I wrote this big long winded spiel about the current situation regarding ‘boat people’ coming to Australia (Is it me or do others have this image in their mind of people with heads shaped like boats when they hear the term ‘boat people’) Anyway after I re-read it. I sounded way too much like a politician which fucked me off, so here is the ‘digest’ version of my thoughts on the matter of asylum seekers.
People have to look at the bigger picture here.
1) These people are escaping from a situation I can’t even begin to imagine must be like.
2) Australia is a BIG country yes, but the majority of the place is desert and well nothing fucking grows in the desert.
3) Some people are genuine asylum seekers other aren’t at least let these people be given the chance to plead their case.
4) The authorities need to look at the fuckers who are smuggling the people! ie those cunts who are taking advantage of those in a very dire situation, charging them an astronomical amount of non refundable money to possibly seek freedom should be rounded up and stopped.
For fuck sake Australia. I realised that some of the people that live here are dickheads. You can’t turn on the TV without someone yob draped in the Australian flag who has no fucking clue what the fuck ANZAC day stands for let alone can tell you who governs the country – but there they are ‘Fair dinkum Aussies!’ all because they can go shirtless with the Australian flag draped over their shoulders complete with their Ned Kelly tattoo!
Why are these bogans so patriotic? Because it’s a free country and we give people a fair go! Fair to those who can read the fine print and see that it excludes those fleeing turmoil in their own country, and are seeking safety for themselves and their families, via the ocean! Yes I agree it’s NOT the correct way to come into the country – however those who ‘fly’ in legitimately on a ‘tourist’ visa usually fuck off somewhere, out stary their visa conditions, work for cash in had somewhere, which prevents taxes being paid. Taxes which fund the all important football stadiums of this country (Cause sport, is more important than hospitals) and yet we have fat kids!?!
But I digress... Am I in the twilight zone? No I’m just an Australian living in this ‘lucky country’ that gives people a ‘fair go’ and isn’t racists at all!
I’ll shut the fuck up now
That’s all I’ve got.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Going Nuclear
So the debate is back regarding Australia and if we should have nuclear power to run the country instead of using fossil fuels such as coal.
My thoughts are NO we shouldn’t have nuclear power – I’ve got a few reasons I’m sure no one cares however my biggest argument is
We live in fucking Australia – its SUNNY all the fucking time – why not utilise that and create large bloody solar energy farms out the back of fucking no where and harness the sun’s energy (I sound like a bloody advert for solar panels!)
Seriously though… Has anyone in government worked out the cost of what establishing a solar energy plant would be OVER the nuclear one? I know I’d rather live within 150km’s of a solar energy farm, than a nuclear power plant!
What about the ‘great ocean road’ it blows a bloody gale down there – put up some windmills, harvest the wind, and turn that into energy!
I’m not hug a tree greenie. In fact hug a tree greenies shit me, and I’d like to collect them all, make them shower, use deodorant, have a haircut and SHAVE! Eww the thought is creeping me out!!!
Anyway….. I see in the paper over the weekend the amount of money we pay politicians to well basically do fuck all other than be bigots and fuck people they’d never have a chance of fucking if they a) weren't in politics and b) didn't have money we pay them to be politicians! I worry that the future of this country is starting to gain momentum, in the ever increasing spiral of shit, that is circulating it’s way down the drain!
Sun Kevin… Solar Power Kevin.. It might cost more to actually get up and running to begin with, but it won’t risk our grandchildren having to worry about ‘waste disposal’ in the future, and lets face it – the sun isn’t going to run out!
That’s all I’ve got.
My thoughts are NO we shouldn’t have nuclear power – I’ve got a few reasons I’m sure no one cares however my biggest argument is
We live in fucking Australia – its SUNNY all the fucking time – why not utilise that and create large bloody solar energy farms out the back of fucking no where and harness the sun’s energy (I sound like a bloody advert for solar panels!)
Seriously though… Has anyone in government worked out the cost of what establishing a solar energy plant would be OVER the nuclear one? I know I’d rather live within 150km’s of a solar energy farm, than a nuclear power plant!
