Memiors Of A Geisha

Well, I feel a little unsatisfied and ripped off upon finally finishing the reading of Memiors Of A Geisha.

I was under the impression that it was a biographical piece. Told from the view of a Japanese lady, Sayuri. But translated/blanks filled in by Arthur Golden.

Looking back through the book, I should of actually paid more attention to who wrote the Translator's note - Jakob Haarhuis. I believed the note and thought that it was a real story. Having said that, I thought it was really weird that this woman, who would have been an old lady at the time she told the story, was able to remember thing's so clearly.

It wasn't until I read the "Acknowledgements" section. A section that I'm sure hardly anyone ever reads. The section begins with "Memiors of a Geisha is a novel and the character of Sayuri and her story are my own inventions." It's safe to say I actually felt decieved.

A couple months ago when I did an autobiographical class at uni. In that class we were learning about the truth in autobiographical texts and it's relation to the reader. Many of the other people in my class were speaking about different stories and how they felt decieved after finding out it wasn't real. The whole time we were studying this I was thinking "How could you feel like that from a book? Gees, get over it."

I now understand what they mean.

Although I do think the story is brilliant. It works in the first person perspective. I don't think it would have been as powerful if it was written in another format. Believe me, I was sucked in. I actually cared what happened to Sayuri, I was really angry at certain characters that made things happen to her, and I was so happy with the ending. That was until I found out it wasn't real.

Lameness

I really wish I actually had something to write about.

Uni holidays are now over. Illustration starts tomorrow at 11am.

God help me.

The End Is Nigh.

Don't you just hate it when your privacy is invaded and then you are the one that is expected to apologize?

Privacy is something that is very important to me. But seems to be something that is continually ignored by a certain someone. I mean I have given this person a second chance. I don't think I can give her another one.

This person read my diary in 2005. I was 15. There wasn't really anything all that personal in it. But what made me really angry was that I had hidden it in my sock draw. While I was in the shower my two friends that were visiting went through my draws, found my diary and read it.

The excuse was that they didn't realise it was a diary because it had lyrics in the front of it (I don't just write entries in my diary, I have lyrics, photos, newspaper clippings, illustrations and whatever I want).

For one, who the hell hides something that they wouldnt mind other people seeing in a sock draw and who gave you permission to go through said draw? Plus this girl was my friend. Why when she realised that it actually was a diary, why did she continue reading? Why didn't she respect my privacy and put it down?

The two girls became offended at the fact I said they were posers. In my private diary where no one else could read it, or so I thought. I don't write things down in a book never to be seen by anyone but myself only to show everyone. I don't bitch about people, but I get angry and upset at people just like everyone else. What did they expect me to do? Actually after reading it they expected me to apologize. It wasn't "I'm really sorry I went though your private draws, found your diary and deliberately read the pages, but I'm hurt by what you wrote". No they were like "How could you write this bullshit?!" Well my bullshit has since proven to be correct. But whatevs.

What happened this time though? While I was drunk this girl went through my bag, found my phone and read through all my messages and my sent messages. She found messages that she thought were defamatory towards herself. Then she sent a message to my other friend that was on the recieving end of these messages. I don't know if she sent messages to anyone else because she erased all the evidence, but she probably forwarded them to herself.

Now these messages were not easily seen. There is like over 600 messages in both my inbox and sent items folder, the two or three messages that she found were about 200 messages down.

This girl believes she has done nothing wrong and expects me to feel bad about it. Seriously, it's just like reading someone's mail or email. You wouldn't do it, well for one reading someone elses mail is illegal and it's just totally disrespectful.

I can't believe someone who calls themself my best friend would do this to me. Like how insecure do you have to be that you'd have to spy on your best friend? I don't think I'll ever be able to trust her again.

I probably seem really callous, but then it doesn't feel like I'm losing a friend. It felt like that last year when we started to grow apart. I believe it was her fault. It's my fault for giving up, but I wouldn't have if she didn't make it seem like she was just using me.

Now I strongly suspect this girl took down the number of my other friend and is now trying to prank call her. The calling started on Sunday morning. If it is her it's so immature. I think it's a pretty big coincidence and it's totally unfair.

The monster that is consumerism

Why is it that when a normal person enters a shop and assumes the role of "consumer" they instantly turn into an asshole?

I was working the other day, the shop I work at is well known for its affordable price. My last-hour was Ladies Fashion. This is the conversation that happened:

Register Three: Attention staff price check Ladies Fashion to register three please.
Me: *I walk up to the counter*.
Register Three: Hey can you see if these pants are 26.99?
Me: Sure, I'll be back in a moment.

Then I walk back to Ladies Fashion, the pants that I were shown were these jeans that had a glittery belt attached. I found them along the wall, where almost all of the jeans are at the moment. Above them is a ticket frame that says the pants were originally 39.99 but now they are 29.99.

I walk further along the wall and then I discover two pairs of the pants I was looking for dumped on a rack that was for these other jeans that have a tan colored belt. The ticket frame on this rack said the pants were originally 35.99 but now they were 26.99. So I move the glittery belt pants to their right place and walk back to the registers.

Me: No sorry, they're 29.99.
Customer: No they're 26.99.
Me: No sorry, the sign says 29.99.
Customer: I don't think so! It said 26.99.
Me: No...
Customer: Don't worry I'll just buy them anyway.

So I went back to Ladies Fashion to continue cleaning. The customer then walked down to where the jeans.

Customer: They've changed the signs around! This sign was there before. This one had different writing, it was smaller.

The printer only has one sized font.

Her daughter tried to make her talk quieter because it was obvious I could hear.

