Thursday, January 31, 2008
My Timetable
Today was my first day back at school. I received my timetable and had my very first lunchtime lesson. I have one class a week during lunch (ext. English), one class before school (Indonesian) and on Monday and Tuesday I have classes after school (ext. maths and photography). Ontop of that, I have co-curricular on Wednesday and Friday arvos, which leaves one afternoon free (Thursday - which will most definately be taken up by work, aswell as Saturday). That means I have no afternoons free, and hardly any weekend life. I have two free periods a week (both in period 6 so I can go home early) and I also have one study line (which amounts to 9 study periods per cycle - 3 in week A, 6 in week B). I've got reasonable teachers and good classes. And I think I've chosen the right subjects... which is a plus, but still, this year is gonna be soo busy :( Time management my arse...
Monday, January 28, 2008
A day in the life of me
This is how my day went:
7.50 am - My parents wake me up almost an hour too early for work at 9 am.
9 am - 1.29 pm - Work my butt off.
1.30 pm - A highly irritating customer buys a croissant, and after being extremely picky about which croissant she wanted, she takes a bite and says its "much too dry". Too dry to eat, apparently.
1.31 pm - She claims she buys a croissant every day from our bakery [my arse she does, I've only seen her once - I recognised her more by her annoying attitude rather than her face. If she buys one every day, she's pretty stupid to keep on buying them even after she knows they're "dry"] and remarks that "the quality is always decreasing".
1.32 pm - I give the customer the complaint book with a superficial smile, and she fills out the complaint form whilst asking me if we have changed our bakers recently. She demands a refund. [Is this her daily routine? Buy a croissant, take a bite, claim it's too dry - even worse than yesterday's - and then ask for a refund? Why keep buying the damn things?!]
1.33 - 2.00 pm - Work my butt off.
2.00 pm - I'm pretty much told by my boss that I'm a lazy, slow, unmotivated employee, and that if I don't improve in my next shift, I'm getting the sack. Obviously, she used euphemism to phrase that (but I've just deconstructed the meaning to make it easier). Another girl is given the "Yeah, you too", but she doesn't get the full lecture that I got.
2.07 pm - I realise I forgot to check out the roster for the next week, so I go back down the escalator to check.
2.08 pm - I look at the roster and realise I only have one lonely shift all week, instead of about 3. Looks like I didn't interpret the euphemism incorrectly.
2.10 pm - Off to Kmart to buy a crappy pair of school shoes - the only style which isn't chunky and gothic. What ever happened to all the good Clarke shoes?
2.13 pm - I start to panic after realising that they don't have my size, and that there's only 3 days 'till school goes back.
2.14 pm - I ask the lady in Kmart to ring other stores to check if they have the shoes in my size
2.16 pm - The lady takes me to the front desk, whilst chatting about how work was - I smile and say "good" - and whether I get double time and a half - I smile and say "I'm not sure". I recognise her 'cause she's bought bread from me before. She seems relatively nice.
2.17 pm - At the front desk, Kmart Lady dials the number of another store and asks for Women's Footwear.
2.18pm - Kmart Lady proceeds to ask about the shoes and is put on hold
2.19 pm - Kmart Lady gives me the phone and tells me to answer when the lady on the other line comes back. She says if I need to ring other stores, I just turn the knob on the handset and it'll come up with what store it is. She tells me, "Just say 'Hi it's [whatever you name is] from Kmart Burwood' and then tell them what shoes your after". [What the hell. I don't even work at Kmart]
2.20 pm - Still no answer from the first store.
2.21 pm - I begin to enjoy the hold music: "I want it that way" - Backstreet Boys
2.22 pm - I stop enjoying the hold music as it is put on hold for ads.
2.23 pm - Still no answer. [Gosh, talk about poor customer service - from what I remember, I'm not the one who works at Kmart and who should be ringing other stores].
2.33 pm - [So frustrating]. The lady comes back and asks "Still no luck?", to which I reply "This is still the first store, they haven't answered". Kmart lady is deteriorating in my eyes.
