The summary is done, now one to bigger and better things :)
I am going to eat now, before I do anything else!
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Monday, October 05, 2009
Infestigative
To anybody out there:
Hello to you, yes I'm talking to you. After all, I want to represent you someday. Mwahaha.
Yea so where do I begin as usual? I'm listening to some Bjork and doing an overdue assignment...hmm what else is new? This time though, I swear I have a legitimate reason but due to legal issues, I cannot disclose exactly what I have been up to. Nothing concerning me however, do not fret. I have been pursuing something which will hopefully lead to some change *wiggles eyebrows*. In all seriousness, I hope something good comes out of it, for the good of young, green and broke international students. Sigh, there are too many of us here. I still wonder sometimes how Australia managed to make cash cows out of all of us. Was it just good advertising? Connections? Bribery perhaps? Think about it, while I move on to the next point.
Magazine, as in student publications. You know the kind, I'm sure. Underfunded, underappreciated and reaches a circulation of a possible 3,000 people, most of them the broke students mentioned above. Not to mention runs on voluntary service, as opposed to the paid elite. I ain't complainin' however, it's been good experience being a contributor. Then somebody said..."hey Mil, why don't you apply to be the editor for the Women's Issue?" Of course, that went straight to my head, much like cheap rum. I didn't think I could do it. I knew I was going to be heavily involved but didn't see myself being the wise and sage editor. But I applied, and I got it (not due to my talent unfortunately, but simply because nobody else applied- or I'm assuming that no one else did for this year). Oh well. The editor gets paid. Not to sound heartless or anything but I could use the money. Plus there's the bonus of experience (a crazy rollercoaster one because it's not easy, but hey nothing worth it will ever be easy!).
Enough about that. There's more though and it's got nothing to do with women's issues, do not fret. Then, somebody else said..."Hey Mil, aren't you going to run for anything? Nominations close in three days!" So I decided to run for something. I shall not say anything much until the results are out but is anybody else getting the feeling that it's really easy to get me to do something? Just give me nudge and apparently I run, scrambling for the red button. I guess all it takes is one push. I'd like to think that these people had nothing to do with it, but in hindsight, what they said has everything to do with it. I don't think very highly of my capabilities so if you tell me I can do something and that I can do it well, I will always be surprised. But I don't even think I'm too hard on myself. It's really wierd. I suppose this means that I'm some sort of compliment-hungry person which is not very attractive but who doesn't like a compliment ei?
Annnnnd of course, this sums it all up- why two of my assignments are late. They're not major major ones though, so I'm not feeling too panicky. I'm feeling slightly guilty obviously (perhaps the guilt is some wierd motivation to me...who knows?) because both the lecturers of these units are really awesome and I don't want them to think that I'm insulting their intelligence. I suppose I should direct them to this post, just so they can get the general idea. One of them is a drama lecturer though, so I don't think he cares all that much (no offense meant, it was said in good humour!). Dramatists are dramatists after all. Plus he must be having fun reading over all the interesting and psychotic student plays everyone submitted. I don't want to take that away from him obviously.
So, in one breath, this is what I have to do: Finish that damn synopsis, finish that darn summary of my oral presentation and then focus on layout and images and editing. And writing of course. Something I've completely lost touch with. I was reading some poetry of a good friend of mine and felt that sharp pang you feel when you miss doing something you love. Kind of like the pangs I get when I think of mutton rendang from Sri Melaka back home. The adoration is intense but it's that good I swear.
Oh, and I've got to prepare for two more oral presentations coming up next week plus start research for two essays. And study for a test. And prepare for a 'moved reading'. And the first draft of my play.
Hmm. That cheap vodka doesn't sound so bad now.
Hello to you, yes I'm talking to you. After all, I want to represent you someday. Mwahaha.
Yea so where do I begin as usual? I'm listening to some Bjork and doing an overdue assignment...hmm what else is new? This time though, I swear I have a legitimate reason but due to legal issues, I cannot disclose exactly what I have been up to. Nothing concerning me however, do not fret. I have been pursuing something which will hopefully lead to some change *wiggles eyebrows*. In all seriousness, I hope something good comes out of it, for the good of young, green and broke international students. Sigh, there are too many of us here. I still wonder sometimes how Australia managed to make cash cows out of all of us. Was it just good advertising? Connections? Bribery perhaps? Think about it, while I move on to the next point.
