(oh shut up! Don't go giving me evils!) Sunday, March 18, 2007
I'm not bloody 45!!!
(oh shut up! Don't go giving me evils!) Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Another 1 bites the dust

Saturday, March 10, 2007
Speech of the day
The Mindless Menace of Violence
Robert Francis Kennedy, City Club of Cleveland, Ohio, 5th April, 1968
This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity, my only event of today, to speak briefly to you about the mindless menace of violence in
It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on and on in this country of ours.
Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet.
No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of reason.
Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of the law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of the life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.
"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, "there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs."
Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far-off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire whatever weapons and ammunition they desire.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.
Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all.
I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.
Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again, which again stains our land and every one of our lives.
Monday, March 05, 2007
). Our dog has also taken a liking into sleeping in/under some of these leafy branches, & yesterday he got stuck. See link for a video of what happened. Unfortunately like most animals they freeze when they see a camera, so not much movement happening in the video. It ran away as soon as the video timed out needless to say 
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Mickey Mouse

Shall try & upload some 'smaller' videos from my trips when I'm at a faster connection next wk.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Rustic framing
It fits like a glove but alas the rustic look doesn't fit all that well. Now I've painted it sandy yellow with a golden top layer (& a crackling layer in between so the sandy yellow would still come through) to sort of match up with the bought 1 that I have for my Gustav Klimt 'Kiss' jigsaw puzzle which I still have yet to finish doing up. Hmm, project, project...
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Oh how I love you how I love you ...
For starters, that is the song from a Sydney Swans commercial from a few years back, kind of a retro-link to a Jolson song. And yes, I DO love them heaps. can you imagine anything more exciting than a good-ol' game of AFL (watching of course, I can't play it for peanuts!), particularly a Swans game?? I've been to a few over the years, and like last year we're buying the Telstra package again this year, only this time minus the SCG game (but cheaper!!) Here are my beloved Swannies doing a fan-fest thing at my local shopping centre today. F-ing hell, so many people! I could only get 3 autographs of the 6 that were there the lines were so long! Granted I was there a little later than they had arrived because I was at work. But still, oh Swannies!!!
Electric explosion
Meanwhile, the substation is still being fixed. I walked by at least 4 times yesterday. 8:30 - arriving at worl. No one was working on it. 12:30 - out to lunch. Workmen standing by it talking about something electrical. 1:30 - back from lunch. More workmen turned up to sit around the burnt substation having coffee & snack. 4:30 - going to post office on way home. All workmen, including the van, were gone. Roller door pulled down, presumably so that can't tell if any work had been done on the substation. Today (1 week post-explosion) - roller door area still cordoned off, no sign of workmen, again.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Good night out, good work-out
The following day it was time for a good work out. Physical work out. I've been planning this for months and now it's finally the right time. The trellis that my passionfruit plant has been leaning on for the last few yrs is/was all brittle & keeps falling over, so yesterday morning (after sleeping in, naturally) I spent a couple of hours collecting the remaining fruits & chopping the whole plant back to its barest. A quick stop for lunch, then it was building the new metal arches that it now climbs over, forking out compost, sugarcane mulching, & some power composting (lawn-mower over the passionfruit vines that I chopped down, pressed down by a heavy layer of chicken shit). I was thoroughly soaked through halfway through that work out (we're unseasonably humid at the moment). Now it's looking all bare & naked. Hopefully it'll fruit again at the end of the year (1 vines produces about 100 fruits a season, which is more than we can handle in this household. I've had to resolve to making passionfruit muffins & cookies before they spoil!). Still no flowers on my guava trees though...
Chinese New Year dinners this coming friday & saturday.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
How excitement!
It’s been a bit of a strange week so far & today I took a turn for an even stranger ending to the week. Locked myself in the house for both Sunday & Monday to finish rewriting Ch 6 before a day at uni on Tuesday. Tennis as usual that night & didn’t play well. Back again at uni on Wednesday which threw me off pattern a bit seeing that I haven’t spent that much time at uni in any week for a very long time. I was there to meet an academic who is based in ADFA (
Meanwhile, after pretending to be sick (mentally, obviously) so I could go to uni yesterday (some strange logic here, but it’ll make sense if you read on) I returned to WESTIR today for ‘work’ work. Still no word from freaking Penrith Council, i.e. can’t start on the new project --> sitting around without much to do. That part of my life has turned out to be a real boring drag, ‘cause you see there are only so many relevant websites & report that one can visit and, more importantly, endure. Without the go-ahead for this new project, we don’t have much to go on because the new Census data won’t come out for another 8 months. But luckily, as far as I can tell we’d get some answers from Council early next week & start delegation immediately. Have not been this eager to be given work in a long time.
But just as we were all settling back into the mundane boredom after lunch today an unexpected excitement came along. Barb was coming back from lunch & she saw black smoke coming out of a roller door next to out building’s entrance. Soon after the fire brigade arrived & Faye, who was taking a ciggy break at the time, was told by the firemen to get ready for an evacuation. Evacuation! Not a pretend 1, but a real thing! Haven’t had that for a long time! The smell of the smoke was not very pleasant anyway so it was better to be out than in. The alarm finally sounded & we made our way down the fire stairs & out the building. Stupid thing was that roller door wasn’t that far from our fire stair exit (probably about 20m, 25m max) & the smell of that smoke was just overwhelmingly intense as we exited & were rushed to the left (roller door on right). We haven’t even been out of the building 5 minutes, & needless to say haven’t even half finished joking about the situation (eg, “must be some disgruntled fatties trying to bomb Jenny Craig”) (Jenny Craig was the 1st shop next to the roller door) than the roller door started exploding!! OK, so it wasn’t like the-plane-crashed-into-the-World-Trade-Centre kind of exploding, but a more like a quick succession of loud pops that went on for maybe 3-5 minutes. We were of course hurried off by the fire brigade to get away. The floor fire wardens stuck around to find out what was happening & we were told we wouldn’t be able to get back into the building for an hour or 2 (mind you, this was only ¼ past 2 even after all that excitement. It’s taking me longer to type this up than to live through the whole thing!). We decided it wasn’t worth it to wait around so an early mark for everybody! Yippy! Seeing that my ride wasn’t getting off work until 5, I had a bit of time to kill. I checked out stuff at Westfield, went to the library, checked out stuff at the mall, I even had time for a hair cut before finally decided to go pass the office again at ¼ past 4 to see if it was safe to sneak back in (It was). Oh my beloved Internet, how I missed you! Thus ended the excitement of the day.
Curtains.
The end.
Monday, January 29, 2007
What's that smell?