2.34 pm - Kmart lady is shocked, takes the receiver from me and dials again. She gives it back to me and tells me to "keep trying"
2.34 - 3.01 pm - I "keep trying". In this slab of time, I have trouble using the damn phone of theirs [unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as turning the knob and seeing what store I was going to call - I don't know what she was talking about] and after some assistance from some other Kmart lady, I have a list of stores and their numbers infront of me. I try calling several stores. I must have accidently called up optus customer service for the first store, 'cause I couldn't understand a thing, and eventually give up. The remaining stores I call either don't answer, donn't have my size, or donn't understand what I want.
3.02 pm - I give up. Kmart sucks! I so sould have stolen their phone to teach them a lesson -there's no such thing as self-help at the customer service desk if I'm a bloody customer.
3.03 pm - I find the same friggen shoes at payless, for the same price! [Arghhh].
3.07 pm - I realise the size 7 is too big and the size 6, too small. Size 6 and 7 in mens, mind you. The Payless lady tells me they don't have my size in ladies, but they look exactly the same, and I'm desperate.
3.11pm - I finally decide to take the bigger size and just put another insole in them ontop of the one they come with. I buy the shoes, and an extra pair of insoles.
3.12 pm - I breathe a sigh of relief...
3.13 pm - ...before rushing off to Kmart again to buy a lamp so I can read my gripping novel ('The Pact' by Jodi Picoult) 'till the early hours of the morning without disturbing everyone with my room light on.
3.14 pm - The present - The rest is too boring for either of us to really care about [oh aside from the fact that I didn't need to buy insoles, I have a pair], and this has become much longer than what anyone will be bothered reading. Rest assured, I am safe at home venting in this blog about my hectic, annoying, blah day.
7.50 am - My parents wake me up almost an hour too early for work at 9 am.
9 am - 1.29 pm - Work my butt off.
1.30 pm - A highly irritating customer buys a croissant, and after being extremely picky about which croissant she wanted, she takes a bite and says its "much too dry". Too dry to eat, apparently.
1.31 pm - She claims she buys a croissant every day from our bakery [my arse she does, I've only seen her once - I recognised her more by her annoying attitude rather than her face. If she buys one every day, she's pretty stupid to keep on buying them even after she knows they're "dry"] and remarks that "the quality is always decreasing".
1.32 pm - I give the customer the complaint book with a superficial smile, and she fills out the complaint form whilst asking me if we have changed our bakers recently. She demands a refund. [Is this her daily routine? Buy a croissant, take a bite, claim it's too dry - even worse than yesterday's - and then ask for a refund? Why keep buying the damn things?!]
1.33 - 2.00 pm - Work my butt off.
2.00 pm - I'm pretty much told by my boss that I'm a lazy, slow, unmotivated employee, and that if I don't improve in my next shift, I'm getting the sack. Obviously, she used euphemism to phrase that (but I've just deconstructed the meaning to make it easier). Another girl is given the "Yeah, you too", but she doesn't get the full lecture that I got.
2.07 pm - I realise I forgot to check out the roster for the next week, so I go back down the escalator to check.
2.08 pm - I look at the roster and realise I only have one lonely shift all week, instead of about 3. Looks like I didn't interpret the euphemism incorrectly.
2.10 pm - Off to Kmart to buy a crappy pair of school shoes - the only style which isn't chunky and gothic. What ever happened to all the good Clarke shoes?
2.13 pm - I start to panic after realising that they don't have my size, and that there's only 3 days 'till school goes back.
2.14 pm - I ask the lady in Kmart to ring other stores to check if they have the shoes in my size
2.16 pm - The lady takes me to the front desk, whilst chatting about how work was - I smile and say "good" - and whether I get double time and a half - I smile and say "I'm not sure". I recognise her 'cause she's bought bread from me before. She seems relatively nice.
2.17 pm - At the front desk, Kmart Lady dials the number of another store and asks for Women's Footwear.
2.18pm - Kmart Lady proceeds to ask about the shoes and is put on hold
2.19 pm - Kmart Lady gives me the phone and tells me to answer when the lady on the other line comes back. She says if I need to ring other stores, I just turn the knob on the handset and it'll come up with what store it is. She tells me, "Just say 'Hi it's [whatever you name is] from Kmart Burwood' and then tell them what shoes your after". [What the hell. I don't even work at Kmart]
2.20 pm - Still no answer from the first store.
