But now i feel i need to rant about racism. Racist, ignorant, bitch, douchebag... for me, they can generally all be classified together. If you don't want to read an honest, pro-refugee, anti-Aussie Pride rant i suggest you close this now. if this makes you feel less of me, no dramas... i daresay i already do of you.
I can understand if a 'fear' of what is different can affect people but not recognising human rights and the kinds of things that everyone should be allowed to enjoy is downright deplorable. Due to this difference factor, not every race is being forced to deal with racism. Europeans, Americans... they are like us. There's nothing wrong with them. but when it comes to Africans and Asians... you may as well be trying to walk down Cronulla beach with the cast of Fat Pizza.
I wish more people would understand how wrong their stances are. not so much even in terms of compassion and empathy, because not everyone can feel this. but just with their purported facts and brainwashed minds. Studying social work this semester gave me the opportunity to look at many facets of refugee life that i would have never known and see and read things that i wish i didn't. ignorance is not bliss. but sometimes knowledge isn't either.
Media construes work in such a way to assist governmental parties and inject fear into the Australian people. Tony Abbot wants to keep the boats out?? a total of 2% of our annual refugee intake per year. couldn't that money be better spent elsewhere? people get on boats out of desperation. i get queasy when it gets rough on Sydney harbour and, one of the few times i have ever wished i could die was on a boat in the Mediterranean. i would not wish it upon many enemies to have to take a small boat for weeks on end in. but these people have reached their last tether. they have no choice. apparently a better life awaits them and their families. in terms of queue jumping... there are no queues. when will people realise this? it is about luck, not waiting in line. and, from what i witness trying to get on to buses and trains, no Australians are too keen to wait in a queue either!! perhaps they are embracing our way of life and assimilating to our practices!!
Ban the Burqa seems to be rife on facebook which, although i probably would rather read about this than something about nan and the c-word, really promotes some of my friends as a bunch of racist elitists. aussie pride can easily become nationalism and maybe one day neo-nazism... and that is really scary. These people seem to cite that it is our culture so they need to assimilate...their religion is not welcome... well excuse me but i might just take a look and...yep!! Australia does not have an official religion!! we are welcoming to all religions and people are not allowed to be lambasted due to their beliefs. In fact people can walk around in whatever get-up they desire and have a right to be able to strut it. and why should't they? what if they commit crimes with their faces covered up? Have you tried to run away from a crime scene in a burqa? it looks pretty flipping difficult.
our nation was created on immigration. the first boat people, the First Fleet, came here because of over-crowding. Now, people are coming to Australia because of war and famine. It is within anyone's right to take refuge in another country when they feel they are in danger. Just because we cannot empathise as much as possible due to our luck of being born and raised here, it is no need to say that no one else should enjoy the splendours that Australia has to offer. I hope you have been watching Go Back To Where You Came From and seen how badly some of the people on it have been portrayed.. no, not the refugees, but the Australians. if that is what you want to look like maybe we should put you all in a closed community somewhere in the South Australian desert...
it's disjointed and badly put together but okay i'm done.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Sunday, 5 June 2011
this time i might be able to maybe do it.
I thought i had perhaps shaken the bigger nights. the ones which i would love to forget the next day but rather seem to remember them even clearer and then am on a mission sending thank you slash apology texts. What is more, i cannot even give myself an opportunity to land on damnyouautocorrect.com and provide some laughs because my sloshed sentencing is still second to none.
One thing it does mean though is the next day i feel like death. this isn't so cool. and maybe drinking dishwashing liquid isn't so cool either. But it does always put me in the frame of mind that something different needs to be done. i need to have something here in my life which will mean that i won't be able to spend so much coin and waste so much of the following day in recovery mode. Prowling smh.com today i found something which may be able to answer the question. The City to Surf (it seems the word "to" has been replaced by the number 2 in the official documents, but i think i will just be sticking to the more traditional spelling). Let's be honest. If i plan to (finally) take part i will need to train, look after myself and make sure i am adequately prepared mentally, physically and emotionally. What is someting more of an omen is that the recommended training schedules begin ...today! I like omens.
This seems to tick a lot of boxes. I will be doing lots of training, keeping myself busy (which i adore) and working towards a goal. Only problem is all my other lost pursuits hanging about in my room as a constant reminder. My piano, gathering dust despite my continued love, my song lyrics and book chapters littered through journals and exercise books, the motivational interior decorating poster which was meant to be complete for the start of 2011 and the numerous cricket equipment and clothing reminding me i will never ever play for Australia. what will make this one different? motivation? unlikely. Use of whips? Perhaps. who knows. but maybe this will be the time i break free from the shackles and finish something that i start.
The training is appealing to me because just once in my life i want to have a hot body. I have discovered that boys only seem to join gyms and worry about their bodies once they break up with partners. obviously they get comfortable and let themselves go. so if i ever get a girlfriend, the post break up stage will just be used to lose the excess weight that getting cozy has allowed me to gain. so this is my best and possibly last chance to become a real narcissist and see what impact this has on the rest of my life. As well as this, sunday training will mean destroyed on a saturday is not an option.
What's more, this has always been on my list of "To do's" and it can only be a good feeling to knock one of them off. I have heard of the fabled runner's high and if it is anything like the high of a Xavier Rudd concert it will be enough to keep me going. Stay tuned, i will let you know when this idea fizzles out.
One thing it does mean though is the next day i feel like death. this isn't so cool. and maybe drinking dishwashing liquid isn't so cool either. But it does always put me in the frame of mind that something different needs to be done. i need to have something here in my life which will mean that i won't be able to spend so much coin and waste so much of the following day in recovery mode. Prowling smh.com today i found something which may be able to answer the question. The City to Surf (it seems the word "to" has been replaced by the number 2 in the official documents, but i think i will just be sticking to the more traditional spelling). Let's be honest. If i plan to (finally) take part i will need to train, look after myself and make sure i am adequately prepared mentally, physically and emotionally. What is someting more of an omen is that the recommended training schedules begin ...today! I like omens.
This seems to tick a lot of boxes. I will be doing lots of training, keeping myself busy (which i adore) and working towards a goal. Only problem is all my other lost pursuits hanging about in my room as a constant reminder. My piano, gathering dust despite my continued love, my song lyrics and book chapters littered through journals and exercise books, the motivational interior decorating poster which was meant to be complete for the start of 2011 and the numerous cricket equipment and clothing reminding me i will never ever play for Australia. what will make this one different? motivation? unlikely. Use of whips? Perhaps. who knows. but maybe this will be the time i break free from the shackles and finish something that i start.
The training is appealing to me because just once in my life i want to have a hot body. I have discovered that boys only seem to join gyms and worry about their bodies once they break up with partners. obviously they get comfortable and let themselves go. so if i ever get a girlfriend, the post break up stage will just be used to lose the excess weight that getting cozy has allowed me to gain. so this is my best and possibly last chance to become a real narcissist and see what impact this has on the rest of my life. As well as this, sunday training will mean destroyed on a saturday is not an option.
What's more, this has always been on my list of "To do's" and it can only be a good feeling to knock one of them off. I have heard of the fabled runner's high and if it is anything like the high of a Xavier Rudd concert it will be enough to keep me going. Stay tuned, i will let you know when this idea fizzles out.
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