Customer: Excuse me! You've changed the signs around, this one was there.
Me: No I didn't.
Customer: You did! Because these are the pants *points to the pants I moved* my daughter tried on! We put them back here after we went to the fitting rooms. These are the exact pants. You have to give it to me for 26.99.
Me: No I don't. That's not the price for those pants. These pants were not orignally 35.99, they were 39.99. They must have been on the wrong rack.
Customer: You have to give it to me for the right price.
Me: Fine I'll just go get my manager *rolls eyes*.

As it turns out my manager was on the phone. He said he'd be up in a minute. So I walked back to the customer.

Me: Sorry, he's on the phone at the moment, he said he'd be up here shortly.
Customer: LOOK! DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT! IT'S JUST THE PRINC....

I walked off. I really can't stand being yelled at, ever. Especially when I'm right. Like these customers just cannot be told. They're right, you're wrong and there's nothing you can do about it. But seriously, how would lying to her benefit me? There's no need for me to lie or rip anyone off.

I don't even do it unintentionally and infact I've only ever ripped someone off unintentionally once, and then they wouldn't let me fix it by giving them a refund.

First Time Buying Condoms.

Buying condoms - what a confusing task that is nowadays. What with all the different types - studded and ribbed, flavoured, naked, vibrating, glow in the dark...Seriously, the list is endless! Well I'm sure it ends somewhere but in all honesty I just want something that will prevent copulation.

So here I was yesterday, 19 years of age, buying condoms for the first time, standing in the Isle looking at the many different types of condoms. My intent was to buy glow in the dark ones. 'Cause c'mon, any kid from the 90's would just love anything that glows in the dark. If anything, they would provide amusement and detract attention from my failed attempts at being sexy.

But, alas...glow in the dark was the one type of condom Woolworths did not have. So I grabbed a 12 pack of Ansell Lifestyles Assorted, assuming that it would have a variety of condoms - "Don't know what type of condom your lover likes? Great! Take me home and you'll be sure to satisfy them, with my wide and diverse range of happiness." I did get some glow in the dark lube though, that is the bottle glows not the actual lube (so don't shove a whole heap in your mouth trying to make your teeth glow, it doesn't work...I know from experience.)

I walk up the counter. I don't know if everywhere has it now, but I went to this specific Woolworths for it's Selfserve counter. I know how embarrassed I get when I'm just buying tampons or whatever. So I walk up to the counter and place my items down - 12 Pack Ansell Lifestyles Assorted, Four Seasons Glow In The Dark Lube and a bottle of coke. The SelfServe counter assistant then proceeded to stand behind me and watch. I wanted privacy goddammit!!! I can't say I'm surprised though. I mean I have the worst luck in the world. I knew someone would end up noticing, although I was more worried that a person from work would have been there and would have been like "Hi Roads! What choo up to? What ya buying?...Oh...but you don't have a boyfriend...?"

So I finally make it home, thinking I'm a stud and all cool and totally badass. Which I am, of course. I open the packet of condoms and what are they? Assorted flavours!!! Oh yay (sarcasm). I've got Sonic Strawberry, Mint Blitz, Berry Blast and Banana Bender. Yeah that's totally not going to give off the wrong message.

Potential Copyright Infringement.

I was reading Tammys myspace blog and I found this. I thought it fitted in with my life and Jessica. I just deleted all the stuff that didn't really belong. But other than me taking stuff out it is all Tammys words.

You know what gets me?
You all pay more attention to your little fake ass groupie type "friends". You're so fucking egocentric. Caught up in yourself. You're selfish. Self centred. I mean, you don't even talk to me about shit. You share it all with those fakers. Your little groupies, and they don't know you. You choose those webcam whores over me? Your friend? One that would actually stick by you, not one of those preppy fakes. You choose clones and wannabes over your friends. You spend all your time typing away to them. You push everyone away. But as long as there are a bunch of slags running after you, to tell you how "beautiful" you are, you don't care what you're doing to all of your real friends. You probably don't even notice. You're too caught up in yourself. I don't know why I bother with you anymore, I really really really really don't.

It's always about you. How terrible your life is. How the fuck is your life terrible? Fucking, would you get over yourself? You've got it great. Sure, life might not be perfect, but you've got it so much better than most people. Yet, it's always about you, and how your life "sucks", and how you "hate" yourself. You're an attention seeker. An apathetic parasite, I'm not all that sorry to say. All I can suggest is, that you open your eyes and look at the world around you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you honestly have nothing to be depressed about. Trust me. I'm sick of this cycle.

My Life Is Mine, Not Yours To Take.

She sniffed after everytime I sniffed in the exam. I will NOT let her become me.

Unrequited Love.

The girl seriously can't think for herself. Right now we have yearly exams at school and we are in grade 11. On the internet every night she asks me if I am going to study. And every night I lie and say No. I'm just testing to see if she will not study just because I'm "not".

And every night she says "Oh yeah me too". Not in those words exactly but similar words to that effect. And then every morning I get to school she's sitting at one of the tables in senior court-yard studying.

And today in between our 2nd english exam and our vet course exam she was studying her Business Services notes and I said "Hey why are you studying if you said you weren't going to study?" and she said "Well there's nothing else to do at the moment".

That's not true there was plenty of other stuff to do.

I think she's just embarrased that she actually has to study. And I don't care that I seem like a hypocrite. She should be able to think for herself and she shouldn't have to hide something like that from me. If I say I'm not studying she doesnt have to say she's not studying, she could be like "oh yeah I'm going to".

And I think she's in love with me. She's always trying to flirt with me and she's always saying that I'm "weird" and thats why she "loves me".