2.21 pm - I begin to enjoy the hold music: "I want it that way" - Backstreet Boys
2.22 pm - I stop enjoying the hold music as it is put on hold for ads.
2.23 pm - Still no answer. [Gosh, talk about poor customer service - from what I remember, I'm not the one who works at Kmart and who should be ringing other stores].
2.33 pm - [So frustrating]. The lady comes back and asks "Still no luck?", to which I reply "This is still the first store, they haven't answered". Kmart lady is deteriorating in my eyes.
2.34 pm - Kmart lady is shocked, takes the receiver from me and dials again. She gives it back to me and tells me to "keep trying"
2.34 - 3.01 pm - I "keep trying". In this slab of time, I have trouble using the damn phone of theirs [unfortunately, it wasn't as simple as turning the knob and seeing what store I was going to call - I don't know what she was talking about] and after some assistance from some other Kmart lady, I have a list of stores and their numbers infront of me. I try calling several stores. I must have accidently called up optus customer service for the first store, 'cause I couldn't understand a thing, and eventually give up. The remaining stores I call either don't answer, donn't have my size, or donn't understand what I want.
3.02 pm - I give up. Kmart sucks! I so sould have stolen their phone to teach them a lesson -there's no such thing as self-help at the customer service desk if I'm a bloody customer.
3.03 pm - I find the same friggen shoes at payless, for the same price! [Arghhh].
3.07 pm - I realise the size 7 is too big and the size 6, too small. Size 6 and 7 in mens, mind you. The Payless lady tells me they don't have my size in ladies, but they look exactly the same, and I'm desperate.
3.11pm - I finally decide to take the bigger size and just put another insole in them ontop of the one they come with. I buy the shoes, and an extra pair of insoles.
3.12 pm - I breathe a sigh of relief...
3.13 pm - ...before rushing off to Kmart again to buy a lamp so I can read my gripping novel ('The Pact' by Jodi Picoult) 'till the early hours of the morning without disturbing everyone with my room light on.
3.14 pm - The present - The rest is too boring for either of us to really care about [oh aside from the fact that I didn't need to buy insoles, I have a pair], and this has become much longer than what anyone will be bothered reading. Rest assured, I am safe at home venting in this blog about my hectic, annoying, blah day.
Friday, January 25, 2008
What else can I call this but 'Back-to-School'?
My holiday walking home and school walking home routes are different. My holiday walk home/to the bus stop route is quicker than my school one, just because I'm always waking up late and rushing to be some place in next to no time. My school route however is uually taken on the way home and therefore I am in no rush and prefer to take the route that my friends follow.
As of these holidays, I've kept these routes strictly seperate - just to ensure that when I'm walking home during the holidays, I'm not reminded of the toturous prison they call school. Today however, I broke my own law and took my school route. It wasn't too bad, however, this (combined with the further mentioned Office Works trip) has caused the dawning that school is in less than a week. In less than a week, I shall be wearing squeaky clean shoes (desperately wanting to un-squeaky clean them, and wear them in), that ugly tartan thing of a uniform (which lies dusting ever so gradually in the back of my closet) and 'blouse'. Add the green regulation school bag and knee-length green socks, and you've got an upright turtle.
Despite my great distaste of going back to school, I quite enjoyed my annual shopping trip at Office Works. I bought:
- 1 x 2 pack of papermate whiteout pens
- 1 x 5 pack of spirax 96 pg small notebooks
- 1 x spirax A5 2-pocket 200 pg notebook (ext. 1 maths thory book)
- 1 x spirax A5 2-pocket 300 pg notebook (2 unit maths theory book)
- 1 x spirax A6 100 pg notebook
- 1 x 10 pack of papermate ballpoint pens (3 black, 2 red, and 5 useless blues)
- 5 x 5 tab coloured carboard dividers
- 5 x 70 pg lecture pads
- 1 x 21 gram UHU 'school stic'
Apart from not having any shoes, nor textbooks (which take a while to get delivered if out of stock - which they always are - and I haven't even ordered mine yet), I'm feeling rather prepared for school. Call me a nerd, but a stationary spree before the beginning of school always makes me slightly anticpiate the first couple of days. When all my books will be neat - no, immaculate - and all my pens working without a glitch. When I'll find out and complain about all the crappy teachers I'm stuck with for the next two years, and happily discuss the good teachers (if any) that I get for the next two years (unless they decide to have friggen baby). When I find out the summer goss, and see people I haven't seen for 7 weeks (or less...).
