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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Thu, 21 May 2009 04:14:46 GMT

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!!

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Tue, 19 May 2009 06:20:17 GMT

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

Friday, January 30, 2009

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 12:19:50 GMT

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. :(

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:13:05 GMT

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?

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 07:31:43 GMT

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.

One World, One Dream- Beijing 2008

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 13:47:38 GMT

So i have decided to talk about some stuff on China. Only because i am bored sitting here staring at graphs for stats and i REALLY do not want to start writing a stupid answer to this law problem.

Sooo, my love for youtube has never been fully stamped out i decided to "treat" myself to some youtube videos. HAH. so i went off and had a look at the video "Beijing Welcomes You", i think its the official one. i can't read the chinese, i know, shame on me. but i went to watch it because of all these issues regarding China/Tibet/Human Rights etc.

I know that probably, i will get some deranged psychotic xanga stalker who will comment rudely on all the opinions i have, but you as you know..i dont give a shit. :)

Anyway, i was watching this video expecting it to be one of those typical tourist videos, everything is romanticised and perfect and not really expecting to feel anything. but watching it, it goes for a whole 6:50min (i think my internet downloading just got used up on that one video), made me feel somewhat..erm, happy?i think, because it sort of made me proud of how much China has changed in a way, trying to actually make this Olympics a coming out onto the global stage event. i mean, i know people are complaining left, right and centre over China and their treatment towards the Tibetians but i feel that the media often picks an angle and goes with the flow, kind of neglecting somd of the more important facts along the way. Given Chinese history, (yes, the joy of yr 10 history under the dictatorship of Mr Usher) its not very pretty, but they've come along way. People just seem to believe everything the media gives us, every time we get a human rights issue people just seize the face picture, and they dont really bother to see why it happened. I'm not in any way, supporting China or saying what they're doing is right, but there's always a reason behind the problem, isn't there? I don't know enough facts, but when everyone started protesting about China's human rights treatment during the Olympics, i thought it was completely wrong to do so during the olympics.

When protesters tried to grab the olympic torch, and disturb the relay, i thought it was wrong, People don't understand that the olympic games has NOthing to do with China's issues at all. the olympics is a separate event where athletes from all over the world gather to compete for their country. not a massive protest where people start confusing sport events for mass rallies. i mean, i didn't see any massive media coverage during the 2000 Sydney games, where were all the protesters for Aborginal Rights? Where were the protesters in Atlanta? Held in America? erm, no offence, racial tensions, treatment of minority groups particularly given their history with African Americans and the Native Americans? um hello. why NOW? i find it ironic how Australians protesting over the treatment of Tibetians aren't protesting over the treatment of Aborigines in Australia. Aborigine children as young as 5 are getting raped, the average life expectancy of a native australian is almost 20 years shorter than an average Australian, regional communities have serious problems that need to be addressed, why isn't anyone protesting over the treatment of Aborigines? OR to go further, why isn't anyone protesting over the treatment of other minority groups in Austraila? Racist yobbos who yell abuse out, spit on you when you walk past them, tell you to go back to your own country, when technically, this is your country. Yobbos whose ancestory belongs to the British convicts. Why, i should be so proud to be Australian because my ancestors came and stole land and were criminals! (Yes, i'm even more prouder that the PM can speak FLUENT CHINESE! and that's for real!!!!) We don't even acknowledge the ABoriginal culture in our national anthem, we should follow the example of New Zealand and South Africa, South Africa particularly due to the Apartheid. but we don't. we want to cast the light on someone else's problems because i think Australia is too scared to lose face. Why should people be pointing the blame on China when Australia has a terrible track record as well.

Thanks to law classes, Britain took over Australia almost..illegally? terra nullius..yes, that concept. i can't be bothered explaining it, but the basic gist of it is that you can only claim land if its not inhabited by natives and there's no structural system. HAH. which means we're all living on this land illegally because the Aborigines were settled here first and DID have a system that Britain took to be non existent. yeaaaa....right. So everytime someone tells me to go back to where i come from, i just think why don't you? at least i didn't steal from someone else.

i think i've gone off on a tangent, i was supposed to be talking about how the olympic games are supposed to be something separate but i've gone off into this whole Australia is a land of stealers. haha, well, i think its because its 12:30 at night, and i just want to do something else apart from work.