What about the ‘great ocean road’ it blows a bloody gale down there – put up some windmills, harvest the wind, and turn that into energy!
I’m not hug a tree greenie. In fact hug a tree greenies shit me, and I’d like to collect them all, make them shower, use deodorant, have a haircut and SHAVE! Eww the thought is creeping me out!!!
Anyway….. I see in the paper over the weekend the amount of money we pay politicians to well basically do fuck all other than be bigots and fuck people they’d never have a chance of fucking if they a) weren't in politics and b) didn't have money we pay them to be politicians! I worry that the future of this country is starting to gain momentum, in the ever increasing spiral of shit, that is circulating it’s way down the drain!
Sun Kevin… Solar Power Kevin.. It might cost more to actually get up and running to begin with, but it won’t risk our grandchildren having to worry about ‘waste disposal’ in the future, and lets face it – the sun isn’t going to run out!
That’s all I’ve got.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Forward or back?
I was watching flash forward on Monday night and it made me think. If you were given the opportunity to get a glimpse into your future would you? What if the flip side of the coin enabled you to go back and give advice to your younger self, would you take that option? Which one would you choose, forward or back?
The going back option comes after spending the weekend with my parents and helping my mum clean out some of the boxes we pulled down from their roof space (Americans would call it an attic) to allow the insulation people to do their thing this week (Install insulation!). In amongst this stuff in the ‘attic’ was old shit from my school days including a letter my mum had written in relation to a dispute I’d had with a teacher when I was 13. (I don’t have any real memory of this, however she filled in the blanks he was a very vindictive person, and basically had it in for me.) This lead my mum to tell me a story of how ‘happy’ I was as a young child (At primary school) and once I started high school and was unfortunately exposed to this ‘evil teacher’ who sucked out my soul and made me angry, bitter and suicidal. My life was altered.
I asked her if she had her time again what she would have done (with the knowledge she has now) she said she’d have either moved me schools or she would have requested I be placed in a different class away from this particular teacher.
Hindsight allows us 20/20 vision – someone smart came out with the description of the way we look at our past mistakes and if only we were given another chance at them how we’d handle them differently.
Would I go back and offer my younger self advice to perhaps steer me into a brighter future? My head says yes, but my heart says no. I’m the person I am today because of the life I have lived thus far. I’ve learnt plenty of life lessons from the path I’ve been on thus far. If I was to change one point, then others would fracture off and may never happen. My brother for instance may not have married the girl he did and I wouldn’t have the two beautiful nephews I have today if I was to change something from my past.
Which brings me to the future. If offered the chance to glimpse your life 10 years from now. Would you? My answer is yes. I’d love to know what the future holds for me, if anything to allow an ease to the pressure I feel in my life right now. Has my degree helped? Am I working in a job I’m happy in? Or am I miserable or maybe even dead?
We can’t change out past, nor can we change our future, even if we were granted the gift to see into it. I’m a firm believer that everything does happen for a reason, and once your number is up it’s up. Some of us live a long life, others short – but that’s just how it has to be. I’d be happy to make it to 50. I don’t however want to be old old (80+)
It breaks my heart each time I go to see my Nan in the old age home. She doesn’t know who I am anymore, she’s delirious in dementia. I have no idea what goes on her in mind, but she is aware she’s safe, and to her that’s was all that ever mattered. When she was living in her own home, she knew eventually the day would come where she would have to go into a care facility, and she always said she didn’t mind as long as she felt safe, that was all that mattered. Some days I’m the nurse who fetches her a drink, other days I’m someone who reminds her of her youth. I’m no longer Sal her granddaughter though, as for her, that moment, that experience, that memory of the event of being a Nanna is yet to happen.
Glimpse your future? Or advise your past? You decide
That’s all I’ve got.