Magazine, as in student publications. You know the kind, I'm sure. Underfunded, underappreciated and reaches a circulation of a possible 3,000 people, most of them the broke students mentioned above. Not to mention runs on voluntary service, as opposed to the paid elite. I ain't complainin' however, it's been good experience being a contributor. Then somebody said..."hey Mil, why don't you apply to be the editor for the Women's Issue?" Of course, that went straight to my head, much like cheap rum. I didn't think I could do it. I knew I was going to be heavily involved but didn't see myself being the wise and sage editor. But I applied, and I got it (not due to my talent unfortunately, but simply because nobody else applied- or I'm assuming that no one else did for this year). Oh well. The editor gets paid. Not to sound heartless or anything but I could use the money. Plus there's the bonus of experience (a crazy rollercoaster one because it's not easy, but hey nothing worth it will ever be easy!).
Enough about that. There's more though and it's got nothing to do with women's issues, do not fret. Then, somebody else said..."Hey Mil, aren't you going to run for anything? Nominations close in three days!" So I decided to run for something. I shall not say anything much until the results are out but is anybody else getting the feeling that it's really easy to get me to do something? Just give me nudge and apparently I run, scrambling for the red button. I guess all it takes is one push. I'd like to think that these people had nothing to do with it, but in hindsight, what they said has everything to do with it. I don't think very highly of my capabilities so if you tell me I can do something and that I can do it well, I will always be surprised. But I don't even think I'm too hard on myself. It's really wierd. I suppose this means that I'm some sort of compliment-hungry person which is not very attractive but who doesn't like a compliment ei?
Annnnnd of course, this sums it all up- why two of my assignments are late. They're not major major ones though, so I'm not feeling too panicky. I'm feeling slightly guilty obviously (perhaps the guilt is some wierd motivation to me...who knows?) because both the lecturers of these units are really awesome and I don't want them to think that I'm insulting their intelligence. I suppose I should direct them to this post, just so they can get the general idea. One of them is a drama lecturer though, so I don't think he cares all that much (no offense meant, it was said in good humour!). Dramatists are dramatists after all. Plus he must be having fun reading over all the interesting and psychotic student plays everyone submitted. I don't want to take that away from him obviously.
So, in one breath, this is what I have to do: Finish that damn synopsis, finish that darn summary of my oral presentation and then focus on layout and images and editing. And writing of course. Something I've completely lost touch with. I was reading some poetry of a good friend of mine and felt that sharp pang you feel when you miss doing something you love. Kind of like the pangs I get when I think of mutton rendang from Sri Melaka back home. The adoration is intense but it's that good I swear.
Oh, and I've got to prepare for two more oral presentations coming up next week plus start research for two essays. And study for a test. And prepare for a 'moved reading'. And the first draft of my play.
Hmm. That cheap vodka doesn't sound so bad now.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
No Fear
The beauty of Sanskrit, of native languages and aboriginality- torn down by the English sacrilege. They built it up to perfection and you scrapped it off with one single manouvre. But you know what? You can tick tock and Hobson-Jobson all you want-our language remains ours.
We may not understand privacy, or comprehend you when you say things like 'breach of privacy' and 'disrespect for grief' but at least we are not afraid of butting in and running interference. Sometimes that can save a life.
At least we are not nations of binge-drinking, which is not something that alot of Western countries can say. We have our problems, but they're mostly not as sad as consuming too many drinks at the age of 12.
At least we don't stand four feet away from each other when standing in a queue. Sure there's the BO problem but I'd rather feel humane then feel like a leper in a public space.
At least we are not afraid. Because you know what? You, as rich and as clean and as powerful as you are, you live in a nation of constant fear.
And I'd rather be poor, dirty and powerless instead of afraid.
We may not understand privacy, or comprehend you when you say things like 'breach of privacy' and 'disrespect for grief' but at least we are not afraid of butting in and running interference. Sometimes that can save a life.
At least we are not nations of binge-drinking, which is not something that alot of Western countries can say. We have our problems, but they're mostly not as sad as consuming too many drinks at the age of 12.
At least we don't stand four feet away from each other when standing in a queue. Sure there's the BO problem but I'd rather feel humane then feel like a leper in a public space.
At least we are not afraid. Because you know what? You, as rich and as clean and as powerful as you are, you live in a nation of constant fear.
And I'd rather be poor, dirty and powerless instead of afraid.
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