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Birthday: 10/1/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Listening to music, attempting 2 TRY and CHANGE DIS FREAKIN layout..., watching tennis, running to some extent.., writing angry twisted letters to the newspapers/magazines/internet sites etc, publicly humilating anyone i know..hehe...
Expertise: Yelling at my neighbours (those bogans), Yelling at ppl who let their dogs do their dung on our nature strip, Yelling at unsuspecting passerbys to pick up their litter, Standing in our driveway staring at passerbys, lastly..having a split personality..u know, being a nerd/bimbo has it's good points!!!
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
7/11/2003
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| As much as i want to feel pity and sympathy for Annice Smoel, the australian woman locked up after she supposedly stole a bar mat. i dont. after reading reports that she was only arrested because there was no male in the group to bribe the police officer to media outlets that no doubt, will broadcast this naive comment around the world. What kind of person, who is arrested by police, goes off and tells the media that they could have bribed the police officers of that country to let her go?
Yes, we all know that it's possible to bribe police officers in certain countries, but you don't go around and say it to reporters, Is it just me or was she just extremely stupid? And then, of course, her family blames the government for not spending enough resources to help her get out of jail. That's right, blame someone else when ur clearly in trouble.
She got off lucky, had she bribed the police officers, and no doubt, i'm pretty sure that it's not a male requirement to be able to bribe Thai police officers, she would have paid more than she did for a punny little fine that she received from court. Let's all forget that was she intoxicated and probably not knowing that she was becoming a nuisance to the people around her, yeah. let's all blame the thai government for arresting her stealing a bar mat. When you go to another country, you respect their culture and laws, even though some may seem screwed up, tourists who go out and get drunk and cause a disturbance and pretend they're a big shot deserve to get taken down a peg. People in that country don't like it when you come in and pretend that because your from a western developed country, you're automatically better then they are. You're in their country, respect them, respect the law. It's what others do when they come to Australia.
Why can't we just ban alcohol? It's not like there's any benefit. ok yes, a glass of red wine will prevent heart problems or whatever, but i reli can't think of any benefits. That saying, we should ban cigerettes too, i'm sick of inhaling smoke induced air because clusters of students insist on dashing out during their 3 minute break to refuel their cigerette starved body with lung cancer. Why must they stand around in groups? Also, it should be mandatory that they spray deodorant after they finish puffing away, because the stench travels, and when ur in a lecture theatre all squished together, its not that great.
omg, crim crim crim. what's wrong with me!!? why am i still on xanga!! | | |
| Whinge Whinge Whinge! :
1) People who don't offer to repay you back after you accidentally printed off their work. It's not about the measly 24c, its about the whole principle. You don't just say, "oh i think that's mine" and walk off with it. you say "Please, let me repay you back a mere 24c for your kind act of generosity that is so sorely missed in this world today."
2) Tutors who don't die after they get bitten by poisonous spiders. (let me just confirm that is just a general statement and not any intention to go out and get a posionous spider to bite the leg off a certain somebody)
3) Tutors telling me to shut up whilst i'm talking. I AM NOT A LAW STUDENT THAT YAMMERS ON FOREVER!!!!
4) Old men offering me a bus seat then proceeding to attempt to speak to me in "ching chong"
5) Law students who enjoy the sound of their own voice.
6) Self Righteous Law students who think they're all that by informing all the volunteers that we were all cold-hearted bitches for apprehending a woman who stole $50 worth of goods from an op shop. Then he and his hippie girlfriend then stand in the middle of the shop demanding that we release the "poor woman who obviously cannot speak any English and doesn't understand our laws." which was counter argued by Barb (quick wits here!) "she just said she's from the middle east, don't they cut off their hands if they steal?"
7) Old people who come up to me and ask me if I can speak English properly and isn't it lovely that we're all assimiliating into the Australian culture. (yes i can fucking speak english and we're in Box Hill.)
8) Old people who think it's amusing to tell me they have mail-order brides from China/Phillipines/Thailand
9) Those mail order brides ordering me around the shop and getting all anal when I pretend I can't understand what they're saying.
10) American finance lecturers who think, since we're all asian, we surely are all international students, and thus enjoy making comments that clearly can be taken in only one way. "It's so nice to see that some of you have attempted to learn more about Australia and its' history rather then just studying all the time."
11) Students who snore when they're awake. I can't fucking hear the tutor/lecture
12) law students and laptops. i can't hear over their fucking typing.
Amusing little hummings:
1) Bus drivers who yell all the time. At passengers, at cars, at each other, at red lights, at pedestrians etc
2) Garbage bins in trees, dangling there like little christmas ornaments.
3) Bus Drivers running into signs that lead to the bus breaking down on the side of the road at peak traffic causing a traffic line stretching from miles on end.
4) Graduating students taking their photographs with their families next to the bookshelves in the law library.
5) Customers coming up and asking for a discount at the Salvos. I only find this amusing because i take great satisfaction from saying "Sorry, No discount" in a deadpanned voice. It only gets better after they go up to the senior staff because they don't believe me, whereby they cop a verbal beating. I wish people would just listen to me the first time round!
6) Customers who come up and ask for a discount on a toy truck priced at a high $1.50, then telling me it's for their nephew's birthday. What an awesome toy truck with a broken door that present will make.
7) Law lecturers musing about which child they love best based on Mother's Day gifts.