The going back option comes after spending the weekend with my parents and helping my mum clean out some of the boxes we pulled down from their roof space (Americans would call it an attic) to allow the insulation people to do their thing this week (Install insulation!). In amongst this stuff in the ‘attic’ was old shit from my school days including a letter my mum had written in relation to a dispute I’d had with a teacher when I was 13. (I don’t have any real memory of this, however she filled in the blanks he was a very vindictive person, and basically had it in for me.) This lead my mum to tell me a story of how ‘happy’ I was as a young child (At primary school) and once I started high school and was unfortunately exposed to this ‘evil teacher’ who sucked out my soul and made me angry, bitter and suicidal. My life was altered.
I asked her if she had her time again what she would have done (with the knowledge she has now) she said she’d have either moved me schools or she would have requested I be placed in a different class away from this particular teacher.
Hindsight allows us 20/20 vision – someone smart came out with the description of the way we look at our past mistakes and if only we were given another chance at them how we’d handle them differently.
Would I go back and offer my younger self advice to perhaps steer me into a brighter future? My head says yes, but my heart says no. I’m the person I am today because of the life I have lived thus far. I’ve learnt plenty of life lessons from the path I’ve been on thus far. If I was to change one point, then others would fracture off and may never happen. My brother for instance may not have married the girl he did and I wouldn’t have the two beautiful nephews I have today if I was to change something from my past.
Which brings me to the future. If offered the chance to glimpse your life 10 years from now. Would you? My answer is yes. I’d love to know what the future holds for me, if anything to allow an ease to the pressure I feel in my life right now. Has my degree helped? Am I working in a job I’m happy in? Or am I miserable or maybe even dead?
We can’t change out past, nor can we change our future, even if we were granted the gift to see into it. I’m a firm believer that everything does happen for a reason, and once your number is up it’s up. Some of us live a long life, others short – but that’s just how it has to be. I’d be happy to make it to 50. I don’t however want to be old old (80+)
It breaks my heart each time I go to see my Nan in the old age home. She doesn’t know who I am anymore, she’s delirious in dementia. I have no idea what goes on her in mind, but she is aware she’s safe, and to her that’s was all that ever mattered. When she was living in her own home, she knew eventually the day would come where she would have to go into a care facility, and she always said she didn’t mind as long as she felt safe, that was all that mattered. Some days I’m the nurse who fetches her a drink, other days I’m someone who reminds her of her youth. I’m no longer Sal her granddaughter though, as for her, that moment, that experience, that memory of the event of being a Nanna is yet to happen.
Glimpse your future? Or advise your past? You decide
That’s all I’ve got.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A slice of honesty
I watched a Youtube video (Vlog) the other day in which the vlogger stated they were so happy to have their best friend’s support. The best friend in question was someone he’d never meet (IRL) living on the other side of the world.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve met a lot of people thanks to the internet, some of whom I’m friends with i.e we e-mail, talk on the phone, send one another birthday and Christmas card etc. But some of these friends I’ve NEVER MEET in real life. (Real life, where you have, physically shared, personal space!) Some of the friends I’ve made online I’ve meet in real life, and thus they fall into the category of friends I meet via the net. (I’m not into putting my personal relationships with people into categories! I’m simply making a point of categories for this blog!)
Anyway… Out of the friends I’ve made online I’ve have varying relationships with. Some I’ve shared flats with, others I’ve slept with, some I just talk on the phone occasionally, others it’s only contact via the net through e-mail, and msn etc. The point I’m getting to is that I wouldn’t call any of them my best friend.
Best friend, is well something you find in a playground with children who put their friendships into different levels and award those ‘better’ than others the tag / label of ‘best friend’. Of all my friends I have I don’t have a ‘best’ one. They are all equal to me, they all represent something unique, thus the reason I’m friends with them, but none are ‘better’ than the other, and therefore I do not have a ‘best friend(s)’ I just have a group of close friends, and those who ‘know’ my name. (Does that make sense).
So back to the original topic I started out on. How can someone be a ‘best friend’ if you’ve never actually met them? When you have a RL friend, it different to the relationship you have with those you’ve never met. It’s those little things that you get from personal space contact that make your friendships in real life differ to those on line, the way someone looks at you when they talk can’t be replaced by a smiley in an e-mail. Nor can that sense of reality you get from someone when you see them, read their body language etc, be replicated online.