Well, i think i just wanted to say that during the lead up to Beijing, i think that we should sort of take a step back and just enjoy what China has to offer us. People joining that facebook group "light a candle-for a tibet" i think, are a tad misguided. its not a one sided affair. I read in the paper about a Chinese old man who was innocently riding his bike on the road when these Tibetian youths came and pulled him off the bike and bashed him with objects. An old man, who wasn't doing anybody harm. They bashed him until he died. why would you do that? a fragile old man just died because some young ppl got over excited and filled with some sort of patriotic pride. Even older tibets have stated that its the young people who are getting more riled up then the actual older generation. Tourists have said that they've seen chinese people brutally murdered outside their hotel because of what they are. Chinese. The reason for all the excessive forces in Tibet is to make sure murders like these don't happen. Isn't it a human rights issue too, Chinese people being murdered?? Why isn't anyone protesting over that? Except these sort of cases get little media coverage. i wonder why? good thing the papers are still reporting it, even though the article is relatively small. people

And finally, to all those people complaining about the pollution during the Olympics (most particularly Australia), give it rest, if you don't want to march in the opening ceremony because of the pollution, then DON'T MARCH. No one is forcin you, if you don't like the conditions, then DON'T COMPETE, no one is forcing you, and no one would actually care if you didn't compete. When athletes complain about these small things, it makes me realise how spoilt they are. Yes, you are an athlete, yes you are worshipped for your athletic prowess even though you technically haven't actually haven't invented a cure for a terminal illness, given the world "world peace", solved the poverty problem. How can you expect China to change their pollution problem in under 6-8 years? and footballers irritate me as well. whilst i'm on the subject of athletes. why the hell are there so many footballers who are in the news because of fights, booze, drugs, scandals etc? they're not freaking Gods. they're footballers. just footballers.

p.s what the hell does descriptive stats mean!!! ARGH. i hate STATS!

Lucking out at Fu Long

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:52:47 GMT

ok, what is with me and fu long? it seems every time i go there, something out of the ordinary happens. things that would only occur in my nightmares.

Today i woke up feeling normal. everything was NORMAL. i brushed my teeth in the normal way, i ate a normal breakfast, i had a normal shower, i made my bed the normal way, everything was NORMAL i stress that point. until we dad and i went to have yum cha at fu long with the fanatical religious relatives of mine. Even waiting for a table at FU LONG was normal. although it might have been normal because we were actually in the waiting area, and not actually in the restaurant itself. Sitting at the table was normal.

AND THEN....just when everyone is settling in this girl comes around asking for what tea we want, suddenly she starts TALKING TO ME. AT ME. expecting me to reply back as if we know each other! she says: have u finished your exams? (in cantonese) and i look at her as if i'm waking up and just noticing that i am in fu long, where all my potential nightmares come true. and i say to her: yes.... and then she says: i see u all the time in the library, ur always studying blah blah. the blah blah is because i can't understand what she said in canto, namely because i was too mortified because she'd recognised me and sort of expected me to know where she was from and I DIDN'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE SHE CAME FROM. which was ok, i could sort of pass it off and pretend i do know who she is. then dad goes: so what course do u study? and she says: finance! and u can sort of see dad's eyes light up instantly, the kind where " oooo, we're going to be best buddies foreverrr!!!" because as u know, finance+ asians= set for life. so dad starts talking about finance and finance-y things related to the girl, she looks all confused and just wants to get away from the weirdo table.

which technically, isn't the most embarrassing thing that has actually happened in fu long. but it gets worse. it always does.

my grandmother has decided that our table conversation isn't progressing as fast enough as she hoped, so she gets up to go say hi to an equally bored looking old couple that she knows. Only, she stands in the aisle waving her wooden walking stick around, because that's what she does, waves a 10kg walking stick around. not only is the restaurant full, there's not space in the aisles, there are numerous waitresses trying to push those ugly looking carts around loaded with food. so she's standing there, oblivious to 4 carts piling up, 3 waitresses trying to serve tea, another 3 more patrons trying to get to the loo. then dad has a reli smart idea and says to me: you should go accompany ur grandmother! so i do. only to get in the way of someone farting in my face. i mean, seriously? who does that sort of thing? fart in public places? in close proximity of other people? ok, yes, it's a packed house, BUT COME ON, i felt like i couldn't breath for a full 7 minutes and i had to breath thru my mouth because the stench just basically knocked you out for a couple of minutes. oh god, i feel all dirty, like..someone pooed all over me. :(