However, during my Office works shopping, I discovered this - the world is in need of a good organisational system for study notes! Argh, it's rather frustrating. Do I go with loose-leaf and binder folders, or sleeve folders? And if the latter, which kind - the easy removal sleeve folder with dividers, or the normal sleeve folder? How much will a sleeve folder carry in terms of study note pages anyway? A subjects worth? A topics worth? Half a topic, perhaps? Who knows. All I know is, I definetely don't need years 11 and 12. I'm gonna be one hell of a billionaire once I invent my own range of extraordinary study folders! :) ... It wouldn't be pointless to design a study folder range (for senior studies, I suppose) and become rich, if I'm not even gonna need the study folders asuming I don't finish school, is it?
Anyway, do excuse my nerdiness. Talk to me in less than 2 weeks, and I will be completely back to normal, I promise. Messy books, homework/assignments (how early do you get them?) piling up to the very last minute (i.e. 5 am the morning due) and the usual hating-school-and-couldn't-care-less attitude :)
As of these holidays, I've kept these routes strictly seperate - just to ensure that when I'm walking home during the holidays, I'm not reminded of the toturous prison they call school. Today however, I broke my own law and took my school route. It wasn't too bad, however, this (combined with the further mentioned Office Works trip) has caused the dawning that school is in less than a week. In less than a week, I shall be wearing squeaky clean shoes (desperately wanting to un-squeaky clean them, and wear them in), that ugly tartan thing of a uniform (which lies dusting ever so gradually in the back of my closet) and 'blouse'. Add the green regulation school bag and knee-length green socks, and you've got an upright turtle.
Despite my great distaste of going back to school, I quite enjoyed my annual shopping trip at Office Works. I bought:
- 1 x 2 pack of papermate whiteout pens
- 1 x 5 pack of spirax 96 pg small notebooks
- 1 x spirax A5 2-pocket 200 pg notebook (ext. 1 maths thory book)
- 1 x spirax A5 2-pocket 300 pg notebook (2 unit maths theory book)
- 1 x spirax A6 100 pg notebook
- 1 x 10 pack of papermate ballpoint pens (3 black, 2 red, and 5 useless blues)
- 5 x 5 tab coloured carboard dividers
- 5 x 70 pg lecture pads
- 1 x 21 gram UHU 'school stic'
Apart from not having any shoes, nor textbooks (which take a while to get delivered if out of stock - which they always are - and I haven't even ordered mine yet), I'm feeling rather prepared for school. Call me a nerd, but a stationary spree before the beginning of school always makes me slightly anticpiate the first couple of days. When all my books will be neat - no, immaculate - and all my pens working without a glitch. When I'll find out and complain about all the crappy teachers I'm stuck with for the next two years, and happily discuss the good teachers (if any) that I get for the next two years (unless they decide to have friggen baby). When I find out the summer goss, and see people I haven't seen for 7 weeks (or less...).
However, during my Office works shopping, I discovered this - the world is in need of a good organisational system for study notes! Argh, it's rather frustrating. Do I go with loose-leaf and binder folders, or sleeve folders? And if the latter, which kind - the easy removal sleeve folder with dividers, or the normal sleeve folder? How much will a sleeve folder carry in terms of study note pages anyway? A subjects worth? A topics worth? Half a topic, perhaps? Who knows. All I know is, I definetely don't need years 11 and 12. I'm gonna be one hell of a billionaire once I invent my own range of extraordinary study folders! :) ... It wouldn't be pointless to design a study folder range (for senior studies, I suppose) and become rich, if I'm not even gonna need the study folders asuming I don't finish school, is it?