Which brings me to the following explanation. I meet a girl online years ago now, we chatted online, swapped e-mails, spoke on the phone etc and I ‘really’ liked her, but when I finally got to ‘meet’ her in real life, she wasn’t what I’d built up in my mind – (I did know what she looked like – this is not some vanity thing!) Her mannerism, the way she spoke when she was off guard, her blatant view on certain topics (You know the kind their opinion and thought are the ONLY correct one) It's these things that you can’t pick up over the phone, or the net. It’s that in the flesh connection, which makes me well scoff at these people who try and tell me their ‘best friend’ is someone who lives in another country and they have never met them, but they are like their bestest friend ever!
Some could look at this as ‘oh but he’s young’ Fuck that excuse! Everyone is ‘young’ at some stage in their lives, it’s the experiences we go through that make us the people / adults we are today. This oh but S/he is young is wearing a little thin as an excuse for ignorance. Step outside your front door, experience the world and base friendship and trust on MORE than a pleasantly rehearsed e-mail or a very controlled phone conversation!
I like all the people I’m friends with (That’s kind of an obvious statement as I’d not be friends with people I don’t like, but I’m sure you know what I mean!) I like and enjoy the ‘exchange of communication’ I have with online friends who I may or may not have met, and those who have to put up with my ugly mug in real life those pre internet friends.
Break out the ‘what you see is what you get friend’ That’s what the world needs more of.
That’s all I’ve got.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve met a lot of people thanks to the internet, some of whom I’m friends with i.e we e-mail, talk on the phone, send one another birthday and Christmas card etc. But some of these friends I’ve NEVER MEET in real life. (Real life, where you have, physically shared, personal space!) Some of the friends I’ve made online I’ve meet in real life, and thus they fall into the category of friends I meet via the net. (I’m not into putting my personal relationships with people into categories! I’m simply making a point of categories for this blog!)
Anyway… Out of the friends I’ve made online I’ve have varying relationships with. Some I’ve shared flats with, others I’ve slept with, some I just talk on the phone occasionally, others it’s only contact via the net through e-mail, and msn etc. The point I’m getting to is that I wouldn’t call any of them my best friend.
Best friend, is well something you find in a playground with children who put their friendships into different levels and award those ‘better’ than others the tag / label of ‘best friend’. Of all my friends I have I don’t have a ‘best’ one. They are all equal to me, they all represent something unique, thus the reason I’m friends with them, but none are ‘better’ than the other, and therefore I do not have a ‘best friend(s)’ I just have a group of close friends, and those who ‘know’ my name. (Does that make sense).
So back to the original topic I started out on. How can someone be a ‘best friend’ if you’ve never actually met them? When you have a RL friend, it different to the relationship you have with those you’ve never met. It’s those little things that you get from personal space contact that make your friendships in real life differ to those on line, the way someone looks at you when they talk can’t be replaced by a smiley in an e-mail. Nor can that sense of reality you get from someone when you see them, read their body language etc, be replicated online.
Which brings me to the following explanation. I meet a girl online years ago now, we chatted online, swapped e-mails, spoke on the phone etc and I ‘really’ liked her, but when I finally got to ‘meet’ her in real life, she wasn’t what I’d built up in my mind – (I did know what she looked like – this is not some vanity thing!) Her mannerism, the way she spoke when she was off guard, her blatant view on certain topics (You know the kind their opinion and thought are the ONLY correct one) It's these things that you can’t pick up over the phone, or the net. It’s that in the flesh connection, which makes me well scoff at these people who try and tell me their ‘best friend’ is someone who lives in another country and they have never met them, but they are like their bestest friend ever!
Some could look at this as ‘oh but he’s young’ Fuck that excuse! Everyone is ‘young’ at some stage in their lives, it’s the experiences we go through that make us the people / adults we are today. This oh but S/he is young is wearing a little thin as an excuse for ignorance. Step outside your front door, experience the world and base friendship and trust on MORE than a pleasantly rehearsed e-mail or a very controlled phone conversation!