SO, when we're all sitting around the table...dad decides he wants to go greet some ppl, he tells me to go get the bill. SO I DO. only, to walk past ms liu. hey everyone, remember ms liu? i'm sure you do. so i'm walking past ms liu, thinking heeey, that looks like ms liu...did she adopt a white kid? ok, i was politically incorrect when i referred to the white kid. but seriously. what would u be doing...having yum cha with a yr 12 student as i found out later. so then, i get stuck talking to ms liu, even after all those times i spent avoiding her at plc, i still can't avoid her outside of school. she starts talking about all happy things, whose leaving, why they're leaving, how hard working she is, how she's the driver behind the car (!?) (i think she meant in terms of motivation...) whilst that plc kid is sitting there happily chomping away on some turnip cake. first of all, why the hell would u take a plc kid out to lunch? its kind of pushing the student teacher relationship isn't it? HAHA. no, it turns out that poor girl got stuck there doing her detail study with liu and they just went to have lunch. only liu couldn't stop talking, so i had to stand there in the aisle (just like my grandma minus the walking stick) and block people, and she kept asking me "DO U MISS PLC? DO U MISS IT? ITS SO GOOOOD TO BE AT PLC! U SHOULD COME BACK AND VISIT! COME BACK AND VISIT ME THIS YEAR BEFORE EVERYONE LEAVES!! I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO U VISITING!!" along the lines of that. soooo..i thought this is awkward, and she kept leaning forward like she always does..when she advances on you..as if she's going to squash you. things reli don't change do they? and then she starts talking about how one day i will own my own law firm and become famous and bring pride to all the asian people. ok.
wtf. so i just said (like some dickhead) well, i'll give you free service if anyone ever sues you. (which of course, could actually be plausible only when i replayed that sentence in my mind it sounded like i was accusing her of slacking off in her teaching role etc) so then i leave!!! only i say nicely that i'm leaving.

ohhh, and when she actually gets up, she turns around to see where i'm sitting and literally screams out "BYE AINSLIE!! " about 5 times before frantically waving, only because she couldn't actually see over the crowds of people sitting down because of her shortness, so it looked remotely funny when i noticed her. only it wasn't funny when the people around me started turning around and staring at me to wonder who is this "ainslie." and pointing and laughing!! what is there to laugh about!!!!????

what is wrong with me? that place has it in for me. i'm never going back there. :(

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tue, 13 May 2008 14:04:18 GMT

I watched the world go by
waiting for the right moment,
waiting to be free,
until i realised i wasn't waiting for me.
i was waiting for everyone else.
Waiting for everyone to see what i see.
And than it hit me,
the world was going by me leaving me behind.
i wanted so desperately to catch up with it.
To make me feel like i was me again.
Back to when it was all so simple.
But i could never get there,
the past faded, and the future came all too soon.
Presence never lingered, it passed me by.
I saw it never stopped, but it was always there.
Calling out to me, urging me to go on.
So i did.
I saw the world for what it really is.

I saw the ugliness.
I saw the beauty of what could have been.
And i despair over the lost opportunities,
the cruel manner in which nature took it's revenge,
the loss of a loved one.
A family of broken relations.
The unfairness and anger of it all.
The struggle of black and white,
the edges blurred,
blocking out the truth.

Presence taunted me,
showing me what i was,
daring me to change it all.
But i couldn't.
Past mocked me,
showing me the dreams of tomorrow,
daring me to go back.
But i couldn't.
Future scorned me,
showing me broken dreams,
daring me to take it,
But i couldn't.

I watched the world go by,
wondering where it went without me,
where it could be.
I watched the world,
Presence came and took me,
and i followed.
Not wanting to be left behind.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 13:19:50 GMT

i've finally resurfaced! yes i have! in the context of what we call drowning..i am now...doing survival life stroke..or whatever they call it. i have vivid memories jumping into the pool fully clothed and attempting to swim whilst pulling my pants up. All this done to the beautiful chorus of a pe teacher yelling at you to swim swim swim, never mind the clothing. oh yeah sure, i don't see you in here with us.

ok, sidetracked there. but i'm feeling free. partially free, more free then i have felt in ages thanks to the constant pressure of tute work, assignments, tests, exams and anything that uni throws at me, i haven't really done much socialising unless you count bumping into people at uni. i'd like to give a shout out to yan! thanks for ur test message of good wishes. much appreciated.

anyway, just to tell you i'm all here. i'm sorry i haven't really updated lately, nothing of interest. hope everyone is alright, in particular wei minn, my friend i hope you have moved on from your drowning stage and like me..started swimming survival life stroke. unfortunately, it's too bad we don't actually have to do it anymore. it's like a beautiful thing. what the hell am i on about!? omg, must be the lack of sleep. as if i'd ever describe swimming as a beautiful thing.

power out :(

Thu, 03 Apr 2008 04:12:27 GMT

here i am, sitting at the computer BECAUSEthe electricity has been out for 2 days!! well today is the 2nd day! it went out at 1:30pm yesterday, and i have a freaking essay due tomorrow, hence i am here. writing in xanga.

and not doing management essay. :(