Because I'm a Copycat and Bored
FOUR JOBS YOU’VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
1) Victoria Police - various admin jobs
2) State Coroners Office - techincally admin. I think I ended up being a punching bag.
3) Busker
4) Clarinet teacher
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
1. Das Experiment (I’m twisted. I know. I’m sorry)
2. Dogs in Space
3. Fight Club
4. Metropolis (there are many more I could watch over and over again)
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. Futurama
2. Harvey Birdman
3. IRON CHEF!
4. Anything with David Attenborough
FOUR PLACES YOU’VE BEEN ON HOLIDAY
1) Halls Gap
2) Germany
3) Eden
4) BALLARAT
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. ABC News
2. Neopets (I know, it’s sad, I can’t help it!!)
3. Hotmail
4. Wordzap Enigma puzzle
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS
1) Chocolate
2) Veggie Koftas
3) Japanese
4) Lebanese (last two both vegetarian)
FOUR PLACES YOU’D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1) Berlin
2) In my own, large, quiet place I could make a lot of noise in
3) On a train somewhere, travelling to a random destination
4) Madagascar to visit the lemurs
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I’ve decided I’m not really a social person, and I’m getting very sick of people. I want every international reader of my journal to know that what is happening in Sydney is not representative of our nation’s attitudes and sickens me to the stomach. There always have and always will be racist elements in this country, every new wave of migrants is met with fear. But what is happening in Cronulla and surrounds is really disgusting on a new level. We have riots here not to protest the racism inherent in government immigration policy, or the laws that make it harder for us to get a decent job and education, but . . . oh god, what’s the point, really. From the government to the rotten tabloid media and shock jocks on talkback, *we’ve* seen this situation grow by our powerlessness and our apathy. The federal government won elections on xenophobia and breeding fear into the average white, middle-class Australian, and now seems surprised and ready to dismiss it as a few bad apples instead of addressing the basic problem. It doesn’t matter who you are, white, black, green, purple, caucasian, aboriginal, asian, african, arabic, indian, islander, whatever, we are all the same organic material, we all laugh, we all cry. We are more similar than what we think or want to admit. Those fuckers, from the drunken rabble and retaliatory gangs through to the media and up to the federal government who think otherwise really frighten me. I keep thinking what if this was happening in Melbourne, what would happen to friends like Zureen . . . All I can say is that I’m glad I live here. I really think Melbourne has a much different attitude, and although there are some bad elements out there, on the most part people are getting along, or trying to get along with each other. I never want to see what is happening in Sydney happen anywhere else, in this country or elsewhere.
I’m starting to form the idea that it is our imagination that makes up our world, or at least that imagination is the most important thing in the world. If people could just for one moment imagine what it would be like to be someone else, imagine what it must be like to be a migrant, to be a refugee, to be native-born in a place, to be male, to be female, to be old, to be young. If we can imagine what it is like for someone else, then we can empathise with them. If we used our imagination instead of deadening it at the youngest possible age by a cookie-cutter education system and idle entertainment that force feeds us instead of allowing us to think and dream and imagine for ourselves, perhaps things would be very different today.
But all this sounds very nice and warm and fuzzy. I know something a simple as imagination isn’t the answer to our problems . . . but it would make a huge difference, i daresay.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant tonight. I’m just very tired and very fed up right now.
1) Victoria Police - various admin jobs
2) State Coroners Office - techincally admin. I think I ended up being a punching bag.
3) Busker
4) Clarinet teacher
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER
1. Das Experiment (I’m twisted. I know. I’m sorry)
2. Dogs in Space
3. Fight Club
4. Metropolis (there are many more I could watch over and over again)
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. Futurama
2. Harvey Birdman
3. IRON CHEF!
4. Anything with David Attenborough
FOUR PLACES YOU’VE BEEN ON HOLIDAY
1) Halls Gap
2) Germany
3) Eden
4) BALLARAT
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. ABC News
2. Neopets (I know, it’s sad, I can’t help it!!)
3. Hotmail
4. Wordzap Enigma puzzle
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS
1) Chocolate
2) Veggie Koftas
3) Japanese
4) Lebanese (last two both vegetarian)
FOUR PLACES YOU’D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1) Berlin
2) In my own, large, quiet place I could make a lot of noise in
3) On a train somewhere, travelling to a random destination
4) Madagascar to visit the lemurs
---------------------------------------------------------
I’ve decided I’m not really a social person, and I’m getting very sick of people. I want every international reader of my journal to know that what is happening in Sydney is not representative of our nation’s attitudes and sickens me to the stomach. There always have and always will be racist elements in this country, every new wave of migrants is met with fear. But what is happening in Cronulla and surrounds is really disgusting on a new level. We have riots here not to protest the racism inherent in government immigration policy, or the laws that make it harder for us to get a decent job and education, but . . . oh god, what’s the point, really. From the government to the rotten tabloid media and shock jocks on talkback, *we’ve* seen this situation grow by our powerlessness and our apathy. The federal government won elections on xenophobia and breeding fear into the average white, middle-class Australian, and now seems surprised and ready to dismiss it as a few bad apples instead of addressing the basic problem. It doesn’t matter who you are, white, black, green, purple, caucasian, aboriginal, asian, african, arabic, indian, islander, whatever, we are all the same organic material, we all laugh, we all cry. We are more similar than what we think or want to admit. Those fuckers, from the drunken rabble and retaliatory gangs through to the media and up to the federal government who think otherwise really frighten me. I keep thinking what if this was happening in Melbourne, what would happen to friends like Zureen . . . All I can say is that I’m glad I live here. I really think Melbourne has a much different attitude, and although there are some bad elements out there, on the most part people are getting along, or trying to get along with each other. I never want to see what is happening in Sydney happen anywhere else, in this country or elsewhere.
I’m starting to form the idea that it is our imagination that makes up our world, or at least that imagination is the most important thing in the world. If people could just for one moment imagine what it would be like to be someone else, imagine what it must be like to be a migrant, to be a refugee, to be native-born in a place, to be male, to be female, to be old, to be young. If we can imagine what it is like for someone else, then we can empathise with them. If we used our imagination instead of deadening it at the youngest possible age by a cookie-cutter education system and idle entertainment that force feeds us instead of allowing us to think and dream and imagine for ourselves, perhaps things would be very different today.
But all this sounds very nice and warm and fuzzy. I know something a simple as imagination isn’t the answer to our problems . . . but it would make a huge difference, i daresay.
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant tonight. I’m just very tired and very fed up right now.