did you hear that?" or "Did you see that?". I did hear and I did see but I wasn't shocked or even slightly surprised.

There are videos showing live humans being decapitaded by two men using a manual saw, there are young balled men declairing their pride for being white/Russian/Hawaiian/Swedish/whateversuitsthepurpose, there are old balled men sig-hailing and holding speeches for the young balled men, there are flags with symbols, gang behavior, and all the other things that I (as many of us) have seen over and over and over again.

I thought that we were past this, lets see... oh yeah, 20 years ago! But no, as soon as an economical recession comes around people have to fall back into the easy trap of "its not my fault that I have no education and no job - it must be somebody else's fault. Let's blame the immigrants/jews/muslims/blacks/whites/Japanese/communists/whateversuitsthepurpose".

What strikes me is how factual and well informed these people sound, until you listen to what they say that is.

They really know how to present bullshit in a persuasive way, but it's still bullshit.

In the case of the Russian neo-nazis, I wonder if they ever considered all the Russians that died of the hands of Nazis, in war, concentration camps, and as targets for soldiers in training. But then again, rasists aren't really famous for their intelligence of knowledge of history.

I admit that I am a humanist. But I am also a scientist in training and I am trained to think like a scientist, which is why the loop-holes in nazi logic disturb me so much. If you want to persuade me of something, you need good arguments based on solid, peer-reviewed, published research that used correct and unbiased research methods. I would totally convert to neo-nazism if anyone would give me that one simple thing. And I have looked for it for years but without result (the rasism-supporting science from the first half of the last century is proved wrong long ago).

Why is it so hard to give a base for racism in the same way as anything else is given credibility: provide adequate litterature reviews, come up with an experiment that tests your hypothesis, perform the experiment, evaluate the results, and let other scientists remake the same experiment to see if they come up with the same result?

Let's put it in a way that is easier to understand (just in case a neo-nazi is smart enough to read this but not smart enough to understand the last paragraph): get your facts straight and get them from reliable sources. Oh right that causes a problem, because there are no such sources and the facts needed do not exist.

I am open to change and if you think that you are capable of it then I urge you to try and prove me wrong.

Pretty in Pink

I have my favorite dress on, guess what color it is?

Sometimes everybody has doubts, about anything. About relationships. I had my doubts and this will sound like a total cliché but talking about them helps. I wondered if things will work out with Jordan. Are we too different? We want different things in life, are those things compatible? How large is the risk that we won't be together forever? Is it worth trying anyways? Are we taking the wrong way and doing the wrong thing?

Much of my concerns can probably be explained by my upcoming period. But I think that all of us have doubts sometimes. And you know what, it is okay to doubt your relationship. Of course Jordan was hurt by my thoughts but how can one be sure if you never wonder?

How can you claim to have the answer to a question you never asked?

I shared my thoughts and fears with the one person that could help me figure them out: Jordan. We talked throughout the night, I cried a lot (and I totally blame the period for it), and we solved things. I had carried my doubts around for a while and it was a relief to finally air them. Hiding things like that from your partner only makes it worse.

I don't doubt anymore. I'm fine, more than fine. I am great, so great that today became a pink day. :)

Ocean Boulevard

This picture is taken on the east coast of O'ahu, which is the island that I live on. But it reminds me of Maui and makes me want to go there. Jordan's family lives on Maui and I love it everytime we're there. The plan is to move there in June and hopefully we will.

I have a wierd fascination of roads and pictures of roads. They symbolize life. I am especially intrigued with forks in the road, indicating that a decision has to be made. The road on the picture goes next to the ocean, hopefully straight to a job at the Pacific Whale Foundation on Maui.

Tom ran away the other day. Or so we thought, until we found him locked into another apartment. I don't know what those people had done to him but he was smelling horribly and he was all sketchy. Jordan opened the screen door to the apartment, got Tom, and brought him home. Now he's fine but he was exhausted when he came home. He scared us again two days later when he didn't come home for twelve hours. No more going out for him until we move out of downtown.

We live in Korean town and they say that cats get cat-napped and cooked. I don't really believe in it though, it sounds too much of a myth to me. I am just happy that he's home and safe.

Arctic Flower

As if some little Arctic flower

Upon the Polar hem

Went wandering down the latitudes

Until it puzzled came

To continents of summer

To firmaments of sun

To strange, bright crowds of flowers

And birds of foreign tounge

Fuck Moral

Don't you just hate the fact that people that do everything you're taught not to do gets everything served on a silver plate? I do.