I like all the people I’m friends with (That’s kind of an obvious statement as I’d not be friends with people I don’t like, but I’m sure you know what I mean!) I like and enjoy the ‘exchange of communication’ I have with online friends who I may or may not have met, and those who have to put up with my ugly mug in real life those pre internet friends.
Break out the ‘what you see is what you get friend’ That’s what the world needs more of.
That’s all I’ve got.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Woe is me
Why is it that my best moments of clarity re a story line etc come to me when I have no access to a pen to write them down? I get some of the best story arcs etc when I’m driving, or I’m in the shower. Both situations where writing the thoughts down is a little difficult.
I feel as though I’m in this place full of fog right now, and I’m just not sure which direction I should turn to face to lead me to a clearer view of the situation.
I’ve got about 50 ideas for the story I want to write for this years Nanowrimo, but when I lay in bed at night and think of the ways I could put them together they just seem to fall short, and seem well boring.
Is that my problem? Am I too hard on myself? Me hacking on me before I’ve even pushed past the starting line? (Great grammar there!) I’ve doomed the trip before the voyage has even set sail? Fuck there’s the cliché’s once again!!
If I’m honest with myself I think I’m just mentally exhausted from Uni this year, with a whole load of other stuff going on at the same time, I need a confidence boost, that what I’m doing here will mean something in the end, and I will get a job I *like* not just slot back into the same schedule of 8am to 5pm Monday to Friday in a job I despise getting out of bed for, and one that drives me to drink each evening.
I took a gamble and left full time employment to goto Uni, because it was something I wanted to do I’ve always had a passion for writing, and when an opportunity falls in your lap of an degree in writing, well I’d have been on that ‘if only I had’ merry-go –round had I not taken the opportunity when it was offered up to me. So I re-reading that statement alone, I am at least confident in the choice I made to goto Uni :) (Yay Sal!)
What does the future hold for me? I honestly don’t know. I hope the future enables me to finish my degree, get at least ONE book published in my lifetime, and to be happy in the job I get out of bed each morning to attend. Dream job, would be something with books, anything from a librarian, through to the jacket cover writer for people much more established in the world of publishing than I am right now.
I suppose that’s all life is really? One large challenge of self confidence, until you die.
That’s all I’ve got.
I feel as though I’m in this place full of fog right now, and I’m just not sure which direction I should turn to face to lead me to a clearer view of the situation.
I’ve got about 50 ideas for the story I want to write for this years Nanowrimo, but when I lay in bed at night and think of the ways I could put them together they just seem to fall short, and seem well boring.
Is that my problem? Am I too hard on myself? Me hacking on me before I’ve even pushed past the starting line? (Great grammar there!) I’ve doomed the trip before the voyage has even set sail? Fuck there’s the cliché’s once again!!
If I’m honest with myself I think I’m just mentally exhausted from Uni this year, with a whole load of other stuff going on at the same time, I need a confidence boost, that what I’m doing here will mean something in the end, and I will get a job I *like* not just slot back into the same schedule of 8am to 5pm Monday to Friday in a job I despise getting out of bed for, and one that drives me to drink each evening.
I took a gamble and left full time employment to goto Uni, because it was something I wanted to do I’ve always had a passion for writing, and when an opportunity falls in your lap of an degree in writing, well I’d have been on that ‘if only I had’ merry-go –round had I not taken the opportunity when it was offered up to me. So I re-reading that statement alone, I am at least confident in the choice I made to goto Uni :) (Yay Sal!)
What does the future hold for me? I honestly don’t know. I hope the future enables me to finish my degree, get at least ONE book published in my lifetime, and to be happy in the job I get out of bed each morning to attend. Dream job, would be something with books, anything from a librarian, through to the jacket cover writer for people much more established in the world of publishing than I am right now.
I suppose that’s all life is really? One large challenge of self confidence, until you die.
That’s all I’ve got.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A sticky situation
Those who follow me on twitter will know that the other morning I managed to spill pretty much the entire contents of a mug of hot tea onto my wireless keyboard. The keys from the left hand side over to about TGB are ‘sticking’ you have to ‘punch’ them down to get them to work. I look at this scenario from a few different angles.