Anyway, do excuse my nerdiness. Talk to me in less than 2 weeks, and I will be completely back to normal, I promise. Messy books, homework/assignments (how early do you get them?) piling up to the very last minute (i.e. 5 am the morning due) and the usual hating-school-and-couldn't-care-less attitude :)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Dinner Ritual
The dinner usual ritual goes like this - We eat, my parents make and drink their 7th tea for the day, I pack up the table (the dirty dishes and cutlery in the sink and most of the stuff back into the fridge or pantry) whilst Eva lazes about with a banana in her hand, and then (sometimes after I complain about her never helping clear the table and instead lazing about with a banana in her hand, which she then denies) she gladwraps anything that needs to be gladwrapped. For the last two nights however, the dinner ritual has gone like this - We eat, my parents make and drink their 7th tea for the day, I pack up the table (the dirty dishes and cutlery in the sink and most of the stuff back into the fridge and pantry), and then I gladwrap anything that needs to be gladwrapped. Heck, I even cooked tonight. There's no lazing about with bananas and no arguements about who helps out more at dinner most nights. I would have been practicising this new dinner ritual for over a week now, but usually I'm not that hungry come dinner time and just eat something straight out of the fridge. It's weird not having Eva here.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Where lies are white art
The more convincing a lie is, the more you are deceived by your own lie. Lies starts to feel real and you say them with ease. You build up a wall around them, just for support. And you've almost forgotten the truth. Lying is an art too often - but sometimes - unavoidably practiced.
Sorry, crappy blog, but I don't know how to elaborate, nor can I be bothered. I'm not in a writing mood.
Sorry, crappy blog, but I don't know how to elaborate, nor can I be bothered. I'm not in a writing mood.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Why I like low budget movies
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for 'low budget' movies. I really do appreciate them. I was watching one such movie last night with a friend. It was called "In the Land of Women" (starring Adam Brody *sigh*). I had been wanting to see this movie for a while, and although I knew it hadn't been released in all major cinemas (but rather a few povo ones in whoop whoop), I wasn't really expecting what I got. The trailer portrayed it to be your typical 'feel-good' Hollywood movie. So as the movie rolled - as the rather boring storyline unfolded, and as I realised all the feel-good parts were already in the trailer - I thought about what I like so much about low budget movies. They aren't flashy. They have a craptacular soundtrack, which is really just a dodgey piano piece played over and over again. They don't have much special effects, if any at all. The storyline usually drags, and is always a bit on the weird side. Each moment in the movie isn't perfect, melodramatic and all that necessary to the plot. When something sad or happy occurs, your body doesn't breathe that emotion, your lungs completely filled by it, as other movies may demand. Heck, even the seemingly feel-good parts in the trailer weren't all that feel-good in the movie, just 'cause of a lack of sensational music to create the mood in an otherwise bizarre situation. But as I witnessed all this, I realised, that's the very reason I like these movies. In my last blog I talked of how movies illustrate life at it's extreme. But low budget movies are quite the opposite. They're sometimes boring, sometimes lame, sometimes weird. They aren't perfect, they aren't over dramatic. They're full of random bits which, most people would agree, should be left out. They don't make you over emotional in any sense, and most of them actually don't end with the notion of "and they lived happily ever after, and the whole world was at peace again". They don't leave you thinking If only this were me. On the other hand, they definitely don't end with a teary goodbye within a romantic relationship. They're raw and more like life - each scene rolls without being cut and retaken, and the soundtrack can't be relied on to set a heart-warming (or wrenching) mood.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Random Rambles (including the Shambles)
Yesterday, at work, my boss and I were discussing books and, after bringing up a certain author, she said she'd lend me a book of hers.
Today, after work, I was reading the blurb of the book my boss lent me whilst waiting for my ride, and consequently met a girl who also works in Westfield.
I love work life - not only do you make friends within work itself, but you chat to other strangers who you wouldnt normally talk to.
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LEAVE THE WHALES ALONE! There's no point killing them all for 'research purposes' if there's gonna be none left to bloody understand anyway!!!!! Arghh!!!
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Last night, bored as I was, I decided to watch television. I don't watch TV much, aside from Grey's Anatomy and Heroes - but since the Grey's Anatomy repeats are being replaced by the stupid tennis, and since Heroes isn't on at the moment, I haven't really watched TV in a while. I discovered this sort of melodramtic thriller movie on ABC called Like Father, Like Son which was pretty good surprisingly. Whilst flicking through the channels I also came across a funny sort of talk show on this random channel we have called TVS. I never watch TVS, mainly because everything on it is crap, but, from what I watched, this show actually seemed good. It's sort of like The Chasers but not and it's called The Shambles. You should check it out, and if you don't have TVS then you should get it (...or rather just download the podcasts for free on itunes).