A friend of mine, we can call her S, is a stripper. To pay her rent she only needs to work 20 (!) hours. Not 20 hours a week, 20 hours a month. That is not even four nights. Now I grew up thinking "poor girls, they have to dance naked to survive". Bullshit! She has a working visa and can get whatever job she likes, just like anyone else. She's not poor, not in any sence of the word.

I was in the computer center the other day and she waltzes in in her brand jeans, her glitttery top, and nice shoes. I myself haven't been able to go shopping in months. She parties all night long and I can't even rent a movie without a bad conscience.

Now I am not mad at this girl; she has all the right in the world to do what she does. I really don't judge her and I am sure that she has her own kind of moral. It just sucks that my moral doesn't pay off. Want to succed in life? Be a hustler!

Seeing her smiling and having no problem in the world made me think: Why am I not a stripper? For myself? Not really. I couldn't care less what people think, and it's obviously not that bad of a job seeing how much this girl loves it. You can't be a stripper for your whole life, but it's a great income on the side of whatever else you're doing.

So why am I not a stripper? Although I don't care about what strangers think I guess that there are some people whose opinions are important to me. My boyfriend and my father, for example. And I guess that I wouldn't want it in my record since it could damage my career decades after I quit. Quite honestly, I don't think that I could tolerate anything about that kind of job, thanks to my moral.

The truth is that moral is fucking expensive. It costs about 60 dollars per hour for a student with no degree. Money isn't the most important thing in life. It would be nice, though, if moral would pay off a little faster.

Top Of Waikiki

Yesterday I was supposed to meet up Emma in the morning to go longboard surfing down in Waikiki. Since I spent the previous evening watching standup comedy on Netflix, I woke up at noon. By then, Emma was already in the water so we decided to meet up at six that night instead.

Ten minutes after six I left my aparment and took the bike to waikiki. It was late, but a lot of people are late here. They even have a term for it: Hawaii time.

Biking through Waikiki I realized how crazy that place is. There are spray painters, living statues, real statues, fire, fountains, hip-hopers, surfers, gold-diggers, tourists, and mokes. The mokes are the local bad-asses. With local I mean that they are from here and not white but they are not necesssarity Hawaiian. Some are Tongans, Samoans, Portugese, or Philippinos.

After hanging out at Emma's place for a while, we ended up at the "Top of Waikiki". It is the closest to "the restaruant at the end of the world" from "The Hich-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy" that I have experienced. It looks like a space ship and is located at the 20th floor. The restaurant is circular with glass walls and it spins (!) 360 degrees in one hour. The restaurant is built in three floors so that no matter where in the restaurant you are, you still have a great view. The bar is in the middle at the highest part of the place. We had a great time having exotic drinks and chatting. I haven't spent a lot of time with girlfriends lately and it was so nice to have a girls' night out.

On my way home I met fice Australian girls. They were here for vacation and had the exciting spirit that I had myself the first time I came here. All of a sudden, and out of nowhere, two guys in tiny shorts and body pained like tigers attacked our group. The Australian girls got all exited, a camera appeared, and pictures were taken with the girls and the tigers posing around them. Then the tigers continued their hunt further down the sidewalk. As I said, Waikiki can be a little crazy at times.

The men in my life

 

The Viscious Tigers Leo and Tom                        

Me and Jordan <3

Me Me Me

My name is Vicky and I live five minutes from the beach in sunny Hawaii. After having lived here for two years I miss family and friends in Europe so I started this blog so that, even though I have no idea what you guys are up to, you can keep track on my life. Blogs are wonderful.

I am studying Marince Science at Hawai'i Pacific University until I graduate in May. Then I'm going to Maui to kick-start my career.

I believe that anyone can fulfill their dreams. If you really want somethin and work your ass off to get it, then destiny will fill in the missing pieces.

My biggest dream (next to world peace, being gorgeous, rich, and famous) is to be a leading scientist of marine mammals. Until that happens (wake up destiny) I'll take any job available.

The love of my life is Jordan. He's a tall dark Maui grown haole-boy. He is also an awesome musician and you should check out his music on myspace.com/emily2thousand. My favorite song is "The Sundress". The two other men in my life are Tom and Leo, our vicious tigers.

I hope that you will enjoy my blog. Feel free to come buy any time you need some sunshine in you life. I am sure that you will feel comfort knowing that, when it is cold and dark in Europe, the sun is shining on me.