So, an explanation of the title - what's that smell? I guess it depends on which angle you're looking/smelling at it. Was it the sweet taste/smell of success, or was it the stench of rotted game plans & poor execution? No, more like the latter judging by the scorelines...
With the tennis finished for now, it's back to 'normal' TV viewing. Yay! Luckily I'm finishing my studies real soon (right, better do something about that) 'cos there're just way too many programs I want to watch. Apart from the old faithfuls D Housewives, Grey's & Lost, there are of course the newbies of Bros & Siss, Heroes & Ugly Betty. So much to watch, so little time. Thank God OC is finishing soon so I'd have 1 fewer program to chase.
Meanwhile, the seamail that I sent back from Honkers had arrived 2 weeks early! Yippy! My winter clothes are back! Not that we'd need it, back up to 37'C tomorrow. But there were also other little bits & pieces in that seamail, like the anatomically-correct squeeze-a-toy thingy (obviously a Japanese thing) that blushes & shivers if you, well, squeeze it; my moomin bowl & spoon set; my Snoopy & Charlie Brown coffe mugs set; and my trip stuff - maps, etc. Now, where can I find room to put them...

Saturday, January 20, 2007
13%

Thursday, January 11, 2007
Summer of tennis/tannist


It’s January and of course it’s tennis time. First with the Hopman Cup on day & night way over in Perth (& on TV on Aunty), followed by what has become out annual pilgrimage to the Sydney Olympic Park – the former adidas International – Medibank International. I cannot remember for how years straight I’ve been going to the tournament in a row, but definitely for at least the last 3 years, possibly 5. The attending field differs from year to year, of course, but this year the women’s field is particularly strong. Prior to the withdrawal of the current world no. 1 (Justine Henin-Hardenne), 18 of the world’s top 20 were scheduled to play here, including 9 of the world’s top 10 (barring the grunt-maestress, the 1 Maria Sharapova). We usually buy the Australian Tennis Magazine which used to have a free ground pass included in its January edition. But this year, that very promotion no longer exists, so we had to shell out $$s to buy actual tickets. Luckily, Medibank is running a BOGOF promotion (for non-Aussies, BOGOF is of course Buy One Get One Free), so we bought 2 centre court tickets, & seeing that I still have student concession until end of March, a concession ground pass. Like usual, lots of running around scouting out the hard workers who come out to practice on the various courts, as well as occasionally (stress ‘occasionally’) sitting down to watch smidges of matches while either (1) when feeling hungry, or (2) when feeling tired. Autograph hunting was much more fruitful (ha, fruitful ^_^) than last year’s Aus Open where I only got 1 (yes, 1) autograph, that of the sour-grape Davydenko (see here for reasons of sour-grape status). Amongst my victims included soon-to-be retiree Kim Clijsters, defending Aus Open champ Amelie Mauresmo, Nadia Petrova, and on the men’s side the very hilarious Dmitry ‘Dima’ Tursunov, the smiling assasin Marcos Baghdatis … All that running about also doubled as a good tanning session, which hopefully I can keep up for a little while. Maybe I should stay outdoors a bit more, but it's so hot …
Monday, December 18, 2006
Heading home
On brighter news, my camera is fixed. I was trying to stuff it into my carry-on luggage just now & as usual it beeps just as much as you try to move it. In case it starts beeping again mid-flight, I was going to take the battery out when the stuck lense decided to retreat & function normally again. Great. It gets stuck for a week & stopped me from taking pictures of the Great Wall & the wedding from MY camera, & now just as I'm leaving (checked in, arrived at airport, bought duty free, about to board & all) it decides to function again. At least I don't have to send it out to be fixed when I get back. I fewer thing to do on my already stuffed schedule for the week.
Moving on to sad news, received email that my co-supervisor's mother has passed away over the weekend. That makes 2 funerals within a month. And refering to my earlier post (http://ragdearyme.blogspot.com/2006/11/three-weddings-funeral.html) it is no longer 3 weddings & a funeral, but 3 weddings & 2 funerals. But, having said that, I've heard that this comign funeral is family only, so probably still only going to be just 3 weddings & a funeral for me.