Tonight, I think I'll watch some more TV.
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I've always had this theory - Australia is such a wannabe. First it was Britain, now it's America. I wasn't exactly around for Australia's wannabe Britain days, so I shall speak of only what I see today. Firstly, Australia's ex-prime minister (John Howard that is) is like best friends with George Bush, and in my opinion (but hey, I'm sure many before me have thought the same, but since I'm not so up-to-date with politics and political opinions - and since this is my blog - I shall call it "my opinion") Howard's always been a bit of a sheep towards Bush - always agreeing with him and almost wanting to be him. So when the prime-minister (ex, whatever, Kevin Rudd has done nothing yet, he may aswell sit on the sideline watching) of Australia wants to be like the president of America, and is (was) running the country like he thinks Bush would see fit, Australia is already well on it's way to being a "copycat". Aside from this however, Australia longs for a Hollywood of it's own - to have the celebrity status America has always been so reknowned for. Australia's ARIA awards aren't but a poor imtitation of America's various red carpet events, including the Oscars, Golden Globes, Grammys and Emmys. On top of this, pretty much every American celebrity says they love Australia - no doubt 'cause it's an english-speaking, wealthy, less chaotic version of what they're used to. So whenever they need a little peace of mind, they head on down under to shop and go to the beach. Gosh, what a change. Funny enough, Australia is like the 2nd most obese country, beaten only by *surprise, surprise* America! In all but this (http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/its-easier-to-move-up-down-under/2008/01/18/1200620210420.html) aspect, Australia still has a fair way to go before it reaches it's American dream. Nevertheless, for me, that's plenty more evidence than I need to say that Australia is morphing into the next America, but if you're still unconvinced, dig deeper, compare the two nations even more - and surely then you'll be able to see the light. If not, well then you are a dumb-arse (just kidding...)
Today, after work, I was reading the blurb of the book my boss lent me whilst waiting for my ride, and consequently met a girl who also works in Westfield.
I love work life - not only do you make friends within work itself, but you chat to other strangers who you wouldnt normally talk to.
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LEAVE THE WHALES ALONE! There's no point killing them all for 'research purposes' if there's gonna be none left to bloody understand anyway!!!!! Arghh!!!
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Last night, bored as I was, I decided to watch television. I don't watch TV much, aside from Grey's Anatomy and Heroes - but since the Grey's Anatomy repeats are being replaced by the stupid tennis, and since Heroes isn't on at the moment, I haven't really watched TV in a while. I discovered this sort of melodramtic thriller movie on ABC called Like Father, Like Son which was pretty good surprisingly. Whilst flicking through the channels I also came across a funny sort of talk show on this random channel we have called TVS. I never watch TVS, mainly because everything on it is crap, but, from what I watched, this show actually seemed good. It's sort of like The Chasers but not and it's called The Shambles. You should check it out, and if you don't have TVS then you should get it (...or rather just download the podcasts for free on itunes).
Tonight, I think I'll watch some more TV.
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I've always had this theory - Australia is such a wannabe. First it was Britain, now it's America. I wasn't exactly around for Australia's wannabe Britain days, so I shall speak of only what I see today. Firstly, Australia's ex-prime minister (John Howard that is) is like best friends with George Bush, and in my opinion (but hey, I'm sure many before me have thought the same, but since I'm not so up-to-date with politics and political opinions - and since this is my blog - I shall call it "my opinion") Howard's always been a bit of a sheep towards Bush - always agreeing with him and almost wanting to be him. So when the prime-minister (ex, whatever, Kevin Rudd has done nothing yet, he may aswell sit on the sideline watching) of Australia wants to be like the president of America, and is (was) running the country like he thinks Bush would see fit, Australia is already well on it's way to being a "copycat". Aside from this however, Australia longs for a Hollywood of it's own - to have the celebrity status America has always been so reknowned for. Australia's ARIA awards aren't but a poor imtitation of America's various red carpet events, including the Oscars, Golden Globes, Grammys and Emmys. On top of this, pretty much every American celebrity says they love Australia - no doubt 'cause it's an english-speaking, wealthy, less chaotic version of what they're used to. So whenever they need a little peace of mind, they head on down under to shop and go to the beach. Gosh, what a change. Funny enough, Australia is like the 2nd most obese country, beaten only by *surprise, surprise* America! In all but this (http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/its-easier-to-move-up-down-under/2008/01/18/1200620210420.html) aspect, Australia still has a fair way to go before it reaches it's American dream. Nevertheless, for me, that's plenty more evidence than I need to say that Australia is morphing into the next America, but if you're still unconvinced, dig deeper, compare the two nations even more - and surely then you'll be able to see the light. If not, well then you are a dumb-arse (just kidding...)