Things rocking my boat:
1) Enya- Book of Days
2) Eurovision
3) Matilda
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| I finished reading Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult. After reading My Sister's Keeper i decided to attempt to read all the Jodi Picoult books i could get my hands on. Previous books such as Picture Perfect and Mercy i didn't really enjoy. must be sort of a similar plot line that you could already guess. But after reading Change of Heart, i felt compelled to write some thoughts.
Ok, i think i'll have a *spoiler alert* here.
The book starts off with an event in the past that becomes sort of the focus in the present. Here, its the murder of a cop and his step daughter. The murderer, Shay, is some sort dodgy product of the foster care system in america. Shay becomes somewhat of a "Messiah", the modern day Jesus after healing the sick (supposedly curing Lucius of AIDS and healing a sick baby daughter of a CO= correctional officer), feeding the masses (sharing one stick of bubblegum between 7 inmates) and bringing back the dead (reviving a dead baby bird and a stabbed CO). As Shay is today's Jesus, his ultimate sacrifice was to give his life for our sins. This is shown through his murder trial, where Maggis, his defence lawyer, tries to save him from the death penalty, but in natural fact, all Shay wants her to do is ensure he dies by hanging and not by a lethal injection. This would preserve his organs so he can donate his heart to Claire, the sister and daughter of the murdered victims. Her mother, June refuses Shay's heart even though, by some miraculous fate, the heart is the exact size for a 12 year old girl even though the heart is functioning in a grown man's body. weird right?
i think this is supposed to lead us to believe Shay is really Christ. It is later revealed, (when Shay confesses toFather Micheal), he did not murder Kurt the cop and Elizabeth the step daughter, Elizabeth was being sexually assaulted by Kurt when he walked in on them. He tells June during a restorative justice meeting Elizabeth "was better off dead", he actually meant she was better of dead then living under the same roof as Kurt. He tries to save elizabeth but the gun goes off shooting elizabeth and her father who was an upstanding citizen.
Shay does not want people konwing about the real truth because he believes it will ruin June's memories of her happy life before the shootings. Rather, he wants to give June another shot of a happy life by dying in order to save her daughter. here we go, Jesus sacrifices himself. Also, Shay quotes from the Gospel of Thomas which is not affiliated with te Bible, rather it is some unknown text that would require tedious research to find those paragraphs Shay quotes.
Now, i get a bit confused when i read the ending. what happens is Grace, Shay's sister comes to see June and tells her the real reason why she is burnt and scarred. Her foster father was abusing her, so she lit a fire in the house whilst her foster father sleeps. at the last minute she runs in and tries to warn him but Shay pulls her back and takes the blame after she is burnt. This story leds June to wonder about Kurt's real intentions when spending "alone" time with Elizabeth. Shay dies by hanging and his heart is transplanted into Claire who makes a full recovery. BEfore Shay dies, he tells Father Micheal he will come back in 3 days. Not literally, Grace gives Micheal Shay's things after 3 days.
Now, i think this is where i got confused. In the box, there were packets of gum, photocopied pages of the Gospel of Thomas and an old picture of Micheal with his grandfather, before he was a pastor, and during the time he served on he jury that condemned Shay to death.
Now, i think this means that Shay wanted people to believe he could make miracles. i mean, in some way using a few things he managed to make people BELIEVE he was some sort of saviour. Those things in the box reveal that he wasn't, he was just very clever? Prehaps he wanted people to believe in things that couldn't happen, curing Lucius was only temporary, Lucius died soon after. but how did Shay manage to make all those scabs on his face go away and change his blood vessel count? how did he know how to cure the dead bird or make the CO come back to life? or the baby? I mean the box may explain some of the miracles but it doesn't do anything else. Although at the very end, Claire (with her newly transplanted heart) brings back to life her dead dog. Does that imply that Shay was the Messiah? And that he had the power to bring back the dead? and chose to pass it on to Claire?
i think that's the most likely answer. That we believe Shay is the Messiah and that sometimes miracles happen when we just believe. i mean, i can't really draw anything else out of it. Nothing else is explained. the only logical answer is Shay was the modern day Jesus who died for those sins committed.
hmm. deep. too deep for a 45 degree day. :( | | |
| Yesterday i went to bed with 3 blankets. One quilt, one red blanket and one teddy bear printed blanket.
This morning i woke up, and found all my blankets folded neatly at the bottom of my bed.
Now, i interpreted this as my mum's signal for me to get up, because, you know, she doesn't just wake me gently by calling my name, she likes to do things...differently. So here i was, the whole day thinking that it was a sign from my mum that i should wake up earlier blah blah. It's the HOLIDAYS!
So when she got back from work, i said to her, "Thanks for the wake up call.." to which my mum replied "what wake up call? i went to work at 8am. As if i'd have enough time to wake you up!"
SO. i said to my dad "thanks for the wake up call dad" in an attempt to coax out the early morning alarm villain. Dad replied "Dont look at me. i never wake you up."
OK.
So that must mean some time in the middle of the night when i was peacefully sleeping with my favourite blankets, i somehow managed to unconsciously fold my blankets up like i do everytime i get up in the morning, only, it was during the night, and i was asleep when i did it. And i woke up and found all my blankets piled on top of my feet.
Is that even plausible?
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| Here's a message for John Coates, Australian Olympic Committee:
WHY DON'T YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP.
every since he's arrived in Beijing he's just been complaining about everything the Chinese people do. i have to open the paper every day at uni and read his "the pollution hasn't improved, the crowds are crap, the security is overboard."
John Coates, i dub thee the royal whinger of the Beijing Olympics. he should be sacked for showing such bad attitude and bad sportmanship towards other countries.
go fuck off u little fucker. | | |
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