Ergh, feeling so sick...
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Beijing tour, in English
I was going to go to Beijing by myself & on an airfares + hotel package, but seeing that Angie is also back & she is also interested, we decided to join a tour instead. Reason being we were both a bit worried about the transport situation - not that we thought Beijing would not be easy to travel around, but that the traffic would be rather crazy & that we'd more likely be run over 3 times crossing a street than anything else. So we joined a 4-day tour, which started very (and I stress VERY) early last Friday morning & finished Monday night. How early? We needed to be at the airport by 6am. We ordered a cab for 5:30, but because I had a pretty big dinner the night before & lots of tea, I couldn't sleep at all that night. Luckily I had a job appliction to do so that killed some time. Anyways, we knew Beijing was going to be cold, but because we have been in te temperate to warm weather of HK for a while, the freezing coldness of Beijing kinda came as a shock. Daily temparatures ranged from -5'C to +5'C, but for some reason it felt colder. Despite the fact that I brought along a down jacket that I borrowed from my uncle my legs & feet were still freezing. It was so cold that the 1st chance we got we went to the shops & bought underlays (long johns) & wore that everywhere for the next 3 days until we reached the airport.
Oh right, right. English tour. We joined a HK tour company, but most of the people on the tour with us came back to HK from overseas (to live, to study, etc). Seriously, who would have time to go on a holiday tour at this time of year but OS residents? More still, the 4 girls sitting behind us were exchange students to HKU from various places in N America, there was a Englihs-born HK woman who married a Scot who now both live in Bordeaux (yes, French-land), 1 extended family of 8, with both of the guys my age born & grew up in the US... In the end, I ended up speaking English more than Cantonese, let along Mandarin. I think that was also the most English I have spoken since leaving Aussie shores a month ago. Great acclimatisation for my return-home trip :)
HK is finally getting cooler for winter (down to low teens by weekend). Only 5 more days for me before heading home. Have sent revised Ch 1 for meeting next Thursday. Hopefully I will also have a job interview lined up as well.
Monday, November 27, 2006
White people withdrawal symptom
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Shopping


Still need to do my SmartID.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Three weddings & a funeral
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Hump day
It’s hump day and, no, there’s no hump in any sense. Right now I’m in the departure lounge of the Sydney International Airport waiting for my flight to Honkers. I’m off for 5 weeks to see family, do yet another wedding (that’s #3 for the year. Thankfully no more for a little while :P), and travel through East Asia for a bit. By East Asia of course I mean only Taipei & Beijing. Got the Taipei trip booked, just need to do my China travel document when I arrive & I can go & book my Beijing trip. Back home in time for another blisteringly hot Xmas. Yes, I’m a sucker for torture :P
Now that I think of it, there was a little hump. Flying Virgin Atlantic for the first time & as I found out they’re not very lenient with the luggage situation. Everyone’s allowed 23kg, but because of the weighty souvenirs & gifts that I’m bringing with me (mostly food – 2 x 3kg tubs of premium honey, a dz of Tim Tams (bar original flavour)) I ended up being overweight (well, my check-in). Also, they have a lower carry on allowance (6kg instead of the normal 8kg), so when I got to the counter I was asked to move some of my carry on into my checked in, which pushed it overweight (I was 26.something to begin with. The move pushed it to 28.something) & they charged my $60 for it!! That’s like half of my TRS gone! Even the old trick of 'but I weigh next to nothing' didn't work. Must stock up on duty free on the way back !?!#(!%*