One: I can replace the keyboard if the ‘sticking’ problem doesn’t work itself out. As one follower on twitter commented – it was better to have the wireless keyboard go under than a laptop!
Two: The keyboard is much more sturdy to hot (Read Scalding) beverages than my lap. Whilst at the time when the hot tea was cascading from my cup onto the keyboard, followed by me shouting “Oh for fuck sake!” I had to take a moment to thank the inventor of the slide out keyboard shelf. For had that invention not been
invented, and had I not had a desk with the aforementioned slide out keyboard shelf in it, on which the position of the shelf was in the fully slid out position. Then that hot tea (read scalding!) would have ended up in my lap which would have resulted in a scald vagina and well that’s NEVER a good thing!!
Three: There are a lot of people worse off out there than me, and I really shouldn’t bitch and moan about it . But fuck if I don’t write about it here and allow follows on twitter to know, then who else would give a fuck? Except maybe my mum!
In other news
I’ve got three of my marks back for the first ‘assignment’s’ for the units I’m doing – there’s two major assignments in total for each class (Amounts to six) and then there’s other ‘stuff’ that is counted as 10 and 15 % marks throughout the course(s). Except politics in which the major assignment is worth 60% It’s a pass/fail paper and I’m kinda stressing over it just a little.
Anyway – marks so far are
Playwriting: Distinction +
Politics Journal: Distinction +
Issues and themes in contemporary writing (Read a shit load of books!): Credit +
I’m really happy with all these marks considering that I felt I was really struggling with this semester. The classes just weren’t ‘great’ and the books we had to read were well a bit shit! (out of seven books three were good!)
It’s all down hill now (Cliché #427!) and its gaining momentum (Cliché # 428!)
Ok I’ll stop the Clichés
I’ll be finished this semester and this year by the middle of the October and then I’ll concentrate on this year’s submission for NANOWRIMO. This is the first time I’ve attempted it, but I’m really looking forward to the challenge and I defiantly think 50,000 words in thirty days will test my limits.
That’s all I’ve got
One: I can replace the keyboard if the ‘sticking’ problem doesn’t work itself out. As one follower on twitter commented – it was better to have the wireless keyboard go under than a laptop!
Two: The keyboard is much more sturdy to hot (Read Scalding) beverages than my lap. Whilst at the time when the hot tea was cascading from my cup onto the keyboard, followed by me shouting “Oh for fuck sake!” I had to take a moment to thank the inventor of the slide out keyboard shelf. For had that invention not been
invented, and had I not had a desk with the aforementioned slide out keyboard shelf in it, on which the position of the shelf was in the fully slid out position. Then that hot tea (read scalding!) would have ended up in my lap which would have resulted in a scald vagina and well that’s NEVER a good thing!!
Three: There are a lot of people worse off out there than me, and I really shouldn’t bitch and moan about it . But fuck if I don’t write about it here and allow follows on twitter to know, then who else would give a fuck? Except maybe my mum!
In other news
I’ve got three of my marks back for the first ‘assignment’s’ for the units I’m doing – there’s two major assignments in total for each class (Amounts to six) and then there’s other ‘stuff’ that is counted as 10 and 15 % marks throughout the course(s). Except politics in which the major assignment is worth 60% It’s a pass/fail paper and I’m kinda stressing over it just a little.
Anyway – marks so far are
Playwriting: Distinction +
Politics Journal: Distinction +
Issues and themes in contemporary writing (Read a shit load of books!): Credit +
I’m really happy with all these marks considering that I felt I was really struggling with this semester. The classes just weren’t ‘great’ and the books we had to read were well a bit shit! (out of seven books three were good!)
It’s all down hill now (Cliché #427!) and its gaining momentum (Cliché # 428!)
Ok I’ll stop the Clichés
I’ll be finished this semester and this year by the middle of the October and then I’ll concentrate on this year’s submission for NANOWRIMO. This is the first time I’ve attempted it, but I’m really looking forward to the challenge and I defiantly think 50,000 words in thirty days will test my limits.