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised
I wish my life were a book or a movie. Where life and death and everything inbetween occurs between a front and back cover, or in the space of merely a couple of hours, previews included. I wish it was full of adventure. Full of unrealistic situations and coincidences which so perfectly fit together. But more than that, one longs for closure. For every bad circumstance to be resolved, and for a happy ending to take place. I wish my life was a book in which the main character is cruising along at their own pace - only to encounter a few complications which grow to their full potential before the anti-climax hurries along at full speed, followed by the heart-warming conclusion. And that's the entire story of their life. If only life was like every good and perfect movie. Where good defeats evil. Where everyone around you knows the script off-by-heart, and so you receive perfect reactions from everyone, all the time, and consequently, everything turns out right. Where everythings so bloody predictable that there's no surprises. Where something good always results from something bad. Where there's only four large pieces to the puzzle which fit perfectly together, rather than 4000 - some missing. I wish life could change in a matter or hours or pages.
But life's not a book nor a movie. There's no closure, no perfect ending, no living-to-the-max, no unrealistic situations involving handsome strangers (or rather, there could be, only you see them once and that's the end of it. There's definitely no phone calls being recieved or made the following day). The anti-climax and ending stroll along much too slowly and usually never even arrive, or turn out close to heart-warming. Good doesn't always defeat evil, and quite obviously, no-one's been given the same script as you. Nothing's predictable. Good doesn't come out of bad like a rabbit comes out of a hat in a silly magic trick. Life cannot and will not change within a matter of hours. And the sooner we all realise and accept this, the sooner it gets better. You can't find diamonds if you're searching for them, but once you turn off the light, they begin to sparkle.
But life's not a book nor a movie. There's no closure, no perfect ending, no living-to-the-max, no unrealistic situations involving handsome strangers (or rather, there could be, only you see them once and that's the end of it. There's definitely no phone calls being recieved or made the following day). The anti-climax and ending stroll along much too slowly and usually never even arrive, or turn out close to heart-warming. Good doesn't always defeat evil, and quite obviously, no-one's been given the same script as you. Nothing's predictable. Good doesn't come out of bad like a rabbit comes out of a hat in a silly magic trick. Life cannot and will not change within a matter of hours. And the sooner we all realise and accept this, the sooner it gets better. You can't find diamonds if you're searching for them, but once you turn off the light, they begin to sparkle.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
This is a story of a girl
A little girl sat at the water's edge on a rock platform, her feet perched ontop of a smaller rock beneath her. Rock pools surrounded her and the swash of the waves was less than a stride away from where she sat, on the occurence of a big wave; otherwise no more than three strides away when the waves weren't so strong. The little girl would watch the sea closely so as to be prepared for the strong waves. Each time a strong wave came in, she'd lift her closest foot from the rock it was perched on and stretch it out to try to feel the water, if only through her toes. She loved the feeling of the water running over her skin and needed only for it to glide over her feet for her to feel as if it were surrounding her entire body, as it would if she swam. She could hear the water, she could see the water, she could even smell the water - however it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel the water. But the strong waves barely ever came, and even when they did, she couldn't stretch her feet far enough to reach the water's edge. As close as it was, it was out of reach. And all too soon the swash would turn into backwash, running quickly away from her to be swallowed up by the sea before the clouds could even echo her small voice screaming Come back! Please...come back...
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