That’s all I’ve got
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Post # 100
There’s no fireworks? WTF?
This is my official post number One Hundred. I actually wrote it a few weeks ago on the evening of my Mum’s 60th Birthday celebrations (We rocked out with an OAP party!!) However life (Known as Uni!) caught up with me and I’ve not had a chance to post it. Plus, if gave me a chance to edit it down a bit.
Life is pretty full on right now, with the workload increasing for Uni, and the time in the day just slipping away without any notice. Whilst its not ‘panic’ stations just yet it will be soon if things don’t come together a little better.
One note though. I experienced my first exposure to someone cheating this past week. They worked shopped some work which they stated was theirs – however it’s not! It fucked me off that they ‘took on board the feedback’ and said ‘oh yeah thanks I’ll work on that angle’ etc etc and all the time I’m thinking – you didn’t even fucking write this!
It got the better of me in the end and I e-mailed the lecturer with proof that this work wasn’t this persons, and that I wouldn’t be offering feedback on ‘this piece’ as I couldn’t! It’s in the lectures hands now. I hope they pursue it. Plagiarism is highlighted everywhere re our assignments. So when it’s handed to them with actual proof this work isn’t this persons then surly they can’t ignore it! Anyway as I said I’ve let the lecturer know it’s in their hands now.
Back to my mum’s birthday.
My mum turned 60 this year – a big milestone for her. She clearly stated to my brother and I she didn’t want a ‘big fuss’ however would like some close friends and family over for a small lunchtime party / gathering. She pre-warned us re the 60th celebrations, as when she turned 50 my brother and I lobbed on her doorstep from Brisbane the night before to her surprise, asking what we where doing home. When we told her we were here to set up her party she didn’t believe us that was until the Saturday morning when we started setting up tables etc and blowing up balloons, and then guests started to arrive! She enjoyed it though, and she enjoyed her ‘small’ gathering of close friends and family this time around for her 60th.
Thanks to my new followers – it’s lovely to have new people on board and giving feedback. I’ve got Scoman to primarily thank for that, so thanks Scoman!
That’s all I’ve got.
This is my official post number One Hundred. I actually wrote it a few weeks ago on the evening of my Mum’s 60th Birthday celebrations (We rocked out with an OAP party!!) However life (Known as Uni!) caught up with me and I’ve not had a chance to post it. Plus, if gave me a chance to edit it down a bit.
Life is pretty full on right now, with the workload increasing for Uni, and the time in the day just slipping away without any notice. Whilst its not ‘panic’ stations just yet it will be soon if things don’t come together a little better.
One note though. I experienced my first exposure to someone cheating this past week. They worked shopped some work which they stated was theirs – however it’s not! It fucked me off that they ‘took on board the feedback’ and said ‘oh yeah thanks I’ll work on that angle’ etc etc and all the time I’m thinking – you didn’t even fucking write this!
It got the better of me in the end and I e-mailed the lecturer with proof that this work wasn’t this persons, and that I wouldn’t be offering feedback on ‘this piece’ as I couldn’t! It’s in the lectures hands now. I hope they pursue it. Plagiarism is highlighted everywhere re our assignments. So when it’s handed to them with actual proof this work isn’t this persons then surly they can’t ignore it! Anyway as I said I’ve let the lecturer know it’s in their hands now.
Back to my mum’s birthday.
My mum turned 60 this year – a big milestone for her. She clearly stated to my brother and I she didn’t want a ‘big fuss’ however would like some close friends and family over for a small lunchtime party / gathering. She pre-warned us re the 60th celebrations, as when she turned 50 my brother and I lobbed on her doorstep from Brisbane the night before to her surprise, asking what we where doing home. When we told her we were here to set up her party she didn’t believe us that was until the Saturday morning when we started setting up tables etc and blowing up balloons, and then guests started to arrive! She enjoyed it though, and she enjoyed her ‘small’ gathering of close friends and family this time around for her 60th.
Thanks to my new followers – it’s lovely to have new people on board and giving feedback. I’ve got Scoman to primarily thank for that, so thanks Scoman!
That’s all I’ve got.
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